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[Toaster]

Because it'd be dumb for him to cut off one method of victory as soon as the game started?  Survivors don't win by attracting undue attention to themselves.


Jim:  Do you have an inspect?

[Dariush]

Because it'd be dumb for him to cut off one method of victory as soon as the game started?  Survivors don't win by attracting undue attention to themselves.

Which part of the word 'INSTAWIN' did you not understand? After Tiruin is lynched, there simply won't be anybody to profit from his death due to game being over.

[Toaster]

Dariush:  If it was going to be an instawin, why isn't the game over now?

[Dariush]

Dariush:  If it was going to be an instawin, why isn't the game over now?

Because Jim lied, you dumbfuck.

[Jim Groovester]

Jim:  Do you have an inspect?

Yes. zombie urist duplicated Bookthras' role, so I can inspect people. He inspected Dariush and Think0028 on Nights 1 and 2 and got Imperial results on both. I derped out on Night 3 and didn't use it, mostly because I thought the game was going to end (also because I derped out).

[GlyphGryph]

Woah, this took me a while. Processing will have to come yet later, who knows when I'll be back, but I've got enough time now to close the thread, heh.

Game Day End, processing whenever I can get around with it

[GlyphGryph]

No Lynch <- Toaster, Hapah, Jim, Urist, Dariush
Not Voting: Think

One Vote to Shorten <- Dariush

Day ends, nothing happens, you get no fancy flavour this time because my computer is running out of battery power and I've got no power adapter.

"Sure, a way out." said Toaster. "Unless you've happened to have notice that." He waved towards the tons of steel that separated the hangar from the outside - doors that were normally opened by heavy machinery that was now very very dead. "We're still as trapped as we ever were."

Urist grimaced, then stood a bit straighter. "Not if I can help it. You lot, find out if the ships in working order - I'm going to see what I can do about getting those doors open."

It is now Night

[GlyphGryph]

END GAME

In the ship...
"So, an Imperial pilot, huh?" said toaster, leaning against a wall of the cockpit as Think played with the controls.

"Among other things", Think responded. "I've actually been working as a medic, recently - got grounded by a medical condition - the seizures are extremely rare, and if I get any problems, a simple jab will set me right, but it's too risky for regular service."

Toaster simply shrugged. "So why did you ever join the service to begin with? I can't imagine you expected to be out here putting the boot in against dirt poor laborers with nothing but mining equipment and a few lucky find."

"I... I joined to help people. There wasn't a war on when I joined... I thought we'd be up against Prometheus again, and we'd all be fighting on the same side against those heartless machines. I thought I'd be saving people, not killing them... I got to admit, the career switch thing was a blessing in disguise on that front - I don't know how I'd live with myself if I was the one firing the bullets."

"Really?" said Toaster. "Well, there's certainly cybrids out there now... if things were different, we could have been on the same side."

Think's eyes shot up. "You... you're a rebel!?"

Toaster nodded, grinning. "I am, and if you give me just a minute, I'll tell you why I think you should be too, even with all this going down..."

Outside, by the door.
"Thanks for volunteering to help me, Dar." said Urist, nodding his head a little bit. "Can you throw that switch over there?"

"No problem", said Dariush, reaching out and giving it a flick. "Actually, before we leave, I was wondering if..."

"Sorry," said Urist, "Give me a second. Concentrating..."

"..." Dariush frowned as he worked. "What brings you out here to-"

"Aha!" exclaimed Urist."Now, can you hook up those wires over there - red wire to green port, and the yellow twisty wire into the second port from the left. And, hey! You hear that? They've got the ship working! Sounds clean too, nothing banging around... we might pull this off yet..."

"Urist..." said Dariush, doing as she was told. "Look, back there, you said you'd keep me safe, and I think-"

"And we should be good! Thank the mother, that should do it!" He grabbed a nearby crank, giving it a turn. He actually had no idea if this would work, but it was pretty easy to see where Dariush wanted to bring this conversation, and he wasn't going to let that happen. Not when they were so close. "Now let's see..."

Back at the ship
“And we’re live! Everything seems to be in working order... once the doors are open, all I’ve got to do is press this button and we’re good to go. You’ve given me a lot to think about, though, Toaster. I think I need a little, well... air is probably too strong a term for it, hah, but I think I’ll go check on how they’re doing by the door.”

“No problem, man, just think about it. I’m not asking you to come to any big decisions - no matter what happens, we’re all getting out of this together either way. Good luck, man.”

Think turned and waved a quick wave as he headed down the ramp. “Five minutes.” He certainly had a lot to think about...

“Hey!” yelled Jim Groovester, from a small hallway a short distance from the bay door. “Hey, Think! Just the man I wanted to see!”

Think turned, walking towards Jim. “What’s up, Jim?”

Jim bounced up and down excitedly. “You won’t believe what I found in here - its some sort of supply locker. Weapons, for one. First grade meds, for another. Both things we’ll probably need sooner than later. I’ve moved some key stuff into one big crate, but it’ll take two people to move it - you up for helping out?”

Think nodded, grinning to himself. “Sure. After all, survival is going to be a fight even after we get out of here...” No matter what I decide, he added silently to himself.

Jim led him into a small room that had a few crates lying around and a long shaft - an elevator, probably to move the crates to lower levels. It was currently pretty far down, and with the power out there was no way to call it up.

“Be careful of the hole.” said Jim, resting a hand on Think’s shoulder. “The floors a bit weak, and it’s quite a drop.” And then, with a quick motion, he ripped off Think’s communicator and pushed him towards the hole.

“What! What the- Holy hell!” screamed think, his voice barely carrying past the room in the thin atmosphere as the steely grip spun him around, before giving him a solid kick to the chest.

“Just move around to the other side and grab the other edge of the crate, yeah, right there.” said Jim, as Think bashed into the back wall of the room and landed, scrabbling against the grate around the gap, his legs dangling in the blackness.

“What, no! Shit!” yelled Jim, casually striding across the room before launching a boot right into Think’s face, knocking him fully into the shaft. “Think!”

Urist turned, and jogged from the room just as the sound of grinding gears and Toaster’s questions streamed into his ears.

Meanwhile...
“That’s it!” said Urist, whooping. “Let’s get back to the ship, now - we need to find out what Jim was yelling about, and then get out of here asap.”

Dariush looked crestfallen, but nodded. “Yes, we need to... by the Emperor. Urist!” she yelled, pointing to the doorway they’d all entered the hangar through.

There stood Tiruin, covered in blood and oil and patches of shiny liquid-like metal, wielding two dismembered claw arms from the giant worm. He waved one at them in a casual greeting.

“FUCKING SHIT!” yelled Urist, running for the ship, Dariush close behind. “URIST TO SHIP, LEAVE NOW. FORGET US, GO NOW.”

Dariush was about to comment on how she had no plan to be left behind, but then Tiruin started moving. Quickly. And she realized it might not be a question of being left behind, but of whether the ship still had time to escape after Tiruin dealt with the two of them. “Hell.”

“Imiknorris, I’m afraid that’s not gonna happen.” came back Toaster’s voice. “Think’s gone - and I’m not leaving without you at this point. You’re just going to have to run faster.”

The ground seemed to take forever, and up until the end it was debatable as to who was going to reach the ship first. Urist hopped on to the ramp, slamming the close button as he came into the bay, turning as Dariush dive onto the closing ramp after firing a couple rounds into the darkness. She pulled herself to her knees, flashing him a big thumbs before the sickle dug through her leg and jerked her backwards, sending her into a face plant against the hard metal floor. Her gun flew from her grip, sliding deeper into the bay as Tiruin’s face popped around the edge, his breathing mask no doubt concealing a manic grin, jamming the other blade into the gears, locking the door halfway open.

All three of them were jolted as the engines kicked in, and the ship left the ground. As Urist picked himself, his brain went into overdrive. It’s do or die, he thought. Dariush. Tiruin. Doors locked, can’t close... but... yes! Just as Tiruin finished climbing on to the ramp, Jim pulled the latch. The quick release latch for the doors, for an emergency. Though probably not this type. Rather than attempting to close, the ramp simply... let go, Tiruin losing his footing and going with it.

Dariush screamed, but her arms wrapped tightly around the bar at the edge of the hangar. She screamed again, the metal through her leg, lodged between her tibia and fibula, sinking a bit deeper under the weight. “Urist!” she screamed, “Help me! You said you’d keep me safe.”

Urist Imiknorris stood over her, the sights on the retrieved pistol aimed at Tiruin below, already climbing up the metal arm piercing her leg. “Sorry babe,” he said, the aim drifting slightly down. “But that was before I knew you were an Imperial Pig.”

“No, Urist, I-” the sound of the gunshot echoed in the small bay, nearly deafening Urist, but the two of them slid over the edge, disappearing. He sighed, the cold Martian wind swirling around him, and headed up to the cockpit.

Game End!

REBEL VICTORY!


Winners:
Hapah - Rebel, Cybrid Sympathizer
Jim Groovester/ZombieUrist - Metagen Traitor, Duplicator
Urist Imiknorris - Rebel Saboteur
Think00238 - Rebel (formerly Imperial) Doctor
Toaster - Rebel Persuader, Officer
ToonyMan - Rebel Martyr
Bookthras - Rebel Commander

Losers:
Tiruin - Metagen Defective, Goad
Dariush - Imperial Zealot
obolisk - Imperial Commander
borno - Imperial Companion


Epilogue
“Fell down a hole?” yelled Urist.
“That’s what he says,” responded Toaster. “I don’t think I trust him, though - keep that gun on him. Also, I have no idea where this thing is taking us or how to fly it, BUT I got the air working.” Toaster took off his helmet, glad Urist had closed the door to the bay.
“And where the hell is Hapah?” asked Urist. The other two shrug.

Meanwhile, back in the hangar
“Heh...heheh... heheheh....” Hapah giggled to himself, counting off the seconds. All this time, and none of them had noticed. Not a one, not a single one had noticed. He’d brought it all this way, and it was so easy... no one had suspected, or tried to stop him, a single block of C4, a simply timer... hah, it was all too easy. He bent over offer a hand to help Tiruin to his feet. “I did it, oh future of humanity. I did it, you who have promised me so much. I am ready! I am ready now to be welcomed into the fold!”

As Tiruin stood, are almost stood, one of his legs too broken to bear his weight, he pulled the handle of the bent blade from Dariush’s corpse.

“No.” he said, tossing the weapon into the air before catching it by the bladed and punching it into Hapah’s throat. “You should know by know, kid.” he said, getting dragged down with him as Hapah toppled over, clutching at his throat as it bled rich blue blood. Tiruin simply let his head hit the ground. Not much point in fighting now. He was done. “You should know by know. None of us ever, ever get happy endings.”

As the sounds of a distant explosion filled his hears, Tiruin shut himself off, wiping himself from existence. “In the end... in the... in the end... end... everyone... everyone... everyone... dies...”

[GlyphGryph]

May be more tomorrow, but I gotta give computer back

[Urist Imiknorris]

Glorious victory at last.

[Bookthras]

Ah, glorious indeed. You rebels were great, and managed to get victory even after that hilarious D1 thing between Toony and I. Great job!

Kudos to Hapah as well, who managed to remain completely undetected. Well played!

Preempting GG, who seems to be busy, here is the Deadchat... we were quite talkative, and cheering for you guys from the peanut gallery all along. There is also a Rebel chat, but as you can guess, it went unused.

Great game GG, and well played by just about everyone. I'm sad I was out so soon, but you guys carried the day for an undeserved victory for Toony and I as well. Thanks!

[Hapah]

I hope I never have to play scum-aligned 3rd party again, lol.

[Jim Groovester]

Here's Cybrid Chat, where you can read my paranoia and why I decided to totally kill Think0028 for no (apparent) good reason.

Hapah, why didn't you claim Cybrid Sympathizer?

[Toaster]

So the scum team were BOTH metagens with mutually exclusive wincons?  What if they had both figured that and tried to NK each other?  Would have sucked for Hapah.


Good game- I thought we had blown our chances the first day, but we managed to turn it around.

[Bookthras]

So the scum team were BOTH metagens with mutually exclusive wincons?  What if they had both figured that and tried to NK each other?

We asked GG the same, but he declined to answer. Maybe he will tomorrow. It was quite the odd setup.

I thought we had blown our chances the first day, but we managed to turn it around.

Hur hur indeed. So did we. Even up to the previous night it all seemed lost for the rebellion. I still can't believe you guys managed it. Impressive.