It was a warm autumn evening in Chaparral, New Mexico. StrangerCoug was out on a walk—one he had taken many times before. He didn't think trouble would arise on a familiar route like this.
He was wrong. As he walked up his driveway, a female-sounding voice spoke.
"Nice evening, isn't it?" the voice said.
"Yeah," StrangerCoug agreed. "Really pleasant, too."
"Not anymore, it isn't."
"What the hell?"
StrangerCoug's first instinct other than to say that was to make a 180° turn. His mailbox, which was just fine 15 seconds ago, was now completely engulfed in flames. He looked for something he could use to put out the fire before it endangered the rest of his community.
"I wish you didn't do that," he grumbled.
Somehow, a bucket filled with a clear liquid appeared in front of his feet. He picked it up, ran toward the mailbox, and dumped the contents on it. But instead of put out the fire, it made it flare up. The clear liquid was gasoline, not water like he thought it was. StrangerCoug just got second-degree burns to his face.
"You bastard!" StrangerCoug called out.
"Sucks to be you," the voice responded, laughing maniacally.
He reached down in his pocket to get his cell phone. He flipped it open and found that it didn't work. All the nearby buildings disappeared, too, leaving just him and the burning mailbox.
"One last thing, desert cat," the voice said. "Your friends are here, but they're not here to play. They're here to kill each other. Eventually, they'll be coming to kill you."
"They are
"Plead with them, then. After all, you know this place better than them. Good luck—you'll need it to live."
The voice laughed maniacally again before fading away.
The setting suddenly changed. It seemed like the nightmare was over, but it was in fact nested in another nightmare. He turned off his alarm clock, which he failed to notice made a different noise than it did in real life, and opened his bedroom door to walk out into a warzone. His friends
This was not going to be fun.
He was wrong. As he walked up his driveway, a female-sounding voice spoke.
"Nice evening, isn't it?" the voice said.
"Yeah," StrangerCoug agreed. "Really pleasant, too."
"Not anymore, it isn't."
"What the hell?"
StrangerCoug's first instinct other than to say that was to make a 180° turn. His mailbox, which was just fine 15 seconds ago, was now completely engulfed in flames. He looked for something he could use to put out the fire before it endangered the rest of his community.
"I wish you didn't do that," he grumbled.
Somehow, a bucket filled with a clear liquid appeared in front of his feet. He picked it up, ran toward the mailbox, and dumped the contents on it. But instead of put out the fire, it made it flare up. The clear liquid was gasoline, not water like he thought it was. StrangerCoug just got second-degree burns to his face.
"You bastard!" StrangerCoug called out.
"Sucks to be you," the voice responded, laughing maniacally.
He reached down in his pocket to get his cell phone. He flipped it open and found that it didn't work. All the nearby buildings disappeared, too, leaving just him and the burning mailbox.
"One last thing, desert cat," the voice said. "Your friends are here, but they're not here to play. They're here to kill each other. Eventually, they'll be coming to kill you."
"They are
NOT!
" StrangerCoug said in a rage."Plead with them, then. After all, you know this place better than them. Good luck—you'll need it to live."
The voice laughed maniacally again before fading away.
The setting suddenly changed. It seemed like the nightmare was over, but it was in fact nested in another nightmare. He turned off his alarm clock, which he failed to notice made a different noise than it did in real life, and opened his bedroom door to walk out into a warzone. His friends
WERE
here, killing each other.This was not going to be fun.
ALIVE (5/20)
BloodCovenent, who replaced Muffin, who was a
doctor
, has survived the endgame.Bogre, who was a
bomb
, has survived the endgame.Fishythefish, who was a
cop
, has survived the endgame.Tjoe Min Ja, who was a
vanilla townie
, has survived the endgame.ZazieR, who replaced OpposedForce, who was a
vanilla townie
, has survived the endgame.DEAD (15/20)
DeathNote, who was a
Mafia roleblocker
, has been impaled on Night 0.semioldguy, who was a
lover
, has been broken on the wheel on Night 0.EtherealCookie, who was a
lover
, has committed suicide on Night 0.SocioPath, who was a
vanilla townie
, has been machine gunned on Day 1.X_~, who was a
Mafia goon
, has been lynched on Day 1.cateraction, who replaced ~Jordan`, who was a
Mafia amnesiac goon
, has been stabbed on Night 1.LlamaFluff, who was a
vanilla townie
, has been waterboarded on Night 1.Raivann, who was an
amnesiac townie
, has been set on fire on Day 2.Faraday, who was a
vanilla townie
, has been lynched on Day 2.SpyreX, who replaced Neopi, who replaced RayFrost, who replaced Josh Lyman, who was the
Mafia godfather
, has been shot with an arrow on Night 2.Datadanne, who was a
vigilante
, has been crushed by a poker table on Day 3.Seraphim, who replaced Drench, who was a
miller
, has been lynched on Day 3.Col.Cathart, who was a
nightkill-immune daytime serial killer
, has been modkilled on Night 3 for discussing this game outside of the thread. Mufasa, who was an
amnesiac townie
, has been modkilled in the endgame for using the same IP as whoot1234.whoot1234, who replaced Malcolm, who was a
cop
, has been modkilled in the endgame for using the same IP as Mufasa.IMPORTANT LINKS
Rules. Yes, they're important.
Day 1 start | Day 1 daykill scene | Day 1 end
Day 2 start | Day 2 daykill scene | Day 2 end
Day 3 start | Day 3 daykill scene | Day 3 end
Endgame
VOTE COUNT
Bogre (1): Fishythefish
BloodCovenent (1): ZazieR
Seraphim (5): Mufasa, whoot1234, Bogre, BloodCovenent, Col.Cathart
Not voting (2): Tjoe Min Ja, Seraphim
With
9
players alive, it takes 5
players to lynch.GAME STATUS
Day 3
) Violators will be ejected from the game.
