hence i said to leave the Nephilim alone for now - if we lynch the Nephilim we loose two during the day phase - and then one at night totalling 3 players in one full round. :S
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hence i said to leave the Nephilim alone for now - if we lynch the Nephilim we loose two during the day phase - and then one at night totalling 3 players in one full round. :S
nope.....she needs to recruit tonight:yes:....means she can't kill and make another one at the same time....:smash: that would be too over-powered...:whip:Quote:
Originally Posted by taka
Hey guys check this out....if what Reenk is saying is true...(that he can't get close to that women~:flirt:)....and is 68 years old....then this would be so how I picture the scene:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:
(if they fought of course:yes:)
Yeah, Raging Beaty's a cutie, but I doubt one wing would spring out of her. (More like two)
Ending the night - sorry for the extreme delay, RL and all.
End Night Four...
Guntram Faust gazed out the window in his room, into the depths of space. Unlike so many others, the vastness of it did not boggle his mind. His mind was perfectly adapted to understanding everything from the macrocosmic to the microcosmic. He was master of the tangible, and all bent before his will. However, he was being offered a difficult decision that had nothing to do with the tangible.
"She can be yours William...you have but to ask, and I will give...she is what you want, yes?"
Guntram turned to face the woman, a sneer upon his face of bitter hatred. "Do not speak of her so glibly, or I'll kill you were you stand. And I ask again, why do you refer to me as 'William'?" Guntram turned around to stare back at the stars. "I suggest you answer..."
"I refuse to answer! If you wish to know, then you must listen to me, if you want her, you must listen do as I say! Or you will not see him, and you will be just as blind as you are now to the truth."
Guntram said nothing and continued to stare out into space. Finally, the woman gave up, straightened her dress and turned to leave, when Guntram finally spoke. "I will see were your trail of sugar leads, but be warned, if the sugar is poisoned, you will die first, and painfully so - I can guarantee that."
The woman gulped as sweat beaded down her slick grey skin, her pupils narrowed in fear. "Done then...I will...send instructions. Good night Wi- Guntram." Keeping her gaze on Guntram, the woman slowly slid out into the hallway, melting into the darkness...
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Grigorii swore as the 150 degree military grade coffee burned into his pant leg. He broke out into solid Russian, kicking chairs, desks, computers, people out of his way as he finally reached the paper towels. "All this time, and we can come up with nothing better!" Grigorii sighed as he finished wiping what he could up, grabbing a second cup of coffee, and making his way back to his terminal, expectant faces watching their unusually stressed and violent commanding officer.
Grigorii hammered on the keys, searching through the database for "Guntram Faust", to check his track record. He spewed his second cup of coffee across the screen as it lit up before him. Breaking into Russian again, Grigorii slammed the terminal off before heading back to his room.
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The dark robed figure hummed to himself, content everything was going according to plan, even with the loss of Wrath. "Poor fool must be screaming to find another open body, but he will have to exist with the fact that I only work sooooo fast. So far, the idiots abroad have taken most of the bait, and it will only be a matter of time, now, where was I? Oh ye-"
The door behind the cloaked figure swooshed open, and Espen Grizzly, a giant of a man, looked in at the small framed figure. Espen peered down at the cloaked man, his eyebrow raising in question surprise. "What on earth are you doing here...and...are you okay? Whats with all the stitches and..."
The cloaked man did not wait for Espen to finish. "I am here to create a lie, dear Espen. Not everything aboard is as it seems. yes, I am Nephilim, no, your not going to live much longer, but take in the fact you will be freed from the seed I planted - the seed of gnawing, gnashing mistrust, of false assumptions - those are my specialty, and it's most gratifying when I do not even have to create them - you do it for me. You're puppets that I have to only pull one string to get a tragedy out of you, and I am the puppeteer."
Espen reacts as his training dictates, his boulder of a fist smashing into the cloaked man, sending him flying in several different directions as his body disintegrated into hundreds of smaller pieces. Espen stood in shock, until a light tap across his shoulder brought his fearful gaze face to face with the cloaked man again.
"You ARE and idiot, have you not paid any attention to what I have said." Espen prepared another blow, but from the far reaches of his room, the cloaked man's voice picked up again, from his decapitated head. "Come now, what will violence solve?" Espen twirled around and fell upon his butt as yet another came out from the shadows, a evil grin upon his face. "Yes, go ahead and try to "kill me", you brute."
Espen face darted around as more and more copies of the cloaked man came from all parts of the room - from the light fixtures, from the bathroom, from out in the hall, from underneath the bed, out of the dresser drawers, from the closet, from his paper work, even from his terminal and portable datapad, all speaking in one , thousand offkey voice. "Whats the matter Espen, afraid? Was it your size that gave your courage, but not your heart?" They pushed and shoved, crowded everything out, squeezed Espen tightly, their voices a multitude of accusations. Espen felt smaller, and smaller as he began to break down in tears under the assault.
It suddenly grew quiet, and Espen looked up to see another cloaked man, this one headless - it was the one he had pulverized. He watched as it reattached it's severed head, the thread winding back into the skin and securing it into place, the eyes clicking back to life and the mouth breaking into a grin. "Afraid, Espen? You shouldn't be - fear will do you nothing now, it is to late."
The first cloaked man reached down and picked Espen up, who was no bigger then a small human heart, fitting right into the cloaked mans palm. All the other cloaked men silently watched as the first closed his hand into a fist, crushing Espen. "We see now how much heart you really had, Espen, we see how big you really are, and how much heart you really had...come brothers, we have our song to play..."
From the bowels of the ship, a haunting melody filled every crevice, and there was no mistaking it - it was a Funeral March. The crew slept fitfully during the night, for there was no peace to be had as the music filled ones thoughts only of death, and a fear of sleep, a sleep one would never wake from...
IN the morning, Espen Grizzly's body was found, shriveled and dessicated, his heart having imploded inside his chest.
Little Grizzly has been killed
Alive
taka
seireikhaan
TheFlax
boudica
Quintus.JC
Chaotix27
187Beefyz
CountArach
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Jolt
TevashSzat
Ichigo
||GoTW||Warman8||Sldr||-III-||
Executed
White_Eyes :D
Andres
shlin28
777Ares777
Rythmic
glyphz
LittleGrizzly
Begin Day Five...
Alright, Reenk. Out with it. What's your excuse? :deal:
come on.....he is just fulfilling his destiny....:no:....can't you leave him in peace???:clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by seireikhaan
Bleh. If we go with the Location thingy, its either Beefy, khaan or CA.
Reenks win condition:Revive his dead lover.....how close am I Reenk...??:smash:
I got two PMs from YLC today.
The first said I am "willing to work" (I don't think I made a choice :huh: so it must be based on by role background) with a woman named Lust. In order that she will lead to to a man who knows about my past and my lover she will ask that I vote for a person. Now I haven't asked YLC if I must vote for this person yet, but I already am willing to go along with it. I want to see this twist out to the end, so let me indulge myself please. :bow:
The second was an order to vote khaan. I will oblige. Vote: seireikhaan
What is this supposed to mean khaan?Quote:
Originally Posted by seireikhaan
These are questions that everyone should pose to themselves:
The first question is in the writeup for Ares lynch, he was a Marine. In the writeup for Rythmic/Psychonaut, he was a Nephilim. Ares was seireikhaan's baddy and Psychonaut was my baddy... If like khaan said: "he is completely insane. In other words, Ares has succumbed to the Nephilim and is GUILTY" then why did this not show up in the write up? :inquisitive: :rolleyes4:
The second question is why did a kill occur in khaan's location that avoided the detective khaan (and I certainly believe he has investigatory powers but not in a good way...)?
Somewhat close. I think I have to revive my own memories of my former lover... I do ask the town to let me play my game. I still am a Nephilim hunter and will hunt them like I have.Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
This is addressed to Lust. Do let me know your identity, unless you would like to risk yourself to the Nephilim (I can protect you) or even worse get accidentally killed by me a la shlin (that would be incredibly hilarious though :laugh4:)? :wink:
Also, I have a theory that isn't a major concern yet, but is in the back of my mind as a possibility that Lust may be a Nephilim just had me vote for khaan to get me lynched. This is OK however, my associates will easily catch the remaining Nephilim: I already got one.. :wink: :bow: I know how frightened you are of me, you know, with my incredible Nephilim :daisy: kickery and all. :yes: :2thumbsup: :beam: :laugh4:
While I do want to know about my past and lover (hey this a fun twist :beam:) my main goal of wiping the floor with Nephilim stands and my associates can finish the job I started. :bow:
Gah, why did I get killed so early in the game. It seems like you living guys have all the fun.
Find those responsable for my demise and kill them :brood:
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Originally Posted by Reenk Roink
Extacly. Besides, I think Khaan is acting strange and why did the kill be avoided by Khaan in this case then? Maybe....
It was rythmic......:juggle2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
Reenk- my question is because your report was very, very similar to Boudica's. In other words- nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. I would like to know why.
This rings with the air of truth to me.* I would say that we should certainly not vote for Reenk just yet, at least not until he answer's khaan's questions. I'll be back within a few hours with a look at who was in what locations with the kills.Quote:
Originally Posted by Reenk Roink
*I love my own unnecessary phraseology.
I don't know why khaan.Quote:
Originally Posted by seireikhaan
Now then care to answer my questions (by the way it doesn't matter, I have no choice but to vote for you :laugh4:)?
By the way, one of my associates investigated taka last night. Will tell you result when it comes.
First question- Its possible that the psychological report is more an indicator of the person being susceptible to being overcome by the Nephilim- to phrase it in mafia terms, the nephilim can convert people, but have higher chances with unstable people. The phrasing in the PM isn't all that clear.
Second question- It would seem unbalanced if I could find out the identity of an attacker just because we were in the same area. That's about a 25% chance of discovering the ID of an attacker any time they try to attack.
As to your first question, I'm unsure really. I confirm that you indeed have some investigative power because of the fact that your investigation of boudica was just like both of my associates. I do however, have a psychological report. It says I was originally an untrained psi put through rigorous training to combat Nephilim, and that when I kill I absorb the psyche of that person causing me great trauma (which leads to the limit on me).Quote:
Originally Posted by seireikhaan
As to your second question, maybe some killers are allowed to kill across locations, with that being said, I'm explicitly limited to my location.
I would advice you Reenk not to work with this Lust. She is a Nephilim made creature as Wrath was. Psyconaut was wrath hence the mention of his loss by the cloaked Nephilim.
seireikhaan is what he says he is. I know from being in the same location with him twice that he has an ability involving computers.
Quintus has no apparent abilities and is alledgely just antoher crewman.
This leads us to THE BIG QUESTION in this game. Why did White_eyes:D practcally suicide? He is still very active in this game and as such must have an active role still.
Are you another 'deadly sin' creature of the Nephilim?
I think it would be fairly safe to rule out khaan, leaving either myself or Beefy. However, if you look at the first day of killing:Quote:
Originally Posted by Jolt
messhall/quarters
Andres
boudica
Reenk Roink
Rythmic
shlin28
TevashSzat
TheFlax
Warman8
Andres and shlin were the two people killed. Note that neither Beefy or myself were in there.
This location-dependent killing evidence may need a serious re-think.
We cannot forget about Quintus.JC. According to his night locations and the Nephilim's night locations, he is the only one who matches up exactly. Once again Quintus was in the Engine Room this night, and the Nephilim was singing in the bowels of the ship. Quintus must be the Nephilim, or else the mafia's role allows him to move throughout the night. Either way he probably does not have to be in the same room to kill.
If you missed my last post, check back two pages. It shows all the evidence.
Vote: Quintus
I think not ... Notice that the killers were at the same location as their victims. It is a well known fact that Reenk Roink killed shlin and Rythmic killed Andres.Quote:
Originally Posted by CountArach
I watched Quintus during this night... As I mentioned in the earlier post, he did nothing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix27
Ah, true.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sigurd
Well I have to go out today (Like in half an hour) and I know for a fact that when I get home I will be very drunk. Then I have work in the morning and my great grandmother's birthday in the afternoon. So I almost certainly won't be able to contribute anything this day phase. I will see if I am sober by late tonight. Or at least sober enough to make sense of this thread.
Sigurd, can I ask how you know these things (did you design the game) and what type of role you exactly are? If what you say about Lust is true (and I'm not fully ready to believe it is true yet) then I am in a horrible position and might as well be lynched. :shame:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sigurd
Do all remember whom your host is :mellow:
This got me thinking of a conversation I had with YLC a long time ago:Quote:
Originally Posted by Reenk Roink
It was about mafia choosing powers. There was a Lust, Wrath, Deception and Glutton.Quote:
The dark robed figure hummed to himself, content everything was going according to plan, even with the loss of Wrath. "Poor fool must be screaming to find another open body, but he will have to exist with the fact that I only work sooooo fast. So far, the idiots abroad have taken most of the bait, and it will only be a matter of time, now, where was I? Oh ye-"
Glutton's power was the ability to kill after death, deception converted players, Wrath killed during night and I can't remember the ability of Lust. I think it was about making someone her lover and being able to control this person's actions.
Then you went along and mentioned Lust ... :mellow:
I have the ability to watch a player each night and discern if they have any abilities or talents. I notice what they do during the night.
I watched seireikhaan on the first night and on the third night. On the Second night I was interrogated by a hottie. She was mentioned in the last night writeup.
This night I watched Quintus. As I said he seemed like a crewman with no abilities. And he did nothing during the night.
Hmm... that's very odd. Perhaps the "bowels of the ship", as YLC calls it, is not the Engine Room but someplace else. Unvote: Quintus for now, until something else comes up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sigurd
As for this particular Nephilim's kill, it could very well be different because the attack was mental and not physical. By the end of the night phase, the Nephilim had moved back to the "bowels of the ship" again. I don't think we can count on the fact that the killer was posted as being in the same room as Grizzly this time.
As Sigurd said, I’m just an innocent crewman. I have no ability what so ever and is just there to make up the number. Voting for me would be a wasted lynch, I guarantee you that.
That being said I also have little insight into this game, and even reading all the posts I’m still a bit confused by all the nock and crannies of this game. Seems you guys are having an awesome time though.