11/7 Supernatural Mishmash game
11-11-2011
, 07:28 PM
11-11-2011
, 07:30 PM
11-11-2011
, 07:51 PM
God sat on his couch eating popcorn. Damn, but today was entertaining! All the back and forth and accusations and confusion. And all the name dropping! Holy Me, but this is great!
Oh wait, wait, we're getting to the good part here. They're down to just a couple. It's like Survivor, only with ropes instead of torches. Hmmmm....that's actually not a bad idea. I'll have to send a dream to Mark Burnett about that.
Here comes the rope....aaaaaannnd it's......
IT IS STILL NIGHT
Moves due in about 3:20.
Oh wait, wait, we're getting to the good part here. They're down to just a couple. It's like Survivor, only with ropes instead of torches. Hmmmm....that's actually not a bad idea. I'll have to send a dream to Mark Burnett about that.
Here comes the rope....aaaaaannnd it's......
Spoiler:
IT IS STILL NIGHT
Moves due in about 3:20.
11-11-2011
, 11:42 PM
It was the middle of the night, but no one was sleeping. There was too much excitement. There seemed to be so much information. Why was everything so confusing?
The young woman rubbed her nose between where her eyes used to be. She had been working herself too hard. Could they not see what she'd done for them? Or were they as blind as...well, as she was?
She sat at her crystal ball and waved her hands. "That's some tool, huh?" came a voice next to her.
She sat straight. "Wha...wha...who's there?" she started to grope on the desk to find something to protect herself.
"Whoa, hold on right there, little lady," continued the voice, "That right there is the Binford 3000. The sharpest table saw on the market! Why, if I hadn't put that safety shield down, you might have lost your..."
His words were stopped by screams and spatters of blood.
"I don't think so, Tim."
He heard the screams and turned from his path. He ran toward the cries, hoping to prevent further carnage. He turned a corner, and ran right into the path of an oncoming train. His final thoughts were, "....wait....was that Artemus Gordon?"
"Was that a train?" thought the man at the bar. "No, I'm just tired. I have to stop thinking. Dammit, I'm just going to do it!" He steeled himself, then gulped the drink. "huh, not so bad," he thought. "I could develop a taste for...huuuuuuurk"
He began to violently twitch and cough. Black goo sputtered from his lips and nose. With his last, clear breath he gasped is final words.
"damn it."
IT IS DAY
The young woman rubbed her nose between where her eyes used to be. She had been working herself too hard. Could they not see what she'd done for them? Or were they as blind as...well, as she was?
She sat at her crystal ball and waved her hands. "That's some tool, huh?" came a voice next to her.
She sat straight. "Wha...wha...who's there?" she started to grope on the desk to find something to protect herself.
"Whoa, hold on right there, little lady," continued the voice, "That right there is the Binford 3000. The sharpest table saw on the market! Why, if I hadn't put that safety shield down, you might have lost your..."
His words were stopped by screams and spatters of blood.
"I don't think so, Tim."
Spoiler:
He heard the screams and turned from his path. He ran toward the cries, hoping to prevent further carnage. He turned a corner, and ran right into the path of an oncoming train. His final thoughts were, "....wait....was that Artemus Gordon?"
Spoiler:
"Was that a train?" thought the man at the bar. "No, I'm just tired. I have to stop thinking. Dammit, I'm just going to do it!" He steeled himself, then gulped the drink. "huh, not so bad," he thought. "I could develop a taste for...huuuuuuurk"
He began to violently twitch and cough. Black goo sputtered from his lips and nose. With his last, clear breath he gasped is final words.
"damn it."
Spoiler:
IT IS DAY