Currently, 27ninjabunnies is set to be executed. Day 3 ends in at 22:00 GMT (+00:00). The voting thread is located here. Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.
Not Voted (5): Fecalfeast, rsoultin, Oatsmaster, Alakaslam, VayneAuthority
Currently, Fecalfeast is set to be executed. Day 4 ends in at 22:00 GMT (+00:00). The voting thread is located here. Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.
Currently, Fecalfeast is set to be executed. Day 4 ends in at 22:00 GMT (+00:00). The voting thread is located here. Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Another day of classes. "Goodness, school was such a drag," muttered Fecalfeast as he was getting ready to go home.
He was readying himself ready to head to Carnival for the night performances. His first year in the samba school, he was still young and learning the ways to perform as well as keep the sections in order. He had done well performing with the younger students but only recently did he start performing with the adults.
Just as he was headed home, he spotted another child he recognised from a rival samba school.
It was time to wreak a little havoc.
Fecalfeast, baked as he was, wanted to get even with him and nothing was going to stop him.
He dragged the child, Rubio into the cafeteria where he started to beat him up. Upon a closer look, he recognised his rival from the Camisa Verde school.
"Thought you could get away with stealing my girl? Think again!!!"
"You're not keeping your girl you dipshit, not the way you are treating her lately," he retorted.
Fecalfeast responded as he threw his rival against the table and Rubio managed to fight back, landing with a punch to his chest. Fecalfeast responded with a series of capoeira moves, one which swept Rubio to the floor.
Fecalfeast then picked the kid up, threw him again on top of the table climbed on top of the table and dropped Rubio again.
"Who's the dipshit now?" he screamed at him.
Several other students started pouring into the cafeteria, incidentally intruigued and entertained by the fight. As it escalated, though, a security guard spotted Fecalfeast and started charging the two students. The guard managed to tackle Rubio as Fecalfeast bolted for the exit.
He opened the door....and there was the principal.
She promptly grabbed Fecalfeast by the arm as he whined endlessly about Rubio.
"What on earth were you thinking? In any case, don't think you'll be here for quite some time." she muttered.
Fecalfeast, the child apprentice (Mafia Vanilla), has been expelled!
It is now Night 4. Please submit your night actions to GlowingBear, LightningStrike and myself. There is a scum resolution period of 30 minutes. The night ends at at 22:00 GMT (+00:00).
Sandroba sat down looking through scores of music as he looked ahead after this year's Carnival; it was never too early to be researching scores, ideas and thoughts for next year's programme. At the very least, he needed to have a musical portfolio to present the first wave of patrons and sponsors in the quarter after Carnival.
"Hmmmmm," mused Sandroba, as he paged through stacks of scores. "Nothing here would seem to make sense."
BOOM! Sandroba heard an explosion followed by the smattering of glass. Before he realised what was going on, he felt a rough hand on his shoulder. Sandroba turned around and was faced by two masked men, one wielding a knife. He managed to dodge both men and seeing that the first floor of his house was sealed off, attempted to jump off the balcony.
Sandroba jumped off only to come face to face with more masked men, this time, armed with guns. And this time, there was no way out.
sandroba, as the Carnavalesco (Tracker), was assassinated. Day 5 has begun. The player with most votes at day's end will be lynched. Voting will close at at 22:00 GMT (+00:00).
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Kitaman walked into his temporary office with his associates and legal team for yet another day of work on the road. His schedule was packed with meetings with clients and he was set to close a massive business deal today, worth close to $100 million.
As they were preparing the room for the big meeting, Kita opened up his laptop and went through his agenda, making sure they had everything they needed and that anyone they needed to conference in was readily accessible.
"Shall I do the honours?" he asked the rest of the team. "I'll call them up here."
Suddenly his mobile went off. He checked and saw a message that the big meeting had abruptly been cancelled.
"That's weird," he commented, "someone is sick?"
There was a banging on the door. One of the lawyers answered.
The team was met by a slew of immigration and customs agents.
"What is going on?" he exclaimed.
"We've got a summons," muttered one of the lawyers as he skimmed through a document he'd just received. "There might be some shady things going down with our partner."
Kitaman wanted to explode. Someone clearly didn't do their due diligence and heads were going to roll when he returned home.
VayneAuthority, as Kitaman (Survivor) has been deported.
It is now Night 5. Please submit your night actions to GlowingBear, LightningStrike and myself. There is a scum resolution period of 30 minutes. The night ends at at 22:00 GMT (+00:00).
Another performance night in the bag. Oatsmaster had dressed as a pizza slice with tomatoes on the side and danced all night in a gigantic chef's hat as he'd sung all evening.
He put away his costume in the warehouse with the other dancers and changed and was getting ready to go home.
His section friend, Oscar, asked if he wanted to hit the bar for a quick drink, to which Oats accepted.
Oats and Oscar made their way to downtown Sao Paulo to one of the smaller lounges and got themselves a caipirinha each. Nearby, they spotted one of the local politicians who was also taking in several drinks.
"What on earth?" muttered Oscar. "Why is he here? It's far too dangerous for people like him to be out here late at night."
The server then brought the pair their drinks.
Oatsmaster put the glass to his mouth.
BOOM.
The lounge exploded in a large fireball.
Oatsmaster and his friend never got to taste their drinks.
Oatsmaster, as a carnival dancer (Town Vanilla), has been assassinated.
Day 6 has begun. This is the final cycle of the game. This will not only determine the lynch but the ultimate winner. Voting - and the game - will close at at 22:00 GMT (+00:00).
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)
Se você escrever depois do prazo e diante do resultado, será removido do jogo. (Posting after the deadline and before the flip will result in a modkill.)