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[Ṧ†ᾋℕⅮἎℛ₫] Muppet Mafia - WON BY HUMANOIDS AND MUPPET LABS
- Thread starter Ditto
- Start date
i think we should start with a no lynch, we have no idea whats going on right now... why me? i haven't done anything wrong yet... please dont lynch me... i dont even know what to do...
ginganinja tells you all to lynch the_sea_prince and still unsure of what to do, you all agree to do so without any hesitation aside from the hipster Wild Eep and the_sea_prince himself. You all gather around and lynch the_sea_prince from one of the stage ropes as he convinces you all to not lynch anyone today. As the rope goes up and he gasps for his last breath, a note falls from the now lifeless body. It reads:
As the lovable monster Sweetums dies, some are happy and others sad. You retreat for the night, but what will happen? Who will see the next day? These remain unseen.
NIGHT 1 WILL END MONDAY JULY 11TH AT 5PM EST
As the lovable monster Sweetums dies, some are happy and others sad. You retreat for the night, but what will happen? Who will see the next day? These remain unseen.
NIGHT 1 WILL END MONDAY JULY 11TH AT 5PM EST
Aww... Pookums... :'(
Crux
Banned deucer.
You got very little sleep last night, the ruckus was incredible. Screaming, banging, crashing and the unmistakable sound of hot, passionate love; such a noise has never been heard before in the Muppet’s Theatre. But as dawn came, it grew quite. It grew still. Not even the softest susurrus of last night’s antics could be heard, in fact there was no evidence of it at all. That is, if you only payed attention to one of your senses. As the air conditioning kicked it, and with it, your alarm clock a scent wafts in your direction. Floating on the artificial breeze is an unmistakeable smell. Fresh Blood. The taste of it was in the air. And the theatre felt still.
When you finally work up the energy to get out of bed after a long night with no sleep, you look around you. There seems to be no sign of any struggle. In fact, all of the evidence of last night’s antics seems to have been erased. It is unnatural to say the least; eerie even.
Everyone gathers at the towns meeting centre for a headcount. LightWolf is missing. Suddenly you hear a groan from under a pile of props, all of which are stained red with blood. Wild Eep nears the pile and tries to pull it apart but it is sticky with someone’s blood. Wild Eep, being a faint-hearted girl faints dramatically. ginganinja rolls his eyes and pulls a body out from underneath the pile of props, ignoring the blood which stains his innocent, virginal fingers. The body had been savagely torn apart by a vicious assailant. The sight of LightWolf’s body caused even the brave Aura_Guardian to recoil in disgust and fear. LightWolf’s assailant must have had a sick sense of humour, because his body was engaged in a bloody love scene, beyond description. If I were to describe it to you, the small child sitting with imperfectluck may have nightmares. I can however inform you that it had something to do with his right hand and his sphincter. A scrap of paper was clutched in his left hand, he held onto it even in death. Ginganinja, being the strong man he is pulled apart the dead man’s fist. Wild Eep woke up, only to faint again as LightWolf’s finger was ripped off due to ginganinja’s grip. Ginganinja handed the piece of paper to Ditto, who read it out dramatically (being a drama major and all):
Captain Bagman rips off his shirt and scales the wall. Fire Blast gasps in awe of his rippling muscles and quickly puts a hand over his crotch, running to the toilet in order to “relieve himself”. Captain Bagman severs the rope with his teeth and jumps down from the ceiling cradling the body of the deceased macle. Avoiding looking at macle’s face, whose eyes are bulging from they’re sockets and has a slightly blue tinge, Captain Bagman searches his body. He finds a small scrap of paper folded into his upper shirt pocket. Macle, as beautiful as ever seems to let out a sigh of relief when the slip is taken from him, however this was only due to a post-mortem seizure. Ditto snatches the piece of paper away, excited to once again be the drama queen he longs to become. He reads in a proud and slightly effeminate voice which makes the returning Fire Blast once more flee to “relieve himself” with his hand covering his crotch:
“That’s assuming he actually has a brain,” smirks LifeAdmiral.
Growing tired of the inane dribble coming out of everyone’s mouths imperfectluck takes the stand. “We must avenge the deaths of our brothers let us have a vote!” His rage is clearly visibly in his eyes, his mouth forming a thin line of anger. “Let us vote at once, we will kill the one who did this.”
He pauses for effect, and raises his eyes to look out at the crowd. His jaw drops and his eyes open as far as they can, which isn’t very far. You all spin around and see what he has seen. Plastered across the back wall of the theatre, about 2 metres off the ground is the remains of a body. Suddenly, it falls off the wall. “I know who this is,” claimed Quagsires, “it is LifeAdmiral! He must have been killed while imperfectluck was giving his speech!”
A piece of paper had been slotted into a hole in his skull, for the rest of his body had been blown apart. Ditto grasped it with a smile of pure ecstasy on his face. He cleared his throat and read:
Suddenly a voice shouts from nowhere:
“Who cares about worshipping imperfectluck?” Says Crux in response to what seemed to be ginganinja’s announcement. “The Kiwis are going to get smashed by Australia in the world cup anyway.”
In this ruckus you also notice that masterful has gone missing, you don't know where though. Additionally Daenym has returned.
Ginganinja blushes in embarrassment, for he knows this is undeniably true. Every begins to part ways once more. You will reconvene here in order to pass judgement later, but for now it is time to convene with your faction and the members of others. Strike deals and then break them, backstab your friends and your enemies because you are no longer the friendly Muppets. You are creatures capable of murder. You are creatures of the night, creatures of evil. And only the strongest will survive.
DAY 2 WILL END WEDNESDAY JULY 13TH AT 5PM EST (OR 7AM AEST FOR THOSE OF YOU IN A REAL COUNTRY AND NOT A GROUP OF STATES).
PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL ALL RESULT PMS ARE OUT!
When you finally work up the energy to get out of bed after a long night with no sleep, you look around you. There seems to be no sign of any struggle. In fact, all of the evidence of last night’s antics seems to have been erased. It is unnatural to say the least; eerie even.
Everyone gathers at the towns meeting centre for a headcount. LightWolf is missing. Suddenly you hear a groan from under a pile of props, all of which are stained red with blood. Wild Eep nears the pile and tries to pull it apart but it is sticky with someone’s blood. Wild Eep, being a faint-hearted girl faints dramatically. ginganinja rolls his eyes and pulls a body out from underneath the pile of props, ignoring the blood which stains his innocent, virginal fingers. The body had been savagely torn apart by a vicious assailant. The sight of LightWolf’s body caused even the brave Aura_Guardian to recoil in disgust and fear. LightWolf’s assailant must have had a sick sense of humour, because his body was engaged in a bloody love scene, beyond description. If I were to describe it to you, the small child sitting with imperfectluck may have nightmares. I can however inform you that it had something to do with his right hand and his sphincter. A scrap of paper was clutched in his left hand, he held onto it even in death. Ginganinja, being the strong man he is pulled apart the dead man’s fist. Wild Eep woke up, only to faint again as LightWolf’s finger was ripped off due to ginganinja’s grip. Ginganinja handed the piece of paper to Ditto, who read it out dramatically (being a drama major and all):
Another person is missing. You search the theatre but alas, you find nothing. However you can smell something disgusting. You all look at daletterel harshly. He holds up his hands, “Guys I didn’t do it this time. Suddenly Blue_Tornado signals you all over to where he stands and points histrionically up at the roof. Lightning flashes from outside the window (although there is no storm) and in this sudden display of light you see a man hanging there, having been hanged. Faecal matter drips down his leg, having lost control of his body as it convulsed when he struggled for air overnight. Daenym groans in disgust as he realises the stuff falling on his head has not been a mere roof leak, but the late macle’s last meal.
Captain Bagman rips off his shirt and scales the wall. Fire Blast gasps in awe of his rippling muscles and quickly puts a hand over his crotch, running to the toilet in order to “relieve himself”. Captain Bagman severs the rope with his teeth and jumps down from the ceiling cradling the body of the deceased macle. Avoiding looking at macle’s face, whose eyes are bulging from they’re sockets and has a slightly blue tinge, Captain Bagman searches his body. He finds a small scrap of paper folded into his upper shirt pocket. Macle, as beautiful as ever seems to let out a sigh of relief when the slip is taken from him, however this was only due to a post-mortem seizure. Ditto snatches the piece of paper away, excited to once again be the drama queen he longs to become. He reads in a proud and slightly effeminate voice which makes the returning Fire Blast once more flee to “relieve himself” with his hand covering his crotch:
Wild Eep wakes up again and begins to say something, something which was probably important. However he sees macle’s body laying before him and the best he can manage is a squeak before passing out again. “If he keeps falling like that he will suffer frontal lobe injuries,” Bob_Squob remarks.
“That’s assuming he actually has a brain,” smirks LifeAdmiral.
Growing tired of the inane dribble coming out of everyone’s mouths imperfectluck takes the stand. “We must avenge the deaths of our brothers let us have a vote!” His rage is clearly visibly in his eyes, his mouth forming a thin line of anger. “Let us vote at once, we will kill the one who did this.”
He pauses for effect, and raises his eyes to look out at the crowd. His jaw drops and his eyes open as far as they can, which isn’t very far. You all spin around and see what he has seen. Plastered across the back wall of the theatre, about 2 metres off the ground is the remains of a body. Suddenly, it falls off the wall. “I know who this is,” claimed Quagsires, “it is LifeAdmiral! He must have been killed while imperfectluck was giving his speech!”
A piece of paper had been slotted into a hole in his skull, for the rest of his body had been blown apart. Ditto grasped it with a smile of pure ecstasy on his face. He cleared his throat and read:
Someone says something but all you could catch is something about worshipping. Who would want to worship anyone at a time like this you think to yourself. You all begin to part ways, some groups being noticeably shorter than they had started out as. “Thank God I’m not a Muppet Labs member,” someone says, and you can’t help but agree with them.
Suddenly a voice shouts from nowhere:
You all look around, mildly confused and awestruck by that annoying New Zealand accent. Suddenly Aura_Guardian gets down on his knees and also shouts, “I WORSHIP IMPERFECTLUCK!”
“Who cares about worshipping imperfectluck?” Says Crux in response to what seemed to be ginganinja’s announcement. “The Kiwis are going to get smashed by Australia in the world cup anyway.”
In this ruckus you also notice that masterful has gone missing, you don't know where though. Additionally Daenym has returned.
Ginganinja blushes in embarrassment, for he knows this is undeniably true. Every begins to part ways once more. You will reconvene here in order to pass judgement later, but for now it is time to convene with your faction and the members of others. Strike deals and then break them, backstab your friends and your enemies because you are no longer the friendly Muppets. You are creatures capable of murder. You are creatures of the night, creatures of evil. And only the strongest will survive.
DAY 2 WILL END WEDNESDAY JULY 13TH AT 5PM EST (OR 7AM AEST FOR THOSE OF YOU IN A REAL COUNTRY AND NOT A GROUP OF STATES).
PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL ALL RESULT PMS ARE OUT!
imperfectluck
Banned deucer.
lynch Quagsires
Fuck Quagsires sister
I WORSHIP IMPERFECTLUCK
I WORSHIP IMPERFECTLUCK
Vote Quagsires
it's what i've been told
it's what i've been told
imperfectluck
Banned deucer.
15:25 Quagsires I claimed I could kill, and needed certain people dead
15:25 imperfectluck around this mafia part of town, that's called being a wolf
you said it yourself
15:25 imperfectluck around this mafia part of town, that's called being a wolf
you said it yourself
Lynch Quagsires
Lynch Quagsires.