Blargohunt has ended after 25 hours of feverish game.
Game: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tvisfvr4EpeB
Spectator: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tfDudMVAZuy
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...Let's not do this again any time soon.
Just pick someone other than Blarg, jesus.
Just pick someone other than Blarg, jesus.
Blargohunt has ended after 25 hours of feverish game.
Game: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tvisfvr4EpeB
Spectator: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tfDudMVAZuy
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...Let's not do this again any time soon.
I actually liked it, and not just because I won. Just need to clamp down on the fake names and spectator crossover chatter.
I actually liked it, and not just because I won. Just need to clamp down on the fake names and spectator crossover chatter.
It was fun overall but i would have gone insane if it lasted more than a week.
I honestly don't get the complaints. If you can't handle a little bit of pressure, don't join. For the most part it was fairly civilized, except for the Corgi stuff.
That was actually super fun, Burb, thanks for hosting!
To all those who thought I was Launch,you clearly don't know him very well lol
Blargohunt has ended after 25 hours of feverish game.
Game: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tvisfvr4EpeB
Spectator: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/tfDudMVAZuy
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...Let's not do this again any time soon.
Yeah. The Corgi thing was bullshit. Die, Hyperactivity.
Did anyone think i was Chihuahua before my fuck up? Why did a few of you think i was Karkador and a few thought i was spaniel?
We haven't played a game together, how would you know what I'm like...?
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Did anyone think i was Chihuahua before my fuck up? Why did a few of you think i was Karkador and a few thought i was spaniel?
Did anyone think i was Chihuahua before my fuck up? Why did a few of you think i was Karkador and a few thought i was spaniel?
You guys thought I was czartim
hahahahahahahahhaha
QUACK QUACK
Best game of mafia so far
You guys thought I was czartim
hahahahahahahahhaha
QUACK QUACK
Best game of mafia so far
We haven't played a game together, how would you know what I'm like...?
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Your reactions are very unique. You post like a real person lol.i don't know how else to describe it.
I'm disappointed not more of you spoke in rhymes.
It was hilarious to see who people were pegging as Never Forever, and who people thought Shepherd was. I suppose I'm one of the more unknown quantities, so it was only to be expected.
All my rudeness was trying to capture the character of Blargonaut, but it ended up being too imbibed with qualities of me, so it went a bit wrong. Love you all really xoxo
Your reactions are very unique. You post like a real person lol.i don't know how else to describe it.
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.
No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.
Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.
Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.
So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.
Pablo Neruda is one of my favourite poets
I have Election 2016 Mafia ready to go.
If Haly gives me the go-ahead, I'll host it on QT (or GAF).
16 Players
Regular Mafia game - no gimmicks, day/night cycle.