The Ghostly Attic

As we all know, dead men (and women) tell no tales. However, they can still hang out in a mafia game and be spooky and stuff!

If you are dead, your time in the game is up. You can't discuss new material and you can't reveal your role in the game. You can, however, bitch about how much it sucks to be dead, rattle some chains and act ghostly, and refer to things you said while alive (for example, booo, remember my last words, or booo, don't forget the list. But you don't have to say booo. Unless you want to.)

Dead people post here .

Goofball 19 years ago
**rattles chain**
Aramous 19 years ago
Think there is a seat over in the corner, there, that has my imprints on it. The remote control is under the chair so you should be cozy. The chair is marked ARAMOUS.



PS When I come up, though, you better get your own chair and order me a T&T please.


/OOC BTW
Guest 19 years ago
oooooooo...remember my final ummm word.

Dammit, I want a drink.
ROzbeans 19 years ago
Maelarya turned from the fireplace to watch the newly dead stroll in. Adjusting her bathrobe she glared at Gus.

"Well if it isn't ole 'just got ate up for a late night snack'." She smiled curtly. "Good job, Gus. Join the 'townies that got killed early by stupidity' club." She pointed to the table and smiled.

"Tea?"
Jinheim 19 years ago
LITTLE GIRL = FUCKING EVIL
ROzbeans 19 years ago
Maelarya was pouring Gus some tea when the door opened again. Both Gus and Mae looked up to see Alex, the last gay cowboy. With a smile, Maelarya offered Alex a cup.

'Cream?'
Jinheim 19 years ago
A page of Alexander's diary is found ripped out and resting on the edge of a pool of his blood. The blood had soaked in to the paper and obscured the writing of the last page, so only part of it is legible.

Blood Splatters

I deeply regret the fate of that poor hamster that I used to

Blood Splatters

oatse still turns me on, and I wish I could meet him in real life.

There. It feels good to confess all of my dirty little secrets. For the lsat few hours, I have begun to get a develope a deep sense of forboding, as if somehow I know that my time is growing shorter with ever minute. I feel almost convinced that someone, or something, is coming to judge me and punish me for my sins, taking me away to whatever afterlife awaits me.

I have committed my share of sins, but they were all personal sins: sins of the flesh. I have never hurt another person, and I do not know why I am being judged so harshly that I must spend my last minutes in terror and dread. I can only wonder if I am being punished for the sins of a previous life. What could I have done to deserve th]

Blood Splatters
David Bowles 19 years ago
At least I helped get one of you... So Mae, see any cute specters 'round here?
ROzbeans 19 years ago
David Bowles
At least I helped get one of you... So Mae, see any cute specters 'round here?


Yeah but both of us are Townie.
Eve 19 years ago
*waves* Well, guess I got to play with the knives after all.
ROzbeans 19 years ago
Eve
*waves* Well, guess I got to play with the knives after all.


I'd almost rather i was stabbed to death then drowned. That's like my worst fear ever =x
Cobert 19 years ago
Falling down the stairs =(
Aramous 19 years ago
typicall
Verileah 19 years ago
Yeah, I pushed an old woman down the stairs. *evil*
ROzbeans 19 years ago
Maelarya walks over, arms out in a welcome embrace and comforts poor Gilbert. 'Now now, you got to play a lot longer than the rest of us, dearest.' Hugging the charming sensitive man child, Maelarya suddenly stiffened.

"Gilbert," she asked, "is that your hand on my breast?'
Guest 19 years ago
/spits her vodka

Nice!
MEC 19 years ago
I knew it, I fucking knew this was ganna happen...
Mai 19 years ago
*Runs over and hops on in Alexander's lap* "You kinda look like Daddy"

*giggle*

((OOC: I'm afraid I wasn't the one that got ya, Cowboy ))
MEC 19 years ago
so what do you do around here for fun?

/ooc - man, and i had a real good epilogue story for my character...
Mai 19 years ago
Well, we could annoy the ones still alive by singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall...