Post by popebenedict on Jan 10, 2008 6:19:53 GMT -5
“The crowd has spoken! Toshimi I’m sorry, but you have been deemed the first to die. Now I bet your asking yourself, what are they going to do to me? Hanging, electric chair, firing squad? Well, to be honest with you, none of them. Normal executions really aren’t my style, they bore me to be perfectly clear.” The host clapped his hands as he said this and the couple of bearly men came stumbling into the room. “Is it ready? I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.” One of the bearly men gave a grunt and a nod. “Good, now everyone, lets head out back. Bearly guys, please take the unfortunate victim.” The bearly guys walked over to <name> and picked him up by his hands and feel, carrying him out of the door with the crowd on their heels.
Just outside of the Town hall a large circus tent had been erected, colored red with yellow stars randomly scattered about it. The host put on a ring leaders hat and grabbed a whip from behind a bush.
“Wonder how this got here?” The host opened the tent for the crowd to enter and after all were inside entered himself along with the bearly guys.
The crowd took seats on the bleachers set up around the tent. A giant glass box sat in the center of the tent.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Welcome to the first ever “Circus of Popely Thrills”. This afternoon we have a VERY special performance for you! A once in a life time act, only to be performed once by our very own Toshimi! Now your probably wondering what this box in the middle of the room is for? Well, I’ll tell you! My friend Toshimi here is going to attempt to fight off a hoard of midgets single handedly!”
A man shouted from the crowd, “So you are just going to have them fist fight? That’s kinda boring if you ask me.”
“TO boring you say?” replied the host. “Well then, guess I’m going to have to spice things up a little! Not only will they fight to the death! They will do so with…. *drum roll* SWORDS!!!” The crowd began to go crazy as a horde of roughly one hundred midgets emerged from behind the tent into the arena all armed with swords the size of their body. Toshimi was walked into the glass box and dropped in the center by the bearly men.
“Hey, what about my sword?!” questioned Toshimi.
“Oh yes, how clumsy of me, I almost forgot.” The host said walking toward Toshimi, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small rubber object. Putting his lips to what appeared to be a balloon, the host began blowing into it. After filling the balloon to the brim with air, the host tied it off and began folding up the bottom so the balloon resembled a poorly crafted sword. “There you go. Good luck!”
Walking out of the glass box, the host let in all the midgets, locking the door behind them.
“Ladies and gentle men! Prepare yourself for the fight of the century! Midgets…. ATTACK!”
The horde of midgets began to bull rush Toshimi, leading with the belly and following with the sword. Toshimi got into an attack stance and prepared to fight the midgets. Engaging the first midget sword versus sword, Toshimi was disappointed to discover that his sword was simply cleaved through by the midgets. Now defenseless, Toshimi tried to escape but was soon overrun.
The crowd began to cheer for the midgets.
“Now wasn’t that fun? We should do it again sometime. Any volunteers? However, I’m kinda tired, so why don’t we all head in for a good nights rest. I’ll see you all bright and early!” The host walked out of the tent back to town hall.
Toshimi is now DEAD!
Night two has begun. Mafia, go to the meeting area and decide who you want to kill. People with night jobs, please PM me your targets.
Just outside of the Town hall a large circus tent had been erected, colored red with yellow stars randomly scattered about it. The host put on a ring leaders hat and grabbed a whip from behind a bush.
“Wonder how this got here?” The host opened the tent for the crowd to enter and after all were inside entered himself along with the bearly guys.
The crowd took seats on the bleachers set up around the tent. A giant glass box sat in the center of the tent.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Welcome to the first ever “Circus of Popely Thrills”. This afternoon we have a VERY special performance for you! A once in a life time act, only to be performed once by our very own Toshimi! Now your probably wondering what this box in the middle of the room is for? Well, I’ll tell you! My friend Toshimi here is going to attempt to fight off a hoard of midgets single handedly!”
A man shouted from the crowd, “So you are just going to have them fist fight? That’s kinda boring if you ask me.”
“TO boring you say?” replied the host. “Well then, guess I’m going to have to spice things up a little! Not only will they fight to the death! They will do so with…. *drum roll* SWORDS!!!” The crowd began to go crazy as a horde of roughly one hundred midgets emerged from behind the tent into the arena all armed with swords the size of their body. Toshimi was walked into the glass box and dropped in the center by the bearly men.
“Hey, what about my sword?!” questioned Toshimi.
“Oh yes, how clumsy of me, I almost forgot.” The host said walking toward Toshimi, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small rubber object. Putting his lips to what appeared to be a balloon, the host began blowing into it. After filling the balloon to the brim with air, the host tied it off and began folding up the bottom so the balloon resembled a poorly crafted sword. “There you go. Good luck!”
Walking out of the glass box, the host let in all the midgets, locking the door behind them.
“Ladies and gentle men! Prepare yourself for the fight of the century! Midgets…. ATTACK!”
The horde of midgets began to bull rush Toshimi, leading with the belly and following with the sword. Toshimi got into an attack stance and prepared to fight the midgets. Engaging the first midget sword versus sword, Toshimi was disappointed to discover that his sword was simply cleaved through by the midgets. Now defenseless, Toshimi tried to escape but was soon overrun.
The crowd began to cheer for the midgets.
“Now wasn’t that fun? We should do it again sometime. Any volunteers? However, I’m kinda tired, so why don’t we all head in for a good nights rest. I’ll see you all bright and early!” The host walked out of the tent back to town hall.
Toshimi is now DEAD!
Night two has begun. Mafia, go to the meeting area and decide who you want to kill. People with night jobs, please PM me your targets.