Adam

Captain Zuloo, many thanks for the praise! It's really magnificent to know that there's someone who's paying attention to what you're doing and willing to compliment your work, even if you've been gone for a week and a half. By the way, congratulations on your promotion - and you too, Strawberry! Back on topic, I'd love to try out for Pirate theme leader - I've just read the page providing information, and if I'm not busy on he 22nd or 23rd, I'm seriously considering visiting DC. I even have some American friends down there, a family that's in love with LEGO and has informed me that they're going too.

For how long does this Toy Fair run? I thought it only went from the 15th to the 18th, but if not, I'll be in the Connecticut area soon.

I'm just about to commence a one and a half week long abscence from the forum, so why not add my first post to the mix as my last post before leaving? Oh, yes! I loved exclaimation points!!! I really couldn't get enough of them! I used them in nearly all of my earlier posts!!! The spaces between the last letter of the sentence and the exclaimation point is a smiley, by the way. That post may not seem noobish, but as time passed by, my posts got even noobier. At around 600 posts, I reformed myself, but before then... Oh, by the way, my first post was responding to this lovely diorama by Legolas.

Oh, that! Well, of course Pavarti and I can back each other and you up on that theory. Then what I said was just confirmed. Oh, I thought protecting counted as a night action.

So, if at least one of you is loyal, only you have a night action and neither of you can convert.

Alright, I guess it's time to spill: Dragonatieri's babble about being hitman is complete nonsense, because I am the hit(wo)man! It's simple - I killed Pedro, but unfortuantely, that sufficed as my night action, and Iris didn't let me kill anyone else that day. I also stole cookies from the kitchen when I was five. Alicia is right, anyone can call themself the hitman, and have "evidence" to support it, but that can be complete feces. I'm not quite sure what I'm able to back you up on, dear, because I couldn't really get the "gist" of what you were saying. But if you say so, you've no reason to lie. Dickie, on what nights did you "protect" Alicia? Maybe, Dragonatieri was being converted last night?

So, you're dead unless someone is able to kill him first. Bye bye.

Yes, you're right - You, however, don't seem to believe him the hitman, but if you truely believe this, why do you fear for your life? He wouldn't be able to kill you.

I'm glad that you've finally told the truth, or at least, not just bits of it. So, the whole lovey thingy between Alicia and Dragonatieri is male cow feces, and obviously Dragonatierti, who seems to be smarter than the average deserter, knows about the affair. The question is, why hasn't he done anything about it? I'll answer that question with my suspicion: he obviously has something to hide, and is obviously involved, in some way, with the FBI. What would happen if he were to kill his wife and fellow mafia member? Well, for one, if he was an FBI agent, and abided by that "law" thing, he couldn't do that. He also wouldn't want to draw attention to himself. Well, this obviously clues us in to the fact that he was doing things while the FBI eliminated the original Baritones (during Baritones 1). And what else would he be doing than reporting to the Feds? Aha, but Dragonatieri can only kill one person at a time, so unless someone the other one of you, we'd know that it was him and why he killed that person, leaving the other one to spill the beans. Unless, that is, another person kills the other one of you at night, or you're voted off. Quarrioni, I hope that you're considering these recent events.

. . . Wait, what!? Why would they want us transported to a prison camp if they've already infiltrated us with a spy (me)? And what's this NEW serum, or is it the one from the Time Machine with the dang mutant things I made up?

Good thing you were shot, I agree, since I'm not in a cell. I'm in a BACTA tank, being kept stable.

The thing is, the protrusion wouldn't be coming directly out of the side. It would be in front of the module a bit, similar to Thrash's stairs, and then to the side, so that it's covering the front of the neighboring module slightly.

Of course! Just make sure that, when you do find the real me, it's realistic. For instance, if someone were to find me this soon after my doppleganger's appearence, why would everyone know about it? That aspect of the plot would be eliminated instantly. Besides, I've been working on a labbish setting for a bit, and I'd like to use that at some point. I mean, in the rules, you're able to use any character, right?

All I know is that I'm with the impostor Ren Luun, who is explaining to me details of the plot. I had hoped that this would be expanded upon by other members, with lots of underground labbish pictures and detailed plot sequences, but other than my actions, I have no idea what's going on. EDIT: Thanks, Oky!

I have a question similar to Thrash's: Let's say there's something that's overhang, like his stairs, on the front. Can that over hang go out the sides a bit?

No reason to be after you?! You're in a mafia, hun. Why are you so pressed for time? And you're confirmig that Johnny Blue actually did see those things? He wasn't there last night? How would you know that, if you were at Dickie's? And why did you choose Dickie, of all people? And wouldn't Dragonateri know that you weren't there, and why didn't he do something about it? And why were you forced to leave the house when Dragonateri went away, when you could've stayed there? I'm not saying that I minded your company; on the contrary, it was nice to have someone around when Tony had passed. Geez, theese 1000 questions are catching up with me.

Great work, Quarrioni! Another one bites the dust... So, it's safe to assume that there are two rats left, and that Quarrioni fought Trexx himself, because if they'd used their hit-men, it wouldn't be Trexx hanging from a net. I guess now is the time to reveal some of the DESPrite meeting's information. LeAnn, who was loyal to the mafia and seemed to have some interaction with something important, delivered to me the information that Alicia might be the cheater. Now, I don't say I support this theory, but let's be serious: her husband doesn't hang around much, does he? Besides, at the beginning of this game... of life, she was making loving comments at him every other second. Now... Personally, I think we should reserve our opinion on Pavarti and Willie. As far as I've collected, Willie made some suggestive comments and Pavarti is just inactive. They don't seem to be convicting reasons, do they?

Adam groaned. He had just regained consciousness. A dark area loomed before him, blurring in front of his weary eyes. He could make out the dim outline of a person staring at him, surrounded by indistinguishable figures. Adam blinked. "Who are you?" The figure had become clearer now, and Adam noticed Super Battle Droids surrounding them. He felt for his lightsaber, suddenly remembering that he had dropped it in the forest. His gun remained hidden in a concealed pouch on his left pant-leg, but he could find no way of reaching it without attracting attention. Any use of Force Powers would cause the droids and man to attack. He was trapped. It was a moment before Adam's question was answered; the man passed the time by smirking at him. "You know who I am; it is I you've been undoubtedly attempting to located." Adam's warning and paranoia senses soared - this was the impostor Ren Luun. "Well, you must know the conclusion I've come to, since you're droids know I questioned that idiot Malcolm," Adam said calmly, playing for time. Ren Luun smirked again. "You think that, by informing me that you know of some CIS conspiracy, that I will spill its secrets like some generic villain? Surely you aren't so foolish." Adam cursed under his breath - that plan had failed spectacularly. "So, I assume you'll dispose of me in some gruesome way?" Adam asked, taking another attempt to make Luun release some fraction of information. This time, luckily, Adam was rewarded: Ren Luun seemed to be anticipating this question. "Oh, we won't just be killing you - we'll finally have a spy in your meddling party! An exact, mechanical duplicate to know of your exact whereabouts and plans at any given moment." Adam frowned. "That's virtually the same concept as our clones." Duplicate Luun smirked again. "No, you're wrong - watch," he said, taking a blaster from one of the droids and proceeding to shoot his opposite arm off. He then picked up the arm and re-attached it. "You see? I cannot die." Adam glanced around again, this time noticing a figure identical to this Luun in what looked like a modified BACTA tank. "And why don't you just kill him?" Adam asked, jerking his head to the real Ren Luun. For the first time, the impostor looked displeased. "We must, quite unfortunately, keep the original selves intact for the duplicates to remain alive. It is a problem that is being solved. Now, for the procedures," he added, a grin breaking across his face once more.

Interesting contest; thanks, guys, for putting it up! Does the module have to be one of the listed in the actual EB Community Build thread, or can it be something new and different, yet stil following the guidlines? Thanks!

I know - I was really bored, had no idea what was happening what with weirdo monsters and fifty new characters, and returned to the thread to find the entire forest I was in on fire, which I couldn't understand. I thought it best if I just left myself unconscious for a while. Reference? Picked up a tank? Who the heck is DD?! I think that this game has turned into one battle scene after the next; could we please get back to the plot? Once we do, I'll regain consciousness, but until then...

Haha, in your faces! Now all we have to do is make a classic-avatar.com! If you read the "on a serious note," part of his post, he implies that he was joking.

Guys, simonjedi and I are still in the forest, on that little path Garviel found. Garviel and Adam proceeded upon the thin passage that bended its way through Trexxon's thick trees. "Where do you think this leads?" Garviel asked. "No idea," Adam replied, "but we don't seem to be getting anywhere; the forest, if anything, seems to be thickening." They continued for a bit longer until the stopped and began discussing Malcolm's information once more. "So, it's safe to assum that this Ren Luun isn't on our side? Malcolm implied that he was at least an impostor, maybe being controlled, but could he have really been a Sith all along?" Garviel wondered aloud. "No," Adam said after a pause, "I don't think he's a Sith - there's already Dooku, and to a degree, Grevious. I think he's definatley one of the first two possibilities." Garviel voiced another concern: "But what if Malcolm's information isn't valid? I wouldn't trust that sleezbag with Ashoka's wig." Adam chuckled, but his laughter was cut short when he heard a distant crackle. "What was that?" he asked, alarmed. The two of them looked up instantly, and their worst fears came true. Without pausing to think, Garviel and Adam ran at breakneck speeds in the direction that they hoped the forest's exit lay. "I think there's a fork up ahead!" Adam yelled, now ahead of Garviel. As they neared the fork, however, there came a giant crunch - - and Adam collapsed under the weight of a fallen log. Garviel attempted to raise the burning log off of Adam, but he could not lift the strange Trexxon wood. As Garviel stepped back, panting, more logs fell around him, forming a circle of fire enclosing them from the rest of the wood. Garviel quickly ran backwards, only to find more flames behind him, tickling his back. How would they ever get out if the forest was enfulged in flames or if Adam lay helpless on the ground? Cliffhanger! Somewhere deep in space, in the room of a 5-year-old beside a TV... "WOMG! Cool special effects!"

Nor does it save myself; I have no night actions either. Based on my walks down other paths... of life, "con" is probably the start of "converted." Though "constipated" is a possibility, too. I'm jumping to the conclusion that you've concluded that the rats have concluded something.

Why thank y'al- stop it!

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