Ready Aim Fire I

[Faeriefire]

A choice is now required by the deadline.

CHOICES DUE BY 4PM THURSDAY

Living Players:
Mackay
Ancalagon

Non-Living Players:
mathgrant
Vegtable2001
referee
MacadamiamaN
Trojan Horse
wordcross
kevinatilusa
Chuck
The Levite
CrystyB




[This message has been edited by Faeriefire (edited 02-18-2003 07:57 PM).]

[wordcross]

sooo.... has everyone submitted yet?

[Ancalagon]

Nope. Just sent in mine.

[Faeriefire]

Mackay is the only one not to contact me.

MACKAY!

[Chuck]

Really? In that case I might want to change my target.

[Faeriefire]

Welcome to your playing ground. You find yourself surrounded by 11 of your comrades. They must die! Simple as that.

Vegtable2001, Trojan Horse, and MacadamiamaN seeing no possible way for them to win take their own lives. No one notices.
-Vegtable2001, Trojan Horse, and MacadamiamaN dead-

CrystyB and Ancalagon stand side by side with pistols to their heads when suddenly mathgrant and referee jump out of the shadows and try to do the deeds for them.
-mathgrant and referee dead-

kevinatilusa, wordcross, Chuck, and Mackay all stand in a row and give the four gun salute to their fallen friends mathgrant and referee.

Originally posted by kevinatilusa:

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I shoot a bullet in the air.

It falls to earth with noone there.

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The Levite, in all his wonder, points a finger to the sky and aims at his ultimate goal, Wearbear. How unfortunate that he missed.

CHOICES DUE 4PM FRIDAY



[This message has been edited by Faeriefire (edited 02-13-2003 06:37 PM).]

[Trojan Horse]

Out already? Man, that was quick!

[CrystyB]

so mg shot me, right?

[Faeriefire]

Yes, CrystyB, the shooters shot their targets respectively.
16 hours until the deadline!!

[The Levite]

*Sigh* <sings> If I didn't have any bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all...

[Faeriefire]

ROUND 2!!!

Hunting their next targets, wordcross and kevinatilusa spot each other and simultaneously raise their guns and aim. Unfortunately for them they both get the same idea and aim at themselves.
-wordcross and kevinatilusa dead-

Mackay, high a top a cliff spots a comrade down below. She's about to shoot at her target when a gargantuan puffin comes running out of the bushes. Mackay is startled and falls back, her gun shooting off into the air. Too bad her round was wasted.

Chuck sits in his hideout, calculating the probability of his success if he repeatedly shoots at the air . . . And in another part of the field . . .CB decides he'll shoot at air or at Chuck depending on the outcome of his coin toss. (heads) Aim... Fire!
-Chuck dead-

The Levite and Ancalagon got distracted from the excitement when they decided to go shooting at the butterflies.

CHOICES DUE BY TUESDAY 4PM

[Trojan Horse]

<BUMP>

By my watch, less than 24 hours are left. Has everyone submitted?

[CrystyB]

bah i wanted to send over the weekend but i forgot...

[Ancalagon]

Just a few more hours to the deadline.

BTW, I hate being in the time zone when a difference of a few hours can make a difference between making the deadline or not.

[referee]

Happy birthday, ancalagon!

[Faeriefire]

ROUND 3

Ancalagon, in his hunt for more blood, finds an unexpecting The Levite. The Levite would have noticed except his sights were on an even less expecting CrystyB, who was in a whole other world. After a long and winded argumentation against his suicidal self, the compromise reached was "i'll let you do that later". The Levite took care of that for CB.
-The Levite and CrystyB dead-

Mackay spends her time hiding in the bushes, waiting to pounce.

CHOICES DUE BY TOMORROW, THURSDAY 4PM!
Since this is getting near the end, I am requiring a choice. I have added another day to the deadline to allow for this. Please send in your choices.

After this game is over, I will be starting a new sign-up thread for the next game, CALLED SHOTS RAF!!!

[wordcross]

um... shouldn't Ancalagon and Mackay be the ones left living? I was under the impression that when you said that CrystyB was dead, and you put his name in bold, that he came to join us other ghosts in watching the spectacle...

[Faeriefire]

Whoops!
~does some quick typing~
Done. Thank you wordcross

[Ancalagon]

/sent. And thanks referee.

[Mackay]

Good luck, dude.....

[Faeriefire]

FINAL ROUND!!!

It's down to Mackay vs Ancalagon. Who will win?!

They stand, face to face across a field. They cock their pistols and aim. Ancalagon crosses his fingers and looks at the sky, not willing to watch to outcome. Mackay squeezes her eyes shut, preparing to shoot . . . and never opens them again.
-Mackay dead-

Ancalagon runs over to Mackay's body laughing and cheering. He jumps on her body for good measure.

ANCALAGON WINS!

Please see the new sign-up thread to confirm your desire to play. And be sure to encourage others.

Good job everybody.

[Ancalagon]

[Mackay]

Bah... I never shoot at people other than myself... I should have shot the air again

(shouldn't have wished you luck either! *grumble* )