lol

> Ouro wrote:

> > [TI] Mrblonde wrote:

> Wow, top 100... aiming high there.

up yours douchebag, what kind of a degree do you possess? psych major?  top 100 schools in the us are called tier 1, then all the others fall into tier 2 or 3. get into a tier one and you're good, anything else is shit. research before you insult.

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Several of the big city universities in the Netherlands are amongst the top 100 best schools in the world. The quality of our educational system here is not Harvard like but it is top notch.

no being inactive in 14 is good for this round.

Tobi, you should play SS in a low family or with me! X(

To all you writers out there. Message me in game or poke me on IRC if you want to write a round. I might want to see a little something though.

Story delayed till tomorrow, which will be the end game.

Glue you know better. First and final warning, keep yourself in tome. MIND THE LANGUAGE.

Prisoner number 17, Lexuzis. Sentence unknown.

Planet Rae was the home of rapists, killers, thieves, smugglers and many alike. From small time criminals to big time psycho and socio-paths. Yet, there was the mystery of Lexuzis. No one knew why Lexuzis was stashed here on planet Rae. In fact, no one even knew his name and dare he who tried asking him anything. Fearless he gleamed at anyone coming close to his hovel.

Obviously such mystery asked for lots of rumours about his true colours. One particular group was not so happy with his presence here on planet Rae. It was deep in the night as one of the Arsylian mobsters approached his hovel.

"Ha, such a cocky man" the mobster murmured as he looked at Lexuzis sleeping without any worries about his life. The mobsters grabbed a rock and with a big blow he knocked out Lex. Dragging the mobster over the floor out the hovel he placed the mobster against the large oak tree that covered the centre of the centre of Rae. He grabbed four big nails and stretched out his arms posing lex in a Jesus pose. With a big large swing he crushed the big nail through the hand of Lexuzis.

A shriek was hear as Lexuzis came to his senses but the pain of the second nail hammered through his other hand was enough to fade out of conscience again. A while later the mobsters smiled at his 'art work' and strolled about.

The next morning the other convicts found the regular convict nailed to the big tree, his true identity now lost for all eternity.

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Meanwhile. In a hovel not too far away.

The Serial killer hovered through several hovels, peering inside looking for his target. Squeezing the tomahawk - his weapon of choice tonight - he arrived at the hovel he was looking for. At least he assumed it was the right hovel as he could not see the face of the sleeping convict as the convict was completely tucked under the - what was supposed to be white -  blankets. He raised his tomahawk and slammed it down hard at the heap of dirty blankets. Surprised by the lack of resistance he encountered, the serial killer tripped and fell down. He cursed as he kicked away the blankets, making a small note visible.

The note said: "Better luck next time, scumbag".

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Meanwhile. On the other side of Rae.

A young and charismatic mobster smiled as he looked at himself in the self made mirror. Yes it was time for this con artist to put his practice to use, it was time to lure one unsuspecting convict into the ranks of the Arsylian mob and solidify the control over Rae.

And so it went down, an "honest" townie is now converted.

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It is now ** DAY **
Everyone has until 19.00 GMT to cast their votes. Deadline will be extended if this is too short of time.

I am delayed. I will post later or deci should post.

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This round the Elder can only vote for one person and that vote counts twice.

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(5) HolyEmpire - ( Nolio, Evilsheep, TU(2), Genesis )
(2) TU - ( Pain, Holy )
(2) Arocalex - ( Maarten, Iluvatar )
(1) Glue - ( Petrolstone )
(1) Skyroshroud - ( Jets )
(1) Lexuzis - ( Arnor )   
(1) Jets - ( Skyroshroud )

Prisoner number 7, shlimy. Sentenced for inbreeding.

Shlimy had spent his youth on a farm planet, growing food crops with his family. And as was customary on his planet, at the age of 19 he wed his sister and they had children. They had many children and lived happily. However their happiness was shortlived. From the governmental center of the planet came a new law: Marrying one's close relatives was illegal. And it worked retroactively. Understandably a lot of people on the planet were enraged, but it couldn't be helped. In one night, the planet turned out to look like it had been ravaged by a series of electric storms, so quick was the disappearance of population. More than 80% of the population of the redneck planet were sent to different prisoner planets through portal, for the crime of inbreeding. Amongst them was Shlimy.

On Rae, Shlimy had lived a quiet life. Happy to grow his few crops and milk his starved cow. He did not understand this commotion about mafias and regular convicts and serial killers and whatnot. He was a simple farmboy, such things did not mean much to him.

The dim night that claimed his life was like any other he had spent in jail. He was in his small barn milking the cow for the last day today, and after that he'd get to bed to get well rested for tomorrow's chores. He rose from the stool he had been sitting on and grabbed the milk bucket. He was just pondering on the miracle of milk when he felt a piano wire tighten around his neck. A few weak struggles and strong tugs later Shlimy was dead and his cow was mooing sadly at the untimely death of its owner. Another regular convict had died.

The mobster looked around the barn. "Huh", he thought and looked at the cow. Quickly he positioned the piano wire around the cow's neck and started pulling. "Better safe than sorry!"

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Prisoner number 19, Elbekko. Sentenced for downloading copyrighted material.

Considered one of the most heinous crimes in the galaxy, Elbekko had been accidentally found to possess illegal copies of movies and games when the policemen were doing a routine home search for drugs. The sentence for this crime comparable to childkilling was guessable: Prison planet. Rae.

During his sentence, Elbekko had built a makeshift computer in his hovel. It wasn't much to look at, hole cards and strings. But it gave him comfort to know that even in this hellhole, he could do rudimentary programming tasks and feel at least a bit at home.

That night Elbekko was once again working on his computer. He was just reaching for a new hole card when he felt a cloth on his face and smelled chloroform. His limp body fell to the floor. The serial killer let out a maniac laughter, positioned Elbekko next to the wall and crucified him. Elbekko woke up screaming when the serial killer sliced his penis right off. Still screaming, the regular convict Elbekko saw the serial killer leave through the door, but not before letting in two pitbulls. Even through his pain his analytical mind was working: For the brief moment it took the dogs to reach him and start eating, he wondered where someone would get pitbulls on this planet.

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Morning broke. The prisoners found a strangled Shlimy, a strangled cow, a mutilated Elbekko and two fat pitbulls. Again they arranged a barbeque of one cow and two dogs, meat was not to be wasted. But in their gluttony, they couldn't help but feel a chill: Five regular townies were dead. Was there any chance of defeating the notorious Arsylian Mafia? Or the mad serial killer?

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IT IS NOW ** DAY ** phase. Everyone has until 15.00 GMT to cast their vote on the daily lynching.
(note: night phase will probably end at 20.00 GMT)

Prisoner number 15, melvin. Sentenced for thievery.

Melvin wasn't exactly one of the toughest criminals on the planet. He had actually been a performing artist of sorts. He had been a mirror-eater. People would bring him mirrors and pay to eat them. It was a show, and business was good. Soon enough, other thieves were stealing mirrors for the show on his home world. When people tried to make reports, the police laughed and threw the reporters out. Surely no one would be idiotic enough to steal just plain mirrors and nothing else. However, the law took an interest when they found even their own police station mirrorless. Finally melvin became megalomaniac and turned himself in. He was convinced the planetary lord of his planet would be interested to see him eat mirrors. The police disagreed, locked him up and a court hearing was held. Sentenced for thievery and sent to Rae.

Now on Rae, melvin was standing amongst other convicts near the portal when the daily lynching votes were read. It quickly became obvious he'd be the one to be terminated. Crowd was shouting suggestions:
"Kill him and check his pockets for mafia stuff?"
"Couldn't we check the pockets first? Seems kind of stupid to kill him first and check his pockets after."

And so they did. They checked his pockets and found nothing but a lonely hand mirror. But they weren't convinced. "Kill him anyway, just to be sure!" Now the crowd was shouting suggestions on how to kill him.
"Crush his balls!"
"Rape him!"
"Drown him in bukkake!"
"Death by snu snu!"

Melvin laughed: "You be retarded, all you are. I never see anybody raped to death."
Forward stepped Nolio, with a small cap on the back of his head. He said: "You will now. Show me that pretty butt of yours, man!"

Three and a half minutes later, melvin lay in ground lifeless. People asked Nolio if he thought melvin had been a mobster. Nolio replied: "No man. No. I didn't get no mafia vibe." And so it was that melvin, a regular convict, had been killed for no good reason.

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IT IS NOW ** NIGHT PHASE ** ENDING SOON. 22.00 GMT