@ForgeDigger I’ll be looking forward to it :tup:.
I’m back. Reading through.
If Oerba turns up Mafia, I suggest we keep following Syn’s LG.
If not I would like to see Cyntalan shot.
Voting to lynch Oerba tonight. If I thought it would matter I’d vote pie but it’s obvious Oerba’s getting lynched at this point.
SAD I’ll update you at 11:59:59 so you can send your vote in man.
Mine’s already in, someone predicted I would vote Sad or Oerba way back when/ so find that post/or vote oerba or SAD, you could do that too
Lynch Oerba
30 minutes to lock and writeup.
Here’s a tip, if it’s after 12:00 AM EST, DON’T FUCKING POST
Yeah, fine, whatever. Shoot me. Whatever. If it gets us moving further, to victory, do it. Just be sure this isn’t forgotten when you see my alignment. I’ve had the weekend from hell and haven’t even had the chance to catch up on this thread, only remembering moments before deadline this even existed.
I’m doing as I said, however. Lynch Oerba.
ACTIONS LOCKED. Writeup coming soon. NO POSTING!
Day 4 - Welcome Home
The entire musical community had turned out for Quincy Jones’ funeral. Every sat, teary eyed, as people took turns getting up to talk about how Quincy had impacted their life. Having been run over by a car, that was no way for a legend to go out. The execution style bullet sealed the deal. It made Sonny sick. He knew it was payback… payback for James Brown.
Sonny stood up and started to storm out of the funeral. Cher tried to console him, but he yanked his arm away in a way that was almost childish. He was almost out of the door, when a man he didn’t recognize stopped him.
“Sonny?” said the voice. “This was left to you, by Quincy. He said if he didn’t return for some reason, I was to give this to you, and only you.” Sonny eyed the man curiously.
“I’m done chasing ghosts” said Sonny. The man insisted, pressing the envelope into Sonny’s hands. He reluctantly took it, and left the funeral.
Back home, in the dark, he sat with his half empty bottle of scotch. The envelope sat, unopened on his desk. Cher appeared in the doorway.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” she asked. Sonny just shook his head. “You should. It was Quincy’s last wish.”
“I’m done with this boy band nonsense. It’s going to get everyone I care about killed.” He looked up at Cher, tears welling in his eyes. “It’s going to cause me to lose you.” He paused. “Or vice versa.”
Cher sat beside him on the couch. She laid her hand on his knee. “We’re in this together. They’re not going to stop just because you did. The only way to protect me… us … is to finish this.” She leaned over, and grabbed the envelope.
“Let’s do this together.”
They opened the envelope, and inside was a dvd. They popped it in, and hit play. Quincy appeared on the screen.
“Hello, Sonny. If you’re seeing this… then the worst I feared is true. I am dead. But I need you to follow up on my death. Don’t let them scare you or intimidate you… for me, you need to finish this.”
Sonny nodded, and Cher grabbed his hand.
“Tonight I am looking into Brian Littrell.” Quincy paused.
“Who?” said Cher and Sonny together at the same time.
Quincy answered, almost as if he was really still alive. “I know, I didn’t know him either. He was a backstreet boy. Now he’s a christian pop singer. If I don’t return alive… he’s the one you go after. Farewell.”
The video clicked black.
With a bit of googling, it turned out Brian was having a concert that very night in LA. The two were there in no time.
Dozens of good, christian girls had turned up, each wearing matching pledge rings. They had promised to god, and themselves, not to have sex before marriage. Sonny and Cher watched Brian perform god awful music, lacking even any semblance of talent to it. But the girls ate it up. He performed a short set, and then quickly disappeared offstage.
Sonny and Cher, being famous, were able to talk their way backstage. They entered the vip area, and noticed a closed off door. They knocked, but there was no answer. Sonny put his ear to the door, and heard what sounded like somebody struggling. Wasting no time, he kicked in the door, rushing in to help the girl he heard struggling.
Inside, he saw Brian balls deep in a chick doggy style, her large breast flapping as he thrust inside her, her purity ring still worn on her finger. In the corner of the room, another girl sat masturbating and watching, waiting for her turn. As they saw Sonny and cher enter, they hurried up, grabbed their clothes, and rushed out.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?” said Brian, standing up. He was still rock hard, and Cher was having a hard time looking away. Brian noticed. “Did you come for some of this yourself, Cher?” said Brian. Cher looked away nervously. He reached into his pants, hanging over the edge of a chair ,and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up.
“So, I guess you’re hear about Quincy?” said Brian. He exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“So, you did do it then?” said Sonny.
“Of course. He was prying too close to the truth. When I was in the backstreet boy, I was able to bang any girl I wanted. Sure, they were just banging me to get closer to the rest of the guys, but I was ok with that. I was the gatekeeper!” he slammed his fist down. “I got to fuck all the girls first. No sloppy seconds. Thats what’s with this persona” said Brian, waving his hand in the air at nothing in particular. “All the virgins you could want.”
Cher looked disgusted. Sonny clenched his hands into a fist.
“You know, I had a good run. But the best part?” he paused, looking Sonny dead in the eye, taking a long drag on the cigarette, blowing it out as he spoke. “Was watching Quincy beg for his life like a bitch.”
Brian smiled.
And Sonny beat him to death, right there, in his dressing room.
Brian Littrell was Oerba!
It is now night phase, NO MORE POSTING!
You have 12 hours to submit your night actions, due Feb 17th at 12:00 PM EST
Vote Results:
**Oerba **- Bious, Blindknagg, bloodymess, Cyntalan, ForgeDigger, Hecatom, Oerba, Pietastic, RadicalFuzz, Skizzz, Sumazndude, The Chief, Vynce
WTF-AKUMA -HAX - Sovi3t
The Chief - WTF-AKUMA-HAX
No vote: GodotsRevenge
If GodotsRevenge does not vote tomorrow, he will be Disqualified!
Glad to see it posted, SRK has been crashed for me for the last 25 minutes
Okay, those are some fucking weird votes.
Also I have nothing to say about last night other than “I’d do it again in a heartbeat”
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t do it again in a heartbeat.
@bloodymess has been disqualified for posting at night.
John Lennon was bloodymess.
You will not get a lasp gasp.
Write up will be late. My apologies. Busy day at work today.
I also clarified with Kaz, just to be clear there is to be no posting until the write up goes up. He’s estimating around 1:00 PM PST, so 4 hour delay.
The results will be worth the wait I think
Night 4: 2 Legit 2 quit
He stalked through the night, gun in hand. He couldn’t believe the betrayal of the god father, they were good friends. James Brown had even appeared in one of his music videos! How could Hammer sell him out like that? He had to pay.
He found an upstairs window unlocked, and pushed his way in easily enough. Creeping through the house, he noticed quite a bit of Christian paraphernalia around the house. At the top of the stairs, a life sized Jesus on the cross was nailed here. The eyes followed him as he moved, causing a creepy sensation as if he were being watched. But he shook it off, and continued to search the house for Hammer.
He found him, sitting in his study in an oversized chair beside a roaring fire, reading the bible. The man raised his gun, pointed it at Hammer, and cleared his throat. Hammer looked up, and seeing the man, startled himself half to death, falling off the chair. His drink flew across the room, spilling onto the carpet, and the bible landed in the flames of the fire, burning it up. Hammer sat, sprawled on the floor, watching this man pointing a gun at him.
“What do you want?” said Hammer.
“You’ve fallen pretty far from somebody who used to be on ‘Death Row Records’ MC Hammer.” said the man.
“It’s just Hammer now” said Hammer. “And I’m in a new chapter of my life.”
“Correction” said the man. “You’re in the final chapter of your life.” Hammers eyes went wide in fear.
The man looked up at his handiwork. Where once hung the Jesus Statue, now hung Hammer. Nails were put in both his hands ,and his feet were nailed together at the base. His head slumped to the side, beaten and swollen with bruises, hanging lifeless. The man smiled.
Nobody disrespects James Brown. He opened his cell phone, and found the Tweet by Hammer sent the night before. “@MCHammer: Sad to see a Legend like James Brown fall so far. The devil is evil. #ripjames” The man took his camera phone, snapped a picture of Hammer, and replied to the tweet with just that single picture of a dead Hammer. He smiled.
Justice served.
He left the house, grabbing an apple on the way out, and drove home in Hammers car. Of course, the bastard would have his own music in the CD Player. “U Can’t Touch This” blared over the stereo.
“I guess I did touch this, after all” he said, taking the last bite out of the apple and discarding it out the window.
When he got home, he rushed in the door, eager to share his story with the rest of the band.
“Guys, check this picture out…” he said, but as he looked up, he was shocked.
Lying dead, with their pants around their ankles and their hand on their dick, was Justin Timberlake. On the TV, static flickered across the screen. He rushed back to find the other band member, but as he turned the hallway, he tripped over something and fell flat to the ground. He turned around, and looked, and saw the corpse of Nick Lachey.
He stood up, ran to his room, and slammed the door shut.
“Alright, I’m going to kill MC Hammer” said the man. Neither of the two other guys there seemed to care, and he closed the door and left without another word.
“Finally, I thought that guy would never leave” said Justin Timberlake. Nick Lachey laughed.
“No kidding,” said Nick. “Why James Brown picked him, I’ll never know.”
“Hey Nick,” said Justin. “Do you still have sex tapes with you and Jessica Simpson you kept hidden?” Nick looked over shocked. “What? You don’t have sex tapes?”
Nick shook his head nervously. “No, why do you ask?” Justin Held up a VHS tape. “I still have some of me and Brittney Spears. Was hoping you’d want to trade.” In a flash, Nick was off to his room and back, holding his own VHS tape up.
Panting and out of breath, he struggled to say “I… have… mind… here.” and quickly snatched the Brittney/Justin sex tape out of his hands, and disappeared off to his bedroom with a quickness, slamming the door shut. Justin laughed.
Justin got up, slipped the tape into the VCR, and returned to the couch. He pulled his pants down to his ankles, and began to stroke himself to the images of Jessica Simpson stripping down while Nick Lachey encouraged her from behind the camera. This was just the stress relief he needed.
He was so into the video, he never saw the figure step out of the shadows behind him. Just as Jessica was ready to take the entire 4 inches of Nick down her throat, the shadowy figure reached out, and stabbed Justin in the throat, moving his knife and slitting him ear to ear. Justin struggled, but was held down and bled to death right there on the couch.
Meanwhile, Nick was busy beating his meat. He had fast forwarded through the scenes with just Brittney masturbating on the bed, and was anxiously watching Justin give Brittney a facial. For a brief moment, he wondered why his eyes were drawn more to the 10” of Justin’s man meat rather the naked sex symbol at the top of her peak – she was even wearing her school girl outfit from ‘…Baby one more time’ – but he figured he could sort that out later, as he felt the orgasm start to come. He laid back, exhausted.
And that’s when he heard a noise from outside the door.
“Justin?” he said. Was it finally going to happen? Nick had felt the sexual tension for a long time… maybe he was testing to see if he wanted to make a new tape tonight? Nick swelled with excitement. He rushed to the door, and flung it open.
A man was standing there. Nick recognized the face.
“You!” said Nick, and the figure busted him across the head with his handgun. Nicks vision blurred, and he started to crawl down the hallway. “Justin!” he called for. But he was silenced by a shot to the back of the head. The man looked down, and found a bullet on the floor beside the corpse.
“Lucky me,” he thought. He placed it into his pocket. And then he noticed the TV, playing a sex tape between Nick and Jessica. He ejected the tape. “Jackpot!” he said to himself. Searching Nick’s room, he found the tape with Justin and Brittney. Brittney was just lubing up her strapown, with Justin bent over the edge of the bed. He ejected that tape too. “Double jackpot” he smiled to himself.
He was going to be rich.
Next stop, TMZ.
Hammer was Bious!
Justin Timberlake was ForgeDigger!
Nick Lachey was WTF-AKUMA-HAX!
@Bious, you have 12 hours to submit a last gasp.
Musicians alive:
3rdSTRikeLOVE Day 2 Lynch
Aidebit Day 1 Lynch
AlphaCommando Night 2 Kill
Bious Night 4 Kill
Blindknagg
bloodymess Disqualified for posting at night
Combo_Knight Night 3 Kill
Cyntalan
DarkGenera Night 3 Kill
DukeC Night 2 Kill
Exodus. Night 1 Kill
ForgeDigger Night 4 Kill
GodotsRevenge
Hecatom
Missing Person Night 3 Kill
Oerba Day 4 Kill
orochizoolander Day 3 Lynch
pietastic
RadicalFuzz
RECESSIONTIME Day 2 Inactivity
Skizzz
Sovi3t
sumazndude
Synonym Night 3 Kill
The Chief
The Co-Jones Night 2 Kill
Vynce
WTF-AKUMA-HAX Night 4 Kill
It is now day phase. Votes are due by 12AM EST on 2/19/14.
…Ok…
You should have known better BM 
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I guess that explains WAH’s random vote on Chief then.
Might as well make a “trust” list for the hell of it.
Trusts:
-Sovi3t (Been pushing for WAH)
-sumazndude (Both Forge and WAH turning out mafia after what transpired yesterday makes you a civ for me as of now)
-The Chief (Been helping the civ’s cause since day one. That list being spot on is somewhat uncanny though.)
-Vynce
Undecided:
-Cyntalan
-GodotsRevenge
-Hecatom
-pietastic
-RadicalFuzz
-Skizzz
Out of the undecided ones I trust Fuzz/Pie the most but that’s mostly because the others have been wallflowering hard this game.