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[UoN]Sentinel
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FirmTofu
United States1956 Posts
On July 27 2013 06:13 [UoN]Sentinel wrote: To make it slightly easier on the Europeans without discomforting the Australasians too much, would anyone have a problem with moving the deadline up 2 hours to 00:00 GMT (+00:00)? This would actually work better for me | ||
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justanothertownie
16320 Posts
On July 27 2013 06:13 [UoN]Sentinel wrote: To make it slightly easier on the Europeans without discomforting the Australasians too much, would anyone have a problem with moving the deadline up 2 hours to 00:00 GMT (+00:00)? Please do it! | ||
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IMCaptainJackSparrow
Bahamas303 Posts
On July 27 2013 06:13 [UoN]Sentinel wrote: To make it slightly easier on the Europeans without discomforting the Australasians too much, would anyone have a problem with moving the deadline up 2 hours to 00:00 GMT (+00:00)? I'll be drunk either way so I don't really care. | ||
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FirmTofu
United States1956 Posts
On July 27 2013 06:30 IMCaptainJackSparrow wrote: I'll be drunk either way so I don't really care. If you're a Caucasianasian smurf, please don't afk and be drunk all game like you did in NWM. | ||
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
Only I am allowed to lurk | ||
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FirmTofu
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
(Night 0) 11:40 PM Monday, April 15, 1912 FirmTofu was shoving coal into the coal-bin to power the ship, the same thing he had been doing for the last six days. Suddenly a loud screeching noise was heard. He looked forward and saw a tidal wave of water gushing into the ship. Many other stokers were getting swept over, and a loud hissing noise was heard each time the water struck a furnace. Tofu ran, but ahead of him, the watertight doors began to close. He arrived at the door just moments after it closed and banged in despair, hoping, just hoping, it would open to let him live. There was nowhere to go. Saying his final prayers, FirmTofu looked up as he was consumed by the freezing water. FirmTofu the [REDACTED] has been murdered to death! | ||
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FirmTofu
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
On July 27 2013 07:24 FirmTofu wrote: Wait... I'm dead? Not if you promise not to lurk  | ||
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Stutters695
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
(Night 0.1) 11:41 PM Monday, April 15, 1912 Stutters was running away and saw FirmTofu falter behind him. But Stutters made it to the door! All he had to do was cross it and get up the st- Stutters the [REDACTED] has had his spine split in two by an iron door! Titanic'd  | ||
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
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Stutters695
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
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[UoN]Sentinel
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FirmTofu
United States1956 Posts
On July 27 2013 07:51 Stutters695 wrote: I might be dead but https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saalGKY7ifU&feature=youtube_gdata_player I still can't get over how hot Kate Winslet was in that movie. | ||
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
(Day 1) ![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/vcCj12l.jpg) 12:00 AM Monday, April 15, 1912 As they had feared, the worst had happened. Captain [UoN]Sentinel and architect Aquanim both went down to see the damage in person. The iceberg had punctured six compartments, and all available engineers were struggling to pump incoming water out of the seventh. But their efforts would be in vain, Aquanim said grimly. The ship was not meant to endure this much flooding. We must evacuate while we can. But Sentinel was not listening anymore. He seemed to be unable to do anything at this point. "Sir," Aquanim said quietly. "The ship was not to endure this much flooding. We must evacuate while we can. jrkirby," said Sentinel. His chief officer came forward. "Start the evacuation." Saying no more, Sentinel stood up, took his bottle of whiskey, and left the room. Aquanim went belowdecks, and disappeared. Kirby went up. Quickly crossing the highest deck of the ship, he relayed the captain's orders to his men. Sentinel seemed to be useless at this point anyway. He would have to take charge. Assigning his top two officers to take command of each side of the boat deck, Kirby donned his personal lifejacket, and went to look for the box of flares. Meanwhile, Aquanim was in the interior, spreading the word to the downstairs crew members. Most of them had been skeptical. Those who had, Aquanim directed to the cargo section to see for themselves. What duties did they have at midnight, after all? 12:15 AM They had been quickly woken and told to head up to the boat deck with nothing but their life jackets and loved ones. And what had it all been for? A metal grate. Here stood Palmar, trying to calm everyone down. Unfortunately, these people were all about to die. Some of them even knew that. How was he supposed to tell them the truth? That they hadn't been inspected for foreign diseases like malaria, and letting them out was risking the contamination of the other two classes? Palmar wasn't a great people person, and relaying this to a crowd of desperate people would be impossible for normal men. Dangling the keys outside the grate and giggling probably didn't help his cause. All was contained though, and that was the best they could do for now. Until, of course, two retards picked up a bench. Then more grabbed on to it. Soon, a whole crowd of third-class passengers was using the bench as a battering ram. "Oy! You lot! Put th' bloody bench down and shut th' 'ell up!" For in this story, Palmar was not an Icelandic badass, but a stereotypical dirty Englishman with the corresponding sloppy uniform and approximately fifteen teeth. "Open th' fockin' gate!" rang a similar voice. "I'm supposed to be on the boat deck puttin' all o' you on th' lifeboats!" "You! Good sir standing behind the gate! Come here!" spoke another, slightly more educated, individual. "You look like a ruffian to me, lad. This one here, too, with all the life jackets... where've you been stealing those from, sonny?" The one he was looking at now said nothing. Suddenly, a man started babbling, clenched the bench with white-knuckle hands, and led the charge with such force that Palmar jumped at the impact. This man also had no pants on. "By George," said another quasi-British voice, "he's got a bullet in his bunghole!" Palmar gritted his remaining teeth. "SHUT. TH' 'ELL. UP." He whipped out a silver revolver. But if he hoped the gun would pacify the passengers, he was mistaken. The crowd, with one final effort, rammed the bench directly into the lock holding the grate together. It flew open, and was put down as the crowd raced forward. He fired. The crowd surged, not pausing to see who had died. They had forgotten all about the dead person, or the person who stood in front of them. They rushed to join the others who were in line to board the lifeboat. Above them was safety, the only route off of this sinking ship. And that was all that mattered. Palmar, the Incompetent Crewman has been trampled! ????????, the [REDACTED] has been murdered to death! It is now Day 1. With 14 alive, 8 votes are needed to push someone off of the boat. The deadline is . Send actions to myself, Aquanim, and kirby. PM any of us with any questions you may have. | ||
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Vivax
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I know that's gonna look kinda scummy, but I'm going to bed now. Gn! | ||
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FirmTofu
United States1956 Posts
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