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Revision as of 18:12, 13 August 2010
This game is moderated by Sorceror Nobody. The core rules can be found on the main forum page; additional rules for this game can be found [[../Game2/Rules|here]].
Story
Night I
It's funny how things can grow on you – emotionally, that is – even for one who has no Heart. It happened on one of my exploratory jaunts from the Void into some parallel universe or another. The purpose of these trips is primarily amusement, since the Void isn't exactly the most interesting place. Anyway, on this occasion, I happened across an isolated community of rather diverse beings. There was, for example, a werewolf. Another was a person who, in many of the parallel universes I've visited, I knew to be dead. A third appeared to be a Pokémon, of all things. This odd little group, totalling just nine people... ordinarily, a supreme transcendental nonentity like myself would have no interest in them, but something about them held a fascination for me. I decided to stay with them for a little while.
After a few days, I gained their trust. This in itself was quite an unusual experience for one such as myself. Soon, however, their trust turned to praise, then to worship, and eventually to something approaching outright deification. Still, this didn't bother me too much. As so-called gods go, I'm about as benevolent to these people as any god could be. The townspeople seemed happy, and I gained a strange sense of fulfilment. As an old friend of mine might say, it was all sugar and rainbows...
I should have known better. Pride, as they say, comes before a fall. I didn't notice the seeds of dissent growing in the community. Too busy with my delusions of grandeur, I failed to pay due attention as darkness grew in the Hearts of my subjects. Two of them in particular became corrupt far beyond any hope of recovery. If I had know then what I do now, I could have done something to prevent this... to prevent the loss of life that resulted from my arrogance.
Day I
It was a beautiful morning. There was nothing to suggest that anything was amiss. After my usual multi-dimensional morning activities, I went to visit my trusted advisor, A.J. two. What I found was horrifying: he had been murdered in the night. The cause of death was a single gunshot wound to the head; surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of blood, but what blood there was had been dry for at least a couple of hours. The rogue villagers had brutally eliminated my closest ally first. Someone was playing a very dark, clever game. I called the other eight residents together for a meeting, and explained the situation. Their reactions varied, but all were clearly shocked. Either that, or acting the part very convincingly, at any rate. I was utterly unable to ascertain who could possibly be responsible for this atrocity...
Night II
The arguments and accusations had been varied; sometimes swift and shockingly direct, other times uncertain and hesitant. Nonetheless, the votes had been cast, and the seemingly doomed Oavatos was granted a last minute reprieve by a refinement of the voting system. It fell to me to do the sorrowful deed. I personally did not think SilverCrono was guilty, but then I was reluctant to accept that any of the residents were. Nonetheless, I had promised them that I would stand by their group decision, divided though it was. I conjured restraints around the protesting victim, and the other residents solemnly picked him up and carried him outside to the newly-constructed gallows. The gallows were an ugly structure, possibly a result of a subconscious influence on my design of it. I can hardly deny that the thought of using it filled me with disgust, and that disgust may well have leaked into the construction. This is not relevant... I merely wish to forget the terrible acts that follow. If only I could.
After the execution... do not ask me to elaborate on it, for I refuse... the residents went their separate ways, returning to their homes. I went to SilverCrono's house, hoping to unearth something, anything to justify killing him. It is terrible to think such things, but I actually hoped that he was one of the rogue villagers, just to reduce my own guilt. I could not have imagined how it would turn out. I quickly found the secret hatch in the floor, and beneath it was what can only be described as a treasure trove of incriminating evidence. Almost comically, the word "MAFIA" was rubber-stamped onto almost every surface, as if in mockery of the seriousness of things. The walls of the secret room were covered in scraps of paper, some detailing the best opportunities to catch any given villager alone and vulnerable. Most were indecipherable, evidently defaced by SilverCrono as soon as he saw the votes swing against him. He had certainly had opportunity to do so: his absence from the town hall for long periods had not exactly gone unnoticed. There was also a communications relay which confirmed my worst fears: there was at least one other killer in collusion with SilverCrono. Unfortunately, like the notes, this equipment had been destroyed: doubtless a deliberate act to ensure that none could identify his ally.
I called everyone together again, and explained that SilverCrono was indeed guilty. I instructed them all to ensure that they took every precaution with their own safety that night. The other mafioso would surely attempt some sort of retaliatory strike, so I pledged to maintain a hyperdimensional vigilance overnight.
Day II
The following morning, I woke with a start. This is itself exceedingly strange, as supreme transcendental nonentities have no need of sleep. It took a moment for me to realise the full implications of this information: evidently someone had found a way to knock me out and neutralise my promised vigilance. The mafioso was evidently far cleverer than I had, or could have, anticipated. Gripped by a sense of foreboding, I found myself drawn towards the river. There, floating face-down in the water, was Werefang.
He must have been caught utterly by surprise, as the previous night had been the full moon, and I doubt that anyone could have overpowered him when he was fully transformed. In fact, he appeared to have been killed mid-transformation, as most – but not all – of the fur and canine features were present. While most of the blood leaking from the knife wound in the wolf's back had long since washed downstream, there was still a reddish tint pooled around him. It seems a little cruel to mention this, but the smell of wet dog was rather overpowering. I retreated temporarily, roused the other villagers, and explained the situation. While they gathered in the town hall, I retrieved Werefang's body and gave it a dignified burial next to A.J. two. I stayed by the graves for a few moments, lost in thought and sorrow, before I too went to the town hall and called the meeting to order.
Night III
The voting had been intermittent and rather less decisive than the previous day, but a majority had nonetheless been secured with no complications. Unlike Crono, the black mage did not struggle. He got up from his seat as I approached, and with no intervention from anyone, silently walked outside and stood on the gallows. His expression was inscrutable as I placed the noose around his neck.
After the deed was done, everyone once again went their separate ways. Having turned away to watch them leave, I felt the faintest of disturbances in the air, and turned back to see an empty noose. The mage had vanished, leaving only his pointed hat fluttering slowly groundwards. For the first time, but sadly also the last, I managed to perceive the faintest trace of the mage's Heart aura before it faded completely. There could be no doubt – the darkness of his Heart was among the least I've ever seen from anyone other than the famous Princesses of Heart, or indeed a certain Keyblade Master.
The loss of such a pure, not to mention intelligent, being was shocking. I did not want to face gathering everyone back together again, so I informed them all of 8bit's innocence telepathically. The shadow that fell as the sun set seemed darker than mere night should ever be...
Day III
Another night passed, and my dread rose along with the morning sun. I knew what I would find, but not who it would be. Proceeding through the village with trepidation, I eventually found what I was (but also was not, if you know what I mean) looking for. There, in a pool of bizarrely (yet somehow unsurprisingly) technicolour blood, was the harlequin enforcer of the law, JudgeMasterKefka.
It was not at all clear what the cause of death was, until I saw something blue wedged in his spine. It was insult to injury, as it was a shard of the front door from the exploded blue police box that had been his shape-shifting car. Someone was not only killing in cold blood, but was also playing a mocking game.
Sickened, I laid the ex-Judgemaster to rest, then called another town hall meeting to order...
Game status update
This is a statement of the current status of the game.
The current phase is DAY III
| – C O M M U N I C A T I O N S – T A B L E – | ||
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| All messages should be encrypted using the player's given encryption key. Messages from the moderator to a player go in that player's "Inbox", while messages sent to the moderator go in the "Outbox". The encryption site can be found here. In order to avoid potential wiki markup parsing problems, you must place <nowiki></nowiki> tags around all coded messages that are put in this table. Also bear in mind that the encryption keys are case-sensitive, and are all exactly twelve characters in length.
If you receive a message which contains any newline (¶) characters, you are advised to go into page editing mode and copy the message from there. This is because the newline breaks caused by the width constraints on the cells in this table on the normal view of this page can seriously mess up the decoding process. During Night Phases, "murder messages" are required from all "living" players, even those who aren't Mafia. This is because if only the Mafia players sent them, it would be obvious which players were Mafia! Since "dead" players' factions are known to everyone, they are the only players exempt from sending murder messages. Coded messages are permitted to be sent at any time during the game. Depending on the precise content and nature of the message, recipients won't necessarily reply. However, even if you don't reply to a message, you should still acknowledge receipt of it by removing it. This also shows that you are still contributing to the game. | ||
| User | Inbox (Mod → Player) |
Outbox (Player → Mod) |
| A.J. two | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| Werefang | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| FinalFantasyAerith | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| SilverCrono | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| 8bit BlackMage | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| Moocowisi | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| Armageddon11 | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| OavatosDK | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
| JudgeMasterKefka | There are no new messages for this user | There are no new messages from this user |
Previous discussion
Content from previous Night/Day cycles is relegated to a pocket dimension between universes:
City Hall discussion
Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 13:32, July 25, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
The nonentity was sitting at the table, drumming his fingers. This was despite his lack of said digits...
Seriously, where is everyone!? | |||
{{../Bubble|time=14:39, July 26, 2010 (UTC)|AJT= A.J. looked around the room. Those still living had talked to the Sorceror after the lynching and left for the night - everyone except the little Penguin.
Where did Oavatos go?
Hey Oavatos, do you need a replacement? Because LH is waiting to play, and can probably take your place if you want.}}
FinalFantasyAerith - "I never blamed you. Not once. You came for me...that's all that matters." TALK - 21:45, July 27, 2010 (UTC) | |||
Aerith whipped out her iPod and began watching Yu-Gi-Oh The Abridged Series. She was also in the process of downloading The album of Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Once More With Feeling xD Because some of those songs are just amazing!! Yea I didn't even TRY to remain on topic there xD sorry :P | |||
I iz sorry. I was on a cruise to Alaska! I just got back and am typing this from my cousins cpu (which uses IE. Damn.) | |||
Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 13:09, August 10, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
An ominous voice filled the room. At first, it seemed to be a certain despot, but the voice didn't add up.
"I've returned from the afterworld. This world seems to be looking for a new ruler." With this, Sorceror Nobody reappeared in the room after a long absence. He then announced that time would be allowed to progress very soon. Nobody else in the room had a clue what this fourth-wall breaking statement meant, of course. While in France, I realised that a certain quote would have been perfect for when I went away. I wish now I'd had the foresight to say, "Indeed... from the depths of France, to this Wiki once more... I will return again! UNGAAAAHHHHH!!" Ah well, never mind, eh? I'll advance the game in a bit. I have a hell of a lot of watchlist to catch up on, so bear with me! | |||
Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 15:41, August 11, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
The sight of the nonentity drifting to the head of the table, still with traces of the Judgemaster's blood on him, must have caused great unease in the remaining villagers. All apart from the murderer, of course, but they were, as ever, concealing themself extremely well...
Day 3, people, and yes, my choice of cause of death is a DW reference with continuity from the earlier discussion. | |||
Because the length of this trial is annoying me, I'm lynching on a whim. The Pokemon spun in a circle and and when he eneded he was facing FFA. Because I want this game to end, I'm putting my vote into the basket immediately. I have suspected her for a while now anyway.
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Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 22:25, August 11, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
The nonentity cast a disapproving glare at the otter. Such swift accusation was not, in his opinion, a sensible approach to the situation. After so many innocents' deaths, it would seem prudent to consider things far more carefully...
Seriously, Oavatos. You won't win friends with that kind of abrupt lynch vote. It just makes you look either supicious or kinda stupid... | |||
The knight of endings was disheartened to see another dead. No one, not even one as loud and annoying as the judge, deserved to be slaughtered like a farmyard bird. His thoughts trailed off for a few moments, isn't Technicolor blood kind of a cheap way to attempt to awesomely add a spin to the coolness factor of blood? Who gets dibs on his stuff? The catalyst knight noted he wouldn't mind the judge's Judge Sword, and made a memo to himself to search the barrels and wardrobes in the deceased's home for it after the meeting had concluded. His trains of thought fell back on track, and he turned and pointed at FinalFantasyAerith.
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Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 08:01, August 12, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
Noticing Pocky trying to slink out of the door unnoticed, Sorceror Nobody drags him back to his seat.
He was Kefka, dammit. Of course there was technicolour blood! XD Also, your use of video game logic technically fails, because as I had to remind Moocowisi on the first day, the Mafia are picked randomly. Nonetheless, your lynch vote has been noted. | |||
Pocky relinquished to just rummaging through the barrels located in the town hall, each time being scolded by his nonentitial companion. I am aware the Mafia were chosen randomly, my argument is not based on it being otherwise. Whether or not you chose her matters not, it's whether or not she's a Mafia. Just because something is selected by random doesn't mean it's not someone, because, even by random selection, it has to be someone. My argument is based on old and worn clichés. As much as she's been good at playing her part, it's time to out the yandere for what she is.
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FinalFantasyAerith - "I never blamed you. Not once. You came for me...that's all that matters." TALK - 10:45, August 13, 2010 (UTC) | |||
Aerith just turned to look at every person (and nonentity) in turn. She couldn't get her head round why she had been voted for lynching when she was apparently the least suspicious of everyone? Glaring at Oavatos she outright asked the pokemon "Is this because I've voted to lynch you twice now? You blatently didn't pick at random. Please have the courage to lynch someone without making it seem like you came to this conclusion 'on a whim' ok?" Looking at Pocky she said at least YOU have a genuine reason for voting for me. Even if it is one that makes me confused. 1+ Suspicion for Oavatos Also I see you have one of my fav songs as your name SN :D I heart Robbie Williams however I don't like his traitoring to Take That!! | |||
Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 15:27, August 13, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
Although unsure whether to trust the Cetra – because everyone was a possible supect – the nonentity inwardly applauded her argument. She had the right to defend herself, innocent or guilty, and she was at least justifying it, unlike Oavatos.
Bodies is one of my favourite songs too. Those lyrics are actually random each time I use my bubble... see this template :P | |||
The cow had been horribly inactive on the wiki, but fortunately had the game on his watchlist. Seeing that FFA already had two votes, he saw a good opportunity to avoid a potential tie this round. Vote to lynch FFA. Sorry, but you did vote for me tons of times earlier. +1 suspicion to A11, though. | |||
External discussion
Sorceror Nobody – The supreme nonentity Talk · Flan's Elbow Colosseum · MSPA Wiki · 21:09, July 18, 2010 (UTC) "I can detect matter down to one atom in a vacuum the size of the moon, and apparently, this guy doesn't exist" -- Foaly | |||
Once again, night falls. Like Werefang, 8bit had some input on his death scenario, namely the disappearance and leftover hat. I would say that everyone can come up with their own death scenario if they want, but since the last two people to do so got killed as soon as was physically possible afterwards, if any of you are superstitious you may not want to follow suit XD
I've fixed the Abyss. It's now split by day into Abyss (pre-game), then Abyss1, Abyss2... | |||