Mafia #33 - Bruce Campbell Vs. Army of Darkness
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Seriously I'm back to trying to figure out what Z would do. Not that I'm very good at that. This makes (surprise, surprise) RB my main suspect.
First I think Z might have gone with Cat's turn choice, and I'm pretty sure with all Cat's buttkissing and defending, RB was that choice.
I also think Z could of taken DD up on her comment to make it RB and don't tell anybody. I would do something like that it would amuse me to no end.
Last off RB seemed to be bucking for a sidekick (minion):
Course I was out to lunch on RB on the first day.
Another possability is Cap
"the king is dead, long live the king" or in the words of Ric Flair "to be the man, you got to beat the man"
Cap put the nail in Cat's coffin, it would almost be poetic to pass the evil mantle to him.
The third possability is pick a veteran with no or few votes on day 1 like JL or Plant. Best of both world's an experinced player who is not suspected. Certainly increases the odds of getting to day 3.
First I think Z might have gone with Cat's turn choice, and I'm pretty sure with all Cat's buttkissing and defending, RB was that choice.
I also think Z could of taken DD up on her comment to make it RB and don't tell anybody. I would do something like that it would amuse me to no end.
Last off RB seemed to be bucking for a sidekick (minion):
Course I was out to lunch on RB on the first day.
Another possability is Cap
"the king is dead, long live the king" or in the words of Ric Flair "to be the man, you got to beat the man"
Cap put the nail in Cat's coffin, it would almost be poetic to pass the evil mantle to him.
The third possability is pick a veteran with no or few votes on day 1 like JL or Plant. Best of both world's an experinced player who is not suspected. Certainly increases the odds of getting to day 3.
OgreMkV
Father of Earth's Next Emperor
Chill swings by the S-mart picks up some cleaning supplies, shotgun shells, a few brews and a copy of "Finding Evil For Dummies". He sees a few window shoppers but there really isn't much going on in town today.
He decides to go for lunch at the local diner. He has a big slice of cherry pie and an ice cold coke. He savours his pie while he watches the waitress with her pretty smile and her tight skirt. Naw this town ain't too bad at all.
He decides to go for lunch at the local diner. He has a big slice of cherry pie and an ice cold coke. He savours his pie while he watches the waitress with her pretty smile and her tight skirt. Naw this town ain't too bad at all.
Man...this game is wild. Live and learn. No more grasping at straws today. I need to get my a$$ in gear and get some real substance. I found out the hard way yesterday that putting all your eggs in one basket is not a great idea.
I don't regret it all because being a newb, I didn't realize that RB prolly always responds to posts in that fashion. Now let's see. My main suspects at this point are...No one. The main thing I have to go on here are the comments from the other townies as to who Z would pick. Hopefully I can elaborate further once more posts have been made.
Well Dawg gets up off the grass where he had passed out after a long night of partying in celebration that Evil Ash is dead. He wipes the implanted dirt and grass off his drool covered cheek and stares up at the smoldering corpse.
He decides to walk down main street to see what the other Townies are up to but no one seems to be out yet. He sees a shiny blue and gold motorcycle glistening in the morning sun and decides to check himself out in the fat chrome covered tail pipes. '****' Dawg says, 'I did a number on myself last night'. Upon further inspection of his torn and tattered clothing he realizes that what he thought to be dirt on the front of his white t-shirt was actually a tire tread mark. He looks a little closer and realizes the pattern matches the rear tire of the Harley in front of him. Not really knowing how this had transpired Dawg reached into his pocket, opened the knife and quickly jabbed it into the rear tire.
Just then he could smell the odor of catfish intermingled with a hint of BO and wondered to himself 'What is that dreadful stench'. He turned and saw what he could only assume was the overweight bald headed owner of the bike he had just vandalized. In a raspy voice the man barked at Dawg and Dawg decided not to bark back this time. Dawg ran like the wind out of sight and was glad the man had no air in his rear tire, as that was the only way the man was going to catch him.
I don't regret it all because being a newb, I didn't realize that RB prolly always responds to posts in that fashion. Now let's see. My main suspects at this point are...No one. The main thing I have to go on here are the comments from the other townies as to who Z would pick. Hopefully I can elaborate further once more posts have been made.
Well Dawg gets up off the grass where he had passed out after a long night of partying in celebration that Evil Ash is dead. He wipes the implanted dirt and grass off his drool covered cheek and stares up at the smoldering corpse.
He decides to walk down main street to see what the other Townies are up to but no one seems to be out yet. He sees a shiny blue and gold motorcycle glistening in the morning sun and decides to check himself out in the fat chrome covered tail pipes. '****' Dawg says, 'I did a number on myself last night'. Upon further inspection of his torn and tattered clothing he realizes that what he thought to be dirt on the front of his white t-shirt was actually a tire tread mark. He looks a little closer and realizes the pattern matches the rear tire of the Harley in front of him. Not really knowing how this had transpired Dawg reached into his pocket, opened the knife and quickly jabbed it into the rear tire.
Just then he could smell the odor of catfish intermingled with a hint of BO and wondered to himself 'What is that dreadful stench'. He turned and saw what he could only assume was the overweight bald headed owner of the bike he had just vandalized. In a raspy voice the man barked at Dawg and Dawg decided not to bark back this time. Dawg ran like the wind out of sight and was glad the man had no air in his rear tire, as that was the only way the man was going to catch him.
Daddy-O chuckles as the skittish little kid hi-tails it, acne and all, into the distance. If he is not mistaken, it appears to be more of a waddle than a run; looks like he will be needing a complete change of clothing even sooner than he thought.
As he looks at the bikes rear tire, he gets another good chuckle. Screwy little snot nose actually thought there was air in a solid core drag slick. Ah, well....time for a cruise.
The engine jumps to life with barely a quarter stroke and the exhaust quickly erodes the stench of the scorched body on the flag pole. Daddy-O wonders why ACville Sanitation folks haven't been out yet to remove the results of last nights fun.
He cruises off on a parallel path to the kid..maybe he will gun the engine a few times just to let him know life's actions always catch up with you. It will add a bit of humor to tomorrow night. Then it will be off to S Mart, he needs to fill up the saddle bag coolers with some more beer...
As he looks at the bikes rear tire, he gets another good chuckle. Screwy little snot nose actually thought there was air in a solid core drag slick. Ah, well....time for a cruise.
The engine jumps to life with barely a quarter stroke and the exhaust quickly erodes the stench of the scorched body on the flag pole. Daddy-O wonders why ACville Sanitation folks haven't been out yet to remove the results of last nights fun.
He cruises off on a parallel path to the kid..maybe he will gun the engine a few times just to let him know life's actions always catch up with you. It will add a bit of humor to tomorrow night. Then it will be off to S Mart, he needs to fill up the saddle bag coolers with some more beer...
Plantling is out for her usual afternoon stroll in the park across the street from the Bala Statue and notices not many people are about. She wonders if they are still resting from a long night of partying and celebrating the end of Evil Ash the First. Didn't they get the news from stand-in Mayor ZSand that there is a new Evil Ash/ly? Aren't we supposed to be keeping our eyes out for and reporting any odd and suspicious behaviour. All that she's seen so far is Resident Drunk Judge boarding up some windows of her treehouse mumbling about a storm and no cable and having to use dial up; Homeless Drunk Chill muttering to themself something about catfishes kissing butts, Ogre humming the same old tunes, and Daddyo trying to run down DDawg, one of the new kids on the block, with one of his new scooters.
Lady G awakens slowly...man her head hurts. Why is she on the floor, why is Jmax on her couch...why are both their cloths soaking wet? As she drags herself off the floor, heading to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, a vision comes to her mind. OMG, did she really let Jmax talk her into climbing into old man Larsons tree house, did he really spray them with him garden hose getting them out? Wow, she thinks to herself...I really shouldn't of done so many shots with her!!! Slowly the nights events are coming back to her...did someone say there is a new E.Ash?
So, I'm actually thinking the new E. Ash is most likely either someone that would be so obvious we wouldn't think them or someone so random we wouldn't think them.
When I look at it like that, I would say the to obvious would be RB, Ogre or Pix.
The so random...well Aqua or Cap.
When I look at it like that, I would say the to obvious would be RB, Ogre or Pix.
The so random...well Aqua or Cap.
