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[WW] - Heroes - Game Over! Good Guys win!
- Thread starter chrmjenkins
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So you were seeking a restful sleep at night.
Either you are infected or not thinking.
I'm around and willing to swap, but what is the theory based on? Tomorrow is always a really hard read for me.
nothing. that he is not pluto or sythas.
to me it is just the idea that sudden movements by the deadline can get the wolves unprepared.
fast bandwagons are risky and unfair, but the have potentially the highest payoffs
Why are you working so hard to implicate me? It's clear to everyone that I was not a WW. After all, my lack of a defense wound up with you and your crew killing me off.
Argh
I'm not implicating you at all. I guess I'll have to wait till the end of the game to see why you are being so difficult.
he already voted him. we need another one from pluto's voters, or two from anywhere
plutonius: 4 (koodauw, twietee, southerndad, tomorrow)
sythas: 3 (ricksnagwell, aggie,, scepticalscribe)
aggie: 3 (abijnk, QueenofSpades, sythas)
tomorrow: 3 (plutonius, moyank, dontpanic)
yet to vote: 2 (tech god, woodnufc)
Since we have basically nothing to go on thus far, I think we should do it - we might actually get some useful information. The only quibble is Tomorrow is fun to have around. Sorry buddy, nothing personal.
It seems as though it may be time to to revert to my earlier vote, then. Tomorrow it is
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Agreed. With respect, lack of defence is little excuse. All you have to post is a single, silly sentence along the lines of "I am not a WW". Of course, you may be asked to prove such an assertion, but at least you will have said something ..
Sleep is no excuse. We all sleep, deep, unconscious sleep, where dreams reign ..
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Agreed. With respect, lack of defence is little excuse. All you have to post is a single, silly sentence along the lines of "I am not a WW". Of course, you may be asked to prove such an assertion, but at least you will have said something ..
Sleep is no excuse. We all sleep, deep, unconscious sleep, where dreams reign ..
NIGHT 2
"Aha!" Tomorrow harrumphed as he whisked into the room in a floating metal saucer seat that stayed airborne with small puffs of air that sounded like baby farts, "it's finally done!"
"Uhhh, what's finally done?" Koodauw cautiously asked.
"My list reader!" Tomorrow boomed. "We just take one of Plutonius's list thingies, put it in this machine I and my diligent team of scientists, engineers and corporate slaves created, and it will read the list of the guilty to us!"
"Excuse me," rick snagwell farted. "I meant to say that to talk. I can fart on command. That was just for emphasis."
The room gave blank stares.
"Anyway," rick snagwell started again. "Just what is your power, Mr. Tomorrow man sir, hmm?"
"I have lots of power," Tomorrow puffed his chest. He snatched Plutonius's latest list from the table, which was a depiction of orangutan mating rituals crudely drawn in crayon, the best anyone could tell. "Just watch!"
He pulled out a contraption that looked like a fax machine retrofitted to roll pizza dough. Tomorrow jammed the list inside, and the machine began making horrible, unearthly noises.
The heroes covered their ears. "Uh, it sounds like a robot having a seizure on a trampoline made of accordions!" Sythas wailed.
"Just one moment!" Tomorrow smiled nervously. "Ah, here we go!"
The paper came out and actually appeared to be in legible English, 12 point font, black on white.
The room collectively breathed a sigh of relief before the paper spontaneously transformed into a dodo bird and pecked Plutonius's eyes out.
"Uh... that's probably on me." Don't Panic smiled apologetically.
It is now NIGHT 2 and Plutonius has been lynched. He meant well with those lists, honest. (good hero)
PMs due by noon PST 6/8 (Sunday).
"Aha!" Tomorrow harrumphed as he whisked into the room in a floating metal saucer seat that stayed airborne with small puffs of air that sounded like baby farts, "it's finally done!"
"Uhhh, what's finally done?" Koodauw cautiously asked.
"My list reader!" Tomorrow boomed. "We just take one of Plutonius's list thingies, put it in this machine I and my diligent team of scientists, engineers and corporate slaves created, and it will read the list of the guilty to us!"
"Excuse me," rick snagwell farted. "I meant to say that to talk. I can fart on command. That was just for emphasis."
The room gave blank stares.
"Anyway," rick snagwell started again. "Just what is your power, Mr. Tomorrow man sir, hmm?"
"I have lots of power," Tomorrow puffed his chest. He snatched Plutonius's latest list from the table, which was a depiction of orangutan mating rituals crudely drawn in crayon, the best anyone could tell. "Just watch!"
He pulled out a contraption that looked like a fax machine retrofitted to roll pizza dough. Tomorrow jammed the list inside, and the machine began making horrible, unearthly noises.
The heroes covered their ears. "Uh, it sounds like a robot having a seizure on a trampoline made of accordions!" Sythas wailed.
"Just one moment!" Tomorrow smiled nervously. "Ah, here we go!"
The paper came out and actually appeared to be in legible English, 12 point font, black on white.
The room collectively breathed a sigh of relief before the paper spontaneously transformed into a dodo bird and pecked Plutonius's eyes out.
"Uh... that's probably on me." Don't Panic smiled apologetically.
It is now NIGHT 2 and Plutonius has been lynched. He meant well with those lists, honest. (good hero)
PMs due by noon PST 6/8 (Sunday).
That's narration for day two, correct? And dammit. It seems shenanigans with those multipliers/vote bluff powers has occurred. But DP was right, the last minute bandwagon has given us some clues.
What an extraordinary (and most unwelcome) turn of events…..
Plutonius, fare thee well; I did my best to save you. However, it appears that there are miscreants who had devilish clever designs - and were fully determined to carry them out - on your life…...
Plutonius, fare thee well; I did my best to save you. However, it appears that there are miscreants who had devilish clever designs - and were fully determined to carry them out - on your life…...
It was
You had it correct until the point of your post. Sceptical's change was post deadline.
That was a good plan, though.
And at least the options for protection tonight are a bit more obvious.