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Sunday, 27 April 2008
quote [ Nightmares of gunfire dominated the minds of those squeezed into the Li'l Peter, but those nightmares were not a work of fantasy. ]
The first bullet found was in the chest of jhvh1. He has taken him steamship to faraway lands in an effort to support his wife's fondness for exotic birds, choosing Central California as his nesting place. Now, it was his resting place. He was a townie.
[mafia game] [by Jewbacchus@2:57pmGMT] [+10 Informative] A second bullet was found in the cavity of eightysix. Although he was a barber, his utensils had rusted, and were of no use to steal. He was a townie, who crossed the Pacific to avoid certain Chinese nobles; nobles who had a few bad hair days. duncs was noticeably absent from the crowd. He had stayed by his tent, attempting to repair a large tear, certainly not caused by natural activity. Gathering their pans, the community worked its way to the American River. Before they could begin to chase champagne future as and caviar dreams, they had to witness the sight of a dying Southern Belle. sociology_boy, that gentle -- and eligible -- young lady from Georgia, had been daintily shot with a derringer. She, dressed so impecciably in the finest silks and velvet, had a saddle in her hand and a whip in her purse. She was a cowboy. Her father, who had desperately wanted a son to inherit his lands, taught his daughter to hunt, shoot, and fight. She could easily have held her own out west. Some stayed by the river to pan. Others went back to help duncs with his tent, or to continue the deceased carpenter's work. Me? I noticed that sociology_boy had some really nice clothes in her belongings... --- Player List shizac - Card Player mos - Mayor mego - Farmer foglai - Shopkeeper graham - Adventurist duncs - Blacksmith Amul Muzz - Animal Tracker Eon Bleu - Banker beerboy - Liquor Proprietor --- NOTE: The Prospectors Can Feel the Cosmos. --- Day 1 Day 2 |
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TheLittlestNihilist
said @ 3:02pm GMT on 27th Apr
[Score:1 Funny]
Yah!!! Single again!!!! |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 10:32am GMT on 28th Apr
Hola Mamacita. Besa me. |
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jhvh1
said @ 3:03pm GMT on 27th Apr
I hate central California, every time I go there, bad things happen. |
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TheLittlestNihilist
said @ 3:06pm GMT on 27th Apr
Shut up! your dead!!!!! |
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Jewbacchus
said @ 3:27pm GMT on 27th Apr
Clearly, you've never played one of these before. |
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theolypse
said @ 6:52am GMT on 28th Apr
BRAAAAAAINS. |
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Aidentas
said @ 3:06pm GMT on 27th Apr
[Score:3]
Vote here. Vote well. Vote only here. Vote only well. |
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duncs
said @ 4:26pm GMT on 27th Apr
"A sestina (or sestine or sextain) is a highly structured poem consisting of six six-line stanzas followed by a tercet (called its envoy or tornada), for a total of thirty-nine lines" Thirty nine lines??? no thanks! |
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duncs
said @ 4:28pm GMT on 27th Apr
of course, I replied in the votes section. sorry! |
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Aidentas
said @ 1:28am GMT on 28th Apr
Heh. The perceived difficulty of such a poem is one of the main reasons said poetry contest exists. In a game like this one, an investigation can be extremely valuable to all parties. |
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graham
said @ 10:29am GMT on 28th Apr
I vote for mego. Farmers ain't got no business looking for gold. |
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shizac
said @ 11:50pm GMT on 28th Apr
So far Graham has voted for eightysix and Todomanna. Both are now dead and both were townies. If that don't stink to high heaven of that yeller-bellied high-falootin' Big Richard fella, I don't know what does. |
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duncs
said @ 3:35am GMT on 29th Apr
agreed. graham |
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mego
said @ 5:50am GMT on 29th Apr
In the interest of self preservation, I vote for Graham. |
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foglai
said @ 8:22am GMT on 29th Apr
I'm very suspicious about this Graham bandwagon, so I'm going to vote for shizac. |
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Aidentas
said @ 3:28pm GMT on 27th Apr
CONTEST TIME So, I was umm... Perusing sociology_boy's clothing, and I noticed how feminine they make me look. I mean, the dress, and the gloves and makeup and the hats, look at me boys! ...I mean, that's what I could say were I so inclined. I mean, I'd look so irresistible in that Southern Belle's clothes that I'm sure I could find out anything I wanted. We're going to earn us sociology_boy's wardrobe and makeup. That item will allow for a one-time investigation into any one person. Naturally, I'd like to give an item like this away in a poker game; however since we have no cards... 1) Each living person can -- and hopefully will -- attempt to write a sestina. This sestina will posted publicly as a reply to this comment. *Please do not reply to this comment with anything not a sestina* 2) A private, 3-person voting panel will judge. Those panel members will not include me, and have already been chosen. The members of the panel will be made public after the prize is given. 3) The winner receives the wardrobe and makeup. You have until the end of the day. I do hope all remaining players participate. Best of luck. |
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mego
said @ 2:36am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:1 Underrated]
I am but a simple farmer, trying my best to keep alive I till my land and feed my cows I look across my pitiful field of corn and think that maybe I wasn't cut out for this work But my father struggled in his work, toiled alone, raised me as a farmer to think that if he hadn't, maybe my pa would still be alive instead of buried out beyond the field that is tread upon by my cows There are holes as well, for my cows that Mexican tracker's handy work caught him digging in my field but he wasn't afraid of this old farmer chasing him, left me unconscious but alive and ran to his home, wherever that may be Growing old, I'll die soon maybe leave my corn and field of cows to sit and remain as though I'm still alive maybe someone will find it, and work to save it, a strong willed farmer who can spring new life in the field I've never had much luck in the field growing crops, could be that maybe I needed a child of my own, a farmer to be years from now, to feed the cows and in time help with harder work and keep this farm alive If only my wife were still alive not with my pa beyond the field to calm my nerves after a long days work instead I'm left an angry old man, maybe all I was ever meant to have were my cows, my crops, my name, and my job; a farmer Love and father gone, though I'm alive to feed the cows and till the field alone, unqualified, and unable to work. |
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foglai
said @ 5:00am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:2]
A burden set upon the town Dark hearts set upon gold at first there was no rush but our lives are not so Sensible The death of our first lady has left us low on time Not that there isn't time to talk about our town mate, saved by a lady last night. Sometimes gold can blind one's sensib- ities and send one off in a rush We are not that different, be we rus sian, mexican or swede, our pasttime remains the same in this sensible place. Friendship, midship, town ship, and the matter of the gold A tip of my hat to you m'lady True, we must hope luck be a lady, that will let us cut low the brush so that we may again see gold- en skies come morning-time. It's time we talked we town- ies. Hanging our own isn't sensible. But what then is sensible dear gentle men and ladies? I say we reinvent this town, take this money here in gold, help shizac set up shop. In time gamblers will this place bullrush. Our dreams have n'er been crush ed today. Indeed I sense bleed we will by bedtime Come forth cowlord and lady Wrench the prospector's gold in the name of our fair town This, our town, cannot be rush ed for mere gold. Sensible people, ladies, now is our time. |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 7:15am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:2]
I remember her sad farewell wave… As I was sailing out of the Frisco Bay. Her red-brown hair atop her head in a roll. Tears stained my eyes as the ship began to buck. In my chest, my heart felt made of lead. But, you ask, where does this story lead? I shall recant the tale, trying to write between each wave. I arrived in Frisco, a saucy young buck. I worked lading salt from boats into the loading bay. At night, there was drinking and dice to roll. I wasted, on frivolities, every dollar and quarter. At day-break, I would stumble home to my sad quarters. I was adrift, with no one to follow and no one to lead. I ate nothing but water and a stale sourdough roll. But, then I saw her. Her beauty was like a heat wave. As she walked through the brothel, men began to catcall and bay. She was not cheap, only to be had for a sawbuck. I bought her a dress at Sears and Roebucks. The money we had stolen, my share was one quarter. We walked through the woods; I kissed her under a shady old bay. We chased after the puppy that had broken its lead. We rolled in the golden grass that the warm breeze made wave. We laid in the hay and had a good roll. Had my luck changed? Was I on a roll? But, the Law was coming, they wanted back their buck. Hounds and men came in wave after wave. I knew they would give me no quarter. I’d get no chance for jail; I would get but a belly full of lead. So I ran, flight was the only thing to keep death at bay. I left her on the dock. Her hair a beautiful shade of bay. And time continues to roll. Could I change my ways? Find a good life to lead? Or will I always fight the man; chafe and buck? I know that if I returned to Frisco, I’d be drawn and quartered. Or, left to drown amongst the frothy waves. I shall be judged at the pearly gates, soul exposed and in the buck. The scroll of my sins shall take days to unroll. But, for now, I’ll find another whore to occupy this wicked life I lead. |
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Jewbacchus
said @ 9:42am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:1 Informative]
You're missing a line in the first paragraph. |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 10:30am GMT on 28th Apr
Ah, thanks. line #3... She stood on the pier in the Italian Quarter. |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 10:32am GMT on 28th Apr
also: phantom +1 informative! |
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shizac
said @ 8:31am GMT on 29th Apr
I'm only a player of cards Thrust into a Sensibly deadly game. Out west we're on the hunt for Big Richard and his gang. Aids and Jew gave us our place, and now we all must play. The remaining of those who play hope to find in their cards, another day in this game. The townies are all being hunt- ed. Good guys should vote as a gang. What is wrong with this place? When we arrived at this place there was a game we wanted to play. But as if decided by tarot cards our lives are no longer a game. We are all a part of the hunt, each one weary of the gang. While we don't vote as a gang, we lose control of this place. It's the first time most have play- ed. Just like the first time playing cards, we don't all understand the game; making it easier for Big Richard to hunt. I want to continue the hunt for the bad man and his gang. But I'm the minority in this place, one of the last good guys in play. Only a player of cards, I'm going to die soon in this game. If you're still in the game, please join me on the hunt for Big Dick and his gang before they overrun our place. We have little time left to play before we all collapse like a house of cards. Wherever the cards fall in the game I wish you all luck in your hunt for the gang. Restore our Sensible place while you all play sensibly. |
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atter_cob
said @ 4:46pm GMT on 27th Apr
There appears to be a problem: Warning: mysql_num_rows(): supplied argument is not a valid MySQL result resource in /var/www/sensibleerection.com/html/entry.php on line 123. |
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Saint_Marck
said @ 5:29pm GMT on 27th Apr
Jewby's links have got entry.php/entry.php in them twice, hence, Teh Void. |
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Aidentas
said @ 1:30am GMT on 28th Apr
Yes, please no one click on the day links. |
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Jewbacchus
said @ 5:10am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:1 Informative]
The previews do not actually show what will be posted, and weirdness ensued. When I go to make changes, I type < a href="entry.php/70632 > Day 1 < /a > and in the preview the edit page gives me, it works fine. but once I look at it on the main page, there are two entry.phps But if I type < a href="/entry.php/70632 > Day 1 < /a > It looks fine in both places. So my knowledge of posting quirks so far is thus: 1. Any extended link will have 'www.sensibleerection.com/' appended to it. 2. If you don't put a '/' in front of an extended link,'www.sensibleerection.com/entry.php/' will be appended to it instead. 3. #2 doesn't show up in the preview page, only on the posted page. #1 shows up on both. So Day 1 and Day 2 are now linked differently. |
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Jewbacchus
said @ 6:07am GMT on 28th Apr
I feel this is an appropriate place to say 'nag'. |
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Jewbacchus
said @ 12:39am GMT on 29th Apr
Sythe has pointed out further nuance, try clicking day 1 when you reply to a comment. |
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theolypse
said @ 7:05am GMT on 28th Apr
Anyone who can make the tercet into a haiku should instantly win. |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 1:30pm GMT on 28th Apr
Whoever can make The tercet into haiku, Should instantly win |
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graham
said @ 8:57am GMT on 28th Apr
This is all very troubling. *runs full speed toward the saloon doors* |
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Aidentas
said @ 10:10am GMT on 28th Apr
[Score:2 Funny]
VOTING UPDATE 27 Hours Left in Day 3 Yet to vote 9 (shizac, mos, mego, foglai, graham, duncs, Amul Muzz, Eon Bleu, beerboy) |
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Amul Muzz
said @ 1:19pm GMT on 28th Apr
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graham
said @ 2:39am GMT on 29th Apr
As for that comment above by shizac, those two votes were shots in the dark. I had no idea they were townies, and I have no intension of killing anybody! (Aside from that Big Dick, of course) *ollies a horse* |
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jhvh1
said @ 3:17am GMT on 29th Apr
BOO! *my pathetic attempt at haunting Graham.* though you should know I AM watching you, at night, when you think you are alone, and wow, how do you not have blistered hands yet? |
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shizac
said @ 8:08am GMT on 29th Apr
that sounds like something Big Richard would say.... "shots" in the dark? as in killing them at night? huh? HUH?! |
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