WWLVIII: Escape From Angband (or Behavioral Modification) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Brinniel · 03-18-2009, 08:50 PM

Suspects:

Legate: For his vote. Why vote someone you don't want to see lynched? It's rather absurd, and I don't like it at all.

Lommy: On one hand, she agreed with me when I said we should vote based only on behaviour. Yet she then votes Lari for banter posts. Very contradicting.

Kath: For that comment about focusing on chatterers, which is a horrible idea due to the behaviour modification and that chatting does not necessarily mean guilt. Also, I didn't like her reasons for voting me.

I didn't like Mith's reasoning behind her suspicions, but I'm not terribly concerned about her.

So, I'll be voting for one of the first three.

Or the phantom. I'd love to see the phantom get lynched for once. Plus his lynching means free cookies.

Brinniel · 03-18-2009, 08:56 PM

++Legate

Of the three that are tied, I find him most suspicious. I'd rather see him go than Lari or Durelin.

Durelin · 03-18-2009, 08:58 PM

Ehhh...

++Legate

Isabellkya · 03-18-2009, 08:59 PM

Nog voted awhile ago. xD

Haha @ Nerwen. What are your cheerleading colors?

Gwathagor · 03-18-2009, 08:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Durelin

Ehhh...

++Legate

You feel very strongly about that vote, I can tell.

Durelin · 03-18-2009, 09:00 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Gwath

You feel very strongly about that vote, I can tell.

Well when you can't even decide if you want to be lynched or not...le sigh.

Edit: That would be a general 'you' meaning...uh...me.

Also, wow. I didn't realize we had 3 more people to vote. Well, if they vote at all.

satansaloser2005 · 03-18-2009, 09:06 PM

Day's over.

I just got back, so give me a bit to go through the thread and I'll have the result and narration up as soon as possible. Thanks in advance for your patience.

Nerwen · 03-18-2009, 09:07 PM

I think I just missed the deadline (as usual). I have an excuse, though– my mother arrived a few minutes ago.

Um... does my vote for YouTube count?

the phantom · 03-18-2009, 09:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Durelin

I've really lost my steam here.

That's what she said.

satansaloser2005 · 03-18-2009, 09:37 PM

Legate was lynched. He was an ordo, but when voting a wolf or the cobbler his voting power was doubled to help the village.

Narration will be put in another post as soon as I get it written, so keep an eye out.

Were-ducks, send me your kill, all assorted gifteds please give me like ten minutes, then send in any relevant picks. Thanks.

Sleep well, my village!

ETA: Nerwen, your vote counts, but had you retracted it I wouldn't have held it against you. Basically, I wanted my vote tally to include "Nerwen-->Youtube" so I kept it. Nilp's retraction DOES count as one of his two retractions in the game.

satansaloser2005 · 03-19-2009, 11:44 AM

(Sorry I'm putting this up so late. I fell asleep writing it last night so I had to finish it up this morning when I woke up. Also, as a note, there are NO hints in the narrations, and anything I write that may be taken as a clue toward someone's role isn't a clue, it's just how I chose to write the narration. Also, all gifteds will be referred to as guys and all were-ducks as girls. That is all. Enjoy!)

"Yes, duck poisons are my trade. I am a duck-killer. My name is Legate the Duck-Killer. I find, suspect, and vote for were-ducks."

--or--

"You only killed the village's most powerful voter, you know."
"Well, I didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to? You put your pickles right through his head."

--or--

"Well, we'll not risk another frontal assault. That Gwath's dynamite."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some of the villagers met early that first morning and gathered around Sally's body.

“That,” Nienna muttered, “is disgusting....”

“Nasty,” Fea agreed.

“Well, it's only to be expected,” Mira noted. “After all, she was wearing purple and, as you know....”

“As you know,” Lari interrupted, “ducks hate purple. Especially were-ducks. I can see why they might have hated her,” she added, nodding toward Mira. “Only crazy people wear purple. And really, only crazy people who hunt were-ducks.”

“It's no wonder they killed her,” Brinn agreed, and they all looked down as they heard a groan from below them.

“Actually, I'm not quite dead yet....”

Durie walked up and poked the moddess in the ribs with her toes. “You know, things are loud enough without the dead people talking too.”

“Really,” Sally croaked, “I'm feeling much better....”

Wilwa rolled her eyes and facepalmed, and the banter continued.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few hours later Lari wasn't enjoying herself anymore and Durie....well, Durie hadn't been in the first place. “Who can blame her?” Nilp commented dryly. “This village sucks.”

“That's what she said,” said a ghostly voice from outside.

In the corner Rikae and Noggie were bickering.

“Die! Die! God in heaven, die!” Rikae shouted at him.

Lommie walked in, looked at the pair of them, and sighed. “Shoot. Me. Now,” she mumbled.

“Tell me about it,” added Mith. “Life is worthless without Phantom.”

A few of the refugees looked toward Gwath maliciously, but before they could sign his death warrant a giant Sally shaped face appeared in the mid-afternoon sky. All the villagers fell to the ground and before long a confused and slightly hacked off expression formed on Sally's face.

“What are you doing now?”

Kath stood, keeping her gaze rooted to the ground. “Averting our eyes, oh moddess.”

Sally rolled her flipping enormous eyes.

“Well, don't. It's just like that miserable Mith, always so depressing. Now knock it off! Just don't kill Gwath and we'll all be cool, okay?”

The group pouted and began to disperse. From their midst Gwath emerged.

“Oh! Had enough, eh? Come back and take what's coming to you, you blankity-blank werewolves! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!”

“Dude,” Lari put in, “we can always kill you toMorrow.”

“Well, crap.”

“For toDay though,” Lari said slowly. “We could always....I dunno....kill Durie.”

“Excellent!” chorused Noggie and Legate, and Durie's head shook in protest.

“Oh no you don't! Legate, you're going down for this!”

Before Legate knew what was happening they'd cornered him and Wilwa, Nienna, Brinn, and Gwath were advancing on him with tubs of pickles.

“Better you than me, man,” Gwath said with a shrug, and chucked a jar at poor Legate's head.

“But I'm here to help the village! It's Durie you want! Kill Durie, kill her! Not me!”

“Confess,” Nienna yelled, “or we shall say ++LEGATE again to you!”

“No! Never!” Legate cried. “Do your worst!”

Brinn and Wilwa looked at each other. “Meh. He asked for it.”

When Mnemo came out at sunset she saw Sally's body over by the old church, and beside her was a large pile of pickles. “What the heck happened here?”

The pickles shifted, and from the end of the pile emerged Legate's bruised and bloody face.

“I was attacked....” he responded. “I was attacked by Uuuugggghhhh....”

“Attacked by whom?” Mnemo queried, feigning interest and surreptitiously taking a hungry glance at Legate's toes, which were sticking out from under a large clump of dills.

“Uuuugggghhhh....” Legate repeated, and a voice from within the church mumbled, “That's what....”

“Oh shut up,” Mnemo interrupted, then looked back down at Legate. After a thorough examination she decided he wasn't much good to eat. After all, he was covered in some sort of foul smelling liquid. In the end, she just shoved one of the larger pickles down his throat and left him to die.

Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)
Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1)

Mirandir · 03-18-2009, 09:00 PM

Rikae -> Nog
Mac -> Gwath
Mith -> Lari
Kath -> Brinn
Lari -> Durie
Nog -> Durie
Lommy -> Lari
Legate ->Durie
Gwath -> Legate
Mira -> Lommy
Izzy -> Lari
Fea -> Brinn
Nienna -> Legate
wilwa -> Legate
Brinn -> Legate
Durie -> Legate

Legate - 5
Lari and Durie - 3
Brinn -2
Nog, Gwath, and Lommy - 1

Still to vote: Shasta, Nerwen, and Nilp

03-18-2009, 08:50 PM	#1
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	Suspects: Legate: For his vote. Why vote someone you don't want to see lynched? It's rather absurd, and I don't like it at all. Lommy: On one hand, she agreed with me when I said we should vote based only on behaviour. Yet she then votes Lari for banter posts. Very contradicting. Kath: For that comment about focusing on chatterers, which is a horrible idea due to the behaviour modification and that chatting does not necessarily mean guilt. Also, I didn't like her reasons for voting me. I didn't like Mith's reasoning behind her suspicions, but I'm not terribly concerned about her. So, I'll be voting for one of the first three. Or the phantom. I'd love to see the phantom get lynched for once. Plus his lynching means free cookies. __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

03-18-2009, 08:56 PM	#2
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	++Legate Of the three that are tied, I find him most suspicious. I'd rather see him go than Lari or Durelin. __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

03-18-2009, 08:59 PM	#4
Isabellkya Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Amongst trees. Posts: 919	Nog voted awhile ago. xD Haha @ Nerwen. What are your cheerleading colors? __________________ But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.

03-18-2009, 09:06 PM	#7
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Day's over. I just got back, so give me a bit to go through the thread and I'll have the result and narration up as soon as possible. Thanks in advance for your patience. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

03-18-2009, 09:07 PM	#8
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	I think I just missed the deadline (as usual). I have an excuse, though– my mother arrived a few minutes ago. Um... does my vote for YouTube count? __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo.

03-18-2009, 08:58 PM	#3
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Ehhh... ++Legate

03-18-2009, 09:37 PM	#10
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Lynch Result Legate was lynched. He was an ordo, but when voting a wolf or the cobbler his voting power was doubled to help the village. Narration will be put in another post as soon as I get it written, so keep an eye out. Were-ducks, send me your kill, all assorted gifteds please give me like ten minutes, then send in any relevant picks. Thanks. Sleep well, my village! ETA: Nerwen, your vote counts, but had you retracted it I wouldn't have held it against you. Basically, I wanted my vote tally to include "Nerwen-->Youtube" so I kept it. Nilp's retraction DOES count as one of his two retractions in the game. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

03-19-2009, 11:44 AM	#11
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	(Sorry I'm putting this up so late. I fell asleep writing it last night so I had to finish it up this morning when I woke up. Also, as a note, there are NO hints in the narrations, and anything I write that may be taken as a clue toward someone's role isn't a clue, it's just how I chose to write the narration. Also, all gifteds will be referred to as guys and all were-ducks as girls. That is all. Enjoy!) "Yes, duck poisons are my trade. I am a duck-killer. My name is Legate the Duck-Killer. I find, suspect, and vote for were-ducks." --or-- "You only killed the village's most powerful voter, you know." "Well, I didn't mean to." "Didn't mean to? You put your pickles right through his head." --or-- "Well, we'll not risk another frontal assault. That Gwath's dynamite." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some of the villagers met early that first morning and gathered around Sally's body. “That,” Nienna muttered, “is disgusting....” “Nasty,” Fea agreed. “Well, it's only to be expected,” Mira noted. “After all, she was wearing purple and, as you know....” “As you know,” Lari interrupted, “ducks hate purple. Especially were-ducks. I can see why they might have hated her,” she added, nodding toward Mira. “Only crazy people wear purple. And really, only crazy people who hunt were-ducks.” “It's no wonder they killed her,” Brinn agreed, and they all looked down as they heard a groan from below them. “Actually, I'm not quite dead yet....” Durie walked up and poked the moddess in the ribs with her toes. “You know, things are loud enough without the dead people talking too.” “Really,” Sally croaked, “I'm feeling much better....” Wilwa rolled her eyes and facepalmed, and the banter continued. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few hours later Lari wasn't enjoying herself anymore and Durie....well, Durie hadn't been in the first place. “Who can blame her?” Nilp commented dryly. “This village sucks.” “That's what she said,” said a ghostly voice from outside. In the corner Rikae and Noggie were bickering. “Die! Die! God in heaven, die!” Rikae shouted at him. Lommie walked in, looked at the pair of them, and sighed. “Shoot. Me. Now,” she mumbled. “Tell me about it,” added Mith. “Life is worthless without Phantom.” A few of the refugees looked toward Gwath maliciously, but before they could sign his death warrant a giant Sally shaped face appeared in the mid-afternoon sky. All the villagers fell to the ground and before long a confused and slightly hacked off expression formed on Sally's face. “What are you doing now?” Kath stood, keeping her gaze rooted to the ground. “Averting our eyes, oh moddess.” Sally rolled her flipping enormous eyes. “Well, don't. It's just like that miserable Mith, always so depressing. Now knock it off! Just don't kill Gwath and we'll all be cool, okay?” The group pouted and began to disperse. From their midst Gwath emerged. “Oh! Had enough, eh? Come back and take what's coming to you, you blankity-blank werewolves! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!” “Dude,” Lari put in, “we can always kill you toMorrow.” “Well, crap.” “For toDay though,” Lari said slowly. “We could always....I dunno....kill Durie.” “Excellent!” chorused Noggie and Legate, and Durie's head shook in protest. “Oh no you don't! Legate, you're going down for this!” Before Legate knew what was happening they'd cornered him and Wilwa, Nienna, Brinn, and Gwath were advancing on him with tubs of pickles. “Better you than me, man,” Gwath said with a shrug, and chucked a jar at poor Legate's head. “But I'm here to help the village! It's Durie you want! Kill Durie, kill her! Not me!” “Confess,” Nienna yelled, “or we shall say ++LEGATE again to you!” “No! Never!” Legate cried. “Do your worst!” Brinn and Wilwa looked at each other. “Meh. He asked for it.” When Mnemo came out at sunset she saw Sally's body over by the old church, and beside her was a large pile of pickles. “What the heck happened here?” The pickles shifted, and from the end of the pile emerged Legate's bruised and bloody face. “I was attacked....” he responded. “I was attacked by Uuuugggghhhh....” “Attacked by whom?” Mnemo queried, feigning interest and surreptitiously taking a hungry glance at Legate's toes, which were sticking out from under a large clump of dills. “Uuuugggghhhh....” Legate repeated, and a voice from within the church mumbled, “That's what....” “Oh shut up,” Mnemo interrupted, then looked back down at Legate. After a thorough examination she decided he wasn't much good to eat. After all, he was covered in some sort of foul smelling liquid. In the end, she just shoved one of the larger pickles down his throat and left him to die. Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0) Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0) Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1) __________________ "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; 03-19-2009 at 08:20 PM.

03-18-2009, 09:00 PM	#12
Mirandir Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: CT/NY Posts: 681	Rikae -> Nog Mac -> Gwath Mith -> Lari Kath -> Brinn Lari -> Durie Nog -> Durie Lommy -> Lari Legate ->Durie Gwath -> Legate Mira -> Lommy Izzy -> Lari Fea -> Brinn Nienna -> Legate wilwa -> Legate Brinn -> Legate Durie -> Legate Legate - 5 Lari and Durie - 3 Brinn -2 Nog, Gwath, and Lommy - 1 Still to vote: Shasta, Nerwen, and Nilp __________________ Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.