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In! (If full, Sub.) :p
 
Ok fine you convinced me. :(

I am in
Quoi? :p

You are in if Olaus does not show. However, he has not read his invitation PM yet, so we will wait until tomorrow at 1900 GMT to distribute roles.
 
In if Room! As the Mad British Lord who insists on votin g the person above him........
vote Jensthemens....

* Makes sure there is always a Tory above Lord Strange at election time *

:p
 
Well, its true. But Lemeard, do you always have to drag everything into the gutter? Well, below the gutter, seeing as the gutter is werewolf....



Actually, do I need to ask that question?
 
Excellent, then.

Roles are being distributed as we speak. Well, as the voices speak, because none of you can.

Yes, voices, I know I'm not supposed to tell them about you...
 
All special roles sent.

If you did not get a PM, Lemeard doesn't love you and you're a villager.

First update in few mins.
 
Excellent, then.

Roles are being distributed as we speak. Well, as the voices speak, because none of you can.

Yes, voices, I know I'm not supposed to tell them about you...

Thank you for reserving that spot for me, I hope it doesn't cause any hurt feelings. :)
 
Day Zero

The passengers of the doomed bus had nothing to fear as they entered their tomb. They did not know there was a bomb which was going to kill them all as soon as the bus reached 50 miles per hour, coming from the top of course. All they could think about was the perfect vacation which awaited them all. The bus drivers were kind and good looking. One had a handsome goatee and the other seemed to be some sort of Swede. The passengers did not know of the drivers' special plans for them.

"Welcome" was all they heard...


Night Zero

The bus drivers, eager to begin the journey, begin to look through the personal belongings of the passsengers. As soon as they discover what they are looking for, they start the bus. *vroom vroom* The bus slowly speeds and speeds and speeds... Then, once the bus has reached 51 miles per hour, the driver with the goatee grabs a passenger and throws him out an open window. He says, "I don't like cooks, I like my pineapples raw.

Slinky the cook is dead.