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flubbucket: You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata. Deteriorata.
Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember The Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you -
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up!
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
A little National Lampoon to end the day on, good choice
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Just as the sun sets, a consensus is finally found. Everyone agrees that Pookina looks very suspicious. Even Pookina herself. So, in the end, she is put to the death. A clean, painless shot through the head with a trusty old .223 pistol. She collapses to the ground and you wait anxiously for any signs of mutant abilities. You search through her things and investigate her belongings, but nothing, nothing whatsoever is special about her. Sighing and tired you throw her body out. The predators of the Night will take care of the body. You know, you have killed someone who didn't pose a danger to anyone. But you're too tired to do anything about it. Everyone retreats into their sleeping bags, each in their own corner. Then you fall asleep, hoping that the morning light will be able to wake you in the Morning.
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Pookina is dead. She was Katja, Vanilla Townie.

Vote Count inbound in the next post.

It is now Night. Please stop posting.

Those of you with Night Actions, please send them to me at your earliest convenience. Those of you with a factional chat or with access to the observer chat due to being dead, please proceed there. The game will resume on Tuesday, in about 48 hours.

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Final Vote Count D1:

Vitek 2 - Korotan (416), Engerek (465)
Pookina 8 - dedo (622), Joe (645), Pookina (649), flubb (694), GH (653), blotunga (680), ZFR (704), bucktooth (705),
Joe 1 - Vitek (462)
flubb 1 - Hunter (662)

Not voting: Catte, trent

Pookina got 8 votes and is lynched.

The next Day will resume on Tuesday.

You have a few ours left to send me messages for someone, if you want. Officially until Midnight, European Time, but really until I wake up tomorrow morning.
Post edited 2 days ago by Lifthrasil