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I'm not sure if I should be happy I'm here to watch Derm Derm everything into Derm and not here to die while he is Derming, or if I should be sad I'm not here to kill him again.

Either way, Derm, I have an idea for making that beastie. It can only end in blood, and cats.

"Joy. I'm involved in a free-for-all deathmatch between all the most powerful shut-ins in the entire realm. Each of which can bend and break the laws of reality at will. Whatever would mother say at such a development?"

Go to the aforementioned smithy and find a weapon. Preferably a bastard sword, and preferably a magical one. If that fails, make a non-magical one myself.

Blue tank tries to run zombies over! (6) ((WHHYYY?)) It squidges three, before the crew die of a zombie climbing in and burning them to death! (?) it starts looking strangely at the driver's manual! Wait, zombies can't read or use a tank... Can they?

INEXTINGUISHABLE RUNNING KAMIKAZE RADIOACTIVE FLAMING ZOMBIE RAMPAGE TIME!
(1) two of them fall over.

I would ask why fire can burn two men to death without getting hot enough to burn a book, but then I read "INEXTINGUISHABLE RUNNING KAMIKAZE RADIOACTIVE FLAMING ZOMBIE" and realized that logic, reason, and physics are all occupied with crying in the corner right now.

Spray scapheap with the fire extinguisher's foam.

That foam is painfully cold.

The Being of a Thousand Titles, Reaver of Souls, Sire of Kings and Prophets, Lord of the Seven Hells, Owner of Wealth Beyond Count, and Divine Being, looked down upon the shred of soul that remained of the creature known as Possibly.

Denizen of the Pit! It bellowed in the voice of all that was or will be. The volume would have rendered his audience deaf as a newborn pup if not for their ethereal nature.

What has brought you before me, again?

The same. An unfortunate mistake, a bungling of a routine task, a simple yet fatal mistake. The soul said with a sigh of resignation. Defeat plain in its tone.

You wish to return once more. It was a statement, as it always was. There was never a point to asking questions when all that ever was or will be was laid before you as plain as a map in the mind's eye of a wizened cartographer. Questions were only for the benefit of the visitor.

No. I lost. Fairly, for once. I have a different desire to beseech of you.

Speak.

I ask for a son. To carry on my lineage.

And. Impatience had begun to penetrate the being's voice. Barely noticeable, but in a land where time meant nothing and space was a theory, there was never a lack of time to ponder the simplest of things.

A barrel of Dwarven Ale, to send me off to my final rest. Grant me these things, and you will never see me on your plane again.

So it shall be. The distant sound a grandfather clock's gears shattering into a thousand crystalline fragments resounded throughout the grand hall. Possibly was whisked away on a phantom wind with a barrel of ale toward his rightful resting place.

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Possibly awoke in a grassy vale. His barrel was standing upright beside him. The sounds of birds in the trees and rustling in the foliage surrounded him, but Possibly paid them no mind. He rose to his feet and rushed to the barrel. When he tried to pry the lid off, it would not budge. The forest fell away into a white misty fog. Only to return as the inside of a sanitized clinic. The barrel was taken from Possibly's hands, none of his magic worked in this place. A woman in a white dress-suit came up to him.

"Hello and welcome to the Happy Memories Drug and Alcohol Recovery Sanctuary. I'll escort you to your room." She said sweetly.

Gods had never been this cruel.

Screw insanity and confuzzlement! HAND GRENADEEEEESSSSSS!!!

Quote from: javierpwn on January 10, 2013, 05:26:12 pm

If you don't provide an image for an object it is just a
Shimmering Image!

((Well, What I mean is that if Rosha-halel is just the concept of an altar, with no physical attachments. A flesh altar will look morbid, but it will show me what it means, at least.))

No, no, no. An altar of flesh isn't morbid. Think big, this is Bay12! Stab that altar several times to make the flesh altar bleed, cast a spell to make the bleeding permanent and infinite. Then it's morbid.

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I was avoiding answering that question until someone got it. Worth the wait.[/spoiler]

Weeeeeellllllll... lookie here. We got paranoia runnin' rampant. Should be fun.

IronyOwl Thank you. Definitely cleared that issue up. I was thinking you meant relative to this game of mafia. Which, I think, is impossible. At least for now. Anyhow, in the event that your buddy had just been lynched, you had a few votes stacked, not quite enough for next turn to be a death sentence but votes nonetheless, and you just made a slip-up. How would you cover your tracks?

+‼scientist‼+ If you could choose a role, what would it be?

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Open-Ended
In the event that someone accidentally asks a set of questions that seem to implicate them in a way that is heavily unfavorable in retrospect, what would be the proper way to convince the town that it is, in fact, coincidence?