With lack dead the town was confused. Confused and bewildered they took a wild guess and lynched a nice person who was only trying to use his power to help everyone dustn64.2(forensic investigator(twill)PPD=30))
And now the mafia are closer than ever to winning. Conquer club is despairing. If you have a night action use it. Conquer club will perish if you sit back and do nothing. Make a risk!
Send in your night actions!
AK_iceman was pissed. Lackattack was dead. And Conquer Club was going to fall. Over his dead body he thought. He went to action, left caution and reason behind and gave in to anger and hate. He saw his target.
"I see you, I know you are of landgrab"
"Yeah, well bring it on!"
"Die multi!" AK shouted and pressed deleted the target's posts. The PPD instantly went down.
"Is that all?" asked the landgrab multi. "Too bad" and carried out the kill cena-rules(AK_iceman(reductor of PPD)PPD=25) is dead.
And through his valiant death does conquer club still stand. It's on the verge because the PPD is exactly equal, but the conquer club members weren't going to fall just yet. They are giving landgrab one last stand.
There are now 6 players alive and it takes 4 to lynch! Be careful this is the nearly the endgame for the PPD is exactly equal!
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our scummy dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest landgrab.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in landgrab, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for mr. i, landgrab, and the scum!'
darvlay wrote:Get over it, people. It's just a crazy lookin' bear ejaculating into the waiting maw of an eager fox. Nothing more.