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Jo and the Bush

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  1. I DO NOT HAVE DRAGONAIR. I HAVE SQUIRTLE. Please count the number of dead pokemon. There are 5 of each starter, (Only 4 squirtle are dead) There are 2 of Each Unknown pokemon, kind of. Piddegeotto and Fearow are the same, and Metapod and buttefree are the same. Again, I HAVE A SQUIRTLE. I HAVE NOT LIED, ABOUT ANYTHING. MERCIFUL DOMI, STOP BEING SO PARANOID.
  2. Wait, so right now, Bugsy and I are attacking and voting for Bard, and Bard is attacking me, and voting for Bugsy? I vote we end it tonight.
  3. You're proving my point. Your first interaction with me was Shard Zero, in which I lied. Yes, I admit I lied to Rae about my alignment, and role. And because of that, you don't trust me now. Which is exactl why I try and tell the truth 100% of the time now. Telling the truth 100% of the time does not mean I have to reveal myself as an eliminator. Nor does it mean I have to be Honest. I never said I was Honest. I said I was trustworthy. The difference I use is one of past vs. future. I'm not going to lie about what actions I'm going to take, and I don't go back on my word. I don't break alliances, and I don't lie about my intentions. If I'm an eliminator, I do my best to mislead people into making false assumptions. I hide the facts, and only give part of the truth. If I'm outright lying, it's no longer fun. I don't like it. So yes, I lied to Arraenae in that game. I have lied many times, but I've been making more and more of an effort in each game to not lie at all. This isn't the first game that I've told zero lies, and it won't be the last. Back to the actual game, I still think you guys are wasting this turn. I'm dead this turn, regardless of what happens. I'm confused, have only one hit point, and couldn't deal effective attacks against you guys anyway. I'm fairly confident that the two of you have unknown pokemon, Bard probably has a Dragonair, and I think that Bugsy has a Kadabra. You two are going to have to attack or lynch the other in any case. Though at this point, I'm just gong to vote for you, Bard, because of this argument. I'd prefer for Bugsy to win, and I feel like you're trying to get everything focused on me so that you can backstab him at the last minute. @Bugsy6912, if you switch your vote, I'll attack bard. He dies by lynch, I die from confusion, you win. (This is of course, assuming I'm online to switch my attack from nothing to bard. I might not be. don't know yet.)
  4. Well then, both of you attack, and vote for me. I won't attack either of you if that happens, and then you can let the coin decide tomorrow. Either way, unless one of you attacks the other today, Chance decides. Also, Wrong. It is never too late to get caught. The more you get caught lying, the less people trust you. If you want people to trust you, the only way to do it, is to not lie. Period. Winning a single game through lies is not worth losing the next dozen because everyone assumes I'm lying. I'd rather be trusted, than win a single game. I play the Meta-game, not the individual games.
  5. Night 5: Madness King Iadon had to suppress his excitement, lest he skip down the hall. Another Conspirator, dead! Of course Lord Ryth had been conspiring against him, all the other Nobles had been! Thank Jeskar that he had been done away with. Almost, he was almost safe, he was certain of it. He stopped outside of Raoden’s room, and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again. “Raoden? Are you in there?” A young girl stuck her head through the door and looked at him. Iadon screamed and jumped backwards, hitting the wall. The girl frowned at him, then called back over her shoulder. “Hey mister! The king is here! He’s not going to be happy with you.” “Jeskar and Domi protect me!” The king swore, desperately tracing bloodrunes and Aons both on his chest. “What manner of spirit are you?” The girl blinked. “You can see me? I thought it was only my killer. Maybe it’s just mad people in general?” There was a muffled voice from the other side of the door. The girl popped back to the other side. Before Iadon could decide whether or not to flee, she appeared again. “He says to come in, but I don’t recommend it. I’ve never seen him this happy, and Raoden,” she paused. “Well, I hope he’s not stuck here like I am.” She vanished through the doorway again. Iadon hesitated, but then opened it. The familiar smell of blood filled his nose, but he ignored it. Raoden was sprawled in the middle of the floor, a dagger stuck out of his chest. The little ghost girl was sitting on his bed, looking over at another man in Raoden’s favorite chair. A man Iadon had never thought he would see again. “Did you miss me father?” The man asked, a note of teasing in his voice. “I’m sure you did, girly here showed me the nice grave you built for me.” “Eton.” whispered Iadon. “My son, Eton, the Mad Prince. You’re, Alive?” Eton grinned, and stood up. “As alive as you are father. More alive than dear, dear, brother.” He snarled and kicked Raoden’s corpse. “More alive, than my younger brother, the heir to the throne. But what now father? Every eligible heir, is dead. All the nobles, all the princes, except me.” Eton crossed the space between them in a slow walk. “Very soon father, someone will come for you, and then, I will be king. Until then, Toodle-oo.” He waved cheerfully and walked out of the room. The ghost girl walked up to him and held out her hand. Iadon gingery stretched out his own so that they occupied the same space. “Nice to meet you your highness. I’m Liadan. Our names Ryhme!” She smiled softly at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep Eton from killing you. Bye now.” Liadan hurried out the door, and left the Mad King with his Corpse Son. Votes: SilverDragon (7): Kipper, Young Bard, STINK, Arraenae, Burnt Spaghetti, Aman, Duke Kipper (5): SilverDragon, Sart, Elenion, Noble, Duke Elenion (1): Eolhondras Amanuensis (1): Lopen SilverDragon was a Citizen Noble! The Mad Prince has been revealed! They are a neutral player with a two part win condition. All the Nobles must die, and they must survive until the end of the game. Each day, they can either participate in the Noble vote, place a Duke vote, or cancel a player’s vote. During the night, they are randomly granted access to either a Chayshan kill, a Bodyguard Protect, or a Pirate Extra Life.
  6. Bard, you obviously don't know me. I don't lie, not about things like this. It's too easy to get caught. I honestly think the funnest course of action is for me to do nothing, for you two to both attack me, and to vote for each other.
  7. Well, I'm confused, And have a single hitpoint remaining, so let's finish this game off right now. So, Here's what I recommend happens. you two vote for each other, and both attack me. I neither vote, nor attack. I die, and one of you at random dies. Let Chance choose the victor.
  8. My quote 'plan' was to switch votes away from Orlok at the last minute, and make it a tie. Unfortunately, I couldn't get online on time. And I haven't lied once this game. I have a Squirtle. I have enough PP to continue attacking for the rest of the game, but my attacks are not very effective on all of you. I started with 5 HP, but now I only have 2. So my plan now is this; Rely on my reputation of Honesty to get people to realize I'm telling the complete truth, and to realize that I am absolutely no threat to any of you. Whoever attacked me yesterday, did three damage to me, and they weren't very effective against me. Any of you could kill me with a single attack, and I can't kill any of you, except through the lynch. So, I'm not going to vote, except to save myself. everything I've said here is true, and yet no one will believe a word of it. sigh
  9. Well. I have officially attacked everyone currently alive. My attacks are Not very effective, on everyone.
  10. Day 5: No rest for the wicked. The man clenched and unclenched his fists as he stalked down the middle of the moonlit street. Finally, it became too much for him once again. He ripped his knife out of it's pocket, turned, and slashed it through the girl behind him. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "Haven't we established that I'm a ghost?" He panted, staring at her, then dropped the knife and continued walking. "Well, stop following me, I have enough ghosts as is." It irritated him that he couldn't hear her steps, or feel her breath. There was nothing to indicate where she was except by looking over his shoulder and see- Where was she?! He spun around, and the street was empty! She was gone! "I just don't want to be forgotten, and since you're going to be remembered by everyone apparently, sticking around you will ensure I'm remembered as well." She was behind him again. His chin fell to his chest as he sighed. He turned around and looked at her, pleading in his head for some god to smite her. "Please, girl, what do I need to do to get rid of you?" "Using my name instead of calling me 'Girl' might make me more agreeable." "I don't, uh, you see, well, I meet a lot of people, and. . ." He left the sentence hanging, not wanting to say anything to risk her wrath. Her pursed lips and folded arms told him he had failed in that. "I took you through my graveyard. I showed you statues that haven't been seen in years. I told you all the stories I knew. And you murdered me. And in all that, you never learned my name?" "Well, I'm sure i knew it at one point, I just for- wait no!" But it was too late. She was suddenly right up in his face. "Forgot? Is that what you were going to say? What did I tell you about being forgotten?" She jabbed her finger into his chest, passing through his clothes and skin, to emphasize her words. "No one. Deserves it. "And yet, what was it that you whispered to me? As I lay there, bleeding, and with my back broken? What was it?" He mumbled it under his breath, almost ashamed of himself. She cupped one ear. "I'm sorry?" "I said, that not everyone deserves to be remembered." "That's right. Well listen here wise guy. Me? I deserve to be remembered. You're stuck with me until you die. But I'll make you a deal. If you can manage to remember my name, then I'll give you some alone time now and then." That would be nice. She had been pestering him relentlessly for two weeks now. He smiled, and stuck out his hand to shake, She eyed it, then stepped forward, so that his hand was inside her. It didn't feel like anything, but he still yelped and pulled it back. "Don't do that!" She giggled, smiling for the first time tonight. "But it's funny!" "Well, it's not." It sounded lame, even to himself, and she only giggled harder. He shoved his hands into his empty pockets (Where had his knife gone?) and turned to walk away. "We have a deal. Now then, where can I learn someone's name? No one died! (Trust me, I have checked, and double checked.)
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