Boof
Ｄｅａｒ Ｍｉｌｋ Ｔｈｉｅｆ， Ｙｏｕ ｓｔｏｌｅ ｍｙ ｍｉｌｋ． Ｈｏｗ ｆ＇ｎ ｄａｒｅ ｙｏｕ． Ｗｈｙ ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｄｏ ｉｔ， ｙｏｕ ｉｎｈｕｍａｎｅ ｂｓｔｒｄ？ Ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｒｕｎ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｍｉｌｋ？ Ｗｅｌｌ ｔｈｉｓ ａｃｃｏｍｏｄａｔｉｏｎ ｂｌｏｃｋ ｉｓｎ＇ｔ ａ ｓｏｃｉａｌｉｓｔ ｆ＇ｎ ｃｏｍｍｕｎｅ， ｂｕｄｄｙ． Ｊｕｓｔ ｄｒｉｎｋ ｙｏｕｒ ｔｅａ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｍｉｌｋ ｏｒ ｍａｙｂｅ ｇｏ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｔ ｃｈｏｃｏｌａｔｅ ｆｏｒ ｏｎｃｅ， ｙｏｕ ｓｏｃｉｏｐａｔｈｉｃ－ｌｏｙａｌｔｙ－ｃａｒｄ－ｆｌａｕｎｔｉｎｇ ｐｏｎｃｅ． Ｏｒ ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ｄｏ ｉｔ ｆｏｒ ｋｉｃｋｓ？ Ｉ ｂｅｔ ｍｉｌｋ ｔｈｅｆｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｇｅｔｓ ｙｏｕ ｏｆｆ， ｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔ ｉｔ？ Ｇｉｖｅｓ ｙｏｕ ａ ｓｅｎｓｅ ｏｆ ｐｏｗｅｒ ａｎｄ ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ － ａｎｄ ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｙ ｓｌｉｇｈｔ ａｒｏｕｓａｌ － ｔｈａｔ ｌｅｇｉｔｉｍａｔｅｌｙ ａｃｑｕｉｒｅｄ ｍｉｌｋ ｊｕｓｔ ｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔ ｐｒｏｖｉｄｅ． Ｗｅｌｌ Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｇｏｔ ａ ｎｅｗｓｆｌａｓｈ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ， ｋｉｄｄｏ： ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ＳＯＣＩＥＴＹ． Ａｎｄ ｉｆ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｗｅｎｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｒｅｃｋｌｅｓｓｌｙ ｓｎａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｃｏｗ ｐｒｏｄｕｃｅ ｗｉｌｌｙ－ｎｉｌｌｙ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ， ＳＯＣＩＥＴＹ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｆｎ ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｅ． Ｔｈａｔ＇ｓ ｒｉｇｈｔ， ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｂｒｉｎｇｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｏｎｅ ｓｔｅｐ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ ｔｏ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ａｎａｒｃｈｙ， ｙｏｕ ａｓｉｎｉｎｅ ｓｈｉｔ． Ｍｉｌｋ ｔｈｅｆｔ ｉｓｎ＇ｔ ａ ｖｉｃｔｉｍｌｅｓｓ ｃｒｉｍｅ． Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｎｏｔ ａｔ ｈｏｍｅ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ， ｂｌｉｓｓｆｕｌｌｙ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔｌｙ ｂｒａｎｄｅｄ ｄａｉｒｙ ｇｏｏｄｓ ｂｏｕｇｈｔ ｂｙ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｕｔｌｅｒｓ ｆｒｏｍ Ｗａｉｔｒｏｓｅ； ｈｅｒｅ ｗｅ ＰＡＹ ｆｏｒ ｏｕｒ ｍｉｌｋ － ｗｉｔｈ ｍｏｎｅｙ， ａｄｅｐｔ ｓｅｌｆ－ｓｃａｎｎｉｎｇ， ａｎｄ ａ ｂｒｉｓｋ ｙｅｔ ｓｌｉｇｈｔｌｙ ｃｈｉｌｌｙ ｗａｌｋ ｔｏ Ｓａｉｎｓｂｕｒｙ＇ｓ． Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｏｎ ａ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ ｐａｔｈ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｌｉｆｅ ｏｆ ｃｒｉｍｅ， ｗｈｉｃｈ ｗｉｌｌ ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ ｅｎｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕｒ ｖｉｏｌｅｎｔ ｄｅａｔｈ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈａｎｄｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｓｓ ｏｆ ａ ｌａｒｇｅ ｄａｉｒｙ ｃａｒｔｅｌ． Ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅ． Ｍａｙｂｅ ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ｍａｄｅ ａ ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ． Ｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ａ ｇｒａｖｅ ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ ｉｎｄｅｅｄ， ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｈａｓ ｃａｕｓｅｄ ｉｍｍｅａｓｕｒａｂｌｅ ｄａｍａｇｅ． Ｓｕｒｅ ｓｏ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｎｏｔ “ｃｏｏｌ” ａｎｄ “ｒｏｃｋ－ａｎｄ－ｒｏｌｌ” ｔｏ ｌａｂｅｌ ｆｏｏｄ ｉｓ ｉｔ？ Ｗｅｌｌ ａｆｔｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｆ＇ｎ ｔｒａｖｅｓｔｙ Ｉ＇ｍ ｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ ｔｏ ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｅ ｍｙ （ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒａｂｌｅ） ｓｔｒｅｅｔ ｃｒｅｄ． Ｉ＇ｍ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｃａｒｖｅ ｍｙ ｆｕｌｌ ｎａｍｅ， ｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ ｉｎｓｕｒａｎｃｅ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ， ａｎｄ ａ ｓｍａｌｌ ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ ｏｆ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｙｌｅ ｏｆ Ｓｅｕｒａｔ ｉｎｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｆ＇ｎ ｒｅｆｒｉｇｅｒａｔｅｄ ｉｔｅｍ Ｉ ｂｕｙ， ｅｖｅｎ ｉｆ ｉｔ ｃｏｍｐｒｏｍｉｓｅｓ ｔｈｅ ａｉｒｔｉｇｈｔｎｅｓｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｌｋ ｃａｒｔｏｎｓ． Ｉ＇ｄ ｐｒｅｆｅｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｓｅｍｉ－ｓｋｉｍｍｅｄ ｂａｄｂｏｙｓ ｔｏ ｂｅ ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ ｆ＇ｎ ｌａｄｅｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｏｕｌｄ ｔｈａｎ ｆｏｒ ｅｖｅｎ ａ ｄａｓｈ ｔｏ “”“ａｃｃｉｄｅｎｔａｌｌｙ”"" ｇｏ ｄｏｗｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｃｒｏｕｎｇｉｎｇ ｔｈｒｏａｔ． Ｉ ｈｏｐｅ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｈａｐｐｙ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｏｎｅｓ ａｒｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ， ｙｏｕ ｃａｌｃｉｕｍ－ｆ＇ｎ ｃｒｙｐｔｏ－ｆａｓｃｉｓｔ
where is the fucking HOST
Probably sleeping with his sister, priest, sheep or dad right now
don’t you know peasant families all share and sleep in the same bed
Holy cow can you **** leave me alone. It’s a 64 hour day and I went out for one night.
YNS the town cheater, Nmagane the mafia hammer and Epok the mafia thread griefer are zeused.
Send in night actions NOW
Epok seems to have made every manner to convince players that this game is some elaborate grief however on top of randomly closing the thread. I’m not sure if that was supposed to be some sort of elaborate mafia strategy but given his prior experience I highly doubt it.
Am I living in your guys heads rent free? I read that online somewhere - that term - and I think it’s quite cute and accurate here. Not everything I do is some elaborate joke at your expense (I can’t think of anything I have done which is so). Maybe just relax - chill out, stop working yourself up over nothing.
fag
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When the fuck does day 2 start?
Okay day 2 start NOW
Where is my graveyard chat you fucking shanty Irish nigger
To be fair to host, he did say that there would be no graveyard chat to prevent cheating with the role that can speak to the dead
We’ll who do you guys think is scum?
Somebody called the ghostbusters I’m here to clear out yns