Tailsy
if the nineth lion ate the sun.
- Pronoun
- she
You wake up, and realise that people keep dying all of a sudden. Dying all over the place, leaving little messages like some shit off Criminal Minds or whatever. (You don't know; you don't watch TV.)
But you don't give a shit. You're famous on MySpace. You get all the bitches - all of them, salivating over your [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE] like a pack of [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE]-loving dogs. You fucking love it, mostly because you haven't yet come to the realisation that you're actually just a virgin loser who only has friends on the internet.
You don't care. Your [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE] is awesome even though it's a bit squint.
So you wake up in the morning feeling like a one-hit wonder of an American music industry 'artist', and you get the fuck out of your bed and turn on your badass of a computer.
You have seven hundred and forty-two messages.
One of them is a riddle.
Oh fuck no.
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Welcome to Outdated Social Media Mafia! This is generally a normal mafia game, excepting the fact that your flavour text will consist of ridiculous riddles and probably terrible pop culture references. Also gratuitous mentions of MySpace.
Quick rules set-up:
- The Gamemaster? bluh bluh prissy bitch. If you decide not to participate in the game in any way for two phases you will be modkilled automatically. Sending me a PM stating that you would rather not use your night action counts as activity, however.
- The game will change phases in a strict 48 hour timeframe, regardless of whether all night actions are in or if everyone has voted (or indeed, a majority vote has been formed). Unless you have a special reason, I will not give extensions. (However, if I've been busy and haven't changed phases in time, feel free to continue discussion!)
- A lynch must occur during every day phase. If there are no votes or no majority when 48 hours are up, the Gamemaster will either randomly select a player to lynch or resurrect a dead player to vote in the case of a tie.
- All roles are secret.
Let's go, Internet soldiers.
But you don't give a shit. You're famous on MySpace. You get all the bitches - all of them, salivating over your [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE] like a pack of [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE]-loving dogs. You fucking love it, mostly because you haven't yet come to the realisation that you're actually just a virgin loser who only has friends on the internet.
You don't care. Your [INSERT APPROPRIATE GENITALIA OR LACK OF GENITALIA OR OTHERWISE HERE] is awesome even though it's a bit squint.
So you wake up in the morning feeling like a one-hit wonder of an American music industry 'artist', and you get the fuck out of your bed and turn on your badass of a computer.
You have seven hundred and forty-two messages.
One of them is a riddle.
Oh fuck no.
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Welcome to Outdated Social Media Mafia! This is generally a normal mafia game, excepting the fact that your flavour text will consist of ridiculous riddles and probably terrible pop culture references. Also gratuitous mentions of MySpace.
Quick rules set-up:
- The Gamemaster? bluh bluh prissy bitch. If you decide not to participate in the game in any way for two phases you will be modkilled automatically. Sending me a PM stating that you would rather not use your night action counts as activity, however.
- The game will change phases in a strict 48 hour timeframe, regardless of whether all night actions are in or if everyone has voted (or indeed, a majority vote has been formed). Unless you have a special reason, I will not give extensions. (However, if I've been busy and haven't changed phases in time, feel free to continue discussion!)
- A lynch must occur during every day phase. If there are no votes or no majority when 48 hours are up, the Gamemaster will either randomly select a player to lynch or resurrect a dead player to vote in the case of a tie.
- All roles are secret.
Let's go, Internet soldiers.
