Gnarlitch

Gnarly, instead of simply looking at the paper in the smurf's hand, actually takes it and then points at Cryptomancer, "YOU! You have already shown your truly evil nature in casting a malevolent spell over this hapless beautiful young lady! YOU ARE THE PRANKSTER!" OOC: yep, a vote against Cryptomancer. Oddly, I seem to be voting against him in both games. Wonder if he's a "wolf" in both games....

"X" walks into the room where Mickey and Shamus are meeting. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. You know, before one arranges a meeting in a given location, say a small cafe perchance, quite generally it behoves one to ascertain the proprietorships of aforementioned location. This is most especially true when one wishes a secret meeting to discuss betraying said proprietor. Allow me to translate that for you illiterate, *tone of speech and accent changes quite suddenly and quite drastically* backstabbing, bottom feeding sewer slimes. I OWN THIS JOINT! As well as every other piece of realestate between here and the river! So iff'n yews wanna talk smack about me behind my back ye might wanna doit somewheres else." Vinny glares at Shamus and Mickey, staring them in the eyes until their skin crawls. Slowly, his gaze rests solely on Mickey. "Yer a stinkin' coward Mick. Yer yellow. Yew make nice to my face, all the time lookin' ta stab me in the back. But thet ain't the worst of it. You accuse ME of sloppy work, like that bomb! You know very damn well I ain't never done a job so sloppy an' public in me life! I never been ta jail, ain't ever even been up on charges. 'Cuz I'm careful. I use a knife or a silenced gun, an' yew know it. Better yet, I use an untraceable poison. And you now accuse me of using something as crude as that bomb...OR THAT DAMNABLE RADIOACTIVE POISON!! Maybe you forgot how my mother died. She worked in that atomic power plant when I was a kid. Remember, the one with the reactor leak. She died a slow and horrific death from radiation poisoning. The doctors said it was even worse than cancer for the pain it caused. MY MOTHER! For that you die. Oh, and if ya think yer boyz is gonna save yews, think again. They are all "indisposed" at the moment. The only way for you to make it out of here alive is through me. " Mickey looks around the room and realizes that it's true. All of his men appear either drugged or have guns to their heads and are recieving shots at the moment. Even Shamus' eyes appear glazed and incoherrent. Just then he suddenly sees stars and his ears ring from the open handed slap Vinny has just given him...the ultimate insult between men on the street! Edit: Each of the other Bosses recieves a live broadcast feed of the foreplay ond of the fight that ensues.

well, Mickey/Crypto, if yas wanna try to lynch me for no better reason than Tangy's not writing in any attemps on my life as of yet, I beleive you are showing your true colors. True colors whispered to me by my "informants." Yer a dead wolfie! CHANGE VOTE TO MICKEY/CRYPTOMANCER

"We be in a dungeon, cuteness. Probably filled with monsters an' treasure....me favorite kind! Hoody Hoo!" The dwarf then starts wandering around the room, poking into corners, etc. and whispering into his left wrist (kinda like a secret service guy or something). "Hey! A secret compartment!! Not even trapped or nuttin!" *Reaching in he pulls out a small bag that rattles and clinks, which he quickly stuffs into his belt pouch* We'll look inside that later. Let's find out what else's in this 'ere dungeon first."

tit-for-tat Celes? Personally I prefer a slightly modified version of that...but let's not make Jammeez jealous, shall we? :woot:

OOC: I gt the first vote! I get the first vote! :wizzie: :woot: And the winner is: *drum roll* *tap dancing* *insane laughter* "Opium Lotus" aka Lady Celes

"X" watches the video and shudders a bit. A RADIOACTIVE POISON?!?! He had tried to immunize himself from every toxin known to man to prevent just such a thing from happening to himself, but even HE had been unable to find a way to immunize from THAT. The very thought made his flesh crawl. Odd, though, that no attempts had been made on his own life as of yet. Vitrually eveyone else had had problems except for him. That boded ill, any way you looked at it. Maybe someone was trying to make it look as if he was behind it...especially as the last death had been by poison! But who would be after him? He couldn't think of why any of the others would want him dead. He had had fair buisness dealings with all of the others, and was not a competitor with any of them. Hell, his people even provided personal security for some of the others! It was time for a vacation. Go away for a while and let all this blow over. Come back after the smoke had cleared and make peace with the last man or woman standing. He began placing calls. He had his planes prepped for a flight to Nova Scotia, his yacht prepped for his island in the Carribean, and first class plane tickets for Rome. His limo he ordered to his penthouse and his chopper he ordered to go to his office. A person matching his description went to each destination...but he went somewhere else, to wait and to watch.

The Predator costume shimmers and disappears, revealing the familiar figure of the battle hardened dwarf, fully armed and accoutered. He straps his shield onto his left arm and then draws his warhammer. The silver and bronze inlay on his full plate armor gleams brightly, even in the dim light of the basement. After a quick hawk and spit he makes his way down the new tunnel, grinning evilly and not even needing to duck like most of the others.

In the penthouse suite of TruelyNolen Tower, "X" paces furiously. His underlings imagine that they can even see smoke coming from his ears he is so angry. He suddenly stops and yells for a phone, of which 5 seem to appear as if by magic in the hands of his subs. He grabs the nearest and dials a number from memory. "Shamus! Even a bloody daft mick such as yerself should be smarter than this public killin'. What are ye thinkin'? .... It wasn't you? And why would I be inclined to believe that? ... You sure? ... You damn well better be. I'll still be keeping an eye on you! *click* "X" tosses the ohone back to the sub and then goes to his PC, logs on, and begins typing furiously.....

it was...but then I realized that IC I had already allied myself with cryptomancer....

OOC: EDIT: much as I hate to railroad someone the first round....change vote to Gutterball Katz

KATZ ACTUALLY AN ALIEN SPECIES! YES! You heard me correctly! Katz, so called feline personnae at the The Mighty Pen is actually an alien species! How else can you explain the all night drinking binges without a hangover? The Phalanx of ferocious fictitious felines that accompany her every move? THE LACK OF HAIRBALLS?!?!?! Nothing else can explain it. So, we here at the Pen Enquirer put out an inquiry. We sent out feelers and vast hordes of peons (well, actually only one peon in the mail room, who shall remain nameless). And what did we find? Let me tell you!! We found hair! Masses and masses of hair! And absolutely NONE of it came from any species known to modern day science. Our esteemed DNA ayalyst and gofer, Dr. Schwineherdtz, performed and excruciatingly detailed study, including the most exacting DNA study known to man on every single hair found in Katz residence. It was exhausting research (we do apologize for the numerous pay-per-view movies charged on her satellite account) but our conclusions were abolutely, positively inconclusive! SHE IS NOT FROM THIS PLANET! The most damning bit of evidence of all we found in her personal home movie collection, cleverly disguised as a fictional children's story. It detailed the first visit of her kind to Earthin modern times. They came in search of a power source some 40 or 50 years ago. These "space felines" were able to not only talk but also had strange and powerful magical abilities accessible through their collars! Worst of all, they even discovered the ability to interbreed with our earth-born species of felines and corrupt them. Word on the street has it that they are building a Cat Army and have plans for world domination through mind control of their human handlers! Then, once they have enough power on earth, militants of their society will fly here through space in their cat-head-shaped flying saucers to take humans back to their home planet as slaves to work in their massage parlors and restraunts. Protect yourselves now! You MUST rid yourselves of all cats in your posession! In order to accomplish this, make yourself a brain protecting helmet out of a steel mixing bowl and some tinfoil. this has been proven usefull in blocking harmfull attempts at mind control. SAVE YOURSELVES!!!

"X" explodes in a rage at the television news. Some firking AMATEUR is doing hits in HIS territory! And whoever they are they don't seem to be content to hunt small game. This could be interesting.....He calls a meeting. *to his underlings* Find this #*$#%$*&@ and find him fast! I want his balls in a jar by noon tomorrow! Take an especially close look at all associates of Mr. Avocado. Someone may be making a try for the top an' we don't want to be used as a firking stepstool! NOW MOVE! After they all leave he decides he needs a bit of "entertainment" and goes into his lab. There Antoinie waits, cuffed to a chair and duct tape across his mouth. On a table in front of his lie the eviscerated remains of the CIA agent. "X" rips the tape off of Antoinie's mouth. "Now then, Little Tony, ole chum. What was so important about what he had to say? Hmm?" Antoinie blanches and then noisily vomits. However, he keeps he doesn't say a thing. After a bit more intimidation and a bit of slapping around "X" pulls out a clones cell phone and places a call. "Yo, Mickey. It's me. Looks like yer boy is clean. VERY loyal. And yeah, what he said about the fed was true. Any ideas?

As soon as katz starts singing the song for the thrid time, Gnarlitch has had enough. He re-engages his light-weaving camoflage and makes his way to where she is singing. Quite abruptly she is bound and gagged, gently, of course. He then takes her in search of a mage to remove the curse....

The stinky dwarf/predator sidles up to Mynx, pinches her on the "cheek," and then stuffs a bottle of a clear liquid in her hands when she turns towards him, startled. "Here, sweetness, try some of this. Careful though, it's rather strong!" He watches her take a large swallow and smile then smiles in return. With that he puts his arm around her and escorts her off, winking at the others. OOC: Okay, yes, I know how this looks. In fact, it was intended to look that way...as a ruse. The bottle is actually full of mineral water and a magical potion vs. intoxication, but has a glamour put on it so that it appears to the drinker as if it is a strong alcoholic beverage until it is too late and they are sober and in control once more. Then it is usually advisable to duck and run because this sort of "help" is usually unappreciated!

The X-Terminator quietly watches eveyone through his dark glasses, seemingly intent on his meal. He started with a Ceasar salad, moved on to T-bone steak and French Fries with a side of egg-drop soup, and then enjoyed a streussel for dessert. Damn this would be interesting. Watching the TV news he begins to contemplate various methods of "pest control."

Vinny "The X-Terminator" Nolen at yews soiviss. How ya doin'? Me an' me boyz, we speshulyze in in cleanin' out da' vermin, if'n ya knowz wut I'm sayin'. *wink wink* Ya gots rats? We make 'em disappear, poimanently. Ain't nobody ever found thet Hoffa fella, an nobody ever will. No body no crime I sez. An the feds. they can't pin nuttin' on me or any o' my boyz. We da most respected an' feared exterminators on da whole planet. Nuf said. Ok, it's hard to type like that. I may have to study "Hooked on Phonics" and watch "The Godfather" to brush up a bit. Anyways. Vinny never aspired to greatness. Heck, he never even aspired to mediocrity, he just happens to be VERY good at his chosen profession. It all started at the age of 8 when his grandfather asked him to clean up the barn. It was infested with rats and he got bit. He's hated rats ever since. He started experimenting and formulationg his own line of rat poisons, and "Truley Nolen" was born. Now, one of his "special" employees can infiltrate anywhere unseen by hiding in plain sight in their funny yellow cars with the ears and tails. He was twelve when his father was sent up the river by another, more insidious, breed of rat. And he swore revenge. It took four and a half years, but he did it. He found Hoffa waiting alone for a meet with his friends, the Feds, anxious to rat out another member of the family. Sucked to be him, especially since he was still alive when the rats began their feast! Now then, Vinny may talk like an uneducated wop who makes rocks look smart, but don't let the facade fool you. He's got a doctorate in biochemistry and an MBA in marketing, as well as a multi-million dollar legitimate buisness with which to hide his true passion. Just be careful not to drink anything he offers....

With a slight whirring sound the Predator powers up his suit again and begins targetting the pumpkin-ads. HEHEHEHE! THIS IS FUN!

A strange glowing triangle shaped patter suddenly appears on Papa Smurf's forehead. "Papa Smurf is EEEEEEEvil! Papa Smurf MUST DIE!" With that two short bolts of light fly at the elder smurf's head from a dark spot in the rafters. Screams of fear and surpize echo throughout the room as Papa Smurf stands his ground and laughs. The bolts of light explode harmlessly in the air scant inches from the blue giant's nose to the evil sounding laughter from the corner, where the shadow seems to coalesce into a vaguely man-shaped form. A HUGE man-shaped form. The outline of a Predator cloaked in darkness detaches itself from the shadows of the rafters and drops down in the midst of the dance floor, colors and shadows seeming to twist and ripple where it passes. Then, and vaguely familiar putrid smell that has been nagging at the edge of consciousness comes to the forefront of thought, instantly recognizable to those who have smelled it before. "HEY! Stinky's back! How smurfy!" "Heya Nave! Tanny. Everyone else. Like my costume? had a "friend" work up this holographic image projector for me. It's way kewl!" With that the shadowy form wanders over to the refreshment table and sets to.

The stinky dwarf, after wandering around to all the occupied booths, kicks back for awhile in an empty booth, waiting for something else exciting to happen. After a few hours true boredom sets in and he starts pondering what sort of booth he could open himself. He has seen "Kick the Dwarf" on previous occasions and it has been fairly popular, but he also finds it a bit offensive. Maybe a shooting booth....nah, last time that one got out of hand when someone turned the bazooka on a bystander and things got out of hand. He'd had to sneak out of town that time. Hmmm, how about "Scoundrel for Hire"? Nah, that's been done too many times, and the last maiden he'd rescued had been offended by his smell. Was it his fault that he'd just wrestled a muck monster in order to get to her? Really now... Then, it came to him. the perfect booth, at least for him. He spent the next few minutes scribbling furiously, and when he was done, he put out his sign: ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENTS Someone bothering you? Know someone who needs to "wake up and smell the coffee?" Just want to get someones attention? this is the place for you: Wuss Slap, a real "attention getter": 5 geld Boot to the Head, a bit more serious: 10 geld Can O' Whoop @$$, we'll even bring the can opener, 20 geld other services available upon request: Broken bones: 2 geld each Appendages removed: 10 geld each Special Services: negotiable With the sign out, he sat back in his easy chair and waited for the geld to start rolling in

The stinky dwarf, accompanied by a rather dusky-hued, exotic looking elf woman step up to the dunking booth. "Hmm. Rex, honey, the poor lizard doesn't seem to like that water very much. Do you think we could improve it for him?" "What do you want me to do, Itchy?" *the dwarf whispers in her ear* "Oh, sure, I can do that!" And with a pinh of some strange powder, an odd gesture, and a mumbled incantation, the deed is done. "Thankee, lass. Now, if you would be so kind as to keep anyone from standing in front of that target thingy as I'd hate to shoot anyone by accident." "Uh, Itchy, you're supposed to throw this ball at the target, and from right here..." "That's much too close, it would hardly be fair. That can't be more than ten feet!" With that the dwarf stomps away up the midway until he's about 150' away. "This will work much better!" With that he pulls his rune-carved war hammer from his belt and with hardly a pause, throws it at the target. AAAAA...SPLOOSH! Wyvern come back up out of the tank, coughing and sputtering, and then pauses for a moment before grinning broadly. His head disappears under the surface again, this time for much longer. When he comes back up he looks inordinately pleased with the world and seems a bit glassy eyed. "Ssssssay! Thatssss not bad!" The dwarf grins back and replies, "Of course it's 'not bad.' It's Kromian Ale, the finest beverage in this plane of existence! Be careful though, it's also one of the most potent potable beverages as well." Wyvern looks at him as if he is a dullard child for a second, then smiles his toothy grin again. "Well, thankyou for making this day much more pleasant for me." "No prob, Wyv. And, if you decide you need a break for a bit, I wouldn't mind a few ale dunkings myself!" With that the dwarf and dark elf saunter off to see what other fine amusements can be had at the carnival.

Sven was angry, very much so in fact. Not only had that damned pirate ruined his most recent matchmaking, but he had also ruined one of his fancy heart-shaped silk pillows by knocking over a candleabra and covering it in melted candle wax and scorching it somewhat. Sven had entered his shop to find Gertrude and the pirate in a sexual act atop his favorite coffee table, you know, the one with the cheetah-skin top supported by four hippopotomi for the base? Well, anyways, he caught them in the act and the pirate had dived out the window, seeing as Sven was accompanied by the village blacksmith, Gunter, at the time, Gunter being the one betrothed to Gertrude. The last anyone had heard or seen on the pirate was him running down the street, yelling like a madman, "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, but my oh my [bleep]ing Gertrude was fun!"

*gag...choke...cough...urgh* Was fun, but I had to die to get the game moving again anyways, so....SEE YA'LL ON THE FLIP SIDE!

The stinky dwarf stumbles into the booth and plops himself down on ne of the stools. "Can you help me Doc? I REALLY need some help."

OOC: Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm plenty messed up without any drugs. Heck, when I was in the Marines I'd always be the designated driver while on leave as I don't drink. Problem is, I'd embarrass the guys who were drunk off their asses by the crap I'd do with out being drunk. IC: Itchy moans and groans a bit in the corner as the drugs begin to wear off and he begins to feel more pain, both bodily and mentaly. Then, in one brief moment of clarity, he realizes who must be the true killer here. Shakily, he raises a shackled hand to point....at Rena, who is hiding in a corner opposite him. OOC: Rena/DragonQueen, because she's going to accuse me (since she tried to already during night phase! )