Wrath_of_DoG - Pakistani Delegate, Politician Heavy Wounds Doctor/Partner (endgamed day 5)
Talore - Australian Delegate, Politician Rabble Rouser/Traitor (endgamed day 5)
ced395 - Irish Delegate, Political Extremist Supersaint/One-shot Vig/Traitor turned Tough Guy
~Tilde~ - Myanmar Delegate, Political Extremist Blackmailed Traitor turned Bodyguard
Skander - Politiical Extremist, Political Extremist Godfather/Faction Head
AceAnaklusmos - Russian Delegate, Politician Redirector/Poison & Chemical Immune (lynched day 5)
~V~Pale Mage - South African Delegate, Politician Hider/Gunsmith/Traitor (endgamed day 5)
Emo_PinataDeaths_Vampire - Iranian Delegate, Political Extremist Roleblocker/Motivator/Traitor
vezokpiraka - German Delegate, Politician Revealer/Self-Watcher/Traitor (endgamed day 5)
The Dead:
Nakamura - Israeli Delegate, Politician Lobbyist/Traitor (modkilled day 1)
Zchinque - British Delegate, Politician One-Shot Vigilante/Bulletproof (lynched day 1)
DYH Seppel - Saudi Arabian Delegate, Politician Governor (gunned down night 1)
indomitablebug - Swiss Delegate, Politician Neutral Survivor Financier (gunned down night 1)
MandersHex - Indian Delegate, Politician Light Wounds Doctor/Partner (killed by bombing night 1)
Azrael - North Korean Delegate, Politician Iron Chef/Bombproof (lynched day 2)
dropkickdude - Micronesian Delegate, Politician Sole Vanilla (killed by bombing night 2)
Some One zindabad - American Delegate, Politician Overeager Vigilante/Time-Limited Cop (gunned down night 2)
AsianInvasion - Indonesian Delegate, Politician Roleblocker/Blackmailing Interrogator (strangled night 2)
TheFooFish - Saudi Arabian Delegate, Politician Vote Initializer (lynched day 3)
Nom_Anor - Chinese Delegate, Politician Cop (poisoned night 3)
RafaelK - Religious Extremist, Serial Killer (lynched day 4)
tordeck Syrenz - Japanese Delegate, Politician Tracker/Self-Sensor (gunned down night 4)
Rules:
1. Standard mafia rules apply.
Special Rules:
1. Players who may talk with each other may do so at any time. Please also include the mod in any private boards set up for this purpose.
2. Abilities are split into Covert, Overt, and Triggered abilities. Several abilities are 'Special' and may not fit into the above list.
Overt abilities are trackable, watchable, and are obvious if used during the day.
Covert abilities are untrackable and unwatchable by regular means, and are not obvious if used during the day.
Triggered abilities happen in response to certain stimuli. They are not roleblockable.
3. Items in this game are not transferable, and may not be taken. They exist solely to facilitate player abilities.
4. Cryptoclaiming is still banned in this game. This is actually for your own good.
5. The 'town' in this game is the Politicians. The Politician win condition is: 'You win when only members of the Politicians are left.'
Warnings
1. This is not your grandfather's game of mafia. Don't be lazy.
2. This is a bastard mod game. The mod makes one promise -- equal bastardy for everyone.
3. Trust no one.
Disclaimers
1. Some expressions and implications may be disturbing to certain players. Please attempt to keep an open mind, and think in character.
Esper Simperer; Even the court homonculi need someone to look down on.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...' Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
A suitably palatial lounge, for a suitably palatial resort -- thus was the image the architects and designers had wished to invoke. They succeeded admirably, the delegate reclining in the velvet-lined chair decides; from the aged yet authentically threadworn tapestries on the walls, to the sparkling and evocative figures formed from gold and silver filigree threaded into the very walls, to the impossibly elaborate crystal-and-gemstone chandelier, hanging far above. Opulence embodied, yet somehow understated, with no one element overwhelming the rest, and no impression of gaudy profligacy. Truly, he marvels, a work of art in its own right.
'You seem impressed, my friend,' interjects the man across him, clad in fine and flowing Arabic-styled silks, themselves threaded in gold; another delegate, and a previous acquaintance. 'Awed by the extravagance? Or just enjoying the view, hm?'
The first delegate laughs in the middle of picking up his glass, light dancing across the deep ruby liquid within and across the deep sapphires of his cufflinks. 'I'd say it's a bit late to be awed by extravagance while sipping ten-thousand dollar wine,' he observed wryly, tipping some of said wine between his lips.
'Bah! You know you were awed. I am as well, and I stay at the Burj al-Arab regularly.' The second delegate nods briefly at a waitress as she sets down another glass, and snatches up the glass, gesturing effusively with it. 'And ten-thousand dollar wine? Pah! Now this -- this, blend of the juices of the rarest fruit in the world, with the most exquisite honeys on earth -- two thousand a glass!' So speaking, he takes a large gulp of the drink. 'Ahh, truly marvelous!'
'That's a lot of mosts in that description,' the first delegates smiles, 'But I don't doubt it. Seven-star resort indeed. And yes, the decor makes for some truly amazing viewing, I'll admit.'
'Not just the decor, I would say...' the second delegate murmurs, eyes tracing the lower half of another waitress, sashaying past - swish, swish, Swish...
The first delegate laughs again. 'Careful, I don't think your expense account covers dalliances with the staff. I know mine doesn't.'
The second delegate tears his eyes away, and grins toothily at the first -- but does not answer. Instead, he observes, 'Well, what else is there to do here but run up the account, eh?'
A raised eyebrow. 'I don't know, discussing global economic matters of critical import, or some such rot..' he replies drolly.
A laugh -- not like the first delegate's quiet mirth, but instead a loud belly laugh that doubtless echoes all the way to the chandelier. 'Oh, you crack me up, my friend. You know as well as I do,' the second delegate continues, sober eyes at odds with his wide grin, 'That this whole thing is mostly symbolic. Oh, some have issues to grind. Some always do. But of true global import?...' An emphatic shrug.
'Now that's a scandalous declaration,' the first delegate comments. But he does not deny.
'As well that there are only those of us in the know here, hmmm?' Another toothy grin. 'Well, excepting the poor sods without enough of an expense account. I pity them.'
The first delegate doubts said pity is real -- but then again pays little heed to them himself, and so does not deign to comment. Instead he begins to say -- but at the moment a deep growl rumbles through the room. It takes a moment for the two to recognize it as thunder -- distant, but alarmingly loud thunder. A slight hush falls over the lounge momentarily; only the gentle, soothing music continues to play.
'...well, that didn't sound good.' The first delegate finally comments.
'Bah, I wouldn't worry about it. Cimmer Isle hardly ever gets storms. And they're rarely any threat.' The second delegate is gruff, but does not sound convinced in his own words; despite the fact they both know them to be complete truth.
The first delegate leans back, fingering his glass -- then throws back the remaining contents in one quick gulp.
'Well, that's no way to savour fine wine.' The second delegate raises a bushy eyebrow.
'So says the man who doesn't drink.' The first delegate returns a wry smile. '...you know what, I feel like taking a walk... a nice, long walk. Through town. Care to join me?'
A patently exaggerated expression of shock. 'After just commenting that it sounds like rain? Are you quite mad, my friend?'
'Maybe?... maybe.' There is something grim in the first delegate's eyes. 'But something just tells me it might be a good idea, somehow. Something... off. Somehow.'
'...........' Abruptly, the second delegate stands. 'Well, then, my friend... let us go find some - heh - distractions in town. Shapely ones. That the expense account does cover, hmm?'
'...you have a one track mind, good sir.' With that, the first delegate stands, and the two make their exit.
If their grins are slightly twisted, and their pace slightly hurried -- well, no one notices. The music is too soothing - the chandelier too entrancing - the drinks too exquisite for that.
*******
22:09, 12 August 20XX
Metallic clicks in the darkness - a man-sized shape, and a room service cart. He momentarily stumbles over a bump in the carpet, and rattles the cart - but that which resounds is a dull bump, that sounds like no plate or bowl ever made.
*******
22:11, 12 August 20XX
soft pads in the darkness
pad pad pad
a muffled shriek cut off
dragging
dragging
dragging
*******
22:34, 12 August 20XX
The sounds of thunder grow ever louder, ever more ominous.
A strangely deserted computer terminal reads:
Atmospheric Humidity: 63%
Outside Temperature: 10 degrees C
Chance of Precipitation: 98%
Prediction Accuracy: 7&$ %'
A small ERROR signal shines quietly at the bottom of the screen, and all four numbers fluctuate madly.
There is no one to see.
*******
23:08, 12 August 20XX
Several guests stare out of windows in alarm, as violent slashes of rain begin to fall; rattling windows with an extreme force never before seen on Cimmer Isle. Still others frown as their wireless devices begin to lose their connection.
Occupants behind the reinforced windows and soundproofed walls of the VIP suites, on the other hand, continue to sleep obliviously.
********
00:11, 13 August 20XX
dragging
dragging
stop
quiet cursing in the darkness ahead
silence
silence
silence
pad pad pad pad pad pad
********
03:55, 13 August 20XX
A thunderous roar echoes throughout the VIP wing, one that shakes the structure of the building itself. Even the occupants of the VIP suites are now shaken awake, and as one rush to the source of the terrible sound.
Shock, as it turns out, is nearly universal. Some gape at the exposed elemental fury of the storm they had not noticed to this point, a storm that eclipses nearly every memory and imagination they hold. Most are in disbelief at the pile of wreckage and rubble that blocks the connecting passageways to the other wing of the resort, and the gaping hole that is letting in the storm, slowly but surely flooding the passageway. And some are staring, expressionless, at the bobbing corpse floating in the rising water; face half frozen in an expression of terminal shock and surprise -- the other half simply gone, no doubt in whatever blast destroyed the passage.
Eventually, the rising water requires the passage be blocked completely. The body is left where it is.
********
04:29, 13 August 20XX
A quick investigation of the resort reveals that no staff member remains. No bodies, no uniforms -- merely gone, though in some cases with signs the disappearance was not voluntary.
Exit proves impossible. It is obvious that the unabating fury of the storm is more than sufficient to preclude any attempt to take the road to town, not even with the heaviest vehicle in the resort's parking lots.
Internet devices, similarly, fail to work. It becomes obvious that the bombs (for they surely must have been bombs) damaged the resort's secure servers, and that something about the storm is cutting off all other signals. Left with no contact with the outside, the remaining 22 people gather, slowly, reluctantly, in a conference room -- the very room the Doha Round was to be held in, two days hence.
After a long silence, the first words are spoken. Stuttering questions quickly give way to shouting and accusations, born from panic and years of boiling tensions. But somehow, somewhere, a conclusion is drawn, half from paranoia, half from reason -- that with the only 22 people remaining in the wing here, in this room, and with the obvious isolation attempt -- that the terrorists responsible for the bombing must be among them. Somewhere. Somehow.
There is more shouting, and accusation, and very nearly violence. The last is finally not defrayed, but delayed -- as the delegates shuffle off to their rooms, some to think, some to rage, and some to catch a few more hours of furtive sleep.
On the noon, they will meet again, and decide one of their own to kill. Diplomatic murder, committed in response to murder.
Somewhere, someone muses, something is laughing, a terrible, ironic laugh. But none of them are.
Private Mod Note
():
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Esper Simperer; Even the court homonculi need someone to look down on.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...' Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
It is now pre-game. PMs are being sent out. Please /confirm in-thread upon receipt of PMs.
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Esper Simperer; Even the court homonculi need someone to look down on.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...' Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Waiting for people to confirm is the worst part of mafia games.
Private Mod Note
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Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
You're all distracting from the fact that Loran is always scum. Or was that Cyan?
Can't make up my mind.
Vote Loran
Vote Cyan
Vote Puzzle for good measure.
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Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
First action of the bastard mod: Modkill half the players for posting in pre-game!
Vote Chamber
Vote Kenji
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Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
If you get any of those titles, it'll be the last time I'm on this site.
Just saying.
/Barn
Vote Pod
Vote Zigathon
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Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
If you get any of those titles, it'll be the last time I'm on this site.
Just saying.
So the flavor of this game is awesome.
International terrorism + Freak weather phenomena = Systematic murder...?
Gotta love it when politicians are under blackmail.
@Nom_Anor: You were on, made obvious by your post in Wizards mafia.
Why haven't you confirmed?
Nom is obvscum!
Vote Axelrod
Private Mod Note
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Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Picross 3D
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
AceAnaklusmos - Russian Delegate, Politician Redirector/Poison & Chemical Immune (lynched day 5)~V~Pale Mage - South African Delegate, Politician Hider/Gunsmith/Traitor (endgamed day 5)Emo_PinataDeaths_Vampire - Iranian Delegate, Political Extremist Roleblocker/Motivator/TraitorDYHSeppel - Saudi Arabian Delegate, Politician Governor (gunned down night 1)Some Onezindabad - American Delegate, Politician Overeager Vigilante/Time-Limited Cop (gunned down night 2)tordeckSyrenz - Japanese Delegate, Politician Tracker/Self-Sensor (gunned down night 4)1. Standard mafia rules apply.
Special Rules:
1. Players who may talk with each other may do so at any time. Please also include the mod in any private boards set up for this purpose.
2. Abilities are split into Covert, Overt, and Triggered abilities. Several abilities are 'Special' and may not fit into the above list.
Overt abilities are trackable, watchable, and are obvious if used during the day.
Covert abilities are untrackable and unwatchable by regular means, and are not obvious if used during the day.
Triggered abilities happen in response to certain stimuli. They are not roleblockable.
3. Items in this game are not transferable, and may not be taken. They exist solely to facilitate player abilities.
4. Cryptoclaiming is still banned in this game. This is actually for your own good.
5. The 'town' in this game is the Politicians. The Politician win condition is: 'You win when only members of the Politicians are left.'
Warnings
1. This is not your grandfather's game of mafia. Don't be lazy.
2. This is a bastard mod game. The mod makes one promise -- equal bastardy for everyone.
3. Trust no one.
Disclaimers
1. Some expressions and implications may be disturbing to certain players. Please attempt to keep an open mind, and think in character.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...'
Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
A suitably palatial lounge, for a suitably palatial resort -- thus was the image the architects and designers had wished to invoke. They succeeded admirably, the delegate reclining in the velvet-lined chair decides; from the aged yet authentically threadworn tapestries on the walls, to the sparkling and evocative figures formed from gold and silver filigree threaded into the very walls, to the impossibly elaborate crystal-and-gemstone chandelier, hanging far above. Opulence embodied, yet somehow understated, with no one element overwhelming the rest, and no impression of gaudy profligacy. Truly, he marvels, a work of art in its own right.
'You seem impressed, my friend,' interjects the man across him, clad in fine and flowing Arabic-styled silks, themselves threaded in gold; another delegate, and a previous acquaintance. 'Awed by the extravagance? Or just enjoying the view, hm?'
The first delegate laughs in the middle of picking up his glass, light dancing across the deep ruby liquid within and across the deep sapphires of his cufflinks. 'I'd say it's a bit late to be awed by extravagance while sipping ten-thousand dollar wine,' he observed wryly, tipping some of said wine between his lips.
'Bah! You know you were awed. I am as well, and I stay at the Burj al-Arab regularly.' The second delegate nods briefly at a waitress as she sets down another glass, and snatches up the glass, gesturing effusively with it. 'And ten-thousand dollar wine? Pah! Now this -- this, blend of the juices of the rarest fruit in the world, with the most exquisite honeys on earth -- two thousand a glass!' So speaking, he takes a large gulp of the drink. 'Ahh, truly marvelous!'
'That's a lot of mosts in that description,' the first delegates smiles, 'But I don't doubt it. Seven-star resort indeed. And yes, the decor makes for some truly amazing viewing, I'll admit.'
'Not just the decor, I would say...' the second delegate murmurs, eyes tracing the lower half of another waitress, sashaying past - swish, swish, Swish...
The first delegate laughs again. 'Careful, I don't think your expense account covers dalliances with the staff. I know mine doesn't.'
The second delegate tears his eyes away, and grins toothily at the first -- but does not answer. Instead, he observes, 'Well, what else is there to do here but run up the account, eh?'
A raised eyebrow. 'I don't know, discussing global economic matters of critical import, or some such rot..' he replies drolly.
A laugh -- not like the first delegate's quiet mirth, but instead a loud belly laugh that doubtless echoes all the way to the chandelier. 'Oh, you crack me up, my friend. You know as well as I do,' the second delegate continues, sober eyes at odds with his wide grin, 'That this whole thing is mostly symbolic. Oh, some have issues to grind. Some always do. But of true global import?...' An emphatic shrug.
'Now that's a scandalous declaration,' the first delegate comments. But he does not deny.
'As well that there are only those of us in the know here, hmmm?' Another toothy grin. 'Well, excepting the poor sods without enough of an expense account. I pity them.'
The first delegate doubts said pity is real -- but then again pays little heed to them himself, and so does not deign to comment. Instead he begins to say -- but at the moment a deep growl rumbles through the room. It takes a moment for the two to recognize it as thunder -- distant, but alarmingly loud thunder. A slight hush falls over the lounge momentarily; only the gentle, soothing music continues to play.
'...well, that didn't sound good.' The first delegate finally comments.
'Bah, I wouldn't worry about it. Cimmer Isle hardly ever gets storms. And they're rarely any threat.' The second delegate is gruff, but does not sound convinced in his own words; despite the fact they both know them to be complete truth.
The first delegate leans back, fingering his glass -- then throws back the remaining contents in one quick gulp.
'Well, that's no way to savour fine wine.' The second delegate raises a bushy eyebrow.
'So says the man who doesn't drink.' The first delegate returns a wry smile. '...you know what, I feel like taking a walk... a nice, long walk. Through town. Care to join me?'
A patently exaggerated expression of shock. 'After just commenting that it sounds like rain? Are you quite mad, my friend?'
'Maybe?... maybe.' There is something grim in the first delegate's eyes. 'But something just tells me it might be a good idea, somehow. Something... off. Somehow.'
'...........' Abruptly, the second delegate stands. 'Well, then, my friend... let us go find some - heh - distractions in town. Shapely ones. That the expense account does cover, hmm?'
'...you have a one track mind, good sir.' With that, the first delegate stands, and the two make their exit.
If their grins are slightly twisted, and their pace slightly hurried -- well, no one notices. The music is too soothing - the chandelier too entrancing - the drinks too exquisite for that.
*******
22:09, 12 August 20XX
Metallic clicks in the darkness - a man-sized shape, and a room service cart. He momentarily stumbles over a bump in the carpet, and rattles the cart - but that which resounds is a dull bump, that sounds like no plate or bowl ever made.
*******
22:11, 12 August 20XX
soft pads in the darkness
pad pad pad
a muffled shriek cut off
dragging
dragging
dragging
*******
22:34, 12 August 20XX
The sounds of thunder grow ever louder, ever more ominous.
A strangely deserted computer terminal reads:
Atmospheric Humidity: 63%
Outside Temperature: 10 degrees C
Chance of Precipitation: 98%
Prediction Accuracy: 7&$ %'
A small ERROR signal shines quietly at the bottom of the screen, and all four numbers fluctuate madly.
There is no one to see.
*******
23:08, 12 August 20XX
Several guests stare out of windows in alarm, as violent slashes of rain begin to fall; rattling windows with an extreme force never before seen on Cimmer Isle. Still others frown as their wireless devices begin to lose their connection.
Occupants behind the reinforced windows and soundproofed walls of the VIP suites, on the other hand, continue to sleep obliviously.
********
00:11, 13 August 20XX
dragging
dragging
stop
quiet cursing in the darkness ahead
silence
silence
silence
pad pad pad pad pad pad
********
03:55, 13 August 20XX
A thunderous roar echoes throughout the VIP wing, one that shakes the structure of the building itself. Even the occupants of the VIP suites are now shaken awake, and as one rush to the source of the terrible sound.
Shock, as it turns out, is nearly universal. Some gape at the exposed elemental fury of the storm they had not noticed to this point, a storm that eclipses nearly every memory and imagination they hold. Most are in disbelief at the pile of wreckage and rubble that blocks the connecting passageways to the other wing of the resort, and the gaping hole that is letting in the storm, slowly but surely flooding the passageway. And some are staring, expressionless, at the bobbing corpse floating in the rising water; face half frozen in an expression of terminal shock and surprise -- the other half simply gone, no doubt in whatever blast destroyed the passage.
Eventually, the rising water requires the passage be blocked completely. The body is left where it is.
********
04:29, 13 August 20XX
A quick investigation of the resort reveals that no staff member remains. No bodies, no uniforms -- merely gone, though in some cases with signs the disappearance was not voluntary.
Exit proves impossible. It is obvious that the unabating fury of the storm is more than sufficient to preclude any attempt to take the road to town, not even with the heaviest vehicle in the resort's parking lots.
Internet devices, similarly, fail to work. It becomes obvious that the bombs (for they surely must have been bombs) damaged the resort's secure servers, and that something about the storm is cutting off all other signals. Left with no contact with the outside, the remaining 22 people gather, slowly, reluctantly, in a conference room -- the very room the Doha Round was to be held in, two days hence.
After a long silence, the first words are spoken. Stuttering questions quickly give way to shouting and accusations, born from panic and years of boiling tensions. But somehow, somewhere, a conclusion is drawn, half from paranoia, half from reason -- that with the only 22 people remaining in the wing here, in this room, and with the obvious isolation attempt -- that the terrorists responsible for the bombing must be among them. Somewhere. Somehow.
There is more shouting, and accusation, and very nearly violence. The last is finally not defrayed, but delayed -- as the delegates shuffle off to their rooms, some to think, some to rage, and some to catch a few more hours of furtive sleep.
On the noon, they will meet again, and decide one of their own to kill. Diplomatic murder, committed in response to murder.
Somewhere, someone muses, something is laughing, a terrible, ironic laugh. But none of them are.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...'
Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
Jund Fangirl; Few things can describe the bliss of the fangirl's cries fading to silence (broken by occasional munching sounds).
Grixis Emo; 'Why should I go out there? They're all uncaring zombies! *sniff* No one understands me...'
Bant Wageslave; Behind every successful knight is a corporate drudge doing his taxwork.
Naya Overenthusiast; Because there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm.
Alcoholic Mafia - Town LVP
Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
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UR Storm
Commander
WBR Queen Marchesa Stax
WUB Oloro, Ageless Ascetic Pillowfort
RRR Krenko, Mob Boss Chaos
Note to self: Your mafia theories are usually wrong, so don't act on them.
/confirm
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Waiting for people to confirm is the worst part of mafia games.
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Like so: vote ZDS, vote ZDS, vote ZDS.
If you're in, you'll post. Who's with me? [begin the revolt]
Zebi did it.
Vote Zebi
The Family
Can't make up my mind.
Vote Loran
Vote Cyan
Vote Puzzle for good measure.
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Yeah, I think this is a record for caught scum.
Vote Azrael
My custom title never lies.
Vote Chamber
Vote Kenji
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Az, your pants are on fire.
Vote: red_0mega
he's not in the game, and I had to pick him.
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I wonder how many thinks can there be written besides your name
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Just saying.
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/Barn
Vote Pod
Vote Zigathon
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
So the flavor of this game is awesome.
International terrorism + Freak weather phenomena = Systematic murder...?
Gotta love it when politicians are under blackmail.
Also, anyone want to get high?
They laugh because it's funny...and because it's true.
Wrong game, wrong player.
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Why haven't you confirmed?
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Nom is obvscum!
Vote Axelrod
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Daykill Nom_AnorEh, better not tempt the bastard mod-god.
I happen to think I would make an excellent US President. As soon as I get them to rewrite the Constitution so I'm legally allowed to be.
Huh. Didn't realize you weren't born here dear.
I agree, though. You would make a FANTASTIC US President.
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Vote LookingForReality
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Super Mario Galaxy
Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story
EchoChrome
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Assassin's Creed 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
BioShock
Demon's Souls
Final Fantasy I, II, IV, VII & XII
Kingdom Hearts
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Mass Effect
Metal Gear Solid 4
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Early name-claims are a scum tell, you know.
(I'm Ahmadinejad. If I survive until day seven, I destroy all players with the creature type: Jew.)