Altair
just who is the coon?
Majority!
You all sit in fear as askaninjask looms on the horizon. Suddenly shade yells out in his 12 year old voice "Get Unclesam!!!!!!!!!!11". Since shade is liable to throw a tantrum if he doesnt get what he wants, you all decide to feed uncleSam to aska. Upon hearing this, Unclesam pussies out and runs out of the cabinet, soon dying of a heart attack. "Let's get Quagsires instead," yells shade, "He looks the same as unclesam anyways!" askaninjask soons comes over, grabs Quagsires, and chews through his processed body.
It's now Night 1, which will end in 48 hours. There is a strong possibility of kills tonight!
You all sit in fear as askaninjask looms on the horizon. Suddenly shade yells out in his 12 year old voice "Get Unclesam!!!!!!!!!!11". Since shade is liable to throw a tantrum if he doesnt get what he wants, you all decide to feed uncleSam to aska. Upon hearing this, Unclesam pussies out and runs out of the cabinet, soon dying of a heart attack. "Let's get Quagsires instead," yells shade, "He looks the same as unclesam anyways!" askaninjask soons comes over, grabs Quagsires, and chews through his processed body.
Relieved aska is satisfied for the time being, you all decide to catch a quick rest.Role PM said:Dear Unclesam / Quagsires,
You are a Hot Dog.
Called a Frankfurter by your German friends, you are a popular cut of meat. While we’re pretty sure you’re made out of meat, we have no idea what meat you’re made from, and we’re kind of afraid to ask.
Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Protect <user>”. You will stop any perpetrators from killing <user>, and thanks to your protective bun, you will be no worse for the wear. You may protect yourself too, but not on two consecutive nights.
You are aligned with the Meat. You win if you eliminate the Pretzels, Pop-Tarts, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.
It's now Night 1, which will end in 48 hours. There is a strong possibility of kills tonight!