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[Urist_McArathos]

IN

What the hell, the worst that can happen is I die.

[Think0028]

That's the spirit!

...

Wait, have we started up the 'die in Mafia, die in real life' system yet?

[Urist_McArathos]

That's the spirit!

...

Wait, have we started up the 'die in Mafia, die in real life' system yet?

If so, I call dibs on the role I just made up:

You are a Corrupt, Autocratic Priest!  You can use fear and your control of the community and the ability to manipulate their devotions to get everybody killed, so you win.  You are also still a priest, so the witches can't kill you.  Oh, and you can fly or something.

[TolyK]

My role:
You are the Crazy Dude with Lots of Money. Every day you get money and can bribe any number of people into changing their vote for someone else (this works if you have enough money).

[Max White]

You are a dancing Russia bear. Every day you may dance once.

[Bdthemag]

You are a Tourist! Every day you may complain about the lack of hotels and bars.

[lordnincompoop]

Night 0 Has Begun!

Votecount:
Think0028 - 0 -
BDthemag - 0 -
Vector - 0 -
Toaster - 0 -
Dariush - 0 -
Pandarsenic - 0 -
TolyK - 0 -
UristMcArathos - 0 -
IronyOwl - 0 -
Flandre - 0 -
Simple - 0 -
Ottofar - 0 -
Jim Groovester - 0 -
Max White - 0 -

Not Voting - 0 -
No Lynch  - 0 -

Extend  - 0 -
Shorten  - 0 -

And so begins our epic dirge,
one of loss and woe unsung.
Even our players are counted among
those who have perished and were hung.

It is at night in which we set our scene,
when all the sane are asleep.
They dream of creatures, monstrous things,
that lurk in the dark, waiting to leap,

at the nearest man. Shaking with fear,
they lie in their beds half-awaiting,
with their words their minds sedating,
waiting, for what horrors might come.

The Night will end Monday, 8PM GMT.

[lordnincompoop]

Day 1 Has Begun!

Votecount:
Think0028 - 0 -
BDthemag - 0 -
Vector - 0 -
Toaster - 0 -
Dariush - 0 -
Pandarsenic - 0 -
TolyK - 0 -
UristMcArathos - 0 -
IronyOwl - 0 -
Flandre - 0 -
Simple - 0 -
Ottofar - 0 -
Jim Groovester - 0 -
Max White - 0 -

Not Voting - 0 -
No Lynch  - 0 -

Extend  - 0 -
Shorten  - 0 -


The late autumn sun, devoid now of much of its previous heat, rises again to greet the new day. Men and women wake and prepare themselves for today's activities - with the harvest now over, they must concentrate on getting rid of perishables and stocking up on enough hardy food to survive through the harsh winter. Merchants begin unloading their goods for sale in the square. They won't stay long, and they'll sell at lower prices too; the rumours have them spooked as well, and they'd rather deal with lower profit margins than spend the rest of their lives as an amphibian in an anonymous swamp.

Nothing of note seems to have happened last night - and though people are weary and suspicious, they seem relieved that it's just another ordinary day.

That is, of course, until they notice seven men - six of them heavily armed and armoured - riding towards town on horseback. Activity in the square slows down as people turn to watch them come in.

One of them - the one with a blue-black doublet and no armour - brings out a letter with a signature at the bottom. Thrusting it forward like some kind of protective charm, he bellows,

"By decree of His Holiness the Pope Innocent VIII, we the Inquisition have been given the authority to organise nation-wide hunts to purge the country of the sinful, depraved creatures known as witches."

"They may take any form, be it male or female, young or old, and have been known to wipe out entire villages. Thus, to save you from any suffering, we will begin a witch hunt here to purge your town from them before they can act."

"None of you may leave the town before we finish. We will expect full disclosure, and any attempts to resist will be taken as a sign of aggression and will be dealt with accordingly." The man nods at his armoured companions.

"We will listen to your accounts and suspects. We will also expect you to have a sinner ready for the noose by sundown."

"You may begin."


Nothing has happened during the Night.


The Day will end Wednesday, 8PM GMT.

You need 5 players to Extend and 8 players to Shorten.

[Think0028]

Dariush: In a semi-bastard mod like this, would you rather be town or scum?

[Toaster]

Simple:  What characteristics would you want in an ideal scum partner?


BD:  How much are you going to lurk?


Jim:  Assuming you were a cop:  Would you instantly claim a scum result under any circumstance?  If you had a town result on someone who was headed for a lynch, would you be their knight in shining armor and claim to save them?

[Vector]

read the flavour for detective work (highly recommended!)

IronyOwl, have you managed to find anything of interest yet?

I find the pope's name--"innocent 8" to be interesting, as it seems to imply that only eight of us are fully townies.  Furthermore, 14-8 = 6, which might explain the groups of 3 mentioned in the OP.

[Toaster]

Innocent VIII also had a serious vendetta against witches, and he put the two authors of the work quoted in the OP to the task of hunting them down.

[Vector]

There was an actual person named Innocent VIII?

This is an amazing crock of madness!

[Simple]

Yay, time to bring pitchforks and torches Hmm,we should burn or drown them imo, hanging feels inappropriate.

Simple:  What characteristics would you want in an ideal scum partner?

Good town play facade,activity and knowledge of these type of setup.

TolyK how unawareness of scum abilities alters your play ?

Think0028: Would you rather want to have investigative role or be granted some kind of immunity ?

[Dariush]

Dariush: In a semi-bastard mod like this, would you rather be town or scum?

Scum because having scumbuddies to help is a good thing.

There was an actual person named Innocent VIII?

Critical Research Failure much?

Max, would you prefer being a cop, a doc or a roleblocker?

BD, which third parties do you except to show up in this game?