The group had reconvened after a fruitless day spent scouring for clues.
“Jinkies” said Missing Person, “we’ve looked everywhere and there’s no sign of the trolls anywhere”.
“Yeah, all I found was this thread about you and a tranny MP” said Blindknagg.
Pertho, being the only responsible adult in the group began to take a headcount.
“Hold up, where the hell is orochizoolander? He was here when we started searching” Pertho asked the group.
Alpha, looking up from his Godonic/RadicalFuzz slash tumblr page chimed in with “Oi think ee went that’a way. Somethin ‘bout solving our problems by ‘imself”.
The group all began to call OZ all manner of horrible names, commenting on his tardiness, general lack of participation and horrible taste in indie games. They didn’t even bother forming a search and rescue party, assuming that OZ would stumble in around day 4 like nothing had ever happened.
**Meanwhile, in sub-Saharan Africa: **
Zoolander was exhausted. He’d been travelling non-stop since the sun rose, heading to the source of all of the forum’s problems. ‘Oz old boy, we’ve certainly gotten ourselves into quite the pickle’ Zoolander thought to himself. ‘I know I should have let the others know where I went, but my instincts told me this journey would be fraught with peril and I can’t stand the thought of one of the others being injured’.
Crossing a river, Zoolander’s sixth sense detected danger behind him. Whirling around, his pimp hand lashed out, stunning a toxic Pistol Shrimp that had tried to ambush him. Shaking the water from his boots, he began to cross a hunting trail. His instincts told him another predator was nearby, and wouldn’t you know it a sickly looking Icege lion was sunning itself not 20 feet away. Reading his pimp hand, Zoolander prepared himself to strike.
‘Heh, not today Lion. My instincts are as sharp as eve-‘ Zoolander’s internal monologue was cut short as a Lando Rover came flying out of the scrub nearby. Zoolander’s dying thoughts were for the team, and how grateful he was that he’d journeyed alone.
Screeching to a stop, the vehicle’s owner Groundskeeper Willy stepped out. “Ahh feck, not another bloody tourist. This is going to make me late for my dentist appointment.”
Through the blood pooling in his chest, Zoolander was able to make one last exclamation: “Aw shit! Now I can’t ask for pics of Neesa’s feet!”
orochizoolander was banned! orochizoolander was himself (Roleless Civilian).
Vote Tally:
Orochizoolander: Azure, Bious, BullDancer, chadouken!, Hecatom, Pertho, Raij1n, XthAtGAm3RGuYX
AlphaCommando: Cyntalan
BullDancer: orochizoolander
**DarkGeneral: ** NupoChromine, jasonC
**NupoChromine: ** Blindknagg, Missing Person
**RadicalFuzz (No Lynch): ** AlphaCommando
**No Lynch: ** DarkGeneral
**Did not vote: ** crucades
**Failure to vote in two consecutive phases will result in a DQ. **
** Meanwhile, in Uganda **
Systems admin Knuckles was fruitlessly trying to recover the SRK Lounge thread. click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click “where is de wae? I noe it’s here”.
The incessant clicking coming from the server room within the Ugandan royal palace drove a passing princess mad. “ARRRGGGHHH” with her hands firmly over her ears, the Ugandan Princess ran off the edge of the nearest tower.
It is now night phase. Night phase will end at the time below. Submit all night actions via PM.
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