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[Cheeetar]

Tiruin, quit being a silly. This kind of bussing is exactly what 4mask always does- I find it much more plausible that this is some sort of gambit than that 4mask doesn't care about this game and is just a survivor, given 4mask's meta. Given how far fetched his initial survivor claim was, I don't see why we should stretch our disbelief even further to believe that TDS was blocked one night and then blocked 4mask the other night.

The alternative to lynching the obvious scum is lynching TDS, who hasn't really been that scummy or indicated that he's anything other than a GA.

[Cheeetar]

Bussing in the previous post should've been in past tense re: him voting for NQT and any sort of doubt it may have caused about his alignment.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
4maskwolf: Cheeetar, Tiruin, TheDarkStar
TheDarkStar: 4maskwolf


Day ends ~5pm Pacific Tuesday

[4maskwolf]

Cheeetar: You seem to be looking at everything you see only to support your own conclusions of what is going on, rather than actually consider any other options.  TDS has done jackshit the past few days other than play the "dutifully following Tiruin around and providing vague vote reasons" game, because he knows that you all will lynch me without needing any prodding from him.  He's coasting along on you all's tunneling and will win the game because you and Tiruin aren't paying attention.

Allow me to bring into evidence TDS's posts after NQT was lynched:

According to my wincon, I win if my ward (Tiruin) survives to the end of the game. It doesn't matter if I personally live. However, I'm still going to say what I think.

Assuming no cult are left (which is what I suspect):
Tiruin is fine.
Cheeetar appears to be a town vet.
That leaves 4maskwolf. He claims to be a survivor, but he could be an SK. Also, 4maskwolf, how can I be cult or an SK/other evil third party when NQT vouches for me being GA?

If cult are left, anyone (except me because of NQT proving me GA) could be the last cult. 4mask could be lying about his role, and anyone else could be cult in addition to their role.

Also, I got no indication of being blocked. Mephansteras: Do blocked people get an indication that they were blocked?

What the fuck is this shit?  He obviously hasn't read ANYTHING that was said the previous day, because he'd know EXACTLY how he could be cult if he did.  He's playing innocent in a really stupid manner and NOBODY bothers to call him out on it, because you all are so laser-focused on me.  He's coasting at this point.

NQT's lynch was my idea you derp.  Who was the first one to vote him?  Me.

And I'm surprised you're taking a proven scum's word for what TDS is.

4maskwolf for reasons outlined yesterday.

First, why the hell are you quoting me when what you said has nothing to do with that quote?  To look active?  Second, what fucking reasons?  The bullshit you call logic from that previous post?  I mean, what?  YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING!

Everyone: Sorry, I'm in a bad mood for non-mafia reasons, if you can't tell.

[Mephansteras]

Sorry, everyone, life got in the way. I'll wrap up the day tomorrow morning.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
4maskwolf: Cheeetar, Tiruin, TheDarkStar
TheDarkStar: 4maskwolf


  As the scribe tallies up the final votes and reads them out 4maskwolf starts to get a panicked look on his face. He quickly pulls a talisman out from under his shirt and starts muttering under his breath.
 
  The guards start to move towards him, but as they do so the room begins to fill with mist. A powerful odor fills the Hall, a mixture of moldering stone, stagnant water, and decaying flesh.
 
  The Mist thickens, and soon becomes a wall of grey before your eyes. You can hear 4maskwolf clearly, though, the Cult Leader's voice cutting through in an alien tongue. Strange words that reverberate throughout the mist, echoing back on themsleves in an impossible fashion.
 
  Lights twinkle in the fog and new sounds emerge. Scraping sounds. Flapping sounds. And through it all a deep, slow heartbeat.
 
  A hiss.
 
  A scream.
 
  The terrible, wet sounds of flash being torn asunder amidst cries of agony that pierce you to your bones.
 
  Tiruin feels a hand upon her shoulder, and a comforting voice that envelops her in calm. "Fear not, Sexton, they come not for you. The Old Ones should not be troubled lightly." And then the hand is gone, although the calm remains.
 
  The lights go out.
 
  The fog fades to mist.
 
  The mist clears.

  Where 4maskwolf stood there is only blood and shredded rags.
 
  The Baron, flanked by a pair of shocked and unsteady guards, looks around. "I...I think it may be over. You seem to have forced his hand before he was ready, and his dark works proved his undoing."
 
  "Thank you, uh...both of you? Where is TheDarkStar?"
 
  Tiruin can only smile. "I think his work here is done, your Excellency."
 
  "Ah. Well. Uh, let's go outside, shall we? The smell in here is unbearable."
 



And that's game. It was a bit rough for a while there, but thank you to everyone who replaced in to keep the game going!

[Mephansteras]

Cult Chat

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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== Cult ==
==========

The three of you are the Cult of the Sleeping god. It is time for the Ancient Power to reawaken once more. It is time for you to take your places as the true Rulers of Men. Under the guidence of roo, who uncovered the ancient texts many years ago, you must rid the town of their pesky guardians. Once they have been removed nothing shall stand between the Sleeper and a Return to power!

Each night you may select one of your member to perform the Night Kill on another player. They shall be attacked and brought before the sacrificial alter, where their power shall be used to fuel the Sleeper's return.

origamiscienceguy (cult)
    You are a Guard of the Town Watch. Each night you may choose to Lock Up another player in their house. They will be unable to perform any night actions that require them to leave their house and is likewise protected from any physical actions directed at them.
   
roo (cult)
    You are the Cult Leader. While you have no active abilities, you are skilled in subterfuge and protected by dark enchantments. You appear as a normal townsperson to all inspections.
   
spruce (cult)
    You are a Sage. Fascinated by the lure of forbidden knowledge and chance to interact with an ancient and powerful being, you have lent your knowledge to your fellow cultists. Each night you may choose to Study the signs and portents of the world to determine what other powers may be at work in the town.

In addition, you have created a complex communication system that allows you to communicate with one another free from the prying eyes and ears of the other players.   

=============   

Teneb (other)
    You are a Necromancer who has come to this back woods town to practice your art in relative safety. As long as you do not have a Zombie Servant you may choose to Raise a dead player as a Zombie as your night action. You and your Zombie will share a quickchat, and you can order your zombie to perform a Night Kill on another player each night.
   
    Your Zombie will not show up as an active player and will not participate in the day phase, but can be targeted by night actions if someone thinks to do so.
   
    You win when all opposing players are dead.

--   
   
TheDarkStar (other)
    You are a Guardian Angel. You have been directed by the Heavens to ensure that EPenguin survives this ordeal so that they may fulfil their true destiny when the time comes.

    Each night you may choose to use a Protection Charm on your ward. You may choose from the following:
      Protection from Night Kills
      Protection from Conversion
      Protection from Investigation
      Protection from Judgement (the next day your ward will require 1 more vote to lynch than usual)   

    You win as long as your Ward is alive at the end of the game.

=============
   
Cheesecake (town)
    You are a Wearbear. Though cursed to transform into a slavering beast at night, you are not evil. In fact, you only wish to help your fellow townsfolk and have long been a pillar of the community. However, you must keep yourself locked in your house at night for any that come to disturb you while you are transformed shall be attacked. Sad as it is, you cannot help yourself.
   
    However, perhaps now this curse will be a blessing? Whatever forces of evil that afflict your town shall find far more than they bargained for if they come knocking on your door...
   
--
   
Deus Asmoth (town)
    You are a Dreamwalker, blessed with the ability to wander the minds of others as you sleep. Each night you will receive the Night PM of another player, or random dreams if that player had no PM. While you cannot control this gift, it may prove instrumental in rooting out the evil that afflicts the town.
   
--
   
EPenguin (town)
    You are a Sexton of the local church, charged with the maintenance of the holy burial grounds. Each morning you will be informed if any of the graves have been disturbed in some way.
   
--
   
Jack AT (town)
    You are a Vampire Hunter, a wandering warrior seeking out the evils of the night. While especially skilled at dealing with Vampires, of course, you are also quite capable of taking out other foes. Each night you may choose to Inspect another player to determine if they are a Vampire, or you may choose to Kill another player that you suspect of being evil. But be careful, for your allies will fall to your blade as easily as any enemy.
   
   
--

Peradon (town)
    You are an Illusionist. A skilled magician, you excel at misdirection and bedazzlement. Each night you may choose to Redirect a player to a different target of your choice. The player will be aware of your misdirection, but not until any actions they would have performed are completed. If that player had no action that night, then your illusion has no effect and the player will be unaware of any tampering.
   
   
--
   
Persus13 (town)
    You are a simple Townsperson, though one of good standing and firm will. You must use your wits to aid your town and bring the downfall of whatever evil is plaguing your fair lands.
   
--

ToonyMan (town)
    You are a Fortune Teller, a Mystic of no small power. Using divination magic passed down from generation to generation of your family, you have the ability to Scry another player to determine what Type of Role they have. You will receive an answer of Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, or Survivor.
   
--

birdy51 (town)
    You are a Priest of the local church. In addition to your normal duties, you have access to powerful rituals that may only be used in the more dire of situations. Well...this certainly counts, doesn't it?
   
    Once during the game you may attempt to Resurrect a dead player as a Night Action. If you are successful, they will be brought back to life. Be warned, though, that if your soul is impure or if the ritual is performed incorrectly the results can be unpredictable and even harmful.

   
--
   
flabort (town)
    You are a Sexton of the local church, charged with the maintenance of the holy burial grounds. Each morning you will be informed if any of the graves have been disturbed in some way.

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

birdy51 

You kneel on the ground, eyes cast up to the heavens as you pray for strength and guidance. But your prayers are interrupted by a knocking at the door.

"Night Watch, sir. I'm to make sure no one enters or leaves this house tonight." says a voice from outside.

"Oh, very well. But keep it down out there!" you shout back.

Muttering to yourself, you return to your prayers. Fortunately, the rest of your night goes undisturbed.

--
               
Deus Asmoth   

You drift into sleep and your mind beings to wander the threads of thought that tie all Men together. As you touch one, you feel drawn to it, and you slip into the scene of another's memory.

You kneel on the ground, eyes cast up to the heavens as you pray for strength and guidance. But your prayers are interrupted by a knocking at the door.

"Night Watch, sir. I'm to make sure no one enters or leaves this house tonight." says a voice from outside.

"Oh, very well. But keep it down out there!" you shout back.

Muttering to yourself, you return to your prayers. Fortunately, the rest of your night goes undisturbed.

As you drift back to your own dreams there is a sharp cold feeling. The dreams fade, to be replaced by Oblivion

Your soul waits there, floating in the nothing, for whatever the afterlife may hold.

--
               
Jack AT

You slip through the town like a shadow, skillfully dodging the clumsy night watch as they make their oblivious rounds. Soon you arrive at Deus Asmoth's house.

After breaking the fragile lock with a single quick motion you make your way through the house to the bedchamber.

There is your target, Deus Asmoth, asleep in his bed. Perhaps not a Vampire, then, but still he holds the potential for great evil. You pull out the consecrated silver dagger of your order and swiftly plunge it into his heart. He doesn't even wake up before death takes him.

With the deed done you return to your own quarters. Now you must simply wait to see if you made the right choice.

--

origamiscienceguy 

You don your official Watch uniform and head over to birdy51's house. Once there, you knock on the door to announce your presence.

"Night Watch, sir. I'm to make sure no one enters or leaves this house tonight."

"Oh, very well. But keep it down out there!" Comes the reply from within the house.

He does not attempt to leave and no one attempts to enter, so after many hours on watch you return to your house to get some rest before the next day's Trial.

--

Peradon 

On your way home from the Hall you oh-so-casually wander by birdy51's house. As you pass by you mutter a complex string of incantations under your breath. By the time you have finished and turn down the corner the Illusion is complete. If he tries to do anything tonight he will find himself at Cheesecake's door instead of wherever he was trying to go.

--
               
roo 

Once darkness has fallen across the town you make your way over to ToonyMan's house. Once there you mask yourself and burst through the door. Startled, he barely manages to stand up before you slam his head with your club. He crumples to the ground in a heap, which you expertly tie up and sling over your shoulder.

You return with your prize to the Alter that you've set up in your basement. The hapless victim is set out on the Alter. You light the blood red candles and set them around his body, chanting in a language never meant for human tongue.

The power grows, and as you near the final words of the ritual you can see ToonyMan's eyes opening. You smile behind the mask, although he cannot see it, and bring the ancient Bronze Axe up high. With a single powerful blow you sever his head from his body. The ritual completes with the candles sending a torrent of red flame up to the ceiling.

Satisfied, you place his head in an alcove and dispose of the body in the river.

--

spruce 

You spend the night watching the stars. After a while you head back in and consult the various tomes of Astrology in your library.

Yes...yes...the Eye of Heaven watches down on this town. Outside forces have taken an interest in these matters, that you are certain of. But to help or to hinder? That is unclear. Perhaps you shall learn more tomorrow night.

--
       
ToonyMan   

You sit down at your table and pull out the runes. You run each one through your hands, aligning your mind and infusing the image of birdy51 into it before placing it into a large wooden bowl. You swirl the bowl of runes and upend it.

Hmm...fascinating. That configuration...but this rune is blank...Ah! Yes. It can mean only one thing. He is a Changer of some sort.

As you ponder the meaning of this a figure bursts through your door. You get only a glimpse of dark green robes and a horrifying mask before a club strikes you in the head and all goes black.

..

After some time you awaken. The room is dark, lit only by candles. A figure stands nearby, speaking in some strange and disquieting tongue. You try to move, but you are bound in ropes.

You look up in horror as the figure brandishes a bronze axe. Fear rushes through you and you struggle, but it is no use. The blow lands true, and you have the bizarre feeling of your head tumbling away from your body. Soon, though, the darkness of Oblivion takes hold as your soul moves on to whatever the afterlife may hold.

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

birdy51   

You gather up your things and head for the door. You pause for a moment and take a deep breath. You can do this. You've studied the rites, mastered the prayers. You will perform a miracle tonight, and if the gods favor you perhaps this shall turn the tide against evil.

You open the door and step out into the night.

A shadow near you moves. You turn just in time to see a club swinging in. You don't even feel the impact before everything goes dark.

..

You awaken. Your head hurts and your memory is fuzzy. Where...where are you?

The room is dim, but there are candles next to you. You try to get up and find that you are bound. As you struggle a figure comes into view, chanting in a strange and disquieting tongue. You try to speak, but you are gagged.

The figure ignores your struggles as it walks around the table you are tied onto. No...the Altar that you are tied onto. You can't tell what this ritual is, but you know a religious ceremony when you see one.

Finally the figure stops next to you. You twist and turn just enough to see a gleaming bronze axe lifted high, and you can't stop the muffled scream that escapes you as it comes down.

There is a sickening sense of disorientation, and then the world fades to black as your soul drifts off to the ether.

--

Cheeetar

You can feel the change coming over you. As it happens every night. The beast within awakens.

Prowling.

Seeking.

The humanity in the back of you mind hoping that no one comes by. No one has to die tonight.

But there it is. A knocking at the door.

The beast growls.

A voice outside, confused.

The smell of prey outside.

The door busts out.

A shocked figure, spear in hand. A threat!

A swipe of the claws. The spear clatters to the ground.

Another swipe. The figure staggers and falls. The smell of blood, and fear. The prey is trying to run!

A chase! A short chase, though. Not fulfilling. Claws slash, teeth rend. The prey is dead.

Time to feast! NO! The Humanity strains against the beast. We do not eat people! We are not a cannibal!

The Beast fights back...but then retreats. Padding back inside. Sulking.

Victory, of a sort.

But who died?

--
               
Jack AT 

Another night, another hunt. Hopefully you've chosen better this night.

You slip through the town and soon arrive at Persus13's house. His door is rather securely locked...but there is a balcony that should be reachable. You climb up to it slowly and quietly, and once there you find that its lock is not nearly so secure. That taken care of you sneak into the bedroom.

Persus wakes up as you draw near and sits up. "Who..who's there?" he sounds alarmed and still half asleep. Wasting no time you lash out with the dagger, catching him in the throat.

He grabs his neck and gurgles a bit before falling backwards onto the bed.

You clean off your blade and leave the way you came.

--

origamiscienceguy 

You don your official Watch gear and head off to Cheeetar's house. Best he not go anywhere tonight.

As usual, you walk up to the door and knock. "Hey, Town Watch. I've been assigned to guard you tonight."

You hear nothing but some strange...growling sound?

"Um...hey, you there? Everything all right?" This just doesn't seem right.

The door bursts open with a loud bang and a shower of splinters. You step back in shock as a great bear looms up before you. You grab hold of your spear and prepare to fight, but a massive paw slams into you before you can strike. Pain and blood, the spear clattering to the ground out of limp fingers. Another swipe from the bear sends you sprawling.

Run! shout your instincts, and you scramble up and run away.

Pain lances through your arm with every step. You breath is labored, but fear keeps you moving as you rush headlong into the forest.

The bear is behind you. You can hear it, crashing along. No to time to look. Must...run...faster.

Hot breath on your neck is your only warning before the bear plows into you. Sharp claws and rending teeth. You scream in pain and terror, but nothing you do deters it.

Soon your life force fades and your mind sinks into the cool blackness of death.

--
               
Persus13 

You wake up in the night to find someone in your room. Sleepy and worried, you call out. "Who...who's there?"

The figure doesn't make a sound but strikes out at you. You try to dodge, but aren't fast enough and the blade of his knife buries itself in your neck. Pain and shock...you can't breath! You grasp your neck, trying to stem the flow of blood as you gasp for air.

It is no use. Your mind fades quickly, and soon your soul drifts off into the ether.

--

roo   

You mask your face and head off in search of birdy51. It is time his blood fuels the power of your rituals.

You sneak off to his house, and as you are scouting around you hear movement at the door. Smirking, you set yourself up just outside. Sure enough, a few moments later he emerges. He turns just in time to take a club to the face and he crumples to the ground in a heap without so much as a shout. Perfect.

You sling him over your shoulder and take him back down to the ritual room.

Trussed and ready on the table, you light the red candles and begin the chant once again. The words are still strange, and though they send a shiver through your soul they are easier this time. The power of the ritual increases with each sacrifice, as the books said they would.

You walk thrice around the table, ignoring the feeble struggles of birdy. When you finish you raise the Bronze Axe high and delight in the fear in his eyes as it comes down.

You place his head in the prepared alcove and dispose of the body in the river like the others.

--

spruce

You continue your studies from the night before. A passage tickled at the back of your mind, and you think you know where it might lead to.

Yes...yes...this is it! You pull out another tome. There! Yes! The signs are clear. It all points to a Guardian Angel being manifest in the town. But to what end?

Fascinating. You'll have to think on this more.

--
       
TheDarkStar

Freed from your corporeal form you drift over to Tiruin's house and prepare a ward of protection around it. Whatever evil is being done this night, she at least will be protected from harm.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

Jack AT

You awaken in the night to a sound in your house. Slipping quietly out of bed you pull out your dagger, creep towards the door, and slowly start to open it. Suddenly the door is shoved at you and the corner slams into your forehead. You stumble backwards in pain as a figure pushes inside. A club whistles through the air at you, but your years of training pay off as you duck beneath it and scramble away.

The figure is dressed in dark robes, and their face is obscured by a heavy bronze mask that leers at you in the dim moonlight.

Another swing of the club, this one you dodge to the side and slash as the figure with your dagger. The blade cuts cloth, but you don't think you did any real damage through the voluminous robes. You swing again as the club comes down at you. Each of you grab the arm of the other and you push and pull at one another, struggling to gain the upper hand. Then the figure comes in with a wicked head-butt. The bronze mask slams into you with punishing force and you stagger backwards, tripping over the bed. As you try to roll back to your feet the club connects with your skull and all goes black.

.......

You awaken, groggy and in pain.

The room is dim. There are candles nearby. And strange chanting.

You try to move, but you're tied down.

The chanting stops. Your eyes glimpse a flicker of movement as an axe swings down at your head.

There is pain. And disorientation. And then, finally, an eternal blackness.

--
           
H4zardZ1 

You don your robe and mask, pick up the cudgel, and head out into the night. You're going after Jack and, if he's telling the truth, he's not going to be easy to take down.

You take a deep breath. You can do this. The Sleeping One's power infuses you more and more with each night of the ritual.

You step outside and into the night.

The walk to his house is tense but uneventful.

His door is locked, but after a while you manage to open it without making too much sound.

You sneak through the silent house. Your own breath sounds loud behind the mask.

As you near the bedroom you see the door slowly opening it. Time to move fast! You rushforward and slam into the door and are rewarded with a grunt of pain on the other side.

You push your way in to see Jack stepping back a bit, hand over his forehead. You swing at him with your club but he ducks under it and scrambles away. Another swing, but this time you have to dodge backwards as he slashes up your robes with a dagger.

Cursing silently to yourself you swing again just as he takes another swipe at you with the dagger. You grab his dagger arm with your free hand just as he grabs your club arm with his. The two of you struggle for a bit, each trying to gain an advantage. You can feel sweat forming on the inside of the heavy bronze mask....the mask! You slam your forehead into his, the padding inside the mask taking the brunt of the force for you. He staggers backwards and trips over the bed. You take advantage of his momentary misstep to land a solid blow with your club against his head and he collapses into a heap.

Your victim finally subdued you bind him and carry his limp form back to the altar where he is tied securely. This is not a man you want causing trouble during the ceremony!

When you are finally a bit safer you stop and take some deep breaths. You gather up the candles and light them.

The words of the ritual begin...almost not of your will. No matter. Of course the Sleeping One would want the power of this one.

As you round the alter a final time and raise the axe you see slight movement from Jack as he tests his bonds. Your swing is, perhaps, a bit more forceful than usual as you decapitate him.

You take great satisfaction is placing his head in the alcove.

--

notquitethere   

You spend the evening following up on several possible leads, but in the end you decide that there are no more outside forces in effect. That makes things a bit more..dependable, at the very least.

--

TheDarkStar   

Once again you weave the divine light to protect Tiruin from Harm this night. With all the murders, it seems a prudent thing to do.

Spoiler: Night 4 (click to show/hide)

TheDarkStar   

You are very close to have fulfilling your mission. One last night of Protections to keep her safe, if you are both lucky.

The wards are in place. Now to see what dawn brings.

Spoiler: Night 5 (click to show/hide)

TheDarkStar   

This night continues like the others. You place your Wards over Tiruin. And you wait.

[ToonyMan]

Good job town. I totally helped.

[notquitethere]

Thanks for your valiant efforts 4mask. We inherited a tight spot and did our best to work our way out of it. Oh well. When it was still Hazard and Jack was still alive we were very close to lynching Tiruin, but when that failed it all went downhill and the truths I told to get Tiruin lynched made it much harder to accuse TDS and Cheetar of lying.

[Persus13]

Seeing the good mafia players keep ignoring the OP or make mistakes because of inexperience with Paranormal games was super annoying.

Nice job 4mask, I believed you there for a bit, before I remembered that you were 4mask and bussing was your thing.

[notquitethere]

Yeah, we really should have had me bus 4mask. People wouldn't have seen that coming so much, but I'd have needed a better cover story to begin with.

[Jack A T]

Woo, town win.

To be honest, although the game started well, it sort of went downhill.  Basically, most stuff Day 3 and on was a giant pile of mistakes:
*Flabort tunneled Cheeetar hard.
*Cheeetar tunneled flabort harder.
*I wrote off the real scumteam as incredibly unlikely based on flawed logic.
*4maskwolf botched his fakeclaim in a way that made it really easy to catch (blocking a dead guy N2).
*Nobody caught that.
*Tiruin did a cross-comparison of 4maskwolf's claim and the nightly kills and still missed the giant gaping hole in 4mask's claim.  (This is when I started laughing at how much of a mess the game had become, instead of just complaining about town errors.)


As for N3, I was actually torn between killing NQT (last-minute thoughts and realizations!) and not killing.  Decided not to kill in the end (if I killed and was wrong, that would be an instant scum win, and I wanted to give town a chance to find scum).

EDIT: NQT put it best in the scumchat:

This feels like one of those disastrous heist films where mistakes keep escalating.

[Dorsidwarf]

My facepalm was at the point Tiruin claimed to have roleblocked 4maskwolf for no reason whatsoever and nobody saw that, either.

[birdy51]

I egged myself in the face hard. I suppose there is a reason I don't play very often. : P