Oh well. Just promise me you'll all lynch sprig once I'm gone since it seems Beefy's going to be the only one to vote.
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Oh well. Just promise me you'll all lynch sprig once I'm gone since it seems Beefy's going to be the only one to vote.
We'll see how it goes.. Right now i'm more suspicious of Split :inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by CCRunner
CCRunner is lynched, stand by for write up.
Day 3 Write up
Irony... how it pains.
Compassion, peace, love, happiness, all lies.
Thirty years ago, you had it all, a family, a lover, and a friend. Five years later, that all disappeared in the blink of an eye.
You set your mind to research, it calmed you and soothed you, until the day the community accused you of unethical practices, and promptly expelled you without further investigation, confiscating your work.
It was an outrage, and you plotted revenge secretly.
Capitalizing on your father's recent demise, you bought a mansion, and had your long lasting childhood friend assist you, you shared the same goals, to teach the rest of humanity a lesson they would never forget.
You labored, day and night, after all, revenge had no expense. Revenge was truly a dish served cold, two decades later, you stood stone faced over the latest batch of failures. You had planned to use the animals to infect the unwary humans, but they had all died.
A thought struck you, and you began to work, work for the greater good of man, yes, with you as the catalyst, humanity would evolve into something more, though at your will and bidding, truly it was for the greater good, achieving your revenge, while advancing those poor fool's genetics.
https://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2355/conservatory.jpg
And now, here you were, barricading yourself in the Conservatory, admiring the greenery you had cultivated with genetics. You walked over to a crossbreed between a flower and a fern, and sniffed at its aroma, stepping back hastily immediately after, as the mandibles of the plant closed together against thin air. Sure, you had macabre tastes, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The incessant pounding at the door grew louder, and more hard hitting. You knew the door would only last so long.
Taking up a pen and a piece of paper, you wrote down the steps for your life's greatest work, even if the mansion fell, words would somehow endure.
CCRunner breathed in the crisp air in the conservatory, and finally, the door gave, flying open, its hinges broken.
They closed toward him with knives and chairs, ready to enact vigilante justice upon the man whose nefarious schemes had led them here.
Oh my, it truly was a beautiful sunny day.
Irony, sweet, bitter irony.
Zain Arduin breathed his last upon a wooden chair in the conservatory, eyes blankly staring upwards facing the sun.
Begin Day 4, Phase will end precisely 24 hours from this post
Alive: (4/7)
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Sprig
Beefy
Atheotes
Lynched: (3/7)
Zain
A1_Unit
CCRunner
:2thumbsup: vindicated :2thumbsup:
Oh and vote: Spl1t :D
So we won right? Why isn't the game finished?
:laugh4:
Since you lot are so far behind at the moment, I'll give you a hint-- Remember Rappaccini's Daughter and remember the vial I so lovingly injected into your systems. And then wonder who will succumb and kill the rest of you and who has the placebos. :laugh4:
If it weren't for my wayward apprentice, I do believe you'd all have no chance at all :yes:
Happy Death!
are we looking at an emergent mafia?
Maybe, maybe not...In any event, you better start voting unless you want sprig to decide who gets lynched again :devil:
my voting record has been impecable recently, I am getting quite good at catching baddies !!!
Then what was I - the Town mayor is evil (besides being a little corrupt)?:laugh4: (Touché:smash:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Sprig
Omelette, eggs and all that. My vote on you helped confirm my suspicion of CCRunner.
Vote: Sprig
Why are you voting for me?
Vote: atheotes
as well as a gentle "where were you yesterday" allow me to place a vote on you to keep it tied.
Are you not a raving monster ?Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
No, I'm pretty sure I'm not.
Do I look like one?
Day 4 has ended, Atheotes has been lynched, stand by for write up.
crap... i missed my vote again...
last phase i remembered the deadline but i went and voted on a different game :wall: (DIY knows that as i voted for him there during a night phase)
but anyhoo its bad that i got lynched. Sorry for being a bad townie :shame:
Day 4 Write Up
Danielle Ohara had sat by the fireplace in the lounge the whole day. Amidst the frantic accusations and killings, she alone, had sat there, looking into the flames.
She basked in its warmth, and its glow shone upon her, giving her a sense of peace that she'd not known since that cold and frigid night. It gave her time to think, time to relax, time to mull on what would happen when this was all over.
https://img27.imageshack.us/img27/6941/flamek.jpg
Did her family miss her? Were the authorities out conducting a search? She highly doubted it, after all, that fool mayor had been one of those kidnapped too. More likely, they had just disappeared without a trace.
She wiped a tear forming away at her eyes, that she'd been forgotten just like that, a passing breeze. Blinking the tears away, she slouched a little, and stared at the fire, peace and tranquility in her mind, calming her down.
A general store owner, she had spent her days selling every basic necessity in the town and more, clothing, tools, groceries, furniture, decoration. She was a glib woman, able to sell many things to tourists and visitors for a high price. All that money went into her children, she wanted to give them a comfortable life, she wanted them to be happy, she wanted them to temporarily forget that they did not have a fathe-
No, she would not go there, his fate was not in her hands, it was his time, so be it.
It was a calm and serene scene in the lounge, and a woman deep in her thoughts sitting on a chair, looking into the flickering flames as they weaved and wove about the fireplace, but never extending out of its territory.
Loud trampling and hollering filled the air, but Atheotes was oblivious to it, those poor fools were probably out trying to kill someone again, she mused. The fire entranced her in its gaze, and she took to staring blankly at it again, her mind cleared of all other pains. She was utterly oblivious to the door of the lounge being kicked from its hinges, and men walking in with chairs and knives.
She embraced death in its fullness, a reunion with her husband at long last, but her only regret was that her children would now grow up without their parents. She hoped that someone in the village would look after them, they were good children, yes, Sam and Kim were good, good, children.
Tears welled in her eyes, as her life was ended.
As the men looked at her corpse, some of them looked glum and sad.
"What have we done?"
Begin Final Day Phase, Phase will last 48 hours or until all votes are in [Minimally the phase will be 24 hours, but the 48 hours is just in case some people don't get their votes in]
Alive: (3/7)
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Sprig
Beefy
Lynched: (4/7)
Zain
A1_Unit
CCRunner
Atheotes
Tally:
Atheotes - 1 Random.org
Split - 1
Sprig - 1
question to the host: any reason you stopped posting the vote tallies? too much of a handicap for the mafia perhaps :inquisitive: if so, i can understand.
There was no longer a need to.
:bow:
All tallies have been precisely what they've been accumulating in thread.
hmmm...did not expect that. I was convinced mafia had some sort of power and it was the vote changing/voiding/...
Thanks for that info :bow:
your vote on me is scummy because you did not leave me much time to answer your qn...Quote:
Originally Posted by Beefy187
I didn't expect random.org doing a deciderQuote:
Originally Posted by atheotes
On the previous tie, we had a extension :sweatdrop:
yeah thats a bit weird. Silly atheotes.
Hehehe....
Choose wisely town. Who are you going to murder this time? Your bane or savior? Who is who?
Have fun :crowngrin:
Reactionary votes huh? Well since nether of you have made any attempt proclaim your innocence, My vote will stay where it was last round. Vote: spL1t.
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Originally Posted by Sprig
I'm pretty sure if you actually go back and read, I've said I'm innocent, and I maintain that.
I voted in reaction to yours because I am an innocent townie and I want due reason, such as an explaination for your suspiscions, whatever they are.
Vote:Sprig
Vote: Beefy
I see no guilt inatheotesbeefy as of now...
or whoever the :daisy: is still alive...
Actually, beefy hasn't posted...
I see lots of crossings on that post.. Scummy to the max.Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Gimme some time to think on it.. I always get the last round wrong :sweatdrop:
Sorry beefy, I posted that at school and had a headache.
I wasn't aware who was still alive and who wasn't :P
Looks like the round will last 48 hours then, I'll give you guys more time to deliberate. :yes:
well.. if you see no guilt in me, why did you vote for me :smash:Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Well I do see guilt in you, moreso than Sprig at least.
You've been pretty quiet all game D:
Check the post count :beam:Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Or did you mean I've been quiet compared to usual?
Well, I have to Vote: Spl1t rather then risking my self getting lynched.
I was tempted to vote for you last round, and now I will.
Sprig just doesn't look guilty to me
Well, I'm glad he doesn't look guilty to you.
If we're all in agreement that the town should lose, might as well.
Unvote: Beefy; Vote: Splitpersonality
Good game "mafia", good game DiY, sorry for my low inactivity. I'm off to go plan my game.
There is still plenty of time for the town to deliberate and come to the conclusion.
:bow:
yeah Spl1t don't give up on me now. Surely there is some infomation that you can reveal?
That goes for you too beefy.
Not much.. No ability, didn't do anything in the game besides talking :sweatdrop:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sprig
yeh but your can allude to who your character is. Only I have done that so far.
William Clarke. I farm oranges
Looks like this is going well, sad you lynched me?? :stare:
I am Jeremy Irving, a town carpenter and woodsman.
:D
Unvote; Vote:Sprig
So i have to choose between two hicks, one a farmer and one a woodsman... Oh dear... tempted to vote beefy just to let random.org decide but that would increase the mafia's chance of survival from 50% to 33%. (yes, yes, I know you could argue that it's ether 100% or 0% depending on spLits innocents or guilt, but from where I am it's still a 50/50 choice between beefy and spL1t.)
Ok, so how did you guys get here? As I alluded to earlier i got punched in the face while in my bar by CCRunner, drugged, then woke up here.
I was working on a scale wooden model of the town, and someone clubbed, and syringed me.
:(
I woke up here, and was apparently the tallest of the group, I have no idea why my role PM mentioned that...
13 more minutes...
You may want to vote.
Considering the fact that Sprig posted around 10 minutes ago, I'm gonna extend this 1 hour for him to vote.
If he doesn't vote, I will random.org the results, as its tied 1-1 now.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
OOC: Pretty sure he's already voted, and was the first one to do so. Quoted all vote posts of the phase.Quote:
Originally Posted by Death is yonder
Ah oops.. didn't see that :sweatdrop:
The vote was at the end of the sentence.
Anyway:
Final Round has Ended, stand by for write up
Split has been lynched.
:bow:
Well spl1t since you replied, i will unvote:spL1t vote: beefy
Edit: ahh whoops too late
GG mafia :(
That was scummy :inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sprig
There is not even a drop of scummyness in that post. :no:Quote:
Originally Posted by Beefy187
But matters not as Spl1t is lynched.
Whats done is done.. I'll wait for the write upQuote:
Originally Posted by Sprig
Final Write up
Jeremy Irving was never one for sitting down and taking things lightly. He was one of the most vehement people in the discussion, tossing votes wildly before deciding again.
The lumberjack and carpenter was a burly and grizzled man, biceps as thick as a block of wood, and as hard as one too, he would not go down easily.
Hefting a large antique axe he found hanging in the dining room whilst exploring, he kicked over a table and stood on top of it, roaring his challenge to the other two, if they dared.
Jan Krauser and Willie were hardly scared, they were used to their fair share of rowdy and violent behavior. Despite that, they hurriedly armed themselves with the items they had found, a machete and a lawnmower blade.
With that, they rushed at him, and clashed in a duel of steel and iron will.
https://img22.imageshack.us/img22/7893/axe14h.jpg
Jeremy was evidently a master of the axe, he wielded it with a proficiency born of many hard years of swinging.
They came at him together, hoping that their lighter weapons would prove the edge against the medieval battle axe, unwieldy large weapon it was, but they were wrong. Jeremy kept up the momentum in a flash of silver, the axe's longer reach forcing the two men back. They darted in and wove, but any strike was met with the wooden handle of the weapon, rattling their shoulders as the weapons collided.
The men fought for many minutes already, but neither side was willing to concede.
Finally, Jan tried to dart in with his machete, but Jeremy was already mid swing, and it took only a bit of readjustment on Jeremy's part to slam the axe's head into the machete. The sheer force of the blow batted away the machete and it fell to the floor, clanging, and skidded halfway across the room. Jan was knocked sprawling onto the floor, clutching his broken wrist, as Jeremy towered over him, axe raised for the killer blow, ready to end his life.
It occurred in the blink of an eye, Willie had disappeared during those crucial moments, and now was at Jeremy's back. Focused the hapless target beneath him, he did not see Willie creeping towards his back. In a sudden flurry of motion, Willie jumped onto Jeremy's back, stabbing wildly and repeatedly. Jeremy's body convulsed wildly and his hands lost their grip on the axe, which dropped to the floor, shattering some of the marble under.
As the blood seeped out of Jeremy's body, his thoughts were on how the madmen had won, how it was all over, the wounds were unbearable, but he would die with dignity, he would not whimper in pain, he would not curse them, he would die silently, and nobly, his energy spent. Drawing in his last breath, his last thought was for his unfinished masterpiece, gathering dust in his workshop. It saddened him greatly.
Willie walked over, and heaved Jan up, both stood over Jeremy's corpse, the pool of blood steadily becoming larger.
"Thanks, I would have died if not for you." said Jan, gratitude evident in his voice.
"It was not a problem, that fat oaf didn't see it coming!" Willie replied, a grin on his features.
With that, they stood over the body, and were filled with conflicting emotions.
One, with hope that this was all over, another, a manic gleam in his eyes...
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Five Hours Earlier
Willie walked around in the gloomy mansion, his footsteps echoing through the corridor. His master was dead, a minor error on his part, his work would not live on, but this group of people would die.
It was not all done for, perhaps his master's notes in the lab would prove sufficient to carry on his work, after all, he was his assistant for over two decades. He had stuck with him where his lover, his friends, and his mentors had not, he knew almost everything.
The wind blew gently, and a breeze stroked his face, tickling it ever so slightly. He stood still for a moment, letting the cool breeze blow across his body.
He walked into the conservatory, the site of his master's death. The plants were beautiful, despite being genetically modified with some... traits.
A piece of paper floated atop the wind, weaving through the air, Willie extended his arm, and caught the torn parchment. It was beyond his wildest dreams.
Detailed in the paper, was the every step needed to complete the process of infection, along with every other piece of his master's work, the passwords to the files and all the experiments they had done, his legacy would endure, but the world would know HIS name.
He laughed maniacally and with a longer stride, he proceeded quickly to the laboratory.
He combined the allotted mixtures and plant extracts, and transferred it to a syringe, he referred quickly to his master's note.
Finally, inject into hole in back, process should be painfully slow.
Even in near death, his master still hadn't lost his sadistic sense of humor, and he chuckled at the line.
Heading quickly back to the foyer, he joined the other two, and blended in, letting them do all the talking, only interjecting here and there.
Oh... it would be soon alright, the tantalizing taste of victory was at hand, all was going well...
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Ten minutes after the death of Jeremy Irving
"So... what are you going to do when you get back home?" asked the bartender Jan Krauser, still clutching his broken wrists. "Got any one who missed you?"
The response was chilling to the bone, and certainly not what he expected.
"Home...? This IS my home, and it will soon be yours..." The dark tone was not lost on Jan, evident by the shocked expression on his face.
"W-What? What do you mean? Y-Your one of the madmen aren't you, Your the one who kidnapped me!" A shocked realization painted across his face.
Alas, it was too late, and an evil grin streaked across Willie's face as he leaped across and pinned Jan to the floor, beating him into submission.
"Yes... I am one of those 'madmen', and it is time for society to pay, and you will be the catalyst to my revenge!" With that, Beefy turned Sprig over, and rammed the syringe in his back, and wasted no time pumping the liquid into the already present hole.
Sprig screamed in agony, he could feel his muscles expanding, his skin tearing, and body contorting and his back opening up to make way for some things that he shuddered to think of.
The process was excruciatingly slow, and painful, he continued screaming, no longer caring about the dignity of it all, the pain had robbed his mind and overridden all else.
Suddenly, it stops, is it over? Has the peace of death come upon you? Sadly, no.
A trickling sensation arises in what you think are your feet, its cold, numbing, and spreads until it reaches your head. You no longer possess control of yourself, and a loud buzzing fills your head, then, it began anew.
You writhed and spasmed as the pain overtook you once more, you want to cry and weep, but you can't do anything but feel the pain. Eventually, you can no longer scream, but it is finally over.
Your eyes open, blood shot, and the world is red to you, you lust evermore for the tangy taste of the blood, the rich aroma of it wafts by your nostrils, and you spot a corpse lying on a table not far from you.
You want to consume it now, but the buzzing in your head turns to words.
Stop, obey me now.
The voice compels you to drop to your knee, and face your master.
Beefy ordered his minion with an evil smile.
There will be more of that, much more. The village beneath our mansion will prove to be an excellent spawning grounds for you, go forth, and kill them all until you sate your hunger.
Your heightened senses are tempted by the corpse just lying there peacefully, but you no longer have any free will. You live to serve the master now, and you will do so until you die serving. You no longer have free will to do what you want, but it is not a thought that pains you, you have a purpose now...
You are now, a parasite! :clown:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Go forth and slay them all!
Mafia Victory
bah, if you had been quicker spLitz and had kept your vote on Beefy.... but alas... an orange farmer... lol
So I am a minion of the mafia. Does that mean I won :P
*Shakes sprig's hand*
Good game sir, you called him in the end ;P
Thanks DiY for hosting, thanks everyone for playing.
A good game, experimental or otherwise :D
Roles:
Mafia
CCRunner, Zain Arduin
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Beefy187, Little Willie
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Town
Atheotes, Danielle Ohara
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Sprig, Jan Krauser
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Splitpersonality, Jeremy Irving
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Zain, Vanessa Ayers
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Pro-Town
A1_Unit, Mayor Martin Willford
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Thoughts on the game:
This was my first game, and I must say, I wasn't disappointed. Hosting, while tiring, writing them role pms and all :laugh4: is a very fun activity to do, as you watch the players deliberate and your sitting on top knowing everything behind the scenes.
Thank you all, for being active in this game :bow:
I originally planned for being simply two mafia, but I thought that had the possibility of going all wrong, what if the town consistently lynched wrongly? After all they had no other intel, so the mayor came into being.
A1_Unit was planned that, in the event of mafia and him left standing, town would be pulling off a victory in the bag.
He would vote for him, and the mafia would vote back, but he would nullify the mafia's vote and then win.
Unfortunately, A1 had to use it to save himself on phase 1, and subsequently get lynched for it on phase 2.
I suspect I didn't give the town enough to deliberate about, the constant day phases required constant player attention, perhaps I should instead deck out the town and mafia alike with abilities and counter abilities, to create a more interesting game that had the possibility to go either way depending on player choices.
Anyway, it was great fun writing and I hope you all had a enjoyable (if confusing :S) experience.
:bow:
Edit: 1337th post :clown:
I loved how you made a big deal about irony in my lynch write up-- I was killed by my partner, for appearing more innocent :mad:
I'm curious how well my attempts to confuse the town were. I'm quite proud of thinking of the Rapaccini's Daughter connection, I thought that made the whole thing more believeable. Plus, it was sort of true it turns out, which wasn't something I expected. I have to ask now whether you were aware of that story at all when you were making this?
Firstly I would like to thank my partner CCRunner. Sorry for getting you lynched even though I didn't know that you were my partner :bow:
Congratulations to those who almost nailed me at the end. You guys would've won if you guys had a bit more time.
Finally a big thank you to DiY for hosting his first game.. A fun one too :laugh4:
My first experience of hosting was scary but, now I enjoy it more then playing :yes: Please host more DiY! I enjoyed your write ups :2thumbsup:
Quote:
Originally Posted by CCRunner
Not really, I just had a ironic and dark gloomy mood in mind, to set a backstory as a prelude of sorts to this "travesty" so to speak, explore the bad guy in a more humane way :yes:Quote:
I have to ask now whether you were aware of that story at all when you were making this?
I'm not terribly good at writing dialogues, so I mainly stuck to narrative writing and the scenes begged to be written.
My earlier lynch write ups lacked some... substance, so for later ones I tossed in more items and increased the background history, hoping it'll lend some sort of emotional depth to the lynch.
:bow:
I'm glad someone caught on to the irony reference though :clown:
The plant references were in regards to his history of genetic engineering coupled with macabre tastes.
The story was based on The Mansion, as well as the end scene based on Parasite, a reference to when I, as the parasite cerebrate, wrote messages to townies and convinced them that somehow they were the mafia now :clown:
aahh.. good game Beefy. Excellent job DIY. I liked the write ups. :2thumbsup:
When Sprig told me to reveal my character, it got me panicked..
I was thinking of what to write for a while :sweatdrop:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Death is yonder
I think you were very successful in this aspect, I actually felt really bad when I was lynched, it was sad, my poor scale model :(