Also, we've been working on the assumption that Axel bodyguarded Shadow on N2.
What would happen if he were to bodyguard Shadow the same night your Doc him? Could that be why your ability "failed"?
Can you ask Silver and get back to us?
ZDS is busy living and working on the other side of the world.
I agree with the Whispy lynch, for the info it gives. Big up to Jack as well for perfectly proving why his claim is fake.
I'm annoyed at this game for not letting me be wrong. I was going to rank DBS and Whispy pretty low in the POE, but nooooo, the guard dog and little miss power role had to preemptively intervene.
At least I was right to find the Day 1 Tubba-Whispy interaction weird and fake. I blame tom for changing my mind on this one.
Regarding DBS VS Jack, I feel like I'm the only one who remembers she was tunneling him back in her previous life as a fruit. Then when she replaced in, one of the only things she claimed she did in terms of catch-ups is reading her predecessors post.
I don't know what it means, but I do know she probably took the WIFOM into account.
Im the town role cop btw
Tom - Vanilla
Jack - Vanilla
Sloth - Vanilla
"insert upside-down smiley face"
Ok then lets pretend that this was real for a second, explain why those 3. Also if you know I'm vanilla and based off the town setup you do not lynch me yesterday because scum having a vanilla and Tubba role is insane. So this means you just sat by and let me get mislynched. Even more so when ZDS said I was lying about my role. You also don't risk being hammered today if a rolecop unless this was some sort of bait to see who votes you. We also have your thing yesterday when you thought KJ killed you that is another point when you claim that you are rolecop to give out info and save yourself.
All of the above makes no sense if you are rolecop so no you die here.
Jack, let's talk for a sec: You seem to have been very impressed/affected (or are acting like you are) by the chaos I manufactured in Seinen.
Would this be a strategy you would try to emulate as scum?
No because I still think it was insane and should not of worked, I play things risky but try to keep it in my control what you did never felt in control.
But that's the best part!
Lol. I'm edging back towards a Jack-town world. I don't know. It's not like the other moves scum have been making have been transparent or with a logical progression. WiFoM could be it.
So far Jack's reaction and attitude seems Town, even in response to this small not-actually-a trap.
So yeah.
“There are those who hold that, statistically, we must live in a simulation; the chances are too extreme for this not to be true.”
“There are always people who can convince themselves of near enough anything, seems to me, sir,” Holse said.
“I believe them to be wrong in any case,” Hyrlis said.
“You have been thinking on this, I take it then?” asked Ferbin. He meant to sound arch.
“I have, prince,” Hyrlis said, continuing to lead them through the host of sleeping injured. “And I base my argument on morality.”
“Do you now?” Ferbin said. He did not need to affect disdain.
Hyrlis nodded. “If we assume that all we have been told is as real as what we ourselves experience – in other words, that history, with all its torturings, massacres and genocides, is true – then, if it is all somehow under the control of somebody or some thing, must not those running that simulation be monsters? How utterly devoid of decency, pity and compassion would they have to be to allow this to happen, and keep on happening under their explicit control? Because so much of history is precisely this, gentlemen.”
They had approached the edge of the huge space, where slanted, down-looking windows allowed a view of the pocked landscape beneath. Hyrlis swept his arm to indicate both the bodies in their coffin-beds and the patchily glowing land below.
“War, famine, disease, genocide. Death, in a million different forms, often painful and protracted for the poor individual wretches involved. What god would so arrange the universe to predispose its creations to experience such suffering, or be the cause of it in others? What master of simulations or arbitrator of a game would set up the initial conditions to the same pitiless effect? God or programmer, the charge would be the same: that of near-infinitely sadistic cruelty; deliberate, premeditated barbarism on an unspeakably horrific scale.”
Hyrlis looked expectantly at them. “You see?” he said. “By this reasoning we must, after all, be at the most base level of reality – or at the most exalted, however one wishes to look at it.
Okay. I was asleep until 4PM, had class, then chatting with friends because life. Phase ends? Getting my post count in before Twilight is over, on the computer.
Did a quick skim.
I guess Shadow jailed me, though he didn't seem to say so. Expected that, with how I entered Twilight the previous phase. Thanks for the save, I guess?
Last hammered himself.. That adds to my townlean. Though, he apparently claimed vanilla and was tracked? No idea what to make of it.
If Johnny was redirected to Killjoy, that adds to the possibility that KJ is town. Unless scum redirected towards themselves.
I think Sloth is town from the previous EoD reaction.
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"I still remember the days I prayed for the things I have now.
“And where’s all this money coming from?” Senble asked. She glared at this Quike fellow, who smiled gracefully back. “Don’t tell me you’ve finally won something at the betting!”
“In a sense, dear,” Holse told her. “The money will be coming from a fund set aside for special circumstances by some new friends I’ve made.” He waved one hand airily. “Mr Quike will be handling the financial side of things.”
“And what do you propose to do?” Senble demanded. “If this is a betting win you know damn well you’ll just gamble it all away again next week and we’ll be back to hiding from the constable’s men and pawning the brass, which is already pawned, I might add.”
“Oh, I’m going into a career in politics, me dear,” Holse said matter-of-factly. He was still holding the shy young boy and patting his back, reassuring him.
Senble threw back her head and laughed. “Politics? You?”
“Politics me indeed,” Holse said, smiling broadly at her. She was still distracted by those teeth. “I shall be a man of the people, yet one who has been places and seen things and made friends such as you would entirely not believe, my dear. I’m better connected, upwards and downwards – WorldGod be praised – than you could possibly imagine. Also, as well as my earthy charm, native cunning and other natural abilities I shall have an inexhaustible supply of money,” (Quike smiled, as though to confirm this outrageous statement), “which I understand is a not un-useful attribute in the political sphere of life, and I shall additionally have a rather better knowledge of my fellow politicians’ tastes and foibles than they will ever have of mine. I shall probably make a very good parliamentarian and an even better First Minister.”
“What?” Senble said, incredulously.
“Meanwhile Mr Quike here will be keeping me honest and making sure I don’t become a – what was that word, Mr Quike?”
“Demagogue, sir,” Quike said.
“Making sure I don’t become a demagogue,” Holse went on...
The Mafia team of Gentleman Johnny, DawningBlueSky, Lastwhisper, and Tubba Fett have surrendered.
Congratulations to the Town! Wolf chat and Spec chat are on discord at discord.gg/84hk56E (please be patient while I give you roles after joining)
Turminder Xuss, Special Circumstances Drone Town Tracker
“Your seatrider tells me you – how shall I put this? – appeared to the attackers and defenders of the city like some demented if largely ineffectual angel before you swooped in and carried little Toark away.” -- Turminder Xuss, to Djan Seriy
You are a drone, an artificial intelligence housed in a floating mechanical housing about the size of a person’s fist but many times smarter and armed to the teeth. Your complement of knife missiles, CREWs, and effectors can make short work of any threats.
Knife Missiles [Active]: Your knife missiles make effective scouts. Each night, you may target a player. You will learn the name of each player that player targets the same night.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
shadowlancerx:
The Liveware Problem, Militarized Culture SuperLifter Town Jailer
The Liveware Problem had started out life as a relatively slim 3D delta shape like an elegantly pointed pyramid. After conversion to a Superlifter – a glorified tug, really – it took on a block-like brutality. Three hundred metres long, square-sectioned, slab-sided, only the vaguest implication of its older, more slender shape remained.
The Liveware Problem is a Culture ship with a long history; a Wanderer (with a capital W) and Absconder who left the Culture proper and chose to make its own way. Its interest in Shellworlds leads it to contact Djan Seriy Anaplian to offer her its services as both transportation and protection.
Effectors [Active]: Your effector fields can capture targets, rendering them immobile but protecting them from harm. Each night, you may target a player. That player is protected from kills (but not other actions), and any action they attempt to take is blocked.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Killjoy:
Djan Seriy Anaplian, Special Circumstances Operative Town Judge
“Part of the training of a Special Circumstances agent was learning a) that the rules were supposed to be broken sometimes, b) just how to go about breaking the rules, and c) how to get away with it, whether the rule-breaking had led to a successful outcome or not.” -- Djan Seriy Anaplian
As a member of Contact’s notorious Special Circumstances unit, you have access to personal weapons and armor that operate at the cutting edge of Culture technology. You’ve returned to Sursamen to pay your respects to your father, King Hausk, but upon meeting your brother, Prince Ferbin, you realize something strange is afoot...
Judgment [Active]: You know how to make the hard decisions. Each day, you may designate a player. If the phase would end without an execution, your player name, this ability, and your role name ("Judge") will be revealed and you will kill the designated player unless they had or were tied for the greatest number of votes. You may change your designation as much as you’d like until the beginning of the night phase.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Rhand:
Pone Hippinse, an Avatoid of the Liveware Problem Town Desperado
“Not really,” the avatoid confessed, sounding both embarrassed and concerned. “Whatever’s corrupting it is almost untouchably exotic. Genuinely alien; unknown. In fact, right now, unknowable. I’d need the ship’s whole Mind to start attacking this *****.” -- Pone Hippinse
Avatoids are biomechanical beings created by the Culture’s hyper-intelligent AIs and given a fragment of the mind’s personality. Pone Hippinse accompanies the heroes on their journey into the shellworld Sursamen where his ship, the Liveware Problem, cannot.
CREW [Active] (1-shot): Once per game during a Day phase, you may try to shoot any player by posting “Shoot: [player name]” in bold on its own line in the main game thread. If that player is a member of the mafia, they will die. If that player is town, you will die instead.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Axelrod:
Earl Droffo, Oramen’s Equerry Town Bodyguard
“By that logic, sir, one might experience something of the power and energy of a piece of heavy artillery by positioning one’s head over the barrel just as the firing lanyard’s pulled; however, I’d venture to suggest the resulting sensation would not remain long in one’s brain.” -- Earl Droffo, to Prince Oramen
After the untimely demise of Oramen’s first equerry, you are appointed to the position and the two of you become fast friends. Your standing at court isn’t great, but you’ll do anything to protect the Prince and those close to him.
Martyr [Active]: Each night, you may target a player. If that player would die before the next dawn, you will protect them and die in their place.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
ZeDorkSlipeur:
Jerle Batra, Djan Seriy’s Mentor Town Vanilla
Anaplian, who was innately suspicious of perfectly one hundred per cent natural, utterly unamended human-basic humans, wondered whether Batra – this bizarre, many-times-alien, two-thousand-year-old creature that still thought of itself as “he” – was expressing sincere emotion, or simply acting. She wondered this very briefly, having realised long ago the exercise was pointless.
You are the Special Circumstances operative mentoring Djan Seriy Anaplian and serving as her handler/point of contact for her mission on Prasadal, and for some reason you have spent the better part of a hundred years with your nervous system transplanted into a cybernetic body resembling a bush of wires and cables. Despite your position you find yourself relatively powerless to influence events.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Vaimes:
Choubris Holse, Ferbin’s Servant Town Vanilla
“In life you hoped to do what you could but mostly you did what you were told and that was the end of it.” -- Choubris Holse
As Prince Ferbin’s servant you weren't sure at first whether he'd taken leave of his senses when he confided in you. The king's best friend murdered him? That doesn't make any sense at all... but when tyl Loesp's thugs try to silence you and the Prince, well, you suppose you have no choice but to believe him. Now you've been dragged across the galaxy to help Ferbin find his lost sister, Djan Seriy, who will -- hopefully -- set things right.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
tomsloger:
Utaltifuhl, Grand Zamerin of Sursamen-Nariscene Town Vanilla
“The Oct may well have been interfering; it has been my curse to command the one world where the local Oct seem unable to leave well, ill or indeed indifferent alone. However, as they don’t appear actually to have transferred any technology to the protégé barbarians concerned, we are without immediate excuse to step in. Ineffably tiresome. They – meaning the Oct and the ghastly squirmiforms – wouldn’t listen to our initial attempts to mediate and frankly we were too taken up with our leaving preparations to have the patience to persist.” -- Utaltifuhl, to Director General Shoum
The Nariscene are an insectile species with six limbs and a five-segmented body. As the Grand Zamerin you are essentially the ruler of both the shell-world Sursamen and the solar system it inhabits by the terms of the mandate the Nariscene hold under the auspices of the Galactic General Council. Though you wield considerable political power, you were actually just leaving, on your way to witness the 3044th Great Spawning of the Everlasting Queen on the far-distant Nariscene homeworld, and current events seem fairly trivial from your point of view.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Jackrito:
Doctor Gillews, Royal Physician Town Vanilla
“To rest? What rest? What rest is there? Rest is . . . rest is beneficial. Renews the frame, redefines the nerves, resupplies the muscles and allows the mechanical stresses on the greater bodily organs to abate. Yes, that is rest, and crave it we might. Death is not rest, no; death is the end of rest. Death is decay and rotting down, not building up! Don’t talk to me of rest! What rest is there? Tell me that! What rest? Where, when our king lies heavy in his grave? For whom? Eh? I thought not!” -- Doctor Gillews, to Prince Oramen
The position of Royal Physician is given to the best and most trustworthy medical practitioner among the Sarl. Sadly, the King’s death has left you too distraught to practice your vocation -- not that you have much experience treating laser burns and radiation sickness anyway.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Rodemy:
Klatsli Quike, an Avatoid of the Liveware Problem Town Vanilla
“Astle-Chulinisa Klatsli LP Quike dam Uast.”
“LP?” she said. “The letters L and P?”
“The letters L and P,” he confirmed, with a small nod and a mischievous smile.
“I’m well travelled, Ms Seriy; a Wanderer. I am older than I look, I have met many people and given and shared and received many things. … A nested mystery in the centre of my name is no more than I deserve. Trust me.” -- Klatsli Quike, to Djan Seriy
Avatoids are biomechanical beings created by the Culture’s hyper-intelligent AIs and given a fragment of the mind’s personality. Klatsli Quike meets Djan Seriy aboard the alien ship Inspiral, Coelescence, Ringdown to offer her the services of his ship, the Liveware Problem, as she returns to her homeworld to mourn the death of her father.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Slothful (r. M plus 7):
Director General Shoum Town Vanilla
“It is simply that, from a further perspective, one cannot but recognise that these very rules I allude to are set out so with precisely such an idea of justice at their core. We seek to be just to the peoples in our charge and those that we mentor by, usually, declining the always obvious option of facile intervention. One might intervene and interfere at every available opportunity and at every single instant when things did not turn out as any decent and reasonable creature would like. However, with every intervention, every interference – no matter how individually well-meant and seemingly right and proper judged purely on its own immediate merits – one would, subtly, incrementally but most certainly remove all freedom and dignity from the very people one sought only to help.” -- Director General Shoum, to Ferbin
The Morthanveld are spiniform water-worlders, appearing as milky spheres with hundreds of pastel spiny protrusions encased in a shimmering silver field that carries their environment around with them. You are the Director General for all Morthanveld interests in the entire Tertiary Hulian Spine, and though you love Sursamen deeply and would protect it if you could, your high station places you in an awkward position when one Prince Ferbin asks for your help.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
ITF:
The WorldGod, Xinthian Tensile Aeranothaur Town Vanilla
There was a species called the Xinthian Tensile Aeronathaurs, an Airworld people of enormous antiquity and – according to fable – once of enormous power. They were the second or third largest airborne species in the galaxy and, for reasons known solely to themselves, sometimes one of them would take up solitary residence in the machine core of a Shellworld. Though once widespread and common, the Xinthia had become a rare species and were regarded as Developmentally Inherently, Pervasively and Permanently Senile – in the unforgiving language of Galactic taxonomy – by those who bothered to concern themselves with such anachronisms at all.
One of the few Xinthia to not be found near their home system, you’ve taken up residence in the core of Sursamen for reasons unknown to any outsider. Worshipped as the WorldGod by the Sarl, you have little real interest in the affairs of mortals (or even in the affairs of the Involved).
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
vs
Gentleman Johnny:
Savidius Savide, Oct Peripatetic Special Envoy Mafia Jack of All Trades
“It takes the name Nameless, then. Our dear ancestor, this sanctified remainder, surviving echo of a mighty and glorious chorus from the dawn of all that’s good assumes the burden of this ever-consecrated city as we take on the burden of long absence. Ever-present loss! How cruel! A night has been upon us that’s lasted decieons; the shadow’s back half of for ever. A night now glimmering to dawn, at last!” -- Savidius Savide
As the emissary of the Oct to Sursamen’s eighth level, you have been given the task of securing the Sarl’s permission to allow you to assist in the excavation of the Sarcophagus… which you believe to be a device built by or storing the consciousness of one of the Involucra, who built the Shellworlds and whom the Oct claim they are descended from.
Equiv-tech [Active] (1-shot each): You have the following gadgets, each usable once. You may only use gadgets during Night phases, and only one gadget can be activated at a time.
Displacement: You can use portable displacement technology to exchange the locations of two target players. Any actions that target one of those players will target the other player instead. (Bus drive)
Spy Drones: You can deploy spy drones to watch a target player. You will learn the name of each player that targets that player during this night phase. (Watcher)
Encrypted Comms: You can encrypt communications between you and a target player. You’ll gain a neighbor chat with them that will start at the beginning of the next Day phase and end at the beginning of the following Night phase. (Neighborizer)
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Xide Hyrlis, ex-Culture Representative Town Jack of All Trades
“But no matter whether we are all in a still greater game, this one here before us is at a cruder grain than that which it models. Entire battles, and sometimes therefore wars, can hinge on a jammed gun, a failed battery, a single shell being dud or an individual soldier suddenly turning and running, or throwing himself on a grenade.” -- Xide Hyrlis
A Culture outcast and acting commander of Nariscene military forces. Some years ago, before you left the Culture, you helped King Hausk of Sursamen by teaching him and his people many principles of mathematics and science to assist them in making war.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
DawningBlueSky (r. Grapefruit21):
Mertis tyl Loesp, the Usurper Mafia Governor
“No pity, my dear, dim old warrior. You’ve done your bit, you’ve won your war. That’s monument and epitaph enough and your time is past. But no pity, sir, no. I shall order all the prisoners of today killed with the utmost dispatch and the Ninth invaded with every possible severity, so that gutters, rivers – heavens, water wheels too, for all I care – run with blood, and the shrieking will, I dare say, be terrible to hear. All in your name, brave prince. For vengeance. For your idiot sons too, if you like.” -- Myrtis tyl Loesp, to King Hausk
You killed your best friend, King Hausk, in cold blood and had his eldest son Ferbin declared dead. Now you must get rid of Hausk’s final son, Oramen, to realize your dream of sitting on the throne yourself and lead the Sarl to conquer the rest of Sursamen.
Pardon [Active] (1-shot): You have the power over life and death. Once per game, during twilight, you can prevent an execution by majority vote by PMing the game host. Your player name, this ability, and your role name (“Governor”) will be revealed by the game host and the day will end without an execution. You may not use this ability if you have the most votes or are tied for the most votes.
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Oramen Hausk, Crown Prince Town Governor
“I shall miss him. Miss him . . . well, terribly. Obviously. Truth be told, I think I’m like a half-stunned beast, still walking around, but eyes crossed as wits. I fully expect to wake up at any moment. I’d do so now, if it was in my power.” -- Oramen, to Tove
After the deaths of your father and brother, you became Crown Prince with your father’s old friend, Mertis tyl Loesp, as acting regent. Though you won’t ascend the throne until your age of majority, most of the Sarl will defer to your wishes.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Lastwhisper:
Tove Lomma, Oramen’s “Friend” Mafia Rolecop
“Tyl Loesp instructed me most strictly that you were the Prince Regent, nothing more familiar,” Tove said, and pretended to frown.
“Consider that order rescinded, by me.”
“Duly agreed, Oramen. Let’s have a drink.” -- Tove Lomma, to Prince Oramen
You are Prince Oramen’s oldest, best friend, but you owe your advancement to Myrtis tyl Loesp and so have sworn to serve him, even to Oramen’s detriment.
Trust [Active]: Each night, you can target a player. You gain that player’s trust and learn the name and mechanical text for each ability that player has (but not their alignment, flavor name, or flavor text).
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Fanthile, Palace Secretary Town Role Cop
“I do not know what ill’s been done about us since your father’s death, sir, but there’s a smell that hangs over too much that’s happened. We need all take care not to be infected by its noxiousness; it might prove each one of us all too mortal.” -- Fanthile, to Oramen
As the palace secretary, your keen insight puts you in a unique position to discover secrets best left unknown.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Tubba Fett:
The Sarcophagus Mafia ???
“I require my other pieces, my scattered shards. I would be whole again, then I might answer your questions. The years have been long, prince, and cruel to me. So much is gone, so much taken away. I am ashamed at how much, blush to report how little I know that did not come out of that device that let me learn how to talk to you.” -- The Sarcophagus, to Prince Oramen
The Sarcophagus is a grey cube, around 20 meters to a side, and the central object surrounding the excavations performed by the Deldeyn (and later, Sarl) on Sursamen’s Ninth Level. Believed by the Oct to be an ancient device created by the Involucra, their claimed ancestors, the Sarcophagus holds a much darker secret...
Sarcophagus [Passive]: You reveal as vanilla to rolecops and similar roles. If you are ever the only surviving member of your faction, your role becomes The Iln Machine, Mafia Doomsday Device and you gain 1 use of Iln Antimatter Weaponry
Iln Antimatter Weaponry [Active] (0-shot): Restored to your full function, you can use your weapons to kill any player. At night, you can expend a use of this ability to make an extra kill in addition to the factional night kill. You may not use this ability if there are 4 or less players alive at the beginning of the night phase.
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Ferbin Hausk, Exiled Prince Town Vanilla
“First we must get ourselves to a Tower fitted out for travel – I have an idea for obtaining the necessary documents. Then we shall have ourselves transported to the Surface and take ship away across the stars, to Xide Hyrlis, who generals for the Nariscene now and who may take up our cause for the love of my dead father, and if he is unable to do so, then at least he might signpost the route . . . to Djan, Anaplia’s daughter. Who was raised to be fit to marry a prince and then found herself dowried to the mongrel alien empire that calls itself the Culture.” -- Ferbin Hausk
You are the only living witness to the murder of your father, King Hausk, and the rightful heir to the throne of the Sarl. Knowing that the traitor, Mertis tyl Loesp, will have you killed on sight, you hatch a plan to gain assistance from outside of Sursamen, from your father’s alien friend Xide Hyrlis and your sister, Djan Seriy Anaplian.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
What worked:
I ~think Judge+Governor worked okay, seems like the thread went a little crazier than I thought you would though.
I didn't make any major errors in ability resolution!
Shadow played like a demon and stopped two kills lmao
What didn't work:
Oh boy where even to start here...
The Judge and Governor should have been quiet roles, but I needed some way to incentivize the Judge to actually use their ability which is why the Governor had to be loud... Hum. If I ever recycle this pairing it will be in a way that doesn't include twilight.
Speaking of, I didn't think a 24 hour twilight would drag the game nearly as much as it did.
Wolves just got completely demolished, partly because their tools were a little weak and partly through misuse of them. I think if they had used the busdrive I gave the JoAT either time they tried to kill shadow the game would have looked a lot different... that said, I do think I misjudged the night action balance here.
Night actions were somewhat town sided; the original role list was Roleblocker instead of Jailkeeper and when we changed to the Jailkeeper I should've made the Bodyguard a vanilla. The Mafia JoAT should probably also have been a straight up roleblocker or busdriver.
Too many of the roles I thought weren't clearable ended up in dichotomies with each other (Judge/Governor/Desperado, mainly, I knew the Despy would be cleared but I thought Judge/Governor were a townie enough pair that other roles like Tracker, etc. would be lunchable and not a hard dichotomy).
While this didn't actually come up this game, the decision to allow the Governor to activate in lylo but being balanced by the Judge being able to shoot them was, well, questionable.
There's some other stuff, most of it buried in spec chat somewhere. I'll add it to this post if I remember. Anyway, I hope everyone had fun even though the balance was a little off. I tried some new things and learned a lot lol. Thanks for playing!!
KoolKoal: Feel free to take this with a grain of salt since self meta isn't particularly helpful, but I think I get scumread mostly for style over substance, but also for a certain lack of substance over style. It's not so much what I AM posting most of the time (though sometimes that can seem bad) but what I'm NOT posting. I've been told I come to non-obvious conclusions a lot, so when I post, quite a bit of the time there's jumps in logic that people can't follow and they think that's scummy. I get that accusation about a lot of questions I ask specifically. People call them "busy work" when the questions are legit etc.
As far as things to ignore, I can't think of anything. I would suggest you focus less on what I'm doing and more on how I'm doing it. That's probably more likely to be accurate. Like I've just said, what I do tends to come off a little weird, but if you look for how I do it, mindset comes into play and maybe you figure out something useful.
KoolKoal: Feel free to take this with a grain of salt since self meta isn't particularly helpful, but I think I get scumread mostly for style over substance, but also for a certain lack of substance over style. It's not so much what I AM posting most of the time (though sometimes that can seem bad) but what I'm NOT posting. I've been told I come to non-obvious conclusions a lot, so when I post, quite a bit of the time there's jumps in logic that people can't follow and they think that's scummy. I get that accusation about a lot of questions I ask specifically. People call them "busy work" when the questions are legit etc.
As far as things to ignore, I can't think of anything. I would suggest you focus less on what I'm doing and more on how I'm doing it. That's probably more likely to be accurate. Like I've just said, what I do tends to come off a little weird, but if you look for how I do it, mindset comes into play and maybe you figure out something useful.
Tubbas role is interesting with the only cop being scum with him.
Yeah I should talk about that a little bit.
I wanted the Rolecop to be able to claim a check on the "goon" without being outed by the flip. I'm on the fence as to whether this was a good idea or a bad idea.
Tubbas role is interesting with the only cop being scum with him.
Yeah I should talk about that a little bit.
I wanted the Rolecop to be able to claim a check on the "goon" without being outed by the flip. I'm on the fence as to whether this was a good idea or a bad idea.
I actually think it's brilliant.
Possibly skirts the line of bastard, but...eh.
Tubbas role is interesting with the only cop being scum with him.
Yeah I should talk about that a little bit.
I wanted the Rolecop to be able to claim a check on the "goon" without being outed by the flip. I'm on the fence as to whether this was a good idea or a bad idea.
I actually think it's brilliant.
Possibly skirts the line of bastard, but...eh.
IDK. Maybe it just helps reinforce that time interactions don't have to be practical. It would discourage setup gaming!
KoolKoal: Feel free to take this with a grain of salt since self meta isn't particularly helpful, but I think I get scumread mostly for style over substance, but also for a certain lack of substance over style. It's not so much what I AM posting most of the time (though sometimes that can seem bad) but what I'm NOT posting. I've been told I come to non-obvious conclusions a lot, so when I post, quite a bit of the time there's jumps in logic that people can't follow and they think that's scummy. I get that accusation about a lot of questions I ask specifically. People call them "busy work" when the questions are legit etc.
As far as things to ignore, I can't think of anything. I would suggest you focus less on what I'm doing and more on how I'm doing it. That's probably more likely to be accurate. Like I've just said, what I do tends to come off a little weird, but if you look for how I do it, mindset comes into play and maybe you figure out something useful.
You can't give the town perfect foil to a wolf role like you did. The trade here should be the wolf PRs are on a 1-1 basis. The town wins with numbers.
I think wolfGovernor shouldn't exist either. Soft, maybe, but I feel super uncomfortable when the wolves can **** with lynches.
The wolves also need someway to mess with town roles that is consistent. A 1 shot bus driver isn't even close to that. Think about it: Shadow claimed day 2, and dodged kills for two nights as the town primary protective role. Yes fine, I will give Axel his credit and that wasn't broken, just annoying. But the game was heavily town sided, imo. Doesn't change the fact that roles didn't go our way either. That was just the bad luck and inherent swinginess of roles.
Well, I had fun, mostly. Having to be a bodyguard aside. I said in the Discord but probably didn't emphasize how much I do not like that role. And my ego is quite big enough to think that I'm generally more valuable alive than whoever I might be saving. At least Shadow justified it.
I thought the set up was very interesting, and it certainly played around easy mod. gaming. Which is not to say I liked the Governor/Judge combo thing. That was kind of a mess. Game could easily have gone a lot of different ways. Ultimately I think the scum got unlucky N1, and then made some sub-optimal choices after. While the Town was decent (Rhand/Killjoy misfires notwithstanding).
Hey, you were great, after I died. Why did you have to be so terrible before?
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Ambush Krotiq makes me laugh so much. I keep rereading the card and it keeps not having Flash. In what sense is this an ambush again? I just have visions of this huge Krotiq poorly concealed in some bushes, feeling slightly sad that his carefully planned ambushes never seem to work.
Ambush Krotiq makes me laugh so much. I keep rereading the card and it keeps not having Flash. In what sense is this an ambush again? I just have visions of this huge Krotiq poorly concealed in some bushes, feeling slightly sad that his carefully planned ambushes never seem to work.
Hey, you were great, after I died. Why did you have to be so terrible before?
That falls under the time where I was too busy to pay attention and just seized on something without reading D1.
So...yeah lol.
Thanks! I hope next game we can play longer.
GG town! You dunked us. Sorry for replacing out and shooting us in the foot further.
Edit: One funny thing is that my initial super strong town read of Umami was an attempt to powerwolf. I had my wires crossed on which ongoing game she was scum in (turns out it was resistance and not this) and had to just turn it into a meta read based on her being new to scum when I knew she was more capable than my meta read was allowing. It was a very awkward balance to walk.
KoolKoal: Feel free to take this with a grain of salt since self meta isn't particularly helpful, but I think I get scumread mostly for style over substance, but also for a certain lack of substance over style. It's not so much what I AM posting most of the time (though sometimes that can seem bad) but what I'm NOT posting. I've been told I come to non-obvious conclusions a lot, so when I post, quite a bit of the time there's jumps in logic that people can't follow and they think that's scummy. I get that accusation about a lot of questions I ask specifically. People call them "busy work" when the questions are legit etc.
As far as things to ignore, I can't think of anything. I would suggest you focus less on what I'm doing and more on how I'm doing it. That's probably more likely to be accurate. Like I've just said, what I do tends to come off a little weird, but if you look for how I do it, mindset comes into play and maybe you figure out something useful.
Tubbas role is interesting with the only cop being scum with him.
Yeah I should talk about that a little bit.
I wanted the Rolecop to be able to claim a check on the "goon" without being outed by the flip. I'm on the fence as to whether this was a good idea or a bad idea.
I actually think it's brilliant.
Possibly skirts the line of bastard, but...eh.
Dude, no idea why they sacrificed Tubba so early though
vote: Phraze
I don't think Sloth's vote counted because the votecounter probably won't register "Darling Last."
I'll let ZDS decide, but I definitely meant it.
Also, Last self-voting kinda clinches the deal for me.
VOTE Lastwhisper just in case.
Nevermind what?
He's missing all the fun.
What would happen if he were to bodyguard Shadow the same night your Doc him? Could that be why your ability "failed"?
Can you ask Silver and get back to us?
I agree with the Whispy lynch, for the info it gives. Big up to Jack as well for perfectly proving why his claim is fake.
I'm annoyed at this game for not letting me be wrong. I was going to rank DBS and Whispy pretty low in the POE, but nooooo, the guard dog and little miss power role had to preemptively intervene.
At least I was right to find the Day 1 Tubba-Whispy interaction weird and fake. I blame tom for changing my mind on this one.
Regarding DBS VS Jack, I feel like I'm the only one who remembers she was tunneling him back in her previous life as a fruit. Then when she replaced in, one of the only things she claimed she did in terms of catch-ups is reading her predecessors post.
I don't know what it means, but I do know she probably took the WIFOM into account.
Aww... I knew you had me in your heart
Lol. I'm edging back towards a Jack-town world. I don't know. It's not like the other moves scum have been making have been transparent or with a logical progression. WiFoM could be it.
So far Jack's reaction and attitude seems Town, even in response to this small not-actually-a trap.
So yeah.
“There are always people who can convince themselves of near enough anything, seems to me, sir,” Holse said.
“I believe them to be wrong in any case,” Hyrlis said.
“You have been thinking on this, I take it then?” asked Ferbin. He meant to sound arch.
“I have, prince,” Hyrlis said, continuing to lead them through the host of sleeping injured. “And I base my argument on morality.”
“Do you now?” Ferbin said. He did not need to affect disdain.
Hyrlis nodded. “If we assume that all we have been told is as real as what we ourselves experience – in other words, that history, with all its torturings, massacres and genocides, is true – then, if it is all somehow under the control of somebody or some thing, must not those running that simulation be monsters? How utterly devoid of decency, pity and compassion would they have to be to allow this to happen, and keep on happening under their explicit control? Because so much of history is precisely this, gentlemen.”
They had approached the edge of the huge space, where slanted, down-looking windows allowed a view of the pocked landscape beneath. Hyrlis swept his arm to indicate both the bodies in their coffin-beds and the patchily glowing land below.
“War, famine, disease, genocide. Death, in a million different forms, often painful and protracted for the poor individual wretches involved. What god would so arrange the universe to predispose its creations to experience such suffering, or be the cause of it in others? What master of simulations or arbitrator of a game would set up the initial conditions to the same pitiless effect? God or programmer, the charge would be the same: that of near-infinitely sadistic cruelty; deliberate, premeditated barbarism on an unspeakably horrific scale.”
Hyrlis looked expectantly at them. “You see?” he said. “By this reasoning we must, after all, be at the most base level of reality – or at the most exalted, however one wishes to look at it.
Not Voting - 5 (DawningBlueSky, ZeDorkSlipeur, Gentleman Johnny, tomsloger, Killjoy)
The vote to execute Lastwhisper has reached majority.
It is twilight, you may continue posting. Twilight ends at 11:59:59 EDT on 21 May 2020.
Notes:
If your vote is uncounted and I didn't say why, please PM me or DM me on Discord so I can investigate.
(I still don’t think he’s scum. Fortunately we’ll have time to deal with it if he is.)
I kind of wish you hadn't brought this up before he had replied, but I don't think it makes that much a diff.
Did a quick skim.
I guess Shadow jailed me, though he didn't seem to say so. Expected that, with how I entered Twilight the previous phase. Thanks for the save, I guess?
Last hammered himself.. That adds to my townlean. Though, he apparently claimed vanilla and was tracked? No idea what to make of it.
If Johnny was redirected to Killjoy, that adds to the possibility that KJ is town. Unless scum redirected towards themselves.
I think Sloth is town from the previous EoD reaction.
Be grateful, always."
“In a sense, dear,” Holse told her. “The money will be coming from a fund set aside for special circumstances by some new friends I’ve made.” He waved one hand airily. “Mr Quike will be handling the financial side of things.”
“And what do you propose to do?” Senble demanded. “If this is a betting win you know damn well you’ll just gamble it all away again next week and we’ll be back to hiding from the constable’s men and pawning the brass, which is already pawned, I might add.”
“Oh, I’m going into a career in politics, me dear,” Holse said matter-of-factly. He was still holding the shy young boy and patting his back, reassuring him.
Senble threw back her head and laughed. “Politics? You?”
“Politics me indeed,” Holse said, smiling broadly at her. She was still distracted by those teeth. “I shall be a man of the people, yet one who has been places and seen things and made friends such as you would entirely not believe, my dear. I’m better connected, upwards and downwards – WorldGod be praised – than you could possibly imagine. Also, as well as my earthy charm, native cunning and other natural abilities I shall have an inexhaustible supply of money,” (Quike smiled, as though to confirm this outrageous statement), “which I understand is a not un-useful attribute in the political sphere of life, and I shall additionally have a rather better knowledge of my fellow politicians’ tastes and foibles than they will ever have of mine. I shall probably make a very good parliamentarian and an even better First Minister.”
“What?” Senble said, incredulously.
“Meanwhile Mr Quike here will be keeping me honest and making sure I don’t become a – what was that word, Mr Quike?”
“Demagogue, sir,” Quike said.
“Making sure I don’t become a demagogue,” Holse went on...
The Mafia team of Gentleman Johnny, DawningBlueSky, Lastwhisper, and Tubba Fett have surrendered.
Congratulations to the Town!
Wolf chat and Spec chat are on discord at discord.gg/84hk56E (please be patient while I give you roles after joining)
I'll write a post game post in a minute.
gg all, sorry I sucked, headspace was pretty meh.
Still had fun!
@JACK RUN TO ME AND HUG ME, BROTHER!!!!
The GJ way path to no lynching:
Roles:
Town Tracker
“Your seatrider tells me you – how shall I put this? – appeared to the attackers and defenders of the city like some demented if largely ineffectual angel before you swooped in and carried little Toark away.” -- Turminder Xuss, to Djan Seriy
You are a drone, an artificial intelligence housed in a floating mechanical housing about the size of a person’s fist but many times smarter and armed to the teeth. Your complement of knife missiles, CREWs, and effectors can make short work of any threats.
Knife Missiles [Active]: Your knife missiles make effective scouts. Each night, you may target a player. You will learn the name of each player that player targets the same night.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Jailer
The Liveware Problem had started out life as a relatively slim 3D delta shape like an elegantly pointed pyramid. After conversion to a Superlifter – a glorified tug, really – it took on a block-like brutality. Three hundred metres long, square-sectioned, slab-sided, only the vaguest implication of its older, more slender shape remained.
The Liveware Problem is a Culture ship with a long history; a Wanderer (with a capital W) and Absconder who left the Culture proper and chose to make its own way. Its interest in Shellworlds leads it to contact Djan Seriy Anaplian to offer her its services as both transportation and protection.
Effectors [Active]: Your effector fields can capture targets, rendering them immobile but protecting them from harm. Each night, you may target a player. That player is protected from kills (but not other actions), and any action they attempt to take is blocked.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Djan Seriy Anaplian, Special Circumstances Operative
Town Judge
“Part of the training of a Special Circumstances agent was learning a) that the rules were supposed to be broken sometimes, b) just how to go about breaking the rules, and c) how to get away with it, whether the rule-breaking had led to a successful outcome or not.” -- Djan Seriy Anaplian
As a member of Contact’s notorious Special Circumstances unit, you have access to personal weapons and armor that operate at the cutting edge of Culture technology. You’ve returned to Sursamen to pay your respects to your father, King Hausk, but upon meeting your brother, Prince Ferbin, you realize something strange is afoot...
Judgment [Active]: You know how to make the hard decisions. Each day, you may designate a player. If the phase would end without an execution, your player name, this ability, and your role name ("Judge") will be revealed and you will kill the designated player unless they had or were tied for the greatest number of votes. You may change your designation as much as you’d like until the beginning of the night phase.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Desperado
“Not really,” the avatoid confessed, sounding both embarrassed and concerned. “Whatever’s corrupting it is almost untouchably exotic. Genuinely alien; unknown. In fact, right now, unknowable. I’d need the ship’s whole Mind to start attacking this *****.” -- Pone Hippinse
Avatoids are biomechanical beings created by the Culture’s hyper-intelligent AIs and given a fragment of the mind’s personality. Pone Hippinse accompanies the heroes on their journey into the shellworld Sursamen where his ship, the Liveware Problem, cannot.
CREW [Active] (1-shot): Once per game during a Day phase, you may try to shoot any player by posting “Shoot: [player name]” in bold on its own line in the main game thread. If that player is a member of the mafia, they will die. If that player is town, you will die instead.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Bodyguard
“By that logic, sir, one might experience something of the power and energy of a piece of heavy artillery by positioning one’s head over the barrel just as the firing lanyard’s pulled; however, I’d venture to suggest the resulting sensation would not remain long in one’s brain.” -- Earl Droffo, to Prince Oramen
After the untimely demise of Oramen’s first equerry, you are appointed to the position and the two of you become fast friends. Your standing at court isn’t great, but you’ll do anything to protect the Prince and those close to him.
Martyr [Active]: Each night, you may target a player. If that player would die before the next dawn, you will protect them and die in their place.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
Anaplian, who was innately suspicious of perfectly one hundred per cent natural, utterly unamended human-basic humans, wondered whether Batra – this bizarre, many-times-alien, two-thousand-year-old creature that still thought of itself as “he” – was expressing sincere emotion, or simply acting. She wondered this very briefly, having realised long ago the exercise was pointless.
You are the Special Circumstances operative mentoring Djan Seriy Anaplian and serving as her handler/point of contact for her mission on Prasadal, and for some reason you have spent the better part of a hundred years with your nervous system transplanted into a cybernetic body resembling a bush of wires and cables. Despite your position you find yourself relatively powerless to influence events.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
“In life you hoped to do what you could but mostly you did what you were told and that was the end of it.” -- Choubris Holse
As Prince Ferbin’s servant you weren't sure at first whether he'd taken leave of his senses when he confided in you. The king's best friend murdered him? That doesn't make any sense at all... but when tyl Loesp's thugs try to silence you and the Prince, well, you suppose you have no choice but to believe him. Now you've been dragged across the galaxy to help Ferbin find his lost sister, Djan Seriy, who will -- hopefully -- set things right.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
“The Oct may well have been interfering; it has been my curse to command the one world where the local Oct seem unable to leave well, ill or indeed indifferent alone. However, as they don’t appear actually to have transferred any technology to the protégé barbarians concerned, we are without immediate excuse to step in. Ineffably tiresome. They – meaning the Oct and the ghastly squirmiforms – wouldn’t listen to our initial attempts to mediate and frankly we were too taken up with our leaving preparations to have the patience to persist.” -- Utaltifuhl, to Director General Shoum
The Nariscene are an insectile species with six limbs and a five-segmented body. As the Grand Zamerin you are essentially the ruler of both the shell-world Sursamen and the solar system it inhabits by the terms of the mandate the Nariscene hold under the auspices of the Galactic General Council. Though you wield considerable political power, you were actually just leaving, on your way to witness the 3044th Great Spawning of the Everlasting Queen on the far-distant Nariscene homeworld, and current events seem fairly trivial from your point of view.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
“To rest? What rest? What rest is there? Rest is . . . rest is beneficial. Renews the frame, redefines the nerves, resupplies the muscles and allows the mechanical stresses on the greater bodily organs to abate. Yes, that is rest, and crave it we might. Death is not rest, no; death is the end of rest. Death is decay and rotting down, not building up! Don’t talk to me of rest! What rest is there? Tell me that! What rest? Where, when our king lies heavy in his grave? For whom? Eh? I thought not!” -- Doctor Gillews, to Prince Oramen
The position of Royal Physician is given to the best and most trustworthy medical practitioner among the Sarl. Sadly, the King’s death has left you too distraught to practice your vocation -- not that you have much experience treating laser burns and radiation sickness anyway.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
“Astle-Chulinisa Klatsli LP Quike dam Uast.”
“LP?” she said. “The letters L and P?”
“The letters L and P,” he confirmed, with a small nod and a mischievous smile.
“I’m well travelled, Ms Seriy; a Wanderer. I am older than I look, I have met many people and given and shared and received many things. … A nested mystery in the centre of my name is no more than I deserve. Trust me.” -- Klatsli Quike, to Djan Seriy
Avatoids are biomechanical beings created by the Culture’s hyper-intelligent AIs and given a fragment of the mind’s personality. Klatsli Quike meets Djan Seriy aboard the alien ship Inspiral, Coelescence, Ringdown to offer her the services of his ship, the Liveware Problem, as she returns to her homeworld to mourn the death of her father.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
“It is simply that, from a further perspective, one cannot but recognise that these very rules I allude to are set out so with precisely such an idea of justice at their core. We seek to be just to the peoples in our charge and those that we mentor by, usually, declining the always obvious option of facile intervention. One might intervene and interfere at every available opportunity and at every single instant when things did not turn out as any decent and reasonable creature would like. However, with every intervention, every interference – no matter how individually well-meant and seemingly right and proper judged purely on its own immediate merits – one would, subtly, incrementally but most certainly remove all freedom and dignity from the very people one sought only to help.” -- Director General Shoum, to Ferbin
The Morthanveld are spiniform water-worlders, appearing as milky spheres with hundreds of pastel spiny protrusions encased in a shimmering silver field that carries their environment around with them. You are the Director General for all Morthanveld interests in the entire Tertiary Hulian Spine, and though you love Sursamen deeply and would protect it if you could, your high station places you in an awkward position when one Prince Ferbin asks for your help.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Town Vanilla
There was a species called the Xinthian Tensile Aeronathaurs, an Airworld people of enormous antiquity and – according to fable – once of enormous power. They were the second or third largest airborne species in the galaxy and, for reasons known solely to themselves, sometimes one of them would take up solitary residence in the machine core of a Shellworld. Though once widespread and common, the Xinthia had become a rare species and were regarded as Developmentally Inherently, Pervasively and Permanently Senile – in the unforgiving language of Galactic taxonomy – by those who bothered to concern themselves with such anachronisms at all.
One of the few Xinthia to not be found near their home system, you’ve taken up residence in the core of Sursamen for reasons unknown to any outsider. Worshipped as the WorldGod by the Sarl, you have little real interest in the affairs of mortals (or even in the affairs of the Involved).
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
vs
Gentleman Johnny:
Mafia Jack of All Trades
“It takes the name Nameless, then. Our dear ancestor, this sanctified remainder, surviving echo of a mighty and glorious chorus from the dawn of all that’s good assumes the burden of this ever-consecrated city as we take on the burden of long absence. Ever-present loss! How cruel! A night has been upon us that’s lasted decieons; the shadow’s back half of for ever. A night now glimmering to dawn, at last!” -- Savidius Savide
As the emissary of the Oct to Sursamen’s eighth level, you have been given the task of securing the Sarl’s permission to allow you to assist in the excavation of the Sarcophagus… which you believe to be a device built by or storing the consciousness of one of the Involucra, who built the Shellworlds and whom the Oct claim they are descended from.
Equiv-tech [Active] (1-shot each): You have the following gadgets, each usable once. You may only use gadgets during Night phases, and only one gadget can be activated at a time.
Displacement: You can use portable displacement technology to exchange the locations of two target players. Any actions that target one of those players will target the other player instead. (Bus drive)
Spy Drones: You can deploy spy drones to watch a target player. You will learn the name of each player that targets that player during this night phase. (Watcher)
Encrypted Comms: You can encrypt communications between you and a target player. You’ll gain a neighbor chat with them that will start at the beginning of the next Day phase and end at the beginning of the following Night phase. (Neighborizer)
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Town Jack of All Trades
“But no matter whether we are all in a still greater game, this one here before us is at a cruder grain than that which it models. Entire battles, and sometimes therefore wars, can hinge on a jammed gun, a failed battery, a single shell being dud or an individual soldier suddenly turning and running, or throwing himself on a grenade.” -- Xide Hyrlis
A Culture outcast and acting commander of Nariscene military forces. Some years ago, before you left the Culture, you helped King Hausk of Sursamen by teaching him and his people many principles of mathematics and science to assist them in making war.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Mertis tyl Loesp, the Usurper
Mafia Governor
“No pity, my dear, dim old warrior. You’ve done your bit, you’ve won your war. That’s monument and epitaph enough and your time is past. But no pity, sir, no. I shall order all the prisoners of today killed with the utmost dispatch and the Ninth invaded with every possible severity, so that gutters, rivers – heavens, water wheels too, for all I care – run with blood, and the shrieking will, I dare say, be terrible to hear. All in your name, brave prince. For vengeance. For your idiot sons too, if you like.” -- Myrtis tyl Loesp, to King Hausk
You killed your best friend, King Hausk, in cold blood and had his eldest son Ferbin declared dead. Now you must get rid of Hausk’s final son, Oramen, to realize your dream of sitting on the throne yourself and lead the Sarl to conquer the rest of Sursamen.
Pardon [Active] (1-shot): You have the power over life and death. Once per game, during twilight, you can prevent an execution by majority vote by PMing the game host. Your player name, this ability, and your role name (“Governor”) will be revealed by the game host and the day will end without an execution. You may not use this ability if you have the most votes or are tied for the most votes.
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Town Governor
“I shall miss him. Miss him . . . well, terribly. Obviously. Truth be told, I think I’m like a half-stunned beast, still walking around, but eyes crossed as wits. I fully expect to wake up at any moment. I’d do so now, if it was in my power.” -- Oramen, to Tove
After the deaths of your father and brother, you became Crown Prince with your father’s old friend, Mertis tyl Loesp, as acting regent. Though you won’t ascend the throne until your age of majority, most of the Sarl will defer to your wishes.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Mafia Rolecop
“Tyl Loesp instructed me most strictly that you were the Prince Regent, nothing more familiar,” Tove said, and pretended to frown.
“Consider that order rescinded, by me.”
“Duly agreed, Oramen. Let’s have a drink.” -- Tove Lomma, to Prince Oramen
You are Prince Oramen’s oldest, best friend, but you owe your advancement to Myrtis tyl Loesp and so have sworn to serve him, even to Oramen’s detriment.
Trust [Active]: Each night, you can target a player. You gain that player’s trust and learn the name and mechanical text for each ability that player has (but not their alignment, flavor name, or flavor text).
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Town Role Cop
“I do not know what ill’s been done about us since your father’s death, sir, but there’s a smell that hangs over too much that’s happened. We need all take care not to be infected by its noxiousness; it might prove each one of us all too mortal.” -- Fanthile, to Oramen
As the palace secretary, your keen insight puts you in a unique position to discover secrets best left unknown.
[Same Abilities]
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
Mafia ???
“I require my other pieces, my scattered shards. I would be whole again, then I might answer your questions. The years have been long, prince, and cruel to me. So much is gone, so much taken away. I am ashamed at how much, blush to report how little I know that did not come out of that device that let me learn how to talk to you.” -- The Sarcophagus, to Prince Oramen
The Sarcophagus is a grey cube, around 20 meters to a side, and the central object surrounding the excavations performed by the Deldeyn (and later, Sarl) on Sursamen’s Ninth Level. Believed by the Oct to be an ancient device created by the Involucra, their claimed ancestors, the Sarcophagus holds a much darker secret...
Sarcophagus [Passive]: You reveal as vanilla to rolecops and similar roles. If you are ever the only surviving member of your faction, your role becomes The Iln Machine, Mafia Doomsday Device and you gain 1 use of Iln Antimatter Weaponry
Iln Antimatter Weaponry [Active] (0-shot): Restored to your full function, you can use your weapons to kill any player. At night, you can expend a use of this ability to make an extra kill in addition to the factional night kill. You may not use this ability if there are 4 or less players alive at the beginning of the night phase.
You win when your faction controls the vote, or when nothing can prevent that from happening.
False Claim:
Town Vanilla
“First we must get ourselves to a Tower fitted out for travel – I have an idea for obtaining the necessary documents. Then we shall have ourselves transported to the Surface and take ship away across the stars, to Xide Hyrlis, who generals for the Nariscene now and who may take up our cause for the love of my dead father, and if he is unable to do so, then at least he might signpost the route . . . to Djan, Anaplia’s daughter. Who was raised to be fit to marry a prince and then found herself dowried to the mongrel alien empire that calls itself the Culture.” -- Ferbin Hausk
You are the only living witness to the murder of your father, King Hausk, and the rightful heir to the throne of the Sarl. Knowing that the traitor, Mertis tyl Loesp, will have you killed on sight, you hatch a plan to gain assistance from outside of Sursamen, from your father’s alien friend Xide Hyrlis and your sister, Djan Seriy Anaplian.
Vanilla: You have no weapons other than your voice and your vote.
You win when all threats to the town are eliminated.
What worked:
What didn't work:
Oh boy where even to start here...
Anyway, I hope everyone had fun even though the balance was a little off. I tried some new things and learned a lot lol. Thanks for playing!!
Thanks for hosting
I wanted the Rolecop to be able to claim a check on the "goon" without being outed by the flip. I'm on the fence as to whether this was a good idea or a bad idea.
Possibly skirts the line of bastard, but...eh.
You can't give the town perfect foil to a wolf role like you did. The trade here should be the wolf PRs are on a 1-1 basis. The town wins with numbers.
I think wolfGovernor shouldn't exist either. Soft, maybe, but I feel super uncomfortable when the wolves can **** with lynches.
The GJ way path to no lynching:
The GJ way path to no lynching:
I thought the set up was very interesting, and it certainly played around easy mod. gaming. Which is not to say I liked the Governor/Judge combo thing. That was kind of a mess. Game could easily have gone a lot of different ways. Ultimately I think the scum got unlucky N1, and then made some sub-optimal choices after. While the Town was decent (Rhand/Killjoy misfires notwithstanding).
Hey, you were great, after I died. Why did you have to be so terrible before?
I made it worth it.
So...yeah lol.
Thanks! I hope next game we can play longer.
Edit: One funny thing is that my initial super strong town read of Umami was an attempt to powerwolf. I had my wires crossed on which ongoing game she was scum in (turns out it was resistance and not this) and had to just turn it into a meta read based on her being new to scum when I knew she was more capable than my meta read was allowing. It was a very awkward balance to walk.
Hope things are going better!
Like an angry puppy.
Dude, no idea why they sacrificed Tubba so early though