I’ll place my vote now before the deadline comes too close for comfort,
Lynch The Co-Jones
No surprises here.
Put translucent tape of the right color on your monitor. Then take a picture I the screen. Finally, use the NSA’s computers to send the picture to us.
Here’s what I think of the current players right now: (Green = Normal, Orange = Moderate or Slightly suspect, Red = Mafia)
pietastic
DarkGeneral
Mobius
GodotsRevenge
And, if I were an outside player, I’d probably label myself as Orange for the long periods of inactivity.
Wait, so if I have this right:
Co-Jones suspects GodotsRevenge and Mobius
GodotsRevenge suspects Mobius and Co-Jones
Mobius suspects Co-Jones and GodotsRevenge
DarkGeneral suspects Pietastic
Pietastic suspects DarkGeneral
Do I have this right? :lol:
I suspect everyone at this point. Not gonna lie.
*I suspect everybody. I feel like a slow trotting Heavy who is paranoid that a spy is about to stab him in the back. *
Dittoed,
It would be careless not to.
Lightheartedness is a trait not shared by all, I presume.
30ish minutes to deadline
Well, I’m keeping my vote for now. Co-Jones, you have yet to convince me.
I have no need to convince anyone. Y’all want me gone, I don’t mind. We civs have lost the game with me dying.
*I can’t speak for everyone else here but I “don’t want you gone”. Not at this time, I want a way to go back in time so you would be gone 2 day phases ago. If and that is quite the if, you are are indeed Civ then you’ve gave us nothing to work with. Zilch, zero, nada. We can’t even give you the benefit of the doubt of being the medic or UC at this point in time due to those roles being deader than doorknobs. You didn’t make any strong points or any posts that contributed to what I consider the “Civ cause”. Mobius despite him flying under the radar and who I consider to be a strong candidate at being Hale has seemingly helped more than you have. The same goes for Pietastic, Godot and myself.
If you’re mafia, you played a good game but we finally got you. If you’re civilian, well the wallflower playstyle didn’t help us buddy. *
*Here’s my throw away vote. *
Lynch: Pietastic
Welp, looks like I couldn’t even do that right. I await the results of todays phase with the utmost pessimism.
Your vote got in, DG, because it’s timestamped at 9:00 am on the dot
Votes are locked
Writeups coming in a bit
Lynch: The Co-Jones
*Ah good, I was trying to time it as close to the deadline as possible so that no one could try changing their votes at the last second to try and bandwagon on my vote.
I also had a ** Lynch: The Co-Jones** primed and ready if anyone got any cute ideas and tried changing their vote onto pietastic from Co-Jones.*
*lol, it was actually came out at the top of the post. *
Day 4: BLU Victory
“It was him! I know it was” said Saxton Hale, pointing at the Engineer. “Look at him! He’s been missing all morning! He’s the one who killed the **Medic **last night!”
“Ugh, no, sorry I’ve just been in the bathroom all night, I’ve got major food posioning” said the Engineer, clutching his stomach.
The BLU spy smiled as he felt the bottle of food poisoning in his pocket, having slipped it into the **Engineer’s **food the night before.
“I believe him, and I think the culprit was you!” said the Demoman, pointing at the Heavy. “The food poisoning was just a cover!”
“No, I didn’t do it!” said the Heavy.
“Yeah, Demoman, you’re awfully quick to point fingers” said the Engineer. “I’m guessing this was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?”
The 3 men bickered, pointing fingers, arguing back and forth with each other. Saxton Hale looked across the room, a grin on his face, and locked eyes with the Spy. They gave each other a nod. It was time to finish this.
**GodotsRevenge **reached out, and grabbed the **Engineer **by the back of his neck, lifting him off the ground easily. The Co-Jones kicked his feet as he dangled them in mid air. **GodotsRevenge **squeezed, snapping his neck easily, and tossed the body aside.
At the same moment, **Mobius **brought the blade of his knife down into the back of the **Demoman **hard. **DarkGeneral **winced in pain, as the blades poison coursed through his body, paralyzing him. He dropped like a rock to the floor, as the pain flowed through his veins. DarkGeneral was left to feel the worst pain he had ever endured, without the ability to move or scream. It was agony. Mobius’ disguise immediately kicked in, cloaking him to look like the Demoman he just killed, and he quickly stepped forward to Pietastic.
“Heavy, over there, it’s Saxton!” said Mobius.
Pietastic looked where the Demoman was pointing, and saw Saxton Hale standing there, flexing his well oiled muscles. He rushed forward – as fast as a heavy could rush – and grabbed Saxton Hale. They began to wrestle, both struggling to get the upper hand.
GodotsRevenge couldn’t believe that the **Heavy **was able to keep up with his Strength. Pietastic, however, was currently enveloped in a rage he had never felt before, giving him more strength than he was used to, which he used to finally gain the upper hand on Saxton.
“Demoman, quick, help me!” said Pietastic. “Finish **Saxton **for me!”
**Mobius **let a grin slip over his face. “What’s the matter, Saxton, can’t handle this simpleton?” laughed Mobius.
“Quit taunting him and help!” struggled Pietastic.
“Sure thing, boss” said Mobius. He brought his blade down square between the shoulder blades of Pietastic, rendering him immoble, and dropping him to the floor. He instantly took the look of the **Heavy **on for himself.
**Pietastic **looked up in horror, as he locked eyes with Mobius. “You?” he struggled to say, as his body became completely immobile.
**GodotsRevenge **stood up and had a bewildered look on his face, having a hard time accepting that he had just been overpowered by Pietastic. He looked up, and caught eyes with the heavy standing in front of him.
“What’s the matter, boss?” quipped the Heavy.
Still angry, and unable to accept recent events, **GodotsRevenge **punched the **Heavy **in the face, sending him flying and causing the disguise to fizzle out as the Blu Spy was left sprawled along the ground.
“Never mention this again” said GodotsRevenge. All that was heard from **Mobius **was a gurgle.
“Congratulations, BLU Team, you are victorious” came the **Administrators **voice over the intercom.
**GodotsRevenge **reached a hand down, and picked up the semi unconscious **Mobius **from the floor, slinging him over the shoulder.
“Let’s get this briefcase, and get out of here” said GodotsRevenge, as he marched down into the intelligence room.
The Mafia has Equal Numbers with the Civilians!
Team BLU Wins!