So then you'd like something more like this? http://i.imgur.com/eGqTQcu.png
Here's a first draft to test the waters. http://i.imgur.com/4WtvOxm.png
I'll see what I can do
Walk like an Egyptian
Whoa, totally need to get in a post. Anyways, to be quick about it, I wasn't posting earlier because I was not at home. I was just reading from my phone to try and keep up with this extremely long discussion you all were having. Anywho. Vote: . :tale_wind
What would that be?
16 Samuel Riviera DAY: 90 [FINAL] | DATE: December 21st, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: The Gates in Al-Qurnah It hadn't been too long since He had finally showed up and all hell broke loose. It was utter chaos as countless fiends clamored to reach the gates they defended. Blood-curdling howls, spine-chilling roars, high-pitched screeching, and every inhuman sounds you could imagine filled the once quiet air of Al-Qurnah. Bright crimson flames danced as Sam cut down crowds of demons. There was no way he was about to let them get through without a fight. All of the fatigue he had felt before the start of the battle had all but vanished. The rush of adrenaline shooting through his body made all of the weariness go away, along with any pain he might've felt before. It felt like pure strength coursing through him as he cut his way through the immense mob. As he cut through all of them, only one though raced through his mind: It's kill or be killed.
It hadn't been too long since He had finally showed up and all hell broke loose. It was utter chaos as countless fiends clamored to reach the gates they defended. Blood-curdling howls, spine-chilling roars, high-pitched screeching, and every inhuman sounds you could imagine filled the once quiet air of Al-Qurnah. Bright crimson flames danced as Sam cut down crowds of demons. There was no way he was about to let them get through without a fight. All of the fatigue he had felt before the start of the battle had all but vanished. The rush of adrenaline shooting through his body made all of the weariness go away, along with any pain he might've felt before. It felt like pure strength coursing through him as he cut his way through the immense mob. As he cut through all of them, only one though raced through his mind: It's kill or be killed.
I'll get on the bandwagon too since the reasoning is sound. Vote Krowley
Really, like I said before, I was just messing with you guys because I was pretty sure I was getting offed. I did not expect my little comment to make things turn out the way they did. As for my own vote, I'll hold off on it for now because I'm not entirely sure on anything. I will definitely have a vote by the end of this day, but for now, I'll just wait and see how things unfold.
♅ KILLS - NONE ☰ MOOD - BORED ♅ Sitting around in the dark, waiting for something to happen was starting to get extremely boring. It was bad enough that he had to sit out the first game, now he had to wait while another one of his group went out there doing God knows what. For all he knew, he could be out there having the time of his life while the rest of them were sitting there like a bunch of schmucks. He let out a disinterested sigh as he sat on the floor, tapping his feet to the sweet rhythm of the silence in the room. Looking at this bunch of assholes was a chore in and of itself. There were more guys than girls in the room, and since one of the girls in his group get offed, that was one less in the group. It was beginning to be a real sausage fest and he didn't want any of it. Their dull faces, whining about having one of their classmates killed like little bitches. He had heard about these events before, and the moment they were caught, he knew exactly what they were in for. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. If someone got killed, they got killed. Time to move on with life and try to survive when it is their turn until one person is left. That's how these things usually went anyways. His bored, rhythmic tapping turned into an arrhythmic, fed up drumming as he started to wonder just what the hell that guy was doing out there. Since it seemed like no one else wanted to talk, he figured he'd strike up a conversation in the best way he knew. "God, what the fuck is that guy doing out there? What, did those sick bastards ask him to fuck that girl's corpse while they watch and jerk it?"
Sitting around in the dark, waiting for something to happen was starting to get extremely boring. It was bad enough that he had to sit out the first game, now he had to wait while another one of his group went out there doing God knows what. For all he knew, he could be out there having the time of his life while the rest of them were sitting there like a bunch of schmucks. He let out a disinterested sigh as he sat on the floor, tapping his feet to the sweet rhythm of the silence in the room. Looking at this bunch of assholes was a chore in and of itself. There were more guys than girls in the room, and since one of the girls in his group get offed, that was one less in the group. It was beginning to be a real sausage fest and he didn't want any of it. Their dull faces, whining about having one of their classmates killed like little bitches. He had heard about these events before, and the moment they were caught, he knew exactly what they were in for. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. If someone got killed, they got killed. Time to move on with life and try to survive when it is their turn until one person is left. That's how these things usually went anyways. His bored, rhythmic tapping turned into an arrhythmic, fed up drumming as he started to wonder just what the hell that guy was doing out there. Since it seemed like no one else wanted to talk, he figured he'd strike up a conversation in the best way he knew. "God, what the fuck is that guy doing out there? What, did those sick bastards ask him to fuck that girl's corpse while they watch and jerk it?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 88 | DATE: December 19th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: The Gates in Al-Qurnah As much as he enjoyed feeling the warmth of Hana next to him, there were things to be done. "I should probably go now. It'd be better to have as many people as possible defending the gates, just in case something happens." With a short kiss, Sam let go of Hana and made his way out of the hotel. Having a chat with her made it feel like a huge burden has been lifted from his chest. As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, he made a mad dash towards the ever-growing mob of demons trying to get to the Gates. There was a lightness in his step as he ran. A smile crept across his face as the thought of sinking his blade into the enemy entered his mind. The moment he got to the battlefield, he explosively leapt into the fray. His blade, wreathed in crimson flames, slammed down on one of the fiends in front of him, cleaving him cleanly in half. As he continued to mow down heaps of demons, their limbs flew left and right. His mind and movements were utterly unclouded. Those actions were all those of certainty.
As much as he enjoyed feeling the warmth of Hana next to him, there were things to be done. "I should probably go now. It'd be better to have as many people as possible defending the gates, just in case something happens." With a short kiss, Sam let go of Hana and made his way out of the hotel. Having a chat with her made it feel like a huge burden has been lifted from his chest. As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, he made a mad dash towards the ever-growing mob of demons trying to get to the Gates. There was a lightness in his step as he ran. A smile crept across his face as the thought of sinking his blade into the enemy entered his mind. The moment he got to the battlefield, he explosively leapt into the fray. His blade, wreathed in crimson flames, slammed down on one of the fiends in front of him, cleaving him cleanly in half. As he continued to mow down heaps of demons, their limbs flew left and right. His mind and movements were utterly unclouded. Those actions were all those of certainty.
Huh... Wow. Uh, was not expecting not to get lynched. I'll be honest, I was just messing with y'all because I was pretty sure I was gonna get lynched.
Says you.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 88 | DATE: December 19th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: The Gates in Al-Qurnah Fending off the seemingly never-ending horde of demons was exhausting. She would kill one and two more would appear in its place ready to rush over her. They definitely had their small group of people outnumbered by a landslide, but they seemed relatively week, especially in comparison to some of the others that have had more time to train. It hadn't been too long since she joined the group and an even shorter still since she had actually figured out how to use her powers. Fighting against the endless throng of fiends did provide an excellent opportunity for her to further hone her abilities. She had learned more offensive ways of using her barrier based powers. Dropping a large barrier on top of bunches of demons was an effective way of clearing them out, though continual creation of giant barriers was tiring. Intentionally destroying barriers was another effective, if risky, way of getting rid of a large crowd. The risk in this lay in the fact that the shards of energy that formed the barrier would fly in completely random directions and could potentially hit one of her allies. She continued to fight off the demons, trying various things out with her barrier powers to see how else she could use them. As a demon rushed at her, an idea popped in her head and without hesitation, she tried to see if it would work. In an instant, the fiend's head was separated from its body, the head staying in place sitting on top of a razor thin barrier. "Holy crap, I can't believe I just pulled that off." However, she couldn't just sit there in wide-eyed wonder from how she just used her powers, not when there were more of these things to deal with.
Fending off the seemingly never-ending horde of demons was exhausting. She would kill one and two more would appear in its place ready to rush over her. They definitely had their small group of people outnumbered by a landslide, but they seemed relatively week, especially in comparison to some of the others that have had more time to train. It hadn't been too long since she joined the group and an even shorter still since she had actually figured out how to use her powers. Fighting against the endless throng of fiends did provide an excellent opportunity for her to further hone her abilities. She had learned more offensive ways of using her barrier based powers. Dropping a large barrier on top of bunches of demons was an effective way of clearing them out, though continual creation of giant barriers was tiring. Intentionally destroying barriers was another effective, if risky, way of getting rid of a large crowd. The risk in this lay in the fact that the shards of energy that formed the barrier would fly in completely random directions and could potentially hit one of her allies. She continued to fight off the demons, trying various things out with her barrier powers to see how else she could use them. As a demon rushed at her, an idea popped in her head and without hesitation, she tried to see if it would work. In an instant, the fiend's head was separated from its body, the head staying in place sitting on top of a razor thin barrier. "Holy crap, I can't believe I just pulled that off." However, she couldn't just sit there in wide-eyed wonder from how she just used her powers, not when there were more of these things to deal with.
♆ KILLS - NONE ☵ MOOD - HORRIFIED ♆ After the dust had settled from the spiked ceiling's collapse, another dead body lay before them. His breathing hitched as he fully processed that another one of their classmates just died. This is the second time he has witnessed a death and it wasn't any easier seeing it happen. The image of his mangled body would never leave his mind, much the same as how the image of Sancia's dead body was burned into his memories. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Was there..." The shaken girl started. "A ladder... there..." It took him a little while to figure out what Angie was asking, though he pieced it together. "I don't remember seeing any ladders in the Supply Room," he answered solemnly. After taking a while to collect himself, he turned his back and put his glasses back on, adjusting them with his finger. "Let's go back. I'd rather not risk having to see another person die today." Two deaths in one day was a harsh way for things to start off. He had hoped for the sake of the other groups that they didn't have to go through something similar to what they just did. All they could do now was just try to stay alive and hope that they can get out of this ordeal alive.
After the dust had settled from the spiked ceiling's collapse, another dead body lay before them. His breathing hitched as he fully processed that another one of their classmates just died. This is the second time he has witnessed a death and it wasn't any easier seeing it happen. The image of his mangled body would never leave his mind, much the same as how the image of Sancia's dead body was burned into his memories. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Was there..." The shaken girl started. "A ladder... there..." It took him a little while to figure out what Angie was asking, though he pieced it together. "I don't remember seeing any ladders in the Supply Room," he answered solemnly. After taking a while to collect himself, he turned his back and put his glasses back on, adjusting them with his finger. "Let's go back. I'd rather not risk having to see another person die today." Two deaths in one day was a harsh way for things to start off. He had hoped for the sake of the other groups that they didn't have to go through something similar to what they just did. All they could do now was just try to stay alive and hope that they can get out of this ordeal alive.
*Nonchalant whistling*[DOUBLEPOST=1396888236][/DOUBLEPOST]Yes, why would I want to lynch myself? I mean, it's not like there's some third party role that wins this game when they get themselves lynched, right?
Well, at this rate, it looks like I'm gonna... Bite the Dust
Well, let's make this official. Unvote Jiku Neon Vote Bite the Dust
Guess I won't be making house calls anymore...
Alright, though considering all of the deaths that have happened so far, we don't exactly have a good track record for offing the Mafia when it comes to lynching. I've got a sneaking suspicion, just a sneaking one, that the Mafia is gonna win this one. Although, I'm sure anything I say at this point is
