EB Mafia

[LyceeFruit PE]

@JayKay PE i switch to @MEtoEE

 

[JayKay PE]

5 minutes left, vote update:

x5 @MEtoEE (salty, chebs, jean, roar, lycee)

x2 @SaltySteve (me2, vhab)

 

[DLD PE]

:mf_Flush:

 

[SaltySteve PE]

here's to hoping that @MEtoEE is Maf

 

[SaltySteve PE]

This is too much... I've been making/drinking margaritas on the porch all evening and I come back to this.... 

 

[JayKay PE]

1 minute!!!!

 

[DoctorWho-PE]

Gaaaaaaah!

 

[JayKay PE]

TIME

 

[tj_PE]

Pls be maf me2ee

 

[DLD PE]

@tj_PE I'm not.  You guys messed up big time!

Ya bandwaggin towsnie votin' traitors!

Edit:  Messin with you guys lol.

 

[tj_PE]

I was distracted 

 

[tj_PE]

Also didn't know who to vote for

 

[SaltySteve PE]

I had too many margaritas.... I'm sorry if you were a townie @MEtoEE

 

[DLD PE]

I had too many margaritas.... I'm sorry if you were a townie @MEtoEE

Have another one on me!  You did all right!   :drunk1:

 

[JayKay PE]

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The pack traveled more footsteps, though friend-@blybrook PE was gone and left behind.  The two-leg walkers became odd the deeper they went into the cold, hard wall, cave.  Numbers of others!not pack increased, and yet, became smaller at the same time, huddling together against an unseen enemy.  The words "PPE'' and "weiser" became more prevalent as the search for forage continued. The world seemed to have but a single smell: disinfectant mixed with despair.

@Roarbark was worried.  There were traitors amongst them and, though one had been dealt with, there still remained others.  Woe betide those who attempted further harm to their companions! Though they had but four limbs, and none for grasping the cart, @Roarbark helped as well as they could.  A loaf of bread, gently grasped between sharp teeth. A growl of warning against the nefarious ‘Karens’ who lingered too long in front of the precious spices that made them sneeze.  They abide friend-@SaltySteve wrapping a strange smelling, crinkly cloth around their muzzle, though it dulled their senses, and gently tugged on friend-@LyceeFruit PE when they wandered too close to the dangerous, clean smelling, metal that caused hurts.

But...something seemed wrong.  Though the pack was moving, one lingered on the outskirts.  @Roarbark’s nose wrinkled at the fear!red!hot smell coming from friend-@MEtoEE, tail tucking slightly when they made eye contact by mistake.  Friend-@MEtoEE was slowing the pack down, but didn’t smell sick? Were they tricking? Were they slowing the pack because danger was ahead?

Because @Roarbark was thinking this thought very hard, trying to expand their senses to find a potential no!bad!danger!, they heard the hiss of !bad!nogood!

Without thinking, they spun, fangs bared, lunging at not!friend-@MEtoEE, who had pulled shiny!metal from somewhere!  The crinkly paper across their muzzle ripped easily when their teeth met soft, soft, flesh, canines digging deep into top-leg of not!friend-@MEtoEE!  There was screaming, excitement, @Roarbark closed their eyes to prevent damage when the other top-leg began to bang against their head. When a paw entered their mouth, trying to hook into their cheek to stop, @Roarbark bit deeper.  Do not stop, do not stop, crunch until hot blood covers the tongue, coating their insides, stealing strength from !enemy, bite until not!friend-@MEtoEE stops walking, until not!friend-@MEtoEE stops moving, until the shiny!metal is gone-gone-gone.

A few moments later, when @Roarbark has shaken the now limp not!friend-@MEtoEE to make sure the neck has snapped, shiny!metal sliding across the floor to land at the foot of pack, they pause when friend!@SaltySteve comes closer.  “Bork, bork-bork, bork?” They say, pure nonsense, but @Roarbark has become used to their strange pack.  

Their hackles remain raised for a moment, only relaxing when other friend-@SaltySteve gives them a sausage (they enjoy sausage).  “Bork, bork bork”, they said, gesturing to shiny!metal, “Bork! Bork bork bork!” They flap their strange paw and make a hissing noise from their clenched blunt teeth.

When the rest of pack walks a wide circle around no longer not!friend-@MEtoEE, @Roarbark relaxes.  Something was wrong with no longer not!friend-@MEtoEE and @Roarbark has helped defend the pack.  They are good at being the pack leader.  Their tail untucks because they have killed not!friend and saved pack!

Friend-@LyceeFruit PE places a circle of grass on their head.  Without the crinkle cloth on their face, they smell pretty.

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@MEtoEE was another evil Wal-Mart mafia member

The remaining players are:

@ChebyshevII PE, @tj_PE, @vhab49_PE, @jean15paul_PE, @LyceeFruit PE, @MadamPirate PE, @SaltySteve, and @Roarbark

The final vote was:

x5 @MEtoEE (salty, chebs, jean, roar, lycee)

x2 @SaltySteve (me2, vhab)

 

[blybrook PE]

Congrats on getting another one!!

I didn’t die in vain!

 

[Tiger15]

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The pack traveled more footsteps, though friend-@blybrook PE was gone and left behind.  The two-leg walkers became odd the deeper they went into the cold, hard wall, cave.  Numbers of others!not pack increased, and yet, became smaller at the same time, huddling together against an unseen enemy.  The words "PPE'' and "weiser" became more prevalent as the search for forage continued. The world seemed to have but a single smell: disinfectant mixed with despair.

@Roarbark was worried.  There were traitors amongst them and, though one had been dealt with, there still remained others.  Woe betide those who attempted further harm to their companions! Though they had but four limbs, and none for grasping the cart, @Roarbark helped as well as they could.  A loaf of bread, gently grasped between sharp teeth. A growl of warning against the nefarious ‘Karens’ who lingered too long in front of the precious spices that made them sneeze.  They abide friend-@SaltySteve wrapping a strange smelling, crinkly cloth around their muzzle, though it dulled their senses, and gently tugged on friend-@LyceeFruit PE when they wandered too close to the dangerous, clean smelling, metal that caused hurts.

But...something seemed wrong.  Though the pack was moving, one lingered on the outskirts.  @Roarbark’s nose wrinkled at the fear!red!hot smell coming from friend-@MEtoEE, tail tucking slightly when they made eye contact by mistake.  Friend-@MEtoEE was slowing the pack down, but didn’t smell sick? Were they tricking? Were they slowing the pack because danger was ahead?

Because @Roarbark was thinking this thought very hard, trying to expand their senses to find a potential no!bad!danger!, they heard the hiss of !bad!nogood!

Without thinking, they spun, fangs bared, lunging at not!friend-@MEtoEE, who had pulled shiny!metal from somewhere!  The crinkly paper across their muzzle ripped easily when their teeth met soft, soft, flesh, canines digging deep into top-leg of not!friend-@MEtoEE!  There was screaming, excitement, @Roarbark closed their eyes to prevent damage when the other top-leg began to bang against their head. When a paw entered their mouth, trying to hook into their cheek to stop, @Roarbark bit deeper.  Do not stop, do not stop, crunch until hot blood covers the tongue, coating their insides, stealing strength from !enemy, bite until not!friend-@MEtoEE stops walking, until not!friend-@MEtoEE stops moving, until the shiny!metal is gone-gone-gone.

A few moments later, when @Roarbark has shaken the now limp not!friend-@MEtoEE to make sure the neck has snapped, shiny!metal sliding across the floor to land at the foot of pack, they pause when friend!@SaltySteve comes closer.  “Bork, bork-bork, bork?” They say, pure nonsense, but @Roarbark has become used to their strange pack.  

Their hackles remain raised for a moment, only relaxing when other friend-@SaltySteve gives them a sausage (they enjoy sausage).  “Bork, bork bork”, they said, gesturing to shiny!metal, “Bork! Bork bork bork!” They flap their strange paw and make a hissing noise from their clenched blunt teeth.

When the rest of pack walks a wide circle around no longer not!friend-@MEtoEE, @Roarbark relaxes.  Something was wrong with no longer not!friend-@MEtoEE and @Roarbark has helped defend the pack.  They are good at being the pack leader.  Their tail untucks because they have killed not!friend and saved pack!

Friend-@LyceeFruit PE places a circle of grass on their head.  Without the crinkle cloth on their face, they smell pretty.

---

@MEtoEE was another evil Wal-Mart mafia member

The remaining players are:

@ChebyshevII PE, @tj_PE, @vhab49_PE, @jean15paul_PE, @LyceeFruit PE, @MadamPirate PE, @SaltySteve, and @Roarbark

The final vote was:

x5 @MEtoEE (salty, chebs, jean, roar, lycee)

x2 @SaltySteve (me2, vhab)

That was great. I got halfway through before I realized it was the perspective of a wolf with all people. So then I read it again and it was greater.

 

[JayKay PE]

Bork. Bork bork bork bork!!!

 

[Roarbark]

From  to .

Don't be jelly.

@MEtoEE BORK BORK BORK

 

[Roarbark]

Also, just because I don't know if this will be done by Friday night (no premonition, just wanted a heads up); do we want to play over the weekend or stop until Monday?  If we do that, I would write the lynch for Friday and then hold off the mafia hit until Monday morning?

Asking current remaining players?

@ChebyshevII PE, @tj_PE, @MEtoEE, @vhab49_PE, @jean15paul_PE, @LyceeFruit PE, @MadamPirate PE, @SaltySteve, and @Roarbark

Not sure if this has been decided already or not. No strong preference, but I'm more likely to remember to participate if we wait til Mon.