Probably Accurate Votals . : tale_wind - 3 (DigitalAtlas, Hyumongasaur, soma) Jiku Neon - 1 (. : tale_wind) Senpai - 1 (skull joke) Spike - 1 (Jiku Neon) Please make sure to bold your votes, folks! And remember that you can Unvote any time before deadline passes or a hard lynch goes through. Also I am laughing my ass off that you guys have already said the word "bandwagon" I didn't even have to compile that list of common Mafia jargon It's like comparative mythology but with forum games :'D I know, it's a pain in the ass, but it really is essential to games like this. Otherwise people could just go back and change something someone else found suspicious. And the reason there are no exceptions for typo fixes is because it's just proven easier and more effective than the honor system.
Jennifer Dunn We were given some damn flashlights for doing all this... Flashlights, Jenn spat. Son of a bitch. Jenn's eyes drifted from the shield, to Derron, to the open hallway and back again. He knelt by it and picked it up by the edge, tracing it again. Either his kick or the collision had left a dent, but it was still intact. Might not hold up against a gun, but it would stop a knife and might catch someone by surprise. Something about the shield turned his stomach. It looked like it had taken a lot of hits, and the blood had already dried. Battered and bloody from getting beat up nonstop, and all it could do was keep getting hit... Reminded him of himself. Figures he'd end up with it. Finally, Jenn snapped himself out of it and turned to the others. I stand by what I said. We need to find the other groups and stick together. There's power in numbers, and we won't figure a way out of this by sitting around feeling sorry for ourselves.
Vote Totals (or Votals) Spike - 1 (Jiku Neon) . : tale_wind - 2 (DigitalAtlas, Hyumongasaur) Also, I find it prudent to point out that team selection was fully randomized - personal feelings do not play into role assignments. Carry on~
rly glad you didn't say that while boasting a Nui avatar or I'd be ascurrd
@ the fifteen people who said no AND CLARENCE LIVES AT HOME WITH BOTH PARENTS AND CLARENCE'S PARENTS HAVE A REAL GOOD MARRIAGE
Ah good
Sunrise. White light spills into the halls. The Crowninshield estate stirs. You shuffle nervously out of your beds, out the doors and towards the foyer, none eager to face the grim work before you. But it isn't long before the last of your doubts are silenced; as you enter the room, you find another body. No attempt was made to hide this one - Quite the opposite, in fact. It seems they wanted you to find it. There is no more room for second guessing. The Mafia have made themselves clear: It's kill or be killed. Thus the assembly begins... D A Y • O N E With 20 players alive, it takes 10 to lynch and 5 to soft-lynch. Day ends Tuesday, April 1st, 7:00 P.M. (GMT-5). ...Psst That means you can post now
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Does it come with a free Asian hottie
EYYYY YOU GOT REDDED :L 'Grats
I had a Green Day phase and a Linkin Park phase Only one is actually good
Ey girl ;D You wanna wrassle
YO WE GOT JUMP-TO?! I WILL USE THIS NONSTOP BLESS U BASED ADMINS
Jennifer Dunn No, of course, Jenn thought (maybe mumbled aloud, wasn't really paying attention). Of course they'd make us kill each other. What fun would the game be without a little tugging at the heartstrings? Ripping, more like. He paced around the room, then shoved his hands in his pockets and rested against the wall, then pushed off and started pacing again, tugging at the collar around his neck, itching the skin beneath. He saw himself, as if from a little invisible camera behind his head - already going stir-crazy, incensed at his own powerlessness. White knuckles, grit teeth. Every muscle a knot of heat and pressure. Why hadn't he spoken up? Why didn't he go first? Someone could be hurt, or dead. He could've stopped it. He could've thought of something. He should've thought of something. He should've said anything. Clang. I'm back. A warped metal disc arced across the room, followed by Derron, who crumpled against the wall. Jenn's body slackened all at once, as if setting down an anvil. He knelt over the disc and traced its edge. A shield, by the looks of it. What is this, the middle ages? But then he felt something smooth and wet on his fingers. A glint of red caught his eye. Is that... Did somebody... Jenn looked to Derron, but he didn't say a word. The whole room was silent for several agonizing seconds. God damn it... His face burned. His gut twisted. And his muscles began to knot again. God DAMN IT! All at once, Jenn brought himself up to full height and his foot smashed into the shield, sending it crashing into the wall with an awful, thunderous noise. I'm gonna get them. I'm gonna rip out their ribcages. A rib for every death- No, three ribs.
...I totally forgot to mention in the How to Play that you can cancel your vote at any time by saying Unvote That is like one of the most important parts of the game #bestGM AT LEAST I GOT THE ROLE PMS OUT
Role PMs are now being sent! Please confirm in a PM when you've received and read your role (NOT IN HERE, just reply to the PM I send). Mafiosi will also receive the link to your Quicktopic at this time; you have free reign to converse and strategize until the 28th, so get cozy and learn to enjoy each other's company in the meantime. If anyone has any questions about their role or the game in general, feel free to contact me any time before or during the game. Ah, then I guess that won't be a reliable ping :L HOPE EVERYBODY'S WATCHING THE THREAD
Jennifer Dunn Sleep always involved a lot of tossing and turning, throwing sheets on and off, getting up for water or to brush his teeth in case he'd forgotten (He hadn't). It was hard to stay calm, to lie down and slide back into dream, where an extra set of legs ruffled the oily yellow sheets. He smelled something sharply sweet, like a fruit with a hard-to-pronounce name. Icy hands caked in sweat - How could they be so cold, the rest was so hot - pressed his shoulders back. Something brushed against his cheek, and he opened his eyes (Hadn't realized they were closed) - all he saw were peach-pink lips forming the phrase, Quit fussing. Drip. Drip. Drip. Jenn's head pounded, and his back was beginning to ache. He realized he was sitting down, back to a hard wall, and shook himself awake. Dark room, concrete walls. That drip was coming from a loose pipe somewhere above. And as he tried to stand, he found himself chilled to the bone and collapsed awkwardly against the wall. Something caught his arm and brought him up the rest of the way. Guys, J.D.'s awake. A familiar voice. Jenn looked sidelong at a mop of bright chestnut hair and a big, toothy grin, except several of those teeth glistened red. Dom? What's with your face? Hey, fuck you too, man. The memory came back in a fog. Gunshots from the front of a bus. Understanding was immediate. The bus erupted in screams. One man barked orders over the noise. With a quick nod to Dom, Jenn jumped out of his seat and pushed his fist through the nearest hood's nose. He wrestled the man to the floor of the bus, shirt twisting and wrinkling, feeling for something solid and metal... There, a gun. He grasped it by the barrel. Then, a hideous burst of pain in the back of his head. He swung his free hand back, hit nothing - swung again, caught a cheek. Tried to flip the gun forwards, but another sharp jolt in the head set his vision blurry. The gun slipped from his hand. An arm wrapped around his chest and forced him back, wham, onto the floor. The bus came to a stop. Distantly he heard something that sounded like a bug zapper. Then, clop, clop, clop, and a thick, gravely voice from somewhere above: Goddamn, he fights like a tiger. This'll be fun to watch. Nothing between now and then (except fretful sleep), but Jenn could guess the rest. These were the men who'd caused all those disappearances. He looked around - Only a few others in the area. If everyone else was split up into groups about this size, there'd only be a few more. Dom saw him taking stock and spoke up. We figured out there's prolly four teams. Guess they expect us to go SAW on each other. Fuck that. I'm gonna floss with their spines. Fuckin' A, Dom guffawed, but he seemed to agree. We need to find the others. More of us there are, the harder it'll be for them to kill us. Let's move, people.
Thx for the bump = 3= TO TIDE YOU OVER 'TIL THE GAME BEGINS, I have added a little optional reading to the OP. Should be helpful for beginners. I may or may not add more over the next couple days.
Ok so belay that early start :x One of our players was counting on having next week free, so we're gonna have to bump it back to Friday the 28th (same time), which is around the time I originally planned to start. Again, if anyone's got anything goin' on around then, please let me know however you can. (And feel free to chatter about the game a bit while you wait) Role PMs will be going out a few days prior to game start, and the Mafia will have a chance to meet & greet in their Quicktopic and ask any specific questions they have at that time. dat Nova magick baybee
Welcome back dude I missed the **** outta you ; u; (This is Nouveau Nova/Sforzato btw [yes my join date is inaccurate, I got the boot a while back])
