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portobellojambo1

I'll wait until tomorrow before posting. I think one, within a group of 4, is being led along by the others. I'm going to try and unravel the contents of post 542, or at the very least play with the words in it before voting.

 

I ain't no goon, but I wish those that think I am would vote for me in that case, although there is a good reason for making such a suggestion to those who are unsure of how to vote.

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Chris Benoit

wooooooooooooo

 

 

 

well done kids :thumbsup:

 

 

that's 1 down from my goon list Boof :)

 

 

 

 

woooooooooooooo

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vote Yvonnejambo

 

Good work Malky! thumbsup.gif

 

 

Not me chief, Flux was the first to lead the charge thumbsup.gif

 

Albeit, Bigsmak putting a big red cross on himself

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The town were still celebrating.

 

The back bar of The Jug-eared Philanderer had never seen such scenes of celebration since that bird from Emmerdale won Dancing on Celebrity Ice Factor.

 

In a state of euphoria, they burst forth and almost immediately started the chant "She's a goon, she's a goon. Burn her." But nobody had a lighter. And anyway...it was her birthday. So, in a faux celebratory manner, they grabbed Yvonne and started to give her the birthday bumps.

 

One

 

Two

 

Three

 

etc...

 

 

 

Thirty-one

 

Thirty-two

 

And, with a well coordinated move, they launched her under a 33 bus as it drove past the door of the pub.

 

The bus never altered course as the driver didn't actually notice the thump-thump as it passed over the helpless and lifeless Yvonne. He just assumed they were particularly large potholes.

 

 

 

 

The gathered crowd checked Yvonne's handbag for evidence of her goonliness.

 

 

 

Hmmm, library card, driving licence, bank cards, passport...nothing there.

 

 

They began to wonder if they'd done the right thing...was this a monumental own goal of Andres Escobar proportions?

 

 

 

 

It was beginning to look like it....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then Charlie Windsor called from the pub door...

 

'Yvonne...your pizza's here'

 

 

 

Yvonne....pizza...could it be...?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, Sheddingtonians....Yvonne - Goon leader was on her way to join the choir Elysian.

 

 

 

Since the goons don't get a night-hit when the goon leader gets lynched the Doctor chose to keep their medication under lock and key.

 

 

So, no night-hit from the goons and the Doctor still has 4 tablets left to dose whomever they see fit.

 

 

It is now morning again.

 

10 folk survive

 

2 goons

3 masons

1 Doctor

4 townies

 

6 votes needed to cause a pre-deadline lynching.

 

Deadline will be Monday at 9pm.

 

Game on again.

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Get in! Knew it had to be either Yvonne or Bev running the show

 

The goons got greedy trying to keep their entire mob intact with the votes for Flux and it's backfiring on them :thumbsup:

 

Going to go with Geoff's vote and follow my instincts from the past few rounds

 

Vote PJ1

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Boof, what if the doc wanted to OD someone?

 

 

Been in contact by PM.

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portobellojambo1

Think I have a few apologies to make at the end of this game, as I appear to have read things all wrong. The fact I'm not a goon will become apparent relatively quickly I think, given votes so far, but there are sufficient players left to still win the game even if I go out.

 

Vote roscoe1874 for this round.

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Sheiky Baby

YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

I go away for 2 minutes and we got 2 goons!!

 

As I said before, I thought I had 2 groups (masons/goons) and think I now know who's left

 

Hands up, I did get them the wrong way round but my eyes are open now. Apologies to my townie bro's for not representing!

 

Anyways, down to the nitty gritty. PJ1 I did join you on the Deek/flux hunt but sorry but I'm joining the bandwagon

 

vote PJ1

 

P.S. Still not convinced with the yvonne/bev situation...

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thehibsareintheirbeds

Wooooooo well played town. If only someone had pointed out yvonne was chief goon earlier though! Good luck getting the last two- and cracking night stories boof.

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The remaining goons are betwen

 

PJ1

Roscoe

Beverley

 

Could it have been a bad girl duo? Perhaps.

 

But continuing the strategy

 

Vote Roscoe

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yvonnejambo

"And, with a well coordinated move, they launched her under a 33 bus as it drove past the door of the pub.

 

The bus never altered course as the driver didn't actually notice the thump-thump as it passed over the helpless and lifeless Yvonne. He just assumed they were particularly large potholes."

 

 

Thanks Boof for stopping at 33 and reckon I would be like 2 particulary large potholes if a bus drove over me!!! :turned:

 

'Mon the goons :)

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You just aint got the hang of this!!!

 

I loved this post, after 4 years playing the damn game!!! :P

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yvonnejambo

I loved this post, after 4 years playing the damn game!!! :P

 

 

Its always fun trying to belittle you :lol:

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Vote count to post #583

 

Roscoe 4

portobello 3

 

3 players still to vote

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woooo

It's dull being dead you know angry.gif

 

woooo

 

Especially when you've been voted off, rather than whacked, and you know perfectly well you're a townie. Frustrating as anything.

 

'mon the toonthumbsup.gif

 

wooo

 

Thanks Boof for stopping at 33 and reckon I would be like 2 particulary large potholes if a bus drove over me!!! turned.gif

 

wooo

 

I was pondering how high to go but thought 74 would be just a bit too cheeky :laugh:

 

And Sheddington potholes are a bit like Edinburgh ones - you know about them when you hit them.

 

'mon the goonsthumbsup.gif

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Geoff Kilpatrick

Ach, let's call it now, even though I have my doubts.

 

unvote portobellojambo1

 

vote Roscoe1874

 

Lyncheroonie!

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I'll complete the lynch, think both seem as guilty as each other, plus I want to hurry things up so we can get another quality Boof story :thumbsup:

 

Unvote PJ1

 

Vote Roscoe

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Sheiky Baby

Could it be that i spotted the roscoe good/goon gaffe?

 

Lets find out.

 

vote roscoe

 

I was looking through you tube for a Vic Reeves big night out 'You just wouldn't let it lie!' sketch

 

Couldn't find one, booooo

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we have a lynch?

 

its gonna be roscoe & PJ1 i reckon as the remaining goons

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we have a lynch?

 

its gonna be roscoe & PJ1 i reckon as the remaining goons

 

Or you Beverley!! I did suggest you and Yvonne were both goons earlier in the game and the thought is still with me. ;)

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you can think what you like deek, i know what i am, and what i am is an unroled townie!

 

boring, but true

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We will have to see what Roscoe was first. But is a town anyway I think, even if we go for the wrong player next day.

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Once again the assorted Sheddingtonians were gathered in The Jug-eared Philanderer.

 

A couple of people were trying their best to join in the high-spirited celebrations but really...their hearts weren't in it.

 

One was looking particularly glum and the remainder of the group decided he was bad news for the town.

 

Good or goon?

 

Who could tell?

 

The lynch-mob decided there was only one way to find out for sure...kill him!!!

 

But how?

 

 

As always they dragged their victim outside and tried to decide what fate would befall him.

 

Some were foir the quick and easy method, some wanted to spin it out a bit.

 

Bur Roscoe didn't give them a choice.

 

Spotting a passing taxi he jumped in and tried to make his escape.

 

The passenger in the taxi demanded that he be allowed to finish his journey so reluctantly Roscoe agreed.

 

The baying mob of townspeople flagged down any and every of the next passing vehicles and gave chase after the speeding cab.

 

As it approached The Balmoral the cabbie enquired, "Front door, Mr Gullit?"

 

"Ah, yes, sure thing. I'm meeting a Mr Vladanov about a managerial position."

 

As Mr Gullit exited, the cabbie turned to Roscoe, "Where to, mate?"

 

With heavy heart Roscoe looked out the cab window and resignedly shook his head, "Ach, it doesn't matter. They've caught up with me."

 

Right enough, the assortment of cars, motorbikes, horses, had kept pace with the cab and all were waiting for Roscoe.

 

 

He came out of the taxi, head held high and prepared to accept his fate.

 

 

"You're wrong. But if my death helps the town, that's okay with me."

 

 

The crowd led Frenchie's police horse to the front of the mob.

 

Staking Roscoe spreadeagled onto the ground they struck up the music.

 

Yes, Frenchie's police horse had actually been a circus horse prior to joining the force so, on hearing the music, highstepped into a Riverdance routine.

 

Poor old Roscoe never stood a chance.

 

He thought he could've taken on a horse, but he was outnumbered and slowly met his fate - trampled to death by a Riverdancing horse.

 

 

All because of a mis-spelling.

 

 

So what was he...goon or good?

 

 

 

 

Yep...one of the two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It wasn't a pretty sight, folks, but

 

 

 

Roscoe - knuckle-dragging meathead, goon number 3, has been squashed.

 

 

Still night so let's have the nighty goings-on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry for the delay - domestic duties called.

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Once again the assorted Sheddingtonians were gathered in The Jug-eared Philanderer.

 

A couple of people were trying their best to join in the high-spirited celebrations but really...their hearts weren't in it.

 

One was looking particularly glum and the remainder of the group decided he was bad news for the town.

 

Good or goon?

 

Who could tell?

 

The lynch-mob decided there was only one way to find out for sure...kill him!!!

 

But how?

 

 

As always they dragged their victim outside and tried to decide what fate would befall him.

 

Some were foir the quick and easy method, some wanted to spin it out a bit.

 

Bur Roscoe didn't give them a choice.

 

Spotting a passing taxi he jumped in and tried to make his escape.

 

The passenger in the taxi demanded that he be allowed to finish his journey so reluctantly Roscoe agreed.

 

The baying mob of townspeople flagged down any and every of the next passing vehicles and gave chase after the speeding cab.

 

As it approached The Balmoral the cabbie enquired, "Front door, Mr Gullit?"

 

"Ah, yes, sure thing. I'm meeting a Mr Vladanov about a managerial position."

 

As Mr Gullit exited, the cabbie turned to Roscoe, "Where to, mate?"

 

With heavy heart Roscoe looked out the cab window and resignedly shook his head, "Ach, it doesn't matter. They've caught up with me."

 

Right enough, the assortment of cars, motorbikes, horses, had kept pace with the cab and all were waiting for Roscoe.

 

 

He came out of the taxi, head held high and prepared to accept his fate.

 

 

"You're wrong. But if my death helps the town, that's okay with me."

 

 

The crowd led Frenchie's police horse to the front of the mob.

 

Staking Roscoe spreadeagled onto the ground they struck up the music.

 

Yes, Frenchie's police horse had actually been a circus horse prior to joining the force so, on hearing the music, highstepped into a Riverdance routine.

 

Poor old Roscoe never stood a chance.

 

He thought he could've taken on a horse, but he was outnumbered and slowly met his fate - trampled to death by a Riverdancing horse.

 

 

All because of a mis-spelling.

 

 

So what was he...goon or good?

 

 

 

 

Yep...one of the two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It wasn't a pretty sight, folks, but

 

 

 

Roscoe - knuckle-dragging meathead, goon number 3, has been squashed.

 

 

Still night so let's have the nighty goings-on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry for the delay - domestic duties called.

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Harry Palmer

Evening, seems through work this morning and a few pints afterwards you miss the fun....

 

As it's night I'm not going to elaborate on things.....

 

FTGoons! :thumbsup:

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Still waiting on some night-time activity...though as I did set the deadline for 9pm I guess we'll just have to bear with that.

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