Pupwa21

I strangle you with a electric wire. My mask.

I punch you in the face. My mask.

I quickly get up from said surgery, with the mask quickly healing my brain. Mad, I rush at you and preform a 999 hit combo on you. My mask.

All I can say right now is, Good luck next gen characters.

Shotgun pellets! My mask.

Death by Kebab remover My mask.

Majority vote. Almost instantly, the gathered all voted Pupwa, and, as anyone who's about to die, ran off, only to be beheaded by his own foot. Strange, I know. Feeling relieved, the village all went back to their homes, unaware of the failure of this endeavor. Drip. Drop.

大戦隊ゴーグルV I'll leave it at that.

WE NEED EVAC NOW!

Welp, I know who's having Christmas early this year.

Sword X

Because today is 4chan's birthday, I obtain an unusual influx of negative energy, which I use to manlilplate you into giving me the mask and burn down any bridges you made with anybody, leaving you with no supplies and Allies. My mask m

I walk up, using a clever disguise, My mask!

Drip. The beginning of this tale all started at my two hundred something day of exsiting, back then, the sun was shining, the animals were doing animal things, and people weren't afraid of going outside, but as the day went on, the people would know little about the events to come. Luroka was the one you might call, Unorthodox, even though that isn't the right word. He sometimes did things many people thought were suicidal, one of which as of lately was diving off a high cliff overlooking the water. As luck would have it, the more dangerous an task is, the more likely he would escape unharmed from it. That notion ended today, as he was found in a rather gruesome situation, having died from a knife that made it's way into his brain via his eye. With the two knifes gripped in his hands, the village assumed he was juggling knifes, and knowing him, wouldn't mess up on a danger scale that high. Because of this, the village assumed foul play and gathered to lynch someone. Vote now.

I don't know who I am anymore. I forgot my real name by now.

There's enough non Pupwa players for me to start soon, but more are free to join should they wish. Stuff soon.

Why? Because, the core is something one must never have the horrors of experiencing.

Fine. I'll list a few.

Because I can. Besides, I get pain to fun post. Or in my terms. [Okay those lyrics were questionable. -Wind]

In the Far reaches of the lands, across an ocean, lies a village. This village was average in every way possible but it's residents were a different ballpark. Some were master plotters, victims of an curse, or just plain insane. But they all held one thing in common. And This is their story. drip. drip. drip. [Welcome to _____ Village!] [Pop. 98 [Residents] Underscore ToaK Luroka Pulse Aiwendil Quisoves Pugnat Blade Jag18 Unit Blizzard Ehks [rules] Follow bzp rules. No betrayal of any form. Multiplayer hangs have been temporary suspended, do not attempt. Don't reveal the existance of PM unless I make an exception. Pulse Trijhak Due to the game's "twist" I cannot implement more until the game starts. This is my take on XV; nightmare should I hosted that.

Screw it, I'm doing it.

I want to make a mafia game that feels like Lloyd's, just without the leaving on day one thing. In fact, I already have the ending for it. >inb4 can't host. >inb4 no >inb4 Pupwa can't inb4 >inb4 your Lloyd >inb4 inb4

0/20 I have to hurry so uhhhhhh Dead.