Darth Nihilus

Huh, funny how you agree with him when he has the same opinions as you, to lynch Cinderella, but now that a bandwagon forms, you vote with the mob? Good play, Scum. Huh, same for you. Absolutely no reason for voting, except that 'there is no better suspect' and that 'we already have enough voting power to convict him'. I'm keeping my eye on you. Sheesh, votes are going all over the place! Are you all sure that this is the just right thing to do? I think we should look at more suspicious people. Not that I don't agree that Pinocchio isn't acting suspicious, but Charming and Puss, though I'm not sure which is scum and which is dumb. I tend to think Charming is scum, though, just because of his overall scummy behavior so I suppose I had better Vote: Prince Charming (JackJonesPaw). Sorry, Charming, I just don't buy that you're trying to help the town here.

I can sort of see both sides of this. On the one hand I suppose it could work, but on the other, we can't be sure. What if they investigate/protect a Scum that was set to be killed by the Vigilante and/or Serial Killer?

Very nice, just going against the pack to go with the pack, if you know what I mean. Of course, I mean that you are agreeing with the minority to make yourself look helpful, when you are anything but. Apologies, Mrs. Witch. I have been a little bit busy, erm, 'behind the scenes', as it were. Alright, as long as you don't mind me making accusations to try and help our case, I'll list you as a possible suspect too. Is there a point to this besides distraction? Again, any point here? I don't see your point here.

I am truly sorry, I was...busy, for a while. These are both excellent points, and I agree that by that one statement I basically put myself on the chopping block. However, I have been studying a lot of the discussion here today, and I do believe that there are so many suspects, I just can't decide which lynch is just right. This one, for example, is extremely scummy, but hardly experienced in these sorts of situations, so that one might be the right one, but I'm not sure. Puss-in-Boots also seems very unhelpful, as does the Wicked Witch, but still, no one really stands out at this point.

Damn it. We're out of pigs! But, life goes on, I guess....and death as well, I suppose. Those two go hand in hand, most of the time. So.....we have to send someone through the looking glass every day? I guess it's the most humane thing...they can't die in there, can they? I hope not... Okay, anyway. There's 18 of us, and we don't know how many baddies are among us. Best thing to do is just look at behavior, I guess....

Family over for Easter, can't do anything about it.

"Fine, Flamerobe it is. Let's fight!" Dak attacks from the front row, with his Mockthril Knife.

Just a little out-of character info: Ivy and I will be gone most of tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday, so.....We might be on like once or twice a day, but that's basically it. After that, we'll be on basically every day, almost all the time.

Dak looks at De'kra in shocked silence for a moment, then begins to chuckle. He can't help himself. "De'kra, Tomas didn't tell you everything. This 'disease', as you call it, it's called 'love'. Love happens when two people share so much that they form a bond that makes them care for each other more than friends would. As Tomas said to you, love is a necessary part of life. Only via love can humans reproduce, create new humans, new generations. I am the product of my parent's love. Haldor and Jess....they are in love. Several others I know, or knew, are in love. I, myself, might be in love with a girl I have only seen in pictures and only talked to through letters. Love isn't something to be feared, De'kra. This 'Makuta'-d you care for her? Does she make you feel better than you do when she is not around? That is love, De'kra. That is love." Before he forgets, Dak quickly runs to the Questboard and signs up for Quest #27: Badger Badger Badger!, then jogs back to De'kra, to hear the Shade's response.

Of course! Also, Pussy-cat, you might want to rethink your statement. Girls can hit just as hard as boys, you know. Just sayin'.

I know that. Those were two separate questions. Here, does it have to be multiple-choice questions? 1. Are you an animal? a. Yes b. I think so c. No 2. Do you have rabies? a. Yes b. No c. Maybe, I can't understand what you're saying so.... 3. Do you have animal instincts? a. Yes, they're telling me to kill you b. No, but I might still kill you anyway 4. Are you going to kill me? a. Yes. I can't take it any more! b. Probably, I've almost snapped! c. No, because I love you! 5. Are you crazy? a. Yes, of course I am! I have to be! Am I? b. Probably c. No, bu the voices in my head disagree.

Well, we could probably figure it out somehow....Do you have any animal urges? How about rabies? I'm scared of rabies......

Oh. Well then. Hello, I am Goldilocks. Yes, the one that sleeps in other people's beds. No, I was not on drugs when that happened. No, I am not high on helium right now. That's just how my voice is. Apparently the writers of my story never heard of puberty.

Fixed that for you.

Yes, but I sleep in other people's beds. As long as they're not Mr. Bear, I'll sleep with them. Yes, that means that if there are no men around, I'll temporarily become lesbian.

Okay. Two less men to worry about. Now, Mr. Charming, is it really true that you are on the 'other team'? If not, I might have some use for you after all......

Dak blinked, and noticed he was sitting alone, no one in sight. Apparently the side effects of the dream still hadn't worn off. He stood, and decided to take a walk, when he saw Haldor collapse, apparently attacked by De'kra. Dak ran over as quickly as he could, but it would seem that Haldor had already passed out. An elven woman-Jess, he remembered from talking to Haldor- was crying and trying to attack De'kra. Dak was about to help Haldor, but it would seem that Jess had things well in hand on that front. Her grief must have clouded her mind, however, because she was trying to stab someone instead of helping Haldor. "Stop." Dak said, and his voice held an air of cold efficiency and command. "De'kra, come with me. I will explain. Jess-that is your name, correct?- get Haldor somewhere for clerical attention. It's the only thing you can do now. Fighting will do nothing." Dak leads De'kra over to the table he sat at before, and gestures for the other Rogue to sit down. "Now, what happened? I need to know every detail. It is extremely important, alright? Any small thing you recall might help."

I certainly hope not. Because then we'll have a riot on our hands, what with there only being...what? Three men? The rest are basically animals, and as most of you know, having sex with animals belongs in hard-core porn, not in a fairy tale. Not that I would mind this story becoming porn..... *narrowly escapes ramapaging sex addict Cinderella's charge for the bedroom, but finds herself locked out of the room* Uhm, the proper thing to say in this situation, I believe, would be 'Whoops'. Also, 'Damn it', maybe with an 'all' at the end, or maybe a 'God' at the beginning. Goddamn it. All.

*peeks out from behind bedroom door* Huh, I didn't know Cinderwaserface was a sex addict. You learn something new every day around here! *hides from Pussy in Boots and Mr. Beary nasty again.

I do believe I now really need saving. Oh, please, won't some gullible brave idiot hero save me?! *keeps running, toward her room*

Dak walks into the Arena, primarily to revoke the duel with Guts, as his opponent was out of the Hall at the moment. Seeing one of the two troublemakers from the Hall challenging some poor soul whose player hadn't been active lately hadn't been seen for a while without any reason, he stepped up. "Oi! Just exactly who do you think you are, bein' such a nuisance? What has that guy ever done to you? Listen, if you want to fight someone, I'll fight. I hereby Challenge Drake Flamesword to a Duel, by the Arena rules! 'S not like I have anything better to do anyway...."

I believe the proper phrase in this situation is "Run if you want to live!", probably in all caps. Now, if you don't mind, I'm taking my own advice. Hasta la vista. *salutes, then runs like hell is at her heels*

Yes, but he's really wooden, if you catch my drift. Puppets are also just glorified tools for the puppeteer, if you know what I mean.

Dwarves are no fun. Too short. Trust me, I've tried. Didn't work out. Too short. Get me?

Dak notices another Rogue walk up, wearing a black cloak and hood, similar to the ones he had used only a few months previously. He stepped backward, nodding to Haldor and Tesni and the Mage that had joined them, and walked back to his solitary table. Things were beginning to click back into place in his mind, probably set in motion by Haldor's words. As he sat down, a distant memory, fuzzy, but nonetheless a memory, began playing in his mind. Dak ran, hard and fast as he could, toward home and his mother. Tears streamed down the side of his face, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. Pain shot through his side as he tryed to push himself to go faster, and he tryed to ignore it, but it combined with all the bruises and cuts from his latest spar in the square pulled him down, facefirst into the dirt path. His forehead hit the ground, but was lifted off not a moment afterward, as a result of the older boy lifting him into the air by his feet. The boy laughed in his face, and his rank breath blew Dak's long, black hair back into his eyes. Dak swung, helplessly trying to punch the older boy, Jack, and his friends but failing as a result of the blood rushing to his head. His vision began to cloud, and he prayed to whatever god would listen that it wouldn't be another of his episodes. As his vision became more and more murky, he noticed a tall, fair figure running toward him and screaming at Jack and his companions to let Dak go. Nearly saved, the last burst of energy Dak used was to slam his fist squarely into Jack's nose, and then realizing his mistake as the older boy dropped him to the ground to clutch his now bleeding nose. Once again, Dak hit the path headfirst, and felt his body go limp just as he saw the brown-haired, fair-skinned boy chase Jack and his thugs away, and then come to kneel over Dak. "C-can you hear me, Dak? Dak! It's okay, it's going to be fine, Dak. I'm taking you back to Mother now, okay? Come on," the boy said. Dak was once again lifted from the ground, but much more gently, and he felt the boy carry him toward a large house in the distance. Then everything went black. Dak started, noticing that he had almost fallen out of his chair. A small droplet of tear stained his cheek, but he wiped it away with a sleeve. Bits of memory, that was all he had now. Bits and pieces of a former life he didn't remember. Damn it all, he thought to himself. Wish I could find someone to help me with this. He stood, and slid the chair under the table next to him. He stepped out of the corner and looked for someone to talk to. There was De'kra, talking to the purple-clad mage. And over there was Tarn, sitting by himself and looking a bit lonely. Dak walked over and slid into a seat near the taller man, and just sits there for a while with him, each lost in their own thoughts. Dak decides to start the conversation. "Hail, Tarn. How are things going, since you got back? You seem a little lost in thought."