MM6: Sherlock Mafia {THE FINAL PROBLEM}

#901

Disappointed that the image for this Host Post was not naked Irene Adler.

Shame on you.

#902

DharmaHelper wrote:Disappointed that the image for this Host Post was not naked Irene Adler.

Shame on you.

#903

Snow Dog wrote:
DharmaHelper wrote:Disappointed that the image for this Host Post was not naked Irene Adler.

Shame on you.

#904

Don't forget to check your backseat before driving home tonight.

#905

It’s gonna start very soon: the fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.

JOHN (into phone): Not Guilty. They found him Not Guilty. No defence, and Moriarty’s walked free.
(Sherlock lowers his phone.)
JOHN (into phone): Sherlock. Are you listening? He’s out. You-you know he’ll be coming after you. Sher...
(Sherlock switches the phone off and gets up off the sofa. In the kitchen he switches on the kettle and slams down a small tray beside it, putting a jug of milk, a sugar bowl, a teapot and two cups and saucers with teaspoons onto the tray. The kettle comes to the boil and switches off and Sherlock, now wearing a jacket in place of the dressing gown, makes the tea and takes the tray to the table beside John’s chair, then walks over to his own chair and picks up his violin and bow. As he begins to play Bach’s Sonata No. 1 in G minor, downstairs the front door is expertly lockpicked and pushed open. Jim’s easily-recognisable shadow precedes him as he slowly walks along the hall and up the stairs. Partway up, one of the stairs creaks noisily and Jim pauses for a moment, as does Sherlock’s playing. A couple of seconds later Sherlock resumes from a few notes before where he stopped and Jim starts to climb the stairs again. Sherlock, standing with his back to the living room door, keeps playing until Jim pushes open the door, then he stops but doesn’t yet turn around.)
SHERLOCK: Most people knock. (He shrugs.) But then you’re not most people, I suppose.
(He gestures over his shoulder with his bow towards the table.)
SHERLOCK: Kettle’s just boiled.
(Jim walks further into the room and bends to pick up an apple from the bowl on the coffee table.)
JIM: Johann Sebastian would be appalled.
(Tossing the apple and catching it [in an Arthur Shappey-like attempt to be really happy for a brief moment], he looks around the living room as if searching for a seat.)
JIM: May I?
SHERLOCK (turning to face him): Please.
(He gestures with the end of his bow towards John’s chair. Jim immediately walks over to Sherlock’s chair and sits in that one instead. Sherlock looks slightly unnerved. Jim takes out a small penknife and starts to cut into the apple as Sherlock puts down the violin and begins to pour tea into the cups.)
JIM: You know when he was on his death bed, Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end ...
SHERLOCK: ... and the dying man jumped out of his bed, ran straight to the piano and finished it.
JIM: Couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
SHERLOCK: Neither can you. That’s why you’ve come.
JIM: But be honest: you’re just a tiny bit pleased.
SHERLOCK: What, with the verdict?
(He picks up one of the teacups, adds a splash of milk and turns and offers the cup to Jim, who sits up straighter and takes it.)
JIM: With me ... (softly) ... back on the streets. (He gazes up into Sherlock’s eyes, smiling.) Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain.
(He grins. Sherlock turns away and adds milk to his own cup.)
JIM: You need me, or you’re nothing. Because we’re just alike, you and I – except you’re boring.
(He shakes his head in disappointment.)
JIM: You’re on the side of the angels.
(He sips his tea as Sherlock picks up his own cup and stirs his drink.)
SHERLOCK: Got to the jury, of course.
JIM: I got into the Tower of London; you think I can’t worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?
SHERLOCK: Cable network.
(Flashback to the foreman of the jury in her hotel room sitting on the side of the bed and looking at her TV screen.)
JIM (voiceover): Every hotel bedroom has a personalised TV screen ...
(Close-up of the TV screen showing the Westhampton Hotel’s Information Service. At the top of the page the message reads “Hello Ms Williams”. The information underneath instantly changes to a photograph of two young children and a baby. A message in red above the photograph reads, “IF YOU WANT YOUR BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN TO STAY BEAUTIFUL THEN FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS”)
JIM (voiceover): ... and every person has their pressure point; someone that they want to protect from harm.
(The foreman stares at the TV screen in horror. At 221B, Jim lifts his teacup to his mouth again.)
JIM (softly): Easy-peasy.
(By now Sherlock has unbuttoned his jacket and sat down in John’s chair. In a perhaps unconscious mimicking of the man seated opposite him, he too has his cup lifted close to his mouth.)
SHERLOCK: So how’re you going to do it ...
(He pointedly blows gently on his tea.)
SHERLOCK: ... burn me?
JIM (softly): Oh, that’s the problem – the final problem. Have you worked out what it is yet?
(Sherlock has taken a sip of his tea and looks across his cup to the other man.)
JIM: What’s the final problem?
(He smiles across his own cup.)
JIM: I did tell you ... (sing-song but still softly) ... but did you listen?
(He takes another sip of tea and then puts the cup down into the saucer. Putting his hand onto his knee, he starts idly drumming his fingers. Sherlock’s eyes lower to watch the movement.)
JIM (still drumming his fingers): How hard do you find it, having to say “I don’t know”?
(Sherlock puts his cup into its saucer and shrugs.)
SHERLOCK (nonchalantly): I dunno.
JIM: Oh, that’s clever; that’s very clever; awfully clever.
(He chuckles in an upper class tone as Sherlock smiles humourlessly while putting his cup back onto the tray.)
JIM: Speaking of clever, have you told your little friends yet?
SHERLOCK: Told them what?
JIM: Why I broke into all those places and never took anything.
SHERLOCK: No.
JIM: But you understand.
SHERLOCK: Obviously.
JIM: Off you go, then.
(He has carved a piece off his apple and puts it into his mouth with the flat of his penknife.)
SHERLOCK: You want me to tell you what you already know?
JIM: No; I want you to prove that you know it.
SHERLOCK: You didn’t take anything because you don’t need to.
JIM (softly): Good.
SHERLOCK: You’ll never need to take anything ever again.
JIM: Very good. Because ...?
SHERLOCK: Because nothing ... nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three.
JIM: I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now – they’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy – I own secrecy. Nuclear codes – I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me in a crown.
(He smiles in delight at Sherlock.)
SHERLOCK: You were advertising all the way through the trial. You were showing the world what you can do.
JIM: And you were helping. Big client list: rogue governments, intelligence communities ... terrorist cells. They all want me.
(He lifts another piece of apple to his mouth with the penknife.)
JIM: Suddenly, I’m Mr. Sex.
SHERLOCK: If you could break any bank, what do you care about the highest bidder?
JIM: I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. “Daddy loves me the best!” Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well, you know: you’ve got John. I should get myself a live-in one.
SHERLOCK: Why are you doing all of this?
JIM (still thinking about having a live-in ordinary person): It’d be so funny.
SHERLOCK: You don’t want money or power – not really.
(Jim digs the point of his penknife into the apple.)
SHERLOCK: What is it all for?
JIM (sitting forward and speaking softly): I want to solve the problem – our problem; the final problem.
(He lowers his head.)
JIM: It’s gonna start very soon, Sherlock: the fall.
(In a cut-away moment, he raises his head and whistles a slowly descending note as he gradually looks down towards the floor.)
JIM: But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.
(In the cut-away, his gaze reaches the floor and he makes the sound of something thudding to the ground. Raising his head slowly, he glowers across at Sherlock, who bares his teeth slightly and then stands and buttons his jacket.)
SHERLOCK: Never liked riddles.
(Jim stands as well and straightens his jacket, locking his gaze onto Sherlock’s eyes.)
JIM: Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I ... owe ... you.
(He continues to gaze at Sherlock for about six seconds, sealing his promise, then slowly turns and walks away. Sherlock doesn’t move as Jim leaves the room, but after a while he moves towards the apple which Jim left on the arm of his chair with the penknife still stuck in it. He picks it up by the knife handle and looks at it. Jim has dug a large circular piece out of the apple, and on the left of the circle he has carved an “I” shape while on the right of the circle is a “U” shape, forming the letters “I O U”. Sherlock’s mouth twitches into the beginning of a smile.)

Hedgeowl has been eliminated from the game. (S)He was Irene Adler. Elochin was eliminated from the game. She was Dr. Bob Frankland. Jigsaw was modkilled for inactivity. He was Sally Dovovan. It is now Phase 2.

#906

Welcome to Phase 2.
*incredibly necessary to read*

This game was designed so that alliances and groups would naturally form. Phase 2 destroys all of that. It is designed to break all of those cliques, to allow the little guy to have as much of a chance as the leader of the predominant alliance. This is going to be radically different then anything you have seen in the game of mafia. And no, I'm not exaggerating when I say that.

HOW THINGS STAND NOW

Currently 3 teams are still intact. Dharmahelper/Molly and Bullzeye/Lestrade. Snow Dog/Moriarty and A Person/Kitty. Finally, Vompatti/Henry and Mongoose/Golem. 3 individuals are also still left in the game. Epignosis/Sherlock, Lizzy/Mrs. Hudson, and Matt F/The Cabby.

GOODBYE ROLES

You know that nice role power that you have? That's gone now. Everyone is powerless. Anything you haven't already used is gone. No items. I'm being serious.

DAY

Days will proceed as normal, but, the person with the most votes will be eliminated. No court.

NIGHT

This is where things get really crazy. Every night will introduce a major twist to the game. I don't mean something tiny, like a double elimination, or something weak like that. I'm talking about rule-altering, plan-destroying insane twists. On a nightly basis.

It is now Day 8. Nothing is going to be the same again.

#907

TWIST #1

Instead of names, everyone is being represented by a number. These numbers are randomly chosen. Everyone only knows what number they have. You can, of course, lie about what number you have.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!

For the rest of the day, only me and one other account can post in this thread. That other account is called I.O.U., I'm still waiting for MP to approve it. The password is ioweyou . Feel free to log in and post to your heart's content. You can even say who you are when you post. Or you could lie. ANY POSTS THAT ARE NOT BY MYSELF OR THE I.O.U. ACCOUNT WILL BE DELETED.

#908

The I.O.U. account is up.

dodo · #909

First.

dodo · #910

Hey guys, this is Matt F. INH, I've recently had a death in the family, and I will not be able to continue. I know it might be hard for you to replace me, maybe Elo would like to come back into the game, if so, go for it. Sorry dude, great game, thanks everyone, it's been fun.

dodo · #911

I'm so sorry Matt F. Peace and love to you.

As for the rest of this, very interesting.

dodo · #912

Well crap on a cronut, that's a game-changer. Hopefully we can all get our bearings soon.

Love,
Mongoose (obviously)

PS - Sorry to hear that Matt F. Big <3 to you and yours.

dodo · #913

I have good reason to believe the I.O.U. account is a trap. I would strongly advise against using it if you want to stay in the game.

dodo · #914

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dodo · #915

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dodo · #916

dodo · #917

Now the gods were sitting with Jove in council upon the golden floor while Hebe went round pouring out nectar for them to drink, and as they pledged one another in their cups of gold they looked down upon the town of Troy. The son of Saturn then began to tease Juno, talking at her so as to provoke her. "Menelaus," said he, "has two good friends among the goddesses, Juno of Argos, and Minerva of Alalcomene, but they only sit still and look on, while Venus keeps ever by Alexandrus' side to defend him in any danger; indeed she has just rescued him when he made sure that it was all over with him- for the victory really did lie with Menelaus. We must consider what we shall do about all this; shall we set them fighting anew or make peace between them? If you will agree to this last Menelaus can take back Helen and the city of Priam may remain still inhabited."

Minerva and Juno muttered their discontent as they sat side by side hatching mischief for the Trojans. Minerva scowled at her father, for she was in a furious passion with him, and said nothing, but Juno could not contain herself. "Dread son of Saturn," said she, "what, pray, is the meaning of all this? Is my trouble, then, to go for nothing, and the sweat that I have sweated, to say nothing of my horses, while getting the people together against Priam and his children? Do as you will, but we other gods shall not all of us approve your counsel."

Jove was angry and answered, "My dear, what harm have Priam and his sons done you that you are so hotly bent on sacking the city of Ilius? Will nothing do for you but you must within their walls and eat Priam raw, with his sons and all the other Trojans to boot? Have it your own way then; for I would not have this matter become a bone of contention between us. I say further, and lay my saying to your heart, if ever I want to sack a city belonging to friends of yours, you must not try to stop me; you will have to let me do it, for I am giving in to you sorely against my will. Of all inhabited cities under the sun and stars of heaven, there was none that I so much respected as Ilius with Priam and his whole people. Equitable feasts were never wanting about my altar, nor the savour of burning fat, which is honour due to ourselves."

"My own three favourite cities," answered Juno, "are Argos, Sparta, and Mycenae. Sack them whenever you may be displeased with them. I shall not defend them and I shall not care. Even if I did, and tried to stay you, I should take nothing by it, for you are much stronger than I am, but I will not have my own work wasted. I too am a god and of the same race with yourself. I am Saturn's eldest daughter, and am honourable not on this ground only, but also because I am your wife, and you are king over the gods. Let it be a case, then, of give-and-take between us, and the rest of the gods will follow our lead. Tell Minerva to go and take part in the fight at once, and let her contrive that the Trojans shall be the first to break their oaths and set upon the Achaeans."

The sire of gods and men heeded her words, and said to Minerva, "Go at once into the Trojan and Achaean hosts, and contrive that the Trojans shall be the first to break their oaths and set upon the Achaeans."

This was what Minerva was already eager to do, so down she darted from the topmost summits of Olympus. She shot through the sky as some brilliant meteor which the son of scheming Saturn has sent as a sign to mariners or to some great army, and a fiery train of light follows in its wake. The Trojans and Achaeans were struck with awe as they beheld, and one would turn to his neighbour, saying, "Either we shall again have war and din of combat, or Jove the lord of battle will now make peace between us."

Thus did they converse. Then Minerva took the form of Laodocus, son of Antenor, and went through the ranks of the Trojans to find Pandarus, the redoubtable son of Lycaon. She found him standing among the stalwart heroes who had followed him from the banks of the Aesopus, so she went close up to him and said, "Brave son of Lycaon, will you do as I tell you? If you dare send an arrow at Menelaus you will win honour and thanks from all the Trojans, and especially from prince Alexandrus- he would be the first to requite you very handsomely if he could see Menelaus mount his funeral pyre, slain by an arrow from your hand. Take your home aim then, and pray to Lycian Apollo, the famous archer; vow that when you get home to your strong city of Zelea you will offer a hecatomb of firstling lambs in his honour."

His fool's heart was persuaded, and he took his bow from its case. This bow was made from the horns of a wild ibex which he had killed as it was bounding from a rock; he had stalked it, and it had fallen as the arrow struck it to the heart. Its horns were sixteen palms long, and a worker in horn had made them into a bow, smoothing them well down, and giving them tips of gold. When Pandarus had strung his bow he laid it carefully on the ground, and his brave followers held their shields before him lest the Achaeans should set upon him before he had shot Menelaus. Then he opened the lid of his quiver and took out a winged arrow that had yet been shot, fraught with the pangs of death. He laid the arrow on the string and prayed to Lycian Apollo, the famous archer, vowing that when he got home to his strong city of Zelea he would offer a hecatomb of firstling lambs in his honour. He laid the notch of the arrow on the oxhide bowstring, and drew both notch and string to his breast till the arrow-head was near the bow; then when the bow was arched into a half-circle he let fly, and the bow twanged, and the string sang as the arrow flew gladly on over the heads of the throng.

But the blessed gods did not forget thee, O Menelaus, and Jove's daughter, driver of the spoil, was the first to stand before thee and ward off the piercing arrow. She turned it from his skin as a mother whisks a fly from off her child when it is sleeping sweetly; she guided it to the part where the golden buckles of the belt that passed over his double cuirass were fastened, so the arrow struck the belt that went tightly round him. It went right through this and through the cuirass of cunning workmanship; it also pierced the belt beneath it, which he wore next his skin to keep out darts or arrows; it was this that served him in the best stead, nevertheless the arrow went through it and grazed the top of the skin, so that blood began flowing from the wound.

As when some woman of Meonia or Caria strains purple dye on to a piece of ivory that is to be the cheek-piece of a horse, and is to be laid up in a treasure house- many a knight is fain to bear it, but the king keeps it as an ornament of which both horse and driver may be proud- even so, O Menelaus, were your shapely thighs and your legs down to your fair ancles stained with blood.

When King Agamemnon saw the blood flowing from the wound he was afraid, and so was brave Menelaus himself till he saw that the barbs of the arrow and the thread that bound the arrow-head to the shaft were still outside the wound. Then he took heart, but Agamemnon heaved a deep sigh as he held Menelaus's hand in his own, and his comrades made moan in concert. "Dear brother, "he cried, "I have been the death of you in pledging this covenant and letting you come forward as our champion. The Trojans have trampled on their oaths and have wounded you; nevertheless the oath, the blood of lambs, the drink-offerings and the right hands of fellowship in which have put our trust shall not be vain. If he that rules Olympus fulfil it not here and now, he. will yet fulfil it hereafter, and they shall pay dearly with their lives and with their wives and children. The day will surely come when mighty Ilius shall be laid low, with Priam and Priam's people, when the son of Saturn from his high throne shall overshadow them with his awful aegis in punishment of their present treachery. This shall surely be; but how, Menelaus, shall I mourn you, if it be your lot now to die? I should return to Argos as a by-word, for the Achaeans will at once go home. We shall leave Priam and the Trojans the glory of still keeping Helen, and the earth will rot your bones as you lie here at Troy with your purpose not fulfilled. Then shall some braggart Trojan leap upon your tomb and say, 'Ever thus may Agamemnon wreak his vengeance; he brought his army in vain; he is gone home to his own land with empty ships, and has left Menelaus behind him.' Thus will one of them say, and may the earth then swallow me."

But Menelaus reassured him and said, "Take heart, and do not alarm the people; the arrow has not struck me in a mortal part, for my outer belt of burnished metal first stayed it, and under this my cuirass and the belt of mail which the bronze-smiths made me."

And Agamemnon answered, "I trust, dear Menelaus, that it may be even so, but the surgeon shall examine your wound and lay herbs upon it to relieve your pain."

He then said to Talthybius, "Talthybius, tell Machaon, son to the great physician, Aesculapius, to come and see Menelaus immediately. Some Trojan or Lycian archer has wounded him with an arrow to our dismay, and to his own great glory."

Talthybius did as he was told, and went about the host trying to find Machaon. Presently he found standing amid the brave warriors who had followed him from Tricca; thereon he went up to him and said, "Son of Aesculapius, King Agamemnon says you are to come and see Menelaus immediately. Some Trojan or Lycian archer has wounded him with an arrow to our dismay and to his own great glory."

Thus did he speak, and Machaon was moved to go. They passed through the spreading host of the Achaeans and went on till they came to the place where Menelaus had been wounded and was lying with the chieftains gathered in a circle round him. Machaon passed into the middle of the ring and at once drew the arrow from the belt, bending its barbs back through the force with which he pulled it out. He undid the burnished belt, and beneath this the cuirass and the belt of mail which the bronze-smiths had made; then, when he had seen the wound, he wiped away the blood and applied some soothing drugs which Chiron had given to Aesculapius out of the good will he bore him.

While they were thus busy about Menelaus, the Trojans came forward against them, for they had put on their armour, and now renewed the fight.

You would not have then found Agamemnon asleep nor cowardly and unwilling to fight, but eager rather for the fray. He left his chariot rich with bronze and his panting steeds in charge of Eurymedon, son of Ptolemaeus the son of Peiraeus, and bade him hold them in readiness against the time his limbs should weary of going about and giving orders to so many, for he went among the ranks on foot. When he saw men hasting to the front he stood by them and cheered them on. "Argives," said he, "slacken not one whit in your onset; father Jove will be no helper of liars; the Trojans have been the first to break their oaths and to attack us; therefore they shall be devoured of vultures; we shall take their city and carry off their wives and children in our ships."

But he angrily rebuked those whom he saw shirking and disinclined to fight. "Argives," he cried, "cowardly miserable creatures, have you no shame to stand here like frightened fawns who, when they can no longer scud over the plain, huddle together, but show no fight? You are as dazed and spiritless as deer. Would you wait till the Trojans reach the sterns of our ships as they lie on the shore, to see, whether the son of Saturn will hold his hand over you to protect you?"

Thus did he go about giving his orders among the ranks. Passing through the crowd, he came presently on the Cretans, arming round Idomeneus, who was at their head, fierce as a wild boar, while Meriones was bringing up the battalions that were in the rear. Agamemnon was glad when he saw him, and spoke him fairly. "Idomeneus," said he, "I treat you with greater distinction than I do any others of the Achaeans, whether in war or in other things, or at table. When the princes are mixing my choicest wines in the mixing-bowls, they have each of them a fixed allowance, but your cup is kept always full like my own, that you may drink whenever you are minded. Go, therefore, into battle, and show yourself the man you have been always proud to be."

Idomeneus answered, "I will be a trusty comrade, as I promised you from the first I would be. Urge on the other Achaeans, that we may join battle at once, for the Trojans have trampled upon their covenants. Death and destruction shall be theirs, seeing they have been the first to break their oaths and to attack us."

The son of Atreus went on, glad at heart, till he came upon the two Ajaxes arming themselves amid a host of foot-soldiers. As when a goat-herd from some high post watches a storm drive over the deep before the west wind- black as pitch is the offing and a mighty whirlwind draws towards him, so that he is afraid and drives his flock into a cave- even thus did the ranks of stalwart youths move in a dark mass to battle under the Ajaxes, horrid with shield and spear. Glad was King Agamemnon when he saw them. "No need," he cried, "to give orders to such leaders of the Argives as you are, for of your own selves you spur your men on to fight with might and main. Would, by father Jove, Minerva, and Apollo that all were so minded as you are, for the city of Priam would then soon fall beneath our hands, and we should sack it."

With this he left them and went onward to Nestor, the facile speaker of the Pylians, who was marshalling his men and urging them on, in company with Pelagon, Alastor, Chromius, Haemon, and Bias shepherd of his people. He placed his knights with their chariots and horses in the front rank, while the foot-soldiers, brave men and many, whom he could trust, were in the rear. The cowards he drove into the middle, that they might fight whether they would or no. He gave his orders to the knights first, bidding them hold their horses well in hand, so as to avoid confusion. "Let no man," he said, "relying on his strength or horsemanship, get before the others and engage singly with the Trojans, nor yet let him lag behind or you will weaken your attack; but let each when he meets an enemy's chariot throw his spear from his own; this be much the best; this is how the men of old took towns and strongholds; in this wise were they minded."

Thus did the old man charge them, for he had been in many a fight, and King Agamemnon was glad. "I wish," he said to him, that your limbs were as supple and your strength as sure as your judgment is; but age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young."

And Nestor, knight of Gerene, answered, "Son of Atreus, I too would gladly be the man I was when I slew mighty Ereuthalion; but the gods will not give us everything at one and the same time. I was then young, and now I am old; still I can go with my knights and give them that counsel which old men have a right to give. The wielding of the spear I leave to those who are younger and stronger than myself."

Agamemnon went his way rejoicing, and presently found Menestheus, son of Peteos, tarrying in his place, and with him were the Athenians loud of tongue in battle. Near him also tarried cunning Ulysses, with his sturdy Cephallenians round him; they had not yet heard the battle-cry, for the ranks of Trojans and Achaeans had only just begun to move, so they were standing still, waiting for some other columns of the Achaeans to attack the Trojans and begin the fighting. When he saw this Agamemnon rebuked them and said, "Son of Peteos, and you other, steeped in cunning, heart of guile, why stand you here cowering and waiting on others? You two should be of all men foremost when there is hard fighting to be done, for you are ever foremost to accept my invitation when we councillors of the Achaeans are holding feast. You are glad enough then to take your fill of roast meats and to drink wine as long as you please, whereas now you would not care though you saw ten columns of Achaeans engage the enemy in front of you."

Ulysses glared at him and answered, "Son of Atreus, what are you talking about? How can you say that we are slack? When the Achaeans are in full fight with the Trojans, you shall see, if you care to do so, that the father of Telemachus will join battle with the foremost of them. You are talking idly."

When Agamemnon saw that Ulysses was angry, he smiled pleasantly at him and withdrew his words. "Ulysses," said he, "noble son of Laertes, excellent in all good counsel, I have neither fault to find nor orders to give you, for I know your heart is right, and that you and I are of a mind. Enough; I will make you amends for what I have said, and if any ill has now been spoken may the gods bring it to nothing."

He then left them and went on to others. Presently he saw the son of Tydeus, noble Diomed, standing by his chariot and horses, with Sthenelus the son of Capaneus beside him; whereon he began to upbraid him. "Son of Tydeus," he said, "why stand you cowering here upon the brink of battle? Tydeus did not shrink thus, but was ever ahead of his men when leading them on against the foe- so, at least, say they that saw him in battle, for I never set eyes upon him myself. They say that there was no man like him. He came once to Mycenae, not as an enemy but as a guest, in company with Polynices to recruit his forces, for they were levying war against the strong city of Thebes, and prayed our people for a body of picked men to help them. The men of Mycenae were willing to let them have one, but Jove dissuaded them by showing them unfavourable omens. Tydeus, therefore, and Polynices went their way. When they had got as far the deep-meadowed and rush-grown banks of the Aesopus, the Achaeans sent Tydeus as their envoy, and he found the Cadmeans gathered in great numbers to a banquet in the house of Eteocles. Stranger though he was, he knew no fear on finding himself single-handed among so many, but challenged them to contests of all kinds, and in each one of them was at once victorious, so mightily did Minerva help him. The Cadmeans were incensed at his success, and set a force of fifty youths with two captains- the godlike hero Maeon, son of Haemon, and Polyphontes, son of Autophonus- at their head, to lie in wait for him on his return journey; but Tydeus slew every man of them, save only Maeon, whom he let go in obedience to heaven's omens. Such was Tydeus of Aetolia. His son can talk more glibly, but he cannot fight as his father did."

Diomed made no answer, for he was shamed by the rebuke of Agamemnon; but the son of Capaneus took up his words and said, "Son of Atreus, tell no lies, for you can speak truth if you will. We boast ourselves as even better men than our fathers; we took seven-gated Thebes, though the wall was stronger and our men were fewer in number, for we trusted in the omens of the gods and in the help of Jove, whereas they perished through their own sheer folly; hold not, then, our fathers in like honour with us."

Diomed looked sternly at him and said, "Hold your peace, my friend, as I bid you. It is not amiss that Agamemnon should urge the Achaeans forward, for the glory will be his if we take the city, and his the shame if we are vanquished. Therefore let us acquit ourselves with valour."

As he spoke he sprang from his chariot, and his armour rang so fiercely about his body that even a brave man might well have been scared to hear it.

As when some mighty wave that thunders on the beach when the west wind has lashed it into fury- it has reared its head afar and now comes crashing down on the shore; it bows its arching crest high over the jagged rocks and spews its salt foam in all directions- even so did the serried phalanxes of the Danaans march steadfastly to battle. The chiefs gave orders each to his own people, but the men said never a word; no man would think it, for huge as the host was, it seemed as though there was not a tongue among them, so silent were they in their obedience; and as they marched the armour about their bodies glistened in the sun. But the clamour of the Trojan ranks was as that of many thousand ewes that stand waiting to be milked in the yards of some rich flockmaster, and bleat incessantly in answer to the bleating of their lambs; for they had not one speech nor language, but their tongues were diverse, and they came from many different places. These were inspired of Mars, but the others by Minerva- and with them came Panic, Rout, and Strife whose fury never tires, sister and friend of murderous Mars, who, from being at first but low in stature, grows till she uprears her head to heaven, though her feet are still on earth. She it was that went about among them and flung down discord to the waxing of sorrow with even hand between them.

When they were got together in one place shield clashed with shield and spear with spear in the rage of battle. The bossed shields beat one upon another, and there was a tramp as of a great multitude- death-cry and shout of triumph of slain and slayers, and the earth ran red with blood. As torrents swollen with rain course madly down their deep channels till the angry floods meet in some gorge, and the shepherd the hillside hears their roaring from afar- even such was the toil and uproar of the hosts as they joined in battle.

First Antilochus slew an armed warrior of the Trojans, Echepolus, son of Thalysius, fighting in the foremost ranks. He struck at the projecting part of his helmet and drove the spear into his brow; the point of bronze pierced the bone, and darkness veiled his eyes; headlong as a tower he fell amid the press of the fight, and as he dropped King Elephenor, son of Chalcodon and captain of the proud Abantes began dragging him out of reach of the darts that were falling around him, in haste to strip him of his armour. But his purpose was not for long; Agenor saw him haling the body away, and smote him in the side with his bronze-shod spear- for as he stooped his side was left unprotected by his shield- and thus he perished. Then the fight between Trojans and Achaeans grew furious over his body, and they flew upon each other like wolves, man and man crushing one upon the other.

Forthwith Ajax, son of Telamon, slew the fair youth Simoeisius, son of Anthemion, whom his mother bore by the banks of the Simois, as she was coming down from Mt. Ida, where she had been with her parents to see their flocks. Therefore he was named Simoeisius, but he did not live to pay his parents for his rearing, for he was cut off untimely by the spear of mighty Ajax, who struck him in the breast by the right nipple as he was coming on among the foremost fighters; the spear went right through his shoulder, and he fell as a poplar that has grown straight and tall in a meadow by some mere, and its top is thick with branches. Then the wheelwright lays his axe to its roots that he may fashion a felloe for the wheel of some goodly chariot, and it lies seasoning by the waterside. In such wise did Ajax fell to earth Simoeisius, son of Anthemion. Thereon Antiphus of the gleaming corslet, son of Priam, hurled a spear at Ajax from amid the crowd and missed him, but he hit Leucus, the brave comrade of Ulysses, in the groin, as he was dragging the body of Simoeisius over to the other side; so he fell upon the body and loosed his hold upon it. Ulysses was furious when he saw Leucus slain, and strode in full armour through the front ranks till he was quite close; then he glared round about him and took aim, and the Trojans fell back as he did so. His dart was not sped in vain, for it struck Democoon, the bastard son of Priam, who had come to him from Abydos, where he had charge of his father's mares. Ulysses, infuriated by the death of his comrade, hit him with his spear on one temple, and the bronze point came through on the other side of his forehead. Thereon darkness veiled his eyes, and his armour rang rattling round him as he fell heavily to the ground. Hector, and they that were in front, then gave round while the Argives raised a shout and drew off the dead, pressing further forward as they did so. But Apollo looked down from Pergamus and called aloud to the Trojans, for he was displeased. "Trojans," he cried, "rush on the foe, and do not let yourselves be thus beaten by the Argives. Their skins are not stone nor iron that when hit them you do them no harm. Moreover, Achilles, the son of lovely Thetis, is not fighting, but is nursing his anger at the ships."

Thus spoke the mighty god, crying to them from the city, while Jove's redoubtable daughter, the Trito-born, went about among the host of the Achaeans, and urged them forward whenever she beheld them slackening.

Then fate fell upon Diores, son of Amarynceus, for he was struck by a jagged stone near the ancle of his right leg. He that hurled it was Peirous, son of Imbrasus, captain of the Thracians, who had come from Aenus; the bones and both the tendons were crushed by the pitiless stone. He fell to the ground on his back, and in his death throes stretched out his hands towards his comrades. But Peirous, who had wounded him, sprang on him and thrust a spear into his belly, so that his bowels came gushing out upon the ground, and darkness veiled his eyes. As he was leaving the body, Thoas of Aetolia struck him in the chest near the nipple, and the point fixed itself in his lungs. Thoas came close up to him, pulled the spear out of his chest, and then drawing his sword, smote him in the middle of the belly so that he died; but he did not strip him of his armour, for his Thracian comrades, men who wear their hair in a tuft at the top of their heads, stood round the body and kept him off with their long spears for all his great stature and valour; so he was driven back. Thus the two corpses lay stretched on earth near to one another, the one captain of the Thracians and the other of the Epeans; and many another fell round them.

And now no man would have made light of the fighting if he could have gone about among it scatheless and unwounded, with Minerva leading him by the hand, and protecting him from the storm of spears and arrows. For many Trojans and Achaeans on that day lay stretched side by side face downwards upon the earth.

dodo · #918

dodo · #919

bump

also, what wolf?

dodo · #920

dodo · #921

dodo · #922

I have yoga, brunch, and then singing telegram practice because I am very leery of missing another vote.

I picked 9 because I know it's not me. Hopefully it's not you either.

Cheers & Beers,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Mongoose

dodo · #923

I'm getting strong civvie vibes from number 6 (six).

dodo · #924

I.O.U. wrote:ASL

No....you're an ASL

dodo · #925

I.O.U. wrote:
I.O.U. wrote:ASL
No....you're an ASL

that's a bit disrespectful ok

dodo · #926

I.O.U. wrote:I'm getting strong civvie vibes from number 6 (six).

Thanks for the hint.

dodo · #927

I.O.U. wrote:
I.O.U. wrote:I'm getting strong civvie vibes from number 6 (six).
Thanks for the hint.

*votes 9*

dodo · #928

WHO
AM
I

#929

I.O.U. wrote:WHO
AM
I

I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.

#930

Night post may be a bit late.

#931

I’m moving?!

MYCROFT: Tradition, John. Our traditions define us.
JOHN: So total silence is traditional, is it? You can’t even say, “Pass the sugar.”
MYCROFT: Three-quarters of the diplomatic service and half the government front bench all sharing one tea trolley. It’s for the best, believe me.
(He smiles round at John but then his face becomes more grim as he walks towards a pair of armchairs in the middle of the room.)
MYCROFT: They don’t want a repeat of nineteen seventy-two. But we can talk in here.
(John walks to a small table and picks up a copy of “The Sun” which is lying on it. He brandishes it at Mycroft.)
JOHN: You read this stuff?
MYCROFT: Caught my eye.
JOHN (sitting down in one of the armchairs): Mmm-hmm.
MYCROFT: Saturday: they’re doing a big exposé.
(John reads the announcement at the top of the front page. The headline reads: “SHERLOCK: THE SHOCKING TRUTH” with the strapline “Close Friend Richard Brook Tells All”. The article reveals that it is an Exclusive from Kitty Riley and the text reads: “Super-sleuth Sherlock Holmes has today been exposed as a fraud in a revelation that will shock his new found base of adoring fans. // Out-of-work actor Richard Brook revealed exclusively to THE SUN that he was hired by Holmes in an elaborate deception to fool the British public into believing Holmes had above-average ‘detective skills’. // Brook, who has known Holmes for decades and until recently considered him to be a close friend, said he was at first desperate for the money, but later found he had no” [at which point the text just stops].)
JOHN: I’d love to know where she got her information.
MYCROFT: Someone called Brook. Recognise the name?
(John lowers the paper and shakes his head.)
JOHN: School friend, maybe?
(Mycroft laughs in a snide way.)
MYCROFT: Of Sherlock’s? (He chuckles again.) But that’s not why I asked you here.
(He walks to a side table and picks up several folders. Returning to John he gives him one of them. John opens the file and looks at the photograph on the top page.)
JOHN: Who’s that?
MYCROFT: Don’t know him?
JOHN: No.
MYCROFT: Never seen his face before?
JOHN (looking at the photo again): Umm ...
MYCROFT: He’s taken a flat in Baker Street, two doors down from you.
JOHN: Hmm! I was thinking of doing a drinks thing for the neighbours.
(He smiles sarcastically up at Mycroft who looks back at him straight-faced.)
MYCROFT: Not sure you’ll want to. (He nods towards the folder.) Sulejmani. Albanian hit squad. Expertly-trained killer living less than twenty feet from your front door.
JOHN: It’s a great location. Jubilee line’s handy.
MYCROFT: John ...
JOHN: What’s it got to do with me?
MYCROFT (walking over and giving him another of the files): Dyachenko, Ludmila.
(He sits down opposite John, who lets out a long tired groan as he opens the file and looks at the photograph inside before frowning a little.)
JOHN: Um, actually, I think I have seen her.
MYCROFT: Russian killer. She’s taken the flat opposite.
JOHN (now sounding a little nervous): Okay ... I’m sensing a pattern here.
MYCROFT (handing him the rest of the files): In fact, four top international assassins relocate to within spitting distance of two hundred and twenty-one B. Anything you care to share with me?
(Looking at the photographs of the other assassins, John chuckles, then looks up at Mycroft.)
JOHN: I’m moving?!
(Mycroft looks back at him unamused, then narrows his eyes.)
MYCROFT: It’s not hard to guess the common denominator, is it?
JOHN: You think this is Moriarty?
MYCROFT: He promised Sherlock he’d come back.
JOHN: If this was Moriarty, we’d be dead already.
MYCROFT: If not Moriarty, then who?
JOHN: Why don’t you talk to Sherlock if you’re so concerned about him?
(Mycroft looks away and toys with the glass on the table beside him. John rolls his eyes.)
JOHN: Oh God, don’t tell me.
MYCROFT: Too much history between us, John. Old scores; resentments.
JOHN: Nicked all his Smurfs? Broke his Action Man?
(Mycroft glowers at him. John can’t help but laugh, then pulls himself together and puts the files onto the table beside him.)
JOHN (in a whisper): Finished.
(He stands up and turns to leave the room.)
MYCROFT: We both know what’s coming, John.
(John stops and turns back, clearly now struggling to control his anger.)
MYCROFT: Moriarty is obsessed. He’s sworn to destroy his only rival.
JOHN (tightly): So you want me to watch out for your brother because he won’t accept your help.
MYCROFT: If it’s not too much trouble.

Matt F has been eliminated. He was the Cabby. This leaves 3 teams, and two individuals left. It is now Night 8.

#932

You may post on your own accounts.

#933

Matrix?

#934

DharmaHelper wrote:Matrix?

#935

I'm feeling blue.

#936

Frankly, challenges I don't have time for make me see red.

#937

Banzaaaaaaaaaaaaaai

#938

All fairytales need a good old-fashioned villain.

ST BARTHOLOMEW’S HOSPITAL. Molly Hooper walks along a corridor, pulling her coat on. Just as she reaches the fire doors at the end of the corridor, Sherlock and John walk through them.
SHERLOCK: Molly!
MOLLY: Oh, hello. I’m just going out.
SHERLOCK (putting his hands onto her shoulders and turning her back the way she just came): No you’re not.
MOLLY: I’ve got a lunch date.
SHERLOCK (putting a hand on her back to start her walking again): Cancel it. You’re having lunch with me.
(Reaching into his coat pockets, he dramatically produces a bag of Quavers crisps from each pocket.)
MOLLY: What?
SHERLOCK (putting the crisps back into his pockets): Need your help. It’s one of your old boyfriends – we’re trying to track him down. He’s been a bit naughty!
(Reaching the fire doors at the other end of the corridor, he turns and smiles back at Molly, who has stopped dead a few paces back. John also stops and stares at him.)
JOHN: It’s Moriarty?
SHERLOCK: Course it’s Moriarty.
MOLLY: Er, Jim actually wasn’t even my boyfriend. We went out three times. I ended it.
SHERLOCK: Yes, and then he stole the Crown Jewels, broke into the Bank of England and organised a prison break at Pentonville. For the sake of law and order, I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship, Molly.
(Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out and brandishes the Quavers at her again, then continues on through the fire door. She stares after him in utter bewilderment.)

Shortly afterwards, wearing her lab coat, she pushes her way through the door into Sherlock’s favourite lab weighed down by the huge pile of books and files she is carrying. As she staggers into the room, Sherlock is sitting at the bench in front of a microscope. John is standing at the other side of the bench.
SHERLOCK: Oil, John.
(He opens the plastic Petri dish and takes out one of the samples with tweezers.)
SHERLOCK: The oil in the kidnapper’s footprint – it’ll lead us to Moriarty.
(He drops the sample into a test tube which has some liquid in the bottom. The fluid begins to fizz. He suctions up some of the liquid and drops it onto a slide.)
SHERLOCK: All the chemical traces on his shoe have been preserved. The sole of the shoe is like a passport. If we’re lucky we can see everything that he’s been up to.
(He looks at the slide under the microscope. Time passes and we see brief extracts of the work that he and Molly are doing. She puts on latex gloves.)
SHERLOCK: I need that analysis.
(Molly squeezes some liquid into a glass dish and applies some Litmus paper to it. The paper turns blue.)
MOLLY: Alkaline.
SHERLOCK: Thank you, John.
MOLLY: Molly.
SHERLOCK: Yes.
(She turns away unhappily. Sherlock has found the first component in the mixture of items and makes a note of it:
1. Chalk
He takes another sample and dissolves it. The results reveal another item:
2. Asphalt
Dissolving another sample into a dish:
3. Brick Dust
And another sample dissolved and heated over a Bunsen burner:
4. Vegetation
Later, he has another sample on a slide and is looking at it in the microscope. He quietly murmurs to himself.)
SHERLOCK (softly): I ... owe ... you.
(He turns his head and looks at a computer screen nearby.)
SHERLOCK: Glycerol molecule.
(He sighs heavily as he struggles to identify the item, seeing it in his head as:
5. ?????
SHERLOCK: What are you?
(He looks into the microscope again as Molly stands beside him typing onto a laptop.)
MOLLY: What did you mean, “I owe you”?
(John walks across the lab on the other side of the bench. Sherlock raises his eyes from the microscope and watches him as he crosses the room.)
MOLLY: You said, “I owe you”. You were muttering it while you were working.
SHERLOCK (looking into the ’scope again): Nothing. Mental note.
(Molly looks at him.)
MOLLY: You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead.
(She closes her eyes, embarrassed.)
MOLLY: No, sorry.
SHERLOCK: Molly, please don’t feel the need to make conversation. It’s really not your area.
(Molly cringes but continues.)
MOLLY: When he was ... dying, he was always cheerful; he was lovely – except when he thought no-one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.
SHERLOCK (sternly): Molly ...
MOLLY: You look sad ... (she glances towards John) ... when you think he can’t see you.
(Sherlock’s eyes lift from the microscope and drift towards John who is looking through papers on the other side of the lab some distance away, unaware of the conversation. Sherlock turns his head and looks at Molly.)
MOLLY: Are you okay?
(He opens his mouth but she interrupts before he can speak.)
MOLLY: And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.
SHERLOCK: You can see me.
MOLLY: I don’t count.
(Sherlock blinks and really looks at her, possibly for the first time since he has known her.)
MOLLY: What I’m trying to say is that, if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me.
(She flinches and looks away briefly.)
MOLLY: No, I just mean ... I mean if there’s anything you need ...
(She shakes her head.)
MOLLY: It’s fine.
(She turns away. Sherlock looks shaken.)
SHERLOCK: What-what-what could I need from you?
MOLLY (turning back to him): Nothing. (She shrugs.) I dunno. You could probably say thank you, actually.
(She nods nervously but firmly. The side of Sherlock’s mouth twitches as if it doesn’t know how to say the words.)
SHERLOCK (hesitantly): ... Thank you.
(He frowns and turns his head away as if surprised that he has said it. Molly starts to walk towards the door.)
MOLLY: I’m just gonna go and get some crisps. Do you want anything?
(He starts to open his mouth but she turns back and beats him to it.)
MOLLY: It’s okay, I know you don’t.
SHERLOCK: Well, actually, maybe I’ll ...
MOLLY: I know you don’t.
(She turns and walks away, leaving the room. He watches her go, then gazes into the distance thoughtfully for a moment before looking back to his microscope.)
(On the other side of the lab, ignorant of the conversation that has just taken place, John is looking through police photographs taken at the school. He finds one of the inside of the wooden trunk which shows the envelope with the wax seal, and another with a close-up of the seal.)
JOHN: Sherlock.
SHERLOCK: Hmm?
JOHN: This envelope that was in her trunk. There’s another one.
(He walks over to where he has put his jacket.)
SHERLOCK: What?
JOHN: On our doorstep. Found it today.
(He gets the envelope out of his pocket and looks at it.)
JOHN: Yes, and look at that.
(He brings the envelope round the bench and gives it to Sherlock.)
JOHN: Look at that. Exactly the same seal.
(Sherlock reaches into the envelope and takes out some of the brown dust which we now see more clearly.)
SHERLOCK: Breadcrumbs.
JOHN: Uh-huh. It was there when I got back.
SHERLOCK: A little trace of breadcrumbs; hardback copy of fairy tales.
(His eyes widen.)
SHERLOCK: Two children led into the forest by a wicked father follow a little trail of breadcrumbs.
JOHN: That’s “Hansel and Gretel.” What sort of kidnapper leaves clues?
SHERLOCK: The sort that likes to boast; the sort that thinks it’s all a game. He sat in our flat and he said these exact words to me ...
(Jim’s voice overlays Sherlock’s as he relates the words.)
SHERLOCK/JIM: All fairytales need a good old-fashioned villain.

It is now Day 9. You have 24 hours.

#939

TWIST #2

For last night's twist, everyone was randomly assigned a team, and one person from each team was made captain. Their job was to contact the people in their team and tell them to vote for their team. They also could convince people that were not on their team, that they really were. Remember, only the captains were told what team they were on. The team with the most votes by the end of the night would be immune from the next lynch.

RED TEAM:

Captain: Epignosis
2: Mongoose
3: Lizzy
4: Snow Dog

BLUE TEAM:

Captain: Bullzeye
2: Dharmahelper
3: A Person
4: Vompatti

Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!

#940

Well thats good.

Sorry Vomps.

#941

insertnamehere wrote:
TWIST #2

For last night's twist, everyone was randomly assigned a team, and one person from each team was made captain. Their job was to contact the people in their team and tell them to vote for their team. They also could convince people that were not on their team, that they really were. Remember, only the captains were told what team they were on. The team with the most votes by the end of the night would be immune from the next lynch.

RED TEAM:

Captain: Epignosis
2: Mongoose
3: Lizzy
4: Snow Dog

BLUE TEAM:

Captain: Bullzeye
2: Dharmahelper
3: A Person
4: Vompatti

Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!

Then why is blue team on the poll if it was a tie?

#942

A Person wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
TWIST #2

For last night's twist, everyone was randomly assigned a team, and one person from each team was made captain. Their job was to contact the people in their team and tell them to vote for their team. They also could convince people that were not on their team, that they really were. Remember, only the captains were told what team they were on. The team with the most votes by the end of the night would be immune from the next lynch.

RED TEAM:

Captain: Epignosis
2: Mongoose
3: Lizzy
4: Snow Dog

BLUE TEAM:

Captain: Bullzeye
2: Dharmahelper
3: A Person
4: Vompatti

Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!
Then why is blue team on the poll if it was a tie?

In the event of a tie, the result is chosen randomly from the tied options.

#943

#944

DharmaHelper wrote:Well thats good.

Sorry Vomps.

Wor waht?

#945

insertnamehere wrote: Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!

You told me the wrong option, didn't bother to correct yourself when I first asked and by the time you did correct it I'd already voted so that's hardly my fault

Anyway I've only got one choice this poll so it's gonna have to be Vomps, sorry!

#946

Bullzeye wrote:
insertnamehere wrote: Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!
You told me the wrong option, didn't bother to correct yourself when I first asked and by the time you did correct it I'd already voted so that's hardly my fault

Anyway I've only got one choice this poll so it's gonna have to be Vomps, sorry!

insertnamehere wrote:That was a misspelling, you are on the blue team.

dodo · #947

Which team am I in?

#948

insertnamehere wrote:
Bullzeye wrote:
insertnamehere wrote: Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!
You told me the wrong option, didn't bother to correct yourself when I first asked and by the time you did correct it I'd already voted so that's hardly my fault

Anyway I've only got one choice this poll so it's gonna have to be Vomps, sorry!

insertnamehere wrote:That was a misspelling, you are on the blue team.

But he'd already voted by then as he said.

#949

Snow Dog wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
Bullzeye wrote:
insertnamehere wrote: Half of you, intentional or not, voted for the wrong team. Including Bullzeye, who was one of only two people specifically told by me what their team was!
You told me the wrong option, didn't bother to correct yourself when I first asked and by the time you did correct it I'd already voted so that's hardly my fault

Anyway I've only got one choice this poll so it's gonna have to be Vomps, sorry!

insertnamehere wrote:That was a misspelling, you are on the blue team.
But he'd already voted by then as he said.

He probably should of waited for my response.

#950

should of?

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