S-FM The Cold War III

[yzb25]

"Stop! I am a bodyguard!" The crowd is stunned. Almost nobody expected the man who was taken onto the pyre to scream such a revelation. The prophet, clad in dark tissues had foresee that Marshmallow Marshall would claim to be a town power role, but the rest of the town was stocked. What if he was telling the truth? What if all of it was an act? These thoughts ran through the minds of everybody present. "If you want to lynch me, fine, but I demand time to write my last will and convince you." Lenneth and Magoroth put their hands in the air, agreeing with the proposition. The town was now mostly silent, trying to digest this important piece of information. An angry farmer, still his pitchfork in hand, yells. "I am Blinkstalker and I want this man lynched!" His improvised weapon was shaken in Marshmallow Marshall general direction, with much anger. His face was red, and anyone could see a vein bulging on his forehead. "I think that the one responsible for me being on the pyre while I am a bodyguard is Unknown. I call him bollocks." The accused now points his finger at the man who mounted a case against him, and the townsmen eyes follow. "Yes! It's him! Burn him! Burn!" Blinkskater's pichfork now is turned against Unknown, with the same fit of rage and anger now directed towards his previous train driver. Taken aback, Unknown slightly steps back, words stumbling from his mouth as he did not expect an accusation of this scale. "You... you're scum Blink! You're totally scum!" The discussion started to heat up again, but another man came forward. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure to invite you all aboard the rumox's lynch train." His combed hair was sparking in the last glimmers of light from the fading sun. Most people thought the man was crazy, but the train was new and seemed to run perfectly. Way too happy to climb down from the pyre, Marshmallow Marshall was the first to enter the train as he did not have to give the answers he promised while the town slowly followed. And as the train took off in the horizon, some passengers could still hear the voice of the angry farmer, still holding his pitchfork in the air, screaming. "Rumox is innocent you murderers! I want to burn Marshmallow Marshall! Or Unknown! Give them back!"


Not really a pairing, just fluff from EoD1 :P

Hmmm, now I want a go:

President Fielzanks walks up to his stage, preparing his n1 speech. The first day was successful, he thinks to himself. The Rumox lynch occurred exactly when he planned it and exactly how he planned it. Reliable, efficient and profitable - like capitalism itself. He had deduced the "information" Dunna constantly harped on about was that he was actually Trotsky. Using his profound, 9000 IQ intellect, he deduced this was the case with 97% accuracy and was 99% sure if he claimed Trotsky Dunna would continue to hide his "information", or noone would give poor Dunna the attention he longed for!

But that was behind him now. In front of him, his two cronies MM and David stood. In front of him, his immaculately written n1 speech was prepared. 'Gentleman, what is the soul of capitalism?', he asked his small audience. 'Money?', MM guessed. 'Waifus?', David asked. 'No' Fielz replied, disappointed in his trash scumteam ('If only yzb was my partner' he internally wished). Out loud, Fielz said: 'Gentleman, the soul of capitalism is meritocracy... But how, do you accumulate merit in a game like this?' Fielz answered himself this time: 'I'll tell you how. You DEBATE! Freedom of speech is the blood of our society, after all, so you must debate.' And then Fielz told them his masterplan 'I have deduced the real TPR is unknown, but I shall be using my connections to disconnect him from the game tomorrow. In the meantime, the two of you shall compete for the title of TPR. The winner shall be my Vice-President.'

And so his minions set forth to win his favor. Of course, they would both fall in the end, for the true soul of capitalism is not meritocracy - it is monopoly.

[DJarJar]

Hmmm, now I want a go:

President Fielzanks walks up to his stage, preparing his n1 speech. The first day was successful, he thinks to himself. The Rumox lynch occurred exactly when he planned it and exactly how he planned it. Reliable, efficient and profitable - like capitalism itself. He had deduced the "information" Dunna constantly harped on about was that he was actually Trotsky. Using his profound, 9000 IQ intellect, he deduced this was the case with 97% accuracy and was 99% sure if he claimed Trotsky Dunna would continue to hide his "information", or noone would give poor Dunna the attention he longed for!

But that was behind him now. In front of him, his two cronies MM and David stood. In front of him, his immaculately written n1 speech was prepared. 'Gentleman, what is the soul of capitalism?', he asked his small audience. 'Money?', MM guessed. 'Waifus?', David asked. 'No' Fielz replied, disappointed in his trash scumteam ('If only yzb was my partner' he internally wished). Out loud, Fielz said: 'Gentleman, the soul of capitalism is meritocracy... But how, do you accumulate merit in a game like this?' Fielz answered himself this time: 'I'll tell you how. You DEBATE! Freedom of speech is the blood of our society, after all, so you must debate.' And then Fielz told them his masterplan 'I have deduced the real TPR is unknown, but I shall be using my connections to disconnect him from the game tomorrow. In the meantime, the two of you shall compete for the title of TPR. The winner shall be my Vice-President.'

And so his minions set forth to win his favor. Of course, they would both fall in the end, for the true soul of capitalism is not meritocracy - it is monopoly.

My god, the madman!

[Fielzanks]

Hmmm, now I want a go:

President Fielzanks walks up to his stage, preparing his n1 speech. The first day was successful, he thinks to himself. The Rumox lynch occurred exactly when he planned it and exactly how he planned it. Reliable, efficient and profitable - like capitalism itself. He had deduced the "information" Dunna constantly harped on about was that he was actually Trotsky. Using his profound, 9000 IQ intellect, he deduced this was the case with 97% accuracy and was 99% sure if he claimed Trotsky Dunna would continue to hide his "information", or noone would give poor Dunna the attention he longed for!

But that was behind him now. In front of him, his two cronies MM and David stood. In front of him, his immaculately written n1 speech was prepared. 'Gentleman, what is the soul of capitalism?', he asked his small audience. 'Money?', MM guessed. 'Waifus?', David asked. 'No' Fielz replied, disappointed in his trash scumteam ('If only yzb was my partner' he internally wished). Out loud, Fielz said: 'Gentleman, the soul of capitalism is meritocracy... But how, do you accumulate merit in a game like this?' Fielz answered himself this time: 'I'll tell you how. You DEBATE! Freedom of speech is the blood of our society, after all, so you must debate.' And then Fielz told them his masterplan 'I have deduced the real TPR is unknown, but I shall be using my connections to disconnect him from the game tomorrow. In the meantime, the two of you shall compete for the title of TPR. The winner shall be my Vice-President.'

And so his minions set forth to win his favor. Of course, they would both fall in the end, for the true soul of capitalism is not meritocracy - it is monopoly.

Oh my god that's also genius!

Gotta love the game slowing down sometimes :P