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Pie 4 Life what's your read on Dingster?
Dingster
TheBrownDog
Dingster
TheBrownDog
Sexy AF. He told me so.
Apparently so.
I don't think a SK who's paying attention and not distracted by the draft would miss a free hit.
Dingster
TheBrownDog
The village decision is to take me today as low hanging fruit and have one crack maybe at the SK. Or have two cracks at the SK and potentially eliminate an option in the process to narrow down the field.
Mate you are such low hanging fruit that you've turned into those fermented apples on the ground that elephants get pissed on.
thewizardmelon
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- Mar 12, 2021
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Except you’re not going to kill with 8 players left because if both you, alpha and the SK hit it’s game over.
Probably better for us to take a shot, we miss there’s 8 left, 7 after night phase (assuming you and alpha are smart enough to not kill). And we get another crack in the next day phase.
The biggest downside to keeping you alive is that you can intimidate a vote. I’m fairly certain there’s 4 people who’s vote couldn’t be intimidated overnight, at least for this lynch.
thewizardmelon
Brownlow Medallist
- Mar 12, 2021
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- 26,936
- AFL Club
- Gold Coast
- Other Teams
- Liverpool FC, LA Lakers, LSU Tigers
Pie - SK/Village
Kurve, CF - village?
Gralin/Ocha - village/Alpha/SK
Ding - intimidator
Raz - flog
Dank - seer
Wiz - doc
Kurve, CF - village?
Gralin/Ocha - village/Alpha/SK
Ding - intimidator
Raz - flog
Dank - seer
Wiz - doc
thewizardmelon
Brownlow Medallist
- Mar 12, 2021
- 12,375
- 26,936
- AFL Club
- Gold Coast
- Other Teams
- Liverpool FC, LA Lakers, LSU Tigers
Godspeed, gentlemen
jmoo wan
Formally, Mr Jmoo Wan
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A Slimy Disaster in Broad Daylight
For once, the town of Shermer seemed to be enjoying a brief moment of calm. After days of tension, accusations, and night-time mayhem, the citizens of Illinois relished the quiet, using the downtime to regroup and strategize. Little did they know, disaster was lurking—not under the cover of night, but in the unassuming light of day.
Uncle Buck’s Quiet Afternoon Gone Wrong
Uncle Buck, the town’s beloved doctor and all-around problem solver, was in his workshop, tinkering with odds and ends while taking a break from his usual rounds of patching up citizens and calming frazzled nerves. Around his neck dangled the Flubber, its bright green glow pulsing faintly in the morning sun.
Buck had been skeptical about the amulet’s “protective” powers when it had been entrusted to him. “Looks like somethin’ outta one of those science-fiction movies the kids are always yammerin’ about,” he muttered, giving it a little tap. But, as always, Buck was willing to give it a shot.
Unfortunately, today, Flubber had other plans.
Without warning, the amulet began to vibrate, its glow intensifying to an alarming brightness. Buck, ever the pragmatist, leaned in closer. “Well, that can’t be good,” he mumbled. Before he could react, the amulet let out a shrill whine and exploded in a spectacular burst of green goo, sparks, and rubbery chaos.
The explosion sent tools flying, knocked over a jar of sugar Buck had been snacking from, and turned his workshop into a sticky, bouncing madhouse. The citizens, drawn by the sound, arrived just in time to see a frying pan soar through a now-shattered window, landing unceremoniously on the lawn.
The Aftermath
As the crowd cautiously entered the goo-coated scene, they found no sign of movement—only a green-slimed hat sitting atop a pile of debris. It didn’t take long for the devastating realization to set in.
thewizardmelon (Uncle Buck), the town’s beloved Doctor, had been tragically and absurdly taken out by the very thing meant to protect him, ironic, like rain on your wedding day.
No one laughed. Well... maybe a few people chuckled.
For once, the town of Shermer seemed to be enjoying a brief moment of calm. After days of tension, accusations, and night-time mayhem, the citizens of Illinois relished the quiet, using the downtime to regroup and strategize. Little did they know, disaster was lurking—not under the cover of night, but in the unassuming light of day.
Uncle Buck, the town’s beloved doctor and all-around problem solver, was in his workshop, tinkering with odds and ends while taking a break from his usual rounds of patching up citizens and calming frazzled nerves. Around his neck dangled the Flubber, its bright green glow pulsing faintly in the morning sun.
Buck had been skeptical about the amulet’s “protective” powers when it had been entrusted to him. “Looks like somethin’ outta one of those science-fiction movies the kids are always yammerin’ about,” he muttered, giving it a little tap. But, as always, Buck was willing to give it a shot.
Unfortunately, today, Flubber had other plans.
Without warning, the amulet began to vibrate, its glow intensifying to an alarming brightness. Buck, ever the pragmatist, leaned in closer. “Well, that can’t be good,” he mumbled. Before he could react, the amulet let out a shrill whine and exploded in a spectacular burst of green goo, sparks, and rubbery chaos.
The explosion sent tools flying, knocked over a jar of sugar Buck had been snacking from, and turned his workshop into a sticky, bouncing madhouse. The citizens, drawn by the sound, arrived just in time to see a frying pan soar through a now-shattered window, landing unceremoniously on the lawn.
As the crowd cautiously entered the goo-coated scene, they found no sign of movement—only a green-slimed hat sitting atop a pile of debris. It didn’t take long for the devastating realization to set in.
thewizardmelon (Uncle Buck), the town’s beloved Doctor, had been tragically and absurdly taken out by the very thing meant to protect him, ironic, like rain on your wedding day.
No one laughed. Well... maybe a few people chuckled.
Gralin
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what time does he ****ing get up again?
CursingFijian
Knight of the Square Table
Raz
Aspergers Rules!
Raz
Aspergers Rules!
And weekend so no access to spreadsheets . Lol
Dingster
TheBrownDog
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing Wiz does is tragic
Everything he do just turns me on
Even though my life before was magic
Now I know my life goes on
RIPieces thewizardmelon
Dingster
TheBrownDog
Dingster
TheBrownDog
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