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Jo and the Bush

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  1. Actually, I hacked onto Rubix's account to take the picture. That's why i cropped the picture before posting it, so you wouldn't see that I was signed into Rubix's account.
  2. I edited them into the main writeup, but for clarity, it is 15 BoB's to execute the governor, and 30 to execute everyone. (Note, If I am forced to kill inactives, which I will be doing at the beginning of Turn 5, those prices, and the total number of boxings in the game, will decrease slightly to compensate.)
  3. I'm getting tired of people asking me a bunch of random Questions in Pms YES. ​There are secret things in this Game. NO. None of them have been encountered or used yet. All of them pertain to the Holding Cells and the Constabulary, and only two players even have a chance to figure out the secrets right Now. I will not say anything else on the subject of secret rules.
  4. You could become governor, then laugh as the constables foil any assassins that try to stab you in the back. The governor is untargetable by items. (It does make it a bit harder to acquire boxings as you can't be bribed.) Also, important Note: Tomorrow is April Fool's day. I will not be playing any pranks and I will be very cross with anyone who disrupts that game with pranks. (Normal levels of trollishness are acceptable, encouraged even. Just please don't ruin the game.)
  5. *Frowns.* *Checks date* Oh great. I hate this day. Thanks for the reminder. I'll be on guard.
  6. Turn 3: Brutality in the Senate. Thud. Thud. Smack! Thud. Hiss The furnace in the corner of the small stone room brought the temperature to absolutley sweltering degrees. Yosef had removed his overcoat, and the other two constables had rem0ved their hats and rolled their sleeves up as they worked. The dull sound of a fist hitting flesh was quickly becoming old. But this man had proven unwilling to spill information about the Crime.. Yosef raised a hand, and the two sweaty constables stopped beating Senator Edris Calvert. “You can stop the beating anytime you want Mr. Calvert. All you have to do is tell us who killed Matthew Machmuller.” Edris lifted his head from his bare chest, revealing his broken nose, cracked lips, and blackening eyes. He was suspended from the floor by four chains, leading from his wrists and ankles to the walls. His body was cut, and burned, and bloody. His eyes were wide, and his lips quivered as he spoke. “Please. I’ve told you everything I’ve ever done. Every crime. Please, let me go.” Yosef dragged his ink stained finger down the list of crimes Edris had confessed to. “Petty theft, public drunkness, grand theft equine while drunk, and hiring a rioter to ruin an opponent speech n the last election. None of these involve the Governor.” “That’s because I don’t know anything about the Governor! He was my friend! I would never help kill him! Please! You have to believe me!” Yosef pursed his lips and gestured to the constables to continue. One stepped forward and drove his fist into Edris’s gut, lifting him a few inches into the air and expelling the air from his lungs. The second constable turned to the furnace, and withdrew the brand from it. The first Constable drew a knife from his pocket, and sliced a thin cut across the senator’s belly. The second pressed the burning iron to the wound. The smell and sizzling sounds of burning flesh filled the room, and were quickly rendered unhearable by Calvert’s screams. “Who killed Machmuller!” “It was Chantelle! I swear!” Yosef held a hand out and one of the constables slapped the knife into it. He stepped up, grabbed Edris’s right hand, and put the knife against the base of his middle finger. “This is your last chance Edris. Tell me who killed Machmuller, or I’ll take a finger.” Edris sobbed, bloody tears running down his face as he stared at the ground, his body heaving with each labored breath. Yosef held his position for a long moment, then sighed and dropped his arms to his side. He handed the knife back to the constable and walked to the door. He pushed it open, letting in the first breath of fresh cool air since they had started the interrogation. “Get those chains off him boys. Take him to the Holding cells. He’s not our man.” Adamair was a Senator! Votes: Adamair: 7 :Amanuensis, Mailliw, Master Elodin, Phattamer, Wonko, LUNA, DeathClutch Lopen: 2 : Orlok, Hellscythe Alvron: 1 : Bugsby Wonko: 1 : Lopen Silverblade: 1: Alvron Living/Unarrested Players Turn 3: Arrested players: Dead Players: Prisoner PM’s: DeathClutch, Amanuensis and Mailliw all talked to ThatTinyStrawMan. I am still looking for Pinch Hitters if anyone is available.
  7. would anybody be willing to proofread/preread/edit/whatever a Short fic I wrote? It's still a very rough draft.
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