Uh, dont the IDFH have the same deal with dark samus?
Next two weeks are booked somewhat solidly. I dont have the time to devote to the mafia. I relinquish my spot.
TosaInu shall never be forgotten.
The first to sign up as a reserve was Kagemusha, so he gets the first shot at it. After that I go down the list. Dead townie players can PM me if they would like to be on the reserve list; though activity is currently pretty good so I don't know that I'll have to make too many replacements.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer: The Gameroom
Surely you could just be around for a few minutes to get a feel of the game. I know I am going to be in a similar situation where I am extremely busy with work, but thankfully we get a co-worker back from holidays, which will help out greatly. Thankfully today is a public holiday here.
Good evening everyone. If you have not communicated with me privately, you can ignore this post.
Agent Bobwingo, please use your ability on 17.
Agent Thrust Masterson, please use your ability on 45.
Agent Tyrannosaurus Flex, please proceed as was discussed earlier.
Agent Krampus McGillicutty, no decision has been made yet. Please do nothing unless you hear from me again.
All other Agents: No orders or information for tonight. Good luck, and try and stay alive. As I promised, none of you will be targeted by the Phazon tonight.
Betting Samus and Dark Samus were not in the Tincow wagon at the end.
It was a long shot but still too much to risk.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
No orders for me, the great Agent Fluffy McBananaPants? I am insulted!
can i vote Agent Bobwingo during the day phase? :)
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“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
"Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge." ― Mark Twain
"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." ― Oscar Wilde
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx
I'll be agent..... uhm....
Pizza... guy.
My night actions will be delivering fresh hot goodness to people who "didn't even order" pizza, but "conveniently" would be willing to buy it off of me for "half price" wink wink.
Also, no tip. But who's counting?
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 01-03-2011 at 08:06.
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A pizza hut guy always used to come to a hobby shop I went to and sell pizzas that people ordered but then didn't want. You should do that ATPG, they always sold real well, and I think he basically jsut got to keep the money because he was supposed to chuck them.
But those people that just harass you for it, and give no top, ya, they are lame, I vote:those people
And I can be agent Regnir Bthgin?
Last edited by Nightbringer; 01-03-2011 at 08:46.
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“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
"Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge." ― Mark Twain
"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." ― Oscar Wilde
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx
Can't; those are to be taken back to the store and donated as per company policy. There is no chucking of pizzas under current management, unless it got dropped on the floor or otherwise contaminated.
I am also on the hook for the price of the pizza if I don't bring it back.
Also; off-topic. back to topic.
Edit: LOL at Regnir.
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 01-03-2011 at 19:29.
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I agree that this is most likely. The key fact here is that the investigator had only one night, but he somehow knew who both Tincow and Beskar were. The only way this doesn't implicate Beskar as Mafia is if he is actually the investigator himself and got a lucky N1 result. This I find to be unlikely, both because of simple probability and on account of it being a rather obviously poor idea. It's also worth noting that depending on how recruitment mechanics and the number of responses Tincow received, this could still be worthwhile ploy by the Dark Samus faction even if it results in getting two of their members lynched.
Hey, I have an idea. Maybe the detectives should investigate Beskie.
Alternatively, we can wait until one of the mafia factions inevitably kills Beskar for being Beskar.
You mean assuming he isn't lynched for the same reason?
Town logic:
Person who gets a mafia killed = scum.
Person who tried to counter mafia getting killed = innocent.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
Not really we are just saying it is a fairly large coincidence that the investigator managed to find scum night one and trusted you to reveal this information. Whilst this does not make you scum it does not preclude you from being scum though I would have to say it was a fairly ballsy move if you are scum.
The night phase has ended. Beginning the write-up now.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer: The Gameroom
Night 2
As the crew proceeded to their night-time stations, their minds were full of memories from the previous day. The GF marines and bounty hunters were pleased that they were one step closer to their mission of ridding the GFS Olympus of hostiles like the followers the Dark Hunter. The IDFH warriors were in good spirits as well… though they couldn’t get this mysterious Phazon substance out of their minds. The radioactive glowing blue stuff was capable of bestowing incredible power on those who wielded it, but could also have terrible side effects. And again, tonight, there were some who wandered the deck.
One such wanderer was Rundas, the bounty hunter.
He was confident in his abilities as a hunter- especially his super-cool ice powers- but also smart enough to keep a plan of safe action. Rundas believed he would be safest if he was on the move. As he proceeded down a corridor, he heard the very distinct sound of heels striking the metal deck behind him.
Quickly he tried to spin around, but he was stopped by two delicate arms thrown over his shoulders.
“Easy there. No need to be cold with me, hunter.”
Slowly the arms turned him around and brought him face to face with his captor. She had beautiful red eyes, and although Rundas did not recognize her face in the darkness, he felt that it was familiar; as if he had seen that face in a picture somewhere. The bounty hunter was quickly entranced.
“Now just relax and feel the warmth of my touch.”
She kissed Rundas, and he felt a tingling sensation where her lips touched his face. She was not just warm; heat spread from her lips to his whole body, beginning to melt the icy armor he was encased in. The magnitude of the heat increased until she was burning hot to the touch, and at this point Rundas realized he was in danger and tore himself away.
He didn’t get far. Furious, his attacker launched twin fireballs at him, and he roared in agony as the flames scorched his skin, used to sub-zero temperatures. With a final blast of flame, Rundas was knocked to the ground. As he burned to death, his last sight would be that mysterious, entrancing face.
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Commander Shepard stood alone in the darkness. She had decided that the corrupted hunters would most likely revisit areas they had previously been to. Believing she was more than a match for either of them with her superior combat skills, she had ventured into the wrecked Medical Bay area, which had been plunged into darkness since it lost power during the attack.
Shepard was at a disadvantage, though, for she didn’t have exceptional night vision, nor did she have a weapon that blended in with the darkness.
The Dark Hunter did.
The Commander was caught completely unaware and blasted off her feet by a missile composed of dark energy. As she got back up, gun at the ready, she saw the armor suit of the Dark Hunter, glowing blue as she menacingly approached Shepard.
Shepard fired at her target, but the heavy armor-piercing bullets just bounced off this special armor. The Dark Hunter picked Shepard up with one hand and flung her to the side, where she crashed into a medical table.
The Dark Hunter concentrated and charged up one final blast of dark energy in her arm cannon, unbeknownst to Shepard. When the Commander sprung up, ready for a counterattack, the attack struck her right in the chest, destroying the rest of her life force. The Dark Hunter left, satisfied.
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Tonight, the Hunter headed into the Mess Hall. Inside was a lone GF Trooper; apparently he had got up for a midnight snack.
The missile she fired missed narrowly and struck the table he was sitting at, blowing it to bits and launching him against the far wall. The trooper was quick to get up, though, and had his machine gun trained on the fast-moving Hunter almost immediately.
The Hunter began firing blasts of light energy at the Trooper, who somehow managed to dive, roll, and do whatever was necessary to dodge these attacks. As soon as he saw an opening, the GF Trooper returned fire.
Several blasts of Phazon struck the Hunter’s armor, draining at her energy. She was surprised for a moment; then she understood. This was not just any Trooper. The Hunter was dealing with an elite, a GF PED Marine. The Phazon Enhancement Device on his back allowed him to fire ammunition charged with deadly Phazon.
However, the Hunter was not fazed. She took more care in dodging the Marine’s attacks, and charged a beam of concentrated light energy in her arm cannon. Finally seeing her chance, she jumped in the air and fired the beam, which traveled extremely fast and struck the Marine, simultaneously blinding and incinerating him.
The Hunter left his charred corpse in the stew pot, boiling for tomorrow’s breakfast.
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A small yellow creature with glowing blue eyes scampered through the air duct system, seemingly randomly. However, as it passed one exit, its ears perked up and it stopped. Looking through the metal grating in the ceiling, it saw its target below.
Noxus, the Vozon bounty hunter, lay sleeping in bed. Like Rundas, he had a tendency to use frigid weaponry on the job. Unlike Rundas, he was not so much concerned that he would be attacked, and so was not wandering the halls. However, it appeared neither his nor Rundas’s strategies were terribly useful for avoiding trouble.
The small creature kicked out the grating and it landed squarely on Noxus’s face, jolting him awake. He was confused and groggy, and the creature used this to its utmost advantage. The grating having fallen off of Noxus, the creature dropped through the vent opening and landed carefully on Noxus’s head. The perturbed bounty hunter flailed around wildly as he tried to throw off the creature.
“CHUUUUUUUUU!”
The small creature released a powerful current of electricity from its body and into that of Noxus, electrocuting him. It continued to hold the current open until it could no longer sense Noxus’s pulse.
After having placed Noxus into a more permanent sleep, the creature playfully scampered out of the room and through the ship.
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Jill Valentine walked cautiously through the halls, gun at the ready and trying to make as little noise as possible. She was skilled at survival in a situation such as this, but although having been in many extraordinary circumstances, they were never quite like this. Zombies? Yes. Infected, deranged humans? Sure. Intelligent, dangerous, and deadly bounty hunters? Not quite.
She continued navigating the halls, which became darker and darker as she progressed further into the Cargo Bay. Finally, the corridor opened up into a large room, which was lit dimly along the walls. The ceilings were high, however, and she could not see them through the darkness.
Suddenly, she heard a deafening screech, which sounded almost like some sort of animal’s roar. A massive, shadowy figure glided close to the ceiling, from the left to the right. To her right, a huge fireball exploded, throwing her to the ground from the force of it.
Jill, still on the floor, raised her hand to return fire, when suddenly another figure appeared right in front of her. It was a massive, muscled humanoid, with his back to her, holding his arms outstretched as if to stop whatever was lurking in the shadows.
She tried to figure out who this mysterious protector was, but his chiseled figure was reduced to a silhouette as fireballs exploded in front of him, seemingly stopped by some sort of imperceptible force field. The screeching of the creature became more and more frustrated, until eventually the fireballs stopped coming and it seemed to leave. In the blink of an eye, the protector had disappeared as well, without so much as a word.
Jill returned hurriedly to her quarters, shaken by the attack.
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Living: 35/47
Askthepizzaguy
Beefy187
Beskar
ByzantineKnight
Captain Blackadder
Cecil XIX
classical_hero
Csargo
dcmort93
Death is Yonder
Diamondeye
Double A
Frozen in Ice
Glenn
God Emperor
Insanious
Ironside
Jarema
johnhughthom
Khazaar
landlubber
Link
Motep
Nictel
pevergreen
Rebel Jeb
Renata
Romanic
Seon
Skooma Addict
Thefluffyone93
Winston Hughes
woad&fangs
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
Dead: 12/47
a completely inoffensive name - Professor E. Gadd (IDFH Survivalist)
AntiKingWarmanCake88 - Diddy Kong (IDFH Survivalist)
robbiecon - Trace (GF Survivalist)
Choxorn - GF Mechanic (GF Survivalist)
Reenk Roink - Pit (IDFH Survivalist)
Greyblades - Aurora Unit 242 (GF Survivalist)
TinCow - Corrupted Cloud Strife (Phazon Corruption)
autolycus - GF Quarantine Officer (GF Survivalist)
Sasaki Kojiro - Rundas (GF Survivalist)
Secura - Commander Shepard (IDFH Survivalist)
YLC - GF PED Marine (GF Survivalist)
Nightbringer - Noxus (Hero)
Reserves:
Kagemusha
Raskolnikov
Greyblades
ArpeggiateTHIS
Choxorn
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Begin Day 3
It will last 24 hours and end at roughly 10:30 PM EST tomorrow.
I will try to have updated role PMs soon, but I am very busy right now.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer: The Gameroom
This might already be obvious to some people, but "updated" role PMs indicates that people are gaining powers and abilities similar to the Star Wars games.
If you have no powers right now, do not fret and do not tune out and ignore this game. If you survive you will end up being powerful.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
I would like to thank you, who ever protected me.
My sincere thanks.
Though Secura is going to be upset. It is pretty obvious her killer was some one trying to get the investigator. =/
Last edited by Beskar; 01-04-2011 at 04:53.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
Good Job Samus, youI was totally recruitable by you. GO IDFH AND DARK SAMUS. I'd tell you more about how much you screwed yourself, but I'm not in the mood.
Whoever Samus is obviously and totally completely incompetent.
Last edited by ULC; 01-04-2011 at 04:52.
LAME! Not really, but damn, I was looking forward to this game. Ah well, at least I got myself into MarioKart Madness, which still needs a few people incidentally...
http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?t=414541 :) :0 :)
(hope the promotion is okay)
Good luck all, I hope you nail that stupid little electro crawler. XD
Last edited by Nightbringer; 01-04-2011 at 05:05.
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“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
"Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge." ― Mark Twain
"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." ― Oscar Wilde
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx
I officially accuse Winston Hughes of being Samus Aran.
GO TEAM DARK SAMUS.
That's only going to make it worse, you know.Csargo rarely gives a reason to vote for someone. I directed the lynch away from Tincow before he admitted what he was. It's a bad lead but it is still a lead.
Personally, I'd rather follow up on Flinchy McFlinchenstein, for his spastic response to pressure which was disproportionate for any townie, and him especially.
Vote: Nictel
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