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[LibidoMax]

The Party must fall. It's Inevitable, the original wild idealism and revolutionary emotion has been replaced by nightmarish shortages and sluggish bureaucracy.
You are Comrade Novak, Senior veteran of the civil war and keeper of the nations pride. Your goal is to replace the Marxist government with insane conservative fascism.
Weapon- Party issued revolver (12 rounds total)
prefstring:racistideology

You have convinced two other idealist to join your cause

Comrade Winston,served in the gulag as a guard for eight years before joining the secret police. Cruel and masochistic.
Weapons- Large Knife, Party issued revolver(6 rounds total)
prefstring:sadism

Comrade Wallenstein, family executed in the anti jewish purges, has risen through the ranks as an esteemed bureaucrat and decision maker. Inability to feel emotion.
Weapons-Silver Letter Opener, cyanide pills
prefstring:largenose

Your Target-

Comrade Amoeth, Chairman of the Party, a lazy playboy who squanders our nations wealth on whores and wine.
Weapons-400,000 soldiers, 12,000 Aircraft, several hundred million tons of explosive,1,000 armored units, and a nations adoration.
prefstring:n/a

Your rabble meets in a old warehouse that used to store shoes. There, you discuss Your plan of attack... What is Novak's plan?


Welcome to Coup, a game set in a surreal Marxist, Orwellian, postmodern world full of concrete and smokestacks. Leave your answer of what should be done, and I will either pick what the decision that's more popular or what I like best.
-Bored Nihilist   

[Loud Whispers]

Send an insider on a mission to collect VALUBLES INFORMATIUONS YES... YESSS!!!

Building layouts, politician locations... Everything.

[LibidoMax]

Send an insider on a mission to collect VALUBLES INFORMATIUONS YES... YESSS!!!

Building layouts, politician locations... Everything.

Wallenstein grudgingly accepts to be the "insider." After a frantic night of leafing through files and looking over his shoulder, he burst into the safehouse, bearing important news. With bloodshot eyes and mussed up hair, he relates that Amoeth will be present for the weekly execution at the civil war memorial square. Novak and Winston stay silent, not having the heart to say that that same exact message had been announced on the Party's public radio station...
What is Novak's next step?

[jaina]

((while not part of the plan yet, I suggest the theme song for this rp be Gentlemen's Coup by Rise Against))

Study the layout of the the guard's movements in the square. Be prepared so that when you know the moment of his highest vulnerability, cause a distraction nearby with the pistol. While guards are distracted have comrade Winston sneak up and stab Ameoth to death. Be prepared to kill him to cover your ass if he can not escape under the cover of "patriotism". Do not reveal the fact you will kill a security leak.

[Svarte Troner]

Für die großen Führer! We shall replace the current dystopian nighmare with our own dystopian nightmare!

We must gain the support of the peoples! Hurry, print out propaganda fliers and distribute them covertly to the populace at the execution.

[Demonic Spoon]

Gift the Chairman a bottle of wine, add cyanide to taste, obviously use intermediaries to avoid suspicion. Possibly just add it to his usual shipment.

[kingfisher1112]

Aquire weapons.

[Loud Whispers]

Gift the Chairman a bottle of wine, add cyanide to taste, obviously use intermediaries to avoid suspicion. Possibly just add it to his usual shipment.

Blame it on the asbestos ceilings.

Oh yeah, asbestos.

[LibidoMax]

Gift the Chairman a bottle of wine, add cyanide to taste, obviously use intermediaries to avoid suspicion. Possibly just add it to his usual shipment.

Wallenstein nervously entered the Ministry of Order's wine cellar. The actual cellar was almost as wide as the building on top of it, a suitable storehouse for the Party official's nectar. He walked through the dusty gloom, heading towards the section roped off for use by the Chairman.  He got out spectacles and a crumpled piece of paper that held the records of when Amoeth was to make public appearances. It included the nature of the event, security required, and which beverage was needed for the Chairman. Wallenstein muttered as he read the bottles labels one by one, until finally... "Aha, 1984 Chateau O'brien . He carefully opened the bottle, careful not to spill any incriminating evidence. He slowly poured the powdered cyanide into the dark liquid, sifting it till he thought the substance was invisible. He smiled as a thought crossed his mind With that action, I have become the destroyer of tyrants.
He chuckled as he made his way back to the safehouse...

What is Novak's next step?

[Tidal]

Hope the tyrant doesn't employ taste-testers.

[TCM]

If the Cyanide Wine doesn't go through, have a backup Plan B:

When the Chairman is at the executions, have someone instigate a riot away from him. When the guards are busy, take out the Chairman quickly.

OOC: I can't tell whether the Chairman is Stalin, or we are Stalin.

[mcclay]

OOC: I can't tell whether the Chairman is Stalin, or we are Stalin.

both.