djmbbandie
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I'd vote CG, Gwai or Noammr.
Forum Mafia - The Dark Tower Game Thread
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IWantToUseNumbersInMyName
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Vote: Gwaihir
flubbucket1
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This Sunday...Breaking Bad...Be there!!
djmbbandie
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Vote: Gwaihir
Sure, blame me and not the fact you outed my very limited (one-shot) abilities to stop the mafia once the word was out.
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Phillinnicus
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Vote: Gwaihir
pharphis, revote in bold please unless you did so on purpose.
pharphis, revote in bold please unless you did so on purpose.
Walter was on top of the world. The gunslinger, old useless meddler that he was, had learned the hard way that Walter Padick was not so easily killed. He walked into the alley whistling a happy tune, hands in his jeans and hood drawn down over his face, so that he didn't see the gunslinger and his companions lined up blocking his path.
The first moment that Walter Padick realized something was wrong, it was already much too late for him. He stopped suddenly and looked up. The gunslinger, his oldest adversary, stood relaxed and staring at him with something that looked almost like pity. The gunslinger gave a sharp whistle ... the kind you hear at a baseball game when some talented person uses their fingers to help make the sound, and then the folks standing in Walter's path melted away into the night.
Still, better to turn and go another route, just in case the Gunslinger might have some other trick up his sleeve. And the moment he turned, a sudden movement caught the corner of his eye and then a nearly invisible strand struck out and wound round his throat, like a garrote. For the first time in his entire life, Walter Padick knew fear.
It is enough, constant player, to say that the man in black met his fate in this dark alleyway. You need not trouble yourself with the gruesome details of it. It won't make your love life any better, grow hair on your bald spot or extend your life by even five seconds. It may be too terrible to contemplate. But should you feel the urge to watch, as Roland did, then read on.
(With thanks to Mr. King for portions of the more gruesome bits).
Gwaihir has been killed. He was Walter Padick. The Unfound. Sole-Survivor
The first moment that Walter Padick realized something was wrong, it was already much too late for him. He stopped suddenly and looked up. The gunslinger, his oldest adversary, stood relaxed and staring at him with something that looked almost like pity. The gunslinger gave a sharp whistle ... the kind you hear at a baseball game when some talented person uses their fingers to help make the sound, and then the folks standing in Walter's path melted away into the night.
Still, better to turn and go another route, just in case the Gunslinger might have some other trick up his sleeve. And the moment he turned, a sudden movement caught the corner of his eye and then a nearly invisible strand struck out and wound round his throat, like a garrote. For the first time in his entire life, Walter Padick knew fear.
It is enough, constant player, to say that the man in black met his fate in this dark alleyway. You need not trouble yourself with the gruesome details of it. It won't make your love life any better, grow hair on your bald spot or extend your life by even five seconds. It may be too terrible to contemplate. But should you feel the urge to watch, as Roland did, then read on.
Oh yes, I'm afraid it's the end of the path for you. The words boomed and echoed in his head as if he were standing next to a loudspeaker. But you intended the same for me. So now I do the one you call my White Father a small kindness. You may not have been his greatest enemy, Walter Padick, but you were his oldest, I grant. And now I take you out of his road..
Walter yet held on to some dim hope of escape, even as the now seven legged spider skittered over to him, the strange face of a boy perched atop the monstrous body. But at the sound of that voice, the man who had sometimes called himself Marten, or Richard, or Rudin, and Randall Flagg (among a great many others), gave over all hope except that he might die well.
I be hungry, Mordred be hungry, spoke the voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, But I'd eat proper, beginning with the appetizer. Your eyes, I think. Give them to me. Walter was powerless as he had never been since his very early childhood, and despite his great will, the will of the spider boy won out and he found himself reaching up and scooping his own eyes out. Next came the tongue, but the young spider boy became impatient and pounced upon Randall Flagg, Walter o' Dim, Walter Padick that was. There were screms, but only a few. And then Roland's old enemy was no more.
Walter yet held on to some dim hope of escape, even as the now seven legged spider skittered over to him, the strange face of a boy perched atop the monstrous body. But at the sound of that voice, the man who had sometimes called himself Marten, or Richard, or Rudin, and Randall Flagg (among a great many others), gave over all hope except that he might die well.
I be hungry, Mordred be hungry, spoke the voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, But I'd eat proper, beginning with the appetizer. Your eyes, I think. Give them to me. Walter was powerless as he had never been since his very early childhood, and despite his great will, the will of the spider boy won out and he found himself reaching up and scooping his own eyes out. Next came the tongue, but the young spider boy became impatient and pounced upon Randall Flagg, Walter o' Dim, Walter Padick that was. There were screms, but only a few. And then Roland's old enemy was no more.
Gwaihir has been killed. He was Walter Padick. The Unfound. Sole-Survivor
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For health reasons which will become clear once everyone reads the dead thread, I need to delay today's start. It has been suggested by a few in the dead thread that I simply end the game with a draw; however, I have decided to count Jcakes vote from yesterday and that puts the end of the game at most another 2 day/night phases away and I think I can hold up long enough so everyone gets to see the rest of the stories and the ending story, whichever side comes out on top.
I hope to have the couple missing stories filled in and the day start story up later tonight. The day phase will then go until Friday at 5pm EST and day and night phases will both be 24h each from then onward. I won't be having any more medical treatments this week so I should be good once I rest a bit to finish the game off.
Once again, apologies for the delay and some of the bumps. We've almost reached the Tower ... just a little way to go.
I hope to have the couple missing stories filled in and the day start story up later tonight. The day phase will then go until Friday at 5pm EST and day and night phases will both be 24h each from then onward. I won't be having any more medical treatments this week so I should be good once I rest a bit to finish the game off.
Once again, apologies for the delay and some of the bumps. We've almost reached the Tower ... just a little way to go.
Stanley "Sheemie" Ruiz had never been all that bright, really. If it hadn't been for the enduring loyalty he felt towards "Will Dearborn" (The Gunslinger, if ye ken, constant player), he may have been ages and ages dead before our journey began. Instead, he stumbled into the technology of the old people and was granted abilities that compensated for his disadvantages, and so he was instrumental in saving Roland from one of Maerlyn's Balls, present and nearly successful in preventing the fall of Gilead that was, and finally recruited into the team of breakers ... those telepathic few who could bend their will towards breaking the beams which held up the tower, and thus all of existence.
That was done now, of course, since the Ka-Tet had swept down upon the devar-toi and put an end to the breaking. Sheemie had been reunited with the gunslinger, whom he still viewed with a reverential awe and who would always and forever be young Will Dearborn to him. Sheemie wasn't always bright enough to realize when trouble was in his road, and he realized only a moment before trouble arrived. The warden of the devar-toi had not yet been caught, but he caught Sheeme by the collar and yanked him hard around a corner and out of sight, and set upon him in a terrible fury.
"That will be enough, Warden," spoke the calm and measured voice of Ted Brautigan, "After all, it is me who facilitated the destruction of your facility and the death of your mean. Let this simple one go and take your vengeance upon me if you will."
To Sheemie he said "Run along now Stanley. I'm sure your friends have things for you to do."
Sheemie hurried away to find Roland, blissfully unaware of what lay in store for Ted Brautigan. But this wasn't the first time Ted had sacrificed himself for an innocent, and while he had found hismelf in trouble more often than not, he had done his best to do right by people. He hoped, at the last, that his sacrifice would be enough.
Numbers has died. He was Ted Brautigan, The White
We're coming to the end now, constant player. All the stories that were outstanding have been written and filled in.
[highlight]There are 8 people left alive. It takes 4 votes to lynch and 5 to lock[/highlight]
The Day phase will last 24 hours and end tomorrow, Friday the 9th of August, at 5:00 PM Eastern time
That was done now, of course, since the Ka-Tet had swept down upon the devar-toi and put an end to the breaking. Sheemie had been reunited with the gunslinger, whom he still viewed with a reverential awe and who would always and forever be young Will Dearborn to him. Sheemie wasn't always bright enough to realize when trouble was in his road, and he realized only a moment before trouble arrived. The warden of the devar-toi had not yet been caught, but he caught Sheeme by the collar and yanked him hard around a corner and out of sight, and set upon him in a terrible fury.
"That will be enough, Warden," spoke the calm and measured voice of Ted Brautigan, "After all, it is me who facilitated the destruction of your facility and the death of your mean. Let this simple one go and take your vengeance upon me if you will."
To Sheemie he said "Run along now Stanley. I'm sure your friends have things for you to do."
Sheemie hurried away to find Roland, blissfully unaware of what lay in store for Ted Brautigan. But this wasn't the first time Ted had sacrificed himself for an innocent, and while he had found hismelf in trouble more often than not, he had done his best to do right by people. He hoped, at the last, that his sacrifice would be enough.
Numbers has died. He was Ted Brautigan, The White
We're coming to the end now, constant player. All the stories that were outstanding have been written and filled in.
[highlight]There are 8 people left alive. It takes 4 votes to lynch and 5 to lock[/highlight]
The Day phase will last 24 hours and end tomorrow, Friday the 9th of August, at 5:00 PM Eastern time
