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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: NHL Season 2011-2012
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on: December 08, 2011, 12:52:59 AM
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Only 4 GMs voted against this setup. My wild guess at the 4: Detroit, Columbus, Florida, and Tampa Bay.
Why those 4? Both Detroit and Columbus want to play in the Eastern time zone. Why Florida and Tampa Bay? WTF is up with them having to fly over all the other teams in the other conference to play the teams in their own conference? WAS, PIT, PHI, CAR are considerably closer than all of those Canadian teams and Boston.
The Leafs have been very vocally against this for a long time and it's almost certain that Burke voted against this. Florida and Tampa Bay actually like this because they can now fill their arena every time OTT, TOR, MON comes to town (9 times a year in total). |
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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: [WW] GTVille - The Next Generation - rickfc eaten - DAY TWO
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on: December 07, 2011, 03:49:17 AM
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I'm about to head to bed and I have a busy morning at work tomorrow so I will just quickly keep things moving now so people can send in their night orders.
The village lynches scraper and he is an innocent villager.
It is night.
Hunter who will you protect?
Wolf who will you kill?
Seer who will you scan?
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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: [WW] GTVille - The Next Generation - rickfc eaten - DAY TWO
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on: December 06, 2011, 02:45:43 PM
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Mod note : My workplace just sent a company-wide email stating that effective midnight tonight they are blocking "non-work related websites". I fear that this site will be on the list. I have a phone, so I'll still be active, but my response time will certainly be a bit slower between 9-5ish. Thanks.
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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: [WW] GTVille - The Next Generation - Moliere lynched - NIGHT TWO
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on: December 06, 2011, 02:38:10 PM
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The night passed without incident. There were no bloodcurdling screams this time. So when the villagers woke up the following morning they were in an optimistic mood. They had killed the wolf and could now live in peace!
Scraper was the first out, putting some eggs and bacon into a frying pan to cook breakfast over the fire pit. The aroma of breakfast soon brought everyone out of their huts, mouths watering.
Or almost everyone.
"We're missing someone", pr0ner said. "There's only nine of us out here. Who's missing?"
The villagers scanned the area and saw only one hut with its door still closed.
"Hmmm", said ravenvii. "Someone must not be hungry."
"I'll go wake him up", said Purge. He walked over to the closed door, tested the handle and found it to be unlocked. "That's odd", he muttered to himself.
Scraper was in the process of turning over the bacon when a high-pitched scream pierced the air. "Since when did the woman show up?" he asked.
But it was no woman. The scream had come from Purge who was found in the hut sitting in the corner with his knees up to his chest, rocking back and forth.
Lying on the floor in front of him was rickfc. Or what was left of him anyway. His stomach was torn open and something had clearly feasted on his insides. Most of his throat had been ripped out, which also explained the lack of noise last night.
The villagers walked slowly back to the fire. Breakfast was now burnt but that didn't matter. There was clearly ANOTHER wolf on the loose. It was going to be another long day.
Villagers, nine of you remain. Who will you lynch?
Majority is five.
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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: [WW] GTVille - The Next Generation - Qantaga eaten - DAY ONE
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on: December 05, 2011, 07:32:07 PM
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It was a rough day for the residents of GTVille. Not only did Purge insist on combating the heat in the nude but the village had the task of deciding what to do about the previous night's murder.
"I don't know about you, but Doopri is acting a little weird today", said Purge. He leaned back in his chair and uncrossed his legs. Groans could be heard as he said. "I vote to lynch him. Hey if he isn't the wolf, worst case is that we get rid of a crazy."
"But you can't lynch me!" Doopri yelled.
"Why not?" theohall challenged.
"Because I know for a fact that..." Doopri trailed off as the sunlight reflected off a metal spoon lying next to the campfire. "...hehe shiny....oh, because I know for a fact that Moliere did it!"
"How do you know that?" Soulchilde demanded.
"I just do," Doopri replied. "But if I'm wrong, don't kill me."
The villagers thought long and hard and after a lot of determined effort to not look at Purge decided that Moliere would be their first test. They dragged him outside to the gallows and put the noose around his neck.
"Any last words?" ravenvvi asked.
Moliere stood there defiant and said nothing. Bulletpig pulled the lever. Moliere dropped quickly, the rope went taught, and there was a loud sickening crack as his neck broke.
At first nothing happened. But all of a sudden Moliere's body started contorting and fur began to cover his entire body. Then his skin started to smoke and crackle as it began melting off his body. Eventually there was nothing left but a smoking mess of ashes at the bottom of the gallows.
Moliere was a wolf!
It is night.
Hunter who will you protect?
Wolves who will you eat?
Seer who will you scan?
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Non-Gaming / Off-Topic / Re: [WW] GTVille - The Next Generation - Game has started! IT IS NIGHT...
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on: December 01, 2011, 08:50:44 PM
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The Seer shivered as he watched the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. The shadows grew long and with them a cold wind picked up and shook the leaves from the trees. The Seer pulled his hood over his head and walked across the dirt path to his hut. Put some wood in the fire, lit some candles, and sat on the floor cross-legged and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply, inhaling the aroma of the burning candles. Meditation, usually his favourite part of the day. A time when one could just forget the outside world and open his mind to the gods. But it hadn't been this way the past few nights. Lately his images have been disturbing, dark, full of death. Sleep was hard to come by, because he knew....the prophecy was coming true.
Evil had returned to his village.
Across the village a shadow darted in and out of the trees, working his way back toward the huts. Attached to his belt were three newly killed rabbits. Tomorrow's dinner. The hunter stopped suddenly and listened hard. He had heard a twig snap somewhere behind him. But no one was out here, not this late. The rest of the village would be safely locked in their huts. But something was following him, and it wasn't the first time he had heard it. For the past few nights he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He took off running, slammed the door to his hut and turned the lock.
The hunter. Being hunted.
The sun disappeared completely behind the mountains. Full dark. Twelve huts were silhouetted in the moonlight. From one of them came a blood-curdling scream.
Purge was the first to emerge from his hut in a full-out sprint and reach the source of the noise. He knocked on the door. When he got no answer he banged his fist louder and louder against the door. By this time the rest of the village had gathered outside the door, anxious looks on their faces.
Purge stepped back and gave the door a hard kick just below the handle. The wood splintered, the lock gave way and the door slowly swung open. The crowd gasped.
Qantaga was lying on the floor, his eyes cold and lifeless. His arms and legs were nowhere to be seen.
The villagers looked at each other. A killer was among them. But who?
Villagers, who will you choose to lynch?
Eleven of you remain, majority is six
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