In the context, seppel made a point of going as far as copying the text that replaces an ignored post. There's passive aggressive behaviour and then there's rubbing the fact that you've ignored someone in their face.
You could have asked for clarification seppel. A mod isn't supposed to be some enigmatic message you have to crack on your own. I had actually hoped you would have pmed me at any point instead of making assumptions about your role. And the wifom? Only there because a player falsely claimed vig
How many days has this been?
Four?
Five?
Six even?
By now everyone has lost count. What nobody here has lost track of, however, is the body count. A grim reminder awaits the group when they enter the room, on the table they've been convening around is a collection of photographs.
Saul Tigh, Gaius Baltar, Kara Thrace
Tom Zarek, Kendra Shaw, Lee Adama
Galen Tyrol
The last photo makes it clear that Galen isn't just oversleeping. He won't be showing up.. ever again.
Caex Kothar, Galen Tyrol, Town Innocent has been killed
Five alive. Only three will decide the next death, perhaps the fate of humanity itself.
The Seven have fallen to shambles. Their arguing echoes off the walls as the words fall on obstinate, deaf ears. The votes fall into a dead split with neither side willing to budge and both parties believing that it's a ploy by the cylons to get them killed. The number of actual infiltrators has itself fallen under speculation. Are there only two as the group initially assumed or are there three? The notion of a three-person infiltration hangs like a sword over the group, as the Jury has not sent a single Cylon through the airlock, and a failure tonight would spell the death of the fleet, of humanity itself.
One individual proclaims that both of the individuals being voted must be cylons, and places his vote on Sir Karn, ending the night's deliberations with a decisive vote.
Final Votecount
Sir Karn : Seppel, Rodemy, Guardman, Caex Kothar
LnGrrR : Sir Karn, KosaKkosa
KosaKosa: LnGrrrR
Sir Karn, Lee Adama Town Vanilla Has been lynched.
Lee.
Lee Adama.
Apollo.
He rises to his feet, his fate sealed. "We've all made mistakes here. We've all done things we're going to regret. If this is how this has to end then so be it. "
The group hesitates for a moment. Another decorated officer of the Colonial fleet is about to fall victim to the bloodthirst of this Jury. Someone moves to stop him, to suggest that this doesn't need to happen. He shrugs it off, "No. We came here to do a job. We're going to do that job."
Before long Lee is in the airlock, waiting for the hammer to come down, for the hatch to open. His last words, before the rush of air silences him for good, "I'm sorry Kara.."
It is now Night 4. Do not post. Night will end in no less than forty eight hours.
Guardman made a ballsy play and it paid off with interest.
Asenion and Pinky's Brain both requested replacement.
Would also like to raise issue with Seppel's use of the Ignore function on another player in the game.
Spec thread contains link to setup.
Also sep question: why dualla?
Mafia win
Four?
Five?
Six even?
By now everyone has lost count. What nobody here has lost track of, however, is the body count. A grim reminder awaits the group when they enter the room, on the table they've been convening around is a collection of photographs.
Saul Tigh, Gaius Baltar, Kara Thrace
Tom Zarek, Kendra Shaw, Lee Adama
Galen Tyrol
The last photo makes it clear that Galen isn't just oversleeping. He won't be showing up.. ever again.
Caex Kothar, Galen Tyrol, Town Innocent has been killed
Five alive. Only three will decide the next death, perhaps the fate of humanity itself.
It is now Day Five
One individual proclaims that both of the individuals being voted must be cylons, and places his vote on Sir Karn, ending the night's deliberations with a decisive vote.
Final Votecount
Sir Karn : Seppel, Rodemy, Guardman, Caex Kothar
LnGrrR : Sir Karn, KosaKkosa
KosaKosa: LnGrrrR
Sir Karn, Lee Adama Town Vanilla Has been lynched.
Lee.
Lee Adama.
Apollo.
He rises to his feet, his fate sealed. "We've all made mistakes here. We've all done things we're going to regret. If this is how this has to end then so be it. "
The group hesitates for a moment. Another decorated officer of the Colonial fleet is about to fall victim to the bloodthirst of this Jury. Someone moves to stop him, to suggest that this doesn't need to happen. He shrugs it off, "No. We came here to do a job. We're going to do that job."
Before long Lee is in the airlock, waiting for the hammer to come down, for the hatch to open. His last words, before the rush of air silences him for good,
"I'm sorry Kara.."
It is now Night 4. Do not post. Night will end in no less than forty eight hours.
Twilight will continue for one hour.