But obeying that would mean we have to listen to you... but if we listen to you we must not listen to you, but then we listen to you again!! aaarrrgggh CANT YOU SEE ITS DRIVING US CRAZY??

/me claps

told u all him and i werent mobbies -_-

You would prob be deleted for inactivity if you miss a couple days like that.

/me joins the dramitic slow clap!

Im going to put it out there like I always do

I am a townie (er, loyal citizen in this case).....   

soldiers -- feel free to investigate.

lexusis as erm? man u pay alot attention

Tyreal: crap why do you always make me look like a noob?
Tyreal: and succeed that everytime again?!:p
Ilfirin: huh?
Tyreal: u make me look like a noob, and you\\\'re good at it!:P

Not Mob: A10, Humidity, Jesnt, Lynns, TU, Chees, Ilfirin

Mob: SittingDuck, HolyEmpire, Maarten, Jets, RockOn, Undeath,

erm?: TMK, Arms, Eltara, Evilsheep, Torqez, ZoZ, Genesis,Gladiator

SK: Gratitude

Lol, just trust the list. This one is accurate

Before I are deaded:

Rockon is likely be townie as well as jesnt and Ilfirin. They're new, and very silent, which i think is because they have the 'boring' townie role. SD is new too, but SD is participating a lot. He should have a special role, but he's not manoeuvring or influencing.

Perhaps A10 is mob, who btw left Sunstorm out of his "accurate, trust me" ready-to-use lists, from this logic: influencing, suggesting, etc

And Sunstorm is mob for sure. He tried finding weird and not-so-logical excuses all the time for having voted Lex, while he denied the easiest explanation "it was either him or me". Instead he went "oh, i would have changed vote to Lex if I hadnt overslept, even if it would have killed me, really"

And also Jets and Grat make me think like they're in concert with being loud/silent at times. But i cant be sure, they're in different timezones.

That's it for the moment.

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In one of the sparring rooms - located on the second floor, was a lone figure vigorously swinging his sword against one of the practice dolls. He was a soldier in the army of the king before he took on a more political job at the castle. However, he liked to stay in shape and therefore kept practising his sword fighting.

A few moments later the door opened and one of the castle residents entered the room. "Good Evening A10, care for a friendly match?" the person said. He was wearing a full fencing uniform, complete with mesh mask. He couldn't see who it was but it was still an offer A10 couldn't resist and so he agreed on the match. They took their positions and they both drew their wooden blades.

"En garde!" they both said. Then they engaged in the fight, the wooden blades meeting each other over and over again in the air. Attacks varying from piercing stabs, low blows and long hauls. All were countered by each other, it seemed that A10 and his opponent were evenly matched.

As they continued, A10 noticed that his opponent started to get tired and small openings started to appear in his countering. A10 waited patiently and after a few more blows he used a twirling move to disarm his opponent and he quickly thrusted his blade towards his opponent's head, holding his sword still just a few millimetres from the throat.

"You got me beat" his opponent laughingly said as he dropped to the floor. A10 smiled and turned around to place his sword back into the rack. Suddenly he got grabbed by his opponent and knife was place against his throat. "I don't like to lose" he said and he slit A10's throat. The traitor grinned as quietly left the room.

A while later...

A man rushed through the hallways of the second floor on his way to the sparring rooms. He knew his partner was there and he wanted to inform him of the investigation result. He arrived at the room and a tear appeared on the face of the knight as he looked at his partner lying dead on the ground.

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The smell was almost too good to resist. Maarten ran down spiral staircase even quicker when the sweet aroma of the pie reached his nose. After each long week of scrubbing the banquet hall floors, he would visit the castle kitchens and be rewarded with the tastiest pumpkin pie in all the land. Made with the freshest pumpkins grown in the royal gardens and topped off with the crispiest pastry, it was certainly the highlight of his week.

Maarten burst through the doors of the kitchen to see the head chef closing the giant oven doors and holding his pie. "You're keen Maarten!" the chef said happily, placing the pie on a ceramic plate.

"Yep! I'm starving!" he replied as he took a stool and sat down next to the wooden kitchen table. The chef pushed the plate towards him and Maarten bent his face down to fully take in the delicious smell. "Yummy!"

"Enjoy son, I'm going to head upstairs and see the maids" said the chef as he ascended up the stairs. But Maarten didn't care. He had waited all week for his pie. He took a kitchen knife and began to slice into the thick pastry when the flames from the candles surrounding the kitchen flickered violently. He looked around quickly and almost fell off his stool when he noticed a tall figure at the foot of the stairway. The figure was draped from head to toe in a long black cloak. A hood was placed carefully over the head so the facial features were all hidden in shadow.

Maarten grasped the knife tightly but dropped it a moment later when the Sorcerer of Death clapped his hands and the hot pie which was resting in front of him lifted into the air and flew towards his face. Maarten used his hands to scrape at the pastry to get it from his mouth and nose, but it was glued there. He made a mistake when he opened his mouth to scream and bits of the pie flooded in and down his throat, choking him briefly. He immediately closed his mouth and continued to claw at his face.

The sorcerer looked on amused as Maarten struggled with the boiling hot filling as it dripped down his face. In his desperation, he fell backwards from his stool and hit the ground hard. Although he was successfully managing to rip parts of the pie away and throw them to the floor around him, it never seemed to go away as miraculously new parts kept appearing.

He kicked and writhed on the floor as crumbs made their way up Maarten's nostrils, preventing him from breathing. He couldn't help but open his mouth again and inadvertantly allowed a stream of pie and hot filling sour down his throat. He began to choke violently and was unable to close his mouth. The gagging sounds were unbearable as Maarten lost consciousness and his limbs dropped helplessly to the ground. However, the pie continued to reappear and travel down his throat. His chest and stomach rose at he was slowly being stuffed from the inside.

The sorcerer had seen enough and phased himself away as he heard footsteps coming down the steps. That's one more loyal subject to cross off his list.

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It is **** DAY **** once again!
All castle citizens have until 12:00 GMT on Tuesday to cast their lynching votes in the forum.

fine fine

I shall hold my vote for a few more hours

<Il_ZoZecksi> unlikely ill bother to log on in the morning
<Il_ZoZecksi> sooo
<Il_ZoZecksi> ill vote now
<Arocalex> vote zoz
<Il_ZoZecksi> and then it will be used as bandwagon, hurray, and then as suspicious stuff
<Il_ZoZecksi> meh

So go ahead X(

I was doubting between SD and Sunstorm, but sunstorm has a son, and SD has small balls.

Voting SD.