WW LXXX: It's About Time! - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Aganzir · 08-30-2010, 06:59 PM

Votes:
(Pitch - most likely no vote)
Eomer - Lottie (1)
Agan - skip (1)
skip - Eomer (1)
sally - Eomer (2)
Lottie - Eomer (3)

Left: Nerwen

So he's dead.

satansaloser2005 · 08-30-2010, 07:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Aganzir

So he's dead.

Very dead, actually.

Inziladun · 08-30-2010, 07:04 PM

DL Stop. I'm sorry it's late, but my computer picked an inconvenient time to do an anti-virus update.

satansaloser2005 · 08-30-2010, 07:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Inziladun

DL Stop. I'm sorry it's late, but my computer picked an inconvenient time to do an anti-virus update.

*huggles you and your computer* S'all right, oh modly one. We love you!

*waits with baited breath....yes, baited*

ETA: You can't break tradition!

Inziladun · 08-30-2010, 07:24 PM

As the dwindling group spent their fourth day in the desolate house, their discussions became more heated.

The decision this day was that Eomer would be the next to go.

He surveyed his accusers silently, seeming to size them up. Then he shrugged his shoulders and walked into the chamber.

"Well, what's the year"? asked skip.

"Let's send him someplace interesting," said Sally. "How about the fourteenth century? Great Plague, wars, he'll find something to do."

"Ok by me", said Lottie.

Nerwen set the year for 1325, then pushed the center button.

"Nooo! I'm innocent!" Came Eomer's voice from inside the chamber. Then silence.

The party slowly made their way to the window in the chamber. Hardly daring to breathe, they peeked inside. Suddenly Eomer's face leaped out at them as he pressed against the glass. One eye had revolved into his head to show the white, and smoke poured from his mouth and ears.

"AUUGHTTRRRR!" the malfunctioning robot screamed. It reached a trembling hand toward them in frustration, then abruptly collapsed.

The Living
Nerwen
Pitch
Sally
Lottie
skip
Agan

The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4

IT IS NIGHT 5. Remaining wolf and Seer send your picks.

Inziladun · 08-31-2010, 07:00 PM

With a start skip woke up suddenly. Where was he? The large room was dark, lit only by flashing control panel lights from a machine in the center of the room. Then it came to him: he was in the old dining room of a house in the English countryside standing near a time machine.

What, was I sleepwalking? He thought. It had been a long time since he'd done that. And now coming back to him was the dream he'd just had, a dream of one of the people in this house being a soulless killer.

The last one! he said to himself. How would he go about telling the others? All they had to do was get rid of this one and they'd be free to await the opening of the door to the outside in peace.

"What are you doing?" said a voice behind him. Turning, he beheld a shadowy form by the door leading to the stairs. He knew who it was: the very one he'd just dreamed of.

"You." said skip flatly "I know what you are."

"What am I?" asked the newcomer.

"You're the last of those robots. I've had dreams while I've been here; dreams about the people in this house. I know they've been true."

"That doesn't matter now," it said. "I'm afraid your dreaming days are over." It slowly, but implacably began walking toward him.

"What are you going to do?" asked skip. "Put me in the freezer? Kill me with footwear?"

"Oh, no. I don't want to get repetitive".

"What do you mean by that?" said skip. trying to keep the thing talking.

"That's right, you don't know. You see, my companions and I were originally sent here to see what that looney "professor" was up to now and put a stop to it. But then we got thinking: all this here would make a great movie on its own. We've been recording everything that's happened here. And when I get back, it all gets downloaded, and there's your next summer blockbuster. Maybe Brad Pitt will play you!" It laughed.

On one side of the room was a long-disused fireplace, with the associated tools still waiting in a rusty stand. The robot, as it passed the fireplace, picked up a poker and began to slap it against its palm thoughtfully.

Though skip had been looking around himself for weapons, he saw nothing he could reach before the thing got to him.

"You're a fan of Lord of the Rings, aren't you skip?" it asked. "Remember what happened to Frodo in the Mines of Moria?"

Before skip had a chance to say anything, the fiend, in the blink of an eye, hurled the poker at his chest like a spear.

Slowly, skip fell to his knees. He tried, with rapidly ebbing strength, to remove the poker embedded in his sternum, but succeeded not at all.

"Forgot your mithril coat, I see," it chuckled. "What a shame."

As skip's vision began to darken, he thought only of his housemates, and hoped he'd been able to help them enough to get them through this.

The Living
Nerwen
Pitch
Sally
Lottie
Agan

The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4
skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5

Day 5 HAS BEGUN

satansaloser2005 · 08-31-2010, 07:05 PM

My darling Skip:

Humble apologies. I picked up on your seer hints AGES ago and, of course, only suspected you to keep the wolves from....well, doing what they just did. However, I obviously could have been a bit more forthcoming with a fake seer act or something before 10 minutes pre-DL yesterDay, because that just may have helped. I was hoping that I'd be able to let things play out and just hop onto Eomer (or whomever, for that matter, but he was of course my first choice) at the end of the Day, but that quickly became impossible, and I should have just come out at that point, but NO, I didn't. I know, I'm a bit of a thickhead, but I shall avenge you.

Yours truly and in innocence,

Sally

Loslote · 08-31-2010, 07:08 PM

Sally, if you've picked up on Seer hints, did you pick up on who he hinted? If not, I'll go look through his posts; hopefully he left something.

08-30-2010, 06:59 PM	#1
Aganzir Woman of Secret Shadow Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells Posts: 4,511	Votes: (Pitch - most likely no vote) Eomer - Lottie (1) Agan - skip (1) skip - Eomer (1) sally - Eomer (2) Lottie - Eomer (3) Left: Nerwen So he's dead. __________________ He bit me, and I was not gentle.

08-30-2010, 07:04 PM	#3
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	DL Stop. I'm sorry it's late, but my computer picked an inconvenient time to do an anti-virus update. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.

08-30-2010, 07:24 PM	#5
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Day 4 As the dwindling group spent their fourth day in the desolate house, their discussions became more heated. The decision this day was that Eomer would be the next to go. He surveyed his accusers silently, seeming to size them up. Then he shrugged his shoulders and walked into the chamber. "Well, what's the year"? asked skip. "Let's send him someplace interesting," said Sally. "How about the fourteenth century? Great Plague, wars, he'll find something to do." "Ok by me", said Lottie. Nerwen set the year for 1325, then pushed the center button. "Nooo! I'm innocent!" Came Eomer's voice from inside the chamber. Then silence. The party slowly made their way to the window in the chamber. Hardly daring to breathe, they peeked inside. Suddenly Eomer's face leaped out at them as he pressed against the glass. One eye had revolved into his head to show the white, and smoke poured from his mouth and ears. "AUUGHTTRRRR!" the malfunctioning robot screamed. It reached a trembling hand toward them in frustration, then abruptly collapsed. The Living Nerwen Pitch Sally Lottie skip Agan The Dead Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1 The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1 Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2 Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2. Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3 Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3 Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4 Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4 IT IS NIGHT 5. Remaining wolf and Seer send your picks. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God. Last edited by Inziladun; 08-30-2010 at 08:55 PM. Reason: added bolding and punctuation

08-31-2010, 07:00 PM	#6
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Night 5 With a start skip woke up suddenly. Where was he? The large room was dark, lit only by flashing control panel lights from a machine in the center of the room. Then it came to him: he was in the old dining room of a house in the English countryside standing near a time machine. What, was I sleepwalking? He thought. It had been a long time since he'd done that. And now coming back to him was the dream he'd just had, a dream of one of the people in this house being a soulless killer. The last one! he said to himself. How would he go about telling the others? All they had to do was get rid of this one and they'd be free to await the opening of the door to the outside in peace. "What are you doing?" said a voice behind him. Turning, he beheld a shadowy form by the door leading to the stairs. He knew who it was: the very one he'd just dreamed of. "You." said skip flatly "I know what you are." "What am I?" asked the newcomer. "You're the last of those robots. I've had dreams while I've been here; dreams about the people in this house. I know they've been true." "That doesn't matter now," it said. "I'm afraid your dreaming days are over." It slowly, but implacably began walking toward him. "What are you going to do?" asked skip. "Put me in the freezer? Kill me with footwear?" "Oh, no. I don't want to get repetitive". "What do you mean by that?" said skip. trying to keep the thing talking. "That's right, you don't know. You see, my companions and I were originally sent here to see what that looney "professor" was up to now and put a stop to it. But then we got thinking: all this here would make a great movie on its own. We've been recording everything that's happened here. And when I get back, it all gets downloaded, and there's your next summer blockbuster. Maybe Brad Pitt will play you!" It laughed. On one side of the room was a long-disused fireplace, with the associated tools still waiting in a rusty stand. The robot, as it passed the fireplace, picked up a poker and began to slap it against its palm thoughtfully. Though skip had been looking around himself for weapons, he saw nothing he could reach before the thing got to him. "You're a fan of Lord of the Rings, aren't you skip?" it asked. "Remember what happened to Frodo in the Mines of Moria?" Before skip had a chance to say anything, the fiend, in the blink of an eye, hurled the poker at his chest like a spear. Slowly, skip fell to his knees. He tried, with rapidly ebbing strength, to remove the poker embedded in his sternum, but succeeded not at all. "Forgot your mithril coat, I see," it chuckled. "What a shame." As skip's vision began to darken, he thought only of his housemates, and hoped he'd been able to help them enough to get them through this. The Living Nerwen Pitch Sally Lottie Agan The Dead Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1 The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1 Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2 Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2. Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3 Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3 Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4 Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4 skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5 Day 5 HAS BEGUN __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.

08-31-2010, 07:05 PM	#7
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	My darling Skip: Humble apologies. I picked up on your seer hints AGES ago and, of course, only suspected you to keep the wolves from....well, doing what they just did. However, I obviously could have been a bit more forthcoming with a fake seer act or something before 10 minutes pre-DL yesterDay, because that just may have helped. I was hoping that I'd be able to let things play out and just hop onto Eomer (or whomever, for that matter, but he was of course my first choice) at the end of the Day, but that quickly became impossible, and I should have just come out at that point, but NO, I didn't. I know, I'm a bit of a thickhead, but I shall avenge you. Yours truly and in innocence, Sally __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

08-31-2010, 07:08 PM	#8
Loslote The Werewolf's Companion Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: The Moon Posts: 3,021	Sally, if you've picked up on Seer hints, did you pick up on who he hinted? If not, I'll go look through his posts; hopefully he left something. __________________ I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Double Fenris