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WW IX - Valentines Day Massacre
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WerewolfGM wrote: »MOD ANNOUNCEMENT
NORMAL SERVICE WILL NOT RESUME
SOMEONE SPILT SOME FLUID ON THE LYNCH FORM IN THE DR
AHEM NOT LOOKING AT ANYONE IN PARTICULAR
SO THIS TIME THERE WILL BE A PUBLIC ON THREAD VOTE:
INSTRUCTIONS FOR A VALID VOTE:
TYPE:
VOTE X
where X is the name of the player you voted for.
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y0ssar1an22 wrote: »i'm not too keen on votiing for someone who hasnt been on all day
But you'll vote for someone who's been trying to contribute
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THE FINAL ACT
*** ENTER THE PRINCE
This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I for winking at your discords too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
Yes! All are punished indeed,
First there was Sulli,
the awful Montague Bulli,
Torn to shreds with bullets at speed.
Then there was MollyB,
the Capulet Advesary,
She was not ready to go,
but a vile vial of poison through her veins did flow.
Next to go was Andy boy, the Capulet Clown,
He fell fast with a bullet through the Crown
The Capulets gone without even a feed
the worst wolf performance? indeed indeed.
As she sat alone fixing her laptop,
The scorned lover Rosaline felt pop,
GUFC was gone, body and bone,
all cause of his stupid phone.
Mercutio smiled with Pride,
But his sudden frown he could not hide,
For he halted the village winning streak
When he stuck a bullet in ould Clubbie's beak
Tigger was dead,
and the Deadroom was filled with dread.
The pitch forks came forward,
Someone had to pay, t'was quick,
CDaly could even say a word,
his torso separated from his d**k
The Montagues could sense a fight back
So slashed at Juliet to get on track
Tritium felt nothing, but soon did pass
Leaving heartbroken Romeo to clean the sheets,
but soon his pain could be felt from head to feet
and drank the poison, with a spike to ass.
The village did freak by the poor run
and honed in on quiet Quickbeam to blame
six villagers made sure that her head was spun
but villager was she, to their shame
The Montague did not relent
his bullets not spent
The beautiful nurse lay dead
poor grumpy felt poison in her head.
But finger prints lay everywhere
and the scent of holy oils did fill the air
for even thought the Priest screwed up
the village sensed that stoogie was a Montgue Pup
The village sensed victory but knew Paris was there
they turned their attention to barney to string up in the air
What a mistake that would have been,
for Barney was a villager it was plain to be seen
Lucky for him, a shout rang out
Nopeare the scorned lover, fell with a clout
Some Godly Hand did push him before the village turned pottie,
Now he is dead thanks to dottie.
But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Exeunt
VILLAGE VICTORY
WELL DONE AND THANKS TO ALL
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