Err I figured you saying locked votes, the same minute I posted the Sailor moon SNES game joke was like our “2 minute warning” to not post and refresh a lot looking for Kaz!
Real talk Jupiter the realist Sailor Scout there ever was.
Kaz is asleep. Im handling this writeup and vote tallys myself. This is too late for him, so I will be doing all the 9pm phase ends. Still writing. Hold on to your butts.
Lynch Pimp Willy
Night.
Held my butt too long, gotta change my pants
Day 2 - Out like a Real Muthafucking G?
Sonny was staring at the newpaper headline, “Ray Charles drives off cliff; found dead.” He shook his head. No way would Ray Charles drive, he had to have been killed. But nobody else would seem to believe him.
Except Cher.
“I believe you, honey” said Cher. “But you still don’t have any proof. Are you sure you don’t just want to give up?”
Sonny shook his head. “No, I know it’s the truth. I can’t just turn a blind eye to it.” He sighed heavily, accidently knocking over his morning coffee. He lept to his feet, as the liquid landed in his lap. He grabbed the mug and threw it across the room, shattering it against the wall where Cher stood. She flinched. He took a deep breath, and controlled his rage.
“Sorry dear, let me get that” said Sonny. The look on his face was genuine, Cher could tell. This case was just getting the better of him.
“No, let me. I have something you’re gonna want to see.” Sonny looked quizzicaly at her, and Cher handed him her iPad. Loaded onto it was a music video. He watched, and suddenly, he looked at her with a smile.
“I love you honey. Be back later!” With a kiss, he was off out the door.
The drive to compton took a bit longer than he thought. As he looked around, he got stared down by a lot of the gangsters standing on the street, a lot of them throwing weird signs at him. He just kept his eyes on the road, and followed the GPS instructions to his destination.
“You have now arrived at your destination” chimed in the voice.
He looked up. He was deep in the projects now. Against all better judgement, he decided to press on. It took a few minutes to find the correct door, and every minute he was there he felt he was being sized up for one more robbery by the people he passed. He hurried and knocked on the door.
The door swung open, with a shotgun pointed to his face.
“What the fuck do you want, white boy?” said eazy E.
“I need to talk to you… it’s Sonny. Sonny Bono?”
Eazy E lowered the shotgun, and inivited him in. “Sorry about that. Thought you were this other cracker looking for me. Hurry get in here before your old ass gets robbed.” Sonny came in, and the door was shut and deadbolted behind him. Eazy tossed the shotgun onto a small table near the door, covered in assorted weaponry.
“Take a seat” he said, motioning to the couch. Two topless women were sitting there, making out with eachother. A haze of weed filled the room. Sonny tried to object, but Eazy E insisted. Sonny sat down next to the women, who hardly seemed to notice he was there.
“So what can I do you for? Coke?” said Eazy.
“No, nothing like that… I am here to ask to to stop what you’re doing with James Brown.” stammered Sonny.
“James Brown? That motherfucker owes me twenty dollars. You here to pay for him?” asked Eazy, looking at Sonny angrily.
“No, the boy band I mean. The one you’re starting with James Brown. You need to stop it.” Sonny was dead serious. Eazy E looked at him. The women, confused, stopped making out and were looking over at him too. Then they all bust out laughing at the same time.
“This white boy is TRIPPIN! What are you on dawg?” Eazy E laughed.
“Am I?” Sonny pulled out his iPad, unlocked it, and hit play. But nothing happened.
“Oh sorry, no signal… do you have wifi?” asked Sonny.
“Of course, password is NiggasWithAttitude. Network name Gangsta” said Eazy E.
“I see 3 different networks with the name gangster.”
“I said gangsta, not gangter!”
“Ok, it’s connected. sorry.”
He hit play. And up popped this music video.
Almost immediately, his smiled dropped. The two women looked over curious, as the sound of white washed gangster rap flowed over them. One of them got up to go to the other room, as the other gave Eazy a disapproving look.
“I have nothing to do with this, what the fuck” said Eazy E. “My Label sold the song rights, I couldn’t stop them. You have to believe me!”
The girl had just finished sending a text in the other room.
“So… you’re not doing a boy band with James Brown?” asked Sonny.
“Bitch, I’m gonna kill you just for suggesting that!” And he was dead Serious. Eazy E reached for his gun, and sonny dropped the iPad and ran for the door. Just as he got there, it was kicked in. 3 Big, buff dudes stumbled in, each carrying their own gun.
“I hear you going soft, Eazy?” said one of the guys. He reached down, and found the iPad blasting Dynamite Hack to Eazy E’s famous song. “I guess it is true.”
Eazy lifted his gun to shoot them, but the three men opened fire, killing Eazy where he stood.
Sonny used the distraction to make his escape. When he got to his car, all 4 tires were missing, and his car was on cinder blocks.
He pulled out his cell phone as he ran, dialing his best friend.
“Quincy! It’s me, Sonny. I’m in compton and some dudes are trying to kill me. Come pick me up quick!”
“Sorry, I’m sort of busy” said Quincy. He looked over and saw the body of Chuck Berry hanging in a noose. “Chuck Berry killed himself last night. I’m dealing with that. Just call a cab, you’ll be fine.”
“Shit,” Sonny thought to himself, as a low rider rounded the corner fairly fast, and he ducked down an alley to avoid being seen.
Eazy E was 3rdSTRikeLOVE!
**3rdSTRikeLOVE **has 12 hours to submit a last gasp!
**RECESSIONTIME **was killed for INACTIVITY!
Chuck Berry was RECESSIONTIME!
Votes:
3rdstrikelove - AlphaCommando, Blindknagg,bloodymess, Cyntalan, DarkGeneral, forgedigger, pietastic, RadicalFuzz,skizzz, Sumazndude, Vynce, WTF-AKUMA-HAX
AlphaCommando - 3rdstrikelove,Bious, Hecatom, Sovi3t, Synonym, The Chief, The Co-Jones,
DukeC - GodotsRevenge
Missing Person - orochizoolander
orochizoolander - Missing Person
Sumazndude - Oerba
No Vote: Combo_Knight, DukeC, RECESSIONTIME
Failure to vote twice in a row results in a DQ.
Musicians Alive:
3rdSTRikeLOVE Day 2 Lynch
Aidebit Day 1 Lynch
AlphaCommando
Bious
Blindknagg
bloodymess
Combo_Knight
Cyntalan
DarkGeneral
DukeC
Exodus. Night 1 Kill
ForgeDigger
GodotsRevenge
Hecatom
Missing Person
Oerba
orochizoolander
pietastic
RadicalFuzz
RECESSIONTIME Day 2 Inactivity
Skizz
Sovi3t
sumazndude
Synonym
The Chief
The Co-Jones
Vynce
WTF-AKUMA-HAX
It is now night time! NO POSTING! Night will end at 12:00 PM (noon) EST on Feb 13th. Submit your night actions by then.
He said butt, not prostate.
We have our oz of the night everybody!
Alright, I’m trying to be nice here.
I said already that we’ll post before the write up at night as a warning. It’s just best for everyone now. If you see that post, don’t post anything else, not even as a joke. Consider it strike two for everyone.
Why was this so much easier in the past?
:bluu:
The RIGHT + CIRCLE Choke Toss by Viscera will be handed out next. Bank on it.
Easy to avoid. No posting once actions are locked. The whole “get it out of your system while I write it up” is not necessary
Night 2: – Shed So Many Tears
The man rounded the corner, bumping into him. Not even an “Excuse me” as he ran past, pushing him and running scared for his life. For a just a moment, James Brown thought that it was Sonny Bono. He turned to the guy walking with him.
“That looked just like Sonny!” said James Brown.
“No way” said Kevin Richardson, pulling up the hood on his sweater, “What would a guy like that be doing down here in Compton? Last thing you want to be is a white guy in the hood, especially a rich white guy.”
James laughed. “This way, he lives over here.”
Together they walked into the projects – Kevin scared, James confident – looking for their contact. James Brown spotted him through an open door, and went over to it. He poked his head in.
“Tupac?” said James. He saw Tupac, with a couple of his other friends, standing over the dead body of Eazy E. James laughed, while Kevin looked scared as hell. Tupac and his friends gave the white boy a hard stare, before Tupac finally broke the silence and spoke.
“James Brown, Godfather of soul, what brings you back to our slums?” asked Tupac. He lowered his gun, but held it in a way that made it clear that he was not afraid to use it.
“Just need to settle something. Word on the street is, you’re trying to up your cred by acting tough and taking out ‘Soft Niggas,’ is that true?” Tupac laughed, and picked up the iPad, tossing it over to James Brown. It still had Dynamite Hack playing on it.
“Yeah, so what?” asked Tupac. “You have a problem with that?”
“I have a problem with anybody who is going to come between me, and money. So, we need to settle this.” Tupac looked confused, until one of the topless woman spoke up.
“I heard Sonny in here talking about Eazy working with James Brown, right before I sent you that Text” she said. James’ ears perked up. He gave a sideways glance to Kevin.
“So, Sonny was here?” said James. Tupac nodded.
“He saw what went down. I have a couple of my boys looking for him on the streets now. Won’t be long, and then I can take care of that problem too. But word on the street is, you’re trying to start a boy band.” He looked Kevin up and down. “Hey, aren’t you that Backstreet Boy motherfucker?”
Kevin glanced at the men nervously. But James Brown stood his ground.
“You stay out of our way, and we won’t have a problem” insisted James.
“Afraid I can’t do that. I’m bringing gangsta rap back, fuck all these studio gangsters selling out. I’m taking it back to the streets. Fuck your boy band bullshit.” Tupac stared dead into James’ eyes. And in that moment, Kevin knew shit was about to go down.
It happened so fast.
“Guess we’ll see who the real nigga is now!” said James, pulling up a sawed off shotgun from beneath his coat. He was very fast for an old man.
Tupac’s two accomplices were too busy eying the naked women to realize just what was going down. They reacted too slowly, and one shotgun blast was enough to catch both of them, knocking them backwards and to the ground. Their Mac-10’s sprayed into the air as they fell back, dotting the walls. A mother screamed upstairs as the bullets ripped through her baby’s nursery.
Tupac raised his gun, and fired right at James Brown. The bullet caught James in the thigh, dropping him to his knees. But ever vigilant, he turned his shotgun, and blasted Tupac right in the stomach, sending his insides splattering everywhere. Tupac was knocked backwards, dying.
James used every last might of his energy to stand up, and hobble over to Tupac. Kevin peered out from behind the couch he had dove behind, looking nervously.
“Godfather? Are you ok?” he asked.
James Brown dropped the shotgun, and instead pulled out an old school revolver. He aimed it right at Tupac’s head.
“Any last words?”, sneered James Brown, with a smirk on his face.
“Just one” coughed Tupac, sputtering blood from his mouth. “Bitch.”
There was a loud bang.
James Brown dropped to the floor, dead, his head split open. Kevin looked over, and saw the topless woman from before, with a double barrel shotgun, standing in the doorway. She turned and pointed it at Kevin, and pulled the trigger again.
It clicked, empty. As she struggled to reload the shells, Kevin darted out the door and ran for his life.
As he rounded the corner out of the projects, a hand reached out and knocked him to the ground.
“Get his shoes, Nigga” he heard, as a couple of guys fumbled through his pockets, stealing anything they could.
His vision was blurred, but started to come through. As it came back into focus, he looked up, and saw a familiar face looking back at him.
“You?” said Kevin. But it was all he could say, before the gun fired and shot him in the head, leaving an unrecognizable corpse on the floor. The shooter sniggled as he put his old revolver back into his jacket. “Two shots left.”
As the men scattered, the shooter happened to look down and notice another bullet lying on the ground. “I better pick this up, I could probably use it later.”
The funeral was closed casket. Many famous people were in attendance, including Sonny Bono. James Brown’s music played over the sobs of the audience, bringing some life to the somber place.
“James, I’m sorry. This went too far. It was just a boy band…” Sonny sobbed over the casket of James Brown.
The 5 men sat in the back of the church, staring coldly at Sonny Bono.
“You know what we have to do now, right?” said one.
“Yeah,” said another man. “This isn’t just about money or fame anymore.”
A third nodded. “This is about revenge.”
The fourth smirked. “Sweet, Sweet Revenge.”
The last one looked on, cold as ice. “It’s time to destroy Sonny Bono, and everything he loves. I’ve got a special suit and tie for this occasion………”
Cher consoled Sonny, over the casket. Both of their lives were about to take a disastrous turn for the worse.
Kevin Richardson was DukeC!!!
Tupac was The Co-Jones!!!
James Brown was AlphaCommando!!!
@The Co-Jones, please send your last gasp with formatting. You have 12 hours to do so.
**Musicians Alive:[b/]
3rdSTRikeLOVE Day 2 Lynch
Aidebit Day 1 Lynch
AlphaCommando Night 2 Kill
Bious
Blindknagg
bloodymess
Combo_Knight
Cyntalan
DarkGeneral
DukeC Night 2 Kill
Exodus. Night 1 Kill
ForgeDigger
GodotsRevenge
Hecatom
Missing Person
Oerba
orochizoolander
pietastic
RadicalFuzz
RECESSIONTIME Day 2 Inactivity
Skizz
Sovi3t
sumazndude
Synonym
The Chief
The Co-Jones Night 2 Kill
Vynce
WTF-AKUMA-HAX
It is now day phase, voting will end at 12AM EST on 2/15/14.
DAY 1 MOTHERFUCKERS. DAY 1.
AND Y’ALL THOUGHT I WAS SHIT AT READS. FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
lol@ calling TCJ’s bluff. Nice. Looks like that role claim wasn’t the worst thing you could have done, -Jones.
I see there is a vigilante after all. Also good news.
3rdstrikelove’s Last Gasp:
You guys don’t really even deserve a proper LG. AC and Pie are 100 percent mafia. Bloodymess and Blindknagg are highly suspicious. The Fuzz stuff from yesterday wasn’t real, so that would make fluff look bad. Also, as most likely one mafia voted for AC, be careful of Co-jones and Synonym. If Duke was telling the truth about being mafia, then I would kill Synonym. Anyway I’ve given way more than I should have. Shame on you guys.
Lynch Bious
Holy shit that went well. That was a pretty awesome mixup by The Co-Jones with the slight misinformation on his roleclaim. I guess the mafia thought that they could two for one us by getting him to pick a civ to kill, but they did not expect him to be a real nigga. Good job by the vigi as well. Seems like they have 3 more stocks to use.
But seriously, he should’ve been dead day 1 and we all are to blame; me for not pushing it enough and you all who voted 3rd for pussyfooting lynching him just cause you thought he deserved another day. That is the stupidest excuse for lynching someone ever.
Cute, but no.
I have some other people in mind now that Alpha is finally dead.