> joe4444 wrote:

.My goal is not to hold women back in their advancement.  But at the same time, I love and respect the way that God designed the household.  I do not go so far as to say that women should not be in the workforce, but in terms of national leadership, I think that is just a wee bit too far.

Feminists today refuse to shave their legs, and get angry with men who hold the door open for them.  That is just sickening to me.  You can't even do something respectful without them trying to ruin every courtesy and tradition we have.  And I am not willing to sit over and tolerate that, regardless of the way anyone wants to act towards me for that.

It was pretty good after the Bill Clinton-era, too bad he evidently has horrible taste in women. 

But, as evidenced, it is a test of character to see who will make the effort to respectfully inquire further into the differing culture (as lolz did) and who will just blindly, and childishly, insult and attack someone for not agreeing with them.

In another thread:

> "The average atheist is just as intelligent as the average religious follower, and so equally capable of making their own judgment of how they wish to live their life."

True, from a secular perspective.  But they are not equally capable of making a judgment of how to live their lives that I respect.  Granted, I can't tell them what to do and I understand that.  I can cooperate with unbelievers on a social scale, but deep down inside I do not respect them in the least, and despise the way they live, even if I won't say it to their face. 

Joe, you are the true definition of a hypocrite.

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The town was anxious and restless as the Game Moderator prepared to give the results of the day's lynching votes. Amok had been sweating profusely. He kept his hand tucked inside the pockets of his jacket. He looked around nervously, trying to decide the best course of action.

2 particular townspeople, most likely policeman, stared at him the entire time. Amok, aware of their eyes, decided blood would have to be spilled.

"Amok, hello!???" said the Game Moderator. "I asked you, how do you plead?"

"Wh, what? Oh, I ummmm, hell, I'm not taking this!" Amok shouted. He pulled out his gun and pistol whipped Glue who was eating a sandwich. Glue who had been swallowing at the time fell to his knees and choked to death. Amok took off running at full speed. The police were in full pursuit. He weaved through the crowd and into an alley in an effort to escape. The police were still running after him.

"Stop or we'll shoot!"

"You'll never take me alive copper!"

Amok took cover behind a garbage dumpster and fired at the police. The police took cover behind an old car and shot back. Flint who had been gazing out of his window witnessed the scene and took out his calculator. Satisfied with his percentages he climbed out of his 3rd floor apartment window and onto the fire escape. "This will be known as the flint jump!"

He took aim and leapt.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAHAAAA"

Amok looked up and saw flint over him. Before he could move it was too late. Flint had killed him. Unfortunately his calculations were off and he was dead as well. Blood covered the ground which they lay. The police walked over to the scene and shook their heads. One of them radioed the Game Moderator.

"Sir, we have a situation."

Decimus - 8 (KT, Oxygen, SA, Valenka, ZoZ, Wendy, El Bekko, HolyEmpire)

Amok - 2 (Maarten, Decimus)

Did not Vote:

Gladiator

The Game Moderator took his place upon the podium as usual. Around him stood 5 huge men armed with assault rifles. The Game Moderator called for silence.

"Friends, it is time. Today our numbers are thinner but we have strength among them." The Game Moderator called for 2 of his guards. He pointed towards the center of the crowd. "Bring Decimus here right now!"

The guards rushed into the crowd and seized decimus. Decimus tried to resist but his size compared to theirs didn't give him much hope.

The Game Moderator stood before Decimus and sized him up. "What do you have to say for yourself mobster?"

Decimus spat in the game moderator's face. The Game Moderator wiped his face and smirked. "Assault on a minor, breaking and entering, theft and possession of cocaine as well as suspected membership to the mob. These are the charges that we accuse you of. What say you?"

Decimus rolled his eyes and looked off into the distance. The Game Moderator scowled at him then turned away. "So be it! Boys, you know what to do."

The guards moved to hook him to the noose and bind his arms.

"Wait!" Decimus called out in panic and desperation. "Wait! You don't have to do this! I'm mob! Ok, I was codenamed "The Jack!" I had many jobs within the Morales family. I was the right hand man to the Godfather. I can lead you to the others. I can show you the hideout! Don't kill me!"

The Game Moderator eyed him suspiciously, deciding whether or not to believe him. After seeing the fear and panic in his face he felt he would take the risk. "You do realize that any incorrect information will lead to your death right?"

Decimus who now became teary eyed responded, "Yes yes, I effing understand. Just don't do this. We need to get away from here. It's not safe."

The Game Moderator nodded and took out a cell phone.  "Very well, I'll arrange for a car. We'll get you transported to safety."

The Guards, not releasing him, loosened their grip a bit as The Game Moderator made his phone call. 20 mins later a black lincoln towncar with dark tinted windows pulled up to the town square. The guards led decimus to the back and accompanied him on each side. The Game Moderator went to the driver's side.

"Evilsheep, I need you to take him to the station. We'll question him there. I need to finish up here. I'll rendezvous with you at 0900 hours."

Evilsheep nodded and rolled up the windows. The game moderator went to the podium to speak to the town.

"My friends, I...."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The Game Moderator turned around as the explosion erupted from the car.

"Holy hobbits! They're dead!"

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It is now NIGHT phase.  Doctor, Cops, SK, Gagliano Family, you have until 23:00 forum time to make your choices for tonight

lol geez, hard to believe that I sat online and clicked register on this game some 7-8 years ago. Oh well, I've come to accept you all (with some exceptions) as my family anyways.

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The game moderator along with his burly bodyguard stood before the residents of the town which anticipated today's lynching. He wore a grim look on his face as he read the voting resuls.

"My friends, let us take this time to give a moment of silence to Jets. A beloved friend, father and husband. He will be missed. This day I hope we have made the right choice for each death only brings us pain. Today...."

The moderator looked at the burly man and nodded. The burly bodyguard descended into the crowd and took Gratitude by the arm.

"Today we will lynch Gratitude. Gratitude we hereby sentence you to death for extortion, armed robbery, 4 counts of money laundering charges and conspiracy. How do you plead."

Gratitude looked at the town. A rather calm look on his face. "Guilty."

The town murmured amongst themselves. The game moderator looked stern and a woman in the crowd cursed loudly. Before the moderator could speak again, Gratitude pushed the burly man off of him and pulled out the knife he had tucked into his waist from underneath his shirt. Immediately he grabbed Stefan who had been typing up the words the moderator had been speaking and put the blade up to his throat. He then used stefan as a shield as he backed slowly away from the crowd.

"Ok this is how it's going down. Don't test me either or my friend here gets the buisness end of my switch blade." The crowd shouted and the game moderator called for silence.

"What do you want?!" He said.

Gratitude looked around and smirked. "That's more like it. I want a helicopter here in 15 minutes. I want the tank full of gas, 100,000gc in unmarked bills and an automatic machine gun. I don't want any police coming after me either or I'll kill him! I swear I will!"

The game moderator nodded and took out his cellular phone. Gratitude stuck the blade closer to Stefan's neck who was looking sickly and afraid. "I don't want any funny stuff either!"

Primo who had been shaking with fury tied up the front of his shirt in a knot and took out his earrings. "Oh no he didn't use MY man as a hostage! It's on now!"

Despite Gladiator and TU's attempts to hold him back, he broke loose and ran at Gratitude full speed. Gratitude surprised and taken off guard was thrown backwards as Primo rushed him and knocked him down. Stefan crawled away in fear as Primo and Gratitude struggled on the ground. Gratitude tried to stab Primo's face but Primo managed to dodge and grab his arm. Gratitude struggled to get off his back but Primo was securing his position on top of him and pushed the knife into Gratitude's stomach. Gratitude stopped struggling and Primo got up and rushed to Stefan.

"Baby! Baby! are you ok?"

Stefan threw his arms out and pulled Primo into a tight hug. Primo cried and stroked Stefan's head.

The game moderator shouted "LOOK OUT!"

Primo turned around and just managed to glimpse Gratitude as he pointed a handgun at him and fired 5 shots. Stefan and Primo both fell to the ground and stopped moving. Gratitude fell to his knees. He looked at the town, hands to his side and cursed. He coughed up blood and released the gun. With one sideways look at the bodies of Stefan and Primo, he fell on his face. Never to move again.
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It is now NIGHT. Morales Family, Doctor, Police, SK, you have until 23:00 forum time to make your choices for tonight

arms 5 - (, SA, TU, Gladiator, Gratitude, KT )

Gratitude 6 - (Wendy, arms, Valenka, HolyEmpire, Bekko, ZoZ)

Zoz 1 - (Decimus)

Amok 1 - (Oxygen)

Wendy 1 - (Maarten)

Still to vote: Amok,

arms 8 - (Maarten, SA, TU, Gladiator, Gratitude, KT, Oxygen,  HolyEmpire)

Gratitude 1 - (Wendy, arms, Valenka)

Zoz 1 - (Decimus)

Still to vote: Amok, ZoZ, El Bekko

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In a church basement, on some distant part of town, a sickly artist had been working on a creation. He had been nurturing a glass of red wine while sculpting a handsome statue of a man clutching his chest in agony. A dagger pierced the spot where his heart was located.

Beethoven's 5th century played strongly in the background and the SK sang along with passion and intensity.

"Arnor, do you think that I should've more detail on the abdomen?"

Arnor struggled against the ropes that bound him to his chair. He couldn't speak due to the fact that his mouth had been gagged. He looked menacing despite the fact that his cheeks had been cut to his eyes to give the effect of tears.

"Hmmm, not much to say? Well I'm sure they'll love it."

He patted the shoulders down so that they were smooth and took one more sip of wine. He stood up and walked over to the table where a razor sharp axe lay.

"La la laaaaaa, la la la laaaaaa, la la laaaaaa!" He sang maniacally. "This is my favorite part!"

He brandished the axe as he walked towards Arnor. Using the axe as a conductor's baton he sang along with the symphony. As the music began to climax his smile and eyes widened.

Arnor managed to cut the ropes with his switchblade. He tried to go for his pistol but the SK sliced his head off in one clean sweep. Arnor's body fell over and the SK took a bow.

"Bravo! Bravo!" He blew kisses to the air. He stepped over Arnor's body and picked up the head. He placed it on the shoulders of the sculpture.

"Perfecto!"

It was nearing midnight and Arms had worked late tonight. He quickened his pace, as he didn't want to miss the last metro home. He sprinted the last bit and caught his metro right on time. He took a seat and to his surprise he wasn't alone, apparently he was not the only one with late night activities. But it comforted him, knowing that the Mafia wouldn't just strike in such a public place.

*Ding Dong* Next stop, Helm Street.

It was quite a long travel and it was not till his eyes became weary. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was the sound of the recorded voice saying "*Ding Dong* Next stop, Masons Street".

*DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG*

Arms jumped up as the Metro kept ding donging, over and over again. He looked around and saw that he was the only one in the metro left. Luckily he had to go out next stop, because this was scaring him. Then a sudden voice said: "*Ding Dong* ahhh you are awake... Next stop! HELL!!!!"

Arms fell against the doors as the metro heavily braked at once. He pulled himself up and saw a hooded mobster standing just a few feet away from him. Arms started to run through the metro running through several compartments trying if any door would go open, but all doors seemed to be locked. Then he reached the end, he opened the door to the machine room and entered it. He closed the door and tried to hold it down, but the mobster was stronger and Arms couldn't hold it. The mobster pulled the door open, drew his knife and closed the door as he entered.

Several moments later the mobster came out and left the metro at once. He hurried off into the night as he was being watched by Arms, who peered through the window catching his breath.

The mobster kept walking and walking till he finally reached a house. He knocked on the door, but nobody answered. He peered through the windows but saw nothing. He was sure this was the place so he decided to take a look inside. He picked the locks and entered the house. He looked around but again nobody could be found.

The mobster left the house and went on. He searched the whole night, but he couldn't find what he was looking for. Finally he got so tired that he stumbled into some bushes and fell asleep.
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It is now DAY phase! You have until 13:00 forum time to select who you want to be lynched today

This means that anybody who wants candy will need to have it imported!

Meanwhile.........................

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Little timmy counted the 5 gc he had in his pocket and smiled as he walked into "Arsbury's Candy Shop" The shop owner arsy wore a white hat and white apron. He stood behind the counter and beamed at the little boy.

"Timmy you're back I see? Will it be the usual? One pound of butterscotch?"

Timmy laughed revealing a smile with one front tooth missing.

"No no not today Mr. Arsbury. I think...I think.. I wanna try Licowice today."

"Ah, today you want licorice?" Arsy said as he grabbed a paper bag and a scoop.

"Yes sir! Chewwy!"

"Cherry Licorice on it's way! I'll even give you a bag for your sister."

"Oh boyyyyy, you're the bestest Mr. Arsbury!"

Timmy handed arsy the 5gc and turned to run out of the store. He bumped into 3 men wearing dark suits, dark shades and trench coats.

"Ooooh, sowwy mister."

A man dressed in a white suit, a white hat and sporting a dark trench coat came in behind the three men and looked at timmy. He smiled and rubbed timmy's head. "Go on ya little tike. Go play or something."

"Yes sir!"

The boy ran out of the store and the the men closed the door and turned the "We're Open" sign around so that it read "Closed Today". They then shut the blinds so that very little light was in the room.

"Arsy, arsy, you should really consider my offer again." Said the man dressed in white. "I've tried to be generous. I give you a fair protection rate and you refuse. I feel...I feel insulted. Have I done anything to disrespect you?"

"No...." arsy replied looking both angry and afraid. He began to massage his palms as sweat crept down the back of his neck.

"Then why do you turn me down? I offer you my security for a mere 20% of your monthly income and you instead refuse. I feel like trash when you do these things."

"Look! I'm just a small time candy shop owner. I don't make much money and what I have goes into my basic needs. My father left me this buisness like his father before him and I'll be damned if I let some crooks like you muscle my buisness!"

Arsy was shaking with fury and the man in white nodded while looking around the store.

"Fair enough. Well we won't bother youz anymore. We'll be on our way."

He turned to walk away but stopped and turned around.

"Arsy, do you mind if I have a bag of candy? I have a slight craving for Chocolate Mints. Perhaps you have some no?"

"I suppose so."

Arsy grabbed a bag and scooped up some chocolat mints. He placed the bag on a scale and was satisfied.

"10 gc please."

The man in the white took out a bill and extended his hand. When arsy went to grab it the man took arsy's head and slapped it into the counter furiously, over and over and over again. Arsy's nose and face was covered in blood. The man released arsy and examined his own clothing.

"Son of a.... this bastard got my suit dirty." He took out a pistol and grabbed arsy's hair. Arsy looked delirious as he brought his eyes to meet the mobster's. With hate and anger in his eyes, the mobster stuck the gun into arsy's mouth and fired. Blood splattered the wall behind arsy and the mobster turned to walk away.

"Grab my candy boys."
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