Modded by Prism, backup modded by catboi.
Setup by Something_Smart, ruleset unashamedly plagiarized from Hectic, and for formatting I am greatly indebted to northsidegal
Game Status
Players
Gate
Keep
Wall
Events
Last edited by Prism on Tue Jan 04, 2022 6:45 pm, edited 25 times in total.
In addition to exactly one of the above role PMs, all players will receive the same two spoilers highlighting important setup features & deadline conditions, along with a confirmation request. All three can be found here.
All Role PMs have now been sent. Players have 36 hours to confirm before I seek a replacement:
(expired on 2021-12-19 09:00:00)
I noticed that I did not specify whether Saboteurs could continue to post in their PT after the resolution of their minigame on Day 2. They cannot, and I have revised the ruleset to reflect this. This did not come as the result of an inquiry of a player.
Nine gather in the central courtyard to ominous news. The remains of the spare parts for the fortress's various defense mechanisms, recently unaccounted for, have washed up as floatsam on the banks of the river just below the wall. The leftover vestiges testify only to ruined wrecks with no hope of recovery, and most of the debris has long since been swept away.
Posting a single guardian is no longer an option, not with such clear evidence of sabotage in your midst. The fortress can hold if one section is rendered inoperable, but all will be lost if the damage extends further. Hold out until the machinists can reinforce the critical mechanisms; the saboteurs must surely act before then, or their chance will be gone.
There is no commander anymore, not when mutual suspicion runs so deep. For the moment, you can trust only yourself. Still, you know some share your purpose. You all have your strengths and weaknesses, sections of the fortress that you know inside and out. There are postings that keep you at your most alert, that lull you into a sense of overease, or whose grand sights overwhelm you with a wave of despair.
Leverage that knowledge of yourself and each other to maximum effect, or you too will find yourself as floatsam in the river of oblivion.
For Saboteurs and Guardians alike, the question is the same: Where will you go?
Day 1 has begun, and you may now post. The deadline is in (expired on 2021-12-23 10:50:00).
Last edited by Prism on Sat Dec 18, 2021 5:44 am, edited 1 time in total.
Note that I have added to my ruleset regarding V/LA and holidays.
The initial prod timer for players on V/LA will be 48 hours, but you will still have only 36 hours to respond. Holiday extensions, if necessary, will not count against prod timers. I will generally use EST to calculate this, but I will try to account for timezones.
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The nine have made their penultimate choices. Some seized the moment immediately to secure the position best for them, some tagged along, others...made no decision at all, until the passage of time had made it for them.
The beating of your heart reminds you that time continues to tick, and what might be the last two days of your life slip away uncontrollably. Still in peak physical condition, the time surely cannot be so soon, and your life cannot end here.
Whatever your own motivations, work with your compatriots to secure for yourselves a spot in the realm of the living at tomorrow's end. As nerves set in, you cannot help but wonder: did you really make the right choice? Perhaps another has the same fear, and there remains time yet, however brief, to fix the error before it turns fatal.
Night 1 has begun.
The deadline is in (expired on 2021-12-23 13:15:00).
The deadline is in (expired on 2021-12-26 10:15:00).
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You all hoped in vain that the night would pass without incident. A dreadful fire broke out at the gate, and threatened to overwhelm the fortress entirely. All pitched into help, or at least put up a front, but one stood out beyond the rest. Tanner stayed up all night, successfully coordinating your firefighting efforts, before eventually collapsing from a mixture of exhaustion and injury. Now bedridden and covered in burns, there can be little doubt to where his loyalty lies. Still, the only person you can trust can no longer defend the Gate, and you're a man short. A lone guardian will surely be betrayed if left alone with a saboteur. Tanner's earned the right to choose his replacement.
May he have as much wisdom as he does courage.
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Two of you seem to have reconsidered your original positions. Rumors of threatening notes, nervous second guessing, or strategic swaps are all denied. It's simply for the best of the fortress. Reluctantly, you all agree. It's not like you have a choice. The day has dawned. Try not let it be your last.
implosion is now at the Wall while Pavowski is now at the Keep.
Day 2 has begun, and you may now post. The deadline is in (expired on 2022-01-06 15:00:00).
Last edited by Prism on Sun Dec 26, 2021 9:00 am, edited 2 times in total.
Welcome back, everyone. I hope both that you enjoyed your holiday, and that the extended break wasn't too much. I have added 24 hours to this day's deadline to compensate for New Year's Eve. That day will not count against prod timers, generally based off of EST but I will try to accommodate for timezones.
Don't ask me why I didn't do the same for New Year's Day, because I really don't know but we're committed now.
In post 444, numberQ wrote:@mod, will individual minigames flip at the time they're completed? So if we finish for example the Wall today, will all 3 alignments at the Wall be revealed before the end of the game?
A minigame will be publicly resolved, and all players in it publicly flipped, when a decisive vote is reached.
With the exception of Tanner, who may post at any time, players may not post in any gamethreads after I publicly resolve their minigame.
In your example, the moment the Wall is resolved I will post the outcome and the players will be publicly flipped.
You all are caught in a standoff, but at the end of the day you have to trust one another. The fate of not only yourselves but your allies hang in the balance. The sun makes its way westward, posing now directly above the top of the Keep, the heat bearing down directly on its inhabitants.
Pavowski, long sheltered by the shade of the wall, now finds that all refuge has disappeared. He looks nervously at an old friend, Lukewarm, now skeptical that this assignment was made to reap the rewards of an extended betrayal.
Aristeia had played that she had all the answers, ready to vote at any time. Still, she wavers. An eye looks at Lukewarm, an eye looks at Pavowski.
Lukewarm feels himself turn warm, turn to hot, turn to very hot. The pressure and heat wave combine to be unbearable, and the wavering of Aristeia has transformed this once stalwart soldier into a nervous wreck.
"No need to rush, dude" says Pavowski. Now standing next to Lukewarm, his voice is as reassuring as ever. Still, Lukewarm catches an anxious glint in his eye.
Aristeia senses the nerves creeping in, and begins to walk over, eying Pavowski. Lukewarm catches a smile flash across Pavowski's face, and realizes this might be his last chance. He lunges towards Pavowski, shoving him over the Wall, and anxiously turns to face Aristeia.
Did he really make the right call? Aristeia, unfazed by the demise of a comrade, smiles.
"You're all alone now, Lukewarm. You know what that means, right?
I wanted to come here with Tanner, and you? Well, you're second rate. You're not enough. You've always known that, right?
...I can defend the Keep on my own!"
She continues walking, the gentle smile hiding unshakeable determination. Lukewarm, in disbelief, freezes.
It takes only the lightest shove to send him to join Pavowski as a pile of scattered bones below.
Aristeia, safe at the top of the Keep, waves and calls down below.
"All secure up here, Tanner!~ What a shame about Lukewarm and Pavowski, though. I never expected them to take such a rough tumble."
The Wall, currently secured by the trio of implosion, numberQ, and RH9, remains intact for now, though all doubt the impasse will last.
But now the moment of triumph or disaster has arrived at the Gate. Tanner has chosen its sole defender. The deaths of Lukewarm and Pavowski have hammered his spirits hard, and the other guardians have watched nervously as he seeks comfort in the bottle, rambling about his lack of sleep.
VP Baltar has furiously impressed upon his old friend the obvious value and loyalty of his service. Tanner's suggestions that he might soon find himself handcuffed to the wall well are met with only an indifferent smile and seemingly honest, open hands. Tanner turns his eyes to imaginality, a guardian of equally longstanding service but with less personal rapport between them. He turns his eyes back to VP Baltar.
"You know it's the right choice, Tanner! Stop playing around."
"I'll
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tell you what's the right choice-throwing you clear off the wall
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if you don't give me room to think."
"I'm here, Tanner" says imaginality.
"Yeah, yeah you are...Thanks."
Tanner looks at VP Baltar. He looks at imaginality.
"Just send me before you regret it you sloppy, drunken animal. You did enough last night, I'll take it from here"
"THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD IT FOR THE LAST TIME BALTAR!"
"...Get out of my sight and get to the Gate. imaginality, I think Aristeia wants to see you up at the Keep."
"Thanks Tanner, really. You won't regret it." says VP Baltar with a smile as he makes his way to the Gate.
A wave of horrified realization washes down imaginality's face.
.........And at the end of the night, what remained? With the Gate and Keep intact, the fortress lived to see the night. The guardians have held fast, and the opposing army arrives only to find it can make no progress. The machinists will replace the fortress's missing spare parts overnight, and you have more than enough supplies to last the season. The last casualty is RH9, who you find has followed his compatriots down the wall in his despair.
You bury Pavowski with highest honors and a statue to last the ages in the courtyard. The bodies of Lukewarm, imaginality and RH9 are left to be washed down the river of time, and eventually their names, too, are lost to oblivion.
The Guardians have secured for themselves a respite from the blistering, relentless sands of time. They have weathered the storm without fail and secured for themselves a continued place in human history.
Congratulations to the Guardians for securing the sweep!
I want to thank all of you for playing. This was one of the easiest playerlists I have ever seen, with very little intervention required and things very rarely if ever getting personal or overstepping. I had a blast moderating this, I love the idea behind this setup, and I was very pleased to see careful strategic play it inspired from both alignments.
I am very grateful to those of you who stayed with me the entire time, and of course to my two wonderful replacements in Pavowski and RH9.
I want to note I purposely threw in the line about deadline to drive Tanner to the warmth and comfort afforded only by a handle of vodka and I am not sorry, I regret nothing.
Datisi playing the mafia game: "I am never doing this again. This is torture. I am in pain, real pain. This game turned me into an alcoholic. I hope I never wake up. Let my corpse and misery be a testament to how foolish it would be for others to follow. I regret my choices, my life, and above all signing up for Open 840, and signing up with these people."
Datisi immediately after playing the mafia game: "That was awesome, I can't wait to go again! Can I just get right back on the ride or is there a line?"
