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[GlyphGryph]

You can try, but only votes from the actual players will be counted so please don't make me suffer by filling the thread with fake votes.

[dakarian]

Guys... Glyph's a #)#@)% but I think he just ruined it for everyone.


According to what I was told, at some point, I'm supposed to be lynched.

[Vector]

Guys... Glyph's a #)#@)% but I think he just ruined it for everyone.


According to what I was told, at some point, I'm supposed to be lynched.

Whullahey?

[dakarian]

I'm serious.   I'm supposed to be lynched.

[GlyphGryph]

Now you've got even me confused. :/

Anyways, I'll open the thread officially come morning.

[Rysith]

Well, I learned that I can't do things before the game starts in hopes of breaking it...

[Vector]

I'm serious.   I'm supposed to be lynched.

I do not see how this "ruins things for everyone."  I mostly hear that your vote doesn't count.

Thus, either you are supposed to be lynched and are helping to "ruin things for everyone" as we speak, or you are spewing so much WIFOM as to need an incredible amount of ignoring.

Hence, I am ignoring you for now.


Now, for a little experiment...


Vector N. Glass shifts from foot to foot, kicking up a dusty smatter.  He's always been a Glass, that's his story; looking out for adventure, romance, and a place to hang his hat.

"We're fighting us a war of red roses," he mutters under his breath.  "Now all we need's a miracle."

He is slightly drunk on glory.  The hip flask is filled mostly with fumes, and though he'd drink more he's saving that last shot for the end of the world.  His sharp gray eyes will peer into eternity, and he'll drink... then BAM, hard whiskey for a soft finish.  No gin-flavored tears and sad tomorrows, turning into one of those wrinkled piles of flesh who play chess in the park.

No, Glass is going to be young forever... well, young-ish.  The hair by his temples is turning salt-and-pepper (dove on sware), but he still swears he doesn't feel a day past twenty.  Or is it thirty-three?  Whatever, who cares.  He's young enough.  Still spring enough to chicken.

He was supposed to be doing something, out in this cold time before dawn's breaking.  He can't remember, and he feels vaguely tangled up in his duster.

Right.

"You!" he says, gesturing wildly.  "Rysith.  What do you think we're doing here?"

[GlyphGryph]

The lights turn on in a blinding flash to reveal a large arena full of weapons, traps, and 5 sleeping bodies.

The announcer speaks from his podium.

"Welcome, welcome! As you can see, the show is about it to start!" As he speaks, the contestants begin to wake up. "I will be your host, GlyphGryph! Now let us introduce our contestants!"

"First, we have the wily and quick witted VECTOR N. GLASS! Give him a round of applause, folks!" he says as vector struggles to his feet.

"Then, we have the ambitious LEAFSNAIL! He went through a lot of trouble to be here today, folks, so lets show him how much we appreciate it!" There are few cheers from the audience.

"Everybody give a standing ovation to WEBADICT, the man in the brown robes and cracked ivory mask! A returning contestant, its nice to see a familiar face! Or not see, as the case may be!"

"THE OVERSEER is making an appearance today as well, so come on and put your hands together! Thanks for participating, Overseer!"

"And last but not least, the always conscientious and responsible RYSITH! We're sure he's already hard at work figuring out what is going on, and he'll be pleased to know all his abilities are now officially activated!"

"And finally, of course, a thank you to YOU, our audience! Without your financial contributions, our little show just wouldn't be possible!" The lights swing forward to illuminate those in the box seats, who smile and bow a bit.

"Now, let the games begin! You all know why you are here, and what you need to do to escape!

A few things to keep in mind, though..."

Okay, the game has officially started. It is now the start of day 1! (technically it was a couple minutes ago)

Everybody's powers now work, everybody's votes now count.

The audience will be happy to provide "advice" to help you along, but be careful about how much you trust it. The only stake they have in this game is personal amusement.

Unlike in normal mafia, dead players can't win! Ah well.

Did I forget anything... hmm...

Oh, PM all actions to me, don't post them here or in scum thread.

Days will last about (at least?) 24 hours between commercials, but its also related to when I show up. Until I'm here and have posted, the day is still going.

Have fun and let the blood flow!

[webadict]

Supadup?

[Rysith]

Well Glass, I'm sure that in your world of miracles and roses, you can afford to stay young forever, but where I come from things are a bit different.

Where I come from, things were a bit harder, and that's all I've got to go back to once this case is over. I'm trying to survive here, trying to survive and figure things out, same as I always do.

Now then, we've got ourselves in quite the situation here, and the only way out is going to be working together. Does anyone have any information they'd like to share?

All I know is that they've wiped my memory and gave me a note with a 'U' on it. Other than that, I'm completely in the dark.

So, Mr. Overseer, what's your plan?

[dakarian]

Well, let's get this started formally. 

I not only dislike Vector's tone, but I know that the post after my first 'odd' post came AFTER he received his role.

Also, he's argues against the fact that I'm supposed to be lynched.

[The Overseer]

Rysith:

Find the scum, solve the puzzle, obviously. Bastard means something odd is going on on, so we need to figure out what. So, what things are different? - we have an official audience, who have been trying to cast votes and sow confusion but the mod said the votes don't count.

But he didn't recruit for an audience, people requested it.

So... Leafsnail, the green stuff calls you ambitious and said you WANTED to be here... any idea why?

[Leafsnail]

The Overseer - I'm curious.  Who are you an anonymous version of?  I suppose I could try analysing your text, but my guess is that you are merely here to sow more confusion.

As for wanting to be here... I dunno.  Possibly because I pre-inned?

[Leafsnail]

You have the same timezone as GlyphGryph and a similar style to him, so I think that's it.

[GlyphGryph]

Suddenly, Rysith appears to be gripped by an invisible force. He is lifted into the air, and then slammed into the ground, and then sent flying sideways. With a gasp, he is impaled on a large, long spike, and he gasps no more.

Rysith has been killed by a mysterious force!