A Dark Stormy Night [Concluded]

**Death is yonder** · 12-09-2009, 03:26

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.

**CCRunner** · 12-09-2009, 03:33

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Originally Posted by Death is yonder

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.

OOC: Pretty sure he's already voted, and was the first one to do so. Quoted all vote posts of the phase.

**Death is yonder** · 12-09-2009, 03:36

Ah oops.. didn't see that

The vote was at the end of the sentence.

Anyway:

Final Round has Ended, stand by for write up

Split has been lynched.

**Sprig** · 12-09-2009, 03:36

Well spl1t since you replied, i will unvote:spL1t vote: beefy

Edit: ahh whoops too late

**Splitpersonality** · 12-09-2009, 03:43

GG mafia :(

**Beefy187** · 12-09-2009, 03:48

Originally Posted by Sprig

Well spl1t since you replied, i will unvote:spL1t vote: beefy

Edit: ahh whoops too late

That was scummy

**Sprig** · 12-09-2009, 04:14

Originally Posted by Beefy187

That was scummy

There is not even a drop of scummyness in that post.

But matters not as Spl1t is lynched.

**Beefy187** · 12-09-2009, 04:30

Originally Posted by Sprig

There is not even a drop of scummyness in that post.

But matters not as Spl1t is lynched.

Whats done is done.. I'll wait for the write up

**Death is yonder** · 12-09-2009, 04:57

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.

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!

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Go forth and slay them all!

Mafia Victory

**Sprig** · 12-09-2009, 05:03

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

**Splitpersonality** · 12-09-2009, 05:04

*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

**Death is yonder** · 12-09-2009, 05:17

Roles:

Mafia

CCRunner, Zain Arduin

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Hi CCRunner, thanks for playing

Your role is, Zain Arduin (Mafia)

Twenty-five years ago, you were the proud owner of a newly constructed mansion, built upon the inherited wealth of your recently deceased father. Yet, behind that emotion, you were a sinister man, a recluse with no social life. You kept to yourself, and the mansion was just a convenient isolated place to conduct your research, and you were all alone, except for your assistant.

Twenty years you labored, testing numerous species for their reaction to your Parasite Strain, and nothing survived, rats, cats, dogs, hamsters, birds, everything didn't work. The luckier ones died straight away, the less fortunate specimens writhed and fell to the floor of the cage, thrashing and spasming until they died. Finally, a thought struck you as you stood incensed over the most recent failed experiment, why not use humans? Humans were plentiful in the village of Woodshire nearby, yes, that would be an excellent option. So you made your assistant sneak into the village in a disguise, and drugged five healthy looking people, and trussed them up into the back of your truck, before heading back and laying them upon the floor of your foyer, and injecting the virus through their backs. It went smoothly, and now with a camera in the foyer, you observe their every move as they lay comatose, but enough posturing, they all look like individuals in the pink of health and should survive the transformation process, and you would now test their mental deduction abilities. Yes, you will see which is the most promising individual of them all...

Objectives: Survive, your research must not go unfinished, you must unleash your revenge upon the world that scorned you. Your assistant is somewhere within this group of people, like you, he has disguised himself to observe the experiment first hand. His death may be unavoidable, but in the end, it is still you who will carry the human civilization to its inevitable doom.

[Note, doesn't mean that if you die, you both lose]

Good Luck!

Interesting Note: Your role name was actually a request from Zain, after I asked permission to use his doctor character from The Mansion.

Beefy187, Little Willie

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Town

Atheotes, Danielle Ohara

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Hi Atheotes, thanks for playing

Your role is, Danielle Ohara, (Town)

The owner of the town's general shop, you sell everything, from clothing, to food items, furniture and simple tools. The carpenter may be a master craftsman, but he sure is no salesman. You're a glib and silver-tongued woman, and your favorite past time is selling the mayor fine items, particularly furniture, for prices higher than they were worth, and splitting the extra profits with the carpenter.

One cold and frigid night, you were just about to close the shop and head back home, then a man walked in. You shivered, whether from the cold night air entering through the open doorway, or from how creepy the man looked. His eyes were withdrawn, and his skin was deathly pale, and then he glared at you, sending shivers up your spine. Taking a few steps forward, he walked past you, seemingly attempting to browse some wares to purchase. Not daring to look behind for fear of freezing up again, you walked slowly to the counter.

The wooden boards suddenly creaked under the weight of sudden and swift movement, and you turned around to investigate, but it was too late. The man pinned you down and injected a syringe into your upper arm, and the last thing you felt before falling unconscious, was that you were being dragged off out of the door...

Awakening within a mansion, you take in the sights rapidly. Mahogany furniture, glass chandeliers, marble flooring, and six other people?? What mad man had brought you all to this place? Determined to find out, ignoring the mild discomfort as you rose, you stand upright, massaging your back slightly as a wave of discomfort swept through you. Eyes sweeping over to the other six, you knew that at least one of them, was responsible for this travesty.

Objectives: Get out of this mansion, survival is preferred, but the only way to do that would be to remove the madmen who have brought you here.

Good luck!

Sprig, Jan Krauser

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Splitpersonality, Jeremy Irving

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Zain, Vanessa Ayers

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Hi Zain, thanks for playing

Your role is, Vanessa Ayers, (Town)

A normal denizen of the town, you farm for a living. Daily you toil the fields, and keep what crops you need for your own family, the rest of the produce is sold to the general store to be redistributed to the population.

One fine night, you were on the way to head to the general store. Your husband's plough had broken down and you set off with a few coins in hand to replace it, hopefully the store was still open. On the way there, you saw a truck parked outside of the store, upon closer investigation, it was a stranger. Perhaps he had came here to buy goods? That would mean the store was still open! Happy that your journey in the frigid night cold was not in vain, you hastened your pace and walked through the doors. Strangely, nobody was there?

You called out into the open air, "Hello?", but nobody responded.

Annoyed, you walked out of the door and walked to the man, who now was strolling to the doors of his truck.

"Excuse me, do you know where the store owner went? You just bought something did you not?" You intoned in a polite voice.

The man gave no response as he spun around, and shoved you into the cold hard dirt. Shocked and dazed, you could only give a sharp cry of pain as he injected your arm with a syringe. The last thing you felt before going unconscious, was the man picking you up, and tossing you into the back of his truck, before it drove off into the darkness.

Awakening within a mansion, you take in the sights rapidly. Mahogany furniture, glass chandeliers, marble flooring, and six other people?? What mad man had brought you all to this place? Determined to find out, ignoring the mild discomfort as you rose, you stand upright, massaging your back slightly as a wave of discomfort swept through you. Eyes sweeping over to the other six, you knew that at least one of them, was responsible for this travesty.

Objectives: Get out of this mansion, survival is preferred, but the only way to do that would be to remove the madmen who have brought you here.

Good luck!

Interesting Note: One of the names you have requested has been altered slightly to fit the backstory of the character in question.

Pro-Town

A1_Unit, Mayor Martin Willford

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Hi A1, thanks for playing

Your role is, Martin Willford, (Town)

The mayor of the village of Woodshire, you grew up in a village unconcerned with the trappings of modern society, content to live in peace and away from civilization, yet, who said you can't live in comfort? One of many who actually wanted a position of authority, you eventually ran for mayor and won overwhelmingly, no one else wanted such a "boring" administrative position. You handle the taxes, occasionally switch some figures around, after all, who would suspect a thing? All the money went for construction and maintenance of important buildings like the church anyway, which didn't need repairs.

One night, as you were reclining upon the couch in your Mayor's Residence, a loud knocking sounding upon the door. Irritated at being visited at such a late hour, you yelled back for him to go away and come back the following morning. Alas, the knocking persisted and you figured that you wouldn't get a moment of peace if you didn't answer the knocker. Probably some citizen who wanted to file some request for a house extension or something. Opening the door with an irritated remark, you soon realize that what you are standing face to face with is hardly a meek citizen of the town. He grabs you and throws you backwards onto the floor, and your skull contacts with a table, dazing and stunning you. With that out of the way, he rolled you onto your back and injected you in your arm, you tried to flail and resist with your other arm, but the drug took effect swiftly and you drifted into unconsciousness.

Awakening within a mansion, you take in the sights rapidly. Mahogany furniture, glass chandeliers, marble flooring, and six other people?? What mad man had brought you all to this place? Determined to find out, taking care not to over strain your poor aching back, you stand up slowly, looking around the room. Eyes sweeping over to the other six, you knew that at least one of them, was responsible for this travesty.

Objectives: Get out of this mansion, survival is preferred, but the only way to do that would be to remove the madmen who have brought you here.

Abilities: One accustomed to corruption and forging, every voting phase, you may choose to nullify one vote, smudging it and rendering it unreadable. This can be used on votes on you, and the nullified vote will not show in the final tally. PM me by the end of the day phase if you choose to do so, but decide wisely, people may not take well to someone messing with the tally if they notice.

Good luck!

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

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

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.

Edit: 1337th post

**CCRunner** · 12-09-2009, 05:39

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

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?