Omis
my friends were skinny
What I said was more aimed towards Mac's reason against Tom. Whats the vote count on Tom and Jungle?
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Samuel L. Jackson Mafia 2: Bruce Willis Mafia - The Revenge of Samuel L. Jackson (N6)
- Thread starter Evil Eye
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omis isn't scummy
why lump us together? kevin and macman are the ones using the awful, awful, awful reasoning you described here
speaking of which fos kevin for that too because there WASN'T anything going on at the time of tom's post
Omis
my friends were skinny
I just said you because I couldnt remember who exactly it was. I clarified it a post or three down.
Semantics.
Semantics.
Fuckin why does there have to be something going on for him to post. I'm not metagaming him, I hold everyone accountable to the attitude of I don't have to say anything D1, or there's nothing going on D1 is scummy.
tmw_redcell has been double-prodded. That's three. I am now looking into replacements.
Every red-blooded American knows that the only condiment that you are ever supposed to put on a hamburger is KETCHUP! Or MAYBE some of that SPECIAL SAUCE you like so much here in Canada; which I think has a little bit of mayonnaise in it too! But I swear to God when they start slapping that mayonnaise on there I could kill somebody.
scumfever: Tom, Rockin, Omis, mentosman8, Mediocre (5)
Tom: Riciardos, Ronike, Macman, scumfever, KevinM, Riddle (6)
Not voting: tmw_redcell, smashman90, Matunas, Marshy (4)
With 15 alive, it takes 8 of you assholes to lynch!
Deadline is tonight at 7 PM Central
scumfever: Tom, Rockin, Omis, mentosman8, Mediocre (5)
Tom: Riciardos, Ronike, Macman, scumfever, KevinM, Riddle (6)
Not voting: tmw_redcell, smashman90, Matunas, Marshy (4)
With 15 alive, it takes 8 of you assholes to lynch!
Deadline is tonight at 7 PM Central
Tuna has been prodded again.
smashman90 has been prodded.
I have added a prod-log to the OP. Some of you are on your second strike, some your first. Keep an eye on it and get active and stay active.
I have added a prod-log to the OP. Some of you are on your second strike, some your first. Keep an eye on it and get active and stay active.
seriously?
I guess Tom not doing anything at all except for calling jungle out on a bull**** scumslip and then not saying anything else for the rest of the day is perfectly ok. It's not like he made up incredibly unlikely statements that he wanted Jungle to make and yelled down his throat when he didn't say them.
I guess Tom not doing anything at all except for calling jungle out on a bull**** scumslip and then not saying anything else for the rest of the day is perfectly ok. It's not like he made up incredibly unlikely statements that he wanted Jungle to make and yelled down his throat when he didn't say them.
Tom has been prodded.
Omis
my friends were skinny
I never voted for Tom. And Im one both Scumfever and Tom. I only wish to vote for Scumfever.
Rockin, my mindset isn't bad. I'm reluctant to lynch anyone on as bad a case as is on tom, especially when its a tom-esque player. Vote stands at deadline
this isn't how you initially justified your vote
what's "incredibly unlikely" about the statements he was expecting from scumfevah? how was he "not saying anything else for the rest of the day" when 223 was a good post (apparently a good enough one that rici had no response to it other than "hey guys, keep on that tom wagon")?
Redcell already pointed it out.
Cuz tom definitely has posted alot of stuff that didn't pertain to the jungle scumslip crap.
Cuz tom definitely has posted alot of stuff that didn't pertain to the jungle scumslip crap.
I'm a world-class assassin, fuckhead (Final vote count)
scumfever: Tom, Rockin, Omis, mentosman8, Mediocre (5)
Tom: Riciardos, Ronike, Macman, scumfever, KevinM, Riddle (6)
Not voting: tmw_redcell, smashman90, Matunas, Marshy (4)
You gather around two particular Brucesonas, exchanging insults and oneliners aplenty.
"Alright, fuckhead, you're dead!"
"Who you callin' a fuckhead, pal?"
"You, fuckhead."
"Fuck you, you goddamn prick."
The deep voice of Samuel L. Jackson booms from above, startling your manly and eloquent debate.
"Welllll now. It seems you've picked yourself a target, mothafucka!"
He floats over to the nearby steam locomotive and drops onto it. Quickly, you Brucesonas give chase, running as akin to what the history books of the Bruceverse would later describe as "a herd of sons o' bitches."
The locomotive comes to rest in a small town in the old west, a rustic sign welcoming you to DUSTVILLEKANSASTOWN. Tumbleweeds with bulging biceps roll past by the dozens, and you can't help but squint as the dust blows past your eyes. You don't question the muscular tumbleweeds. This is the mind of Bruce Willis.
Samuel L. Jackson crosses his arms and adjusts his sunglasses, looking down at you as his leather trenchcoat (which is totally not gay, but would be on anyone else) billows wildly in the sandstorm.
"It seems you're light one of your own, Bruce."
You look around, and realize one of the Brucesonas, which you for some strange reason have been calling "Tom", has gone missing.
Jackson grins and snaps his fingers. With a mighty WHUMP, a dark Negro cowboy lands atop the boxcar beside him, the metal top of it bending to the shape of two fiiiiine sucka-crafted boots.
The man looks up, adjusting the cigar and his cowboy hat, revealing his cavernous black hole of a moustache. He's dangerous. He's black. He's brutal.
He's Boss.
Jackson turns to him, as the man unholsters a large sawnoff shotgun. "Boss Nigger, meet Bruce."
Boss surveys the crowd. "Look like a buncha cottonwood pansies to me."
"Gooood! One of 'em has gone missing. Runnin' like a lil' chickenshit bitch. Name's Tom."
Boss pops open the shotgun and loads two shells, snapping it back into place and aiming it at y'all ever so casually.
Jackson points out at you. "WELL WHAT THE FUCK YA WAITIN' FOR, NIGGA, GO GET 'IM!"
"Ohhhh yessuh!" Boss leaps from the boxcar and lands in a thick plume of smoke, walking casually toward the town. "I ain't leavin' this town till I gets me Tom Clayton."
Twilight has begun. Twilight will end in 24 hours, or at 7:30pm Central tomorrow. You can still post.
scumfever: Tom, Rockin, Omis, mentosman8, Mediocre (5)
Tom: Riciardos, Ronike, Macman, scumfever, KevinM, Riddle (6)
Not voting: tmw_redcell, smashman90, Matunas, Marshy (4)
You gather around two particular Brucesonas, exchanging insults and oneliners aplenty.
"Alright, fuckhead, you're dead!"
"Who you callin' a fuckhead, pal?"
"You, fuckhead."
"Fuck you, you goddamn prick."
The deep voice of Samuel L. Jackson booms from above, startling your manly and eloquent debate.
"Welllll now. It seems you've picked yourself a target, mothafucka!"
He floats over to the nearby steam locomotive and drops onto it. Quickly, you Brucesonas give chase, running as akin to what the history books of the Bruceverse would later describe as "a herd of sons o' bitches."
The locomotive comes to rest in a small town in the old west, a rustic sign welcoming you to DUSTVILLEKANSASTOWN. Tumbleweeds with bulging biceps roll past by the dozens, and you can't help but squint as the dust blows past your eyes. You don't question the muscular tumbleweeds. This is the mind of Bruce Willis.
Samuel L. Jackson crosses his arms and adjusts his sunglasses, looking down at you as his leather trenchcoat (which is totally not gay, but would be on anyone else) billows wildly in the sandstorm.
"It seems you're light one of your own, Bruce."
You look around, and realize one of the Brucesonas, which you for some strange reason have been calling "Tom", has gone missing.
Jackson grins and snaps his fingers. With a mighty WHUMP, a dark Negro cowboy lands atop the boxcar beside him, the metal top of it bending to the shape of two fiiiiine sucka-crafted boots.
The man looks up, adjusting the cigar and his cowboy hat, revealing his cavernous black hole of a moustache. He's dangerous. He's black. He's brutal.
He's Boss.
Jackson turns to him, as the man unholsters a large sawnoff shotgun. "Boss Nigger, meet Bruce."
Boss surveys the crowd. "Look like a buncha cottonwood pansies to me."
"Gooood! One of 'em has gone missing. Runnin' like a lil' chickenshit bitch. Name's Tom."
Boss pops open the shotgun and loads two shells, snapping it back into place and aiming it at y'all ever so casually.
Jackson points out at you. "WELL WHAT THE FUCK YA WAITIN' FOR, NIGGA, GO GET 'IM!"
"Ohhhh yessuh!" Boss leaps from the boxcar and lands in a thick plume of smoke, walking casually toward the town. "I ain't leavin' this town till I gets me Tom Clayton."
Twilight has begun. Twilight will end in 24 hours, or at 7:30pm Central tomorrow. You can still post.
Bleh, time to wait for the flip, still don't think that was the best lynch choice
twilight rule is the greatest!
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It's so fucking good.
presumed governor don't save tom
i was lynched? =/
i guess i made a big mistake by dominating discussion day 1. i shouldn't have done that. and then i disappeared from the site for a bit, like for five days or so. been going through some things. this is sort of depressing because its the first time ive ever been lynched on swf.
my power was sort of awkward anyways and i wish someone else had gotten it. it would have been mega helpful at endgame but i never survive that long so it was basically guaranteed to not happen.
maybe evil eye will let me replace back in later =/
i guess i made a big mistake by dominating discussion day 1. i shouldn't have done that. and then i disappeared from the site for a bit, like for five days or so. been going through some things. this is sort of depressing because its the first time ive ever been lynched on swf.
my power was sort of awkward anyways and i wish someone else had gotten it. it would have been mega helpful at endgame but i never survive that long so it was basically guaranteed to not happen.
maybe evil eye will let me replace back in later =/
smashman90
Smash Lord
Twilight period is when we all sparkle and obsessive fangirls fight over who is hotter. Go Team Smashman90! (C'mon now, somebody had to make a Twilight joke...)
BOT, I don't think a Tom lynch was the way to go today and the TomWagon looks pretty scummy to me, IMO.
way to piss all over it. who on it is suspicious and why?
maybe if you posted more than once per fuckin Day we'd know what you think.
Boss Nigger moves towards the town, daring any of you to make a move as he spots the trail that starts to veer off, following it toward the Good Times Brothel. A sign swaying gently in the rustic breeze welcomes potential patrons to "Boner Town".
BAM!
He kicks the door in and enters.
"Get outta here, fuckface!"
You recognize the Brucesona you've been calling Tom, and with lightning speed he opens fire on Boss with his pistol. Boss rolls to the side of the door, putting his back to it.
"This'll be a whole lot easier if you just come on out, now!"
"Seriously," Tom yells back. "I really like black people! Why the fuck are you doin' this?"
"Just come on out now and this won't have to get ugly, boy."
One of you remarks to another: "Man, he's so bad."
"They call him Boss," remarks another.
So yeah, the fight.
A grenade bounces out the front doors. POW!
Boss covers his eyes and ears as a white flash dazzles and Lieutenant (L.T.) A.K. Waters bursts through the front door, plunging his knife into Boss's gut and kneeing him to the ground, stripping him of his shotgun.
Rolling back to his feet, Boss clutches his gut, watching L.T. aim the shotgun at him. "Come on, you honkey! Fight me like a man. Not a white one, neitha. A real man."
L.T. pauses briefly, then tosses the shotgun to the ground, brandishing the knife again. "Come on, then, fuckhead."
Boss charges in, kicking dust toward L.T. and throwing a fearsome right hook to his jaw. A lesser man would surely crumple. L.T. is not a lesser man, and showed it as he blocked Boss's next punch and slashes across his chest with the knife.
Quick to react, Boss thumps his fist into L.T.'s stomach and bends the knife out of his hand. He's black. He's brutal... he's Boss.
Boss takes another knee to bend L.T.'s arm up behind him and slam him into the wall of the brothel.
"TAKE YOUR FILTHY BLACK HANDS OFF ME, NIGGER!"
Boss pauses. "I knew it!"
"No, wait!" L.T. struggles. "I didn't mean it! Seriously! You couldn't imagine how much I love black people!"
His elbow sends Boss stumbling, and a sweep kick puts him on his back. L.T. pivots, drawing his pistol from its holster.
"You fuckin' idiot, you have no idea what the hell you're doin'." He pauses. "I guess I got no choice but to put you down."
But he hadn't noticed Boss's hand creeping into his boot. "I don't think so, whitebread."
The Derringer's bullet blows through the bottom of Boss's boot, slicing through L.T., and he slips over to his shotgun, dodging an errant bullet.
"Bein' called a nigga? That's a death sentence in my town."
He blows both barrells, and L.T. is rocketed back through the storefront window before he can fire a shot.
There is a moment of silence, and Boss slowly stands, still clutching his gut. He takes a look around, hands on his hips, and breathes deep. A wide smile crosses his dark features.
"I hearby declare this town... all cleaned up!"
And with that, he disappears.
"He killed him. That black guy fuckin' killed him."
"Fuckin' right he killed him. Uh, not that there's anything wrong with that."
"...Wrong with what? What the fuck you talkin' about?"
"Bein' black, I mean, not... God damn you're a stupid fuck."
You notice that one of you has dragged out L.T. Waters's body. You examine his uniform, his armaments... his Black Panther membership card.
"Well I'll be a monkey-fuckin' baboon. He really did love black people."
"Who the fuck was he, anyway?"
"Seems like some kinda fuckin' Navy SEAL or some shit. I wonder what he could do..."
"Fuck if I know. Probably stalk people in the wilderness or some shit, sneak up on 'em, shit like that."
L.T. A.K. Waters (Tom; Fuckhead Navy SEAL) has been blown clear through a goddamn window, mothafucka!
Samuel L. Jackson grumbles. "Oh, you got lucky, you honkytonk bedonkadonk son of a bitch! JUST YOU WAIT, MOTHAFUCKA, JUST YOU FUCKIN' WAIT TO SEE WHAT I GOT IN STORE FOR YOU!"
He soars up into the air.
"Fuck me is that guy ever an asshole."
Night 1 has begun. The deadline for night actions is Saturday, November 21st at 11pm Central.
BAM!
He kicks the door in and enters.
"Get outta here, fuckface!"
You recognize the Brucesona you've been calling Tom, and with lightning speed he opens fire on Boss with his pistol. Boss rolls to the side of the door, putting his back to it.
"This'll be a whole lot easier if you just come on out, now!"
"Seriously," Tom yells back. "I really like black people! Why the fuck are you doin' this?"
"Just come on out now and this won't have to get ugly, boy."
One of you remarks to another: "Man, he's so bad."
"They call him Boss," remarks another.
So yeah, the fight.
A grenade bounces out the front doors. POW!
Boss covers his eyes and ears as a white flash dazzles and Lieutenant (L.T.) A.K. Waters bursts through the front door, plunging his knife into Boss's gut and kneeing him to the ground, stripping him of his shotgun.
Rolling back to his feet, Boss clutches his gut, watching L.T. aim the shotgun at him. "Come on, you honkey! Fight me like a man. Not a white one, neitha. A real man."
L.T. pauses briefly, then tosses the shotgun to the ground, brandishing the knife again. "Come on, then, fuckhead."
Boss charges in, kicking dust toward L.T. and throwing a fearsome right hook to his jaw. A lesser man would surely crumple. L.T. is not a lesser man, and showed it as he blocked Boss's next punch and slashes across his chest with the knife.
Quick to react, Boss thumps his fist into L.T.'s stomach and bends the knife out of his hand. He's black. He's brutal... he's Boss.
Boss takes another knee to bend L.T.'s arm up behind him and slam him into the wall of the brothel.
"TAKE YOUR FILTHY BLACK HANDS OFF ME, NIGGER!"
Boss pauses. "I knew it!"
"No, wait!" L.T. struggles. "I didn't mean it! Seriously! You couldn't imagine how much I love black people!"
His elbow sends Boss stumbling, and a sweep kick puts him on his back. L.T. pivots, drawing his pistol from its holster.
"You fuckin' idiot, you have no idea what the hell you're doin'." He pauses. "I guess I got no choice but to put you down."
But he hadn't noticed Boss's hand creeping into his boot. "I don't think so, whitebread."
The Derringer's bullet blows through the bottom of Boss's boot, slicing through L.T., and he slips over to his shotgun, dodging an errant bullet.
"Bein' called a nigga? That's a death sentence in my town."
He blows both barrells, and L.T. is rocketed back through the storefront window before he can fire a shot.
There is a moment of silence, and Boss slowly stands, still clutching his gut. He takes a look around, hands on his hips, and breathes deep. A wide smile crosses his dark features.
"I hearby declare this town... all cleaned up!"
And with that, he disappears.
"He killed him. That black guy fuckin' killed him."
"Fuckin' right he killed him. Uh, not that there's anything wrong with that."
"...Wrong with what? What the fuck you talkin' about?"
"Bein' black, I mean, not... God damn you're a stupid fuck."
You notice that one of you has dragged out L.T. Waters's body. You examine his uniform, his armaments... his Black Panther membership card.
"Well I'll be a monkey-fuckin' baboon. He really did love black people."
"Who the fuck was he, anyway?"
"Seems like some kinda fuckin' Navy SEAL or some shit. I wonder what he could do..."
"Fuck if I know. Probably stalk people in the wilderness or some shit, sneak up on 'em, shit like that."
L.T. A.K. Waters (Tom; Fuckhead Navy SEAL) has been blown clear through a goddamn window, mothafucka!
Samuel L. Jackson grumbles. "Oh, you got lucky, you honkytonk bedonkadonk son of a bitch! JUST YOU WAIT, MOTHAFUCKA, JUST YOU FUCKIN' WAIT TO SEE WHAT I GOT IN STORE FOR YOU!"
He soars up into the air.
"Fuck me is that guy ever an asshole."
Night 1 has begun. The deadline for night actions is Saturday, November 21st at 11pm Central.
The next day, Samuel L. Jackson floats into the early morning sky in the Bruceverse, thundering down to the Brucesonas below.
"There's a surprise waitin' for you in Vertical Metropolis City, you bald bitch! Have fun with that shit, mothafucka!"
With nothing better to do, you make the long trek over to the city consisting solely of metropolitan skyscrapers. Not having been told where in particular to look, you spend many agonizing hours searching each building floor by floor, with occasional resting breaks to have an arm-wrestling competition. The winner is as yet inconclusive.
Finally, on the 50th floor of the Hill Building, you notice something. A dead man, adorned in a nice suit, lies amidst a sea of cubicles, his neck broken.
You find a laptop and soon regret looking at it.
"What the fuck is this shit!?"
"Oh my God.... is he fucking a mannequin?"
"Turn this shit off! God damn, what is this guy, like a fiend or something? What the fuck."
"Looks like this asshole was more clever than he looks. He's got some sorta porn bombs here, y'know the kind you send and they fuck up a guy's computer. Probably keep a jerkoff busy all night fixin' it."
"Fuckin' porn bombs? Of what?"
"You do not fuckin' wanna know."
"Well, shit. Today's antivirus shit... probably wouldn't do a fuckin' thing, right?"
"Fuck if I know, pal."
Harrison Hill (Ronike; Cowboy Deviant) has had his fuckin' neck broken.
Day 2 begins. A fucking deadline has been set for Sunday, December 6th, at 7pm Central.
With 13 alive, it takes 7 of you assholes to lynch.
"There's a surprise waitin' for you in Vertical Metropolis City, you bald bitch! Have fun with that shit, mothafucka!"
With nothing better to do, you make the long trek over to the city consisting solely of metropolitan skyscrapers. Not having been told where in particular to look, you spend many agonizing hours searching each building floor by floor, with occasional resting breaks to have an arm-wrestling competition. The winner is as yet inconclusive.
Finally, on the 50th floor of the Hill Building, you notice something. A dead man, adorned in a nice suit, lies amidst a sea of cubicles, his neck broken.
You find a laptop and soon regret looking at it.
"What the fuck is this shit!?"
"Oh my God.... is he fucking a mannequin?"
"Turn this shit off! God damn, what is this guy, like a fiend or something? What the fuck."
"Looks like this asshole was more clever than he looks. He's got some sorta porn bombs here, y'know the kind you send and they fuck up a guy's computer. Probably keep a jerkoff busy all night fixin' it."
"Fuckin' porn bombs? Of what?"
"You do not fuckin' wanna know."
"Well, shit. Today's antivirus shit... probably wouldn't do a fuckin' thing, right?"
"Fuck if I know, pal."
Harrison Hill (Ronike; Cowboy Deviant) has had his fuckin' neck broken.
Day 2 begins. A fucking deadline has been set for Sunday, December 6th, at 7pm Central.
With 13 alive, it takes 7 of you assholes to lynch.
town is lime and scum is red. how i'm seeing the player list
think it's unlikely that scum wagoned tom. tmw gets good guy points for his earlier tom attack but he's not lime because he failed to vote him i think. scumfever/kevin are unaligned with tom. i think KevinscuM would swing the vote onto scumfever as i've seen him blatantly make a bad case to save his scumbuddy from a better case before. tom's attack on scumfevah clears him for me
tom's insulting attitude towards rici clears him as well plus he wouldn't be the first to wagon his scumbuddy like that
ronike and macman are gg's. i feel the worst about macman out of the wagoners but whatever bigger fish to fry right now
riddle had the swing vote and chose tom but i need to look at it in context to decide whether or not tom's fate as lynched was already sealed. however i remember scumddle ignoring his scumbuddy in simpsons mafia as scum so that's gg points as well
tom drummed up a smashman wagon clearing smashy for me
tuna needs to play or do us a favor and replace out
right now i'm okay with any of scumkin, scumtos, or mediocre scumlet eating the noose preferably the last two. im also willing to follow some combination of the limers especially the tom wagoners. who's the play limers? choo choo please
also any protective role who failed to protect ronike last night is a complete fucking idiot
Gheb_01 replaces tmw_redcell.
Shop goysh, o'm roplocong. O dod o rorood ond o hobbo o 'ow dhongsh do shoy.
(1.) Omosh wogon woshn'd logod od oll. O dhonk ho'sh down 'or now
(2.) O'm shoshposooos o' mondoshmon, modoocro, morshhy, rockon ond Modonosh. Ono o' dhosho goysh shoold do'onodoly doo doDoy. O con dry do oloborodo on dhosho bod os yoo con shoo ot'sh hord do rood mo poshdsh.
(3.) O doshogroo wodh o lod o' whod morshhy sood. Roco osn'd cloor od oll joshd bocoosho dom "onsholdsh" hom.
Yoppoo Ko Yoy Modhor'ockor mondosmon
Moro lodor.
(1.) Omosh wogon woshn'd logod od oll. O dhonk ho'sh down 'or now
(2.) O'm shoshposooos o' mondoshmon, modoocro, morshhy, rockon ond Modonosh. Ono o' dhosho goysh shoold do'onodoly doo doDoy. O con dry do oloborodo on dhosho bod os yoo con shoo ot'sh hord do rood mo poshdsh.
(3.) O doshogroo wodh o lod o' whod morshhy sood. Roco osn'd cloor od oll joshd bocoosho dom "onsholdsh" hom.
Yoppoo Ko Yoy Modhor'ockor mondosmon
Moro lodor.
Oh my fucking god thats annoying.
vote gh eb
don'd bo domb.
mondosh osh shcom coz ho wosh nodgong omosh ond ho woshn'd on dho dom wogon oodhor. Ho kondo shoppordod dho poopz who voded 'or omosh widhood voding homshol'. Ho olsho kondo "prodocdod" dom on dho wholo dom/roco dhong.
mondosh osh shcom coz ho wosh nodgong omosh ond ho woshn'd on dho dom wogon oodhor. Ho kondo shoppordod dho poopz who voded 'or omosh widhood voding homshol'. Ho olsho kondo "prodocdod" dom on dho wholo dom/roco dhong.
god. please tell me you're faking that. ee you're putting in another shitty role that makes it harder for town to get information from someone? if that's a town-aligned role then fucking stop
it's more because of his tone. i've seen tomscum insult townies to discourage them from attacking him. i also think rici being the first on the tom wagon is unlikely from scumiardos. MAYBE the tom wagon was building too fast for him to jump off without looking bad but i'll have to reread
someone volunteer for the "translate for gheb" job
"I disagree with a lot of what marshy said. rici isn't clear at all just because tom insults him"? is that it?
it's more because of his tone. i've seen tomscum insult townies to discourage them from attacking him. i also think rici being the first on the tom wagon is unlikely from scumiardos. MAYBE the tom wagon was building too fast for him to jump off without looking bad but i'll have to reread
someone volunteer for the "translate for gheb" job
