Which one of you chumps didn't submit your kill yet?
The secret killer, of course.
Which one of you chumps didn't submit your kill yet?
The secret killer, of course.
Night 2 has ended.
Summary up in a bit.
DON'T. RUSH. IT."a bit"
The gentle breeze quietly shared its love with the faces of the surviving Magnificent 4. Plankton quickly realized that he was, by far, outclassed by his rivals. I mean, they had multiple cells. Even then, he lost no heart and prepared his mechasuit to bring the pain. He had a plan, a risky, cunning plan. He could see ahead of everyone else. He did not need to be the fastest, he just needed to hit when the moment was right...
Dawkins, in his own way. was close to the same conclusion. He knew what he needed to be done. He was, after all, omniscient. His divine powers gave him knowledge far outside the reach of human capacity of understanding. He could just make a T-Shirt out of his own free will, but what would be the fun of that? He wanted his creatures to provide one to them, unwillingly. Angelic music filled the air, slowly at first, but constantly rising.
Dawkins started to glow with a holy light, feet rising from the ground and floating ethereally into the sky. The other 3 couldn´t help but open their mouth in confusion and reverence, and Richard raised more and more, his power not worthy of mortal eyes. The angelic music had reached mind shattering decibels and Dawkins was growing stronger and stronger, power to destroy all his enemies. Power beyond what was possible. Power that made the 3 rivals cower in fear. Power so powerfully powerfully, not only a god like Richard Dawkins himself could handle.
He exploded from pure awesome.
Kristoffer, the Richard Dawkins, has died
Welcome to The Salty Spitoon [Mafia]
You are Richard Dawkins, the REAL GOD.
Sure, you published all those books claiming to be an atheist, but the truth is you don´t want THEM to find out YOU are the real deity! Then they would want you to solve their problems, and who has time for that? Not you. Screw them.
You are aligned with no one. You win when only you remain alive in the game.
You can kill another player each night. You also have a vote on the day.
PM me the command Eliminate: <player1> to get rid of a murderous rival.
Remember, every single player has a different priority when killing, and you will have to figure out where your priority stands.
Also, you might or might not have a special ability, maybe your kill is special? Maybe your vote is? Only I (And the Spectator thread) knows.
PM with any questions. Have fun!
The Game thread is here
Keanu... John Wick was having the shittiest day ever, he was feeling down in his luck, so down not even his dashing looks were enough to cheer him up. Witnessing a God just blew up, on the other hand, was clearly the highlight of his day. Clearly impressed, he didn´t notice the two big, sharp wounds that playfully rebounded inside his body.
His path of violence and revenge had finally got to him, beaten by a blondie and a green blob. Not a bad way to go, I guess.
CzarTim. the John Wick, has died
Welcome to The Salty Spitoon [Mafia]
You are John Wick, Keanu Reeves in disguise.
I guess you are back, huh.
You are aligned with no one. You win when only you remain alive in the game.
You can kill another player each night. You also have a vote on the day.
PM me the command Eliminate: <player1> to get rid of a murderous rival.
Remember, every single player has a different priority when killing, and you will have to figure out where your priority stands.
Also, you might or might not have a special ability, maybe your kill is special? Maybe your vote is? Only I (And the Spectator thread) knows.
PM with any questions. Have fun!
The Game thread is hereWesker took off his sunglasses and give them a nice, quick clean. Plankton, eyebrow frowning, faced him.
"I see we got the same idea huh."
Wesker ignored Plankton´s comment, and kept on wiping and wiping. Plankton was getting impatient.
"Hey, cornhead, you gonna fight or what? I don´t have all day you know."
A red glow suddenly sparkled in the man´s eyes. With a grunt, his face started to grow weird, tentacle like appendages, his arms and twisted and his whole body changed shape. He was more monster than man now.
Plankton peed his pants a little.
"Well, talk about unexpected. Now would be a perfect time for me to transform too"
But of course, he couldn´t, that would be too convenient. Don´t you think?
"Uh... please?"
...all right, for the fans, I guess.
Plankton felt a force push him from inside his stomach, like air. Hot, hot air, filling him, feeding him. He grew and grew, just like my selfsteem when entering college, until his body reached the ultimate physical apex. He was a contender now.
The both of them, weirdly grossed out by the ridiculous aspect of the abomination they had in their way, raised their arms.
A rooster crowed in the distance.
Nah, Splinter was at the bottom. He killed fireblend, remember? But king kitty was too busy shooting you.I am guessing Splinter has the higher priority!
Dead thread pls
Nah, Splinter was at the bottom. He killed fireblend, remember? But king kitty was too busy shooting you.
Everything went exactly as the old gypsy lady said.
Ssshhhh go to dead thread
Seriously why kill czar guys. He has 0.5 votes. One of you could have won by now
Godzilla vs Gamera.
Superman vs Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku
Kitty vs Bath time.
Some forces of nature are not meant to face each other. Sometimes, they have in order to keep peace. Sometimes, they lust for strength mightier than their own. To be beaten, to be defeated, to not feel alone in the world.
This time... a T-Shirt was all it took.
The two golems clashed their bodies against each other, blood and sweat generously pouring all over their disfigured faces and fine toned muscled. Deafening yells and grunts from the top of their lungs could be heard between the punches.
The went on and on, trading blow for blow, with each hit losing a bit of their humanity, of their conscience. Again and again and again. All they knew was what was in front of them, the mass they had to destroy and the pain in their soul.
Wesker was giving a massive beating to poor plankton, his biochemical perfection was no match for the feisty green mass, and have pushed Plankton so far back that they were fighting near the Chum Bucket. Plankton, desperate, protected himself as he could and, in a swift motion, took the giant bucket from his restaurant sign and shoved it in Wesker´s head.
Taking this chance, Plankton raised his fist high, and, with a motion stolen from the best of Thor comics, hammered down. Wesker was a bit slow in his reaction, and got a full, devastating blow it was impossible for him to recover from.
"Got ya you little *horn noise*, you piece of *bike bell*, you flippant *dog bark* you..."
Plankton stopped mid sentence. His mouth opened in terror. From inside the bucket, below his feet, what seemed like hundreds of tentacles started climbing his arm. Plankton tried to remove his arm, but it was too late, he saw in horror how more and more tentacles covered him, with painful precision, and could feel thousands of little sharp objects entering his body.
"No... this is not at all like my plan. No... Nooo!"
He could feel every single bit lurking and exploring his inside, destroying them.
"I thought this was a *scratched disk* kids cartoon, what is happening, oh my god this was n-"
The tentacles entered his mouth and his eye, he was now completely covered in darkness. He could feel his consciousness fading away. It was calm, warm... cheerful.
For the first time of his life, he felt... happy.
For the very first time.
SalvaPot said:Welcome to The Salty Spitoon [Mafia]
You are Plankton, Restaurant Owner.
Not only do you have to deal with the Krusty Krab and their stupid Secret Formula, now you have a rival bar trying to get the few low life costumers you have! Well, its time to get rid of them.
You are aligned with no one. You win when only you remain alive in the game.
You can kill another player each night. You also have a vote on the day.
PM me the command Eliminate: <player1> to get rid of a murderous rival.
Remember, every single player has a different priority when killing, and you will have to figure out where your priority stands.
Also, you might or might not have a special ability, maybe your kill is special? Maybe your vote is? Only I (And the Spectator thread) knows.
PM with any questions. Have fun!
The Game thread is here
The Salty Spitoon doors opened and all kinds of quirky people exited in the more violent way possible. It was a complete riot, with bodies leaving through the window, fishmen punching each other in their way home and motorcycles riding into the sunset. Only one thing they had in common, a nice, bright, white T-shirt with the words "The DIO Salty Spitoon".
The chatter died down when the last couple people, and what seemed to be a squirrel, disappeared in the distance. A man went out of the bar with a trash bag and started picking up root beer bottles in the classiest way possible, pulling impossible stylish poses with every pick up and shouting WRRRRRRYYY at every chance. Dio was cheerfully doing the clean-up.
He stumbled into a naked man, just lying on the floor, barely awake.
"Wake up kid, get out of my sight"
He threw a kick, strong enough to chop off the head of a horse, in the direction of the naked man. Surprisingly, his kick was stopped.
"Uuugh, I hate when I have to do that"
The naked man stood up and picked up his glasses, he looked up at the barman.
"You again"
Dio looked at him and, with a smirk in his face, gave a knowing nod. He gave his back to Wesker and walked in the direction of his bar. But before entering, he took off the T-shirt he was wearing and threw it from behind his shoulder.
The T-shirt floated for a bit, and, gently, fell into the floor.
Wesker could only smile.
SalvaPot said:Welcome to The Salty Spitoon [Mafia]
You are Albert Wesker, Stylish Bastard.
Somehow you always to come on top, maybe because you are so goddamn stylish. Or evil. Either one. Both maybe.
You are aligned with no one. You win when only you remain alive in the game.
You can kill another player each night. You also have a vote on the day.
PM me the command Eliminate: <player1> to get rid of a murderous rival.
Remember, every single player has a different priority when killing, and you will have to figure out where your priority stands.
Also, you might or might not have a special ability, maybe your kill is special? Maybe your vote is? Only I (And the Spectator thread) knows.
PM with any questions. Have fun!
The Game thread is here
Salva, do you mind if I run a version of this game next or were you planning on running another one?
And Obi-Wan said, "Use the force, Kris."5)Kristoffer -->Fireblend-->kingkitty-->Sorian-->*Splinter-->Hiperactivity
6)Hyperactivity-->Kristoffer
grats splinter!!! well played everyone else!!!
salva, i LOVE your flavour <3 oh also, that fanfic you wrote about DR first day was just very cute <3 you really have a terrific eye for humour
Czar was in a hard place with this one, but splinter was pretty adamant in what he needed to do. Splinter called his pm "necessary gambit" and it paid off. In the other hand, if kingkitty had killed splinter instead of czar, he would have won in the day time with his vote. So close!
These people should not be trusted in future alliances:
Makai
Kristoffer
Hyperactivity
kingkitty
You all suck, we had a plan!