The dusty tome you pick up seems rather unassuming at first. However you decide that since you’d rather be here than in Mr. Badict’s history class and, lacking anything better to do, you open it regardless. Inside you find prose that initially makes you annoyed but tends towards sense after a few moments:
“Once, in long past archaic days of yore, there existed a grouping of students numbering anywhere betwixt the numbering of a dozen and the numbering of fourteen. This grouping of post-primary school scholars found themselves in a predicament not seen since the days of the long lost Robosaurus.”
You remember that story. Something about the last known dinosaur turning himself into a robot-angel thing and fighting off a giant space-dragon or something. Regardless you continue reading only to find that the writing style has changed.
“The kids were in school because of learning. Unfortunately they knew their learning days were limited due to the giant-ass meteor flying towards the planet.”
What? But… That’s what was happening to you and your friends right now… Counting it out in your head you found that your friends numbered twelve. Including you that was thirteen. Terrified you turned back to the book and found it had changed style again.
“.ot yaw ylno eht dnA”
You looked away because you didn’t want to go through the trouble of reading backwards.
“Wuz g01ng bk 2.”
No l33t-sp3ak plox.
“Just go into the class-room okay? You and your moron friends need to figure out who used me to summon the meteor.”
“Well that’s not very nice…” You sigh out to the book.
“Neither is you looking up the future.”
“Fair enough.” Standing up you place the book into its designated spot in the “Plot-Conveyance Mandatory Reading” cubby and head back down to class. Several of your friends are discussing how the class president came to power.
You sighed as you sat down in the converstation wondering how many of them knew what was going on with the meteor. If only you knew what this “Mandatory” meant. Hey, maybe you should force your friends to read it too! But it was too late, the bell rang. No leaving class until Mr. Badict said you could.
Smstr W / Love is a slight bastard mafia game, co-hosted by Nerjin and myself. What this means is that mechanics might be slightly changed from a normal mafia game, but we won't be able to straight lie to you. We may withhold information, but nothing told to you will be a full lie.
Some minor details (rules):
1: Please don't quote the mod. You will get a failing grade.
2: Please don't abuse your classmates. You will be sent to the principal's office.
3: Please be sure to participate fully in class discussions. You will be docked points otherwise.
4: Classroom discussions will likely last for 72 hours. Each student may choose to extend this for another 24 hours once. You will also not have to be in school on weekends.
5: If a majority vote is reached, classroom discussions may end early.
6: Please be sure to do your homework on time. Send in your Night actions as soon as possible or get detention.
7: Please don't forget your importance in the game. You will be sent into the hallway to think about your decisions.
Join me for a semester with love.
I hope you enjoy it.
Players:
TheDarkStar
mastahcheese
4maskwolf
Leafsnail
HissihnWalnuts
Caz
MyOwnWorstEnemy
RangerCado
Tiruin
Hapah
Toaster
notquitethere
makeinu
This can no longer be you!
Replacements:
Persus13
TheWetSheep
darkpaladin109
But this could still be you!
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