"Possiamo spostarci altrove?"
Chef gestured to the floor.
"My staff just cleaned my restaurant."
"Don't worry, unless the accused turns out to be another unrelated suicidal serial killer in disguise, the execution should be a controlled one in the center of town," the old man assured the chef.
Chef took out a napkin and wiped his sweaty brow.
"Well, in that case, welcome to my restaurant! How may I serve you today?"
The old man grabbed the menu off the table he placed the box on, and looked through it to see what he could get.
"Hm, I'll have a nice bowl of stracciatella alla romana, make sure to have some marjojam and spinach in the dish, and you may also serve by voting once everyone arrives," the old man said with a smile.
[I've only got one accusation so far! Keep them coming!]
"Subito, my friend!" said Chef as he wrote down the old man's order on a notepad. Though as he turned away, a very worried look appeared on his face.
He really, really hope he wouldn't be the one voted to die. If he was, who would run his restaurant? Who would bother making all of mama's recipes, and make them the same way both he and she did?
He looked at one of his kitchen staff, and spoke to him in a very hushed tone.
"[I]È tempo.[/I]"
'BOY I SURE AM HUNGRY!' Roland yelled as he entered the Italian restaurant, in which Ted had blown his own head off earlier. He saw the old man who had helped him vote sit at a table, he greeted him with a nod. 'So, who do you think is the killer?' He said as he sat across from the man.
[sp]Roling 124 for the hint, if that's still allowed?[/sp]
The old man shrugged at Roland's question. "I wouldn't know, as I don't spend my time with you all."
(( For the record, Ted didn't blow his head off in Chef's restaurant. That was in the grocery store, wasn't it? ))
[QUOTE=F T;52186226](( For the record, Ted didn't blow his head off in Chef's restaurant. That was in the grocery store, wasn't it? ))[/QUOTE]
((Ice cream store.))
{ was trying to keep the game alive and didn't dubbel check, sorry}
As the old man waited for his order to arrive, he looked to the others. "My legs are aching," he commented.
"That usually means we've waited enough," he continued, noting how everyone had arrived, "let's start the voting then. Just repeat what you did last time."
[I've waited long enough for you guys to send in accusations. I'll just be forced to go with the three I have;
Friendly for Dimitri Bogdanov
Optimistic for Rich Evans
Artistic for Luigi Mario]
[t]http://i.imgur.com/tQkYpCY.jpg[/t]
Suddenly, as if by Jewish mind trick magic, Igor Bogdanov appeared in the room. Which room? Who knows. Perhaps a room in the Taj Mahal. Perhaps Alfie the Baby's room. Perhaps The Room by Tommy Wiseau.
"It is I," he [insert verb here] said. "Igor. I know I was summoned by the gamemaster as Dimitri, mostly due to a lack of sense of humor and a pathological tendency to annoy, but I, Igor Bogdanov of the well known Bogdanov twins/quick rundown meme of the internet, mostly 4chan, but also lesser sites like Reddit and Tumblr and as of today, Facepunch, am here."
My quest is over, frenemies. I have acquired the knowledge of whom'st've killed my brother, my lover(s). I have achieved spiritual enlightenment, and thus, must go home."
"Back to my own planet." He said. "The Rundown Waterfalls, the Bogsquatches, the internet popularity, I miss it all." He seductively said.
"Alas, I am but a wraith upon this world. A butterfly in the wind. A rundown in the sky. A flanderization of my idea. I cannot be killed, unless by two separate Achilles Heels. Death by worthless RP characters, or death by private post."
He breathed in.
"I choose...
"He gasped out.
"the..."
He clenched.
"former."
And then he awaited a response, knowing full well that he wouldn't reply to any of them.
The old man just stood there, not expecting a meta segment out of nowhere. He wondered for a second if being meta was limited to only one's thoughts, but he guesses that it doesn't really matter now.
The only thing on his mind now was why Dimitri was using Jewish mind trick magic to get here if he was already here because of plot reasons.
Chef Gio came with the Old Man's food and delivered it to him, but inside the napkin he provided to him were written the initials of Rich Evans.
"My vote." he whispered.
"Once again I am refraining from voting, this "vote" is barbaric and completely idiotic, I don't want to send someone to death even if they have a chance of being the Killer, there is no Evidence...Do I even have to repeat myself." Morgan said as he backed off from the voting box.
Seeing the man virtue signal that he wasn't voting, Big Seal: Swole Team 6 accidentally let slip an outburst of [i]"Fucken hippie piece of shi-"[/i] and various other expletives.
Looking around
he added
the infamous [i]"Tee. Hee"[/i].
The old man sighed, seeing that not many had elected to vote this time around, possibly following Morgan's line of thought possibly. Seeing tradition eroding like this made him cringe. He finished his meal, wiping his lips with a bit of the napkin he ripped off before placing it into the box (since the napkin had the chef's vote on it), and stood up.
"Alright, I guess the voting is done," he said, grabbing the box, "I'll just hand it over to the police.... to count..." he trailed off, as he headed towards the police at Rainbow Scoops. A few minutes later, the old man returned with an officer.
"Alright, we've counted the, what, three votes, and, well," the officer turned towards them, "mister Dimitri Bogdanov, you have been voted," he told him in a saddened voice.
Igor gurgled with the delight of a small, gluttonous child. Finally, he would be released from the chains that binded him. The extravagant, illustrious and other such complicated words felt all too much for the Artist Formally Known as Dimitri. He.... creamed.
The officer looked blankly at the overused meme, whilst the old man just sighed. Soon, the officer restrained him.
"We got some old inventory left at the station that we've been meaning to get rid of, like a clunky electric chair, which we could set up in an hour or so," the officer told the group.
"That sounds fine, if a bit... clunky," the old man responded. The officer just shrugged.
"[Oh, daddy. Hit me with the yellow fire. Give me the spark in order to release me. I beg of you. Please. Oh, please! I ache for it,]" the mad man moaned loudly in [URL="http://vocaroo.com/i/s0xwWT1aMUNC"]Esperanto[/URL]. The officer was weirded out by it, mostly because he didn't understand it, but he pushed through and left the restaurant with him. The old man just shrugged.
---
About an hour later, and it was all set up - an old electric chair in the town center, connected up to give its last shock to something that probably should die some other way. A crowd had gathered around the scene, hopefully including those related to this case.
One officer signaled the other with hand motions, telling them that they were ready to shock the life out of the meme. The trigger is pulled, and the Bogdanob is shocked to shit. He's shocked for about a minute, after which the electricity stops working, hopefully having killed its last person.
"Alright, that's that, folks," one officer told the crowd, which slowly began to dissipate. The officers began packing things up and planning on how to scrap the chair in an environmentally-friendly manner. One man, clothed as a medic, approached the body to see if it was still alive - it was! With a grin under their surgical mask, they quickly put the body onto a gurney and placed him into a van. As he drove off with the still alive man, he took off his mask and drove away from the nearest hospital, to a hideout in the hills, where he planned to deal with the man himself, unrelated to the case at hand.
[B]Dimitri "Overused Meme 1" "Not Igor" Bogdanov was not the murderer. His story will continue in the future. Killer, I expect your next PM soon.[/B]
After watching the execution, Morgan went back to his store.
As Morgan was helping Customers, he started talking about the Execution, despite people feeling uncomfortable about it.
"This is what I am talking about" Morgan said
"He was innocent, he had no reason to die but this stupid vote killed him."
"How many more people have to die? 4 innocent people already died, and the murderer is still out there so there will probably be another death." Morgan said.
"Morgan shut up" Yelled his Boss.
"You are making everyone uncomfortable...this is why I fired you, so unless you don't want to lose your job AGAIN, shut up." His boss said with an angry tone.
[I apologize for the recent lack of activity. Seems as though this period hits activity the hardest for all those involved. Hopefully what I'm about to post will bring some activity.]
As evening approached in Khorrentyaer, on the regional Fox-affiliate WPOR 97, commercials were airing.
[QUOTE]A shot of a wall with a crudely drawn scene of a fast food joint is shown, before someone crashed through it, Shockmaster-style. It cuts to that somebody now standing up right, in front of the canvas he had just destroyed.
"Come on down to Gyse, for the re-re-opening of the infamous Butterbean Ranch," the man said in a monotone voice, motioning to come over as though someone was actually in front of him.
"Try our famous Butterbean's Favorite, the best regional butter/kebab/burger combo that beats the competition," he once more said monotonically, as the logos of Scottish Fried Foods, Noided Burger Town, Southern Dried Fruits, Moscow Blin Corp., Banjo Gyro, Flat Burger, Börekiya, Döñersk and Porky's flew by.
"Porky's Bacon Burger Special has nothing over this beauty," he called out, holding a Butterbean's Favorite in his hands, displaying it in all its messy glory. He takes a bite out of it, before spitting it out and coughing. It then cuts to a shot of an empty hand, with the man going "Delicious." with a very fake smile.
"So come on down to visit," the man finished, as text scrolled at the bottom of the screen, saying "We are not liable if you die eating our food or eating at the restaurant, and that fat fuck Rich Evans isn't allowed to eat here."
---
Shots of a beautiful beachside are shown, as generic public domain music plays in the background. A female voice begins to speak from the ether.
"For your next vacation, choose Wiraqutra Travel, the only proper travel agency for you," the voice said, as the agency's logo appeared on screen and the beachside switched to a shot of the ocean.
"Visit the beauty of Thailand and its many great attractions, such as-" she began, as the image changed to those of each local mentioned, "Bangkok, Ayutthaya, Chiang Mai, Chiang Rai, Ko Chang, Sukhothai, Surat Thani, Phuket, Mae Sot, and even Sanskirt, or as some call it Salasluai."
"See the reforming nature of Vietnam and its many great attractions, such as Hanoi, Ha Giang, Can Tho, Dalat, Saigon, Ho Chi Minh City, Cu Chi, Mỹ Sơn, Phong Nha-Ke Bang and many more. You might even find love while enjoying in its many vices."
---
"Visit your local library now, as we've brought you the hottest new books on the market!" a voice yelled out, as a shot of the innards of a library is shown.
"Look Who's Back, Crippled America, um-" the first two covers fly across the screen, as the third one enters the scene, "this sci-fi book about space shark goblins invading Earth?" the voice wondered, as the fourth cover passed by, "this fantasy book set in some empire during the Third Age of Man?" the male voice said, sounding slightly frustrated, "this freakin' pseudoscientific book on alternate universes?!" he stated, now sounding a bit mad.
"Oh good, a good book, Onward Still," the voice said in relief, as the next book passed by, "Yiannopoulos' Dangerous, The Handmaid's Tale, Where's Waldo: Meeting Wally Overseas, and many, many more!"
"So come on down if you have any decency!"
[/QUOTE]
[So, activity in this thread has effectively halted; damn this period. So, I was thinking how to kickstart the RP once more, and I have an idea.
We could do an one week time skip, using up both of the unique actions each group could do, the murderer's kill passing and the citizens' imprisoning. As a result of the latter waiting for the former to do his before doing theirs, resulting in the former never doing so (as a result of metagaming or the sort), I thought we might as well use these indirectly. There are no murders for that whole week, despite tensions, and a citizen (more than likely the least active one, Chris Nobeard) being sent to the town's shadily shitty prison for a week for something unrelated to the game.
I'd also be willing to let a couple more people join via PM, perhaps with a reshuffling of who the murderer is! That might not happen if you guys don't want it to, but I'd rather keep the playing field as neutral as possible.
So, what do you guys think?]
[Go for it.]
[Alright, seems as though no one new has decided to apply to join. No need for a reshuffling then! Let's get this going then.]
Following the seemingly public execution of Dimitri, the murderer considered their options. Tensions were starting to rise in the town heavily, especially after that stunt he pulled to kill Mr. Marmalade. He decided it was best to slow down with the killing for now, and perhaps plan things out more in advance to avoid more Marmalade-esque scenarios.
The night passed, and not a murder in sight, and there would not be a murder for the rest of the week. The day after, however, wasn't all that inactive. The home of Chris Nobeard was raided, after an anonymous source had tipped off the local police on the fact that he was committing piracy of the copyright kind. He was swiftly taken to the crappy and shady-looking prison, whereupon the reviewal of his documents it was found that he was one of those involved in the current murder case, having appeared in the back of each voting session.
Since he had work elsewhere, they compromised and settled with giving him a week-long sentence in prison. Not much else happened despite this. Those murdered thus far received funerals, attended by their loved ones, while the Zodiac Killer's disguising as Ted Cruz was continuing to grow in its meme status.
And so, a week passed. Chris was released from his confinement, and the murderer felt it had passed a long enough period of time to once more start killing.
[B][U]ROUND 2 START[/U][/B]
The week went by just as fast as the murders happened, and things at Chef Gio's restaurant went back to normal, the chef himself acting like they never even occurred.
To celebrate a full week without a murder taking place, he unveils a new dish to be served at his restaurant:
[I]Spaghetti pizza calzone lasagnas.[/I]
Roland walked into Chef Gio's Restaurant.
'Oh boy, [I]Spaghetti pizza calzone lasagnas.[/I]! My favourite dish! I'll have two servings please'
He sat down alone at a table, Fork and knife in hand, waiting for his favourite dish to arrive at his table.
Smartly disguised as a common lamp, Big Seal: Swole Team 6 slyly lifted the shade covering his eyes and analyzed the room.
[i]Any one of these DIRTBAG EYETIES could be the murderer... it's my civic duty to bring whoever it is in...[/i]
Seeing people turn around a look at him he realised he'd spoken too loudly and attracted attention. Easily taken care of for such a leet operator as himself; he cleared his throat and shouted
[i]CLICK- CLICK![/i]
Before turning on the bulb attached to the top of his head and once again lowering the lampshade back over his eyes.
Cover secure.
It was only a few seconds after Roland had sat down to order some hot hot HOT and delicious spaghetti pizza calzone lasagnas did the lights in the entire establishment go out.
A bright light shone from the kitchen doorway as if Jesus Christ himself descended back down to earth and had chosen this restaurant as his landing zone. And then the light started getting brighter and brighter, the patrons started hearing ringing in their ears, and the feeling of what it's like to be in the eye of a hurricane overcame everyone until...
"-[I][B]VENUTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO[/B][/I] A MI RISTORANTE, SIGNORE!"
Everything stopped. The lights went back to normal, and the ringing stopped the moment Chef Gio made his entrance, screaming and flailing his hands two inches away from Roland's face in a traditional Italian welcome.
[IMG]http://www.wduwant.com/index_uploads/uploads/e97c831465.png[/IMG]
Name: Hill Hank
Date of Birth/Age: December 28th, 1974 (42)
Occupation: Private Detective
Biography (Background behind each character): Hill Hank was a respected member of the United States Marine Corp until they found him shugging down a CO's alcohol collection... He was discharged and left on the street. With the savings he had on his bank account he started a low budget detective agency. This agency was a one-man agency as Hank couldn't bother to pay a salary (or because he was too poor). He purchased a shitty place across a well known-and loved Italian restaurant. Hank became famous for not being able to solve anything as he was drunk 24/7.
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It was another drunk day for Hank until he passed by Gio's magnificent place of Italian meals. Not sure of his surroundings and the commotion going on inside Hank took the liberty of finding out.
[After a bit of discussion, I've decided to allow Hill Hank to join the game. However, he won't be joining as a new character, as that would be unfair. Instead, he will be occupying the "character slot" of Deathgrunt's Rich Evans, inheriting anything he may have had in a meta sense.]
As Hank entered the Casa Italiania to see what all the ruckus is about, in a haze, he recalled how he moved in this past week.
The guy that used to live in the shitty place he bought, he thought he was pretty odd. He talked about having to leave for Gyse to deal with some unfinished business, and he couldn't let his home slow him down. It explained the cheap price at least, but after moving in, he found that the fella had left a lot of useless nerd shit in the house. He quickly shrugged it off and started drinking.
That was just a couple of days ago though, and now he needed to see these magnificent Italian meals.
Uh oh. Another customer walked in while Chef was busy greeting another customer.
As Chef was waving his hands infront of Roland's face, something very mysterious happened. He began to stretch horizontally, his form turning thin as freshly made lasagna sheets as he became wider and wider.
Once he was wide enough to stretch across the entire restaurant, Chef pulled out a pizza cutter and sliced himself in half, forming [I]two [/I]Chef Gios.
One half was still flailing it's hand infront of Roland, while the other hopped towards Hill Hank in order to greet him with a big, loud [B][I]"BUENISSIMOOOOOOO!"[/I][/B]
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