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Curtis
First Place Dick
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| Post #1: 27th Jan 2015 7:36 PM | |
"Ya bro, you're very nearly on my level now bitch. Not quite though bro, not quite. Domingo's level is way way above all of your asses." - Domingo
Domingo
Played by: Paul
Game: ATTWS II: Comfort ENn
Alignment: Town
Role: The Disguiser
Death: Killed on Night 7
Description: Domingo lives the party lifestyle 24/7. He is rarely sober and often gets into fights which he loses quite horribly. He likes it when the attention is on him and tends to be a drama queen. Domingo was drunkenly driving home from a club this night when he ended up in the middle of nowhere. He has no idea where he is but with the storm being as nasty as it is, he'll have to wait until morning to find his way back home. He's used to finding himself miles from civilization after his benders anyway.
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Domingo leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his hands. Life was good, all things considered. Scum were dropping like flies thanks to him. Those bitches don't know how lucky they are that Domingo is here.
"I'll drink to that, bitch! Woooo yeah!" Domingo said to himself as he downed a jagerbomb.
Suddenly, his door burst in which startled him so much he dropped his glass to the floor.
"Um, ever heard of knocking, asshole?"
The figure calmly started walking towards him, with knife in hand.
"Ha! You think you can stop Domingo that easily? I've fought fuckers like you before. Come at me bro!" Domingo yelled as he put his fists up.
The killer was unphased and swiftly sliced Domingo's throat. Domingo laid on the floor, miserably gasping for air as blood poured from his neck.
"Don't have much to say now, do ya? ...Bitch." the killer snarled as they left Domingo to bleed out. |
"Also, frick, I didn't realize this was an alias game. Am I the only one not playing alias?" - Rob
Rob
Played by: Vic
Game: ATTWS IV: Black Creek
Alignment: Mafia
Role: Doctor
Death: Killed on Night 8
Description: Rob is, in a word, an egotist. He went to Oxford, didn't ya know? Well, that's the problem...no one ever seems to care. Over the years, this has driven Rob insane. Curter could clearly see this in his eyes, which is why he reached out to recruit Rob for this heinous plan. Rob gladly went along with him. He had basically won already.
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The shoppers gathered around DJ Roadhead's corpse and exchanged high-fives. Well, most of them anyway. Rob looked down and shed a single tear for his fallen brother.
"Suffice it to say, you meant a lot to me, DJ." he said as he closed Roadhead's eyes.
Rob then turned his gaze back to the group.
"Okay, so. I know some of you may be upset about yesterday. But I believe this mafia and town alliance can--"
BANG
Rob looked down at the large hole in his abdomen as he collapsed to his knees.
Standing behind him, wielding a shotgun, was Paddy.
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Rob clicked "Add Reply", publishing his post for all of the world to see. Well, all of FE, anyway. He had just typed up a new entry for his "Random Crap Happens to Rob" thread. He rubbed his hands together gleefully and began to mash F5, awaiting a response.
But as he sat, slamming his finger down on the F5 key over and over, no posts came in. Not even a single like. He furrowed his brow and scrolled up to read his post again. Did he miss something?
As he scrolled up, his eyes were drawn to his profile on the side. His eyes widened when he saw his karma level...-29. It had dropped 2 points since he made the post.
Without a word, he got up and smashed his laptop over his knee. Robette jolted awake and ran over to him.
"Rob! What is the matter!"
"I told them, Robette! I TOLD THEM! The constant smiting is only gonna make me MORE of a douche!" he yelled as his face reddened with anger.
"Well I've HAD it! No more Mr. Nice Rob! I'll show them...I'll show ALL OF THEM! I'll show them just how douchey Rob can be. They've left me no choice, Robette!" he screamed as he ran out of his house.
Rob took one last look back at his bedroom window. Robette looked out towards him and shook her head, before turning around and shutting the light back off.
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Rob collapsed from his knees as he fell face first onto the cold tile below. Blood streamed out of the large hole in his abdomen and formed a large puddle around him.
Rob, MAFIA Doctor, has been killed.
Each night, you may pick a player. This player will be protected for the night.
And Then There Were 25
"Aye. I did what needed ta be done." Paddy said matter-of-factly.
Half the shoppers were jubilant. The other half, horrified. |
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Curtis
First Place Dick
| | Reputation: 1,169 | | Group: | Admin | | Posts: | 78,985 | | Joined: | Jun 22, 2012 |
| Post #2: 28th Jan 2015 4:06 AM | |
I think it's time for an in-character back and forth battle to determine the winner | |
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Curtis
First Place Dick
| | Reputation: 1,169 | | Group: | Admin | | Posts: | 78,985 | | Joined: | Jun 22, 2012 |
| Post #3: 29th Jan 2015 11:08 PM | |
24 hours til polls close! | |
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