Oh come on, the first one is NEVER loaded!
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Oh come on, the first one is NEVER loaded!
psh
(thats multilingually understood)
Was?
Make it that they get arreasted since in the book everyone was guilty of some crime make it that "lynching someone" makes them admit to their crime and arreasted by the good inspector
They're kinda on a remote island getting the police to show up each day and cart one off to prison would be pretty implausable.
I don't know, you can do a lot with panic and paranoia. Don't write it up as a formal "lynch", just have everybody freak out and club the top suspect to death with a silver tea set, or something.
Lord of the Flies style
Kill the scum bash him in kill the scum bash him in
I like the above statement.
And yeah, I'm in.
Maybe you could add another chracter who functions as the narrator make him an army man of something similar and make it that he takes the chance and locks them up for the remainder of the time on the islandQuote:
Originally Posted by Greyblades
It's my favourite book :3Quote:
Originally Posted by Choxorn
Just to warn, internet needs paying on 4th march, I've been assured it will be payed in time, but if i go missing around 4th march you know why.... :shifty:
Oh come on people, just two more are needed
Twoooo
Psssst, sorry to intrude on y'all's game, but Methos and Joooray are both missing from the signup list so unless you all know something I don't, the game's actually full up.
<- is lurking :nice:
Good observation, I wasn't the only one Greyblades missed, hehe.Quote:
Originally Posted by Amsel
:sweatdrop: What can I say I'm pretty tired.
Now I have to figure out how to use random.org.
Edit: Okay I seem to have underestimated how long winded I am. I have written 3 paragraphs for the first role alone. This is going to take a while...
Actually I think It might be a bit of fun if you make up your own backstories, I'm nearly finished off with the main roles, mafia investigator doctor etc and I should be able to send them out soon. You who dont recieve a role PM will be regular townies so if you want something to use as roleplay material outside ofyou are welcome to make something up.Quote:
You are [Insert Name here].
You are a regular townie. Each turn you can vote for the one to die and your goal is to kill the mafioso.
I would appreciate it if you sent townies pms as well even if just generic ones. I always manage to miss the start of the game when there is no townie pm.
Sure, I just meant that if the townies want to be depicted in the writeups as whatever they want, within reason, they can.
as do i tm as do i.
malpractice and freud shall foever be shamed by my taint................. :shame:
I have to say that ATPG and GH must be absolutely masterful creating stories and backstories for 30 plus characters for thier games, Sorry for the delay but I'm struggling to make the mafia's motivation not sound like rubbish.
Mixing me up with someone? ...Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
Holy... that last one took up 4 paragraphs! Ok I think thats enough, I just sent out the main role PM's and I'll send a reminder to everyone when I have the starting day's writeup done with; give me a day or three. :sweatdrop:
Those who didnt get PM's are regular townies with clean slates. I encourage you to make up a persona of your character, if not for roleplay purposes then because I would like to use the names etc in thier death writeups.
So is htere an update on when this is starting?
When I get my act together and do the setup post :sweatdrop: sorry I got alot of real life stuff getting in the way.
Just one more reason as to why a game progress system of some sort needs to be implemented, so your not caught off guard. :tongue:
Yeah well I was ready to do it when I put up a request to run this game, I didnt know it would take almost 6 months to get the slot.
This thread has been silent for three days, but I notice that the title now says 'In Play'.
What's going on?
Sorry My college seemed to think this was a good time of the year to do an IT exam and assign me english corsework so alongside the openning I've had to make up another story at the same time. My apologies. :shame: but I should have it done by today.
Well I think its time to stop putting it off. Here's the intro that I've been promising since, oh, about last saturday. Enjoy.
Night Zero.Quote:
The boat rocked slightly in the roaring surf sending seawater, and afew passengers' stomach contents, slopping over the side of the hull as an old trawler made its ponderous way to the island's harbour. After being safely tethered by the ships motley crew, comprising of an ex fisherman, a transvestite and an inebriated collie named Phil, the tub's inhabitants climbed onto the peer and made their way inland.
"First class travel my foot! I knew that sot was a skintflint when it came to others comfort, but I 'ad no idea that he would be cheap enough to put us in that old tub!". Moaned one of the passengers, a as the group made its way to the manor.
"Just be glad he bothered to get a boat at all the ferry doesn't come here I don't know about you but I didn't want to swim. At least the crew was polite."
"Crew? An old dullard, a poof and a fleabag that's seen better days? I've seen better seamen on a toy yacht! And god did that dog fart!"
"I really wish you would keep your language civilised."
"Civilised!? Sorry, M'lud, but not all of us were born with a silver spoon up our backside, we both know you never 'ad to work for anything. I bet you still have yer mum wipe your-"
"Will you two please shut up! Its bad enough we're freezing our legs off without you going on... Ah we're here."
They stopped in front of a set of Wooden doors, presumably the front door seeing as there weren't any others. For some reason the architect had seen it fit to adorn the door with a rather tacky skull motif. and the knocker was the jaw of what appeared to be a monkey.
"Well that's just tasteless, was he always this bad at decor?"
"How should I know? I barely noticed the man let alone got a guided tour around his dorm room."
After about 5 minutes of knocking on the door failed to get any attention they were considering trying to break in when a one of the upper floor windows opened and a rather wrinkled head peered out.
"Whatever your selling we don't want any!"
"We're not selling anything, we were invited."
"You were?... Oh, yes, the reunion, come in, come in, its unlocked. The master will be down in a second."
The head retracted and the window closed. Wasting no more time the group walked in and was greeted by the man that had called down to them earlier, a butler referred to as Niles.
"I understand you had a less than satisfactory trip my apologies but the master does like his privacy and as you probably know the ferry does not stop here. The master will meet you in the dining hall, please this way."
After entering and taking their seats at the main table the end door opened and the man known as Oliver Malwell entered and took his seat at the end of the table.
"Ah friends" He began "it seems you have arrived unharmed, I must apologise for the lack of eloquence in your transport but larger ships would be easily wrecked. Well now we are all here I think its a good time to start dinner,"
As the conversation started up Oliver's manservant exited the room to come back with several servants carrying a multitude of dishes and the meal began. And with that dear readers it should have ended, the guests should have dined and been merry for the night and be off home the next day. Should. Alas fate is not so kind, what was in store for these motely band of friends and old colleagues was a week of despair, confusion and death, with no survivors. But... maybe I should be kind, give them a sporting chance as it were? Very well you dear readers will take their places you will become the guests, you shall face their fate, you shall find the enemy within and, maybe you shall even leave this place with your lives. Good luck.
Mafia send in your orders everyone else... roleplay or something I dont know,
Well I say old bean I say we have a bit of jolly old fun and introduce ourselves for I for one do not know everyone here tonight. Thomas Harold Mortimer Green 2nd Batt.,The Derbyshire Regiment The Sherwood Foresters. I have just come back from the war after given those natives the good solid taste of British Steel. None of you are those namby pamby people who say the natives are our equals are you?
What-ho folks, Buzz Killington here. This should be a ripping good yarn. Now lets say we all sit down and look at graveyard etchings? Surely such jolly japery should distract any would be killer from their nefarious tomfoolery?