Serial killer Round 69: HA! Err, I mean TENT OF TERROR! Game has ended.

[Demagogue]

~waves hands in the air~
Still alive

So who ded then?

well of course you're alive... you saved someone obviously... since you're the only medic I've ever seen that has successfully done their job. :X

PS - also alive... but lonely

 

[inactive123]

well of course you're alive... you saved someone obviously... since you're the only medic I've ever seen that has successfully done their job. :X

PS - also alive.

Welp, I think I only saved like one person during my time as Medic... still, better than nobody xD

 

[Secondhand Revenant]

~waves hands in the air~
Still alive

So who ded then?

Well its not me. Still enjoying my unlife here.

 

[Demagogue]

Welp, I think I only saved like one person during my time as Medic... still, better than nobody xD

You almost saved one in one of the early cycle last round too, but at the last minute Beer changed his mind as to who to slaughter

 

[kingofkumquats]

Wow. Way to go, medic. That hardly ever happens. I mean, it's not super consequential right now, but still. Also, not dead.

 

[inactive123]

You almost saved one in one of the early cycle last round too, but at the last minute Beer changed his mind as to who to slaughter

He obviously sensed my awesome saving presence

 

[Dying_Jester]

I'm alive!
...I think...[checks pulse]....
...
...
...yup, still beating...oddly enough. Anyways, I wonder if anyone important died.

 

[EvilRoy]

I seem to be alive, or at least nobody has told me otherwise. I hope I wouldn't be the last to find out if I get killed.

 

[crimson5pheonix]

I'm still running around at the speed of sound.

 

[Fat Hippo]

[HEADING=1]

[b][color=red]My blood has stained the straw of the cage[/color][/b]

[/HEADING]

Spoiler: Woe is me

I sit on the floor of my cage. Bored. No-one to gawk at me. No wide-eyed kids to marvel at the fantastic folds in my fatty sides and gasp at the stench of my breath. Just a lone hippo with no purpose in life. I sigh, as only a hippo can. I look over to the walrus sitting in the next cage over, facing away from me. He's reading the medical journal, but it seems to be upside down. He's probably just looking at the pictures. I call over to him, but he doesn't seem to speak hippo. Typical.

So I start eating from my trough. I may not have an audience, but I don't want to lose my figure after all. Suddenly I feel sleepy...I've hardly even started eating. What's wrong with me? I must be starving. Gotta eat some more. *munch munch*

My eyelids are getting heavy, and I lie down. My cage opens, and I see a figure, but I can't make anything out. Everything is blurry. Can the walrus see me? Or is it the walrus? I have no idea. I can't move properly. I realize the food must have been drugged. But why?

Through the haze, I recognize the glint of steel. It swoops down at me and cuts into my throat, but at this point, I can hardly even feel it. "Who would kill such a beautiful hippo as me?" is the last thought I have, before I slip into oblivion.

 

[Secondhand Revenant]

[HEADING=1]

[b][color=red]My blood has stained the straw of the cage[/color][/b]

[/HEADING]

Spoiler: Woe is me

I sit on the floor of my cage. Bored. No-one to gawk at me. No wide-eyed kids to marvel at the fantastic folds in my fatty sides and gasp at the stench of my breath. Just a lone hippo with no purpose in life. I sigh, as only a hippo can. I look over to the walrus sitting in the next cage over, facing away from me. He's reading the medical journal, but it seems to be upside down. He's probably just looking at the pictures. I call over to him, but he doesn't seem to speak hippo. Typical.

So I start eating from my trough. I may not have an audience, but I don't want to lose my figure after all. Suddenly I feel sleepy...I've hardly even started eating. What's wrong with me? I must be starving. Gotta eat some more. *munch munch*

My eyelids are getting heavy, and I lie down. My cage opens, and I see a figure, but I can't make anything out. Everything is blurry. Can the walrus see me? Or is the walrus? I have no idea. I can't move properly. I realize the food must have been drugged. But why?

Through the haze, I recognize the glint of steel. It swoops down at me and cuts into my throat, but at this point, I can hardly even feel it. "Who would kill such a beautiful hippo as me?" is the last thought I have, before I slip into oblivion.

Noooooo!

You were the worst cat we had but you were our cat.

 

[Dr. Crawver]

Well then, I guess I will say, publicly, that my suspicions of who the Killer is lies with Dr Crawver, EvilRoy, and Jux.


I would also like to say that I don't at all fit with this theme. Now, if it were a medieval court I'd feel right at home.

What is this? Just because I'm a walrus? Got my eye on you now for this.

 

[Demagogue]

[HEADING=1]

[b][color=red]My blood has stained the straw of the cage[/color][/b]

[/HEADING]

Spoiler: Woe is me

I sit on the floor of my cage. Bored. No-one to gawk at me. No wide-eyed kids to marvel at the fantastic folds in my fatty sides and gasp at the stench of my breath. Just a lone hippo with no purpose in life. I sigh, as only a hippo can. I look over to the walrus sitting in the next cage over, facing away from me. He's reading the medical journal, but it seems to be upside down. He's probably just looking at the pictures. I call over to him, but he doesn't seem to speak hippo. Typical.

So I start eating from my trough. I may not have an audience, but I don't want to lose my figure after all. Suddenly I feel sleepy...I've hardly even started eating. What's wrong with me? I must be starving. Gotta eat some more. *munch munch*

My eyelids are getting heavy, and I lie down. My cage opens, and I see a figure, but I can't make anything out. Everything is blurry. Can the walrus see me? Or is it the walrus? I have no idea. I can't move properly. I realize the food must have been drugged. But why?

Through the haze, I recognize the glint of steel. It swoops down at me and cuts into my throat, but at this point, I can hardly even feel it. "Who would kill such a beautiful hippo as me?" is the last thought I have, before I slip into oblivion.

sees you motionless from the far side of the tent (apparently putting us meat eaters next to food was cruel or something) Now I'll never know what Hippo tastes like...

 

[Fat Hippo]

@Demagogue: Pfft, please. I would've wrecked your skinny ass. He only got me because of the drugs.

 

[Demagogue]

@Hippo: It's called being agile you beached whale with legs... :X I'm surprised he was able to get enough drugs to make it through your system.

 

[crimson5pheonix]

[HEADING=1]

[b][color=red]My blood has stained the straw of the cage[/color][/b]

[/HEADING]

Spoiler: Woe is me

I sit on the floor of my cage. Bored. No-one to gawk at me. No wide-eyed kids to marvel at the fantastic folds in my fatty sides and gasp at the stench of my breath. Just a lone hippo with no purpose in life. I sigh, as only a hippo can. I look over to the walrus sitting in the next cage over, facing away from me. He's reading the medical journal, but it seems to be upside down. He's probably just looking at the pictures. I call over to him, but he doesn't seem to speak hippo. Typical.

So I start eating from my trough. I may not have an audience, but I don't want to lose my figure after all. Suddenly I feel sleepy...I've hardly even started eating. What's wrong with me? I must be starving. Gotta eat some more. *munch munch*

My eyelids are getting heavy, and I lie down. My cage opens, and I see a figure, but I can't make anything out. Everything is blurry. Can the walrus see me? Or is it the walrus? I have no idea. I can't move properly. I realize the food must have been drugged. But why?

Through the haze, I recognize the glint of steel. It swoops down at me and cuts into my throat, but at this point, I can hardly even feel it. "Who would kill such a beautiful hippo as me?" is the last thought I have, before I slip into oblivion.

Well at least we aren't entwined this time...

 

[Fat Hippo]

@crimson5phoenix: You know you loved these lumps.

 

[crimson5pheonix]

@crimson5phoenix: You know you loved these lumps.

Yes, and that's why I was ultra sadface when I killed you bby

 

[EvilRoy]

@Hippo: It's called being agile you beached whale with legs... :X I'm surprised he was able to get enough drugs to make it through your system.

"Enough drugs to down a hippo" does seem like one of those expressions reserved for particularly extravagant drug abuse, yes. I will take two!

 

[Secondhand Revenant]

Right so we need to get voting. I'm for killing the silent people to encourage the others to talk for more material to work with later. I say we guillotine... Jux. Though I'm open to other suggestions, particularly among the silent.