No, immunity ends at the next execution doesn't it? That was why I was gonna say kill me and let the priest live to do it right after the execution.Aerosteam said:
Serial killer Round 69: HA! Err, I mean TENT OF TERROR! Game has ended.
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Wait is Twintix protected for the next murder or until the next execution? By the wording I assume Twin was safe only until we executed someoneBeerTent said:I've double-checked the ruling. Once the game has reached the second cycle, the priest can use his role.
With this in mind, you can see someone at the very top of the tent, idly chewing at the holy MACADAMN DELICIOUS cookie, choke on it, and then immediately fall all 70 feet to the ground with a bone shattering impact. Removing the face-paint, you all realize something... Dying Jester was never part of the game, It was JESUS H. CHRIST HIMSELF!
Mind Blown. Jesus had his second coming, and he choked to death on a cookie. This was a cookie that I baked. I killed the lord's son, and it was fucking awesome. I can go to bed now knowing that I killed the son of god. That's pretty fucking hardcore.
Oh, by the way, you all now have a zombie problem. TWINTIX IS BACK TO LIFE, AND PROTECTED FOR THE NEXT MURDER CYCLE. Thankfully, Jesus is not a chryssalid. They're too dark for this game. [http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/183383iprrtqsjpg/original.jpg]
[HEADING=1]DYING JESTER USED HIS ABILITY AS THE PRIEST, AND REVIVED TWINTIX. DYING JESTER IS THANKFULLY, NO LONGER DYING AS A RESULT.[/HEADING]
What if it's an American that hasn't set that they're an American on their profile and BeerTent just asked them if they were or not?Twintix said:
Well, since I was just revived, I don't think I can vote for this round. But the cat's out of the bag, you all know who I am now, so there's no point in trying to be sneaky about this any longer. At least I can help the rest of you with the voting!
So my first question was: Is the Killer non-American?
The answer was: No. In other words, the Killer is totally American.
That leaves our list of suspects as such:
gritch
FPLOON
Armadox
crimson5pheonix
Jux
Secondhand Revenant
snekadid
kingofkumquats
altnameJag
Oh okay, the wording was unclear. That's good then, I thought the priest reviving now had just shortened the spy's lifespan by a roundAerosteam said:
As per the rules, Spy questions are about the Killer's profile, not the Killer himself. So if they don't have America set as their location in their profile, they're not American for the purposes of the Spy question.crimson5pheonix said:
@Aerosteam: When a Spy question is answered, a list of players is provided as well. You don't just get "yes" or "no" as a response.
That's the same question I used for my fake Spy post! Woo! Anyway we need to all decide on someone to vote for as a group this time. Last game turned into such a shit show because we were fragmented as hell. We have a small list here so that's great. I suggest we go by lottery for the list of suspects until more information is presented.Twintix said:
I'd hate to put even more power into your hands but @Twintix: would you mind picking a random name from the suspect list? You're the confirmed Spy and the only person we know for a fact is on our side.
I have to say this round is going very well so far.
While we're not completely out of the woods yet, I'm going to go ahead with being a little optimistic here. This is a good start...
For the formal or the latter?Dirty Cop James funs said:
And I feel fine[footnote]because I'm drunk... ;P[/footnote]...crimson5pheonix said:
That makes sense... #AlwaysASuspectNeverTheKillerTwintix said:
@snekadid: Then, come join the #AlwaysASuspectNeverTheKiller Society... unless you are the Killer, then the Society will shun you like a non-believer... Shuuuuuuun~!
I'm lil' Robin? I'm lil' Robin.Caramel Frappe said:<spoiler=Super Late Death Post by Caramel Frappe>
I came to this circus in hopes to make something for myself. Maybe attract some women, get money for the hard work I pulled off in selling tickets, all while making memories with my friends. Though, are they really my friends? I thought I knew them until this place started ... changing them. Call me mad, but one of them playfully teased about slitting my throat in my sleep. That isn't normal at all, is it? Never was talked like that before, and then one by one ... people started belittling me. First was the cold stares, then isolation from everyone during the main events. Soon, I saw them whispering to one another ... chuckling silently as their eyes never left mine. It was as if they planned something horrific against me, and didn't care if I knew. Eventually I started having nightmares, of them coming into my room and stabbing me a thousand times.
One night, a cloaked figurine came to me when I was changing in the bedroom... offering me protection. You see, this circus was cursed and eventually I would be slain by the people I called "friends". He / she offered to kill them for me, as long as I helped him / her achieve this. Obviously any sane person would threaten to call security or for help- but that is, until he / she revealed to me a DVD. Not sure what to make of it, I popped this into the video player on my computer in the guest's room.
The DVD cuts off the footage. These so called "friends" were hanging outside my room .. .. . when they discussed this. I stood there horrified, unable to accept what I saw. The cloaked figure suggested for my protection, we end them before I meet mines. Without certainty, I did agree but on one condition . .. I wouldn't slay anyone. I would just gather info on who holds what position on the circus to make the killings easier. I wanted my hands clean, not to be drenched in blood ... I already had a weak stomach knowing they really weren't joking about wanting me dead.
Was this real? How can this circus drive people insane like that? .. . . W-was I already going crazy, to agree on murdering my friends instead of getting the police involved? No .. . I wasn't. They needed to die, before I was killed. I knew the risks, but my mind was already made up. They. Needed. To. DIE.
Started to doubt my Killer's word when he / she decided to murder a Hippo .. . maybe it was either to give a warning or perhaps scare the people out? Either way, I wasn't sure why anyone would kill a caged animal. However, it did help me find out who the hidden detective was ... the one that was trying to find my boss. We couldn't have her live.
Things didn't exactly go as planned, for when my boss poisoned the Spy's food ... the hired circus Medic managed to save her in this. This put a damper on our plans, but worse ... more and more people started giving me these looks. Anxiety grew in me, I had to take a day off from selling tickets mainly because from across the road- Dirty was watching me without blinking once like he was stalking me. This only motivated me to dive further into madness, gathering more clues as to whom held what position in secrecy, demanding they die before I do. At last, the Killer got the Spy with a knife hanging off the poor woman's head. A bit much for my tastes, but food poisoning failed the first time so, you gotta take it up a notch. Besides, everyone was beginning to lose their minds. When I tried to calm someone, Demagogue came up with hell fire in his eyes, this ... chilling look tearing through my soul. He accused me of being involved, and when I declined this- those in the back where hidden in shadow observing. I was getting paranoid and felt it was time to leave for good. This circus was to much for me, so .. I packed my bags and ran. Ran off to safety wherever it may be.
Sadly, they expected this. Like a pack of wolves, they pounced on me from the sides- and tied me like an animal for the harvest. When I plead, screamed, begged ... they smiled. Wicked smiles. My eyes may of been playing tricks, but the sky turned a crimson pink and music played from afar ... music of the damnation ringing in my ears. I wondered what exactly they were going to do with me. That was, until I saw the train tracks. These tracks were five miles away from the circus, and yet I didn't expect my end to take such an ugly turn. Like a child being given a toy, crimson5pheonix tied me up with the support of Dirty Cop. This was absolutely insane, and not only cruel- but unheard of. Couldn't they given me a trial, a fair execution of prison time?! Anything but this. Who ties people to the train tracks, only for a train to end their lives in agonizing pain????? Still, as my last moments there ... laying on the tracks, all I saw was Dirty Cop's face. From the trip here to the end before they left me ... he smiled. The whole time.
A smile in knowing whether I was responsible or not, he wanted me dead.
All I wished was ... to of not been me, and someone else.
Because no one deserves such a twisted fate.
