Serial Killer Round 68: - Cylon Invasion - Cycle 9 - Game Over! The Killer has Won!
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@Aerostream: Well, I gave a list to Demagogue, as is usually the case, if I understand correctly. I actually didn't leave the country at all, but I did leave on the 1st, I think.
Panting and sweating, I ran through the tight corridors of the ship. I don't really know why, but for some reason, I felt like somebody was watching me. And I had no privacy. Oh oh oh...
It was the Cylon. I could feel it in my bones. And if I wasn't careful, I'd soon feel something far more painful there, as well.
I was used to being alone; In fact, I somewhat reveled in not having to constantly find myself surrounded by people who ignored or irritated me. A little less conversation, a little more attention please: That was my kind of philosophy. But now, I felt genuinely lonely. And it was not a feeling I found myself enjoying very much. My sprinting steps cast empty-sounding echoes down the empty hallways, which just cemented the feeling of isolation. Our mission had already gone to hell in a handbasket; Our Medic, our Spy, our Arbiter, our Priest... All of them were dead, and some of their demises were partially our fault. The few of us who were still alive had to stick together. Not to mention, I didn't feel safe in my room anymore. I had to find company. Had to, had to, had to.
I looked around in a panic. Somebody? Anybody?! Why did the goddamn ship suddenly feel so empty and desolate?!
I slowed down, stopped and caught my breath. Once it returned, I found a desperate howl escape my throat:
"WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?!"
"Right here."
I froze, right in the middle of a step. I thought I recognized the voice behind me, and while I should've felt relieved, my mind started to race.
No...No, no, no, no...
"Aren't you happy?" The voice continued cheerfully. "You were looking for people, and you found them. Or me, at least."
I tried to say something, but the only thing that escaped my mouth was a terrified gurgle. I didn't dare turn around, even though I should've. I couldn't tell from the voice who it was. I heard a sigh.
"Well, you weren't of much use, anyway." The Cylon said. "You should be glad that nothing of value is lost."
Goddammit.
The last thing I heard was the sound of a gun.
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In other words:
I would've drawn a nifty comic, but I don't have access to my scanner at the moment.
It was the Cylon. I could feel it in my bones. And if I wasn't careful, I'd soon feel something far more painful there, as well.
I was used to being alone; In fact, I somewhat reveled in not having to constantly find myself surrounded by people who ignored or irritated me. A little less conversation, a little more attention please: That was my kind of philosophy. But now, I felt genuinely lonely. And it was not a feeling I found myself enjoying very much. My sprinting steps cast empty-sounding echoes down the empty hallways, which just cemented the feeling of isolation. Our mission had already gone to hell in a handbasket; Our Medic, our Spy, our Arbiter, our Priest... All of them were dead, and some of their demises were partially our fault. The few of us who were still alive had to stick together. Not to mention, I didn't feel safe in my room anymore. I had to find company. Had to, had to, had to.
I looked around in a panic. Somebody? Anybody?! Why did the goddamn ship suddenly feel so empty and desolate?!
I slowed down, stopped and caught my breath. Once it returned, I found a desperate howl escape my throat:
"WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?!"
"Right here."
I froze, right in the middle of a step. I thought I recognized the voice behind me, and while I should've felt relieved, my mind started to race.
No...No, no, no, no...
"Aren't you happy?" The voice continued cheerfully. "You were looking for people, and you found them. Or me, at least."
I tried to say something, but the only thing that escaped my mouth was a terrified gurgle. I didn't dare turn around, even though I should've. I couldn't tell from the voice who it was. I heard a sigh.
"Well, you weren't of much use, anyway." The Cylon said. "You should be glad that nothing of value is lost."
Goddammit.
The last thing I heard was the sound of a gun.
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In other words:
I would've drawn a nifty comic, but I don't have access to my scanner at the moment.
[HEADING=1]Twintix has been Murdered!![/HEADING]
[HEADING=3]Send your votes on who you think the Cylon is to Demagogue via PM by 6 PM UTC on July 16th (Thursday)[/HEADING]
@Twin: I'll keep you company... *pats the seat for the dead beside him* Muahahaha...
PS - Yes you get got an extra hour over the 48 to vote, no I didn't screw it up... I felt it was warranted considering I am starting the clock right on the heels of Twintix's post.
[HEADING=3]Send your votes on who you think the Cylon is to Demagogue via PM by 6 PM UTC on July 16th (Thursday)[/HEADING]
@Twin: I'll keep you company... *pats the seat for the dead beside him* Muahahaha...
PS - Yes you get got an extra hour over the 48 to vote, no I didn't screw it up... I felt it was warranted considering I am starting the clock right on the heels of Twintix's post.
Oh no! Twintix! How awful! Did.. did anyone else forget they was even on the ship?
So who do you think is next? I'm thinking you guys are going to dump the Entwined out the airlock. I mean, shortening down the list by sacrifice is a great strategy...
Edit: Oh what a day, what a lovely day! To whisper offers of dark deeds, and tip the scales. No friends for the good, but to those who take up a dagger.. Why I offer a life. YOUR life..
Such a lovely, lovely day!
*scratches "Keep Aero alive" off on his list..*
So who do you think is next? I'm thinking you guys are going to dump the Entwined out the airlock. I mean, shortening down the list by sacrifice is a great strategy...
Edit: Oh what a day, what a lovely day! To whisper offers of dark deeds, and tip the scales. No friends for the good, but to those who take up a dagger.. Why I offer a life. YOUR life..
Such a lovely, lovely day!
*scratches "Keep Aero alive" off on his list..*
I'm not allowed to show evidence against the killer, or screw with the killers chances to win. Coercion I think.. is fair game. I have done nothing but remind you of a rule that is in place for those who don't think they'll make it.snekadid said:
Which is all of you..
Also, welcome aboard!
(Seriously thought, with the living being able to change sides. The lawyer should be able to be contacted by those who turn, after telling the DM. This could only happen after the lawyer is dead (You wouldn't know who to PM) and isn't as stupid as contacting the Killer personally. Which the killer goes yep I'm da killer, and the hero just says that to chat.
No, no.. I'm the LAWYER. I offer the contracts for those of dark contents. Sign your name here, friend.. I'll let you on to talk to the big man. Oh, you'll have so much fun with.. those other folk.. Here's your dagger..
Also it gives a dead lawyer something to do (he sure as hell can't offer suspicions like the other dead so it pretty much limits him to being out of the game. Or being an asshole, like myself!). Because the killer only has one ally on his side of the field... )
Aha! So he was lying about me being the only one to refuse!snekadid said:
Don't do drugs kids!
Or I needed a patsy, and Sneka's doing his role to a "T". Or you're evil, and are playing your role to point the blame on Sneka. But BOTH of you are talking now, which you wasn't doing before. Maybe you both are evil now? Heh heh heh.. So we know you're there. Isn't this fun, folks?Headsprouter said:
Arma's explaination is correct, they can PM, just can't reveal those PMs in public as evidence. Also, in the case of Lawyer, Priest, and Medic, can't screw over their respective sides...snekadid said:
IIRC gritch went on a recruiting drive after he died in round 66 as well.
Not nearly as successful as my own. I assure you. Anyone want to drop your airlock keys now, and join up. PM Dema saying you surrender, and he'll text me your name, and I'll text you and the Killer so you both know. I am but a Lawyer, keeper of the contracts.Demagogue said:
@armadox I'm not giving up my keys until I can work out how to destroy the airlock. All doors are suspicious to me, but that one is the worst.
Hmm... I think I've narrowed my personal suspect list down to about three people. Can't say which ones though.