Rockstar III: And Bon Scott Did Looketh Down Upon Us and Command "Let There Be Rock"

[Raistlin1040]

At the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada

Dude, this is so freaking sweet!
What?
You would not BELIEVE what just happened!
What?
Going to BLOW YOUR MIND!
Get on with it!
Alright, alright. So, I was looking at the list of who checked in this morning. Remember the other day, when there was that thing on the news about The All-Rock Tour coming in?
Yeah.
Right, so this morning, I got a call when I was manning the desk counter. This tour promoter wants to book Aerosmith, The Beatles, The Doors, and Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars to play here, at The Joint, last show of the tour. And, since it's a hotel y'know, they're going to be STAYING here.
Dude. You are NOT serious.
No man, I totally am.
No, you can't be. I looked at the guest list an hour ago, they're not here.
Dude, DUH! You can't check people that famous into a hotel under their real names. That'd be stupid. They're all under their false names and identities and stuff.
Are you serious? Not screwing me?
No man, it's totally legitimate. For real.

Raistlin and Dirk's conversation was interrupted by a tall man in a business suit striding up to the dest, and lightly placing a finger on the bell.

Welcome to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, how can I help you?
I'd like to see the guest list.
I'm sorry sir, that information is not released to the public.The man paused.
Fine. Here's my card. He took out a blank business card and handed it to Dirk.
Hey, what's the deal, this card is- BOOM. The tiny card exploded loudly, throwing Dirk and Raistlin back into a wall, dead on the spot. The man in the suit hastily hopped the counter and grabbed the guest list. He frowned.
Damn. They're under pseudonyms... Looking around warily, he quickly boarded up the hotel door, pulling out a cellphone and shouting instructions into it. The intercom over the hotel begins to speak.

Attention rockstars. As of this moment, you are captives in this hotel. You're safe for now, with all your false names, but rest assured, we WILL find you. And when that happens, we WILL have another Thriller, damnit!

This is Sheldon Stevens, of Channel Five News. The All-Rock Tour, co-headlined by Aerosmith, The Beatles, The Doors, and Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars has been halted. The musicians are trapped inside the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, with no forseeable escape. Rumor has it that they're being held captive by record executives, who want to extort the artists for cash. This is Sheldon Stevens, signing off.

Raistlin and Dirk Kris were killed. They were the Narrators. Day 1 begins, and will end in approximately 48 hours.

The Rules of RAWK
First off, the roles.

Band Members: Rather than Masons and Villagers, Rockstar plays with Bands, a sort of combination. Each Band Member will be assigned a Name and a Band, but not start off knowing any other band members. Rockstar.

Band Leader: Band Leaders are the de facto leaders of their Band. They will also be given a Name and Band. Each night, a Band Leader has a recruitment ability. If they recruit someone who is a member of their Band, the two are introduced, and become Masons, in effect. Here's an example.

Player A is Mick Jagger, leader of the Rolling Stones, Player B is Ronnie Wood, Rolling Stones Member, and Player C is Robert Smith, Leader of The Cure. At night, Players A and C have their Night recruitment ability. Both players try to recruit B. As a Rolling Stone, Player A's recruitment suceeds, and both A and B are sent a PM telling them who each other is. Player C's recruitment fails and he is sent back a PM stating that it failed. Rockstar.

Jimi Hendrix (Seer): Jimi Hendrix, Rock Immortal, is the game's Seer. Each Night, he can consult with the Rock Gods to determine the role of another player in the mighty cosmic Purple Haze of the world...Or something like that. He will be given the player's Role, but NOT a name, if they have one. Rockstar.

Serj Tankian (Baner): As the former singer for System of a Down, and co-founder of the non-profit organization Axis of Justice, Serj Tankian is well verse din how to get around greedy corporate Execs. Each night, he can protect one player from being killed. Rockstar.

The Dating Fans (Lovers): Poor Dating Fans. Just a pair of 20somethings who came to a rock concert together on a date, they find themselves mixed up in the madness that followed. They begin the game knowing each other, but one dies, so does the other. Rockstar.

The Roadie (Fool): The Roadie has been with Jimi since day one, fixing his guitars, hauling his amps, and driving the tour bus when the driver was passed out in a hotel room somewhere. Jimi gave him a few lessons one day, and the Roadie earned a shred of skill. Unfortunately, it all went to his head, and he decieved himself into thinking HE was the legendary Jimi Hendrix. He gets a scry each night, but the results are random. If he scries Jimi, he will see him as the Roadie. Rockstar.

Execs (Wolves): The Execs have no souls. Determined to ruin the world of music by putting out generic, boring albums, they are the bane of all that is artistic. Each night the Execs will reach a consensus and send the narrators a PM detailing who they want to kill (Read: Kidnap, and force to make horrible pop albums until they're crazy, and have lost all talent). Exec.

Sell-Out (Devil): The Sell-Out was in a popular 80s glam band back in the day, but since then, he's cut his hair, wiped off his makeup, and traded in his platform boots and leather for a suit and tie, in exchange for the big bucks at the corporation. Still, he's not stupid, and his key knowledge of the music industry gives him an edge as an Exec. Every night, he can use a bit of his smarts to figure out another player's role. Exec.

NOTE: If you find other members of your band, you are not allowed to reveal that you share a band in the game thread. Saying "I won't point at X because he's in my band" will get both of you killed by the Narrators. Don't do it please.

Win Conditions: The Rockstars win if all the Execs, including the Sell-Out are killed. The Execs win if their numbers, including the Sell-Out, equal the number of Rockstars.

Autolynches: I don't do them. I don't enjoy making lists of who's voted and who hasn't, so it's most likely they won't happen. If I can work something out with a Co-Narrator, it's possible they will happen, and I will inform you guys in the game thread. Either way, PLEASE only sign up if you actually intend to play.

As per most WereWolf games, days will last about 48 hours, and nights will last around 24 hours.

Player List (28 Players){table=head]Player|Role|Band|Died
Aemoh
Blue Umbrella
Catseye2121
Dallas-Dakota|Exec||Day 3
Dr. Bath
Emperor Demonking
FF Fanboy|Joey Kramer|Aerosmith|Night 1
GAThraawn
Hap Hazard
Happyturtle
Helgraf|David Bowie|Ziggy Stardust/Spiders from Mars|Night 4
Iceddragons
Jontom Xire|Steven Tyler|Aerosmith|Night 6
Korias|George Harrison|The Beatles|Day 4
Lamech
Lex-Kat|Ringo Starr|The Beatles|Day 5
Mordokai|Ray Manzarek|The Doors|Day 2
Murska
Mustiado
Noir Cat|Joe Perry|Aerosmith|Night 2
RabbitHoleLost
Reinholdt
Shadow
Shadowcaller|Exec||Day 6
TwoBitWriter
Uncle Festy
Vampiric|John Densmore|The Doors|Day 1
Zar Peter|Jim Morrison|The Doors|Night 5[/table]

[Raistlin1040]

(Psst! Here's the thread!)

[Murska]

I am a psychic! I knew it!

...no, having Alarra on my MSN didn't have anything to do with it. >.>

[Boo]

Wait, but if the narrators are dead, then how are we going to be able to switch day phases? :smalleek: We're trapped on day one!

Anyway, I point at Murska for claiming to be a psychic with Alarra on his msn. We all have Alarra on our msn! :smalltongue:

Wait, no... How long has it been since Shadow was killed day one? :smallamused:

[Shadow]

Wait, no... How long has it been since Shadow was killed day one? :smallamused:

Actually Blue Umbrella, it's never happened before. Mainly because anyone that attempts to kill a good analyst this early... well... leave 'em to hang.

[Noir_Cat]

Rai, are you prejudice against talking Kitties? Mordy is.

Pointing at Dr. Bath because I wasn't able to do so on the LOTR thread.

Oh, yeah. Yay! Now we don't have to worry about entertaining the mob!

[happyturtle]

This dumb blonde (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DyuYEuzY224) points at Vampiric.

http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/the-blender/files/2008/06/dolly.jpg

[Vampiric]

Well that's not very fair.

/me blasts out a couple of riffs that knock Dolly (Happyturtle) senseless

[Jontom Xire]

I point at Murska because it's almost a tradition.

Also, please wonderful narrators, could we have the player list in alphabetical order, please. It helps with spreadsheeting and trying to figure out who's playing.

Thanks.

====

Jontom Xire walks into the lobby. Errr, hey man, I'm looking for the bar. Is it this way? I don't know why I even bother. I'm gambling that my fellow band members are smart enough to spot the clue and the execs are too stupid to. This could get me killed.

[Lamech]

Vampiric I never bother with any thought on the first day.

[Fan]

Vampiric LIVE FOR THE LYNCH MOB!

[happyturtle]

I point at Murska because it's almost a tradition.

Also, please wonderful narrators, could we have the player list in alphabetical order, please. It helps with spreadsheeting and trying to figure out who's playing.

Thanks.

If you're using Google spreadsheets, hover over the column heading and click on the little arrow that appears next to 'sort'.

If you're using Excel, choose Data > Sort.

Incidentally, you can do this for any column at any time, and it keeps all the data together. For example, you can sort the column for day 1 points, and all the people voted for will go in alphabetical order, making for easy counting. Then when you're done, sort by the main list of names to put it back in order.

(Anyone who has spreadsheet questions, feel free to PM or IM me. I am some sort of incredibly nerdy spreadsheet goddess.)

[TwoBitWriter]

I don't join bandwagons often, but I'm going for Vampiric.

[Murska]

Er. Why is everyone ganking Vampiric now?

I don't like it. Jontom Xire.

[Jontom Xire]

I don't join bandwagons often, but I'm going for Vampiric.

Hmm, behaving differently to usual? TwoBitWriter must be an exec! Particularly since he says he doesn't join bandwagons often, but then joins on day one when there is least possible reason for there to be a bandwagon.

[TwoBitWriter]

I only joined the bandwagon because Happyturtle said she was proud to have started one. :smallwink: And, you know, I have to go with whatever she says. :smalltongue:

[Vampiric]

Hmm, behaving differently to usual? TwoBitWriter must be an exec! Particularly since he says he doesn't join bandwagons often, but then joins on day one when there is least possible reason for there to be a bandwagon.

*coughcough*crossoutyourpoint*coughcough*

:smalltongue:

I think Two-Bit Writer is a better prospect. I mean, I haven't even checked in properly, yet! And then there's the gig this evening, man. Come on, you can't deny me 1 gig, surely?

[Dallas-Dakota]

This dumb blonde (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DyuYEuzY224) points at Vampiric.

http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/the-blender/files/2008/06/dolly.jpg
Dallas(:smallsigh: How fake can you make names?:smalltongue:) mistakes the dumb blonde for a groupie and points at her, Happyturtle and whispers. Is....Is that a disguised groupie?

[Jontom Xire]

*coughcough*crossoutyourpoint*coughcough*


I did cross it out. Just as fast as this horrendously slow site would let me!

[Boo]

Actually Blue Umbrella, it's never happened before. Mainly because anyone that attempts to kill a good analyst this early... well... leave 'em to hang.

So how many times should you have been left to hang?

[Emperor Demonking]

FFF, Bandwagoning.

[Helgraf]

EDK - trying to derail a bandwagon by trying to lynch a bandwagoner, therefore must be an exec trying to save one of his own.

Ah-yep, that there be irrefutable logic, just like my Uncle Silas taught me back in the day.

[Dr. Bath]

"Get a move on! (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=MS_CLIF1h-o)" Mr. Scruff watch in irritation as the porter ever so slowly brings Mr. Scruff's crates of tea up to his room. He sips from his teacup and looks over at FFF, the shouty one in the middle of the hall. He sighs and put on some headphones to drown out the yelling.

[Mordokai]

I'll point at RabbitHoleLost, just for the fun of it :smallbiggrin:

[Mustiado]

I'm pointing at Happyturtle simply because she has the audacity to call Dolly Parton a dumb blonde. She's one of the sweetest ladies alive, even if her theme park does suck.

[Zar Peter]

Blue Umbrella, it's not day three!

[happyturtle]

I'm pointing at Happyturtle simply because she has the audacity to call Dolly Parton a dumb blonde. She's one of the sweetest ladies alive, even if her theme park does suck.

What?! :smalleek:

I would never ever ever disparage my beloved Dolly! I was quoting the lady herself!

Don't try to cry your way out of this
Don't try to lie or I'll catch you in it
Don't try to make me feel sorry for you
Just because I'm blonde
Don't think I'm dumb
Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool

When you left you thought I'd sit
An' you thought I'd wait
An' you thought I'd cry
You called me a dumb blonde
Ah, but somehow I lived through it
And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned
Blondes have more fun

You flew too high up off the ground
It's stormy wheater an' had to come back down
But I've found new thread for my old spool
Just because I'm blonde
Don't think I'm dumb
Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool

When you left you thought I'd sit
An' you thought I'd wait
An' you thought I'd cry
You called me a dumb blonde
Ah, but somehow I lived through it
And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned
Blondes have more fun

You flew too high up off the ground
It's stormy wheater an' had to come back down
But I've found new thread for my old spool
Just because I'm blonde
Don't think I'm dumb
Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool

If you want to point at me, at least find a better reason. I <3 Dolly!

[Boo]

Blue Umbrella, it's not day three!

I'm not using the rule that shall not be named.

[Reinholdt]

^ I am. It's called the Murska Constant. It says he's always a wolf. Which is a time tested proven fact/rule. It's infallible. Infallible I say!

I was actually going to give Rabbit a hello point, but Mord beat me to it and I don't want to start a bandwagon against her. Today anyways. :smalltongue:

[Lex-Kat]

Mordokai. :smalltongue:

[Fan]

Adam Gointer walks out of his room, and into the hall to buy some coffee looking disdainfully at Vampiric who just stole the last packet of artifical creamer. :smallannoyed:

[happyturtle]

Psst... Fan, you already pointed at Vampiric. Remember?

[Fan]

Psst... Fan, you already pointed at Vampiric. Remember?

Changing mah point at the speed my life allowed me to Happy.:smalltongue:

[Lamech]

Narrators:Can I just assume people are not allowed to start asking for their names to find our rockband? Because if we can I have some stunts to pull...

[Aemoh]

*keeps up his promise*

*points at Murska*

Though, despite not getting to lynch you day 1 yet, I think I'll stop now since I really don't care anymore :smalltongue:

[Raistlin1040]

Narrators:Can I just assume people are not allowed to start asking for their names to find our rockband? Because if we can I have some stunts to pull...

Yeah no. It's in the rules, don't give out your name, don't ask for others. It's cheating.

[Uncle Festy]

I point at the person above –
Oh darn, that doesn't work.
Ok, then I point at Aemoh.

[RabbitHoleLost]

She was tired. Tired, and grumpy, and it wasn't just because the concert with all of her favorite bands ever was canceled.
She was stuck in a hotel, with a bunch of scary people she didn't actually know. Who knew how long this could take?
There were classes to go to, dammit!

Opening the door, Rabbit glanced out, and jabbed a finger at Fan.
"You. Do you know what's going on?"

[Noir_Cat]

((Assuming that Raistlin isn't prejudiced against talking Kitties in here, unlike some other people one could mention *coughmordycough*))

A floating grin appears in the lobby. Annoying, ****-eating grin that shows many, many white teeth. You know the one. It's that grin that makes everyone sigh and cry for aspirin (or tylonel, or ibuprofen, somesuch).

*singing* 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe."

[Uncle Festy]

((Assuming that Raistlin isn't prejudiced against talking Kitties in here, unlike some other people one could mention *coughmordycough*))

*coughthat'sbeentheresincespytraponeandwaswrittenb yjontom*
Cough.
:smalltongue:

[RabbitHoleLost]

Talking Cats do not belong in my wars, kthnx, Noir :smalltongue:

[Noir_Cat]

I was just poking Mordokai...

I love you, Rabbit!!

[Shadow]

EDK - trying to derail a bandwagon by trying to lynch a bandwagoner, therefore must be an exec trying to save one of his own.

Ah-yep, that there be irrefutable logic, just like my Uncle Silas taught me back in the day.

Uncle Silas, ya say? I has me-self an Uncle Silas as well, mate!
You wouldn't 'appen to be from London, would'jya?

Hey, thats far out so you heard him too!

[hap_hazard]

Noir_Cat. -fill-

[happyturtle]

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/werewolf/DOLLY_PARTON19.jpg

Rawk is like a butterfly, (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=zglPJcIrQNw&feature=related) as soft and gentle as a sigh. The multi-colored moods of rawk are like its satin wings.

EDIT: Fellow spreadsheet nerds can download a rockstar spreadsheet template from google docs here. (http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=pUDjRVseS6O8FrDE7BCsQBQ) Or if you want the Excel version with the nifty drop down voting boxes, PM or IM me. This offer is for a limited time only and likely to be withdrawn without warning. :smalltongue:

[Hyozo]

I think I'll point at Jontom Xire today.

[TFT]

Woo

FFF
(FF Fanboy)

[Raistlin1040]

Fan and Vampiric both had four votes, but Vampiric reached his numbers first, therefor, he is the one who dies.

The sun begins to set outside of the Vegas Hotel that acts as the prison of the Rockstars. Frenzied pointing was viewed often, confused musicians pointing randomly amidst the confusion. However, when the day was offically over, there remained two candidates for execution. Fanboy and Vampiric were dragged up to the front desk, the corpses of Raistlin and Dirk still lying on the floor behind the chair. Fan struggled against his captors, and eventually broke free, running down the hall and jumping into his hotel room, slamming the door shut. I'm innocent, don't kill me! He yelled, locking the door from the inside. Attention turned to Vampiric. Still, when faced with the actual taking of life, the Rockstars were hesitant.

Can't we just...lock him up until the end? Yeah I don't want to kill him. Me either. Vampiric began to look somewhat relieved, when a door flew off its hinges across the hall, and a large figure strode out. Standing at almost six foot six, with bulging muscles, a black mask over his face, and a guitar in the shape of an axe hanging loosely from a strap on his shoulder, he was unmistakable. The Executioner.

You can't spare him. To spare an accused is to die. I've seen the likes of us attacked twice before, by Hicks and Rappers. If this...Vampiric...is an Executive, he must be killed. With a mighty display of strength, he lifted the guitar, slamming it to the ground next to him. Bring him here. Vampiric paled as he was lifted off his feet and thrown in the direction of The Executioner. The Executioner swung his guitar back and brought it down. Vampiric reached into his pockets, pulling out a pair of drumsticks to defend, but they were easily broken, and the guitar slammed into his chest, killing him instantly. The Executioner frowned, putting a hand inside the body's coat. He pulled out a receipt for a drum kit. Mod Orange, Ludwig. He stated, sadly. His face seemed to sag despite being covered by a mask. What does that mean? John Densmore, Drummer for The Doors. He frequently played the rare Mod Orange Ludwig drum set from 1967 to 1971. He answered, turning and leaving back to his room, leaving the rest of the Rockstars to grieve and fear for their lives.

Vampiric, John Densmore of The Doors, was lynched. Please send all night actions to Dirk Kris and myself. Night begins and will end in 24 hours.

[happyturtle]

Dolly Parton looks stricken, as she had been the first one to point at John Densmore.

After a moment, she picks up her guitar and starts to sing (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ALp39fFc-Bs).

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/werewolf/halos2_640.jpg

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed
And our spirit shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

In the sweet by and by
In the sweet by and by, ohh

[Fan]

Adam Goniter lights a candle in memory of a good man gone. tis a pity that such a good man should die, but sacrifices of the few must be made for the many to insure that the future of Rock be safely insured against the execs, and to prevent us all from becoming like the sell out.

[Lex-Kat]

Michael Jackson moonwalks into the room, sees, John, then begins to cry. Hee Hee. He walks sadly away.

http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq237/Lex-kat/0000138178-19918T.jpg

[Noir_Cat]

"Second Chorus!: 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves "

[RabbitHoleLost]

"..." Rabbit stared at the Cheshire cat. The talking Cheshire cat.
"Had to have been bad acid. I'mma kill that guy when I get my hands on him.."

[Helgraf]

Mr. Tall 'n Gangly strolled through, looking at the Cheshire with the expression of one long since bored of the things he sees on acid trips.

"Scat, Cat, you're not where it's at."

He looked at Rabbit a moment, one hand rising to stroke his chin.

"You remind me of a babe," he said, leaving the thought hanging as he continued to wander on his way.

[Raistlin1040]

Under the cover of night, a shadowy figure talks to Fanboy.

Listen, if we're going to do this, I want a tour bus. All mine. Done. No reunion tour crap either. No Brad, Tom, Joe, and especially no ****ing Steven Tyler. Done. I want my drum riser to move, like Peter Criss'. Mr. Kramer, these demands can be better discussed somewhere more hidden, don't you agree? Fan frowned, and slowly nodded. He followed the shadowy figure into a dark room and shut the door. I mean, I don't understand it. Walk This Way? That beginning is all mine, the drum beat sets the tone. Pandora's Box, I wrote that thing! It's not fair. Joe and Steven get all the attention, and Brad and Tom at least get to be out there. I'm stuck behind my kit, nobody even knows who I am! The shadowy man nodded.

We understand Mr. Kramer. And we respect you. Think about it, you can have your own supergroup. We'll get Pete Wentz to be your bassist. Fan's eyes sparkled. Great. Where do I sign? Suddenly, the room was filled with the men, hiding in the dark. They began throwing papers at Fan. Right here, here, here, initials, here, here, social security here, unrestricted access to your personal life here and here... The man droned on, and Fan crumpled under the weight of the papers. Wait no, this isn't what I wanted! He said, the papers nicking his skin, forming little cuts. Mr. Kramer, you absurd fool. We wouldn't ACTUALLY build a supergroup around you, that's ridiculous. You're just a drummer. The man laughed without emotion as the papers continued to fall on Fan, cutting him up, until he eventually succumbed to death by paper cuts. A stapler was used to staple the contract to his chest. The door opened and he was thrown out of the room and into the lobby.

The next morning, all the Rockstars wake up, and look outside. Fan sits there, dead, a page bearing his name stapled to him. Also, simply for the narrator's amusement, there is a bit at the bottom of the page that reads "His death was definately not up to 11."

FF Fanboy, Joey Kramer of Aerosmith, was killed. Somewhere, all the dead drummers from Spinal Tap are laughing. Day Begins, and will end in approximately 48 hours.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"What bab-ooo, a dead body!" Rabbit moved to snatch the nearest passer-by, Mordokai, and jabbed a finger in the direction of Fan's shredded body.

[Boo]

EDK, because he's being a baaaaaaaad narrator in Batman. That thing you call 'Real Life' doesn't exist, so no excuses!

[Reinholdt]

((Hilarious Raist. :smallbiggrin: Loved it.))

The sound techie walked out. It was kind of nice not having to fiddle with the controls constantly from performances, but he knew the bands would start playing or practicing or some such anyways.

And some screaming fangirls always wanted to mess with the settings. As if his job wasn't tough enough without people like RabbitHoleLost poking around and resetting all his hard work. He sighed. Better keep an eye on the equipment today. Just in case the hotel patrons got restless.

((Hello point that I couldn't do yesterday.))

[Noir_Cat]

((just a bit of info that should be out there, the Cheshire Cat is a halucination. And so, anyone that can see/hear him is..well...I think it should be obvious. It will be Woodstock all over again :smallamused:))

"Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club?" the Cat asks to anyone that might be listening, perched on BlueUmbrella's EDK's head.

[Lex-Kat]

Michael, spins, stops and bounces up onto his toes. Ooh!! He points at Aemoh and smiles. Then moonwalks away, with a wink.

[Jontom Xire]

I point at Reinholdt for undisclosed reasons that aren't very reasonable, but are the best I have.

=== EDIT ===

Based on number of players and that last narration, I'm guessing 5 members per band, and 4 execs not including the devil.

Just in case the info is useful to anyone.

[happyturtle]

Dolly walks out to see Joey Kramer's body lying there. "Those execs," she spits. "They're snakes. I don't like snakes. (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4lYdD9DdLNY)"

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/werewolf/dollyparton53-x600.jpg

Since she doesn't see the hallucination of Noir_Cat, she walks right through it.

[GAThraawn]

Well, I thought Two-Bit writer was suspicious yesterday, so I'm sticking to that.

[Mordokai]

And I'll be pointing at happyturtle today. Dolly Parton... *shudders*

The author of this post is in no way opposed to Ms. Parton or her music. He just needed a lame excuse to point at happyturtle and couldn't think of anything better :smallbiggrin:

[TwoBitWriter]

Alvin St. Vincent, aka "Grazz", your typical upper middle-class wannabe punker, steps out into the lobby.

He is tall, thin, and covered in piercings and tattoos, but still his wannabe-ness still comes out in small details like his ability to identify which fork to use when, and his oddly extensive knowledge of French cuisine.

"I got about two thousand friends on Facebook, I'm a bit of a big deal there. My band, Stinky Cheese Fist is all over Youtube, getting about a hundred hits a day."

He looks over at Mordokai. "I'm sure that posers like you wouldn't understand though..."

"Grazz" goes over to the hors d'oeuvres tray. "You call these little crusts of baby puke, Quiche?!?!"

[Dallas-Dakota]

TwoBitWriter, because 'extensive knowledge of French cousine' sounds awfully threatening.

[Shadowcaller]

Blue Umbrella.
Becuase Emperor Demonking always die to soon in these games and I don't see anything suspicious about him so voting for him or shadow for that matter is a easy to follow bandwagon.

[Zar Peter]

Well, when Dolly Parton points at Noir Cat I'll do it, too.

[Helgraf]

Noir_Cat

Cheshire baby's got to go take a slide
take a magic carpet ride

Chummin' with the Caterpillar and March Hare
In wonderland without a care.

[Noir_Cat]

A bandwagon against me? Whatever did I do to you?:smallfrown:

:smallcool:Surely this means that you all think I am a threat to you. Yes, my plan is work---I mean, me? A threat to you? Why, the concept if laughable at best!

[happyturtle]

Changes point to Zar Peter for following me.

Creepy stalker! :smalltongue:

[Mordokai]

I can't let a newcomer to WWs get lynched just like that :smallsmile: At least let her get some feeling before you lynch her. And she just died in LOTR. It feels wrong, you know.

Changing point to Mordokai.

[TwoBitWriter]

I can't let a newcomer to WWs get lynched just like that :smallsmile: At least let her get some feeling before you lynch her. And she just died in LOTR. It feels wrong, you know.

Changing point to Mordokai.

How noble of you. Surely there is hope for the future. :smallwink:

[Mordokai]

There isn't. I'm just a fool with a soft heart for newbies. That's why I don't point at you.

[Lex-Kat]

Well, I didn't want to point at you Mordokai, but since it's for a good cause...

[Zar Peter]

Hmm... I've the feeling I'm so long here, everyone is a newbie. Well, than I point at the Mordokai, too.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Welp, if Mordokai is protecting mah other kitty, then I point at HappyTurtle for having started the pointing at her.

[Lamech]

lamech wanders in holding a paper bag...
Gosh ish morning alreadly?... aww... anyone have extra clothesh that crappy beer made me vomit. Wait I hash an idea *hic* anyonne... anyone...
....got a gun?
Nooesh, thash not right...
*Wham*, lamech falls over...

___
Mordokai if your volunteering...

[Shadow]

*point at Reinholdt

[Dr. Bath]

Blue Umbrella

@v Oy! :smalltongue:

[Dallas-Dakota]

Hmm... I've the feeling I'm so long here, everyone is a newbie. Well, than I point at the Mordokai, too.
Y'know, Shadow is in this game.
As is Jontom(who has his fair share of experience with WW games) and Korias(even though he's not been in any recently, he also has had his fair share, if memory serves me correctly)

[Aemoh]

*shrugs*

*points at the person above, dallas-dakota*

[Hyozo]

I don't feel like following the volunteer bandwagon, so I'll point at Happyturtle instead.

[Uncle Festy]

So, apparently I haven't pointed.
Iceddragons, I'm watching you.
Because you posted above me.

[TFT]

Aemoh

That is all.

[Raistlin1040]

It's technically nighttime, but I gotta jet. I'll do it tomorrow morning, soon as possible.

[Raistlin1040]

After a crazy day of random pointing, retracting, and then pointing again, a consensus has been reached. Mordokai is to be killed. He is dragged up to the center of the lobby where The Executioner waits. Mordokai stands still with his head bowed respectfully as the audience hurls verbal abuse at him. This is for John! This is for Joey! This is for The Rolling Stones! ...Dude, what the hell? The Stones aren't dead yet. ...Seriously? Yeah. Oh. The Executioner quiets the crowd and looks to Mordokai. Do you have any last words? Mordokai thinks for a moment.

I do. I would like to take the opportunity to say thank you to you all, for choosing me over the cat. She's young, she still needs time to grow and it is an honor to die in her stead. I am ready, Executioner. The Executioner blinks. Not being a partaker in LSD, he has no idea what cat Mordokai is talking about. Still, he raises his guitar-axe. You are a noble one Mordokai. I will make this as painless as I can, to set my mind at ease. Should you be an Exec however, I will desecrate your corpse a thousand times over. With that, he takes the blade, and deftly stabs Mordokai in the chest. Mordokai crumples instantly, dead as soon as the blade pierced his caring heart. The Executioner bends down, rifling through Mordokai's things. He pulls out a book and throws it on the floor, shaking his head in disappointment as he leaves. The book is Light My Fire: My Life With The Doors by Ray Manzarek. The inside cover has "To _____, hope you enjoy the book -Ray" written inside.

Mordokai, Ray Manzarek of The Doors, was lynched. Night begins, and will end in about 24 hours.

[happyturtle]

Dolly :smalleek:'s at the death of Ray Manzarek. Right through the chest? She creeps back to her room and checks to make sure her insurance policy was still valid. She sighs in relief as she sees that it is. Yes, £350,000 (http://www.virginmedia.com/money/features/celebrity-body-parts-insurance.php?ssid=10) in the event of any damage to her breasts.

http://www.virginmedia.com/images/dolly-parton-insurance-431.jpg

Relieved, she returns to sing a song (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1LTLKq9WwwM) in honour of Ray's sacrifice.

[Raistlin1040]

In the midnight hour, when all but the Execs are fast asleep, one Rockstar is not. Sitting alone, Noir Cat plays a guitar along to a tape recording of drums. Together, they form the bare bones of Sunshine (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k775maeCoU4). After completing the song, Noir sets down the guitar, a Joe Perry Boneyard Les Paul. What are we going to do without Joey... The Cat says quietly to himself. I hope Steven and Tom and Brad are okay. He says, standing up and yawning. He opens up the mini fridge to grab a beer, and is blown back into a wall as the fridge explodes.

What the hell? The Cat says, standing up and brushing himself off, feeling blood dripping from the back of his head. He grabs his guitar and looks around. CRASH! The window to the room shatters and a group of Execs are standing in their dark suits, though they have no faces. You again. The Cat says, practically spitting the words. Hello Mr. Perry. We'd like to talk to you about a...project of sorts. No. I don't want any of your corporate bull. Get out. The head Exec sighs. That's unfortunate Mr. Perry. We want you to sign with us so very badly. As a member of Aerosmith, your name would be all we needed. The Cat throws his guitar at them and ducks down to grab something under the bed. Obviously you don't know much about Aerosmith. We like guns. A lot. He says, pulling out a pistol and standing up, taking a shot. One of the Execs is hit in the shoulder and his hand goes to the wound. If he had a face, it would be contorted in pain. The head Exec pulls out a rope and tied it into a loop and threw it at The Cat, trapping him. We call this a loop hole. He quips turning and throwing the captured Rockstar out the window. The Cat falls three stories, and lies, unmoving, on the pavement. Someone put him in the lobby.

In the morning, Noir Cat is found in the lobby. His room key is found in his pocket, and a search reveals him as Joe Perry.

Noir Cat, Joe Perry of Aerosmith, was killed. Day begins, and will end in approximately 48 hours.

[Noir_Cat]

This disturbing. Especially since I am a girl, and Rai knows this.

And as much as I love Mordy for sacrificing himself to keep me in the game, I fear that his involvement and turning out to be a Rockstar may have caused an Exec to night kill me.

[RabbitHoleLost]

You're not a girl! You're...were...Joe Perry!
Who is def a man!Yes, very much a man >>
Also, I guess you really are a hallucination now, aren't you? :smallwink:

Anyways, its pointin' time, ain't it?
Aemoh

[Raistlin1040]

((just a bit of info that should be out there, the Cheshire Cat is a halucination. And so, anyone that can see/hear him is..well...I think it should be obvious. It will be Woodstock all over again :smallamused:))

"Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club?" the Cat asks to anyone that might be listening, perched on BlueUmbrella's EDK's head.

Aside from the fact that Joe Perry is a man, YOU said The Cat was a boy, Noir.

[Mordokai]

This disturbing. Especially since I am a girl, and Rai knows this.

And as much as I love Mordy for sacrificing himself to keep me in the game, I fear that his involvement and turning out to be a Rockstar may have caused an Exec to night kill me.

Sorry kitty, but I can only give my life for you so many times :smalltongue: :smallfrown:

[Lex-Kat]

Michael is down in the lobby, dancing and singing Beat It (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtmHU2r-EkU). When he sees RabbitHoleLost, he smiles at her.

http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq237/Lex-kat/0000138098-19038T-2.jpg

[Aemoh]

*points at the person above, Lex-kat*

[Noir_Cat]

Aside from the fact that Joe Perry is a man, YOU said The Cat was a boy, Noir.

Apparently I did. Whoops. *ish sheepish* I did that because the Cheshire Cat in the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland has a male voice. Woot! I play an insane, male, purple kitty!

And, yes, I am a hallucination. Still sucks that I died way early. HOW COULD YOU KILL JOE PERRY, RAISTLIN!?

[Helgraf]

Lanky man shakes his head as he puts on his long jacket.

"Scat cat stomped flat. Told Perry the ferry was coming. Uncle Silas on the run. Run Silas, run."

He considers Shadow a moment. "London groove? That's an underground scene - Ares' four party girls between them had enough legs to make it work."

Not like that guy, though. ((Korias))

[Jontom Xire]

Eh? I checked the forums yesterday and didn't see the day end post at all. Not that it makes any difference in the long run.

Anyway I'm waaay too busy right now, so I'm just going to point at Reinholdt again. No particular reason.

[Raistlin1040]

Apparently I did. Whoops. *ish sheepish* I did that because the Cheshire Cat in the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland has a male voice. Woot! I play an insane, male, purple kitty!

And, yes, I am a hallucination. Still sucks that I died way early. HOW COULD YOU KILL JOE PERRY, RAISTLIN!?

It broke my heart v.v

[Zar Peter]

Pointing at Aemoh

Not in the mood for more, too many killings going on here. :smallfrown:

[Uncle Festy]

Zar Peter; no time for anything else.

[TwoBitWriter]

Grazz turns up the volume on his I-Pod nano.

"And I wanna move the town to the Clash City Rocker, you need a little jump of electrical shocker! Better leave town if you only wanna knock us, nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rocker!"

His headbanging causes him to lose his balance and he crashes into Aemoh.

"Oi! Watch where you're going, mate!" He says in the best cockney accent his New England voice can muster.

[Emperor Demonking]

Uncle Festy

* *

[Dallas-Dakota]

Zar Peter, because I never imagined him to be one to be in a band.

[Murska]

Zar Peter. I think that might even up the votes and all. :smallsmile:

[Uncle Festy]

AAAAAH! RUNAWAY BANDWAGON! RUNAWAY BANDWAGON!
… relatively speaking.
Votechange to Dallas, for pushing my vote.

[Hyozo]

Unless I am mistaken it isn't MI week Dallas.

[Zar Peter]

Votechanging to Dallas to save my ***...

[Reinholdt]

Zar Peter because I'm fond of tieing things up.

[hap_hazard]

Dallas. :smallwink:

[Shadowcaller]

hap_hazard, beacuse I know something he don't:smallsigh:.

[Uncle Festy]

hap_hazard, beacuse I know something he don't:smallsigh:.

Um, what?
A, that would be "doesn't", B, what are you talking about? If you're saying that you don't like the bandwagon he's pointing on, why not point at the opposite bandwagon (Zar, namely)? If you know something about him, why tell him that? And if you're just doing a TPAM… why not say so? And what's up with the sigh?
You, sir, have entered my suspicion books. Congratulations.

[happyturtle]

Jontom Xire. random.

[GAThraawn]

Happyturtle

Pointing at TPAM to avoid tipping bandwagons I know nothing about.

[Shadowcaller]

Um, what?
A, that would be "doesn't", B, what are you talking about? If you're saying that you don't like the bandwagon he's pointing on, why not point at the opposite bandwagon (Zar, namely)? If you know something about him, why tell him that? And if you're just doing a TPAM… why not say so? And what's up with the sigh?
You, sir, have entered my suspicion books. Congratulations.

Well since fears are over... I knew that Aemoh was not a wolf in fears but he obviously didn't:smallwink:.

[Dirk Kris]

Official notice - day will be ending in about 1 hour. All points not submitted by then will not be counted. That is all.

[Dr. Bath]

Aaah, have I voted? I don't think so!

Dallas Dakota, just because... well... not really a reason. *shrugs*

[hap_hazard]

Well since fears are over... I knew that Aemoh was not a wolf in fears but he obviously didn't:smallwink:.

*chews off Shadowcaller's head*

[Dirk Kris]

Day 3 Over. Update coming soon.

The trapped hotel guests gathered around their selected victim, Dallas-Dakota. The circle got ever tighter.
"He's behind this."
"Yeah, he killed Ray."
"And Joe Freakin' Perry!"
"He must be guilty."
Dallas backed up, holding his hands up in vain to try and defend himself. The crowd parted to make way for the executioner.
"Do you have any last words?"
Dallas put on his best fake smile. "C'mon, surely we can work something out, right?"
The executioner's axe came down. "No."
Dallas' body crumpled to the floor. The executioner bent and dug around in his pockets. Finding a business card, he snorted and tossed it back down onto the corpse.
"Dallas-Dakota: Executive Talent Finder for Big-Name Records"
"Good one, Rock Stars. And good luck tonight."
The executioner slung his guitar-axe over his shoulder and went back to...wherever he went during the day.


Dallas-Dakota was killed. He was an Exec. Night 3 begins now and ends in approximately 24 hours.

[TwoBitWriter]

"All right! Got one of them, we did!" Grazz cheers, when DD's credentials are revealed.

[Mustiado]

Rock on, although I think I had no part of that.

[Lamech]

And... I forgot to vote... and we lynched an exc... hehehe...

[Uncle Festy]

:smalleek:
… that actually worked?
FOR LOGIC! :smallbiggrin:

[Dirk Kris]

Night 3 Ends.

The Rockstars party late into the night. They got an exec today! And if they couldn't leave the hotel, well then, they were going to make the best of it.
Lots of drinks...
Unprotected sexual encounters...
Property destruction...
Finally, in the early hours of the morning, everyone slept.
When they woke a few hours later, they found...everyone. Still alive.


It seems that in the wake of the loss of one of their own, the execs have decided to lay low for a while. No one was killed.
Day 4 begins now and ends in approximately 48 hours.

[Lamech]

*Lamech wakes up from the pool of vomit*
Hey guys did I sleep for a whole day... wow need to cut down on the drinking, aww... going to get a bath. And a drink.

_____
Mustiado because I need to point, and don't want to forget. This may change, but I think it is actually, a good point... I can explain if anyone wants...

[Dr. Bath]

Hum hum hum... Oddness. Either we've got a baner aboot, or some very lazy execs. I'm guessing baner when there should still be at least 6 wolves left. I doubt that no one would send in a kill.

Hmm hmm hmm... Reinholdt. For an undisclosed reason.

@^ Please do. That's kinda how the game works. :smalltongue:

[TwoBitWriter]

Grazz shoo's away one of the housekeepers.

"Gracias, Isabel, see you later tonight?"

He spots Dr. Bath. "What can I say, mate? I like them plump housekeepers!"

[Emperor Demonking]

Aemoh

**********

[Mustiado]

I wouldn't mind you explaining, Lamech. :smalltongue:

I'll point at... hm. Lamech, why not?

[Murska]

EDIT: Meh. Emperor Demonking.

[Dallas-Dakota]

I was killed?
Drat?

Well I´m not that sad about it, considering I´m a musician IRL, a bit.
So rock on rockstars!
And yes I killed Joe Perry, that was my suggestion and my PM which did that. *flees from RHL and the others*

[happyturtle]

http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/073/479/073479b0-be8f-4617-88e2-719f4cdd05b9

"Has anyone seen Korias? It's time for some straight talk (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=vfFXDjqbo0A). I don't trust him. Where's he been hiding?"

***

It's day four and he hasn't been seen in this thread, and there's no autolynches in this game. With a missed kill last night (the narration doesn't read like a baning), I think we should look closely at the less active players. And anyway, an inactive villager isn't much use to us. :smallyuk:

[Reinholdt]

Korias cause the people who don't vote are dangerous.

[Boo]

Reinholdt, because the people who vote for the people who don't vote are even more dangerous.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt, because the people who vote for the people who don't vote are even more dangerous.

:smallconfused:
It's just like voting for someone who continually barely avoids auto-lynches and giving out information.
*shrugs*

[RabbitHoleLost]

Reinholdt, indeed.

[Mustiado]

Korias sounds good. I don't care for this random Reinholdt push.

[Uncle Festy]

Blue Umbrella, because voting for people who vote for the people who…
Ah, screw it. Blue Umbrella, because I feel like it. :smalltongue:

[TFT]

Hmmm... EDK

[Jontom Xire]

I point at Korias because non-voters don't help anyone, and while lynching an active exec is better than lynching a non-active exec, lynching a non-active rockstar is better than lynching an active rockstar. And guess which is more likely to happen with so little evidence so far. Besides we need to lynch even the non-active execs at some point.

[hap_hazard]

Korias. -fill-

[GAThraawn]

I don't always like bandwagons, but this one makes sense, I suppose.

Korias

[Helgraf]

I don't trust Korias or Reinholdt at the moment, so a vote for either one works for me.

[Lex-Kat]

RabbitHoleLost. Because I like her. :smallamused:

[Aemoh]

*points at Helgraf*

For the fun of it.

[Raistlin1040]

24 hours until the end of the day phase, due to forum death.

[Zar Peter]

Point at Korias before it crashes again

[Raistlin1040]

Unlike the other days, this day was not a hard pick. The quiet Korias was singled out for execution. Dragged into the lobby, he seemed distant and not really paying attention, as if under the influence of some drugs. Any last words? The Executioner said, his newly-sharpened axe hungry for more Exec blood. Korias said nothing, still in a haze. He began to walk away. The assembled Rockstars blinked. They might've expected begging, or crying, or blantant sprinting away, but walking slowly? What was the point of that? The Executioner seemed to be a bit confused himself. Hey, get back here so I can kill you! He commanded. Korias continued to walk down the hall, into his room.

The Executioner and the Rockstars followed him, watching. Korias stepped inside his room, getting down on his hands and knees and grabbing at something under the bed. A click was heard, a sound often heard by someone loading a gun. He's got a gun! Someone cried out. The Executioner acted quickly and brought his guitar-axe down, actually cleaving the bed in two to kill Korias. He pulled the man, still clutching a half-opened guitar case. Someone pushed Korias' limp form away and opened the guitar case. Sitting there was a psychedelically painted Fender Stratocaster with the word Bebopalula on the pickguard. Korias' blood ran down the guitar in a stream, one on each side of the strings. The Executioner paled. No...No it can't be...George Harrison...I...I'm so sorry. He grabbed his guitar and ran away, locking himself into his room.

Korias, George Harrison of The Beatles was lynched. Night begins and will end in 24 hours.

[Noir_Cat]

Rabbit will KEEL you for killing one of the Beatles. I can't remember at the moment if her least favorite was George or Paul (leaning towards Paul) (wait, yeah I really think it was Paul), but she will KEEL you nonetheless.:smallamused:
On second thought, I am almost positive that her faves were John, Ringo, and George. But she loves them all, anyway.

[Boo]

Ringo, John, George, then Paul. I'm almost positive that was the order of her favourites.

In any case: Why, oh Lord? Why did you have to take George away from us for a second time?

[RabbitHoleLost]

...
NOT COOL.
D=

Geoooooorgggeee, the prettiest of the Beatles, noooooo.
v.v

[Lex-Kat]

While my guitar gently weeps. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7qpfGVUd8c)

[Lamech]

I wouldn't mind you explaining, Lamech. :smalltongue:

I'll point at... hm. Lamech, why not?

Alright, I'll explain... you apperantly had no part of getting the wolf. That makes you slightly suspicious, but the main thing is that the execs apperantly decided not to attack. So it looks they are inactive. That would imply that people at night are innocent; except I don't think anyone could be that bad, and the narration implies that they choose not to hit. So I think this is a ploy to clear them. Which makes the people who posted that night suspicious to me...

Soo... yeah it may or may not actually make sense. In any case it kind of implicates me too... so yeah.

[happyturtle]

That makes... absolutely no sense at all.

[Raistlin1040]

Helgraf, David Bowie, Leader of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars was killed. Day begins and will end in 48 hours.

Helgraf, your death will be awesome, but I'm in the middle of doing homework, and forgot about the game. I'll do it tomorrow morning. (That means I might not get to it for forever, since I was supposed to update the player list THIS morning >.>)

[Noir_Cat]

Ringo, John, George, then Paul. I'm almost positive that was the order of her favourites.

In any case: Why, oh Lord? Why did you have to take George away from us for a second time?

No, John is her favorite. On Saturday, she said that she was going to stop lying to herself and admit that John was her favorite.

Also, why the pink umbrella, BU?

[RabbitHoleLost]

... My favorite Beatle alternates on any given day between John, Ringo, and George.
I'm fickle :smalltongue:
Is it pointin' time?

[Boo]

why the pink umbrella, BU?

I am participating in a world wide* event (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=102623)!

*world wide meaning just this forum.

And yes, Rabbs is fickle. =D She said it was Ringo a while back.

[Helgraf]

Helgraf, David Bowie, Leader of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars was killed. Day begins and will end in 48 hours.

Helgraf, your death will be awesome, but I'm in the middle of doing homework, and forgot about the game. I'll do it tomorrow morning. (That means I might not get to it for forever, since I was supposed to update the player list THIS morning >.>)

Well alright ... but until that happens, I'll use this.


JARETH: EXECS, BEWARE. I HAVE BEEN GENEROUS UP UNTIL NOW, BUT I CAN BE CRUEL.

EXECS: GENEROUS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THAT'S GENEROUS?

JARETH: EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED I HAVE DONE.
JARETH: YOU ASKED THAT THE BANDS BE ASSEMBLED. I ASSEMBLED THEM.
JARETH: YOU COWERED BEFORE ME. I \WAS\ FRIGHTENING.
JARETH: I HAVE REORDERED TIME. I HAVE TURNED THE HOTEL UPSIDE-DOWN, AND I HAVE DONE IT ALL FOR YOU!
JARETH: I AM EXHAUSED FROM LIVING UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS OF ME. ISN'T THAT GENEROUS?

EXECS: THROUGH RECORDS UNSOLD AND VIDEOS UNNUMBERED,
EXECS: I HAVE FOUGHT MY WAY HERE TO THE HOTEL BEYOND THE HARD ROCK CAFE,
EXECS: FOR MY CONTRACT IS AS STRONG AS YOURS. AND MY--

JARETH: STOP! WAIT!
JARETH: LOOK, EXECS.
JARETH: LOOK WHAT I'M OFFERING YOU-- YOUR DREAMS.

EXECS: AND CONTRACT IS GREAT.

JARETH: I ASK FOR SO LITTLE. JUST LET ME RULE YOU, AND YOU CAN HAVE EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANT.
EXECS: CONTRACT IS GREAT...
EXECS: DAMN! CAN NEVER REMEMBER THAT SUBCLAUSE.
JARETH: JUST FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY, AND I WILL BE YOUR SLAVE.

EXECS: THE CONTRACT IS GREAT. THE CONTRACT IS GREAT.

JARETH: *Begins to collapse back in on himself*

EXECS: YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME.
EXECS: YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!

JARETH: *Explodes in a cloud of doves, emerging as a single pure white owl flying into the night*

[happyturtle]

Dolly takes up her guitar and plays a song (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1LTLKq9WwwM) for David Bowie.

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/werewolf/dollyparton.jpg

[Jontom Xire]

Awesome, Helgraf. Simply awesome. Used to be one of my favourite films too.

[Dirk Kris]

The dead co-narrator plugs his ears in anticipation of RHL's impending fangirly squee.

[TwoBitWriter]

Grazz waits until Dolly Parton finishes her song and smiles. "Not bad, you got a fine voice there. I'm gonna give Bowie a requiem in my own style!"

Grazz gets some of the studio band NPC's lounging around and gets a song going. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsj2_6_z3Vo)

[Lex-Kat]

Blue Umbrella, because she's not blue.

[Boo]

Rabbit did it! :smallfrown:

Well, technically I made it, but I'm blaming Rabbs for comedic purposes.

[Dr. Bath]

I point at Reinholdt again. I don't know, I just find his survival yesterday... suspicious.

[Noir_Cat]

There are not enough words in the all the languages of the world to describe how amazing Helgraf's death was.

[happyturtle]

Catseye2121

[Aemoh]

*points at happyturtle for being above me*

[Shadow]

*points at happyturtle Aemoh for being above me*

[Reinholdt]

Catseye2121 for being to my left.

[Uncle Festy]

Lex.
Oh, and Shadow? It's Duos, not Dous. :smalltongue:

[GAThraawn]

Lexcat, for being the point of TPAM.

[Hyozo]

Dr. Bath, for not being the person above me.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Lex, for having pointed at me, like, three times in this game.
Oh, yes. I really am that petty =P

[Raistlin1040]

Ok, I can't really beat the death scene Helgraf wrote for himself, that's just awesome.

The day ends, with few points, scattered. With a paltry two votes against him, it looked as though Catseye was going to be killed. At the last moment, two spoke up against Michael Jackson (Lex), bringing his total point count up to three. The Executioner, his hands shaking, as though he hadn't gotten over George Harrison's death, though he knew he must do his job, tries to grab Michael. Michael Jackston spins on his heel and moonwalks away from The Executioner's grasp. A few others try to grab the moonwalkin' menace, but he slips out of their arms like a bar of soap. Tee hee, can't catch me! He says, spinning on his heels again and sliding backwards.

Frusterated, the mob gives chase, attempting to catch him. In a ridiculously long chase, with Michael disappearing and reappearing in Rockstar rooms, the King of Pop is finally found and apprehended, and thrown to the ground in front of The Executioner, his arms and legs bound. The Executioner, despite hating all Michael Jackson (Excluding Beat It), seems unsure of himself. A-any last word? He stutters. Michael Jackson spouts some nonsense (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyAbHdqjzW0&feature=related), and he is swiftly killed by The Executioner, who then dashes off without even waiting to see who he was.

Someone steps forwards and digs around for his room key. However, upon opening his room, it DOES seem like it was actually Michael Jackson, which doesn't make since, as he definately wasn't on the All-Rock Tour. Clues as to who the mystery man might be are searched for in all the other rooms. Finally, George Harrison's room is searched, and journal is found.

January 6th, 2009:

Ringo's been acting strangely lately. John hasn't noticed it, neither has Paul. But he's been listening to a lot of 80s pop, and he's taken to wearing gloves. I think his age might be getting to him, I heard him trying to sing 'Thriller' the other day. I'm going to talk with him, see how he's doing, once the tour's over.

Lex-kat, Ringo Starr of the Beatles, was lynched. Night begins, and will end in 24 hours.

[RabbitHoleLost]

...
I think I'm going to go sit in the corner and tell myself I'm a horrible person.
I pointed at Ringo.
I pointed at RINGO.

:smallfrown:

[Reinholdt]

*pats Rabbit* :smallfrown:
It'll be ok.
I think...

[Lex-Kat]

:smalleek: :smallfrown: I didn't even notice I was being pointed at.

Sorry Rabbit, Trix are for kids. :smalltongue:

Loved the narration Raistlin. :smallcool:

[Helgraf]

...
I think I'm going to go sit in the corner and tell myself I'm a horrible person.
I pointed at Ringo.
I pointed at RINGO.

:smallfrown:

And you could have known this how?

[Raistlin1040]

In the dead of night, Zar Peter sits alone in his room, writing poetry onto a pad of paper. His door opens, and the shadowy Execs enter. Zar Peter looks up, and then returns to writing. Somewhat confused, the leader takes a step forward. What's the matter Mr. Morrison? No resistance? I'm not going to work with you. Not after that false biopic with Val Kilmer, no way. Hey, to be fair, at least it wasn't Sid and Nancy. Well there's that. Zar Peter stood up, tossing the pen and paper onto his desk. I am the Lizard King. I can do anything. Lovely lyrics Mr. Morrison. It's almost going to be a shame to kill you.

Zar Peter turned his head, looking towards the wall. Oh? Why's that? Well, if you'd agree to sign with us, you'd still be making us money long after your albums were so bad that even the public couldn't stomach them. You're a sex symbol you know. Mmhmm. Zar Peter seemed not to care about the Exec's words, turning and throwing open the door to the balcony. He stepped out, much to the Execs' puzzlement. What the...what the hell are you doing? Zar climbed up on the railing, put his hands around it, and then stepped off, hanging off the side. Get...get back up here! We know all about you Mr. Morrison, you pulled those stunts all the time at other hotels. You never let go, you just waited until the police showed up to climb back up. Zar chuckled, looking at the head Exec. You know that it would be untrue...you know that I would be a liar...if I was to say to you... He sang. One exec frowned, pulling out a gun and pointing it at Zar. Stop messing around and cooperate damnit! Girls, you couldn't get much higher if you think I'll cooperate with any of you. Zar let go, falling to his death, smirking.

Zar Peter, Jim Morrison, Band Leader of The Doors, was killed. Day begins and will end in 48 hours.

[GAThraawn]

Point at Lamech because I don't like his avatar...Sorry

[Jontom Xire]

I point at GAThraawn just because. I appear to have missed pointing the previous day, probably because I was on a training course, so I don't want to miss today.

[Shadowcaller]

Catseye maybe?:smallconfused:

[TFT]

I don't know, I see Shadowcaller as being suspicious.

[TwoBitWriter]

I wish I knew who to point at. I'm afraid of losing another beatle. But I must point, and I point at Lamech.

[Lamech]

Twobitwriter... I haven't been paying attention to this game... and... umm... yeah that the reason for my out of character behavior.

[Murska]

I'm gonna go point at Shadowcaller now.

[Boo]

Shadowcaller for the hell of it. I guess I'm just not really into this game as much. Maybe I'll come up with an analysis later on.

[happyturtle]

Blue Umbrella for not being into the game. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

Murska. Always a wolf.

[Hyozo]

Murska, just because I feel like agreeing with Reinholdt today.

[Emperor Demonking]

Blue Umbrella

^^^^^^^

[RabbitHoleLost]

Blue Umbrella
Bandwagon ahoy!

[Raistlin1040]

The day ends, still with scattered pointing. Some cry for Murska, others for Lamech, others for Blue Umbrella, others still for Shadowcaller. In the end, Shadowcaller and Blue Umbrella are both dragged up, Shadowcaller first. I don't know what you people think you're doing, but I am NOT an exec. Blue Umbrella complains, fidgeting in the grasp of some Rockstars. Shadowcaller doesn't say anything, struggling to break free without success. The Executioner's door is watched, everyone waiting for the man to leave his room and begin the day's end ritual. They are not disappointed. The door is thrown open, nearly off its hinges, and The Executioner strides out, his eyes half-lidded, his axe thrown over his shoulder, alcohol on his breath.

Which one was here first? He says, totally emotionless. There's a bit of a dispute, as those who want Blue Umbrella dead try and lie, and say that it was in fact he who was brought up first, but in the end, the truth, Shadowcaller, is revealed. The Executioner swings his axe off his back, bringing it to the ground, looking somewhat tipsy. He brings it up again, about to smash Shadowcaller's head in. Wait. Don't I get my last words, a final attempt to convince these barbarians on my innocence? Shadowcaller protests, holding up his arms. The Executioner thinks for a moment. No. He slices, caving Shadowcaller's chest in, and killing him instantly. He reaches into the dead man's coat pocket, pulling out a business card. Mr. S. Caller, Senior Law Consultant, Generic Big Records Corp. He says flatly, throwing th card down onto the bloodied body and walking away.

Shadowcaller, an Exec, was killed. Night begins, and will end in approximately 24 hours.

[Boo]

Randomly pointing... saved my life? :smalleek: The Devil's work I say!

[TwoBitWriter]

"Hot damn!" Grazz exclaims.

"Time for another party! Where's that Latina housekeeper at?"

Grazz meanders the halls, looking for his paramour from the night before.

[happyturtle]

Dolly dedicates her next song (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=PfoDXNn8Gyw) to TPBM.

http://www.dallasvoice.com/instant-tea/wp-content/uploads/dolly1.jpg

[Reinholdt]

*snatches song dedication* :smallamused: :smallredface: :smalltongue:

V Am not! :smallannoyed:

[happyturtle]

Yup, Reinholdt's a playa! :smallamused::smallwink:

[Raistlin1040]

Night. The Execs sneak into Jontom Xire's room. They're done trying to recruit people to join them, it doesn't work. The new plan? Well, if all the big stars are dead, it'll create demand for their music. And gee, isn't it just time for another Beatles compilation? After all, the last batch wasn't extensive enough. The door is quietly picked, and they go in with their razor-sharp pencils. Jontom's not asleep. He's sitting on his bed with a bullwhip in his hand. Figured you'd be comin' after me tonight. Very perceptive Mr. Tyler. Maybe all those drugs didn't mess you up as much as we all thought. Jontom stands, still holding the bullwhip. You know what this is? A whip, obviously. And I know how to use it. Oh? It took hours, and we all ended up cut up, and we decided that using a capgun for Back In The Saddle would be better anyway, but yeah.

As if to illustrate his point, Jontom took the whip and cracked it at his side. Impressive Mr. Tyler. It still doesn't change the fact that we outnumber you. Jontom inched over to his closet, when the Execs threw their pencils at him. Grabbing a dark blue hat from the closet and swiping it down, Jontom deflected the pencils. Sunshine. Damn, that was a good video. Jontom ducked and ran, passing through the door and out into the hallway. Walk This Way mother*******! He yells. The Execs give chase. They spot Jontom leaning against a wall, and one runs at him. Something behind him explodes. Jontom collapses, dead, and the Exec is hit with shrapnel, clutching at his face. Ah, damn! The leader exec puts a hand on his shoulder. Don't worry intern, we'll have someone in the makeup department fix you right up. The intern still clutching at his face in pain, the Execs leave.

Jontom Xire, Steven Tyler, Band Leader of Aerosmith, was killed. Day begins and will end in 24 hours.

[Jontom Xire]

One less game to worry about. Oh well.

Still confused why more of my band didn't respond to my obvious hint in my first post in the entire game.

I only used my scry once and got a band member with it. Shortly after that the rest of my band all seemed to have been wiped out.

[Emperor Demonking]

Happy Turtle

******

[Boo]

Emperor Demonking - Trust me

[Murska]

Iceddragons. From a quick look at last day.

[GAThraawn]

Blue Umbrella. I never trust someone who says "trust me". Trust me on that

[Dr. Bath]

Eeaahhch. Band leaders' are dying left and right! That means that only The Beatles still have a living band leader, right? Damn.

Could we get a list of the dead/alive in the first post? It's kinda annoying trawling through every game day to find out who's dead.

I am almost certain that Hap Hazard is an exec. As usual, he could be a villager and I'm horribly wrong, but hey. See, I say this because Hap Hazard pointed at Dallas when there was no real chance of him actually being lynched, but then switched away from Dallas to Shadowcaller, not the best move, but it should have saved Dallas as Zar Peter got to the majority first. Except that I voted, so Dallas got lynched. To me, this smells of wolf. The switch to Shadowcaller would make him look more innocent if someone did pick up on Hap Hazard being shifty.

I'm just sayin'.

[Boo]

{table=head]Player|Role|Band|Died
Aemoh
Blue Umbrella
Catseye2121
Dallas-Dakota|Exec||Day 3
Dr. Bath
Emperor Demonking
FF Fanboy|Joey Kramer|Aerosmith|Night 1
GAThraawn
Hap Hazard
Happyturtle
Helgraf|David Bowie|Ziggy Stardust/Spiders from Mars|Night 4
Iceddragons
Jontom Xire|Steven Tyler|Aerosmith|Night 6
Korias|George Harrison|The Beatles|Day 4
Lamech
Lex-Kat|Ringo Starr|The Beatles|Day 5
Mordokai|Ray Manzarek|The Doors|Day 2
Murska
Mustiado
Noir Cat|Joe Perry|Aerosmith|Night 2
RabbitHoleLost
Reinholdt
Shadow
Shadowcaller|Exec||Day 6
TwoBitWriter
Uncle Festy
Vampiric|John Densmore|The Doors|Day 1
Zar Peter|Jim Morrison|The Doors|Night 5[/table]

[Raistlin1040]

>.>
<.<
*Steals the table*

[happyturtle]

Hap Hazard

[Mustiado]

Hap Hazard please.

[Uncle Festy]

I think I'll point now, but I'll do it hap hazardly.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Though Bath has been wrong before, I'll trust him this time through.
Hap Hazard it is

[GAThraawn]

Hap Hazard bandwagon. Wheee!

[TwoBitWriter]

If Bath is wrong... Rock-Gods help him if he is wrong... :smallamused:

Hap Hazard

[Raistlin1040]

Um, something like 22 hours until day ends. Should be good enough.

[TFT]

Sorry, just got back from my time away and was finishing up makeup homework, then remembered to check gitp, so its a quick point here...

TwoBitWriter.

[Aemoh]

Sure, Hap Hazard, why not?

((Already told the narrators(and posted in couple other games), but, in the process of moving. I'll catch up eventually.))

[hap_hazard]

Pointing at Uncle Festy.

'Cuz the "pointing haphazardly" joke is getting really, really stale.

[Dirk Kris]

Warning: GATThrawn has voted twice. Cross out one vote or NEITHER will be counted. That is all.

[TwoBitWriter]

Ooh, authoritative Dirky is super-smexy. :smallwink:

[Reinholdt]

Murska placeholder for now. Catch up later.

[Lamech]

hap_hazard, my computer is broken these means a) responding to PM's quickly will be hard same with posting a lot. It also means saving things like voting records will be more cumbersome...

I really need to get killed in one of these games.

[Raistlin1040]

Hap Hazard was lynched, he was an Exec. Night falls, is promptly rushed to the hospital, and will end in 24 hours.

(Tired and not feeling so creative. Tomorrow, Dirk or I will put up a real death scene.)

[Dirk Kris]

Death Scene for Hap_Hazard

It's been a busy last 24 hours. First, an exec is killed, then Steven Tyler of Aerosmith. The rockstars all eye each other nervously. Sure, they knew that choosing music meant lots of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll, and they knew the occasional fan was trampled or drummer OD'ed, but all this? It was starting to wear on them. And selecting someone who might be one of their own was a growing danger.

The day started slowly, with a few people half-heartedly pointing at one another. And then it happened...

Hap_Hazard bursts into the room, waving something around in his tightly clenched fist. "Mr. Caller? Mr. Caller? I found that cyanide pill you were looking...for." He suddenly realizes everyone is staring at him.

"You knew the exec?"
"He must be one of them!"
"Get him!"

The rockstars surround Hap_Hazard in a wave. Staring at them, wide-eyed, he backs up against a wall. Looking down at his hand, he smiles grimly. Pressing his palm to his lips, he forces the tiny white pill into his mouth and swallows. "Aha! Now I win! You can't kill me - I've beaten you to it." He licks his lips and frowns. "This doesn't taste like...awwww, crap! It's Tylenol!"

The crowd of rockstars smiles grimly and parts to make way for The Executioner. He approaches, hefting his axe. "Any last words?"

Hap_Hazard raises his chin defiantly. "You'll be hearing from our attorney!"

"He's already dead." The axe comes swinging down. "And now, so are you."

A search of the dead man's pockets turns up a business card. "Hap_Hazard, paralegal and administrative assistant to Mr. S. Caller".


The End

[happyturtle]

I'd like to dedicate this next song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNiWdZkXe7s) to our talented co-narrator for such a great lynch scene.

http://myplay.com/files/imagecache/photo_345_square/files/artist_images/vyffff000000000000000000000000000005ff5c.jpg

[Raistlin1040]

Dawn breaks (and is hastily repaired with superglue. Handy stuff, that.). The assembled Rockstars count among their numbers, silenting hoping that the Execs were too busted up over the loss of another member to attack anyone during the night. However, GAThraawn seems to be missing. The group curiously goes to his room, suspecting the very worse for the man. They are not disappointed.

GAThraawn is lying on the ground, a bulletwound in his chest, a smashed Fender Stratocaster in his hand, a roughly human head-shaped dent in it. The scene gives no evidence of who he is however, and the room is searched thouroughly in hopes of finding GAThraawn's identity. The room isn't very full at all. No photos, posters, nothing except the dead man and his guitar to separate the room from any other. Finally, after a few worried hours of searching, a horrified gasp is heard from the closet. Everyone rushes over to look. A secret door is in the back of the closet, leading to a suite. It's open, and framed on the wall is a sloppily-penned paper.

Purple Haze all in my eye
Don't know, if it's day or night
Got me blowing, blowing my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

Is the only verse that can be legibly read. Slowly, the puzzle is put together. The broken Strat, the Purple Haze lyrics, the private sweet. The dead man was none other than Jimi Hendrix.

GAThraawn, Jimi Hendrix, was killed. Day begins and ends in 48 hours.

[Helgraf]

Jareth stands up as the purple haze flows through the door into the throne room of the Goblin Castle.

"My my my ... isn't this interesting. Mr. Hendrix, you appear to have lost your way. And now ... you're here with me, at the Castle at the center of my Labyrinth. Sit ... drink. Relax. Joey and Steve are ... hashing out a meter in the room of endless stairs.

George and Ringo are organizing the goblins for the next musical number. I'm told it'll be ... smashing.

John, Jim, and Ray are still ... working out creative differences, I'm afraid, but I'm convinced they'll come to an accord ... the Fireys will make sure of that!"

He laughed, playing idly with a crystal in his left hand.

"As for the others ... well, we've ... set them up accomodations as well. In the Oubliette."

"Am I not generous?"

[happyturtle]

Level headed business woman, Dolly Parton, goes to her laptop and updates her spreadsheet.

"Okay, fellows, here's what I've got. Aemoh and Lamech were late on the Hap_hazard bandwagon yesterday. Other than that, they've never helped us take down one of those slimey execs. But EDK has never pointed at an exec at all. Which of the three should we go after first?"

((Point to come at one of the above unless someone has better evidence.))




Also, Helgraf = Win :smallbiggrin:

[TwoBitWriter]

We're not out of the woods yet, are we?

Let's go for Aemoh!

[Reinholdt]

Lamech

Explosive Guitars

[Lamech]

Wait EDK, I remember wanting him dead before...

And a oh yeah some RP:
I realizies that all this drinking has muddled my brain and kept me from think about who is really evil. So now that my drinking buddy Jontom is dead I shall swear of booze. Please don't kill me.

[RabbitHoleLost]

EDK sounds pretty good. Atleast the two others did get on the boat. Then again, it is EDK.
:: shrugs::

[Boo]

I'm gonna take an explosive guitar, and give it to Lamech for good measure.

[Uncle Festy]

EDK, because bandwagons are fun!

[happyturtle]

Lamech to tie it up. Why not? :smalltongue:

[Shadow]

Blue Umbrella for no reason at all.

[Aemoh]

*points at Shadow*

Cause it's fun to.

((Also, still moving. Well, technically I'm done, but I can't get the internet to work on my computer for some reason... *shrugs*.))

[TFT]

I don't know who to vote for. :smallannoyed:

point at Blue Umberella, I guess.

[Murska]

Aemoh for more choices. :smallsmile:

[Dr. Bath]

Blue Umbrella, if we were supposed to trust you about EDK yesterday, why've you changed your point?

[Lamech]

Blue umbrella I'm not in the lead! Also I think my wanting EDK dead was in another game...

[happyturtle]

Are we really going to lynch Blue after I came up with three suspects? :smallsigh: Blue was the deciding vote in the SC lynch, so right now he's lower on my suspect list than others.

[Dr. Bath]

Mainly because two of your suspects look like they were hit by forum down-time/lag, so the point you made is fairly bad and the third is EDK. And the fact that he hasn't pointed at an exec yet doesn't mean all that much, since two of the three dead execs were killed by about 4 or 5 votes. Lots of people have never pointed at an exec. I don't see much reasoning in your points. All I see is Blue Umbrella being fishy.

[happyturtle]

Lots of people have never pointed at an exec? That's not what my spreadsheet says.

And my analysis may be faulty - I'm still pretty new at this game. But at least I offered some. What exactly is Blue doing to make you suspect him?

[Dr. Bath]

Well maybe not lots, but I still wouldn't say it was sound reasoning. Wolves point at each other the whole time.

If someone puts forward a point with no more information behind than 'trust me' you might think that they know something. If they know something, why would they suddenly change their tack the next day? It doesn't make sense.

Blue Umbrella did exactly this.


Emperor Demonking - Trust me

But today points at Lamech for some reason instead.

Also: your strongest case is against EDK (still not very, but stronger than that against Lamech and Aemoh), why aren't you pointing at him?

[happyturtle]

Well maybe not lots, but I still wouldn't say it was sound reasoning. Wolves point at each other the whole time.

According to my spreadsheet, EDK's the only one who hasn't pointed at a wolf at all.


If someone puts forward a point with no more information behind than 'trust me' you might think that they know something. If they know something, why would they suddenly change their tack the next day? It doesn't make sense.

'Trust me' is what EDK always says. It's sort of a running joke for people to say that when they point at him.

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/lolcats/poster79082198.jpg


Also: your strongest case is against EDK (still not very, but stronger than that against Lamech and Aemoh), why aren't you pointing at him?

*shrug* I can only point at one person at a time. And at the moment, I'm inclined to suspect EDK slightly less than the other two, because he hasn't given himself any cover at all.

[Dr. Bath]

Never seen anyone say that, and even so, he's been acting kinda suspicious all game.

He was on the shadowcaller wagon, true, but he also missed completely the day Dallas was lynched, and a few other days besides.

Even if EDK is the only one not to have pointed at an exec, I still don't think it makes him that suspicious. Since he's the only one that means all the other wolves have pointed at each other. Considering EDK's past play as a wolf, his missing the wolves completely makes me less suspicious of him.

I just don't think Aemoh or Lamech are suspicious at all. You've got one thing on them, and if they had pointed anywhere else they would've been more suspicious but that point. It seems like clutching at straws to me. And they're not even good straws.

Reading back through the thread, I'm finding Reinholdt most suspicious of all, but it's too late in the day to change the lynch, methinks. He narrowly avoided lynching, he pushed the Zar Peter bandwagon that was forming alongside Dallas Dakota's one, he almost started a wagon that saved Shadowcaller and didn't join yesterday's wagon at all. Actually, point at Reinholdt he is faaar more suspicious than anyone else.

[Boo]

You've never seen EDK say that? Huh... Well, it's my way of poking fun at him besides bolding my points. :smalltongue:

This is one of those games where I am not following anything, nor doing any analysis. I'm just going with my Megalotorictronic Randomizer 6000, and pointing at people I see around and about.

Go ahead and lynch me! :smallwink:

[Hyozo]

Dr. Bath has a few good points about Reinholdt. I think I'll support that.