SPIDER IV - A NEW HOPE.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

BDS is going to kill us all.  Don't say I didn't warn you!   

[LMNO]

Ok, Freeky is Abstain.  Blight, I'll accept your word for it who Village is voting for, so let me know.

[bds]

BDS is going to kill us all.  Don't say I didn't warn you!   

Why are you so fixated on me? Interesting that you are without any real evidence...

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

BDS is going to kill us all.  Don't say I didn't warn you!   

Why are you so fixated on me? Interesting that you are without any real evidence...

I for one never trust anyone who tells me they are my friend.... 

[Luna]

There IS no real evidence, yet...

Though if you get thrown on/under the bus, it may say something about Roger's credibility...  Hm.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Villager is abstaining

[Luna]

BDS   Abstain
Blight   Unqualified
EoC   Villager
Freeky   Abstain
Jenne   Abstain
Khara   Abstain
Luna   Abstain
Phox   Semaj
Requia   BDS
Roger   BDS
Semaj   Phox
Unqualified   BDS
Villager   Abstain

[LMNO]

ROUND TWO IS OVER.

Ned walked out into the cool night air, slightly buzzed, still trying to work out what that hippie had blathered at him in the bar.  The kid could talk a lot of shit, that's for sure.  He lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag as his buddy Larry came outside to join him.  "Ned, you all right?"

"Yeah, sure, just needed to clear my head."

"Who were you talking to in there?"

"I dunno.  Some kid.  Hey, what the hell does 'plutocracy' mean, anyway?"

"Means the rich make the rules, Ned."

"That don't sound like a good way to run things.  You start making money, then your money starts making money, then you forgot how you used to make your money."

"Yup."

"But if money makes the rules, the only rules you're gonna make is how to get your money to make more money."

"That's the long and the short of it.  You bet."

"Huh.  Maybe that kid wasn't so bad.  Just yappin' a lot.  Said something about corporations screwing over normal people."

"Kid's got a head on his shoulders.  Reminds me of some stuff I've been thinking about.  Sort of like, if companies are so big, what's one person gonna do if they come after you?"

"Yeah?  What do you do?"

"Find ways for them not to notice you're fucking with them.  Keep your head down, keep your fucking mouth shut.  Drop a wrench in, then walk away."

Ned paused, took a drag, and threw a sidelong look at Larry.  "I'm listening."

"Here, let's go get something to eat, we'll talk some more."


DISCORDIAN CONVERSION: SUCCESSFUL.


Gerald threw his briefcase on the kitchen counter, went to the fridge, and grabbed a beer.  What a fucking day.  Here he was, climbing up the ladder, a team leader in charge of the Anderson Initiative, and he had to deal with a project manager who apparently didn't know how to manage a project.

He grabbed two more beers, and threw himself down on the couch.  He struggled briefly with his (somewhat) universal remote, and then the blare of HDTV filled the room.  Gerald took a pull off his beer, and tried to forget about everything.  The Initiative, his moronic contractors, the latest tragedy happening in London, another five homeless men found torn apart in the Themes—

Click.  Change the channel.  Who wants to see the news, anyway?  Depressing shit.  Open another beer.  Wait, that was the third one already?  Dammit.  Just bring the whole case back this time.  It's good to be single, good to be alone, no one to bother you, no one to get on your case, no one to hold when the rains come, no one to complete me, no one to have me at hello—

Click.  Dumb movie.  Dumb job.  Dumb life.  Why the hell was he working anyway, when all he gets is dumped on, day after day?  This was better.  Here, just me, the couch, the TV.  The almighty TV.  I can just turn off, shut down, zone out.  I can just drift along without thinking about anything... is that the phone?

Fuck it.  It's Dave.  He probably wants to go do something.  Let it go to voicemail.  I can talk to him later.  Tomorrow, maybe.  Maybe the day after.  When was the last time I saw him?  Whatever.  I like this show. 

Behind Gerald, something moved in the shadows of his darkened bedroom.  A pair of razor sharp fangs glittered in the light of High Definition Programming.  Whatever it was, seemed to be laughing as it crept towards the couch.

UNQUALIFIED HAS BEEN SUBSUMED BY THE SPIDER.  HE (SHE?) IS OUT OF THE GAME.  HE (SHE?) WAS NOT A DISCORDIAN.




ROUND THREE BEGINS NOW.

Votes needed: [(12/2)+1] = 7 votes needed to put someone on a Bus.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Damn LMNO between Roger and you I'm never going to sleep again.... 

Awesome writing!  This game is the best yet!

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Posting for round 3

[Luna]

Lemme see, 3 spiders, 3 Discordians, 6 citizens left, do I have that right?

[LMNO]

YES.

[Freeky]

I actually have that doctor's appointment tomorrow, but Roger was right, I would have abstained.  AUGH I'M SORRYYYYY I DIDNT POST YESTERDAY!  I tried to get on, but the interbutts took a crap at that preccise moment, and the rest of the day I was too busy with Monkay.


I AM HERE NOW THOUGH.  YOU MAY REJOICE AT MY RETURN!

[Eater of Clowns]

Now we start to wonder, is a one in four chance of picking a Spider on what is, at best, a poorly informed guess, worth the risk?

Does Phox seem unusually quiet in this game to anyone?  She's usually a pretty frequent participant.

[Freeky]

Now that you mention it....