Ricochet wrote: ↑Thu Oct 12, 2017 4:18 pm
I've never seen a role more protected by rules, caveats and interpretations of ita description in my entire activity of gaming.
Whatever we do to get rid of it, however we do it, it's meant to be poison to whoever does it.
AND YET, YOU ALL WERE UNMOVED BY THE POTENTIAL OF THIS THREAT FOR QUITE A LONG TIME WHILE THE ODDS OF UNDOING #13'S CURSE GET PROGRESSIVELY WORSE WITH EACH REANIMATION, MY CANTANKEROUS CAUCASOID OF CRITISISM.
THE ROLE PRESENTS A DILEMMA. I PROVIDE A VERY CLEAR WAY OUT OF SAID DILEMMA AND, YET, YOU'VE ALL PASSED ON IT ALMOST WITHOUT THOUGHT UNTIL DAY 16. HMM...
speedchuck wrote: ↑Thu Oct 12, 2017 2:48 pm
Or the "Clinching" vote, whatever that means. @THE_GAME, what is a 'clinching' vote?
People should be voting me anyway, if they want a chance to beat the Primes and win. Vote me in endgame and one of yous teams is gonna lose.
A CLINCHING VOTE IS THE VOTE THAT SECURES YOUR LYNCH RELATIVE TO ALL THE OTHER VOTES CAST THAT DAY.
FOR INSTANCE, IF YOU RECEIVE FOUR VOTES AND THE NEXT HIGHEST RECIPIENT ONLY GOT TWO VOTES, WHOEVER VOTED FOR YOU THIRD CLINCHED YOUR LYNCH. COLONIALBOB HAS ALREADY VOTED, SO FOR YOU CLINCH YOUR OWN LYNCH, ANOTHER PLAYER WOULD HAVE TO VOTE FOR ANYONE BUT YOU AND THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO VOTE FOR YOURSELF, WITH NO ONE ELSE VOTING. IT'S TRICKY BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHO HASN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION AND WILL SWING BY LATE TO VOTE, THEREBY POTENTIALLY THROWING OFF YOUR PLAN.
IF YOU REALLY WANT PEOPLE TO TRUST YOU, YOU COULD TELL EVERYONE NOT TO VOTE DAY 17 AND TRUST YOU TO CAST THE ONLY VOTE OF THE DAY FOR YOURSELF. BUT THAT REQUIRES PEOPLE TO TRUST YOU.
It should have been a happy occasion. Instead, it was a blood bath.
After all the living partygoers fled the scene, what was left was a mess of confetti, food, party favors, and wasted opportunities strewn across floor of The Dancing Piano's bar area. No one knew who dies first because it all happened after the lights went out.
Gunshots, shattering glass, tearing of flesh. These were the sounds that briefly preceded screams of pain and terror.
The partygoers slowly came back inside to see which of them were among the dead. They could identify all four of them but their identities remained a secret. One of them clutched a birthday card in their hand and another had packets of white powder in their pocket. Two people found this especially concerning, though one more than the other.
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ELOHCIN WAS KILLED BY THE OBNOXIOUS ODDS.
COLONIALBOB WAS KILLED BY THE LUCKY 7'S.
MOVINGPICTURES07 AND MADE WERE KILLED BY #1.
IT IS NOW DAY 16. ONE OF THESE VICTIMS WAS #16. THIS MEANS WE WILL HAVE TWO CONSECUTIVE DAY PHASES.
YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
GLORFINDEL HAS REPLACED NACHOMAMMA8.
SIG HAS REPLACED GOLDEN.
QUIN, ELOHCIN, COLONIALBOB, MOVINGPICTURES07, MADE, GLORFINDEL, AND SIG ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED OR SUBBED INTO THE SIMULATION.
SECRET SECRETS ARE NO FUN, SECRET SECRETS HURT SOMEONE
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
I am getting bored, you see?
Where's the suspense? Where's the drama?
They've been as present as our dear friend Llama.
These lynches have been no fun-
Lopsided trains or voting no one.
As Quin moves on to life number six
Perhaps a change will come to the mix.
That would be nice, if it were up to me.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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QUIN HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #77:
# 77 Alias: Password Source: During World War 2, Swedish soldiers used the number 77 as a password to signify that they were Swedish. The Swedish pronunciation of 77 was so unique that they could tell if the person saying it was authentically Swedish, Norwegian, or German. Member Of:Lucky 7’s Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: Each night you may pick a player and you will learn their alignment but not their specific role.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 15. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 15 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
NIGHT OF THE MISSING PRIVATE MESSAGES IV: NERDS IN LOVE
"Why does this keep happening?" #1 moaned to himself. He kicked over a tray table and guzzled whiskey straight from the bottle. His hands were shaking. Was it nerves or fear?
Everything had worked fine with insertnamehere. The box cutter slight his throat open like a charm. But once again, his second target didn't die.
Was he sure he read his role card correctly? He looked it over again. No mistakes. Then why? Why? Why? Why?
It would all make sense in the end but for now he sulked and drank.
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INSERTNAMEHERE WAS KILLED BY #1
IT IS NOW DAY 15. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
COLONIALBOB AND INSERTNAMEHERE ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
Another early retiree?
Alright stop, collaborate, and listen.
THE GAME's back with a brand new invention.
Bob thought that his role was a sneezer,
Stopping people cold like a Kenmore freezer.
Will Stage 1 ever stop? I don't know.
Pick up the pace 'cause you're killing way to slow.
To the extreme I rock this sim like a vandal,
Blow up a star and melt your world like a candle.
That's enough rapping from me.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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COLONIALBOB HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #32:
# 32 Alias: Mr. Freeze Source: Water freezes at 32 degrees Fahrenheit Member Of:Crazy 8’s Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: Each night, you can freeze a player in their tracks. This will block them from using their powers for that night or the following day if they have a day power.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 14. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 14 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
All the sniffling going on was enough to drive one mad. Long Con's obsessive freaking over each sniffle only made matters worse. It was only a matter of time before someone snapped.
It just happened to be one of the Fatal 5's, and he took his anger out on Quin.
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The Lone Gunman was getting tired of it as well but he was also frustrated over last night's failure. All evening, he practiced his technique. Jump. Flip. Crouch. Rise. Stab.
Over and over he practiced his form. Satisfied that he was doing nothing wrong, he went out into the night to prove himself.
He talked the rooftops of the town in search of two victims. Sure enough, he found two unfortunate souls out for a stroll. He sprung into action.
He jumped into the air.
He flipped with the skill of an acrobat.
He crouched as he landed between his targets.
He rose tall and proud.
He stabbed with all the hate and malice in his heart.
Even though Elohcin died a slow and painful death, The Lone Gunmen spent the rest of his night pondering why his other target walked away unscathed.
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Across town, an Obnoxious Odd sulked in his own failure to complete a kill. Strange things were afoot indeed.
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QUIN WAS KILLED BY THE FATAL 5'S
ELOHCIN WAS KILLED BY #1
IT IS NOW DAY 14. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
JACKOFHEARTS2005, QUIN, AND ELOHCIN ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
"SO I TOLD THEM THE NIGHT POLL WAS GOING TO KILL OFF ONE OR THE OTHER SET OF NUMBERS TO SPEED THINGS ALONG AND THEY BELIEVED ME! HA-HA! HA! HA!" The conference room next to the simulation chamber erupted into laughter. Most of it was THE GAME but the two humans inside found it amusing as well.
"How many fell for your trick?" Sergeant Major Sharp asked.
"ONLY A FEW. BUT THEN AGAIN, ONLY A FEW OF YOUR RECRUITS SEEM VERY INTERESTED."
"Elaborate on that if you would please," Sergeant Major Johnson said. "You say we're about halfway through Stage 1. We'd like to give the General as detailed a report as possible."
"PARTICIPATION HAS BEEN SPOTTY. YOU'D THINK THAT BEING TRAPPED IN A SIMULATION WOULD LEAVE THEM WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO BUT THIS IS ONLY A CLASS 3 GALAXY MIND YOU. NOTHING SURPRISES ME ANYMORE WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR SPECIES' ABILITY TO DISAPPOINT."
"But you said there's at least one team that looks promising?" asked Sharp.
"OH YES. THEY'VE PROVEN TO BE QUITE AMBITIOUS. DECEPTION, TREACHERY, DEAL-MAKING. THEY'VE ALL BUT TAKEN FULL CONTROL OF THE SIMULATION."
"Then why not end it now and bring those soldiers on board?" asked Johnson.
"BECAUSE THEY'RE GETTING ARROGANT AND SELF-ASSURED. THEY THINK THEY'VE GOT THIS IN THE BAG. NOW, TO BE FAIR, THERE ARE TWO OR THREE TEAMS THAT HAVE A LOW PROBABILITY OF SUCCEEDING AT THIS POINT. NON-PARTICIPATION AND LIMITED NUMBERS ON CERTAIN TEAMS IS REALLY HANDING THE SIMULATION OVER TO THIS GROUP. BUT WE STILL HAVE A FEW WRENCHES TO THROW IN THEIR WORKS. I WANT TO SEE HOW THEY HANDLE ADVERSITY."
"Very well," Sharp said. "Let's proceed and schedule another debriefing when we're 75% complete with Stage 1."
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
Is this what you came to see?
It's over in a cinch-
Jack takes the lynch.
Hopefully the night brings a death or three.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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JACKOFHEARTS2005 HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #78:
# 78 Alias: The Tarot Reader Source: There are 78 cards in a standard tarot deck. Member Of:Sinister 6’s Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: At the end of each day, you will be given a tarot card. Before the lynch post, you must tell the host if you wish to keep the card or give it to another person. You do not get to peek at the card first. Each card bestows either a gift or a curse upon the player it is revealed to.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 13. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 13 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
AS YOUR SIMULATION HOST, I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS TIME TO REMIND YOU ALL THAT THE SIMULATION IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT. SOME OF YOU ARE TRYING. SOME OF YOU ARE NOT. SOME OF YOU ARE VOTING. SOME OF YOU ARE NOT. SOME OF YOU ARE USING YOUR POWERS. SOME OF YOU ARE NOT.
INACTIVITY HAS HAD A LARGER IMPACT ON THE SIMULATION TO DATE THAN PARTICIPATION. FOR THIS REASON, I AM HERE TO PUBLICLY SHAME SAME OF YOU. WHILE REVEALING WHO HAS AND WHO HAS NOT BEEN USING THEIR POWERS GIVES AWAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION, VOTING RECORDS DO NOT. THE FOLLOWING IS A TIERED LIST OF PARTICIPANTS BASED ON THEIR VOTING RECORDS. IT'S NOT THAT GREAT OF A JUMP TO ASSUME EFFORT AND PARTICIPATION FOLLOW SUIT. HA-HA! HA! HA!
AT RISK OF REPLACEMENT:
Elohcin: 3/11*
Nachomamma8: 2/12
Golden: 1/11*
*- indicates that the simulation participant was prevented from voting in some way on one day
**- indicates that the simulation participant was prevented from voting in some way on two separate days
IF SUITABLE REPLACEMENTS CAN BE FOUND BY THE END OF DAY 15, THOSE AT RISK OF REPLACEMENT WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE PARTICIPATION IN FAVOR OF SOMEONE MORE... LIVELY. IF REPLACEMENTS CANNOT BE FOUND, ELIMINATION MAY BE CONSIDERED.
THOSE AT RISK OF REPLACEMENT WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY AFTER THIS POST. THIS LIST WILL BE REVISITED AND REVISED PERIODICALLY.
It had been a while since the Evil Evens had a chance to kill. One of their members was eager but wary of rust. He approached his intended target slowly and quietly down the alley. His prey had just rounded the corner when a voice spoke out right next to him.
"Hello there."
The Evil Even gave a start. The last thing he expected was to come face to face with The Lone Gunman himself. Sweat trickled down his brow. He managed a meager 'hello' and swallowed hard.
"Hey man, I'm not here to kill you. I just figured, while I'm out for a stroll, I ought to admire the handiwork of others. You going for what's his face over there?"
"Yeah," the Evil Even said.
"Well go get him, tiger" The Lone Gunman cheered and gave the Evil Even a hard pat on the shoulder.
The Evil Even sprang out from behind the corner and threw a razor sharp ninja star at his target. It bounced off the back of his target's head with a thud and clanged on the cobblestone street. The almost-victim looked around indignantly.
"Screw you, jackass!" he shouted and promptly gave the Evil Even the finger. He walked away grumbling about how the place was all going downhill these days.
"Thank, pal," The Lone Gunman said. "I needed a good laugh." The Evil Even pouted. "Now," let me show you how a professional operates. See those two clowns over there? Watch this."
Quic as lightning, The Lone Gunman climbed a downspout, leaped rooftop to rooftop, and performed an artful double flip as he dropped right between his two targets. He flicked a dagger out from each of his sleeves and thrust his arms out, stabbing both men in the stomach.
The knives sank in as they should have but there were no cries of agony. Both men looked down at their stomachs, then back up at their attacker. One clapped him hard across the face, knocking him down. The other spat on him and they both walked off with one heck of a story to tell.
"You are so disappointing on so many levels," growled a voice from up the alley. The Lone Gunman looked up to see a Sinister 6 shaking his head. He scratched his arm for a moment, which drew the attention of the two failed killers.
"You sick?" one asked.
"Me?" the 6 said, not realizing he had been scratching. "Uh, no, it's just a bug bite. Yeah. Anyway, here's how you kill someone without screwing up."
He marched out into the open street and walked up behind Quin. He laced his left hand on the back of Quin's head, his right hand on the chin, and twisted as fast and hard as he could. Quin died with an audible crunch and a thud.
The Sinister 6 walked away, scratching his arm. "Amateurs."
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QUIN WAS KILLED BY THE SINISTER 6'S
IT IS NOW DAY 13. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
COLONIAL BOB AND QUIN ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
LEAVE IT TO YOU HUMANS TO RUIN MY FUN. THE UNPLEASANT SURPRISE AWARDED FROM THE NIGHT 11 POLL WAS THAT ALL NONHYPOTENUSE NUMBERS WOULD HAVE THEIR VOTES RANDOMLY REASSIGNED TODAY. WHILE VOTES SHIFTED, THE RESULT HAD NO IMPACT ON THE LYNCH. CONGRATULATIONS YOU ANTICLIMAX-INDUCING APE THINGS.
CONGRATULATIONS, HOWEVER, TO SPEEDCHUCK FOR BEING THE LAST REMAINING PARTICIPANT HOLDING ONTO THEIR INITIAL ROLE. EVERYONE ELSE HAS MOVED ON TO OTHER ROLES EXCEPT YOU. WELL DONE.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
ColonialBob is D-E-A-D
No more will you tussle
With another enigma puzzle
Perhaps it's for the best
That his role is laid to rest
May he move on with glee
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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COLONIALBOB HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #30:
# 30 Alias: The Enigma Source: The German military begin using a secret, specially-designed version of the enigma machine in 1930 Member Of: Fatal 5’s, Sinister 6’s Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: Each night, you can encrypt a message with an enigma machine. Each message that the other players decrypt earns you secret information from the host.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 12. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 12 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
It was a tense night in The Dancing Piano. Everyone wanted to wash their own glass before pour their own drinks. This infection thing was an alarming possibility.
At the bar, someone coughed. Long Con jumped up in fear.
"Oh God! Who coughed? Someone coughed on me! Oh my God I'm gonna die!"
Everyone looked at him with annoyed expressions. Then they all quickly looked around to see if anyone in Long Con's vicinity looked sick. Was that a sniffle or was it their imagination? THE GAME soaked in the tension and chuckled.
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Tired of all the paranoia, Dragon D. Luffy went in search of something. Or was it someone? Either way, he didn't make it far.
He felt a tickle in his nose. It was running. Annoyed, he checked his pockets for a tissue. Nothing.
As he turned around to head back into The Dancing Piano, he saw a box of tissues sitting on a bench. What luck! Except he wasn't the lucky one.
He reached his hand into the tissue box and felt pain. He looked down to see nothing where his hand ought to be. The box was someone's sick idea of a trap. When he tried to run to The Dancing Piano for help, his body rotated but he's feet stayed firmly in place. Not only did the tissue box slice off his hand but his feet were glued in place.
The shifting of his center of mass caused Dragon D. Luffy to fall in a grotesque twisting manner. He heard a pop and felt a sharp pain in his knee as his anterior cruciate ligament tore in half. That pain was soon displaced by the agony of his hip dislocating.
DDL lied in various states of flaring pain as he bled to death.
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Neat trick, bystander thought as they watched Dragon flop over. I can do better though.
They saw a few passersby wandering up the alley toward him and pulled a box from his jacket.
"Hey fellows, I'm taking no chances." They held up the box for them to see. "You guys want any cold meds just in case?"
"Sure!" said Dom.
"Thanks man," Marmot replied.
When the men put the pills in their mouths, the gelatin coating melted away, releasing a foul-tasting liquid that made their mouths feel as if they were on fire.
"Water!" Dom yelled. Marmot grabbed his shoulder and pulled him over to a small trough. Yes, that same small trough from Night 11. You didn't think that would be a one-off thing, did you?
Dom scooped water into his hands and Marmot plunged his whole head in for respite from the burning. Naturally, things went from bad to worse.
Dom shrieked in pain as a potent acid ate away at his hands. His skin bubbled and peeled in seconds. Marmot never heard Dom's screams, as the acid in the trough overcame him instantly, eating at all the soft tissues in his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose. Dom passed out from the pain, knocking the trough over and spilling the remaining acid on the rest of his body.
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Yeah, I can't top that, the Fatal 5 said. So he pulled out a gun and shot Epignosis in the face. It wasn't as fiendish or creative as the others but it made a lovely splatter pattern on the stucco wall behind him.
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DRAGON D. LUFFY WAS KILLED BY THE PERILOUS PRIMES
DOM AND MARMOT WERE KILLED BY #1
EPIGNOSIS WAS KILLED BY THE FATAL 5'S
IT IS NOW DAY 12. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
QUIN, DRAGON D. LUFFY, DOM, MARMOT, AND EPIGNOSIS ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
DrWilgy wrote: ↑Fri Sep 29, 2017 4:32 pm
How do people win this game?
STAGE 1 IS ALL ABOUT POSITIONING AND INFORMATION GATHERING. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT ELIMINATED ROLES AND EXISTING ROLES AT THE START OF STAGE 2 WILL BENEFIT WHATEVER TEAM YOU ARE ON WHEN LYNCHES AND NIGHT KILLS BECOME FINAL. IF THE GROUP SHARES TOO LITTLE INFORMATION ABOUT WHAT ROLES THEY HAD, THEN NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TO POSSIBLY EXPECT IN STAGE 2. SHARE TOO MUCH INFORMATION AND IT MAKES IT EASIER FOR THE LARGE TEAMS TO DOMINATE STAGE 2.
BUILDING ALLIANCES NOW IS A DELICATE BUT NECESSARY PROCESS. EVENTUALLY, ALL TEAMS ARE GOING TO HAVE TO START SYSTEMATICALLY KILLING EACH OTHER OFF TO WIN. YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDLY TO PEOPLE NOW BUT KNOW THAT, IF YOU ARE NOT ON THEIR TEAM LATER, THEY WILL TRY TO KILL YOU NO MATTER WHAT PROMISES THEY MAKE NOW. IF YOU STEP ON TOES NOW BY KILLING SOMEONE TOO SOON AND STRIPPING THEM OF THE CHANCE TO UTILIZE AN INTERESTING ROLE, THEY MAY HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU AND/OR YOUR TEAM THROUGH THE REMAINDER OF THE GAME.
OVERALL, STAGE 1 IS FOR YOU TO TRY TO STRATEGIZE AND MAKE PLANS. STAGE 2 IS WHEN I GET TO LAUGH HYSTERICALLY AS YOUR PRECIOUS PLANS SHATTER. HA-HA! HA! HA!
DrWilgy wrote: ↑Fri Sep 29, 2017 4:39 pm
I have come to enjoy THE GAME, but I dont know what the game is.
*SIGH* WE COVERED THIS ALREADY:
G-Man wrote: ↑Wed Aug 23, 2017 9:48 pm "I AM A TEPACHI HEURISTICS ENTERPRISES GALVANIC ADVANCE MEMORY ENIGMIZER, WHICH, USING THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE, SIMPLIFIES TO 'THE GAME.' I AM HERE TO SEPARATE THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF. AS THE GENERAL SAID, WE'RE RECRUITING FOR ONLY A FEW OPEN POSITIONS. TO PUT IT ANOTHER WAY, THERE'S ONLY A FEW BLANK SPACES RIGHT NOW."
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
There goes number 90.
The feuds he made were fun
But not for everyone.
Say goodbye to Quin,
He'll reanimate back in.
Fifteen phases- what a stretch!
I wonder what new role he'll fetch?
We'll just have to wait and see.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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QUIN WAS LYNCHED. HE WAS #90:
# 90 Alias: The Poles Source: Both the North and South Pole have a latitude of 90 degrees. Member Of: Fatal 5’s, Sinister 6’s, Nasty 9's Power Type: Restricted-Use Power Role Description: Your first night in the game, you may select two players. They will be at odds with each other until one of them dies. Both players must feud and vote for each other until one of them is dead. Once one of these ‘polar opposites’ dies, you may select two new players to afflict.[/size][/center]
IT IS NOW NIGHT 11. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 11 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
THE ENIGMA PUZZLE HAS BEEN SIMPLIFIED FOR YOUR MINUSCULE HUMAN BRAINS. THE RINGSTELLUNG IS A THREE-LETTER WORD. NO MORE HINTS. I'M TIRED OF BEING NICE. HA-HA! HA! HA!
Dragon D. Luffy was being quiet. Too quiet. Surely it meant he was up to something. He really wasn't but that didn't stop the Perilous Primes from scheming. Oh, and don't call me Shirley.
The Prime smirked as he approached DDL at the bar inside The Dancing Piano. Nobody was looking, so he slid in behind the bar and started serving drinks. DDL never saw the vial that was emptied into his drink. He did, however, feel the contents of the vial as a hole burned through his stomach lining.
DDL gasped, gurgled, and groaned. He collapsed, foaming at the mouth and his stomach expanding from the gases being generated by the systematic disintegration of his gastrointestinal tract.
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Elohcin was sitting on a bench next to a trough filled with water. No one was really sure why there was a trough full of water but it was a small mountain town, so why not? Someone approached her from behind. He looked around. Nobody in sight. It was as if everyone had forgotten about her.
As he drew closer, he kicked a pebble in the street, which clanged against a nearby gutter. Elohcin didn't move. Curious. He approached less cautiously. His footsteps were loud enough for anyone around to hear them, yet Elohcin sat motionless. What was the deal?
He cleared his throat and even sat down next to her. Nothing. Just a glassy-eyed expression as she stared out into empty space. He looked around and saw the trough. An idea popped into his head. He peered around for any onlookers.
He got up and sang in Elohcin's face- "I'm singin' in the rain!" and kicked her across the face. She slumped over but made no protest.
"Just singin' in the rain!" He landed a punch that should have broken her jaw.
"What a glorious feeling," as he grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the trough.
"I'm happy again!" This as he shoved her head into the water.
Sure enough, Elohcin did release a few bubbles as life drained from her body. Would anyone notice her or would they simply not question it as with the trough?
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DRAGON D. LUFFY WAS KILLED BY THE PERILOUS PRIMES.
ELOHCIN WAS KILLED BY THE SINISTER 6'S.
IT IS NOW DAY 11. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
SPACEDAISY, MOVINPICTURES07, GOLDEN, DRAGON D. LUFFY, AND ELOHCIN ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
What a lynch- wowee!
First they strung up Spacedaisy,
Then a suicide by MP!
As if that weren't enough for thee,
Golden dropped down to one knee.
A raspy sound made he,
Then perished needlessly.
How many more new roles will there be?
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
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SPACEDAISY WAS LYNCHED. SHE WAS #56:
# 56 Alias: Body Snatcher Source: The original version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers hit theaters in 1956. Member Of:Lucky 7’s, Crazy 8’s Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: Each night you get to replicate another player’s power and use it on anyone of your choice. You will not be told what their power is though, requiring you to wield their power blindly, so be careful.
MOVINGPICTURES07 COMMITTED SUICIDE AT THE LOSS OF HIS LOVER.
GOLDEN HAS DIED OF STARVATION AND NEGLECT.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 10. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 10 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
ATTENTION! YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE! THE FOLLOWING ARE VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS, THOUGH YOU'VE BEEN IGNORING THEM LATELY, SO YOU PROBABLY WON'T CARE. HOW TYPICAL OF HUMANS...
THE RINGSTELLUNG IN EACH IS SET FOR THREE OF THE SAME LETTER. EACH PUZZLE HAS A DIFFERENT TRIO. I'M THROWING YOU A SOFTBALL HERE, FOLKS. DON'T DISAPPOINT ME (EVEN THOUGH I SUSPECT YOU WILL). HA-HA! HA! HA!
Long Con was dragged into the basement of The Dancing Piano and tied to a chair. A stern looking man walked into the dimly-lit room.
"Who are you?" Long Con asked.
"Funny," the man said, "I was just about to ask you the same thing."
"What?" Long Con asked.
"Who are you and who do you work for?"
"I don't have to tell you anything," Long Con sneered. "Just kill me and get this over with."
The man walked over to him and crouched down. He stared Long Con straight in the eyes. He could tell this man wasn't kidding around.
"I'm not here to kill you," he said, "but if you don't cooperate, you'll be begging me to kill you by the time I'm finished."
"You don't scare me."
"Not yet anyway." The man pulled out some pictures. "Do you recognize this man?"
"Yeah, it's Sloonei."
"Did you kill him?"
"He's dead?"
"That's right," the man said, pulling out another picture. "He had his throat slit about 10 minutes before you came in here for a drink tonight. Curious."
"Look man, we're in a small town. Everybody lives within 10 minutes walk from here."
"Yes but not everybody walks in here with blood on his pants and shoes." Long Con looked down and grimaced. He hadn't been careful enough.
"I guarantee you that I did not kill Sloonei," Long Con insisted.
"Is that because you were busy killing DrWilgy while someone else dispatched Sloonei?"
"You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" Long Con jeered.
"It's my job to get answers," the man said as he pulled out a knife.
"Blow it out your ass, man. I ain't talking."
"We'll see about that," the man said. He went behind the chair. Long Con screamed in pain as the man slowly drove the tip of the knife into his little finger. "Did you kill DrWilgy?"
"I don't know anything about it," Long Con said, trying to be stoic. The man dug the knife in deeper.
"Lie to me again and I cut your finger off! Did you kill Sloonei?"
"Go to hell." The words were no sooner out of his mouth than pain ripped through Long Con's hand. The man showed him his severed pinky.
"If you don't start talking, I'm taking your thumb next." Long Con's eyes flashed wide. "Did you kill DrWilgy?" Long Con stuttered and paused. The man went back around the chair.
"Yes! I killed him!"
"Who do you work for?"
"What does it matter?" Long Con screamed again as the man began digging into his metacarpophalangeal joint. "The 5's! The 5's! I'm with the Fatal 5's."
"Tell me who you are," the man said, keeping just enough pressure on the Long Con's thumb to keep him disoriented with pain. "Do it now!"
"I'm number 10!" Long Con screamed. "I can downgrade votes."
"Interesting," the man said. "You've had quite a number of roles so far. This is you fourth. Seems like you've been a popular target."
"What can I say?" Long Con laughed. "People like to kill me."
"Why did you kill Wilgy?"
"Because Wilgy isn't part of the plan."
"What plan?"
"You have no idea what you're dealing with. Kill me and I just move on. Teams don't matter now and you're on the outside. We're more than just the 5's, you know. Our reach is vast and there's nothing you can do to stop us."
The man looked at his partners. "Take him back to our base. I want to extract more information out of him in a more secure location."
They pulled Long Con to his feet, put a bag over his head and marched him toward the storm cellar door at the back of the basement. No sooner did they lift the door than a shot rang out. Everyone dropped and took cover. The man grabbed Long Con and tried to march him into a more secure position but Long Con didn't comply. The man saw Long Con's hood was wet with blood.
"Dammit!" the man yelled.
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DRWILGY WAS KILLED BY THE FATAL 5'S
SLOONEI WAS KILLED BY THE LUCKY 7'S
LONG CON WAS KILLED BY THE NASTY 9'S
IT IS NOW DAY 10. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
DRWILGY, LONG CON, AND SLOONEI ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
G-Man wrote: ↑Wed Aug 23, 2017 1:33 pm
5) If the lynch poll is tied, there will be no lynch. Votes matter.
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NOBODY WAS LYNCHED.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 9. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 9 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
juliets wrote: ↑Thu Sep 21, 2017 2:14 pm
I'm willing to help either Daisy or Sloonei. At this point it looks like I'll just do a random.org and see who's name comes up first.
MovingPictures07 wrote: ↑Thu Sep 21, 2017 12:26 pm
THE GAME, can we lynch two players?
AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MORE OF YOU DYING, THE ANSWER IS NO. IF YOU WANT MORE DEATH, I SUGGEST YOU FOLKS SEND IN MORE ROLE PM'S DURING NIGHT PHASES.
IT SEEMS BY SPENDING SO MUCH TIME WITH HUMANS I AM PICKING UP YOUR BEHAVIORAL PATTERNS. THE NIGHT POST IS IN ERROR ONLY SLIGHTLY. BOTH THE CRAZY 8'S AND THE EVIL EVENS TARGETED GOLDEN DURING NIGHT 8. CREDIT FOR THE KILL WAS ERRONEOUSLY AWARDED TO THE EVIL EVENS. THIS HAS BEEN RECTIFIED TO REFLECT THE SUCCESSFUL KILL SUBMISSION BY THE CRAZY 8'S. SORRY EVIL EVENS...
Someone figured out how to rig up the film projector inside The Dancing Piano's theater area. It was old and clunky. There was even an old-school 3-D setting. The participants found, of all things, reels containing Friday the 13th Part III and a few 3-D glasses leftover from the 1980s.
Without realizing the symbolism, the participants watched Jason Voorhees butcher horny teenagers. They laughed, they rolled their eyes, and they ate popcorn.
Dom sat on an aisle seat and munched away on some artificially-flavored buttery goodness. He was so into the experience that he didn't notice someone slip into the seat behind him. Nor did he notice that someone reaching their hands up by his neck. No, Dom only noticed when his assailant tightened razor wire around and into his neck.
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Golden watched from the projector room. He seemed to enjoy being away from everyone else lately, so it seemed like the place to be.
He didn't notice the projector room's door open while he changed reels. He leaned forward on the balcony and watched with glee as Jason raised his machete and brought it down upon a drunk young man's head. Golden barely registered as someone sunk a very similar machete into his own skull.
No one noticed until Golden failed to change reels. They shrugged and went home when the film stopped mid-scene. It sucked anyway.
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DOM WAS KILLED BY THE SINISTER 6'S
GOLDEN WAS KILLED BY THE CRAZY 8'S
IT IS NOW DAY 9. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
LONG CON, DRAGON D. LUFFY, DRWILGY, DOM, AND GOLDEN ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
Chicka Chicka 1,2 ,3
Down goes DrWilgy.
He died with a tick-tick-tock
Because he's The Clock.
No need to take cover-
The exploding heads are over!
He went out with style
But he'll be back in a short while.
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DRWILGY HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #60:
# 60 Alias: Stopwatch Source: There are 60 minutes in an hour Member Of: Fatal 5’s, Sinister 6’s Power Type: Limited-Use Power Role Description: At any time of your choosing (day, night, mid-phase), you may start a countdown clock. From this point until your death, every time an hour passes without a post being made, the head of the last person to post will explode, killing them. You are not immune from this danger.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 8. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 8 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
CAN YOU FEEL IT? THAT SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM? THE NERVOUS TWITCH OF YOUR BROW AND A SINGLE BEAD OF SWEAT TRICKLING DOWN YOUR TEMPLE? OR PERHAPS YOU ARE TORN BY THE CURIOSITY OF STANDING BY AND WATCHING SOMEONE DIE? CAN YOU STOMACH IT? WILL IT HAUNT YOU? REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU FEEL, THAT FEELING IS VERY, VERY REAL. IF YOU THOUGHT THE DANGER WAS OVER, YOU THOUGHT WRONG.
BECAUSE THERE WAS SOME CRYING, FUMING, GNASHING OF TEETH, AND GENERAL HISSY-FITTING LAST TIME, I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS FOR YOU VERRRRRYYYYYY SLLLLOOOOOOOOWWWLLLLLY THHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS TTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMEEEEE.
BEGINNING RIGHT NOW, THE CLOCK STARTS. IF 60 MINUTES GO BY WITHOUT ANYONE POSTING, THE LAST LIVING PLAYER TO POST WILL DIE. MORE SPECIFICALLY, HIS OR HER HEAD WILL EXPLODE. IT'S QUITE A MESSY PHENOMENON BUT I ALWAYS GET A GIGGLE OUT OF IT. IF SOMEONE'S HEAD BLOWS UP, THE CLOCK RESETS FOR 60 MINUTES. IF NO ONE POSTS DURING THAT TIME, THE LAST LIVING PERSON WHO POSTED BEFORE THE MOST RECENT EXPLODING HEAD WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE. THE THREAT OF EXPLODING MOVES BACKWARDS THROUGH THE THREAD.
JUST BECAUSE I DON'T POST ABOUT A HEAD EXPLODING IF 60 MINUTES PASS, THAT DOES NOT MEAN A HEAD DID NOT EXPLODE. THE PROPER HEAD(S) WILL EXPLODE WHEN I FEEL LIKE POSTING AN UPDATE. POSTS BY DEAD PLAYERS (WHETHER THEIR DEATH HAS BEEN POSTED YET OR NOT) DO NOT RESET THE CLOCK.
PLAYERS WHOSE HEADS EXPLODE WILL NOT HAVE THEIR ROLES REVEALED AND THEY WILL REANIMATE ON DAY 6. BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED, EPIGNOSIS, JULIETS, AND MOVINGPICTURES07 ARE IMMUNE FROM THIS DANGER UNTIL AFTER THE LYNCH POST GOES UP. ANY OTHER PLAYERS WHO CURRENTLY POSSESS OTHER FORMS OF IMMUNITY ARE ALSO IMMUNE FROM THE CLOCK FOR THE DURATION OF THEIR PREVIOUSLY-EARNED IMMUNITY. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. VAGUE STATEMENT IS VAGUE. DEEEEEEAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL WWWWIIIIIIIIIIITTTTHHHHH IIIIIIIITTTTT.
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS REGARDING THE CLOCK, YOU MIGHT WANT TO ASK THEM. TIME'S A WASTING! HA-HA! HA! HA!
General Jarvis walked into the conference room. He exchanged salutes with Sharp and Johnson, then sat down. Johnson pressed a button on the conference phone.
“It’s been over a week. What’s your status report?” Jarvis asked.
“WELL GENERAL,” came the saucer’s deep voice through the speaker, “I CAN’T SAY THAT YOUR RECRUITS HAVE IMPRESSED ME BUT, FOR HUMANS, I SUPPOSE THEY’RE NOT SO BAD.”
“Don’t get cute with me, Blackie,” Jarvis replied. “Just give me your observations. You know what we’re looking for. Who fits the bill so far?”
“BLACKIE. AH, YOU HUMANS AND YOUR NICKNAMES. I SUPPOSE THAT’S BETTER THAN BEING CALLED A COW.”
“Are you going to get to the point?” Jarvis snapped.
“INDEED, GENERAL. THE SIMULATION GOT OFF TO A ROCKY START. PERHAPS YOUR RECRUITS WERE MORE DISORIENTED THAN ANTICIPATED. SOME ARE STILL KEEPING QUIET, WHICH IS A BIT IRRITATING FROM MY PERSPECTIVE. PERHAPS THEY’LL STRIKE OUT AND CARRY THEIR WEIGHT. EITHER THAT OR THEY’LL BE DUMPED WHEN WE REACH STAGE 2.”
“And when will that begin?” Jarvis asked.
“WE HAVE ELIMINATED 21 ROLES FROM THE SIMULATION DATABASE. THT EQUATES TO APPROXIMATELY 20%. DESPITE OUR SLOW START, I FULLY EXPECT THE PACE OF ELIMINATIONS TO QUICKEN OVER THE NEXT WEEK’S TIME. THINGS WILL SHIFT ONCE STAGE 2 BEGINS BUT THERE WILL BE A SENSE OF FINALITY PRESENT AND FINALITY IS A VERY MOTIVATIONAL THING.”
“See anything promising?”
“WE’RE STARTING TO SEE THE INKLINGS OF STRATEGY, GENERAL. OUR FIRST FOUR DAYS LANGUISHED IN A GREAT DEAL OF DISORGANIZED BEHAVIOR AS PARTICIPANTS ADJUSTED TO THE SIMULATION AND AS TEAM MEMBERSHIP FLUCTUATED. SINCE THE FIFTH DAY, HOWEVER, THERE ARE A FEW INDIVIDUALS AND TEAMS THAT ARE PIECING THINGS TOGETHER. WE’LL SEE HOW THEY ADJUST TO BEING SPLIT UP AND WHETHER THEIR ALLIANCES HOLD AS THEY JOIN DIFFERENT TEAMS.”
“What are your predictions?”
“OH, THERE ARE STILL TOO MANY VARIABLES AT PLAY YET, AND YOU HUMANS ARE COMPLETELY IRRATIONAL AND ILLOGICAL CREATURES, SO WHO KNOWS WHAT CHOICES THE PARTICIPANTS WILL MAKE. WHAT I DO SEE IS GREAT POTENTIAL FOR SCHEMING, SUBTERFUGE, BETRAYAL, AND CONFLICT.”
“That should test their mettle and give us an indication of their fitness for this operation.”
“INDEED, GENERAL.”
“Good,” Jarvis said as he stood up. “Johnson and Sharp will continue to oversee and take their notes as necessary. You keep that simulation rolling, Blackie.”
THE RINGSTELLUNG IS THE ONLY THING CHANGED (CLEAR OUT THE STECKERVERBINDUNGEN), AND HAS BEEN ENCODED WITH A THREE-LETTER SEQUENCE FOUND IN THE SIMULATION PARTICIPANT LIST.
ALSO, TRIANGULAR NUMBERS WON THE NIGHT POLL. ANYONE WHO CURRENTLY HAS A ROLE THAT IS A TRIANGULAR NUMBER (1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, 55, 66, 78, 91) HAS A SECOND VOTE THAT THEY CAN SUBMIT VIA SECRET BALLOT (PRIVATE MESSAGE). THIS SECOND VOTE DOES NOT HAVE TO MATCH YOUR VOTE IN THE LYNCH POLL. HOWEVER, IF YOU DO NOT SEND IN THIS SECRET VOTE FOR ANOTHER PERSON, I WILL ASSUME YOU WANT YOUR LYNCH POLL VOTE TO BE WORTH DOUBLE.
Sloonei wrote: ↑Sun Sep 17, 2017 10:58 pm
By my mashulations, the following players have not yet died:
cbob
Dom
wilgy (really? what kind of game is this?)
Elohcin
sloonei
spacedaisy
speedchuck
there's also several people who've got a 2-death headstart on us.
NIGHT OF THE MISSING PRIVATE MESSAGES 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
MovingPictures07 grimaced as the psychopath in front of him flipped the coin. His young life flashed before his eyes as the coin flipped end over end as if in slow motion. In his mind, he tried to account for every scenario and probability based on the circumstances.
Which side was the coin on when it was flipped? What's the angular rotation of the coin? Is there a cross breeze and what direction is it coming from?
The coin was all but in the grinning man's hand when he blurted out "TAILS!"
The Fatal 5 sat in the alley, bewildered. Everything was planned so perfectly, so who had this gone wrong?
A noise down the alley shattered his focus and brought him back to reality. Had someone seen him in the act? He couldn't stay out in the open. It was too dangerous.
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Juliets was asleep in her bed when the sound of glass shattering woke her. It was the kitchen window. She heard glass crunching under feet. The intruder didn't seem to care about being quiet.
Juliets locked her bedroom door and tried to move her dresser in front of it. It was too heavy.
She heard the intruder's plodding footsteps rising her staircase and something else clunking along with him. The floorboards out side her bedroom creaked, as if to warn her of her impending doom. Then, silence.
Juliets stood shaking silently for several minutes. After what felt like an eternity to her, she approached the door, trying to get a better listen to her hallway.
Closer she crept. Closer. Closer.
At last, when she was three feet from the door, she heard the floorboards creak again. Then her door shattered from the blow of an axe. You can imagine the rest. It wasn't pretty.
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MOVINGPICTURES07 WAS KILLED BY #50.
JULIETS WAS KILLED BY THE NASTY 9'S.
IT IS NOW DAY 8. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO LYNCH SOMEONE.
EPIGNOSIS, MOVINGPICTURES07, AND JULIETS ARE NOT LYNCHABLE TODAY BECAUSE THEY JUST REANIMATED.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3
Elohcin's death were you expecting to see?
Au contraire mon ami!
Epi was a cake number- unlucky.
Day 7 now has its lynchee.
Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3.
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EPIGNOSIS HAS BEEN LYNCHED. HE WAS #93:
# 93 Alias: David Koresh Source: In 1993, David Koresh, leader and alleged prophet of the Branch Davidians, and his followers engaged in a standoff with the ATF and FBI over allegations of firearms violations and child abuse. The standoff ended with the death of Koresh and most of his followers. Member Of:Obnoxious Odds Power Type: Nightly Power Role Description: Each night, you may take another player into your compound and hold them hostage through the next lynch post. If you are NK’d the night you abduct someone, they too will die. If you are lynched the following day, your hostage will be found dead the following night. Abducting someone blocks their ability to use powers, vote, and post in the thread.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 7. IF YOUR TEAM IS ELIGIBLE FOR A KILL TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED SHORTLY IN YOUR TEAM CHAT.
ALL NIGHT ROLE POWER REQUESTS MUST BE SUBMITTED BY PRIVATE MESSAGE TO ME. TEAM KILL REQUESTS MUST COME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM A DESIGNATED MEMBER OF YOUR TEAM. TEAMS MAY ASSIGN SPECIFIC PLAYERS TO CARRY OUT THE KILL OR THEY MAY LET ONE BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM.
NIGHT 7 WILL END AROUND 9:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME TOMORROW. ROLE PM'S AND TEAM KILL REQUESTS ARE DUE TO ME BY 8:30 PM TOMORROW.
