Theonewhoisodd wrote:Yes but m0rt let's not forget the power of self preservation.
No offense PSy just self preservation and a flipped coin.
The kool wrote:You never get hard evidence unless you're a power role.
But in other news, I have suspicions about Moose being Kore, mainly due to how he had Kore's kill on his computer. Let's take out Odd today, and debate him tomorrow.
SPOILERS:Who was not a Steward of Gondor
SPOILERS:Could he have been a killer?
SPOILERS:His shape shifting caught up to him. Congrats you got Fingers!
So the god had bled and in his stead a new god had arisen. So wondrous was the world that someone who nigh fell beneath his feet in agony had become a god. She was out of his reach but now he could get revenge on the god who bled. The one who would not see him take his rightful place as the god of this world.
Blood had already been spilled and he knew it as soon as he entered the tavern. Like a dog his nose could pick up where the blood was coming from. He followed it to SeeAMoose's room and opened the door. There was Moosie lying on the ground bleeding, his minions from his time as a god had come back and tried to kill him. They hadn't finished the job as lucky for the Moose he had injected himself with a shot of adrenaline. Ironic. This was soon corrected by a stab to the throat, many times.
One ex-god down already and it was time to take out another. It would be easy, like stealing candy from a baby. "Someone had tried to take out this particular god already but had failed and now it was my turn. Stabbing would be to much fun and I have already bloodied my sword too much. Maybe a shot to the head would work? No that would be too easy. Ah I now know what I shall do." the killer spoke to himself quietly.
The killer walked down to the bar and bought two drinks from the lovely Delivers Drinks and sat down next to SeeAMoose. "Good job at being the god of this bar" the killer said to Moosie. Moose looked up and thanked him for the compliment. "I truly hope one day to be as powerful as you were, but for now let me offer you a drink. "Only seven of you are staying in the lodge anymore, heh seven, twice that is fourteen, guess that number has to be stated every round now since when Odd almost got lynched because of it." He took a big sip of his drink and began choking. In seconds he was dead, a poker chip lodged in his throat. When removed the chip had these numbers written on it:
It was a nice day at the gobl'inn. One would not think that death was about to fall upon its residents; soon to be former residents.
A man walked in, his face concealed behind a hood; not an uncommon occurrence in this place.
He had to find it, he had to find that book before he lost face in front of his peers. If he did not, the numerous lynching’s he heard had
tell of thathappened here would not be his only worry .
He booked a room for the week and then that night he awoke from his bed. He searched his room but could not find it.
He then went to the room next to his. In that room was a weary old man. He searched the room as quietly as he could, but the man awoke. alas I could not risk him seeing my face. I tried to kill him as quickly as I could, but he struggled as the nail plunged into his heart. The death throes of the man alerted the other residents. (More properly the last sentence should be something like: The man's death throes alerted the other residents.)
SPOILERS:^^ It's nice to read the thread even if I am not in this game. But I would agree with Moose, at least to me the accidents in the kill don't seem natural at all...
And I like your kills theonewhoisodd, kind of a shame that you were caught in the very first round. But good luck to all. ^^
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