I'll pm the name of the person I want you to kill. Be adviced, however, that if only one person dies tonight, you'll be next down the road.
My life is a nightmare
Don't you worry your pretty little head.
The shot will fall.
I'm a guy xD
Wait, I know everyone's abilities?
And that's not the reason I voted for you; I voted you because of the way you reacted to my vote. Since you tried to pin the blame on me for voting you (mafia tactic) instead of defending yourself (town tactic), I thought you were suspicious and kept my vote on you.
Dammit, I ALWAYS guess the wrong gender.
Oh, I confused you with Paperhorse. Sorry.
But why did you vote me in the first place? I don't see the point of that. I also don't see how I acted mafia-like at all. You didn't vote me for a very good reason and I was defending myself that way. I also don't see how I could defend myself without doing that or roleclaiming, and as I already stated I'm not going to roleclaim.
Cadet Cupcake laid in bed in a dimly lit crew quarters smoking a cigarette. He knew he was a security officer on the Enterprise and therefore was responsible for being alert at all times in case of an emergency, but it had been too long since he had felt the touch of a woman, and he hadn't felt this good in years. At this moment, he did not regret it in the slightest.
Suddenly, a small sound broke the monotony of the white noise of the ship's systems. Cupcake looked around, but saw nothing. It must have been his imagination.
Once he had laid back and began to relax again, a dark figure dashed out from the shadows. Cupcake reached for his pants where he had left his phaser, but it was too late. He was caught completely off guard, and would never see the face of his killer.
Meanwhile back on Delta Vega, Keenser was left all alone. It had been three days since Scotty had transported off, and he had not received even a single transmission hinting that he was okay.
Keenser had a choice to make. He could stay here at the base where he really didn't know how to do much without Scotty's help anyway, or he could go after him. “Why not?” he thought. He might as well go after his best friend Scotty. “He's the smartest person I've ever met, I'm sure he got the calculations right,” He told himself.
Though he kept telling himself that everything was going to be alright, deep down Keenser knew exactly what had happened. Regardless, he went bravely along with his plan to meet back up with his best friend. He set the transporter to run automatically, stepped onto the pad, was engulfed by a swirl of energy and was never heard from again.
It is now Day 5. You may now place your votes. This phase will end at 11:00 PM EDT (GMT-4) on July 22, 2012.
@Fresa; - satisfied? you made me shoot a townie.
:/ Sorry for not believing you, @America*;. No hard feelings?
Case open, Case shut
Weird. Three people were supposed to die :/
My life is a nightmare