Serial Killer Round 68: - Cylon Invasion - Cycle 9 - Game Over! The Killer has Won!
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It wasn't my choice to become a member of of Battleship Escapist. I once lived a comfortable life. Had a nice job, a wife, and children. But I guess you could say a flew a little too close to the sun. Ruffled a few feathers and it was all taken from me. I was given a choice - execution or exile. I chose the latter. Perhaps for the best I had thought after they came. The cylons swarmed us, overwhelmed us, destroyed us. Humanity had fallen with only the faint remnants slowly dying off.
A couldn't help but let a faint smile spread across my face. I had made it. Those who exiled me were gone but I was still here! Saved by the very punishment they had forced upon me. In spite of the horror that had befallen humanity a smile crept onto my face.
I had made it. They were dead. Not me.
The thought of myself being happy sickened me. Why should I be happy after all I and the rest of humanity had lost? There must've been something wrong with me. Maybe I was broken. Maybe something in my brain had just finally snapped. That's it. Must be. I just wasn't sane anymore. Why else could I be so happy?
And as the corpses began to pile up I couldn't help but take a bit of satisfaction at each new revelation.
I was still alive. Someone else was dead. Not me.
Soon the others made note of my behavior and accusations were thrust toward me. All I could do in response was smile. They did not take that kindly.
Two of them grabbed toughly from under my arms and dragged me toward the airlock. I struggled to get away but the mob ahead of me shoved me further and further forward the destination. Soon I was forced into the airlock and the door closed behind me.
NO PLEASE! NOT ME! DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE! NOT ME! PLEASE!
I pound furiously at the door to no avail. Their cold eyes stare back at me as the airlock is finally opened and I'm launched into space.
Please. Not me. Why did it have to be me?
A couldn't help but let a faint smile spread across my face. I had made it. Those who exiled me were gone but I was still here! Saved by the very punishment they had forced upon me. In spite of the horror that had befallen humanity a smile crept onto my face.
I had made it. They were dead. Not me.
The thought of myself being happy sickened me. Why should I be happy after all I and the rest of humanity had lost? There must've been something wrong with me. Maybe I was broken. Maybe something in my brain had just finally snapped. That's it. Must be. I just wasn't sane anymore. Why else could I be so happy?
And as the corpses began to pile up I couldn't help but take a bit of satisfaction at each new revelation.
I was still alive. Someone else was dead. Not me.
Soon the others made note of my behavior and accusations were thrust toward me. All I could do in response was smile. They did not take that kindly.
Two of them grabbed toughly from under my arms and dragged me toward the airlock. I struggled to get away but the mob ahead of me shoved me further and further forward the destination. Soon I was forced into the airlock and the door closed behind me.
NO PLEASE! NOT ME! DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE! NOT ME! PLEASE!
I pound furiously at the door to no avail. Their cold eyes stare back at me as the airlock is finally opened and I'm launched into space.
Please. Not me. Why did it have to be me?
[HEADING=1]I was innocent.[/HEADING]
Gritch...No! What the hell, who voted for Gritch? I don't even remember anyone suspecting him publicly. It's just random as fuck. Did the Trickster activate his power again? Damn.
This is neither a defense nor an accusation of Armadox, I really have no Idea whether he's the Killer or not, but his reasoning tends be somewhat loopy, so you can't really read a lot out of the things he said.Secondhand Revenant said:
Their hands are clean this time.
Several people had accused me actually. I can think of at least 3. This result is not surprising. I miss typed and put a "your Medic" instead of an "our Medic" and people lost their goddamn minds. Sometimes a typo is just a typo. I've been sort of tired this week and not putting as much effort into my posts here.Fat_Hippo said:
I'm only really sad I won't be able to PM anymore pics along with my vote to Demagogue.
@Dema: Here's one more just for you.
Why'd you let them do this to me? ;(
Next person thrown out of the airlock will be Zeconte.Fat_Hippo said:
I HAVE CALLED IT!
[sup][sub]I will actually be surprised if that happens.[/sub][/sup]
Ok, I know how this looks, but I'm starting to think you're somehow evil, and just calling shots for the killer.. Like some sort of helper spirit. Then again, maybe Zeconte deserves it. We're already looking at the quiet ones. This round is confusing. The only people who have air tight evidence is Aero and Beer Tent.crimson5pheonix said:
Wait, Aero has air tight evidence? Since when? Because the Trickster took a vote away from him? All that proves is that he's not the Trickster. Bare in mind it's likely the Trickster isn't in direct contact with the Killer and Lawyer. They were able to work together to execute Revenant only because he told everyone he was the Priest. The Trickster likely chose to take a vote from Aero because he assumed he'd have at least one person who would vote for him (me given all my joking accusations). It's possible all three are in direct communication but unlikely as one of them would've had to blindly reach out and ask someone to join them and risked getting themselves killed/executed.Armadox said:
The Trickster would've had no idea if Aero was the Killer or Lawyer. He took a vote from him simply because it was a safe bet.
And finally I'd just like to reiterate Aero is both shiny and grey.
You know what else is shiny and grey? Cylons. I rest my case.
If it was you I'd be shocked. The killer should pick off people who no one is accusing or talking about.Armadox said: