Mini 1630: Edgar Allan Poe uPick GAME OVER!

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 1.12

...A few stanzas must go unquoted...

"But, list, Ianthe! when the air so soft
*Fail'd, as my pennon'd spirit leapt aloft,
Perhaps my brain grew dizzy—but the world
I left so late was into chaos hurl'd—
Sprang from her station, on the winds apart,
And roll'd, a flame, the fiery Heaven athwart.
Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar
And fell—not swiftly as I rose before,
But with a downward, tremulous motion thro'
Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto!
Nor long the measure of my falling hours,
For nearest of all stars was thine to ours—
Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red Dædalion on the timid Earth.

"We came—and to thy Earth—but not to us
Be given our lady's bidding to discuss:
We came, my love; around, above, below,
Gay fire-fly of the night we come and go,
Nor ask a reason save the angel-nod
She grants to us, as granted by her God—
But, Angelo, than thine grey Time unfurl'd
Never his fairy wing o'er fairier world!
Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes
Alone could see the phantom in the skies,
When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be
Headlong thitherward o'er the starry sea—
But when its glory swell'd upon the sky,
As glowing Beauty's bust beneath man's eye,

LynxKuroneko

(7): Bookitty, Policy Lynch, Ghatokaca, copper223, LynxKuroneko, Kthxbye, Catastrophe

Catastrophe

(1): Faster Than Light

Bookitty

(1): CaskOfAmontillado

Not Voting

(4): Krystal Bald, Medea the Alien, TierShift, BRantz

With 12 alive, it takes 7 to lynch.

Deadline: January 16, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-01-15 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

A lynch has been achieved!

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

...Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous investigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar. I quivered not in a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied and prepared to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.

"Gentlemen," I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, "I delight to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more courtesy. By the bye, gentlemen, this -- this is a very well constructed house." (In the rabid desire to say something easily, I scarcely knew what I uttered at all.) -- "I may say an excellently well constructed house. These walls -- are you going, gentlemen? -- these walls are solidly put together;" and here, through the mere phrenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick-work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom.

But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend ! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! -- by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman -- a howl -- a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation.

The hideous shriek improbably resolved into syllables! --- words! Icy dread seized my heart as the fell words pierced my soul:

One, at least one! There are at least one non-Morbid betrayer involved in my demise!

[/i]

Full short story here: http://poestories.com/read/blackcat

LynxKuroneko was the

Morbid-aligned Black Cat

Role PM:

Spoiler:

]Welcome! You are

The Black Cat

! You are one of the

Morbid

.

You have the following abilities ~

While Alive:

- Your vote and your wits.
- You are a self-voyeur. After each night, you will learn all (if any) actions that targeted you, but not who performed the actions.

While Dead:
- If you are lynched, the number of scum who voted you will be revealed in your cardflip.

Win Condition:

You win when all threats to the

Morbid

have been eliminated or nothing can prevent that from occurring.

The game thread is here.

Please confirm by replying to this PM with your alignment. Day 1 will start when at least 10 players have confirmed.

[fferyllt]

Night One begins now!

Deadline for night actions: December 18, 9 AM US Eastern Time

Countdown: (expired on 2015-01-18 06:00:00)

[fferyllt]

12 hours remain to send me night actions.

[fferyllt]

...Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven,

We forgot to act last night, apologies. Feel free to neighborize us if you want to, but to be honest we aren't all that engaged right now, and for my part I kinda want to sign up for another game and not have to worry about this one, but if you want me, just know you're probably getting me, Cephrir, the mediocre scumhunter,. It might have a better use in the future. Sorry we played so badly here and didn't do more. My reads are basically still as I last gave them with Cask as my best scumread. Please don't give Ghato a free pass, however.

i suck

CHESSKID

that is all

Only this, and nothing more.

Policy Lynch was the

Morbid-aligned Raven

Full poem here: http://poestories.com/read/raven

Role PM:

Spoiler:

Welcome! You are

The Raven

! You are one of the

Morbid

.

You have the following abilities ~

While Alive:

- Your vote and your wits.
- You are a 1-shot Loverizer. Once during the game at night you can select 2 players to become lovers. If one player is lynched or night killed, the other player will also die.
- You are a 1-shot rolestopper. Once during the game you can select a player to protect from all night actions.

While Dead:
- If you are lynched or night killed, you can give me a message to post in the next day's opening post.

Win Condition:

You win when all threats to the

Morbid

have been eliminated or nothing can prevent that from occurring.

The game thread is here.

Please confirm by replying to this PM with your alignment. Day 1 will start when at least 10 players have confirmed.

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.1

Originally titled "Heaven," "Fairy-Land" was written while Poe was at the United States Military Academy at West Point. Poe first offered the poem to Nathaniel Parker Willis, who wrote in an edition of "The Editor's Table" of the American Monthly of how he threw the submission into the fire and joyfully watched it burn.[16] Nonetheless, it was soon published in the September 1829 issue of The Yankee and Boston Literary Gazette. The journal's owner and editor John Neal introduced the poem and others by Poe as "nonsense". He did, however, admit that the work showed great promise in the author. His introduction read, "If E. A. P. of Baltimore — whose lines about 'Heaven,' though he professes to regard them as altogether superior to any thing in the whole range of American poetry, save two or three trifles referred to, are, though nonsense, rather exquisite nonsense — would but do himself justice, might make a beautiful and perhaps magnificent poem. There is a good deal to justify such a hope." It was first collected in Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems in 1829. In that collection, Poe dedicated "Tamerlane" to Neal.

Day Two of this game is dedicated to a few of Edgar Allan Poe's less well known poems, starting with Fairy-Land.

Not Voting

(11): Krystal Bald, Catastrophe, BRantz, TierShift, Ghatokaca, copper223, Kthxbye, CaskOfAmontillado, Faster Than Light, Bookitty, Medea the Alien

With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

Deadline: February 3, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-02-02 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

[TierShift]

The event I talked about in 343 has been triggered.
If the event was triggered on purpose, will the one who did so please reveal himself/herself?

[Catastrophe]

We have a question in to the mod about what she meant when she said there was at least one scum on the Lynx wagon. Not sure if she'll answer, but for now I choose to believe that she meant there was exactly one scum on the wagon.

I still feel like it's Kthx, but I'm not clear on how TSO feels about this.

--tool.

[BRantz]

Whatever happened last night affected me as well. My abilities have changed from what they were before.

[Ghatokaca]

F-16 submitted the neighborize on Lynx last night, which originally wasn't exactly my intention but isn't the worst thing that could happen.

[Ghatokaca]

The event I talked about in 343 has been triggered.
If the event was triggered on purpose, will the one who did so please reveal himself/herself?

Why?

[Ghatokaca]

Not sure if she'll answer, but for now I choose to believe that she meant there was exactly one scum on the wagon.

The flip says this explicitly.

[Catastrophe]

Not sure if she'll answer, but for now I choose to believe that she meant there was exactly one scum on the wagon.

The flip says this explicitly.

Not really. The death scene says this:

One, at least one! There are at least one non-Morbid betrayer involved in my demise!

Which says

at least

one, which is not an exact number. And the role PM says this:

- If you are lynched, the number of scum who voted you will be revealed in your cardflip.

Which says that she will say

exactly

how many. Both cannot be true, but I'm not sure which is it right now.

I mean, am I missing something? At least one =/= exactly one, in my book. At least one leaves room for there to have been more than one.

[TierShift]

Whatever happened last night affected me as well. My abilities have changed from what they were before.

For better or for worse? Why didn't you mention earlier that your abilities could change?

The event I talked about in 343 has been triggered.
If the event was triggered on purpose, will the one who did so please reveal himself/herself?

Why?

Not saying. I can more or less prove I'm town, so don't worry.

[Faster Than Light]

VOTE: Cask

Scum found.
GG.

[TierShift]

Claiming guilty?

[Faster Than Light]

More or less.
-V

[Kthxbye]

My ability has not changed.

Cata, you are dense if you think I'm scum after the card flips. The evedence is there that my PR is exactly as I state it. The only way you think I'm scum still is if you think scum have my PR which makes zero sense.

At any rate, we have a probable 2 scum in a group of 6 and 1 scum in a group of 5. That's exactly a 1/3 chance at hitting scum if we focus on those not on the wagon vs a 1/5 chance if we hunt for the 1.

Scum will more that likely target the town on the Lynx wagon D1 so us doing the same during the day phase is explicitly retarded beyond belief.

Nobody on the Lynx wagon is even up for consideration for today's lynch. This does not mean we avoid the subject as it will come in handy to make connections later, but Lynx's wagon is unlynchable for awhile.

My personal opinion, and this isn't OMGUS, is that it's Cata or BRantz....like I expressed yesterday.

For those OFF the wagon and who are lynchable, I say

VOTE: BRantz

p.edit: Barring a guilty claim from FTL

[Faster Than Light]

I still need to discuss with metal sonic how much we plan to claim outside of Cask being scum.
-V

[TierShift]

If you're willing to 1v1 you should claim exactly that and nothing more.

So, waterproof guilty?

[Bookitty]

I continue to support a Cask lynch. I'm disappointed that Policy Lynch didn't use his power, but I still think Cask is the most likely scum off the wagon.

VOTE: Cask of Amontillado

I'm very tired but I will check in tomorrow early.

[CaskOfAmontillado]

Go ahead and 1v1 us, scum. You will lose.

VOTE: Faster than Light

[CaskOfAmontillado]

Faster than Light is a role cop, by the way.

I continue to support a Cask lynch. I'm disappointed that Policy Lynch didn't use his power, but I still think Cask is the most likely scum off the wagon.

VOTE: Cask of Amontillado

I'm very tired but I will check in tomorrow early.

There's a scum power role that was on the wagon but didn't show up to the sensor somehow.
I think it's two of: Ghatokaca, Bookitty, and Catastrophe.

[Faster Than Light]

You're lying.
I am not a role cop.
-V

[Faster Than Light]

Also, I'm town.
I'm cool with a 1v1 on you.
-V