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[WW] - They Live?! - GAME OVER - Villagers win!

spreadsheet set to go.
if I am not around at voting times please go ahead and update. i'll likely be in an internet blackout until tomorrow -unless i can steal a wireless somewhere- and then flying all day tomorrow, then it should be better until monday, when i am back to normal (and likely non-walking-dead :D)

i have to say it was quite gracious of Fifa to program their games around my schedule.

Chris,
was there any tweaks to the rules or is ist exactly the same as the last game?
 
Plutonius and the other guy locked eyes across the parking lot as they both ran full speed the same direction. Plutonius knew he was also headed for the water treatment plant. It was the only logical option.

The other guy was carrying a pistol in his right hand. He could be helpful if it was loaded. Plutonius hoped the pistol in his own hand would discourage a firefight and started converging with him. He didn't need to know this pistol's clip was empty.

The other guy flicked his glance over and made what Plutonius was a nod would look like a full speed run. They matched stride and turned the corner onto Bower St. and were met by a huge line of infected halfway down the street. Plutonius wheezed in frustration.

His partner had simply slowed to a jog, steadied his arm, and fired two shots. Two of the infected dropped to their knees and slumped over, clearing a path through the wall of bodies for them to sneak through. They had been 50 yards away when the shots were taken. Plutonius could see that they were perfect headshots as they lept over the bodies.

They continued up the embankment and slammed into the building's doors, unable to muster the energy to control their deceleration. Plutonius tried the door and cursed when it wouldn't budge.

"Of course," he growled.

The other guy was sizing up the exterior, occasionally calmly glancing behind them to make sure they weren't being ambushed. In the floodlight, Plutonius could now see spare clips, a hunting knife and various other armaments strapped to his newfound partner. He had caught his break.

"Side door" the other guy spoke and whisked around the corner, Plutonius chugging to keep up. The other guy slid to his knees outside the door and grabbed a rock from the ground. The rock turned over, Plutonius could see the plastic rings of a combination lock reflecting light. The guy thumbed the dials a few seconds and popped open the door. He turned over the rock and a small key chimed on the concrete.

They opened the door and were blinded by a light.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE" the light barked at them.

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS DOOR WAS SECURE?" Another voice.

"Look, we don't want any trouble," his companion was completely calm. "We can help you. I've got..."

The door behind them hadn't been closed. Plutonius was knocked aside as one of the infected clamped down on the other guy's arm. Before he could fight it off, another had him by the other arm. The guy grunted and forced his way forward, out the door with it slamming behind them.

Before Plutonius could make sense of the situation, he heard screams from the light and voices of panic. He rushed forward to see more infected attacking the voices that had challenged them. He pistol-whipped an infected off a woman's shoulder, freeing her as she scrambled around the corner of a shelf. He picked up a wooden board in stride and swung at another infected about to close on a guy with its back turned to him. The force of the blow left its neck half-severed as it shambled in circles.

Plutonius assisted the others until the threat was gone.

"Well, there's one council vote avoided," techgod clasped his hand with a warm smile. "Thanks for your help. It's obvious the door you came through isn't our only vulnerability."

"Just glad I could help," Plutonius stammered. "And... thanks for not shooting me."

"Ha. You're lucky bullets are worth something now." Techgod chuckled and rubbed his wrist, turning it in the light to examine it.

"You're bitten," Plutonius offered nonchalantly.

"Nothing worse than my seven year old" techgod dismissed. "I'll be fine."

It is now Day 1. Voting majority is 8. Deadline is at 8 AM PDT, 3 PM GMT, tomorrow.

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Don't panic said:
spreadsheet set to go.
if I am not around at voting times please go ahead and update. i'll likely be in an internet blackout until tomorrow -unless i can steal a wireless somewhere- and then flying all day tomorrow, then it should be better until monday, when i am back to normal (and likely non-walking-dead :D)

i have to say it was quite gracious of Fifa to program their games around my schedule.

Chris,
was there any tweaks to the rules or is ist exactly the same as the last game?
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Infection is night only. Otherwise just clarifications.
 
Queen of Spades said:
twietee, for that avatar. :)

Also, these new smileys blow.
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Never shy of a bad excuse, aren't we? Such a Kool pic..

But you're right, should vote for you instead for using one of these brandnew shiny smileys...


...or ravenvii. Three posts with a total of three words is zombiesque.
 
Well, if "for old times sake" are a justification for a random, bolded (unproven) vote, allow me to bold the name of my old Don, who was wonderful as a Don, but who - as a NW partner - well, better left unsaid. But not forgotten…..Thus, for now, and let us see what will transpire…...jav6454…..
 
twietee said:
At least borderline infected. 4/4

Brain says: go with Mo, did she ever fail?
But gut says: no, be nice to Jav, he might have booze.

Do you?
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Yes.

Actually, I can state that my cellar (irrespective of where I actually am) is invariably rather well stocked and is a source of quiet pride……..

This evening, crickets chirping, sandy coloured, slightly scrawny cats laying persistent siege to tables, after an informal farewell party for a colleague, wine finished, and somewhat more robust offerings produced, an Italian friend proffered his humidor and some serious cigars, which gave rise to the quote of the night from a British colleague:"Do you have anything carcinogenic for a non-smoker?"
 
Scepticalscribe said:
I can state that my cellar is invariably rather well stocked and is a source of quiet pride……..
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*starts a hefty debate with the group whether the liquor should be consumed upstairs or in scepticalscribe's cellar*

It's a trap! Don't go into the basement! <crappy 70s infected slasher grindhouse flic
 
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