I had my doubts about the Caveman Lawyer , but I had tickled a mutant under the chin and already accused her, it would have been a tough decision for me.
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Well played little Meowselsworth! And well played by Wowbagger and Jin as well!
What are the roles of 'The Devil' and 'The Lovers', I couldn't seem to find them in the threads? Looked online and it seemed that: Devil: the bad guys version of a scryer/scanner, was that the Pharaun mutant in this last game? Lovers: aka, the twins, if one is killed the remaining one joins the other side? or, if one is killed the other dies as well? Maybe add The Witch to balance the extra loss from the Lovers and only add the Devil if more than 15 players like Ryuko had set up? Not sure if that would work though? Salem Witch Trials would be a good theme for one of these games.
Sir Hamish Cunningham, on behalf of man-crickets and herbalists everywhere, I implore you to continue this fine tradition of gaming!
Wowbagger kneels at the corpse of Jiminy. "You were the best agent we ever had." My only regret is that I never got to sing "When You Wish upon a Cold Star".
I like the idea of the rounds getting shorter, combined with the first round being longer. Maybe start out with the first round being 6 days, the second and third rounds being 4 days, then each subsequent round is 2 days. Right now 6 rounds takes three weeks. With the above structure 6 rounds would also take three weeks, but keep more of the players in the game for the first two weeks of that and then have a quick and furious finish in the last week or so.
just a smile Sutra? I would think you should have provided a paypal address ;)
Sir Jiminy considers the implications of the current situation, then sighs as he knows what must be done. "We cannot allow a tie in this cycle and it draws to a close. Sadly , it seems my hand is forced. Sir Taraz, I've enjoyed our conversations, your banquet was splendid, and I'd hoped we would escape this mutation threat together on your space yacht while we continued the fine dissertations of the galaxies best meals. Yet it was not meant to be. Forgive me Sir Taraz, but I must vote for you as well."
Sir Jiminy raises his glass at Taraz's recounting of the events, when the Wastrel stops behind his chair and recounts their private conversations Sir Jiminy nods in agreement, "Yes, it is as you say, I've not tried to hide anything and have voted in alliance with you from the Hollow to Bruce and told you true when I suspected Meowselsworth for the reasons I've stated for all to hear, I even listed the messages from Sutra while encouraging Meowselseworth to do the same. And Yes, I have tried to establish alliances with anyone that was willing. If anything that bespeaks to the actions of a Citizen, though I don't feel the need to shout it at everyone as you do yourself." the man-cricket looks reproachfully at the Wastrel and shakes his head slightly in an incredulous manner.
"Sir Taraz, in the gravity of the events I almost forgot to complement you upon your excellent dissertation on the merits of Wild Grain Ricron with Camigo Sauce. Provided we find the time, I certainly hope you do expand your lesson to include Roast Shnootallen in Azure Wine Cream Sauce.”
"Little Meowselsworth, Taraz and Wowbagger were the first to follow Hammish's vote against The Hollow, the only mutant we've uncovered so far, and that very vote you abstained from voting for the Hollow, a decision only made by you and Bruce. Still, we know this is not perfect logic, as proven by Bruce's demise. We are simply fishing for clues as it may be, our little fish connoisseur. Sutra appears to have contacted many of us, and some having no other means of deriving the truth have made alliances based on those contacts, I myself even contacted you earlier, curious about Sutra's thoughts. If you are truly not the mutant, then give us something better to base a decision upon, and please try not to rely upon the calculator in your helmet as I think a chip may have burned in there." Sir Jiminy sniffs the air, trying to detect the smell of burned electronics.
"Roasted Ryxis sure does smell good." proclaims Sir Jiminy as he takes a seat far from the mutant cat. "I suppose I could try some of that Wrexian roast."
I do like the idea of the first cycle being longer.
Sir Jiminy hops over and scratches the chin of little Meowselsworth while Taraz continues to pet her. "Little Meowselsworth, thank you for answering my questions about Sutra so honestly, such bravery is appreciated. I scratch your little chin for the same reason, bravery, for you see stories are the food of life and I look forward to telling my fellow anthropomorphic crickets about the time I tickled the chin of a MUTANT!" Sir Jiminy hops back and points an accusing finger at the kitty. "Did the radiation turn your helmet into a Helm of Opposite Alignment? Were those dastardly slashes in Rxyis the work of mutated claws? In my study of the Earth Media Archives there was a tale of a small furry bunny rabbit that could tear the throats out of armored knights, are you the same type of creature, hmmm? A masquerading furry ball of death!" "You see Meowselsworth, the reason I asked you about Sutra is because I had an alliance with her and here is one of her last messages to me in our running dialogue. That cycle she was killed by the very mutant she had scanned."
"I was wrong when I declared you a warm kitty, you are cold, a cold blooded killer, colder than the Cold Star itself! Prepare to be euthanized!" Sir Jiminy continues hopping about the room, stick and move, stick and move, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, that little kitty won't get me!" sings Sir Jiminy.
"Bruce has a valid argument I do believe and there is a nagging fact that has disturbed me for some time now. Little Meowselsworth, you claim to have had contact with Sutra." "It is written in the same way as all her communications to me are written, so it seemed consistent," replies Meowselsworth, "It is more to go on than Mr. Hollow being creepy and nonsensical." "Little Meowselsworth, will you please provide these communications to the rest of us, so that we can be sure of your communication with a scanner and not left wondering with doubt if in fact such dialogue did occur?" After his questions of the small cat, Sir Jiminy turns to Taraz and raises a glass of Gale Force '77 in toast to the Wastrel, eager to hear of his promise.
"For example, we could assume that one who drinks too much is a mutant and lynch them straight away." That really was a shame, Taraz the drunken Wastrel would have been a (more) epic character in the Werewolf game.
"We've no scanners left, that leaves us with intuition and insight. Of all the statements I heard from you folks the last few days..." "The question now becomes, how to know if the other mutant voted with the crowd to condemn his like. Or instead, abstained..." "I still believe that Mr. Stilgrasen's silence is disconcerting, and a fine way for a mutant to evade attention" "The cat offers up Bruce, who's been even more quiet than that dead shadow-mutant-thing." "Take my vote against Bruce as both against him as a mutant or his philosophy of inaction and waiting for the mutant to name himself." "had I voted previously there would have been a strong probability that there might have been a tie..." "It seems that intuition and insight leads the vote to Bruce, for abstaining from the vote and proceeding in silence does create suspicion and the argument that voting would have created a tie rings false, for only a vote cast to create a tie would have done so. My apologies to you Sir Bruce if my vote is in error, but I must do what is best for the Cold Star."
"Sir Taraz, I've been guilty of the bandwagon approach most certainly, yet I'll do the same again, because clearly I've no information that is valid in any shape or form and your conviction has remained steadfast against The Hollow. It is difficult for those of us with no ability to scan, we follow the leads of others, hoping they are guided by vision and can lead us to salvation. I hope your vision is the correct one and we are enlightened by your leadership."
"At least he's not sporting Hogan's feather boa, that thing was dreadful!"
"How can it be that logic escapes the majority in a time like this?" The man-cricket looks around reproachfully. "Everyone is simply guessing, unless they have scanned another. The only scanner we know of is Sutra, and the mutant got her. She told Wowbagger to beware the Duke. Unless one of you has a better basis for finding the mutant, such as a completed scan that detected one, then I suggest we make a decision based on the one actual bit of information we have at this point, rather than simply guess and eliminate another innocent. It's not perfect, but it's the best we have at a time like this."
"Sight Unseen, is that sorta like Caveat Emptor? Please enlighten us Sir Hollow." The almost always gentlemanly Sir Jiminy grabs a napkin from the wasted dinner party settings and proceeds to help Hammish with his sneeze, wiping the goat's nose and dusting off some of the debris from his trip through the ventilation system.
"Yes, it does seem clear that the proper vote shall be for Eldon. My apologies to you, good sir, if we are again in error."
"Yes, The Hollow's wisdom is infinite, let us turn our gaze to those that have shown no care or no voice. With the kind support of the Wastrel, I tried to organize a dinner party, a gathering that would have sat everyone down together and prevented a mutant from hiding in silence. Let us not turn on one another simply for being outspoken, as we did with Ocid, for that certainly was a mistake."
"Wowbagger, what sort of name is that? You wouldn't happen to be the same individual known as Bowerick Wowbagger, a careless man that combined rubber bands, his lunch, and an irrational partical accelerator? Weren't you responsible for the burning of Asia by Genghis Khan? And now you insult a soft kitty, a warm kitty, that purr, purr, purrs? You, sir, are a complete kneebiter."
"Mmmmm, magic beans, those do sound delicious, and only a mule in trade you say?"
"I do believe The Hollow was wooing the lightbulb when Eldon 'voted' it out with his chair." Sir Jiminy eyes the shards of the broken lightbulb, I sure hope Eldon doesn't 'vote' me out with a chair.
"He's dead Jin." The hours Jiminy has wasted watching classic media from the Earth archives triggers a moment of panic, he looks down at his chest in fear, Oh gods, please don't let me have worn a Red shirt today! To his immense relief he sees his shirt is white. He looks around the room to see who is wearing a Red shirt and clearly the next to die.
Tottering unsteadily over to the waste disposal, she sticks her head in an retches.
Sir Jiminy loses all interest in the dinner party, his appetite completely ruined by the awful events. How terrible, two innocent citizens dead and us no closer to being free of the mutants. Tia was the first spider I had ever been friends with, we even had a lunch date of sorts tomorrow, though I didn't really want to eat that fly. Saddened by the loss and task ahead, Sir Jiminy sits down beside Meowselsworth and pets the little cat. "Maybe the Duke will sing us another song about a spider, or even a librarian, to help us in this difficult time."
Great character Ocid, I enjoyed your posts!
Not 15? 1) Ocid
Did someone drop out and I missed it?
Sir Jiminy looks back and forth from the shattered lamp to the motionless hollow, clearly perplexed. "Mr. Hollow, light is both a particle and a wave, so shouldn't we be able to capture or deflect it's assault by a variety of means? Is not blackness either the full absorption of the spectrum or it's complete reflection? Even a child knows that the deepness of space is black, but so is the shade produced when they scrawl all their colored crayons in the same spot on the drawing paper." Sir Jiminy considers the now shattered lamp that preoccupies The Hollow and the simple logic of Jin regarding distractions. If the great mind of The Hollow has been distracted by something shiny and bright, could a mutant deceive the lot of us in the same way? Or has the The Hollow not been misled at all and he actually talks of the impending mutant assaults, his precognition well ahead of us? The man-cricket's mind swims with the implications of the monumental task ahead, but one thing is clear, the group will need to make a decision soon!
Sir Jiminy hops about the tables, encouraging the Wastrel to delight the group with tales, until a tentacle stretches from Ocid, snags his leg, and flings Jiminy bodily into the wall. With a loud crunch he thumps against the panel, then drops to the floor in a heap. For several minutes only the occasional twitch shows that life still remains in his cracked carapace, then slowly he drifts back into consciousness and gingerly pulls himself back to his feet, fluid leaking into his suit (at least that what he tells the others the wet trail down his leg has resulted from). Shuffling slowly to a position behind Thoen, Sir Jiminy questions the librarian's actions in a reproachful tone. "Has the mutation left you with little control of your aggression?"
Sir Jiminy gulps, and not just wine, at the words of the Giant Friendly Spider. Despite her cheery disposition, a primal fear grips Jiminy when the creatures googly eyes turn his way and he's reminded of the smattering of stories from his childhood where the boogy-spider ate the curious cricket that stayed up past bedtime. Still, she is quite friendly for a spider and it would be rude to ignore the offer of a gift. "Good Tia, I'm very content with the current offerings in the consumables department, but I promise that I'll try one of your delicious flies tomorrow."
Sit Jiminy is quite excited by the application of Taraz the Wastrel's Plasma Card Class S. Well look at that, a full dining table and us trapped in this room, could it be the silver lining to our cloud of grey, yes, yes I think it may be the perfect setting for yells the man-cricket as he springs through the air to land beside Taraz. Quick as a flash he snatches the Plasma Card from the sophisticated wastrel and quickly jabs it into the machine half a dozen times sending a flurry of serv-bot scattering throughout the room setting up dinning tables and sumptuous meals. "Please, my impromptu companions, the kind Wastrel has provided us with a fabulous setting for suffering our incarceration, let us lift a glass of..he quickly consults the bottle...Gale Force '77 to honor the gift he shares with us." Sir Jiminy hops sideways to stay clear of any assaults from the Wastrel as he fills a glass and lifts it toward Taraz, hoping to placate the irate socialite by smothering him with attention. "Sir Wastrel, your culinary habits are a tale within themselves, please enlighten us with stories of your home world where such fare must be common. Do tell, are any of these spectacular offerings made from corn?"
Genuinely delighted to have anyone, or anything as it may be, interested in his stories, Sir Jiminy overcomes his earlier trepidation of the Pest Control Council and skitters next to the friendly cat to continue his diatribe on the merits of corn and the delicious ways it can be enjoyed.
Yeeaaaa, corn! Sir Jiminy eagerly scoops up his offered bowl of fresh corn kernels and dances a jig in celebration of the beautiful bounty of tasty grub. "This reminds me of the first time I enjoyed corn as a young lad," convinced that everyone wants to pass the time with his wonderful story he continues, "it was a warm summer day, the sun had just reached it's peak in the sky, and the swarm of my brothers and sisters had made the journey to farmer Johnson's garden. Now, corn is a delicatessen and each ear must be selected by a very precise set of criteria........and that's how I enjoyed my first meal of corn! Sir Jiminy beams at the gathered creatures, only to discover that once again no one is paying any attention to his stories. Sadly, he plunks down in an unoccupied location to partake of his meal. Stupid mutants, trapping me here with these un-entertainable people.
Sir Jiminy saddles up to the chow line, oh please, oh please, let it be corn, mmmm, delicious corn. He notices the The Hollow staring at a light fixture, well, that must be something interesting, why else would it stare at it?, Sir Jiminy stares at the same light fixture, sure to discover something fascinating. His contemplation of the light fixture is interrupted by the Giant Friendly Talking Spider creature, "Guys, this thing makes flies! You should totally have some flies, they're delicious!" Eegads, talk about disgusting, those things totally puke every time they land, then lap it up like barn animals at the trough. I best keep my eye on this Pest Control Council 'fore I become the next delicious treat.
IT HAS NO TEMPORAL PREFERENCE. That's funny right there! I'm looking forward to seeing The Hollow as a character in this game. I also have no vote for either Thursday or Friday, west coast time means I usually get a chance to respond before the witching hour.
Oh no, the Pest Control Council, I'm doomed! The man-cricket tries to keep others between him and the giant spider.
Name: Sir Jiminy Planet of Origin: Disnopia Species: Anthropomorphic Cricket One or two lines about appearance: An 8' tall orange skinned man-cricket with a spotless white top hat and suit complemented by a purple ascot and a shiny gold pocket watch on a chain. One or two lines about personality: A true gentlemen, Sir Jiminy will always be found holding portals open for women, helping old ladies cross the space station, and pulling out chairs for his dinner guests. Until the Klaxon sounded, then he could be seen pushing small children and disabled veterans out of the way during his mad dash to the safe zone. Occupation: No one has ever seen Sir Jiminy do any actual work, although he often engages people in long winded conversations preventing them from accomplishing any work themselves. He appears to be one of those smarmy bastards that simply tells stories for a living, though how he makes any money from it is a mystery. What your character was doing when the Alert went off: As usual, he was telling another convoluted tale, boring both an old veteran and a young girl simultaneously. |