Night 5 Lynch Results:
Your mod has real person responsibilities today, and is going to whip through the write-up. Apologies. It was a bit of a brutal night, though, so here we go.
First, let's hear a little story about JJ's encounter with the cute little creatures of mother nature:
In the distance, JJ sees a small, furry, white creature.
"Oh how CUTE! An arctic hare! Here bun bun!" she calls, running over to it. Her dog team stands perplexed, all thinking the same thing: Aren't we here to race?
"So cute and fluffy! Oooh! It's so fluffy!!!"
Unfortunately, this particular laprine was a long-lost cousin of the terrible rabbit of Caerbannog. It has waited long for this moment, wanting to avenge its cousin who met his end at the hands of a bunch of keniggits. With a squeal of revenge, the rabbit attaches itself to her neck. Before long, JJ sinks to the ground, still mumbling:
"Fluffy.....so...fluffy...."
JJ dies, surrounded by a whole crap-ton of red snow.
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Second, the FH Rule. This mod was all set to implement it to take out the very player for which it's named, when lo in his PM-box came this little nighttime object: lighter fluid.
Yes, that's right, one of our players decided to do some torching. She doused FH in lighter fluid while FH slept at night, and tossed on a match. Her goal?
Race officials discover nothing more than the charred remains.
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Third, the veritable clusterf*ck that took place around BT's camp last night. This mod has no clue why people have it in for BeeTeezer, but she's been steadfastly defending herself all game and last night ... well ... let's just give you the sequence.
First, BT tried to build a tree fort to hide in. We've no idea what kind of mac daddy sled BT is driving, but it appears to come complete with a Home Depot's worth of lumber on it because she's built an entire village worth of things this game.
Anyway, somebody sabotaged that effort and the tree fort came tumbling down.
No worries, because yet another player supplied BT with some molasses to spread around the perimeter and slow down any attack.
That's great, except that someone ELSE spiked BT's food with some shrooms, leaving BT in no mental condition to correctly implement what is going to be called the "The Great New Year's Eve Molasses Defense."
And so, BT was vulnerable to the golf ball that a fourth player swacked her in the head with, knocking her senseless.
Even that wouldn't have killed her, though, except for the final attack, which came from an evil musher who stood over BT's helpless body, laughed, and plunged an ice pick through her skull. Ouch.
BT, the ultimate defensive player, has finally been overcome.
The 13 mushers remaining....
Cohort 1
Devyn (16) - a kind-hearted musher able to patch up dogs on the trail
Kaydubs (14)
dyachei (12)
wildcatj (15) - a musher and all-around decent person
Cohort 2
bold text (16) - a musher who steadfastly got her PMs in on time
orcagirl (15)
SOV (15) - a musher who just wanted to help everyone out
nohika (16) - a hard working musher
FH (15) - the inactive musher
Cohort 3
equineconstant (10)
vetgirl4eva (13)
hedgiehog (15)
JamrOckin (16) - an evil musher
Cohort 4
wldlfstdnt (15)
Abney (15)
Cohort 5
Trematode (16) - the annoying musher
JJ (14) - a rabbit-loving musher
FFM (13)
Nyanko (14)
Cohort 6
WTF (8)
Swingnsave (10)
Cuitlamiztli (11)
wolfspeaker (16) - an evil musher
PetPony (14) - a hard-working musher
Lynch will end at noon today.[/QUOTE]