did

[Benzine]

you are

 

[canadaguy]

Fuck

 

[Benzine]

hahaha. welcome all. mark will sort this out soon.

 

[VashTheStampede]

cool

 

[Benzine]

well played mate, better luck next time

 

[VashTheStampede]

Probably my best game yet. Not a single mistake

 

[Benzine]

I suspect you will have a chance to remedy that.

 

[Benzine]

Sometimes it's good to be killed first imo.

 

[VashTheStampede]

 

[Mark]

hahaha. welcome all. mark will sort this out soon.

*Allegedly*

 

[VashTheStampede]

Ok after the previous discussions about dead people reacting in game threads I have decided to troll and will, starting now, react to every post.

I will react to the first post with the first reaction in the list. And to the second post with the second reaction. And so on.

I will not be giving any information this way. Just amusing myself.

 

[Mark]

Ok after the previous discussions about dead people reacting in game threads I have decided to troll and will, starting now, react to every post.

I will react to the first post with the first reaction in the list. And to the second post with the second reaction. And so on.

I will not be giving any information this way. Just amusing myself.

We got some brains here, switch and reverse the order midway through so they can't nail down your pattern.

 

[VashTheStampede]

We got some brains here, switch and reverse the order midway through so they can't nail down your pattern.

Yeah but I'm okay with them solving this puzzle and realizing I'm not manipulating the game from beyond the grave.

Okay I have reacted to every post. Some of the reactions were weirdly accurate. Most made no sense. I rolled my eyes at Fool's twice. Job's currently done.

 

[VashTheStampede]

Ok worst part of this stupid gimmick is putting rolleyes on random posts and feeling like a dick

Nevertheless

 

[VashTheStampede]

Uh oh

 

[Benzine]

@Quagmire and our dead thread specialist, @Local Hero, will be on their way.

 

[Benzine]

The dead do not dream.


But deep beneath the soil of Earth-Zine, where roots tangled like veins and the silence pressed heavy as stone, something stirred.


The ground over VashTheStampede's grave quivered — not with the hunger of rot, but with the slow, seismic rumble of return. Light, pale and golden as morning fire, began to leak from the cracks between the stones. It pulsed in rhythm, like a distant heartbeat getting closer, louder.


Then came the voice.


It didn't speak in words, but in pressure, in force. A whisper that shook the marrow of every sleeping soul in the land of the dead. "Not yet," it said. "He isn't done."


From the dead thread, the Medium had reached out — calling across the veil with desperate power. The voice met him halfway. And through the rip between life and unlife, a shadow began to rise.


First a hand. Then a shoulder. Then a boot, caked in sacred mud.


And then him.


VashTheStampede tore himself free of the grave with the same blunt strength he'd once used to keep the village safe — fists first, questions second. His muscles cracked like old branches coming back to life. His eyes opened not with wonder, but with intent. He had died protecting them — they had mourned him — but now?


Now he was back.


An angel by circumstance. A bully by nature. With justice burning behind his ribs and a rock with someone's name on it, VashTheStampede walked once more.


The village trembled.


Because the dead had risen.
And this time, he wasn't asking nicely.

 

[Local Hero]

Oh yeah, hey dudes

 

[Local Hero]

I've got my revive on @Quagmire

 

[Local Hero]

The dead do not dream.


But deep beneath the soil of Earth-Zine, where roots tangled like veins and the silence pressed heavy as stone, something stirred.


The ground over VashTheStampede's grave quivered — not with the hunger of rot, but with the slow, seismic rumble of return. Light, pale and golden as morning fire, began to leak from the cracks between the stones. It pulsed in rhythm, like a distant heartbeat getting closer, louder.


Then came the voice.


It didn't speak in words, but in pressure, in force. A whisper that shook the marrow of every sleeping soul in the land of the dead. "Not yet," it said. "He isn't done."


From the dead thread, the Medium had reached out — calling across the veil with desperate power. The voice met him halfway. And through the rip between life and unlife, a shadow began to rise.


First a hand. Then a shoulder. Then a boot, caked in sacred mud.


And then him.


VashTheStampede tore himself free of the grave with the same blunt strength he'd once used to keep the village safe — fists first, questions second. His muscles cracked like old branches coming back to life. His eyes opened not with wonder, but with intent. He had died protecting them — they had mourned him — but now?


Now he was back.


An angel by circumstance. A bully by nature. With justice burning behind his ribs and a rock with someone's name on it, VashTheStampede walked once more.


The village trembled.


Because the dead had risen.
And this time, he wasn't asking nicely.

Oh never mind lol.

 

[Benzine]

@Local Hero i'm about to open the day so i hope you've got all the info you need out of vash and quagmire

 

[Local Hero]

Hey @Quagmire

Booties or boobies?

 

[Local Hero]

@VashTheStampede throw a rock at whoever you distrust (not me I'm like the only cool dude, baby)

 

[Local Hero]

Alright, I've got all the info I need, thanks for nothing @Quagmire

 

[Local Hero]

P.S.

Send nudes

 

[Benzine]

just you and i @Quagmire buddy

 

[Quagmire]

Probably my best game yet. Not a single mistake

 

[Quagmire]

So now it is just me until someone dies? Local can talk with the dead and zombie vash is now gone

 

[Benzine]

The other worst part about this game is that there's a dead thread role. I like talking about the game.

 

[Benzine]

Yeah that's right. Mark and Kelly are "here" but it's really just us.

 

[Quagmire]

Alright, I've got all the info I need, thanks for nothing @Quagmire

 

[Quagmire]

The other worst part about this game is that there's a dead thread role. I like talking about the game.

And you cant spill the beans because of stupid sexy local

 

[Benzine]

stupid, stupid, sexy local

 

[Quagmire]

 

[Quagmire]

 

[Quagmire]

 

[Quagmire]

 

[Quagmire]

It sucks being dead, but man it is fun watching this from the outside without being killed

 

[Quagmire]

@WolfBot Shoot @Quagmire

 

[Quagmire]

I play this card on the next person to join this thread

 

[Quagmire]

 

[Benzine]

@Local Hero @shortkut @Ants!

 

[Local Hero]

Am I dead

 

[Local Hero]

The other worst part about this game is that there's a dead thread role. I like talking about the game.

Just kill me see if I care

 

[Ants!]

Well now I can let shortkut know that the wolves did not in fact pick up on his "bait". We did decide to eat him, but by coincidence. Seriously we were all like "shortkut says he told us what his role was on page 2 but I can't find it". lol

 

[Local Hero]

 

[shortkut]

The village was silent under the Shadow. Except for the annoying pricks who keep posting when the thread is closed

@Ants! i feel attacked… what about you?

Ants has died via lynch and was the Nightmare wolf.

shortkut has died as well, via werewolf attack. shortkut was the tough guy.

I haven’t lied in a game in a long time

 

[Local Hero]

Hey @Quagmire

Booties or boobies?

 

[shortkut]

Well now I can let shortkut know that the wolves did not in fact pick up on his "bait". We did decide to eat him, but by coincidence. Seriously we were all like "shortkut says he told us what his role was on page 2 but I can't find it". lol

I’m only something on the internet… internet tough guy

 

[Ants!]

We were both attacked, that's why we're here.