Scivillage

day 2: slept in. sent a telegram to rappaccini requesting a security detail. we're getting closer and closer to supplanting eluminate and a few body guards can't hurt. he's been quiet lately. too busy shut up in his castle counting his shiny seashells to pay attention to the people. the bourgeoisie pig has no business being lord of the village. there was a raucous disturbance in the bath house last night and not a peep out of him!
 
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Day 2
Location : river side, neighbour village.

The night before the evil canoe thing had thrown me in to the water where the river has special strong, I almost drowned, but after a hectic swim fuelled by much panic, I reach to shore completely exhausted.

The next morning i started the day surveying my new territory, perhaps there would be a cute female tiger with pretty stripes, perhaps there would be more then 1.

After walking around for a time i found a small pen filled with sheep's and only a single herd boy. With 3 quick jumps I was in the pen, and soon I had killed my first sheep, then a 2nd and 3rd, all the time the herd boy was screaming and throwing rocks, but the sheep's was more fun to hunt so i ignored him and he just ran off, leaving me to munch on the sheep's in peace.

An hour later just as i was attempting to pull a sheep true a much to small hole in the fence, a large group of humans arrived, quickly I ran for the forest but they had spotted me. The chase was on.
The humans where not very fast, i easily outran them even on a full belly, but there where many of them and they did not give up, i could hear them making banging noises far behind me as they moved true the forest.
Soon i found my self down by the river, with the humans approaching from behind and the river blocking my way, the only way to go was back up river.
 
Day 2: I slept the day away in my cave, tired by the previous nights activities.
 
Day 2: I came upon the realization that I never had to use the toilet last night in the first place.
 
SCIVILLAGE
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Outcast- spuriousmonkey

DAY2

I went down to the river to wash myself. Although do not think for one minute that I just walked there.

I had found myself awake covered in shit flies. They didn't like it that I disturbed them. They went viciously after my eyes. Once again I was running, not because of humiliation, but because of some buzzing insects.

I managed the lose the harassing cloud near the river. I was hiding in the bushes. Something rustled in the bushes behind me. The tiger. We were both staring in each other. I was wondering what it was thinking. I blinked my eyes and it was gone again. Had I dreamt this encounter?

I washed myself and headed back to my finally finished distillery. The first brew would be ready by the evening. I would sit there all day and wait for the results. I was wondering if I should invite ScRaMbLe. No, he wouldn't want to come.

I stumbled on a patch of loose dirt hidden in the bushes. Someone had buried something here recently. I started digging and soon my nails were scraping a metal surface.

It was a metal chest; locked.

I took it with me. I would try to pry it open later.

I wonder who it belonged to?
 
Having lost the hunter further down the river, i was calmly walking around my old home turf, when i reach the edge of a small clearing. Near the water was a human, i had seen him many times before but never up close.
Curiosity got the better of me and i broke true the undergrowth into the clearing, so i could get a close look at the human, he quickly spun around to face me, but before i got close a gust of wind send his scent my way, and what a smell it was, i ran away leaving him to his own smells.
As i walked across the path to the waterfall, some thing about the humans scent reminded my of the evil canoe the night before, naa this one had smell much worse.
 
day 3: someone stole my metal chest! I have prepared the local villagers for a witch hunt in order to locate my stolen possession. We all suspect the outsider.
 
Night 2:
I awake to yet again go to the village and have some more fun.

On my way to the village I happen upon spuriousmonkey clawing at the ground. I found it ironic that out of the two of us -I- was the one iving in a cave. I sat in a bush and waited, wondering what exactly he was doing. Eventually he stopped, and dragged out a large metal chest. The odd thing was, he seemed surprised. Here spuriousmonkey is, digging in the middle of nowhere, and then he manages to hit something he didn't know was there? Spurious squirrel is more like it....

I followed the squirrely fellow back to his distillery. Even to a man living in a cave, this place was filthy. Spuriousmonkey headed back to an outhouse and was soon back at work in the distillery. The son of a bitch didn't even wash his hands. Something with this man was just not right. He was a hazard to the women of the village.

I waited until spurious went to the outhouse before carrying out my plan. I had previously found a book washed up on the shore called "Martha's Jail House Rock subtitle:(and other assorted projects)". It included instructions on how to make an explosive using only a piece of wood, a few common plants, and urine... instructions which I had previously followed to make such a device. Taking a 3 point shot, a tossed the device into the top of the outhouse.

It landed in spurious' lap. "WTF is this? Damn trees." Seeing no need for it spurious dropped in down the hole. The outhouse disappeared from the ground, spreading it's contents all over the area. Even in death, spuriousmonkey wasn't sanitary. This couldn't be had.

I set fire to the now feces covered brush surrounding the distilery.... and ran. Right when I arrived back at my cave I heard a loud explosion. The fire must have spread to the tanks. Good... the filth in the area had been cleaned up.

Now I go to town and have fun. Then it hit me... I had just blown up the factory which made the women of the town look good.
 
Day 2

I woke up to a putrid odour that was hanging over the village like a brown mist. Whatever could be causing this god-awful smell? I wandered outside and instantly gagged. No one should have to wake up to this with a hangover! One pint had turned into 20 last night and now I was paying the price indeed. Still a bit unsteady on my feet, I decided it would be a good idea to get out of town for the day, at least until whatever was causing the smell was gone. I shackled up the horse, jumped on my buggy and took off.

On the way out of town I came across a group of people, some of the faces were familiar, but being new in town I didn't really know them. I decided to stop and see what was going on. By the silence I was greeted with, I got the feeling I had walked into a conversation I wasn't supposed to hear. From the little I did hear before they saw me, I gathered they were planning some kind of revolt, a revolution. One guy was bragging how he had learned to make explosives and tested them the night before. Another two, standing out of earshot from the rest, were discussing how they had all the cash they needed and something about a chest. I could tell by the silence when I approached the group, they had no interest in involving me in their plans, well, not for the time being at least. So I left them, jumped back on my buggy and drove off down the road...
 
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Persol as the town general, You shall be condemed for you actions. Someday you shall be tried for murder and shall be sentenced for killing poor old Spuriousmonkey. An innocent man. Also the blowing up of the factory, you shall be sentenced for that to. :D
 
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While examining the shit-encrusted crater in the middle of town, I heard a sound in the trees. What was that? A person? Could Spuriousmonkey survived this terrible blast and been launched into the treetops with his tattered pants around his ankles?

I should have taken a closer look but the smell was overpowering.
 
SCIVILLAGE
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Italiano-Sanitational Engineer

DAY2

Today is a day of mourning, a day of grief. The murder of an innocent man has reached the innermost area of my heart causing me great sorrow. I grieve and rejoice for the soul of Spuriousmonkey. I grieve his departure, but rejoice that he is no longer in a place where he is constantly persucuted. To think that today was the day that I would go out and find the man rejected by everyone else, and invite him over for dinner. Now he will never be able to experience the kindness that the human heart is capable of. He has lived a life of isolation and fear of his fellow men. To think today was the day I was going to befriend, I wake up to find him murdered.

What could cause someone so much hate and react in violence to someone they had probably never had spent more than five minutes with. The fear people have inside of people who are not like them is tremendous, causing discrimination, hate, and murder. After receiving the news, I go about my sanitational duties in sorrow, and decide to go to a clearing in the wilderness afterwards and spend some time alone.

I head to the clearing, and sitdown, thinking. Justice must be done. During my route to the houses I heard news of a murder trial, even though I didn't have confirmation of an actual corpse produced. Relieved I felt somewhat, not that it would do poor Spuriousmonkey any good, but it will give a chance for those few who grieve his death a little sense of relief. I make plans to tell the Don this evening about the sufferings and hardships this poor man has had to face through. Knowing my boss is a man of compassion he will certainly sway his relationships that he has with the judge to give the full punishment deserved.

Disturbed in my thoughts by a rustle in the bushes a turn around quickly. I find the tiger and I facing each other. Then all of a sudden, in a disturbed and disgusted fashion the tiger turn around and bolts the other way. It reminds of my plans as partners with the tiger. Tommorow I will search out and befriend it. Now I will focus on the justice done for the murder of the outsider, Spuriousmonkey.
 
I too wish to know what the Don has to say about this. Murder, perhaps, if a body is found. But also of the loss of the public sanitary facility which was a cash cow for the family.
 
Day/night (3):
Seems everybody slept the day in

Day (4)
I think the barber knows what I did, though I know not how. Fortunately, his wife is a 'friend' of mine from the first night in the save. I give her a recipe for "the best seasoned turkey I've ever had"... straight out of Martha's Jail House Rock - and other assorted projects and she invites me over for dinner to explain the situation to CertifiedPsycho.

I arrive and suggest that we start eating before we discuss the incident at hand, and Certified agrees. I slowly start eatting my vegetables as Certified and his wife tear into their turkey like animals. These are definetely people of spurious' ilk. Within minutes, they pass out. "Best seasoning I've ever had... hehe."

On my way out of the building I felt relieved. I had once again cleansed this town.... this time in a much more sanitary method. Nobody needs the barber anyway... they have bowls. Luckily we have no town chemist. The fire roaring behind was my salvation. It had disposed of the one person who had knew who was responsible.

Now I just needed a scapegoat to prevent further investigation...
 
Persol, if your only purpose here is to try to kill off the other players, this has to stop. So here goes.

Day 4:

While standing guard outside SwedishFish's home, I noticed Persol heading over to the hut of CertifiedPsycho. No big deal at first, but as he hurried away a short time later I saw flames emerging from the hut. Running to the back door I discovered husband and wife "passed out" at the dining table, and the fire beginning to spread. Quickly I dragged their unconcious forms out the back to safety.

The wife muttered "poison... Persol set the fire..." and I knew he had to be stopped. A few of the other villagers were able to take them to the town healer (truly a miracle worker) who was able to nurse them back to health.

I found him sneaking out of town and ended his life with a single blow to the back of the head. I then carried his body to the butchers shop and "borrowed" the meat grinder to reduce the corpse to small bits. Kunax the tiger was quite happy to receive this evening repast and disposed of all the remains.

Peace and security reign in the village again. I hope SwedishFish and the family move forward with the plans for reorganization soon.
 
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