Mini 563 - Fish Monkey God (ROCKS FALL EVERYONE DIES)


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Post Post #550 (ISO) » Sun May 18, 2008 4:25 pm

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/uncows.

I need to reread.
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Post Post #551 (ISO) » Sun May 18, 2008 4:26 pm

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Err,

/Uncows


Probably still going to vote Thesp, but a reread needs to occur before any lynch.
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Post Post #552 (ISO) » Sun May 18, 2008 4:50 pm

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armlx wrote:Err,

/Uncows

Probably still going to vote Thesp, but a reread needs to occur before any lynch.
It's also probably a very good idea to get everyone's thoughts on
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Post Post #553 (ISO) » Sun May 18, 2008 4:50 pm

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I concur, though I doubt we will given how this game is going.
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Post Post #554 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 1:06 am

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I have to go on a school camping trip for 3 days, so i wont be back till Thursday in singapore
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Post Post #555 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 10:04 am

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It's been entirely too long with little to no content, and I don't wish to put any more stress on the replacement thread. Hence, this.


The Fish Monkey God boomed out once more, as the confused wanderers wandered some more. They had just gone over a hill next to a cliff, and some of their own had walked off like little lemmings. The Fish Monkey God, of course, was not at all dismayed by this turn of events; no, he was actually a bit annoyed at having to snatch a few more people out of different places to act in place of them, but not dismayed. "Hold on, a moment," said one of the ones who had jsut appeared. "Let's walk off of this cliff."

The Fish Monkey God watched in anger as the foolish mortal jumped off. "I just replaced you, fool!" he thought to himself. "Have you no sense?!?" So he decided the best solution was to rain down some heavely wrath on their puny selves, and thus we are back to said booming out. No, I'm serious, booming. He even got a microphone, just so that everyone would hear him.

In fact, everyone alive - and a few who weren't - heard him as he began to speak. "Ahem," they heard, translated into languages which were not their native tongues, whatever on earth a clearing of the throat would be in other languages. "Ahem," they heard again, only this time, for whatever reason, it was, in all peoples' ears, the African clicking language, you know the one. "What's going on with this blasted mic?" they heard, this time in an unusual accent in English.

Finally the Fish Monkey God began to speak clearly. "Aha! Here we go," he began, apparently having fixed the translator function of his microphone. "It has come to my attention," he began, "that all of you, or at least all of you living in the Empire. are rather unpleased with the current state of affairs in the government I so lovingly crafted for you. I'm okay with this, because, after all, I merely made you to stop a stupid war and I really don't expect you to be good at anything else, like not complaining about my policies. But that's another matter altogether, and I really have'nt the time to talk about it. Needless to say, I'm very disappointed, but I compromised.

"As you know, I set up a small battle which I've been televising for all of you ever since it began between various rivaling factions. And as you all know, many of these people have repeatedly chosen to ignore logic and do silly things like throw themselves over cliffs and force me to replace them. I have to say, it was very lucky of me that I thought of televising the event; otherwise, I really haven't a clue how I would've managed. However, as you can see," he said, as he adjusted a camera so it was pointed at the group, "they're entirely too busy bickering about what order they're going to jump off in to actually represent the various factions they've supposedly felt so strongly about for so long."

The group looked around. "Is that voice talking about us?" asked one of the people. "I'm certainly not arguing about who should go over first - I think we should all jump together!" He then proceeded to grab two of the others by the wrist. "Come on, we'll prove to the magic voice in the sky that we're able to cooperate by jumping off together! Everyone, this is our last chance to be famous! I mean, I heard the magic voice say something about television! As far as I know that hasn't even been invented yet. Let's be the first ones to ever get our fifteen minutes of fame on television! Won't it be exciting?"

"-And therefore, it is my sad summation of these events," continued the Fish Monkey God, not paying any attention to the group (they obliged), "that the group I assembled is in fact too incompetent to make a decision among themselves, and I'm sad to tell you all that any further attempts to determine who will ultimately be allowed to rule o'er the lands will ultimately just result in more dead /cows. For that reason, I really must do what I am about to do. I'm going to eliminate this foolish group altogether!

"ROCKS!", he began. Suddenly, all the various planets in the galaxy came into view of the planet, whoosing around into formation. They completely surrounded the planet, and every uninhabited planet in the universe drifted toward this one at an amazing speed. They stopped around it, though, only visible and not anywhere near the people.

"Well, look at that," said one of the people in the group. "Maybe we could go find cliffs in those places and jump off them! And then after we do that we can figure out what on earth is causing us to be able to see despite our planet being totally surrounded by other planets," in a ponderance which almost showed a bit of intelligence but stopped when it was followed by: "Maybe WE'RE producing that light! What a funny thing to think about!"

"FALL!" shouted the Fish Monkey God, and slowly the planets began to do just that. Slowly, at first, they begn to move toward the surface of the planet. They began to accelerate, just slightly, until they seemed to be only a few seconds away.

"EVERYONE!"

And indeed, everyone was now aware of the events going on. "I wonder why those planets are coming toward us?" asked one of the people. "I hope they don't hit us!"

"Don't be ridiculous," laughed one of the others. "Planets can't hit but a single point, where they land, unless they land in a cavern or something. And we're in the middle of a hill near a cliff! The only slightly bothersome thing about this is that the planets might have people on them who would want to inhabit our own planet. But even that doesn't affect us; we were just about to jump off of this cliff."

"DIES!" shouted the Fish Monkey God as the first planet made contact. A tremor shook through the whole planet, killing nearly everyone on it. None of those in the group survived the impact. As the second planet hit, only a few small organisms were still alive, and they were wiped out by the billions of planets that followed.

Interestingly, the resulting mass was nearly spherical in shape, minus a few bumps, and the sun made a rather largish hole in it before burning out, and all was dark. Of course, there were other stars, but the whole having their planets thrown out of place thing kind of screwed them up, so they became largely unimportant.

Meanwhile, on Earth, Xyzzy ended a game of mafia that was, in fact, completely unrelated to these events. I only stuck that bit in because he's a friend and he askec to be in and that's what he happened to be doing when it happened. I hope you'll understand. I don't always do favors like that.

tl;dr: Rocks fall, everyone dies. No one wins. Except for me, I guess, if I count as a survivor. Game over. You can go home now. Thanks, those of you who were active, especially DizzyIzzyB13 and Thesp, who were both extremely active upon replacement. Feel free to discuss the game now. I'll pull up my information from the setup in a bit and post it so you can all cry at how wrong you were about the setup. (Seriously, an unannounced cult in a mini where 2 people die N1? Do I really look that insane?)

GAME OVER. No one wins.
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Post Post #556 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 10:40 am

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Well, I guess I can post my role PM if the game is over and we're discussing it...
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You are known as Mazia to your people. They are a very secretive people, and tend to avoid relations with other large cities. Supposedly you are from the northern part of the continent with some sort of king in it - but who that matters to, I don't know. Certainly not yourself. These people seem to want a common goal of overthrowing the government; so be it. Your allegiances lie with no one; may as well go with those most likely to survive. You win as long as the democracy wins.

However, behind the secretive, ambiguous, and above all apathetic way you see the world is a single allegiance. You are in line with a group of people known as the "Super Explosion Cult", who have goals you don't particularly care about. Only one thing about them interests you: they have an unusual plan to kill lots of very important people, including a few people you want revenge on. What that will involve doesn't matter; your life is meaningless to you; only what you accomplish matters. You've noticed the extremely secret emblem of the SEC a few times since you were brought to this place, so you know there are others here. There are two of them, and one of them is most definitely one of the oligarchal rebellion. They've probably determined the same. Whatever they're planning, it will most certainly occur if they and possibly you are the last people left of this; you'll win with the SEC if all the people left at the end are SEC members.

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Post Post #557 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 12:53 pm

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The facade works so well, though, that there are some secrets you keep from everyone - including His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. You are secretly a member of the nefariously largish Super Explosion Cult, a group with thousands of members who have infiltrated the entire world. The SEC has but one goal: total annihilation of a world ruined by the /lost. This is done in a variety of manners, most of them involving as much death as possible. Therefore, your death isn't very helpful to their ultimate goal of total takeover followed by nuclear holocaust (This is further hindered by the fact that the SEC has yet to develop nuclear weaponry...), so don't. If, when the battle for government ends, the only living players are members of the SEC, you will win with them. You know that there are two other SEC members in the area, and that they all know that one of their own is a member of His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. They are all aware of the SEC's ultimate goal, and how it affects their ability to win.

You are in the Mafia, a Godfather, and in the SEC.


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You are Lei'ha, the only living descendant of the great /lost artist Kimma; you came to the festival because you heard several of your ancestor's works were to be on display. You don't take sides in battles, but you've decided your best odds are with the Democracy. You win when no evil remains.

You are a townie.


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Post Post #558 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 1:23 pm

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btw i was lurking on purpose.
=what not to do if you want a game to survive.
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Post Post #559 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 3:19 pm

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=what to do if you are scum, if you didn't notice, scum was definately winning this game, town had absolutely no chance, and most of my posts were just copied from other peoples, I took a lot of what Dizzy said and put it in different words too.
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Post Post #560 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 6:20 pm

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Your name is Faela. You are from the Southern Desert, a place warm by day and cold by night. The city was always hot, and this place is always cold. You are, it could be said, totally out of your element. But that is okay. You don't know why these people are attacking the Emperor, but you assume it has something to do with a desire to take over. You yourself are part of a royal lineage of your small wandering group of nomads; when your father passes from this world you will take over, leading your people. You've no interest in anything else, only knowing how you can effectively follow in his footsteps. Your people are part of the Empire, however, so you will follow what the majority of them follow: a desire for new leadership, governed by the people. You win when all who would stop that from happening are dead.

What your father doesn't know, though, is that the vile disease that the /lost brought has allowed its way into this world, and that you are part of an underground resistance to destroy all the evil that they have done, even if it means killing everyone. Right now, your goals include organization, so if you and any of the other members of this group, the Super Explosion Cult, or the SEC, are the only ones alive at the end of the game, you will win with them. There is one member of the Oligarchy and one other member of the Democracy in the SEC.

You are a townie in the SEC.

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Post Post #561 (ISO) » Mon May 19, 2008 6:21 pm

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I'll try again.
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Post Post #562 (ISO) » Tue May 20, 2008 8:30 am

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Poopie!
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You are Qi'Axs'Ar, the Emperor of Korru, the largest nation on Mowfie. Since birth you have been pampered, living the life that any /cows wants to; your life has been, for all purposes, really great. All that recently changed, however. Several people from your own palace have now turned against you, and in the face of revolt, the people demand more rights. Your goal is to protect the empire from those who would wish to destroy it with dangerous democracy, or worse yet, the so-called "oligarchy" that threatens to destroy the harmony your people have experienced until now. You have at your side many tools in this goal, though: first, you have a long, pointy sword which you're fairly certain was passed down from someone's father to someone else's father down to you, which you have no idea how to use. That is not a problem, however: you're fairly certain that enough poking around with it will eventually make it work. Second, you have a very shiny orb. You don't know how the orb works, either, only that it's big and blue, and that as long as you don't lose it you should be pretty safe at night. This week there's a big bluishy star overhead, and supposedly you're pretty much immortal as long as you can see that big blue star. And as long as you have that orb. It's not leaving your pocket though, so it won't be an issue. Last, you look exactly like the revolters, so as long as no one pokes too closely they shouldn't be able to figure out that you look different from everyone else. Which is pretty strange, because you have the most fantastic hair in the Empire. Okay, recap: One, your goal is pretty much the death of everyone else. Two, you can kill someone every night to help you with this. Three, you can't be killed at night. Four, only extremely perceptive people will be able to tell that you're the Emperor. Good luck, and don't mess up your hair - you have a photo shoot next week for /COWS magazine.

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This is your fakeclaim:

Your name is Qi'Axs'Ar; you did not come to the city to celebrate; rather, you are on the run. You commited several minor robberies in a small nation south of the Empire, and as a result you're now in hiding. Luckily, no one recognizes you here, but you're worried. Your people have very good relations with the Empire, specifically because they are an empire; therefore, you have the best odds working with the Democracy. You win if no threats to the people's safety remains.

You are a townie.


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I was very happy with my role... Ah well, at least I get points for not having any serious votes throughout the entire game! Whoo!

I'm very curious about Thesp and armlx! (I probably would have killed the latter Night 2.) What were you guys?
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Post Post #563 (ISO) » Tue May 20, 2008 8:30 am

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By the way, I knew there was no cult. I was just trying to mislead town a little as if I didn't know about the second kill...
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Post Post #564 (ISO) » Wed May 21, 2008 2:11 pm

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You are Gamoz, a thief native to the city streets near the castle. As a thief you are merely trying to make a living; your parents died when you were young, and you have had no education. You are but a victim of a bad system, which must be fixed. You, unfortunately, look suspicious to all, however, since you're a thief; if anyone tries to determine who you are working for, they will assume that since you steal you are against your people and believe you to be working against them. Despite this, you win when the only remaining people are those who want democracy.

You are a miller.


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Post Post #565 (ISO) » Wed May 21, 2008 2:36 pm

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rofl "cloak of friendship"
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Post Post #566 (ISO) » Wed May 21, 2008 2:52 pm

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Capricious wrote:rofl "cloak of friendship"
I know. What the frick? I'm not sure I even make out a cloak there.
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Post Post #567 (ISO) » Wed May 21, 2008 3:26 pm

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windkirby, there was a cult, but not a normal type of cult..
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Post Post #568 (ISO) » Wed May 21, 2008 6:21 pm

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Yeah, I was in a cult. Cultish ...
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Post Post #569 (ISO) » Thu May 22, 2008 9:57 am

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I was in the Cult and the Mafia and I was a GodFather =DDD
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Post Post #570 (ISO) » Thu May 22, 2008 10:51 am

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Post Post #571 (ISO) » Mon May 26, 2008 3:00 am

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Thesp wrote:Setupplzkthxbai
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Post Post #572 (ISO) » Mon May 26, 2008 3:48 am

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Ditto... please...
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Post Post #573 (ISO) » Mon May 26, 2008 11:50 am

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Nearly everyone else alive was either a townie or scum.

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You are Qi'Axs'Ar, the Emperor of Korru, the largest nation on Mowfie. Since birth you have been pampered, living the life that any /cows wants to; your life has been, for all purposes, really great. All that recently changed, however. Several people from your own palace have now turned against you, and in the face of revolt, the people demand more rights. Your goal is to protect the empire from those who would wish to destroy it with dangerous democracy, or worse yet, the so-called "oligarchy" that threatens to destroy the harmony your people have experienced until now. You have at your side many tools in this goal, though: first, you have a long, pointy sword which you're fairly certain was passed down from someone's father to someone else's father down to you, which you have no idea how to use. That is not a problem, however: you're fairly certain that enough poking around with it will eventually make it work. Second, you have a very shiny orb. You don't know how the orb works, either, only that it's big and blue, and that as long as you don't lose it you should be pretty safe at night. This week there's a big bluishy star overhead, and supposedly you're pretty much immortal as long as you can see that big blue star. And as long as you have that orb. It's not leaving your pocket though, so it won't be an issue. Last, you look exactly like the revolters, so as long as no one pokes too closely they shouldn't be able to figure out that you look different from everyone else. Which is pretty strange, because you have the most fantastic hair in the Empire. Okay, recap: One, your goal is pretty much the death of everyone else. Two, you can kill someone every night to help you with this. Three, you can't be killed at night. Four, only extremely perceptive people will be able to tell that you're the Emperor. Good luck, and don't mess up your hair - you have a photo shoot next week for /COWS magazine.

You are a nightkill-immune SK, with immunity to regular cops (there may be someone specifically looking for you).


This is your fakeclaim:

Your name is Qi'Axs'Ar; you did not come to the city to celebrate; rather, you are on the run. You commited several minor robberies in a small nation south of the Empire, and as a result you're now in hiding. Luckily, no one recognizes you here, but you're worried. Your people have very good relations with the Empire, specifically because they are an empire; therefore, you have the best odds working with the Democracy. You win if no threats to the people's safety remains.

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You are Lei'ha, a member of His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. Anyway, you're
psyched
about dancing for His Majesty - even thoe there's three of you (the other two are [~~~~~] and [~~~~~]) you can still tango with the best, in what has been described as "pretty much the coolest dance routine ever" by /COWS magazine, which qualifies you to most as the best. Recently, however, your leader, Vichi, has said something about some sort of cool "take-over" thing, and he claims it'll help you get on lots of magazine covers. You honestly could care less about that - entire magazines exist just to put your picture on their cover! You could say you're like Martha Stewart, except without the insider trading, or Oprah, without the, um... Tom Cruise on your couch. As far as you're concerned, you pretty much have it made, which is really cool. Anyway, every night you need to help your fellow dance-mates decide on someone to get rid of, which pretty much preoccupies anything else you might do. That's unfortunate, because the only thing you ever do is be glamorous, and you do it really well. Nevertheless, you always look good on camera - so good, in fact, that anyone who tries to figure out who you're working for will decide that you're hoping for democracy.

The facade works so well, though, that there are some secrets you keep from everyone - including His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. You are secretly a member of the nefariously largish Super Explosion Cult, a group with thousands of members who have infiltrated the entire world. The SEC has but one goal: total annihilation of a world ruined by the /lost. This is done in a variety of manners, most of them involving as much death as possible. Therefore, your death isn't very helpful to their ultimate goal of total takeover followed by nuclear holocaust (This is further hindered by the fact that the SEC has yet to develop nuclear weaponry...), so don't. If, when the battle for government ends, the only living players are members of the SEC, you will win with them. You know that there are two other SEC members in the area, and that they all know that one of their own is a member of His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. They are all aware of the SEC's ultimate goal, and how it affects their ability to win.

You are in the Mafia, a Godfather, and in the SEC.


This is your fakeclaim:

You are Lei'ha, the only living descendant of the great /lost artist Kimma; you came to the festival because you heard several of your ancestor's works were to be on display. You don't take sides in battles, but you've decided your best odds are with the Democracy. You win when no evil remains.

You are a townie.


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Serous

You are Vichi, the captain of His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. Right now your only goal is to kill lots of people though, a goal entirely unrelated to dancing. One of those people is the Emperor, who rules over most of the planet. Right now he's powerless to stop you, though you merely need to locate him and kill him. To do this you have several tools: first, you have two other people, both in His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad, [~~~~~] and [~~~~~] to help you. Make sure they don't die in the war to come. Second, you have a bow. You were trained with it when you were young, and you have deadly proficiency. You can eliminate one person every night with it. Third, you have your startling intellect. Use it to your advantage. There are those out there who make it their goal to end your life. End their lives more quickly, and victory will be yours.

You are in the Mafia.


This is your fakeclaim:

Your name is Vichi, and you're a traveling merchant. You decided that the capital was a good location to sell things, since thousands of people have met there to celebrate. You were not selling the things traded in your local village when the explosion went off due to you watching the events of the evening - so you unfortunately are without your village's native fighting knives, which might come in handy. However, you trust the ability of your fellow people to destroy whatever evil is attacking, so you should be safe. You win when all players alive are members of the Democracy.

You are a townie.


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andersonw

You are Kraff, the newest member of His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad. Since your childhood you have devoted your life to mastering the way of the dance, and nothing will stop you from becoming the best. His Majesty's Royal Dancing Squad was an easy way to get the skills you needed, and you're willing to go through with this plan your allies [~~~~~] and [~~~~~] have come up with. Powerful magic can bring you back to life in the event of your death, but only if your fellow dancers survive to do that which is necessary for it. You bring one important thing, though: you have behind your bland-looking cloak hauntingly powerful dance skills, so powerful that all will tremble. In fact, people have become paralyzed upon seeing your dance, and you're pretty good at reproducing it. Every night you may dance for someone, and they will be so entranced that they will be unable to move.

You are in the Mafia, a Roleblocker.


This is your fakeclaim:

You are Kraff, a soldier in the Imperial Army. However, while you are an excellent marksman, on the first day of the Light of Night festival the only weapon you have is your bayonet - all else is decorational. However, you can still use that a bit; even though it isn't fatal, it is a good way of keeping someone down for a bit. Every night you can strike someone with the bayonet and they will be unable to do anything that night. Though you are a soldier in the Imperial Army, you serve the people, so you have aligned yourself with the Democracy. You win when no threats remain.

You are a roleblocker.


Town:

Justin125

You are known as Mazia to your people. They are a very secretive people, and tend to avoid relations with other large cities. Supposedly you are from the northern part of the continent with some sort of king in it - but who that matters to, I don't know. Certainly not yourself. These people seem to want a common goal of overthrowing the government; so be it. Your allegiances lie with no one; may as well go with those most likely to survive. You win as long as the democracy wins.

However, behind the secretive, ambiguous, and above all apathetic way you see the world is a single allegiance. You are in line with a group of people known as the "Super Explosion Cult", who have goals you don't particularly care about. Only one thing about them interests you: they have an unusual plan to kill lots of very important people, including a few people you want revenge on. What that will involve doesn't matter; your life is meaningless to you; only what you accomplish matters. You've noticed the extremely secret emblem of the SEC a few times since you were brought to this place, so you know there are others here. There are two of them, and one of them is most definitely one of the oligarchal rebellion. They've probably determined the same. Whatever they're planning, it will most certainly occur if they and possibly you are the last people left of this; you'll win with the SEC if all the people left at the end are SEC members.

You are a townie in the SEC.


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Tyfo

Your name is Faela. You are from the Southern Desert, a place warm by day and cold by night. The city was always hot, and this place is always cold. You are, it could be said, totally out of your element. But that is okay. You don't know why these people are attacking the Emperor, but you assume it has something to do with a desire to take over. You yourself are part of a royal lineage of your small wandering group of nomads; when your father passes from this world you will take over, leading your people. You've no interest in anything else, only knowing how you can effectively follow in his footsteps. Your people are part of the Empire, however, so you will follow what the majority of them follow: a desire for new leadership, governed by the people. You win when all who would stop that from happening are dead.

What your father doesn't know, though, is that the vile disease that the /lost brought has allowed its way into this world, and that you are part of an underground resistance to destroy all the evil that they have done, even if it means killing everyone. Right now, your goals include organization, so if you and any of the other members of this group, the Super Explosion Cult, or the SEC, are the only ones alive at the end of the game, you will win with them. There is one member of the Oligarchy and one other member of the Democracy in the SEC.

You are a townie in the SEC.


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Roffman

You are Gamoz, a thief native to the city streets near the castle. As a thief you are merely trying to make a living; your parents died when you were young, and you have had no education. You are but a victim of a bad system, which must be fixed. You, unfortunately, look suspicious to all, however, since you're a thief; if anyone tries to determine who you are working for, they will assume that since you steal you are against your people and believe you to be working against them. Despite this, you win when the only remaining people are those who want democracy.

You are a miller.


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armlx

Your name is Jezan. You are a hunter of... rather large animals. You have killed the most dangerous beasts, some of them large enough to crush small villages, both for glory and to protect those who would otherwise be killed by these creatures. You would do the same now to those who are trying to kill innocent people, but you unfortunately don't have a weapon. However, you will work to stop these vile people with the one weapon you have - a rope. You win when these threats to the peoples' safety are gone.

You are a townie.


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QuantumFruit

You are Komenu, a young, ambitious politician in a large city northwest of the capital. Your people follow you because of your sharp mind and intelligent leadership; everywhere you go you try to win the hearts of those around you, and this unusual place will be no exception. You can influence those around you, and even control them; every night you can take control of another person's vote. The next day they will have no vote and you will have two votes. You want to gain more control over the people, and therefore win when all who oppose the Democracy are dead.

You are a vote thief.


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Capricious

Your name is M'si'koh. Your people are largely disconnected from the Empire. Your only goal here is the death of the fewest possible people, and it is your belief that anyone who would wish to end lives meaninglessly should be stopped. Luckily, you have a way to make this happen: you are in possession of a small relic previously belonging to someone who tried to recruit you into an odd group. That person is now in prison, and your device seems to be capable of locating people in this group. Every night you may target someone and I will tell you if they are in this alternate group.

You are a cop who finds people in the alternate scum group.


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somestrangeflea

You are Multu of the Eastern Cavern; your people are some of the most powerful in the world; three of those in the original battle against the /lost eventually settled down in the Eastern Cavern. You are all very good at finding and stopping evil, and you bring those skills to this place. Every night you may determine if one person is in the Oligarchy. I will tell you if they are. You win if all evil is defeated.

You are a cop who finds people in the Oligarchy.


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AniX

You are Lezar, a nomad of sorts who has been traveling through the jungle for years, looking for some sign of the rumored green orb. You have yet to find it, though, and while you were in the middle of one such hunt, not in the jungle, but in the city square, you were whisked away to this strange location. The green orb, along with the red orb and the blue orb, provides protection to its bearer, but unlike the others, it provides not liberty from physical harm, but liberty from crime. You believe to kill innocents is the ultimate crime, and while you are suspicious of the method you've been given to bring justice, you will do everything you can here to make sure that the people are given justice. You are aligned with the Democracy.

You are a townie.


Each player received a cloak picture, though the cloak color had no significance. Obviously, as you can see, the only non-red herring in the flavor was the story about the orbs, but surprisingly that was about the only flavor people
didn't
decide was setup-relevant >.>

Hint: in future xyzzy games, assume that flavor has nothing to do with the game. 99% of the time, you'll be right.
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Post Post #574 (ISO) » Tue May 27, 2008 9:03 am

Post by windkirby »

What's kind of funny, though is that if we had lynched Ration or Tyfo, we'd have been right on the money. :D
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