Listen to @DarkGeneral, he articulated what i was trying to say better…
*I don’t know if that’s a compliment or if I’m just a sucker… Though while you’re here, why did you react so explosively and come flying off the cuff to proclaim you’re UC. At that point only 3 people had put their votes on you which more is a little more than 25% of our total player base. *
BullDancer (5) - GodotsRevenge, Azure, Saitsu, Manx, Pietastic
Azure (1) - BullDancer
Manx (1) - Synonym
Have not voted: The Co-Jones, Neesa, DarkGeneral, Mobius
*@BullDancer you should answer my questions, if you have any hope of surviving this lynch wagon then you will need to convince me along with the other 4 non-voters to make this a hung jury. *
I fixed that for you:
Lynch Bulldancer
I somehow got a feeling that Bulldancer is gonna come up clean. We ain’t finding out though until later, and if he’s clean then I think GodotsRevenge would be a solid lynch target for the next day phase. This assuming that he’s not offed at night (if he’s also clean).
Damn it, I was right about to edit when it hit me: does the vote have to be underlined?
I’ll re post it just in case.
Lynch: BullDancer
Lynch: BullDancer
Why in the fuck would the real UC come out and expose his or her head, just because you role claimed?
This presumes you aren’t the UC.
Because I was being voted for and didn’t want to die…
But whatever you’re fools for doing this, I’m good…
Like who powerplays at the beginning of a game, this is absolute nonsense…
Play passively I’m sure it will do yall better in the end…
@Co-Jones
What kind of logic is I think he’s going to come up clean, so I think I should vote for him?
Nice…
Just woke up. Sorry. Nevertheless, you kinda put it on yourself, BD. The flip-flopping and role-claiming this early was too much of a red flag to ignore. You’ve played enough games before for this to be a rookie mistake.
Lynch: BullDancer
Votes are now locked. Writeup Incoming.
I’m not convinced that you’re mafia. To me, it sounded like last game salt more than anything really. I have GR on my radar if you do turn up clean. Otherwise, I’m an idiot.
Doesn’t GreatCowLord usually throw out the random role claims? In the few games I played, it’s usually what happened.
Day 1: He who burns twice as fast…
The crowd stood in their defensive positions in the Intelligence room, watching for anybody from Team BLU to sneak into their base. The rhythmic whir of the Sentry gun pacing back and forth was the only thing breaking the silence of the room.
Until the voice, that is.
“Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!” said the announcer, echoing through the halls of 2Fort. “BLU Spies are in the base.”
“What?” said Azure, looking around confused. “I don’t see any spies?”
“Everybody, line up now!” said Pietastic, and everybody fell into a line shoulder to shoulder. **Pietastic **began to count all of the people down the line.
“Nine… Ten…” he said, and stopped. “Ten? There’s only supposed to be nine of us! One of you is the spy!”
Everybody looked around nervously.
Saxton Hale fixed the paper mask on his head, to make sure it didn’t slip off. The others stared right into his eyes, and continued to look around. They really didn’t notice. “Blooming idiots” he muttered.
“Ok, so we have a spy in our base” said GodotsRevenge, “how do we flush him out?”
“Maybe we can just set everybody on fire?” said DarkGeneral. “I’ll do it myself…”
“No, wait, there’s a better way” said Saitsu. “Let’s ask a trivia question only somebody from team RED would know.”
Everybody nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I got it” said Mobius, “What color does Team Red wear? On the count of three… One… Two… Three!”
9 people shouted “Red!” in unison.
“I don’t know, I’m color blind” said the 10th. Everybody eyed him suspiciously.
“What?” said Manx, “I’m not the spy I’m just Color Blind!”
At that moment, the 11th person came into the room, to catch everyone crowding around **Manx **and accusing him of being the spy. **Bulldancer **called for every bodies attention, and got it. They all stood looking at him dumbfounded.
“Ok, guys, I have a plan, so listen to me. All we have to do is divide ourselves into small groups of 3, and watch each others backs. Don’t let the other 2 people out of their sight. If anybody turns up dead, we found the group our spy is in. If nobody dies, we can continue to research each one individually. We can conduct thorough background checks, or we can just light them on fire and see if they burn, whichever seems more apprioriate. With careful planning and consideration, we can find this spy without the need to lose any life at all.” **BullDancer **smiled at his logic, glad to have surely won over his teammates with his faultless logic. He Continued on.
“Mrphm mmmph Mrphm mmmmph” mumbled **BullDancer **from behind his gas mask. His words washed over the crowd, lost in the mumbles. Nobody could understand a word that he said. But the presence of this eleventh person, babbling, caused everybody else to have the same idea.
The Co-Jones grabbed a nearby baseball bat. “Let’s get ourselves a spy, boys!”
**BullDancers **eyes shot open wide, as he backed up against the wall, pleading with the crowd to stop making a mistake. He kept motioning to the Flamethrower he was carrying, trying to get somebody – anybody – to believe him. But it was too late.
His thoughts went to his wife, whom he hadn’t seen in a decade. He turned his head to the lockers nearby, smiling as he saw her purse hanging in his locker. “Soon, my love, soon we will be reunited again.” His vison started to go dark, as the scout yelled “Bonk!” and smashed his head in with a baseball bat. And then all was still. He felt like he was floating through nothingness – then he saw her. His wife was there, waiting for him with open arms. He floated towards her, a sense of happiness filling him he had not had in a long time.
Then, as if pulled by a rope, he was yanked backwards, sending his wife out of his reach, as the darkness began to be replaced with light. He landed with a thud on the floor of a machine with a bright Red light, as he coughed loudly. It felt like his entire body was stringing. The memory of his wife quickly faded into the back of his mind, as he stood up to surmise where he was.
“Welcome, Pyro” said the Administrator, “we’ve been expecting you.”
**BullDancer **looked around, into the faces of the people looking down on him. Some looked familiar. He looked, and saw video feeds from the Red Base. Opposite the room stood a large man with a blank look on his face. He recognized **MrMattroxx **instantly.
“Come, BullDancer, sit with us and let’s enjoy the rest of this game” said the Administrator, almost passively. She turned, and spoke back into the microphone.
“Night Time, everybody return to your dormitory until sunrise.”
BullDancer, you have 12 hours to send your last gasp
It is now night time. All night actions must be submitted by 9:00 PM PST. 12 Hours from now.
Next phase:
Lynch GodotsRevenge
GODOT!! You’re dead.
I knew it was a bad idea to lynch BullDancer. Now we’re effectively fucked.