The Crimson City Crime Spree: NIGHT 3 (UTC/GMT -1): GAME OVER
THE CRIMSON CITY CRIME SPREE UTC/GMT -1 (BRST) Rio de Janeiro, Brazil Game moderators: Lance & Nami http://i.imgur.com/U2zSEf7.png
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[Alright, first up! Players may discuss and reason with each other on why they chose who they voted to lynch. Conversation is greatly encouraged, and in fact necessary for this game, but try not to get too off-topic. Remember, this is a team effort! You want to win this game and not leave it hanging without a conclusion by the end of the event.
Players who've had experience with this sort of game before, do help your fellow players out if they need it. Once more, if you're thinking of doing something but you're not sure if it's allowed, ask us first by sending a PM.] |
Please confirm your participation by replying as described in the PM sent to you! If you do not respond within the next 6 hours, you will be forced replaced. Quote:
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Elirona: Dystopia: Cora: Wyrmskyld: HollyCloak: Ethos: spicedroses: Liztress: Captain Howdy: hummy:
I apologizing for alerting you to this thread more than once. I'm just so excited! |
Hey, guys! :3
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Hello, Elirona!
Y'all can start voting now if you want to. [;)] |
Aww, but we haven't even had any discussion happen yet! :p
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Oh, fudge! Nami's gonna kill me. I opened this thread by accident. [gonk]
Sorry for the false alarm! There were too many things to be done and I had a moment of confusion. ---------- Post added 02-13-2015 at 09:06 PM ---------- Everything should be good now. "orz |
w00t! Open! [insane]
Er uh... I mean. *pulls up collar and trie to blend into the shadows* *checks clock* It's nighttime on the mean streets of Crimson City. A time when anything can happen. [ninja] |
Dystopia examines her surroundings with a wry expression and gently exhales a mouthful of smoke.
mm. It seems our friends are late. I certainly hope they weren't caught up in something... unpleasant... on the way here... |
*lurks in the shadows innocently*
I am never late, but merely precisely when I mean to arrive. |
Dystopia studies Cora, then offers an all-too-pleasant smile.
That sounds like a useful skill for certain professions. Valid professions, I'm sure. |
Woohoo, we're open! :O
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Dystopia passes Elinora a withering glance, silently judging him.
'A lush?' she wonders to herself. My, my, my. Some of us are very confident to come here in such a state. |
Confident, Dystopia, or bitter?
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A smile. The most sincere so far.
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So. There are ten of us. *looks around the room* Who looks the most suspicious?
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Dystopia takes another drag as she slowly and lazily passes her gaze over the crowd.
I would say... The ones who have not yet graced us with their presence. |
So... are we to wait until they all arrive, and then descend upon them with the lynching party?
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A little smile.
You seem eager to string someone up. |
*watches the crowd with passing interest, or perhaps boredom*
We shall indeed have to wait, the silent are the most deadly crew. |
Dystopia merely observes Cora, noting to herself that Cora did not confirm that she was of a "valid profession."
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Perhaps they're here right now, and we just don't know it.
'Howdy said while eating tortilla chips, then wondered where the tortilla chips came from, but continued to eat them anyway and hoped they weren't poison.' |
Shall we say I'm simply eager to get to the bottom of this problem our lovely city faces?
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