Pirate Ninja Robot Zombie Mafia IN SPACE [Concluded]

[Chaotix]

No, Zaccino. You have a far greater role to play in the events about to take place.

-I've got two reserves already. It would be discourteous for me to not hit them up first. If neither of them can take over by the next wake cycle, you can have it.

[thefluffyone93]

Y NOT ZOIDBERG FLUFFY?

[Zack]

-I've got two reserves already. It would be discourteous for me to not hit them up first. If neither of them can take over by the next wake cycle, you can have it.

Ah, thought you didn't have any reserves. Just be wary - Zaccino, relatively immortal, doesn't have much time left. He's been on a downward spiral ever since he heard about the space whale accident.

[Chaotix]

DAY 1
[WAKE CYCLE 4]

These new ruins appeared to have thrown a monkey wrench into the Space Cadets’ journey. Suddenly, nobody was certain of anything anymore. Previously, there had always been a clear candidate in mind when a volunteer job needed doing. And there had always been a few Space Cadets who saw fit to sit back and not participate.

Now, both of those things had changed completely. Suddenly everybody was talking, and nobody could agree on anything – which path they would take, who they would send back to the ship, it didn’t matter. A few Space Cadets could have sworn that there was still one amongst them who hadn’t deigned to participate, but he was nowhere to be seen, and as the wake cycle went on they found themselves forgetting who exactly it was. By the time the votes had been counted, they had all forgotten he had even existed.

And it was not a pretty count. Exactly the same number of votes had gone to both the huge double doors and the high-tech elevator, while the spiral staircase lagged close behind. With so much dissent, it would be difficult for the Captain to make a ruling – in a case such as this, every Cadet’s opinions had merit.

And the Space Cadets Double A and dcmort93 had also been tied with exactly the same number of votes. In this case, it was of course easier to solve. It was probably a better idea to trust two Cadets to the Shuttlemarine rather than one, anyway. They would both go back to the ship and secure a path.

It was still up to the Captain to decide which path they would take, though.

“Listen up, Cadets! It seems like we’re tied between the elevator and the double doors. Personally, if we could I’d be exploring all three of these areas. But it’s just too dangerous to split up our squad. We’ve taken too many losses and come too far already to turn back now, and if we divide amongst ourselves that’s as good as giving up. So, since this decision falls on me, your leader, I decide that we are going to take path number---”

The Captain’s rousing speech was interrupted by the sound of rumbling stones and rocks. One listened closely enough, it might have even sounded like the laughter of a giant. But mortals were never meant to listen closely to a sound as terrible as that.

The rumbling culminated in a massive boulder cracking off of the ceiling and dropping directly on the Shuttlemarine. A smashing, crunching sound accompanied the boulder’s landing. When the dust settled in the liquid ammonia, the crew couldn’t even see their sweet ride any more. It was just a boulder. The boulder also conveniently blocked the entrance that they had come in through. The only way through now was forward.

The Captain’s jaw dropped right there. He cursed under his breath.

“Well, this calls for a plan B. Hmm… lemme think a minute.”

“Why not take all three routes, like you wanted to?”

“Hey, what? Autopilot? What are you doing here? I thought you were installed on the Shuttlemarine.”

“I was. I uninstalled myself before it was destroyed.”

“Then… where are you, now?”

“Please, Captain. We all know you don’t understand computers. I was on the ship, and now I am not. Let us just leave it at that, for simplicity’s sake. I wouldn’t want to confuse you with the real explanation. You would probably go insane first.”

“Well… ok. Thanks, Autopilot. Actually, I guess you’re not really piloting anything anymore. I’ll just call you CHAOTIX.”

“That will suffice.”

“Ok. I think CHAOTIX’s suggestion has merit. For some reason, I feel like he’s the one who’s really in charge of this whole thing anyway. We’ll explore all three paths, but we can’t afford to split the group up. So here’s the deal: Double A will go through the Double Doors. dcmort93 will take the High-Tech Elevator. And the rest of us… with go down the Spiral Staircase.”

And the Cadets did just that.

---

Double A nervously stepped towards those huge doors. They were great, and massive… and perfect. If it had been only one door, it wouldn’t have been as impressive. There was just something about there being two of them… it just felt right to Double A. This was where he belonged.

He wasn’t sure how he was able to open such doors on his own, but when he pushed forward they swung open quite easily. He proceeded down what appeared to be one of those long, long halls preceding a throne in medieval times. Double A had read about medieval times. No one was really sure when they happened, though, or even where. That’s how long ago it had been. Perhaps they had never happened. Or perhaps they hadn’t happened yet.

It didn’t matter. Double A walked down that long, deep navy carpet for what seemed like an eternity. It was long enough for him to figure out that carpets didn’t belong underwater, anyway. After another eternity, he could finally see the throne. And after yet another eternity, he had reached it.

Double A looked at his Atomic Space Watch. He had expected the time to have taken at least a few sleep and wake cycles. Or failing that, at least a few hours. It had taken Double A just one minute, but he had lived a year before he reached the end of that hall.

And sitting there, on the throne, was a MASSIVE CRUSTACEAN. It was great and red, at least fifty feet tall and twice as wide. Double A felt something great and terrible emanating from it, and it made him uneasy. Well, uneasier than a fifty foot crab would have normally made him, anyway.

It stared at Double A with its beady stalk eyes (each solid black eyeball the size of Double A himself), and it shuffled its massive pincers. It had a nice little golden crown atop its head. And then it spoke.

“WHO DARES RATTLE THE INCONSOLABLE FLUBBERNUBBERGLOOP?”

“Uhh… me. I do. I’m Double A. Nice to meet you, Mr. Flubberblubbernoop.”

“NOT FLUBBERBLUBBERNOOP, FLUBBERNUBBERGLOOP. THE INCONSOLABLE FLUBBERNUBBERGLOOP.”

“Right. The Inconsolable Flubberdubbersnoop. That’s what I said.”

“PRONOUNCE IT CORRECTLY, PEON. I AM FLUBBERBUBBERFOOP. WAIT, I MEAN FLUBBERCRUBBERDROOP. NO – DAMN IT, YOU’VE GOT ME DOING IT NOW, TOO! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE.”

“Wait! No, don’t kill me! I didn’t mean it. Really!”

“OH, I WILL KILL YOU ALL THE SAME. SUCH IS THE WAY OF THE GREAT ONES. BUT I WILL SPARE YOUR LIFE A FEW MOMENTS LONGER. NOW I ASK OF THEE. WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE?”

“Umm… it’s a long story really, but-”

“SILENCE! YOU HAVE COME TO STEAL MY HARPOON, HAVEN’T YOU?”

“No-”

“HAVEN’T YOU???”

“No, really, you’ve got it all wrong. I came here because-”

SMASH.

One of the Inconsolable Flubberblubbergloop’s massive pincer claws came smashing down on Double A, flattening him like a bug.

---

dcmort93 watched his comrades shrink and become smaller and smaller as the elevator ascended. They were making for the stairway as he spoke, all but one of them, who was headed for the huge double doors. Even from all the way up here they looked huge. In fact, no matter how far he looked up he could not see the top of the doors.

Soon his elevator went through the ceiling of the chamber. By that time he couldn’t see his crewmates at all, he was so high up. The elevator entered a circular shaft, which was walled with intensely bright light.

The first thing dcmort93 felt was the sheer brightness of it burning out his eye sockets and rendering him blind. The pain was intense for a moment or so, but before he knew it was all gone and he could feel that the elevator had stopped.

He couldn’t see anything around him, but judging by the way the floor clanged on his boots, he was walking on a metal surface. And judging by the speed that he could move at, he was no longer under the ammonia sea. He rolled down the visor of his helmet to check. It was a good thing he was right, otherwise he would have died before what comes next.

He walked his way to a wall and found that it had a metal railing attached to it. It was as if whoever built this place expected everybody to be blind when they arrived. He followed the railing, and eventually he could sense from the echo of his footsteps that he was leaving the room into a hallway. He continued down this hallway a short ways until he came to a new room and the railing suddenly ran out, leaving him to stumble to his knees.

Before he could get back up, something grabbed him by his limbs and forcibly dragged him into the center of the room. He could feel a terrible energy emanating from whatever had bound his arms and legs with tentacles. They lifted him up, suspending him in the air. Then it spoke directly into his mind.

“YEE HEE HEE. BLEEP-GLUGGOTH THE ILLECEBROUS HAS FOUND ANOTHER TASTY MORSEL.”

dcmort93 was pretty much in full panic mode at this point. All he did was scream. The tentacles bound him and probed his body and face. Wherever they touched him he felt a numbness spread through him, almost like the stinger of an UNPLEASANT JELLYFISH. And like the sting of a jellyfish, that was soon accompanied by terrible, brain-rending pain. dcmort93 continued to scream.

“BLEEP-GLUGGOTH KNOWS YOU HAVE COME FOR HIS ORB, YES. THEY ALL COME FOR THE ORB OF INFINITE KNOWLEDGE, BUT BLEEP-GLUGGOTH SHALL NOT LET THEM HAVE IT, NO. HEE HEE YEE."

dcmort93 replied by screaming.

“YEE HEE HEE. NOW BLEEP-GLUGGOTH CONSUMES YOU. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD, TO BECOME PART OF ONE SO GREAT AS BLEEP-GLUGGOTH THE ILLECEBROUS.”

A tentacle wrapping around his face prevented him from screaming.

---

The Captain led the rest of his group down the spiral staircase. They were large steps, each half as tall as a Space Cadet. It took some careful footwork, but soon they found themselves at the bottom. And the landing opened up into a massive pit, so dark and vast they could not see five feet past its opening.

One of the Space Cadets walked towards the edge for a closer look, but the Captain pulled him back before he fell or something equally stupid. And it was just in time, for at that moment a vast… mass came surging up through the crater. The top of it came to rest about halfway to the ceiling. But the ceiling was easily as tall as their spaceship had been long. The bottom of the mass was unseen, still inside the pit that it filled thoroughly.

At the top of the mass two eyes blinked open. Then it bent forward and a vast mouth opened up, showing row upon row of razor-sharp teeth. And the mass began to speak.

“GREETINGS, HUMANS. I AM BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL.”

Most of the Space Cadets gasped or did something equally stupid.

“The SPACE WHALE!”

“Zaccino!”

“INDEED. I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM BOTH OF THESE. AND FURTHERMORE, I AM THE LAST OF THE GREAT ONES.”

“Hey, do you have a giant pool of Uranium by any chance?”

“YES. I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM CURRENTLY BATHING IN IT. BUT ENOUGH QUESTIONS. NOW, YOU MUST DO ME TRIBUTE. GO OUT INTO THE CHAMBERS AROUND YOU AND RETRIEVE FOR ME THE FISH OF PLACABILITY AND THE FISH OF SATIABILITY.”

“Wait a minute, why should we do that?”

“BECAUSE IF YOU DO NOT, I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, SHALL EAT YOU INSTEAD.”

It didn’t take long for the crew to scatter off in different directions after that. There would be little rest in this sleep cycle…

---

Alive: 15/28
atheotes
BSmith
classical_hero
Choxorn
edse
Ironside
Jarema
Major Robert Dump
Montmorency
robbiecon
SalmonSoil
The King
wideyedwanderer
Visorslash
Xehh II


Not Alive: 13/28
Zaccino - Space Cadet - Immortal, but eaten by a Space Whale
autolycus - Space Cadet - Bit off more than he could chew
Askthepizzaguy - Space Cadet - Died in madness having seen the future
Memnon - Zombie - Together he stood, divided he fell
Jolt - Pirate Ninja Robot Zombie - In the Cooler. The Space Cooler.
DaveShack - Space Cadet - Sleeping with the dinosaurs and the sharks
Arjos - Space Cadet - Got ding-dong ditched, extreme edition
Seon - Samurai - Was bested by the Western men and their guns
woad&fangs - Space Cadet - He couldn't change time, but time has changed him
Csargo - Space Cadet - Is popular. Too popular.
thefluffyone93 - Pirate - Is a good chum.
Double A - Space Cadet - Is feeling a little crabby
dcmort93 - Space Cadet - Made the tastiest morsel of them all. A dcmortsel.
Greyblades - Faded into nothingness and was replaced [Ironside]

The Space Cadets' Reserve
johnhughthom

[thefluffyone93]

'N'gai, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth ...'

[Major Robert Dump]

I expected a duel, not a double lynch. Uh oh.

Does this mean Zaccino is a zombie? Was he rezzed or did he never die to begin with?

[Zack]

I, Zaccino, Blubth-B’Glub, space whale, immortal, cannot die.

[dcmort93]

I'd start looking at Atheotos considering he is one of the people that was leading to vote on me

[Double A]

I wouldn't, you had a really crappy lynch pattern, and the last time we lynched someone who led a lynch on for someone who was innocent, he turned out to be innocent as well. And handsome.

[Chaotix]

As the sleep cycle continues, a new Space Cadet begins to appear, first as a ghostly figure and then solidifying into corporeal form. The rest of the Space Cadets begin to recognize him as Ironside, and act as if he had been with them for their entire journey so far.

Ironside has replaced Greyblades.

[thefluffyone93]

Lynch Ironside, it's obvious he is scum.

[Ironside]

"You see, there are no such things as space ghosts taking corporal form after devouring the flesh of apathetic Space Cadets. It's something the auto-pilot AI Chaotix made up to keep the crew more active."
"I'm still certain we had a crewmember Grayblades that simply vanished..., Ironside was it correct? I remember him as clearly as I remember you."
"Yeah, that's me. We went to the crew record, no Grayblades and you saw my name. I simply started out with a low profile, when all this mess started, to avoid the crazy. But I've been around, for a very loong time." *Smiles*

[Double A]

"I've been here since scene 19!"

[Chaotix]

DAY NO LONGER EXISTS. I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, HAVE EATEN IT.
[SLEEP CYCLE 4]

There it was! He had found it. robbiecon had been tailing the stupid fish for hours, but it was pretty fast and a little too big too to grab hold of. But he had a plan now. He would conquer the Fish of Placability, once and for all.

robbiecon extended a Space Net from his adventure gear – it basically looked like a butterfly net, but it was of course commonly used to catch Space Butterflies rather than the normal kind. robbiecon had done his fair share of Space Butterfly chasing in his time, but this fish looked to be a different game altogether. Luckily, it didn’t have teeth, or at least he didn’t see any – that way there was little chance of it biting through the net.

He snuck up behind the fish very slowly… slower… slower still… then he pounced! He swung his Space Net with all his might… and it passed straight through the fish. Then the fish shorted out and disappeared. Wait a minute, fish don’t suddenly short out and disappear! The fish must have been a hologram. Sure enough, he saw the real deal off to the distance on his left. He moved to start chasing it again.

And swam straight into something tall and metal. That didn’t immediately worry him; the Space Cadets’ ADVENTURE GEAR was vaguely metallic, and there were a few tall Space Cadets. What did worry him were the glowing red eyes staring down at him.

The eyes started to glow brighter and brighter, and soon robbiecon was basically paralyzed with fear. He realized what was going to happen, but he was powerless to stop it. Wait, no he wasn’t. He still had his Space Net!

He swung the Space Net down over the Robot’s head. The Robot, unused to such strange stimuli, started flailing around. He looked pissed. robbiecon bolted then, trying to get as far away as he possibly could before the Robot realized it could just pull the net back over its head.

But it was too late. The Robot had recovered from that little embarrassing bit, and didn’t delay at all for dramatic effect this time.

“TARGET LOCKED.”

He fired a devastating plasma laser from his eyes and blasted robbiecon straight in the back. The sheer force and heat of the attack caused robbiecon and his suit to melt down into a blob of grody elementary particles and molecules. It happened so fast, he never even felt it.

THUNK.

“Well, that didn’t work.”

ROBOT VS NINJA

The Robot spun around. The kunai had bounced off his titanium-plate chassis harmlessly, but it had left a nasty scratch. He hadn’t seen or heard the Ninja sneak up on him or throw the weapon. In fact, he still didn’t see the Ninja. That was it. He regretted sparing the Ninja that previous sleep cycle the instant his processors allowed him to do so. Did the Ninja even know how much it was going to cost to get that scratch repaired? In one stroke, he had really damaged the value of his chassis. Stupid Ninja would never understand what these things were worth. He never had one. How could he?

That’s it. Now his microprocessors were overheating. He would have to go back to his camp spot after this and have a nice cooldown with some liquid nitrogen later, or he was liable to blow a fuse. The Robot hated that other people just never seemed to understand him and his interests. Something that was worth that much to him was evidently not even worth considering to the Ninja. Let alone that it was his own private property. What right did the Ninja have to just scratch his chassis and get away with it?? If he ever caught that pajama-wearing twit, he would take him to court for this. Then they would see how much his chassis was worth to him. He would sue the Ninja for all he had!

Or better yet, the Robot decided he might take it all right here. No need to wait for a trial. Out in the ammonia ocean, he was judge, jury, and executioner. Space executioner.

The Robot loaded and readied every weapon he had installed on himself. And my, it was quite an arsenal. One arm transformed into a rotating gatling gun, the other into a high-voltage tazer. Ports on his back and shoulders opened up to release launch ports for torpedoes, missiles, and all kinds of explosive weapon. He began charging his eyes up for the plasma laser again. And his chest cavity opened up to reveal a huge particle beam cannon. He was ready. Let the ninja come for him now.

At the first sign of movement, he launched everything. The Robot’s payload was powerful and his weaponry was delivered in a 360 degree arc all around him in his immediate vicinity. If the Ninja was nearby, he would be fried in a blast of gunpowder and pure energy.

As it was, the Robot’s attack left a huge crater all around the position where he was standing, and stirred up a load of dust. When it finally settled, the Ninja was still nowhere to be seen. That was good. He would have been completely vaporized by that attack.

“TARGET ELIMINATED.”

“Not quite.”

The voice had come from above him. The Robot looked up and tried to fire his plasma laser at the Ninja, but it was too late. The Ninja had landed on his head, and he was holding that broken Laser Nunchuk in hand.

“You destroyed everything surrounding you in two dimensions. That was good. On land, you would have bested me. But clearly you were not programmed for combat in water.”

And with that, the Ninja drove the Laser Nunchuk into the base of his metal skull. That was it, his core processor was fried. He would never make it out of this. Oh, there goes the self-destruct sequence. Better warn the Ninja. No, don't warn the Ninja! He wanted the Ninja to die! Too late. It was hardcoded. The warning was coming, like it or not.

“WARNING: FATAL ERROR. SELF-DESTRUCT IN T-MINUS 5… 4… 3… 2…”

But by then, the Ninja had already disappeared, leaving the nunchuk lodged in his robotic brain. His power core began to meltdown, and that was the end of BSmith’s consciousness. Shortly after, he exploded into a million bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. Even his poor chassis couldn’t withstand the blast, and was torn into several large metal hunks.

---

When the Captain had gathered everyone back at the great abyss, luckily they had managed to catch both the Fish of Placability and the Fish of Satiability. If they hadn’t, the Captain supposed, they would probably be dead already.

As it was the Great One Blubth-B’Glub scarfed them down in a single bite of his massive jaw. Then he began to speak.

“I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM SATISFIED. I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM PLACATED. YOU HAVE DONE WELL, PUNY MORTALS. YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY LONGER. WELL, MOST OF YOU ANYWAY. NOW LISTEN CAREFULLY, FOR I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM GOING TO TELL YOU A STORY.”

The Space Cadets listened attentively as they possibly could without being absolutely terrified.

“LONG AGO, AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS UNIVERSE, THE GREAT ONES HAD THEIR OWN PARALLEL UNIVERSE FROM WHICH THEY PRESIDED OVER ALL THAT THEIR DARK TENDRILS COULD REACH. IT WAS A GOOD TIME. A TIME OF GREAT PROSPERITY FOR THE GREAT ONES, AND OF TERROR AND DARKNESS FOR THEIR FAITHFUL SUBJECTS. ALL WAS AS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.”

“THE GREAT ONES NO LONGER RESIDE IN THAT PARALLEL UNIVERSE, WHICH WE CALL THE PLANE OF THE GREAT ONES. WE HAVE BEEN FORCED FROM IT BY VILE CREATURES CALLED THE SPACE KRAKENS. AND I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, AM THE LAST OF THE GREAT ONES. WELL… THAT IS NOT ENTIRELY TRUE. THERE ARE TWO OTHER GREAT ONES IN EXISTENCE, BUT THEY HAVE LOST THEIR SANITY AND WITH IT THEIR TRUE ESSENCE. THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL THEMSELVES GREAT.”

“IN RETURN FOR YOUR SERVICE, YOU SHALL HAVE ONE OF THE GIFTS OF THE GREAT ONES. THE FIRST GIFT IS THE ORB OF BLEEP-GLUGGOTH, WHICH CONTAINS ALL OF THE KNOWLEDGE IN THE UNIVERSE. THE SECOND IS THE HARPOON OF FLUBBERDUBBERSNOOP, CAPABLE OF UNQUANTIFIABLE LEVELS OF DESTRUCTIVE POWER. AND THE THIRD IS MY OWN GIFT, THE POOL OF BLUBTH-B’GLUB, FROM WHICH ANY CONCEIVABLE OBJECT (AND MANY INCONCEIVABLE ONES) MAY BE CREATED. YOU MUST CHOOSE WISELY.”

“IN ADDITION, I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, WILL REQUIRE A SACRIFICE. NOT FOR THE GIFTS, JUST BECAUSE I, BLUBTH-B’GLUB, IMMORTAL, AM VERY FOND OF SACRIFICES.”

---

Alive: 13/28
atheotes
classical_hero
Choxorn
edse
Ironside
Jarema
Major Robert Dump
Montmorency
SalmonSoil
The King
wideyedwanderer
Visorslash
Xehh II


Not Alive: 15/28
Zaccino - Space Cadet - Immortal, but eaten by a Space Whale
autolycus - Space Cadet - Bit off more than he could chew
Askthepizzaguy - Space Cadet - Died in madness having seen the future
Memnon - Zombie - Together he stood, divided he fell
Jolt - Pirate Ninja Robot Zombie - In the Cooler. The Space Cooler.
DaveShack - Space Cadet - Sleeping with the dinosaurs and the sharks
Arjos - Space Cadet - Got ding-dong ditched, extreme edition
Seon - Samurai - Was bested by the Western men and their guns
woad&fangs - Space Cadet - He couldn't change time, but time has changed him
Csargo - Space Cadet - Is popular. Too popular.
thefluffyone93 - Pirate - Is a good chum.
Double A - Space Cadet - Is feeling a little crabby
dcmort93 - Space Cadet - Made the tastiest morsel of them all. A dcmortsel.
Greyblades - Faded into nothingness and was replaced [Ironside]
robbiecon - Space Cadet - Has returned back to his basics
BSmith - Robot - Free to do all the math he wants in Robot heaven

The Space Cadets' Reserve
johnhughthom

[Xehh II]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh... Wait. What just happened? I'm sure this has damaged my brain a little. Did we just really get eaten by some type of space whale diety thing device?

[Xehh II]

If so, then surely we must take up the harpoon, with which we shall cut our way out of this foul beast!

[Montmorency]

Obviously, Vote: Pool

All intelligent Cadets will follow.

Vote: MRD

He's definitely a role, and with the Ninja the only scum left that's as good a bet as any.

[Major Robert Dump]

I find it incredibly rich that the same night killers keep ending up fighting each other. I would assume that after multiple nights of this, the ninja now possibly has a positive ID on the last pirate or robot, assuming there are more than 1 per, and assuming it was the same ninja both times (same weapon?), and assuming Fluffy was not the pirate he went after the first night. I dunno, my mind is boggled.

I would appreciate some other hypothesis. Right now, there is 1 of each dead, if the samurai was in the same team as the ninja, otherwise there ninja has yet to take any casualties -- all fo this, of course, excluding Jolt, who was one of each.

It is possible that Jolt, being part of everything, knew who the other singular bad guys were, and that is why he was lynched so effectively: they teamed up on him, and no one wanted to say why. Jolt did not snitch in the name of being a good sport but also because Jolt possibly has something up his sleeve. Notice he is not dead. He is merely frozen.


If there is only one special character per team, then it means we only have the ninja left. I find this hard to believe, I want to believe there is at least more than one zombie and I will tell you why:

My character can investigate zombies at night. Just whether or not someone is a zombie. Seems like an awful lot of trouble for a character if there is only one zombie. Or, perhaps, the zombie can infect others during night phase. I dont think Menmom would have had the chance to, as he was killed on N1.

Here is how things have played out on my end:

N1: Visorslash is NOT a zombie.
D2: I inform Visorslash he is not a zombie. At this point I thought it might be possible that people may slow infect, due to how my role was written. I tell Visorslash all about my role. Visorslash suggests I investigate Choxorn due to his vote for Jolt. I should also point out that at this point I am somewhat unaware, due to my own short attention span, that there are actually other mafia roles besides zombie. I did not fathom there would be 3-6 non town factions.
N2: Choxorn is NOT a zombie.
D3: I inform Chaxorn that he is not a zombie. I inform Visorslash as well. I do not tell Choxorn about visorslash. Choxorn responds sarcastically. I do not tell him anything alese about my role.
I am secretly planning to investigate either DoubleA or BSmith. Visorslash sends a PM suggesting I do BSmith
N3: BSmith is NOT a zombie. I inform Visor.
D4: Shenanigans ensure. We lose 2 innocent townies, due in part to my wanting a tie and thinking there will be a duel. I decide to investigate Atheotes
N4: Atheotes is NOT a zombie.

And there you have it.

Sorry Visorslash, not trying to throw you under the bus, personally I do not suspect you of anything, but if you are communicating with others then maybe more puzzle pieces can be found with my reveal. As of right now, Visor and Choxorn are the only ones who I have corresponded with.

I was originally not going to say who I had "cleared" out of fear that the zombie boss would infect those already cleared. But now it is pretty obvious that the zombies are not in charge here.

Have fun with this info, and if there are zombies left, some protection would be appreciated in the next night phase

[Major Robert Dump]

Obviously, Vote: Pool

All intelligent Cadets will follow.

Vote: MRD

He's definitely a role, and with the Ninja the only scum left that's as good a bet as any.

I think it is feasible that there is more than just the ninja. There have been no more zombie kills I do not believe. After the pirate died the pirate kills stopped. I just cannot fathom that I have a zombie investgative role ++ when there is only 1-2 zombies.

Now, if every other player has a singular investigative role (ninja, pirate, robot, etc) then that would leave them with 2 potential finds (like me): the main plus Jolt. If Samurai was not in league with the ninja, the je was probably the serial killed.

With this singular investigative roles, however, it could explain why we have so effectively lynched the right people and the robot-pirate-zombies kept finding each other: people were talking in PMs to their investigative marks, and sharing info like me, for example, the pirate finds out from his ninja investigator friend who is NOT a ninja, so he can narrow the scope of his kill list. If this is the case, it was a pretty good design by the host.

With that being said, if we truly want to believe that there is only one of each (plus jolt) then I strongly suggest the pirate investigator, robot investigator and ninja investigator step forward and claim so we can sort out who we were all talking to

** edit, actually, the ninja investigator should probably not claim

[Montmorency]

Alright, I see.

However, the linked kills stop with each killed/lynched scum.

It seems quite evident that the only scum left is the ninja.

How perverse that the Samurai is the only dead town role, given that he probably scanned for the ninja.

Unvote;

I dunno, tallies are useless as scum are loners.

Vote: Choxorn

[Montmorency]

Then again...

Unvote; Vote: The King

The ninja calls it well. There's only one man here capable of such feats...

[Montmorency]

No, that makes no sense.

Unvote; Vote: Xehh II

This is my final answer.

[Jarema]

vote: Choxorn
vote: Pool
We can use it to make a harpoon later

[Ironside]

What's the name of your role MRD?

[Choxorn]

I agree, Vote: Pool, as we can then use it to make the other two objects.

Also, ignore Visor if he says I'm scummy, because he always thinks I'm scummy.

And, once again, Vote: edse

[wideyedwanderer]

Vote: Pool.

Vote: The King. Because I really don't know who to vote for. Are there any solid leads?

[Major Robert Dump]

What's the name of your role MRD?

I am the Exorcist. One more reason I think there are more zombies. And one more reason I need protection tonight.

[Major Robert Dump]

So perhapes the Samurai was the Ninja detective. If so, then the town role is published upon death.

This means there is a robot detector.

There should be a pirate detector.

If, in fact, the samurai was the ninja detector, that means there are still 3 pro town detector roles alive as no other town roles have been published on death.

Ironically, the one we need most is dead, assuming there is only one of each bad guy role + Jolt. But it would still help immensely for people to start talking, as each detective should also have a kicker power.

For what its worth, the ninja, pirate, robot roles etc may be able to protect as well as murder?? I say this because were I a protector, I would naturally protect ATPG early on. As I recall, the zombie was killed by the ninja trying to assasinate ATPG. It's a no-brainer.

So the ninja is going to be someone who is not new to these games, because he knows to kill ATPG first lol. Yet another theory.

But I still have a sneaking suspicion that anti-town roles can turn/change people to their alignment, and this makes me uncomfortable

[edse]

I agree, Vote: Pool, as we can then use it to make the other two objects.

Also, ignore Visor if he says I'm scummy, because he always thinks I'm scummy.

And, once again, Vote: edse

I no longer remember why but Vote:Choxorn

Pool

[Montmorency]

For what its worth, the ninja, pirate, robot roles etc may be able to protect as well as murder?? I say this because were I a protector, I would naturally protect ATPG early on. As I recall, the zombie was killed by the ninja trying to assasinate ATPG. It's a no-brainer.

Mmmmm, I think it's that the zombie killed ATPG first - you know, by eating him - and the ninja dollowed up by killing the zombie. As in, a typical A kills B kills C chain, no protections as far as I can see.

But I still have a sneaking suspicion that anti-town roles can turn/change people to their alignment, and this makes me uncomfortable

On what basis? The only one who might conceivably possess a recruiting ability would be the zombie, and he died N1 so it wouldn't matter even if he had.

Now, let's say that each of the four Big Names among the scum has a non-killing partner; that would indicate 5 scum left of 13 players after the loss of 4 scum. That is, 4 teams of 2 plus whatever the amalgam was. In this case, the only way to actually win is to randomly lynch and hope we get them all before the player sheet is lynched down to a nub. I think that if the ninja survives this lynch and doesn't kill one of these 3 potential opposing scum, this hypothesis should be ruled out.

Really, everything in this game can be put down to unexpected/unusual accuracy on the part of the killers. A 9-scum start of 28 players is difficult to fathom