The Campground [Concluded]

**God Emperor** · 05-08-2011, 19:06

Originally Posted by Chaotix

Hey, did all of you guys get two different role PMs?

Vote: Sasaki

Hey yes, now that you mention it.. ... . . . Do'h !

**robbiecon** · 05-08-2011, 21:53

So, where be them marshmallows?

**Chaotix** · 05-08-2011, 22:47

Unvote, Vote: God Emperor

**GeneralHankerchief** · 05-09-2011, 01:11

Voting closed, give me a bit.

**GeneralHankerchief** · 05-09-2011, 01:47

Clinton, Iowa
Day 1

Tending to the campfire was a very messy affair. Everybody had to go out in fours to gather wood due to the lack of trust, in order to prevent the dangerous killers from overpowering anyone without serious opposition. This took away from the other tasks that needed to be completed in order for the campers to maintain a sustained existence. Additionally, due to the soggy conditions, building the fire was a very arduous process, and the final result was a little flame that not even a Neanderthal would be proud of.

These general conditions made for a very snippy group of campers, which, compounded with the fact that they had to vote one of their own off to be sentenced to death, meant that everyone got mad at each other for the smallest of reasons. This was evidenced in the voting by the fact that a full nine out of 17 total campers received at least one vote. Everyone was worried what would happen if the votes were split 17 different ways, and how on earth they would ever resolve *that* predicament, but by the end of the day one name separated itself from the pack.

Who am i? was probably the most mysterious of all campers. Nobody knew anything about where he came from, his backstory, or even his name. His accent was impossible to place. His manner of speaking was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. Nobody even knew what he looked like due to the concealing clothes he wore. A couple of people weren't even sure that he was a male. Nobody knew what kind of music Who am i? liked, or what he was running from. Nobody had ever seen him on the road before, and he had not deigned to tell anyone of how exactly he had come to this cursed campground in Clinton, Iowa, in the first place.

This complete and utter lack of knowledge about who Who am i? was what ultimately unnerved the rest of the campers. These road warriors of America were all a fraternity of sorts, even if they never quite interacted with each other, and they all had a code. Chances were slim that you would ever see each other again when you came across each other, so there was always a natural instinct to share stories and to empathize with your brother of the road. The fact that Who am i? generally had no inclination whatsoever to partake in this, even under these circumstances, was ultimately his undoing. You had to keep with the code, after all, even under these circumstances.

Eventually he received 4 votes, which was enough to put him over the edge. Everyone stood around the makeshift fire, unsure what to do next. All was silent - even Who am i? did not make a break for it or lodge a protest.

"Anyone got a knife?" one of the campers said.

"Yeah, but it might be a murder weapon later. I don't want anybody to see my knife and then claim that I killed somebody just because it means they don't get lynched." There was a general murmuring of agreement to this.

"Okay, fine," said one of the stronger campers. "Let's do this the quick way, then, shall we?" And without further ado, he bent down, picked up the largest log in the fire, and swung it, still flaming, at Who am i?'s head. Who am i? crumpled to the ground, possibly already dead, but a few more whacks took care of it just in case.

"Hope we don't ever have to see anything like that again," one of the campers said, and then they all went back to their individual sleeping spots to try for sleep that they all knew would not come.

Day 1 tally:
Who am i?: 4 (B_Ray, Scienter, ATPG, TheLastDays)

Zack: 3 (Diamondeye, Reenk, JHT)
God Emperor: 2 (Andres, Chaotix)
Csargo: 1 (God Emperor)
Andres: 1 (Csargo)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Who am i?)
Yaseikhaan: 1 (robbiecon)
TheLastDays: 1 (Visorslash)
johnhughthom: 1 (Zack)

Not voting: 2 (khaan, Renata)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: 16
Yaseikhaan
Visorslash
Reenk Roink
Zack
B_Ray
robbiecon
Csargo
Diamondeye
Andres
johnhughthom
Renata
Scienter
God Emperor
Askthepizzaguy
TheLastDays
Chaotix

Executed:
Who am i?

It is now Night 1. Night will last until 21:00 GMT-4 (US Eastern time) tomorrow. Mafia, gimme your choice.

**B-Wing** · 05-09-2011, 02:13

GeneralHanky, I gotta say, I love the theme of this game. It's very realistic, with a great atmosphere; I can almost feel like I'm there, and I like it! I even found the details of Who am i?'s death in the write-up a little unsettling, which I think is a sign of immersion. Just wanted to say thanks!

**Zack** · 05-09-2011, 02:13

Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief

Mafia, gimme your choice.

Do you prefer in the QuickTopic or by PM?

**B-Wing** · 05-09-2011, 02:16

You can just post it in this thread; that'll be fine by me.

**GeneralHankerchief** · 05-10-2011, 02:23

Clinton, Iowa
Night 1

All of the sleeping spots were spread out quite far from each other during the night. This was more than understandable, given the situation, but it also denied the campers of one advantage that could have seriously helped themselves out: companionship. Closer campsites meant there was a greater chance for somebody to hear what was going on. For somebody to see that somebody was out of their tent. For somebody to stop a potential killer.

Renata, for one, did not mind the isolation. She, as did most of the other campers, most likely, actually preferred it this way. Life was difficult. People were annoying. Her own thoughts and music provided for far greater company than any of the other campers. Plus, two of them might be murderers? That was one wager that Renata was not going to take. No, she would sit off, on her own, with one of her prized possessions - her trusty portable music player - to keep her company. In the last movie she had seen, The Book of Eli, the title character had lugged around his mp3 player for thirty years, the machine having survived a nuclear holocaust and God knew what else. Renata hoped her device would at least be able to half that feat.

She fired it up, popped her headphones in, and then began to space out. Getting a good battery charge was always difficult, and would be doubly so out here with no hope of anything remotely resembling indoor life for a while, but she hoped the old girl would last. Renata would try to forget everything and hope the music would softly lull her to sleep. It was working... David Gray's "Babylon" was coming on, reminding her of the road life in general which she had come to embrace... she was drifting... drifting..... ......drifting......

Suddenly, a interruption. The song ended prematurely. Somebody had yanked the headphones right out of her ears. "Hey! -" Renata would have shouted, were it not for the fact that that person was now using them to strangle her alive. Renata was gasping and choking for air, groping at nothing, for her assailant was stronger and able to keep her off-balance without letting her breathe.

Renata gasped and choked away her last breaths, with "Babylon" still tinnily coming out of the headphones which were now officially a murder weapon.

As the sun rose, the campers decided by mutual agreement to take a head count. As it turned out, their worst fears were confirmed - they were down one. Renata was not around. A quick look around confirmed that she had died. Everybody started groaning and complaining, which was a convenient way to mask their true emotion: fear. There would be another vote.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: 15
Yaseikhaan
Visorslash
Reenk Roink
Zack
B_Ray
robbiecon
Csargo
Diamondeye
Andres
johnhughthom
Scienter
God Emperor
Askthepizzaguy
TheLastDays
Chaotix

Killed:
Renata

Executed:
Who am i?

It is now Day 2. This phase will last until 21:30 GMT -4 (US Eastern time).