fine i'll log on X(

i try to delay going to irc as much as i can during work but oh well

i'm dead, i'm not supposed to say anything bout mafia! X(

Gladiator - 9 (Lynns, TMK, SittingDuck, Ilfirin, Gladiator, arms, Chees, evilsheep_Naked, king)
Undeatn - 1 (Undeath)

Not voted: Sunstorm

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* Half hour before lynch time.... *

"Damn that knight!" Gladiator yelled as he kicked against his bedpost. He and his fellow traitors had been doing so well, but that knight, he was getting him and his fellow traitors one by one. "Why won't he just die." Gladiator sighed and sat down on his bed. "I wanna go out with a bang" he thought to himself. He stood up and retreated to his back room. "I will think of something nice, I deserve it!".

* present time... *

The castle's residents were once more gathered in the frown yard of the Oracle. Waiting for the Oracle to punish the next filthy traitor. Several men grabbed Gladiator and threw him in front of the Oracle, who had just waggled out of his home. Gladiator jumped up and whipped open his coat. He laughed evilly as he flashed some kind of home-made device, which was strapped around his waste.

"IT IS AN EXPLOSIVE DEVICE!!!!" someone yelled from the small group of castle residents who where still alive today.

Gladiator pulled the thin cord that was hanging out of the device and yelled: "I SHALL NOT DIE ALONE!!!!"

All the residents jumped to the ground in panic. A loud bang followed, but to the surprise of all, nobody felt a thing. They looked up and and saw that the Oracle had created some kind of forcefield around Gladiator shielding everything from the blast.

As the noise of the explosion faded, someone shouted "NO Gladiator, you do die alone!!!". The rest of the group started laughing and cheering. Another Traitor had been caught, only two more to go!!!

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** Night **

Everyone with night time abilities has until 20.00 GMT to make their choices.

indeed X(

I reckon I have been the mob's best player

ok fellow townies, since me surviving the next night would take a very specific circumstance..... ill post all i know!

2. arms
4. Chees
6. evilsheep_Naked
12. Ilfirin
17. Lynns
20. SittingDuck
21. Sunstorm
23. TMK
25. Undeath

that is who is left
for reasons i shouldnt post in here, i trust tmk. if you wish to know specifics hit me up on irc
the trust in tmk, also by default clears up sd, which again i can discuss in private if you wish.
sheep, arms, lynns, and myself are all guarenteed 100% townies

that leaves
4. Chees
12. Ilfirin
21. Sunstorm

im quite confident the 2 remaining mobbies will be found in those 3.
sunstorm i tend to lean away from
reasoning :
Lexuzis- 10 - (A10, Humidity, Jesnt, Lynns, SittingDuck, Sunstorm, TMK, King, TU, Chees)
Sunstorm - 9 - (Arms, Eltara, Evilsheep, Gladiator, Ilfirin, Lexuzis, Torqez, ZoZ, Genesis)

from the first lynching, eltara, gladiator, zoz, and possibly ilfirin are all mob
this early in the game, and with a vote that came down to the wire.

although now that i go back and look deeper, chees changed from sunstorm to lex at the last minute so could have been one of the mob saving their own?
anyway those are my thoughts

Not sure what Elro is,

But I'm quite sure Arsy is the Oracle.

I stake my name on it!!

what happened to the orignal intent of the story? It is lost...

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The church was a bleak building when empty. Every sunday morning the rows of pews would be filled with chattering members of Gallador's finest, ready to pledge their allegiance to God and the King. But no longer. Ever since the first attack on the King over a week ago, the pews stood empty as people were afraid to venture to the castle. They were aware that great evil had penetrated its walls.

Undeath walked along the aisle and thought of all the friendly people he had met within these walls. None more so than the cleric. He owed the cleric his life - two times over - and it was now his duty to stay at the church to protect the man of God as well as for his own safety. Undeath looked up at the stained glass windows surrounding the great building and then looked directly upwards at the centrepoint of the whole church - a huge window of stained glass suspended horizontally above the pews and altar stared down at him.The image depicted the great Battle of Gallador where King Stefan IV killed the dragon. A sea of colour beamed into the room whenever the sun was shining, but right now all was dark.

The cleric had left the church moments earlier to attend to some business this evening and Undeath paced up and down the church aisle wondering what to do with himself. A jagged bruise was apparent along his neck where he was strangled by a copper wire the previously evening. He knew they would eventually come back.

That was the reason why he wasn't at all surprised when he turned around to see a traitor, draped in a long black cloak, standing at the altar with a sword outstretched. "Haha, I've come to finish the job" he shouted as he slowly made his way up the aisle.

Undeath span around quickly towards the doors of the great church where he knew two suits of armour were standing like warriors, guarding the entrance to God's house. He glanced at one of the knights and smiled cheekily as he slid the sword from its light grasp. He then turned around to face the traitor.

"En garde!" he shouted. Darting forwards, the sword fight began. Clinks of metal echoed throughout the church as sword met sword in every direction whilst man and traitor fought for their lives. Undeath dodged and attacked like he was a natural - almost as if he was trained for combat - but his opponent was almost equally as proficient. They continued to battle, moving backwards and forwards down the central aisle of the church. However, a bad mistake from the traitor saw him trip and fall backwards, with his sword flying off into the distance, clattering as it landed on the ground. Undeath moved forward for the final swipe of his sword but was interrupted when he was stabbed from behind. Another blade pertruded from the centre of his body as a different traitor had fatally joined the fight.

The traitor pulled the blade out quickly and Undeath collapsed to his knees before falling forwards. The defeated traitor swordsman got to his feet and surged forward to congratulate his friend who could not have chosen a better moment to intervene. They high-fived each other but when they turned back around, Undeath's body had disappeared.

"Impossible!! Find him!!" a traitor shouted as they darted down the aisle, running in opposite directions at the front of the church. As the traitor approached the back of the altar, he noticed a pair of legs disappear from a ladder which led up to the second level of the church. He quickly followed, taking each rung of the ladder carefully. Fresh blood had stained most of them making it tricky. When he reached the top, the view almost took his breath away.

He was standing in line with the horizontal stained glass window. From his position, he could see the whole church through the different pieces of coloured glass. The traitor realised the ladder must be used as some sort of cleaning platform to wash the glass and noticed immediately that Undeath was slowly tredding across it, trying to reach the other side.

The traitor thought of his next steps with ease as he took a brick from the platform he was standing on and threw it towards the injured man. Undeath dodged the brick with ease but didn't anticipate the next event. The brick flew through the air and hit the glass with a crack. A splitsecond later and the whole piece of glass began to shatter with a cracking noise. Undeath lost his footing and his balance and fell, together with the shattering glass towards the stone floor of the church.

A loud smashing sound rang through the building as the entire stained window came down, showering into a million pieces of multicoloured shards of glass. Undeath lay in the middle of it all. After cracking a number of ribs, broken his arm, hip and leg, he was also cut throughout the length of his body with glass piercing almost every piece of bare skin. But he was still breathing.

Undeath coughed and a stream of blood trickled out of his mouth and down his scarred face. He painfully began to muster up the energy to crawl slowly in the direction of the church doors, willing himself to get away.

The second traitor, however, was walking up the aisle, sword in hand. "WTF?! Why won't you bloody die?!!" he shouted angrily as he swung the sword promptly. Undeath's head was removed in one swoop and span around briefly on the spot. There was no one around to protect the knight tonight.

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It is now **** DAY ****
All remaining castle citizens have until 12:00 GMT on Wednesday to post their lynch votes!

people just look around i havent voted one single townie lynched im not mob pfft X(

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

oh so now chees is mob huh?? X(