Escape From Trump Tower [GAME OVER]

#2651

NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 5:25 am Sloonei over soneji is not equal, soneji flipped was the (presumably one and only) mafia PR.

#2652

only scum forgets things

#2653

Soneji literally flipped mafia PR what

#2654

then what’s the point of the post? You know it, I know it, I guess this applies to both town and mafia

#2655

JUST CONFESS

#2656

I didn’t forget it? I was literally pointing it out to you lol

#2657

112 just lurking

Nanook repeatedly lol ing

Nanook gonna kill me if it’s not him

#2658

NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 9:49 pm I didn’t forget it? I was literally pointing it out to you lol

You literally asked if the scum PR was dead.

#2659

You know 112 is the right choice you’re just insistent on tunneling me for whatever reason

Which is stupid cause this started at a point when we had the exact same vote history but whatever

#2660

Whatever. It’s just a game.

#2661

NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 9:50 pm You know 112 is the right choice you’re just insistent on tunneling me for whatever reason

Which is stupid cause this started at a point when we had the exact same vote history but whatever

this is all true

#2662

This is what I get for using question marks to indicate tone I guess

#2663

Such a stupid ending. I’m town, I hope to fuck there wasn’t a town PR and you’re just mafia

#2664

[mention]112[/mention]
[mention]NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME[/mention]
[mention]TonyStarkPrime[/mention]

I'm locking the thread until 10:00.

#2665

good game guys

#2666

thanks for hosting gman

#2667

AMERICAN HEART
Sunday, March 8th, 2020
7:30 p.m. EST

This time things were different. Rather than counting the votes before eating, Chelsea, Glenn, and Hillary were instructed to vote but then eat. It was the most awkward dinner in the penthouse since Glenn showed up a few months back. Even then, the others had developed a rapport with each other. Even in a room full of political rivals, this torture show proved that civility and empathy could endure even in the most awful of conditions. If not for the events of the last week, reminiscing on it could be almost heartwarming.

But this was no place for the touchy-feely. Someone had to die after this meal, and the anticipation made yet an otherwise gourmet affair feel like a lousy fast food run all the way through. There was no discussion. There was no speculation on the upcoming primaries. There was nothing remotely close to touchy-feely.

The final three exchanged nervous glances as their eating grew more erratic. When the silverware wasn't clinking on the china, they could hear the taunting tick-tock of the clock. It was cruel, and Barron was sure to be enjoying every minute of it.

*tick*

*clink*

*tock*

*chew*

*tick*

*clink*

*tock*

*chew*

*tick*

*clink*

*tock*

*chew*

Hillary let out a sigh, drawing the nervous stares of the other two. She raised her hands slightly, as if to apologize for breaking the decorum of the moment.

*tick*

*clink*

*tock*

*chew*

*tick*

*clink*

*tock*

*chew*

When the meal was done, they rose from their seats and moved over to the vote box. It didn't take long to lay out the votes and seal their fate.

"I'm sorry," Glenn said, "but I hope it's you."

Hillary walked out into the hallway, where most of the others had been dispatched. She tried to carry herself with as much dignity as possible.

Tears filled Chelsea's eyes as she watched her mother take her final steps.

Hillary turned to face them. Her bracelets hummed and turned red. The others sighed. Then the bracelets started flashing. Hillary saw numbers counting down on them. That couldn't possibly be good.

"Who's ready to go out with a bang?" Barron's voice said, piercing the silence of the moment.

The blast doors started to come down as the countdown concluded. The bracelets detonated, the shockwave of them tearing the former president and First Lady's torso in two.

"Dammit," Glenn groaned as the blast doors closed the rest of the way. "All this time it was-"

But he never finished his last sentence. Chelsea struck him over the head with a large stock pot. Glenn fell to the floor and Chelsea made sure she finished the job.

When it was all finished, she slid to the floor and sobbed. She hadn't wanted to kill these people, but she the brainwashing made it impossible to resist.

"Thank you," Barron said. "Now you get to enjoy a solitary life while my brother and family return to prominence. Just imagine- if we can convince the entire world that you and your former associates are all dead, who can possibly stand in our way? Political rivals? Supreme Court justices? Foreign heads of state? No. We are unstoppable. We are Trumps. Thank you for your service."

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NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME IS DEAD. HE WAS...

Spoiler: show

TONYSTARKPRIME IS DEAD. HE WAS...

Spoiler: show

112 IS VICTORIOUS. SHE IS...

Spoiler: show

THE MAFIA HAVE WON THE GAME.

#2668

I hate this game

#2669

Pins and needles, I'm at the edge of my seat

Oh wow amazing win [mention]112[/mention] !

#2670

TonyStarkPrime wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:03 pm I hate this game

I'm so sorry, you did fine! Don't sweat it. It was a weird game!

Congrats, 112!

#2671

We were so, so close

#2672

112 is clearly the GOAT.

#2673

Congrats everyone on a highly entertaining game.

Was super fun to spectate. And G your writeups are gold!

Hard luck town, but you were always so close!

#2674

TonyStarkPrime wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:03 pm I hate this game

The curse is real and I wish I knew why.

#2675

CHARACTER ROLES:
112 = Chelsea Clinton
DrWilgy = Wes Boyd
Dyslexicon = Sidney Blumenthal
Epi = Debbie Wasserman Schultz
Funnygurl = Lawrence O'Donnell
Jack = David Koch
Long Con = Ted Cruz
M Plus 7 = Pamela Brown
Mac = Shaun Donovan
NANOOK = Hillary Clinton
Scirrus = Bill Clinton
Sloonei = Charles Koch
Soneji = Jeb Bush
Sprityo/Juliets = Arnold Schwarzenegger
Tony/nova = Glenn Beck

MAFIA TEAM:
112 - Chelsea Clinton
Sloonei - Charles Koch
Soneji - Jeb Bush

THIRD PARTY:
Dyslexicon - Sidney Blumenthal

POWER ROLES:
Dyslexicon = THE KEYMASTER
Soneji = THE PARLIAMENTARIAN
Tony/nova = THE SUPERDELEGATE

POWER DESCRIPTION: The Parliamentarian

You are part of the mafia team. Each day, you will be able to set a restriction on night post activity. You may limit all players to anywhere between ten and twenty posts for the night phase. You may only use each limit level, ten through twenty, once all game. Players who violate the night phase posting limit will be stripped of their vote the following day phase. You must submit your posting limit request before the end of the day phase.

POWER DESCRIPTION: The Superdelegate

You are a civvie power role. Each night, you may select two players. The following day phase, their vote values will be increased. You may increase one players vote value by a magnitude of one half, making their vote worth one and one-half vote. The other player will see their vote value doubled. You get to choose which player receives which vote value increase. You may not enhance the vote value of any player for a second time until all living players have had their vote values increased. You may not increase your own vote value until all other living players have had their vote value increased.

POWER DESCRIPTION: The Keymaster

Your role is an independent third party. In this game, each player has been assigned a room number. You only know your room number, and you are the only player in the game that knows which room number has been assigned to them. Your wincon is to get three players locked inside their rooms at the same time. Each night you may attempt to lock a player of your choice inside their room. If their room has already been unlocked by the night poll, then you will not be able to lock their door for the remainder of the game. If their room has not been unlocked yet, then they will be locked inside their room until one of three things happens.

If their door is unlocked by the night poll, then they will rejoin the game. If you are lynched or nightkilled, it will trigger a release of poison gas in their room, killing them. If you are able to lock three people inside their rooms, then poison gas will be released in each of those rooms, killing those three players and fulfilling your wincon. If your door remains lockable at this time, then you will be able to lock yourself inside, marking your exit from the game. If your door has been unlocked by the night poll, then you must remain in the game, exposed as the Keymaster. If this occurs, then you will be able to attempt locking one person in their room each night.

Locking someone in their room will prevent them from being killed by the mafia, as well as having any night power used on or against them. They will also be removed from the lynch poll for the duration of their stay inside their room. Players locked inside their room will be able to post for the first twenty-four hours of the day phase and for the first twelve hours of the night phase. Players locked in their room will be able to cast their vote during the first twenty-four hours of the day phase.

You cannot be lynched on Day One, and you cannot be killed by the mafia until you have either contributed to the lynching of a member of the mafia or until you have locked up a member of the mafia. You will not be told if you have locked up a member of the mafia.

DOOR NUMBER ASSIGNMENTS:
Door 1 = Funnygurl
Door 2 = Mac
Door 3 = Tony/Nova
Door 4 = Dyslexicon
Door 5 = NANOOK (unlocked)
Door 6 = Sloonei
Door 7 = Long Con
Door 8 = Jack
Door 9 = Scirrus
Door 10 = 112
Door 11 = Epi
Door 12 = Sprityo/Julets (unlocked)
Door 13 = DrWilgy
Door 14 = M Plus 7
Door 15 = Soneji

LETTER ASSINGMENTS:
Door 1 R, X
Door 2 N
Door 3 F, U
Door 4 Q, T
Door 5 L
Door 6 H, V
Door 7 I
Door 8 S, W
Door 9 A
Door 10 J, O
Door 11 E, Z
Door 12 C, K
Door 13 D, P
Door 14 G, M
Door 15 B, Y

#2676

Idk what I could’ve done differently in f3. I regret killing mp before 112, tbh I thought it was that or me tho so

#2677

At least Mac and I death tunneled each other as town, that was new and fun.

#2678

they had us in the first half, not gonna lie

#2679

Thank you for playing everyone. As always, it was a strange and exciting trip.

#2680

I find it hilarious that Chelsea and Hillary were F3.

#2681

Thanks for the game G-Man!

#2682

Good game. Played that f3 on hard mode by killing me though lol.

#2683

GG scum!

#2684

MacDougall wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:14 pm Good game. Played that f3 on hard mode by killing me though lol.

I don't know why I was more confident going up against Tony/Nanook than anything else, but it worked.

#2685

MORNING IN... AMERICA? (Part 1)
Thursday, March 12th, 2020
8:30 p.m. EST

Chelsea Clinton was sick of hearing about Donald Trump Jr.'s big night on Tuesday. He won five states to Mitt Romney's one. The other candidates were scrambling to decide whether it was best to drop out and throw their support to Romney or hang on for one or two statement victories. If she could turn the TV sets off, she would have. But no, this was Barron's way of gloating and rubbing her powerlessness in her face.

She sobbed as she walked down the hallway to her room. When she paused to collect herself, she heard the door next to her unlock and slide open.

"Hello there," Sidney said and threw a small but heavy bag into her arms. "Hold these for a minute and follow me. It's time to turn the tables." He walked right past her with so much conviction that Chelsea stood stunned still in the middle of the hallway. "Well don't just stand there," he chastised. "They're going to know something is up too soon if we don't act fast."

Chelsea were unsure what to make of Sidney's determination, but s followed him anyway.

"Open that up and give me one," he said. Out of the bag came a strange looking metal device.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"No time to explain," Sidney said. "We've only got a few minutes before security catches on to us and shuts us down. I'm pretty sure we all die if that happens."

Sidney plugged the device into one of the kitchen outlets and flipped a switch. It started humming.

"To the den," Sidney barked.

"Who's going to kill us?" Chelsea asked.

"The guards, of course!"

"Why?"

"Wake up! Do you really think little Trump is going to let us live? He's hellbent on revenge. What happens when he grows bored with us or if his brother loses the election? It's lights out for us, that's what."

After plugging four more of the odd devices into various outlets throughout the penthouse, Sidney strolled back to his room. He smiled at her.

"Now we wait."

"What happens now?" she asked as the droning hum grew louder.

"If everything goes according to plan, we create another blackout."

Sure enough, Sidney's contraptions worked. The humming grew louder and louder, until it was almost unbearable. Then a shower of sparks erupted from each one, followed by a series of booming noises within the walls and floor. No sooner did the lights go out and the skyline disappeared once again, Sidney was on his feet.

"Move!" he shouted. "Into Hillary's room!"

Through the dark, they scrambled, almost tripping over each other's anxious footfalls.

"Ten more seconds!" Sidney shouted. "Don't block the door or this will all be for nothing."

As they piled into Hillary's room, a familiar groaning sound was heard. The emergency window covers slid down into place, the blast doors sealed the major rooms, and the bedroom doors all slid shut. The sound of the locking mechanisms engaging flowed up the hallway and past them.

"Don't touch the door yet" Sidney whispered.

"What's going on, Sidney?" she asked.

"It's a lockdown," he explained, "but not like the normal ones. I just took out the power; hopefully for a long while. Only non-electrical systems are working right now. It's only happened three other times while I've been here. Friends, we're getting out of here."

"What are you talking about? The doors are locked."

"Not this one," Sidney said. "I tested it the other night. The night votes disable the locking mechanism completely. It's a glitch that little shit didn't think through. Emergency lockdown still relies on the main locking system."

"Well then why don't we take position out in the hallway?"

"Because there are weight sensors in the hallway floor."

"How do you know there aren't any in here and we're all just sitting ducks now?"

"Because I tested it out the other night during the blackout. If there were weight sensors in our room floors, then they would have known that I was out of place and they'd have come looking for me. In five minutes, a crew will come up here to restock and also to sort out the problem. When the supply elevator door opens, they'll come up this hallway first. That's when we jump them and make our escape."

"Are you sure about this?" Chelsea asked.

"I've been studying the resupply patterns for two goddamn years," Sidney said. "I think I know what I am talking about. Now get down."

They waited in silence...

#2686

i did not have sexual relations with that woman

Also I can't believe our daughter betrayed us. Really rude of you Chelsea tbh

#2687

Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:19 pm i did not have sexual relations with that woman

Also I can't believe our daughter betrayed us. Really rude of you Chelsea tbh

I told them you were town, Dad.

#2688

Could be cause Tony was saying "I'm only killing Nanook ever," that might increase your confidence

#2689

I’m sorry scirrus

#2690

MORNING IN... AMERICA? (Part 2)
Thursday, March 12th, 2020
8:44 p.m. EST

Almost on cue, they heard the squeak of the service elevator opening. They couldn't tell how many people stepped out, but several sets of footfalls moved up the hallway toward them.

"We only get one chance at this," Sidney whispered. "Take out the first person you come to and check them for a sidearm. Stay low after that so we don't shoot each other."

"But Sidney," Chelsea whispered, but Sidney raised his hand, signaling for both silence and preparation to act.

They pressed their hands against the door and made ready to slide it aside. The sound of voices had receded further up the hallway, but they heard a lone set of footsteps coming toward them. Everyone took in a deep breath as the footsteps began to pass their room.

Sidney's hand dropped. The door slid open. Chelsea drove her head into the guard's midsection and took him to the ground. After a quick scan for any others, Sidney lunged at the guard as well. He kicked the man's temple with all his might, crouched down, and snapped his neck.

Chelsea came away with a modest pistol and an extra magazine of ammo.

"Save your bullets unless it's absolutely necessary," Sidney cautioned. Chelsea nodded in compliance.

The nearest of Sidney's devices had been in the his own room, but the door was still shut. They moved swiftly but silently to the dining room first. The den was too big to gain an advantage, and they needed another gun quickly before making for the service elevator.

Sure enough, a guard had taken a sloppy position while monitoring a service technician's work. Sidney wrapped his hands around the man's head from behind, pushed on the back of the guard's left knee to destabilize him, and slammed his head into the corner of the marble counter with a moist thud. Chelsea pistol-whipped the technician, and they assessed the tools at their disposal.

"Do we change into their uniforms?" she asked.

"Not enough time," Sidney said, checking his newly-acquired pistol's clip. "The elevator. Let's move."

They took out one more guard on the way to the elevator and left anyone else in the penthouse to discover their absence and carnage on their own. They pulled the elevator door shut and Sidney pressed the button for the lowest floor. Chelsea leaned back and sighed in relief.

"Don't get comfortable my dear," Sidney cautioned. "This won't take long."

"We're in the penthouse, Sidney," she said. "It's going to be a long ride down."

At that moment, as if to mock her confidence, the elevator came to a rest. Fear flashed in Chelsea's eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"This isn't Trump Tower," Sidney shot back.

"Then where are we?"

"I don't know," Sidney said as the door started to open, "but we're going to find out soon enough. Cover me!"

#2691

I hope when I bleed town next game y'all can see it

You guys being close to lynching 112 before me on D4 makes me crie in hindsight lol

Maybe I switch up my playstyle tho idk. Not that I have any idea what I would change lol. Besides being less busy maybe

#2692

MORNING IN... AMERICA? (Part 3)
Thursday, March 12th, 2020
8:53 p.m. EST

Chelsea couldn't help but slow down as they ran across the warehouse floor. She looked up in bewilderment at an enormous array of LED screens wrapping around the three stories of what she had believed to be the Trump Tower penthouse. There were weather machines as well, to complete the ruse as wind and precipitation warranted it. The screens came back to life, showing the dazzling New York nighttime skyline. Lights switched on inside the phony penthouse. It was all too surreal.

"Chelsea," Sidney shouted from the other side of the warehouse, "get moving before they realize we're out!"

It was all the motivation she needed. She quickly caught up to Sidney and they left the main warehouse.

Weapons drawn, they moved down dingy hallways. They could smell the kitchen where their meals had been prepared. Sidney held his free hand up as they came to a T-junction. He motioned to Chelsea and they took position opposite each other. On his cue, they both took a step out into the hallway, Sidney taking a knee to go low and Chelsea remaining upright to go high. Nobody was in the hallway in either direction.

"Look," she said, motioning down Sidney's end of the hallway. A small pool of light was on the floor, showing the presence of a door or window just down the hall.

"That's our ticket out of here," Sidney said.

At the end of the hallway, they discovered the light was brighter than they thought. The doorway was blocked, but there were no guards. They removed enough of the blockade to force the door open wide enough to slip out and into morning daylight and frosty air. Without coats, the cold tightened them up and slowed them down just a bit before adrenaline took over again.

With no one else in sight, the ran up a narrow alley, looking for a better route away from their former prison. They saw other warehouses and industrial buildings, most looking aged at best and dilapidated at worst.

"Listen," Sidney said. In the stillness of the morning they could here both a low rumbling and the high squeal of metal on metal. "Trains, and quite a few of them. This way!"

Chelsea followed Sidney up another alley. As they approached a proper road, they saw shabby apartment buildings and a few outdated automobiles.

"To the left," Sidney said. "Try not to look too desperate. We're out in the open now until we can find that transit hub."

Desperation was hard to hold back as alarms rang out behind them. They marched up to another T-junction and tried to act naturally as a car drove by.

"Over there," Sidney said, nodding across the street. "By the sound of it, that walking path should lead us right to it."

Not exactly. The path itself, they found led over top a massive hub of tracks. They had to climb over a fence and slide down a hill to reach the rail yard. A mixture of freight and transit locomotives were in various states of rest and movement.

"Where in God's name are we?" Chelsea asked, out of breath.

"The Cyrillic doesn't give it away? Look there," Sidney said, pointing to a flag. "White, blue, and red horizontal bars. My dear, we've been in Russia this whole time. One guess as to who set Barron up with his little house of horrors."

"Now what?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious," Sidney replied as he looked back and forth through the rail yard. He saw one that struck his fancy and motioned for Chelsea to follow him. "We've got a train to catch." He slid a door open enough for them to climb in.

"Why this one?" she asked.

"Because it's heading west. If we're in Russia, there's nothing for us if we head east but China if we're lucky and Siberian tundra if we're not."

"I wonder where this train is heading to," Chelsea said.

"We'll find out soon enough," Sidney said. "Regardless, it's a step closer to home. We've got to get back and stop the Trumps from taking over America."

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Will Chelsea Clinton and Sidney Blumenthal find their way to freedom and prevent the Trumps from taking over America?

Find out in...

ESCAPE FROM RUSSIA

...the FINAL chapter in my politics-themed series!

#2693

/in to Escape from Russia

#2694

Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:25 pm I hope when I bleed town next game y'all can see it

You guys being close to lynching 112 before me on D4 makes me crie in hindsight lol

Maybe I switch up my playstyle tho idk. Not that I have any idea what I would change lol. Besides being less busy maybe

You were a pleasure! We sort of found each other at times at least, haha.

#2695

Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:32 pm /in to Escape from Russia

Same.

#2696

I am heading to bed. If you have any questions, use the mention tag and I will answer them tomorrow.

#2697

M Plus 7 wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:33 pm
Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:25 pm I hope when I bleed town next game y'all can see it

You guys being close to lynching 112 before me on D4 makes me crie in hindsight lol

Maybe I switch up my playstyle tho idk. Not that I have any idea what I would change lol. Besides being less busy maybe
You were a pleasure! We sort of found each other at times at least, haha.

Ty M+, you were a pleasure to play with as well!

I appreciated your activity and WIM for sure

#2698

Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:37 pm
M Plus 7 wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:33 pm
Scirrus wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:25 pm I hope when I bleed town next game y'all can see it

You guys being close to lynching 112 before me on D4 makes me crie in hindsight lol

Maybe I switch up my playstyle tho idk. Not that I have any idea what I would change lol. Besides being less busy maybe
You were a pleasure! We sort of found each other at times at least, haha.
Ty M+, you were a pleasure to play with as well! I appreciated your activity and WIM for sure

Well... those are things I tend to have when I'm not insanely swamped with other things, haha. Let's play again sometime!

#2699

Thanks [mention]G-Man[/mention] for the game! Your setup and flavor were both very well done!

#2700

M Plus 7 wrote: ↑Thu Jun 18, 2020 10:37 pm Well... those are things I tend to have when I'm not insanely swamped with other things, haha. Let's play again sometime!

Ok but how do I get my name in a pink color cause I'll do anything kthx+please

Who is the final killer?