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[Neruz]

Before i got to sleep.

Voite Kawnt (3 to Lynch)

tehstefan  [1] (webadict)
The Stephen  [1] (ToonyMan)
Apostolic Nihilist  [1] (MagmaDeath)
Neruz  [2] (Vector, Apostolic Nihilist)

[tehstefan]

I apologize for my tawdyness, I didn't mean to not post for so long, life just got in the way.

However, as to what to say, I'm at a loss. What kind of powers are going on, what kind of roles are there, I don't know. However, I'm almost certain lynching the mod is a bad idea.

Webadict why do you consider me scum?

[Neruz]

3 votes to lynch btw.

[Vector]

Everyone bandwagon Neruz's corpse!

[Pandarsenic]

Neruz! For the good of the land!

[Neruz]

Waitaminute, Vector's co-host now, that means his vote counts.

SHI-


Neruz has been Lynched!

Neruz was a Moderator (Bastard)



It is now Night. Night ends on Tuesday at 0200, GMT+0. Send Vector your Night Actions!

[Neruz]

Thread Unlocked for Vector

[Vector]

You awaken in the morning and find that ExKirby's Replacement Hydra has disappeared back to Neruz' brain, where it belongs!  One tentacle remains to wave a forlorn farewell, but it soon collapses to the ground in a puddle of ichor.

Angels dressed in kilts drift down from the sky and drape laurel crowns on Apostolic Nihilist (who seems to have a bad case of the giggles), Pandarsenic, and Neruz' corpse.  Hm.  It seems that the Cult of the Laurel Hypnotist King has won!

...

Second place, that is.


Aaaaand... that's game, dudes.

Cult chat, and Hive chat.

Roles:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Leafsnail

You are The Hypnotist!

During the night, you may hypnotise a player. Doing so will roleblock them for that night, additionally while they are hypnotised you may ask them one question, and if they know the answer they will give it to you. When morning comes you erase their memory, and they will not know what happened.

Additionally, you will automatically hypnotise anyone who attempts to use a night action on you, making them think their action succeeded while in reality the action fails.

You are TOWN, you win when only townies remain.

Mod Notes: When somone is hypnotised, they are also turned into a Cultist. The Cultists are informed that Leafsnail is their leader, but that they may not communicate with him and that he knows that he is a cult leader and will flip town on death.

Current Cultists are Pandarsenic and Neruz. Cult Chat is here.


tehstefan

You are M.C. Hammer!

At any time during the day you may declare It's Hammer Time! by posting that exact phrase in the thread. Doing so will immediately end the day and lynch the person with the most votes. Unfortunately you are also black, and the police of this town are a little old fashioned; you investigate as guilty.

You are TOWN, you win when only townies remain.

Apostolic Nihilist

You are the Bastard Moderator!

Once each day you may choose a statement made by someone other than you in the thread. PM me a quote of the statement, and it will become reality.
During the night you may reverse one player's fate; if they are alive, they will die. If they are dead, they will return to life.

You are INSANE WITH POWER, you win when you build a throne from the skulls of all the other players.

Mod Notes: SK Win Condition


RedWarrior0

You are A Zombie!

You like brains. Once each day, you may eat someone's brains. This ovbiously kills them, but grants you a limited 1-shot version of their power. While you're technically a town-aligned survivor role, the fact that you're a Zombie will mean that anyone who investigates you will get a scum result.

You are DEAD.
You win when you are NOT.

Mod Notes: Wins when targeted by Bastard Moderator's Reverse Fate ability. Reverse Fate on the Zombie makes him alive, thus fufilling his win condition of "Not Dead". He then gains the Former Zombie power role.


ExKirby

You are A Lawyer!

Using your amazing grasp of legalese, you may secretly obfuscate the vote during the day, making one person immune to lynching (you may change this person as many times as you like; changing things just makes everything even more confusing!)

During the night, you may bind a player in with legal docments. Doing so will tell you who, if anyone, interacted with that player on the night you bind them.

You are TOWN, but no-one likes Lawyers, so you investigate as guilty.

Mod Notes: Has binding legal documents. If killed, will be replaced with between 1 and 5 players as per contract. These players will be treated as a sort of WIFOM Mafia, given a number of abilities and have votes that do not actually count.


Pandarsenic

You are the Ballot Counter!

You control the votes, the ballot, the world. You have an extra vote, which you can place under a false name. PM the mod with the vote and the name you wish to place it under (it can be made up if you want). You do not need to use this extra vote if you don't want to.

You may also choose to remove a vote from the ballot at the end of the day; doing so without being noticed is tricky, so you can only do it once per day. PM the mod with the vote you wish to remove, and at the end of the day just before the count is made, it will vanish from the count!

You are TOWN, you win when only townies remain alive. Unfortunately, you have many enemies, enemies who are jealous of your power. You investigate as guilty.

MagmaDeath

You are the Man with Amnesia!

You don't know what your powers are. You don't know what your win condition is. You don't know if you are town or mafia. In fact you don't really know anything.

What you do know is that each night you may search a player's house for clues to your past. Someone must know something, right?

[Neruz]

Also, a forgotten mod note on Apostolic's kill; it bypasses the Hypnotist's protection, as Apostolic does not actually have physical contact with the Hypnotist.

[Vector]

Screw it, I like my Gigantic Walls of Flavortext.  Here they are...

Spoiler: Sent to Apostolic Nihilist (click to show/hide)

The sun sets with you prepared to reverse MagmaDeath's fate and leave him buried forever.  As you begin to clear your mind, however, you hear a floorboard creak.  A moment of breathless waiting passes and you close your eyes.  You can feel him.  He is close.  This will be easy, the work of a moment to bring the end of a life.

You smell something odd and, perturbed, leave your meditations again.  MagmaDeath stands over you.  His eyes are dark, weary, and somewhat unsteady.  He is unshaven and filthy.  He wears Leafsnail's coat, which is spattered heavily with blood.

In one callused hand he carries a gleaming red pendant on a gold chain, which swings gently before your eyes.  It glows in the light of the lamp.

"Look at the pretty jewel," he says.  You try to draw your eyes away, but it is impossible.  "Look at it.  Look here, isn't it lovely?"

"Lovely," you say.  You want to kill him and end this tomfoolery, but your mind is clouded.

"Very good," he says.  "Yes, very... very good.  Now, tell me who I am.  Not MagmaDeath--that's a name, you know, and what's in a name?  Not much.  Who am I?  Tell me that one.  Tell me."

"I don't know," you say.  You are being mostly honest.  You could probably find out for him, but you don't feel like helping out the crystal-waving twerp.

"Then tell me what you are," he says.  "What do you want from the world?  Look at the pretty jewel.  Tell me."

The answer is so obvious that you chortle--and once you begin laughing, you cannot stop.  It is like an illness, and though you shake your head and tears run down your face, you cannot stop laughing.  You laugh until your throat is raw and you keep laughing.  You laugh until you feel you might die, and you keep laughing.  You laugh until you cannot see and cannot breathe, long after MagmaDeath walks away with heavy footsteps.

You laugh the night away in the light of the lamp.  When morning rises, you realize that you have developed a certain fondness for the man who visited you last night.  He seemed surprisingly noble.


You are now part of MagmaDeath's cult.  Cult chat is here.  You may not communicate with MagmaDeath.  He is aware he is a cult leader and will flip town on death.

Spoiler: Sent to MagmaDeath (click to show/hide)

It's a pretty rough night, and you have a headache.  You'd swear that it's a bit like someone's prying at your skull, trying to do something funny... well, who knows these days.  You head down the street in the cold, though at least things are better now that you've got Leafsnail's jacket.  The weight of his rock in your pocket is satisfying.  You have possessions now.  Tomorrow, maybe you'll have a name and a place to hang your hat.  Tomorrow, maybe you'll know things.

Or maybe you'll just have Apostolic Nihilist's jacket, too.  That could be good.

So you walk down the street until you find the little tenement where Apost lives.  Seventh-floor walkup, not so easy on your knees, not so pleasant to climb up the fire escape.  You climb up.  Tomorrow, maybe you'll have a sweet wife and a couple of beautiful kids.  Her smile keeps you warm in the icy wind.  The laughter of your children keeps you climbing.

It's a wonderfully bittersweet and impossible dream.

Apost's door is unlocked.  The man must be insane, but then so is everyone, a little.  Your headache worsens as cross the threshold.  That's all right; you're so close, and then you'll know what your life was all about.

The floorboards creak as you head in, stomping over a Turkish carpet thick with mud.  A faint glow coming from what must be his living room shows black scratches on the walls, like tarry spiderwebs.  The man needs to do better maintenance on this place.

Apostolic Nihilist is sitting in what looks like a chair, but might be better called a throne.  It is only partially constructed, a yellowed piece of furniture made of human bones and with only half a back.  It sits at what would be the center of the spiderweb scratched and painted into the walls.

You take out the stone and walk closer.  His eyes are closed, though he breathes lightly.  He is pale and gaunt.  His fingernails are encrusted with blood.

When he opens his brilliant blue eyes to look at you, they are glowing.  Unperturbed, you show him the crystal.  You don't know why this comes naturally to you, but it does.  It's a gleaming star in a sea of darkness, and you want to hold onto it--not a memory, but some vestige of your past.  It belongs to you alone.

"Look at the pretty jewel," you say, swinging it gently on the end of its chain.  He sits and he stares, a king dumbfounded.  "Look at it.  Look here, isn't it lovely?"

"Lovely," he says.  He smiles like a wolf, but you don't care--you have power over him, and he cannot hurt you.  You are trembling.  You can almost taste your past.

"Very good," you say.  "Yes, very... very good.  Now, tell me who I am.  Not MagmaDeath--that's a name, you know, and what's in a name?  Not much.  Who am I?  Tell me that one.  Tell me."

"I don't know," he says.  You hate him a little, but that's all right.  You can take his coat and things will be better.  You'll have something of his to make up for what has been taken from you.

"Then tell me what you are," you say.  "What do you want from the world?  Look at the pretty jewel.  Tell me."

You want to know what life is like when you've had chances.  You want to know what you could expect from the world if you could only remember.  Apostolic Nihilist says nothing.  He stares at you for a moment, as though surprised, and then begins to laugh--and once he begins, he does not stop.  It is like an illness, and though he shakes his head and tears run from his bright blue eyes, he does not stop laughing.  He laughs until his face turns violet, and you decide he is mad... mad with something indefinable that he has and you do not, which you covet and he withholds.

Infuriated and somewhat disturbed, you walk away.  Within moments, your dream-wife's kiss is but a memory on your stubbled cheek.


Apostolic Nihilist is Insane with Power.

I decided that after Leafsnail collapsed dead, MagmaDeath nabbed his jacket.  Slightly odd, perhaps, but I figured I'd run with it.

[CobaltKobold]

Vector needs to run some sort of symbolic game.

[Apostolic Nihilist]

Cult, eh?

I have a feeling I should've just made true the, "Everyone is a winner!" statement, but such a victory would seem rather unfulfilling.

Bastard Moderator was a brilliant role, but a bit overpowered if used properly, I think. I'm also amazed that ExKirby's power was built into the game -- I expected it was emergent as something so contrived was ridiculous, especially coupled with the fact that he was the first kill.

I enjoyed this game, though I'm not sure how much fun it was for the town players. Looking back, I'm amazed anyone was able to keep a clear head through the fountains of wine that had sprung.

[dakarian]

wow.. that really was insane.


In any case, whoever can provide it of the mods we had here, be sure to send in the attendance results in.

[Vector]

Vector needs to run some sort of symbolic game.

I keep thinking about it, but I'm having trouble working out the mechanics and turning it into a proper game.  It'd certainly be a weird one.

wow.. that really was insane.

Yeah, this is why I love Neruz' games.  Neruz, make a BYOR after Webadict's and Dakarian's finish~  I want to play~~

[CobaltKobold]

Vector needs to run some sort of symbolic game.

I keep thinking about it, but I'm having trouble working out the mechanics and turning it into a proper game.  It'd certainly be a weird one.

Consider freeform. Of course, wouldn't be Mafia then