Discussion in 'Old Games' started by 352, Jun 1, 2015.
I'll wait until the match is finished before I close the thread with tonight's sign-off.
There'll be a chat thread too for between days. For those that simply can't get enough. I see that a fair few villagers are sharpening their tools.
Good half lads, who brought the orange slices?
The animals in my vets are looking uncomfortable, and the dogs won't stop circling and whining...
Second half has kicked off, and Cude looks uninterested in playing football. He's already elbowed a couple of Hatters. Luckily, Diamond 'didn't notice' and hasn't done anything. He should be careful though, there's only meant to be one lynching tonight...
Just finished my "undercover" work at the brothel. Going to head down and catch the end of the game/lynching.
3-0 on 52 minutes, Watford Talk free kick.
interesting comment by 352 !!
Cude hasn't stopped pummelling the L*t*n left back since the third goal went in. Someone should break that up, it's getting pretty horrible. He's not taking the lynch vote too well.
4-0 Cude header hit so hard that he also head butted the goal keeper. The Luton keeper gets up, the referee checks he's ok and discovers the collision has actually increased the keeper's IQ
Remember DO NOT GET BLOOD ON THE PITCH, DO NOT PARK ON THE VERGES, CLEAN THE SHOWERS ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED, NO STUDS IN THE PAVILLION AND THE CAR PARK WILL BE LOCKED AT 10PM
Who told Cude of the vote, seems like a silly thing to do at halftime.
Always use to get half a orange, then I joined a new team and the manager told me that he was going to pull me off at half time.
Well that wasn't what i expected
It's 25 to 4 in the morning here...
I'll end this a little earlier than FT, just for you.
or he is night owl add an f an you have an anagram of wolf !
8pm has surely passed by now...hasn't it? Just want to know who has been lynched and killed
I can hear the scummers singing to Cude 'Lynched in a minute, you're getting lynched in a minute'
I'm not a night owl Stewie has to wake up at 10pm your time...I have to sleep too somewhere in the middle
Cude gets his hat trick. The crowd are up on their feet waving women's underwear from wfcmoog's boutique.
Cude>2< broke the offside trap, he was Vydra-like with his blistering pace. The ball over the top from AshdonWFC was inch-perfect, landing at Cude’s feet without him having to break his stride. One touch, and Cude smashed the ball into the back of the net from 18 yards. The keeper was rooted, the shot was so powerful.
But Cude didn’t stop running. If anything his sprint got faster in the final few steps. Cude smashed into the opposition keeper at full pelt, knocking him to the ground with full force. Already dazed, the keeper was dealt an almighty volley of punches before Diamond could get him.
Concerned he’d lose his refereeing licence if a player actually died at the hands of another whilst he took charge of a game, Diamond lifted Cude off the now lifeless keeper kicking and screaming.
A pitch invasion ensued. Norwayhornet threw a flare at Cude, merchandiseman41 threw an ornamental WFC gnome at the L*t*n manager as he ran on with the hoarde of villagers.
It was time. The Governor had not spoken up, and the lynching could not wait until full time. The game was won ages ago, the villagers reasoned.
Diamond, who had hold of Cude until now, relinquished the dead man walking, signalling to the village to calm down for some final words. There was a brief silence.
Cude, catching his breath, tried to clear his throat. cthulhu broke the silence, “GET OUT OF HERE!” he yelled at the remaining L*t*n players. They obliged, scampering away to their team coach parked on the grass verge. WAS shed a tear at the sight of the bus skidding away. “No parking… on the verge,” he sniffed.
“Whatever will be will be,” Cude said clearly, with his eyes still firmly on the lifeless body of the Hatters keeper. The village was still. “So I’m the one to go, eh? For what? Experience?” His rage was coming to the surface again.
“Come here, you!” Cude ran at TVOR, his eyes alight with fury. “YOU WON’T SURVIVE THE NIGHT!”
And with that, Squibba caught the onrushing Cude by the throat, and chokeslammed him into the dirt. The rest of the village swarmed around Cude and beat the life out of him.
His blood was black. Cude>2< was EVIL.
Standing back, TVOR smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. PhilippineOrn coughed and shrugged, simms slapped Cude’s lifeless face, wfcmoog’s previously immaculate makeup was smudged and ridiculous.
After the melee, AshdonWFC clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Let’s have a pint,” he said. “I can tell you all about the hops and the malts and the…”
The villagers were already walking off.
Wolves, send your kills to me.
Everyone else, you (should) know the drill.