The Black Country [Concluded]

Formerly "A Sleepy Factory Town"

MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
O raise us up, return to us again,
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power!
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
1802
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Smoke permeates the air. Across the horizon, one can only see the chimneys that belch it out, and the factories that produce it. Perhaps one might see a hovel through the smothering ash, and after that, another, and another. And in that hovel, one could have a chance to see a peculiar creature, a capitlalist. Or a victim of it, whatever you want to call it.

And if you asked them (If they could hear you through the noise) where you were (If you, for some reason, wanted to know) they would tell you (If you could understand the incomprehensible gibberish that would inevitably belt out) that you are in Great Britain, the greatest empire in the world, the abolishers of slavery, and the rulers of the waves. And as you look at this sordid affair, these wretches of people, and above all, the soot, you wonder why you ever came here. And while you wonder this, the diabolical machinery continues churning, well into the night. And the worst of it hasn't even come.

Nearby, in a little town, with the bad luck of sitting directly on mountains of coal, a neat, precise man steps up to a podium. The rabble below, busy fighting, drinking, and somehow sleeping, ignore his presence entirely. They already know what is going on. Behind the podium, their new livelihood awaits, a dormant factory, not yet regurgitating ash, but close to it.

Of course, not all wish to have the factory. There are some who think of it as a menace, taking the jobs of hard-working peasants. These men are usually swamped by the sheer number of educated businessmen, eager to earn a profit, and the much more numerous uneducated serfs, too tired to protest after a life of hardship and desperate to earn some work. But only in this town are there men willing to murder there way into high office.

"There were men found murdered today", said a voice from the podium

No response but the tattered yells of hundreds of destitute drunkards.

"The bodies were in the factory. Consider it closed until we can find these killers"

At this, the decentralized commotion was directed at the podium. Feeling nothing but confusion and anger, the crowd attempted to smash their way through the pine podium, through the iron gates, and the steel walls. Failing miserably, they soon calmed down, hoping to catch a glimpse at the victims.

Deep in the crowd, a man snickers, and begins to walk off into the hills.

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Rules and Game mechanics

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

- Everyone receives a role PM. Quoting them is allowed, but I used the same basic layout for all of them, so be careful who you trust. Screenies however, are not allowed.

-Both phases will be at least 24 hours long. I may lengthen them if something comes up. PMs must be in by precisely the time the deadline ends, so try and send them early.

-Votes must be in bold, and should look like the following.

Vote: Beskar (Exactly like that)

You must unvote before you vote for someone else.

-2 days phases without activity will be met with a swift bout of cholera. Your death will be described in detail.

-I may change some of the details of the roles and game mechanics around, if I feel it is getting severely unbalanced. I will definitely announce them publicly.

-The factory is easily damaged, and will usually take a fair amount of abuse each night. It can take an unspecified amount of damage points before it just collapses, but I will give hints. Roles with the ability to repair it will remove a random number of damage points.

-There is a godfather role, and he will choose his henchmen before the rest of the PMs go out. Killing him does not take out the entire family, however.

-This game cannot run without 15 people, so I'm very desperate. I will give you a PM hug if you sign-up.

Sign-ups 15/15
CDF
Beskar
pevergreen
White eyes :D
atheotes
johnhughthom
Captain Blackadder
Diana Abnoba
Tratorix
Yaropolk
Beefy187
taka
AtPG
Iskander 3.1
Death is Yonder

Replacements
Nemo

I'll sign up if you need players.

I am in

Sign me in.

How complex do you expect this to be, Super? If it's on the scale of Dark Descent, then I definitely can't do it. Otherwise, put me down as an alternate. I generally can only log on 1-2 times a day, and with a baby due in 3 weeks I may suddenly disappear for a few days.
I'll also delay signups for my next mini-mafia to make sure that people commit to this before anything else.

:bow:

IN....I, always seem to be good cannon fodder or lynch-bait:shame:

ROFL, I just read the rules.

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-Votes must be in bold, and should look like the following.

Vote: Beskar (Exactly like that)

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He forgot to bold it, imagine all those illegal votes for me.

I am not sure I like where we are going with our portrayal of the Brits..... :whip:
:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4: ( I am being serious though, I may be American, but I am quite the Brit lover :mean:)

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I am not sure I like where we are going with our portrayal of the Brits..... :whip:
:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4: ( I am being serious though, I may be American, but I am quite the Brit lover :mean:)

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So was Benjamin Franklin.

Don't even get me started on the American revolution...... Traitors the lot of them! :furious3: They did it for greed darn it! I giggle whenever I watch a movie and the British slaughter the Americans.... :furious3:

i am in and i sure hope it is not as complicated as dark descent :laugh4:

In please.

I don't see the problem with the portrayal of the British, the opening post evoked images of Middlesbrough to me. And I mean Middlesbrough as it is now.







Apologies to any smogmeisters on the forum. Yes, I'm sorry you have to live there.

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

Probably like me with Switzerland.

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

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What is it with you Yanks? You either have weird ideas about British superiority or think they are Imperialistic madmen. Is there no middle ground? These days the British are a pretty mediocre lot. I consider myself British by the way.
And Irish.


No, I don't have to choose. Leave me alone.:laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

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Don't worry, I have the same delusion about Risa.:laugh4:

And here's the real irony: I'm not involved with any games as of this moment, and I've got plenty of time this evening to be online. But as soon as I sign up for a game, I'll probably be busy.

You should not have left the cold war game, I was going to start things off with a BANG! by that I mean I was going to blow you up. :laugh4::laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

You should not have left the cold war game, I was going to start things off with a BANG! by that I mean I was going to blow you up. :laugh4::laugh4:

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I really wanted to partake in that but it wouldn't have been fair to the rest of you if one of the superpowers went inactive.

Iskander, it depends on the role you get, I suppose. And I can't guarantee you townie status, so you'll have to make your own decision. Apart from the whole part about the factory, it's a basic mafia game, with no brain-melting circumstances.

Sign me up

IN please!

I'll join.

Count me in! I say, be a good lad and make sure that Tratorix is not the constable. He duly excels in that profession!

Cherio, it's time for high tea!
:toff:

In please :2thumbsup:

hm... i guess you could put me down too, seems a little interesting (not that i understand whats happening lol)

No it's ok you can make me a full player.

Alright Super, I'm in. This looks too good to miss.

alrightie... just one more player needed :2thumbsup:

Hmm, IN!