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satansaloser2005 · 03-29-2009, 06:24 PM

And the moddess commanded the Nilp, "You are free to vote for any player in the game, but you must not vote for yourself, for when you do so you will surely die."
--or--
"Hello, my name is Sally the Moddess. You voted yourself. Prepare to die."

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Nilp scurried out into the middle of the village, laughing at the Downers' conversation. “All this insipid chattering and nothing's getting done,” he muttered to himself. “Typical. Just typical. Maybe I should just advocate killing all of them, put an end to his madness.”

Finally he shouted over the crowd, “ENOUGH!”

Everyone turned to look at him. For an instant they expected some awe-inspiring speech (but Noggie had gone to bed) or pining over Phantom (but Mith had retired for the Night as well) then realized it was Nilp and went back to their discussion.

“Fine,” he shouted. “I'm too good to talk to you all anyway! I may not have any vote power -screw you, Sally, and your little duck too- but I can't die! That's right, losers! You can't kill me anyway, so go ahead and try! I'll even help you!”

He stopped momentarily to place his name on the board marked 'Who to kill toDay?' The others didn't really seem to notice, so he resumed his rant.

“You fools! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never cross your vote posts with the moddess, but only slightly less well known is this: Never kill an innocent Nilp when the game is on the line!”

And with that he burst into manic laughter.

“Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! A ha ha ha-”

Suddenly lightning came from the clear blue sky and incinerated Nilp.

“Do you smell something?” asked Fea.

Durie sniffed the air and shrugged. “Somebody's cooking.”

“Sunday roast,” Lari said with a nod. “Definitely.”

Noggie and Mith were snoring from across the street. Their nosed perked up too, but no one could quite place the smell.

“Flesh plus heat,” Sally declared from the death pile, a smile crossing her face. “Barbecue.”

The Living
Durelin
Feanor of the Peredhil
Lariren Shadow
Mithalwen
Nogrod

The Dead
Everyone else

Day continues. Enjoy!

P.S. Sorry, forgot to specify. Nilp was an ordo.

03-29-2009, 06:24 PM	#1278
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Incidentally And the moddess commanded the Nilp, "You are free to vote for any player in the game, but you must not vote for yourself, for when you do so you will surely die." --or-- "Hello, my name is Sally the Moddess. You voted yourself. Prepare to die." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nilp scurried out into the middle of the village, laughing at the Downers' conversation. “All this insipid chattering and nothing's getting done,” he muttered to himself. “Typical. Just typical. Maybe I should just advocate killing all of them, put an end to his madness.” Finally he shouted over the crowd, “ENOUGH!” Everyone turned to look at him. For an instant they expected some awe-inspiring speech (but Noggie had gone to bed) or pining over Phantom (but Mith had retired for the Night as well) then realized it was Nilp and went back to their discussion. “Fine,” he shouted. “I'm too good to talk to you all anyway! I may not have any vote power -screw you, Sally, and your little duck too- but I can't die! That's right, losers! You can't kill me anyway, so go ahead and try! I'll even help you!” He stopped momentarily to place his name on the board marked 'Who to kill toDay?' The others didn't really seem to notice, so he resumed his rant. “You fools! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never cross your vote posts with the moddess, but only slightly less well known is this: Never kill an innocent Nilp when the game is on the line!” And with that he burst into manic laughter. “Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! A ha ha ha-” Suddenly lightning came from the clear blue sky and incinerated Nilp. “Do you smell something?” asked Fea. Durie sniffed the air and shrugged. “Somebody's cooking.” “Sunday roast,” Lari said with a nod. “Definitely.” Noggie and Mith were snoring from across the street. Their nosed perked up too, but no one could quite place the smell. “Flesh plus heat,” Sally declared from the death pile, a smile crossing her face. “Barbecue.” The Living Durelin Feanor of the Peredhil Lariren Shadow Mithalwen Nogrod The Dead Everyone else Day continues. Enjoy! P.S. Sorry, forgot to specify. Nilp was an ordo. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm. Last edited by satansaloser2005; 03-29-2009 at 07:32 PM.