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Yo, what's up?
my cousin's enlisted and says the standard reaction to being saluted is "I'm enlisted, retard."
I forgot what you signed up for. Hopefully not submarines. My cuz is an engineer on one and it sounds awful.
any interesting boot camp stories...~
I forgot what you signed up for. Hopefully not submarines. My cuz is an engineer on one and it sounds awful.
any interesting boot camp stories...~
WELCOME BACK MOG
Emo Require: Do RPGs need a story?
I disagree. tastes are subjective and people like games for different reasons. repeat thread in one month.
Oh noes, we've hit a wall (+ other updates)
wow those are good points. unfortunately, he is a frog and thus has no place in the cool-dominant party of ryu, bleu, katt, and rand/sten.
Mafia...IN SPACE
author=Rhuan
If the set up I made favoured mafia I think this one favoured them even more. Starting with night means a death before any discussion, so effectively it's 2 vs 4 unless the cop survives and gets a useful verdict on that first night in which case it's slightly different.
a daystart with must lynch means two deaths before any meaningful discussion.
this setup is not at all unbalanced without the "tardis factor." a bodyguard can provide a clear on day two if they survive. if the bodyguard dies n1, everyone can provide a cop report. cop's will be real, others will be faked. gives the cop a chance to live to d2 as well as the cop's report if he should die. if a villager dies, cop claims which will require a counterclaim from the mafia. blame "the mad scientist" for killing the cop and scoping out the bodyguard on n1. a combination so good I am sure he used magic.
this came down to scumhunting which is either a. harder on forums due to the fact that people have a lot more time to think about what they say and/or b.something rmn is not so good at.
So I necro'd- The Three Word Story!
author=VersaliaFemputer inside of
author=ldida1
NES programming for
author=ldida1
take over the
author=tardis
festering pile of
author=NicoB
raccoon droppings. He
author=ldida1
ate them quickly
author=ldida1
ate them quickly
ate them quicklylet's not
Mafia...IN SPACE
So I necro'd- The Three Word Story!
this thread didn't work nearly as well as it did on sa...wh ocould have foreseen this. wacky random people interjecting garbage instead of coherency.... also why can't i lock my own threads
Mafia...IN SPACE
EPILOGUE
"No disturbances of any kind?"
"No, sir."
"Very well. Good work, Shinan."
"Yes, sir."
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"Yes. False alarm."
"I see. I apologize for assigning you such a boring task, Private."
"All in the line of duty, sir."
"Oorah."
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How does steak sound tonight?
Ark looked at his wife and grinned. "Lovely."
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"Keep the change."
"Hey, thanks. you have a great day, you hear?"
Koff did hear. but he did not respond. He walked into the sheriff's office.
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Idida stared at the pile of paperwork, his pen dancing along his hands. He would have groaned at the sight, once.
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The bespectacled man was watching the television. There was something rather interesting being shown. A news report...something about a killer android loose in Manhattan.
"That's rather unfortunate."
He swung his chair around and examined the eastern wall of his laboratory proudly. Twenty cybernetic skeletons hung there, just waiting for their artificial skins.
"Oh the things you can think. Hahaha!....wait. think. Yes, yes. This will be hilarious. Prototype LX-321!"
The android engaged at the northern workbench pivoted.
"Can you put your palm to your face, like this?"
It did.
"Oh. Oh yes."
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RESULTS
The space mafia, Tardis and Space Monkey, have achieved victory.
Tardis, the mad scientist, went on to build things that were bad.
Space Monkey, the android, went on to kill things that were good.
well, this setup, I realize now, is more suited to a chatroom based game as that allows for more scumhunting. Still, I had fun writing updates. Geodude's was especially my favorite. The idea of attempting to write a serious scene while simultaneously shoehorning in a Juvenile song in the most convoluted way possible had me rolling.
trivia! My least favorite player was tardis. He stalked Geodude night one and it was probably his idea to kill Shinan then too. way to screw everyone over!
props to space monkey for his expert misdirection despite never having played mafia before.
Mafia...IN SPACE
SPACE TIME: 9:00 A.M. EST (EASTERN SPACE TIME)
Clark "Ark" Black awakened and immediately wished he hadn't.
"errgh...fuuuuuuck. What did I do last night?"
Ark swung over to the side of his bunk and did his best impersonation of The Thinker. He remembered being really angry that they hadn't sent that Dr. Godfrey on a one-way trip through the airlock. His reasoning had been flawless, after all.
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"No, YOU listen. That simpering little psychopath has been playing you all like a violin! He never takes initiative, only follows the majority, oh, and uh, how about the fact that he prefers to be called Dr. Godfrey?
Tardis Godfrey tugged at the collar of his labcoat. "Well, I beg your pardon, sir, but I do have a P.H.D."
"SO DOES HE!" Ark flung a a finger in the direction of Idida. "You don't see him clinging to it! Not only that, but look at the circles under his eyes!
Koff stepped in front of Ark, looking at him down the nose. "As do I. A better question might be why you do not. Any sane person is going to be on their guard throughout the night. This means little sleep. So what is it, Ark? Not worried for some reason?" Koff narrowed his eyes. and grabbed Ark by the front of his uniform. "Or is it perhaps that you do not require sleep?..."
"HEY." Koff hit the floor rather ungracefully as Space Monkey shoved him away violently. "This is exactly what they want, you idiots. Oh yeah let's all just fight and mistrust each other and la de da dee da oh now we're all dead. good plan."
Idida folded his arms. "MY mistrust would be greatly alleviated if we could just do a body scan of everyone here."
Koff rose to his feet and made a very rude gesture towards the nearest security monitor. "WE KNOW. YOU'VE ONLY SAID IT ABOUT THIRTY TIMES EVERY DAY. OH HEY, DR. GODFREY. WHY DON'T YOU PUT THAT PHD TO GOOD USE? WHAT'S THIRTY TIMES TWO? WAIT, NO, I HAVE A BETTER IDEA. LET ME GET OUT MY FUCKING CALCULATOR."
Ark touched the front of his shirt and grimaced. He lifted his head up and watched the argument between Space Monkey, Idida, Koff, and the ship's corrupted computer become more and more heated.
He went back to his room, Dr. Godfrey watching silently.
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Oh, right. And then Space Monkey wanted to have drinks.
We got to talking about what happened earlier and...uh...I guess I drank too much.
A deep rumble snapped Ark out of his thoughts. He methodically got dressed, brushed his teeth, and left for the cafeteria.
"Hmmm." Ark punched a couple of buttons on the dispenser, receiving a continental breakfast for his trouble. He tore the cover off and dug in ravenously, not even noticing the off taste.
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"Alright, nobody leave before this is over."
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"
"Idida, leave."
Ark's eyes struggled open. He was surprised to find himself on the floor at the feet of Dr. Tardis Godfrey and Koff.
"Hey. uh. what-"
Ark attempted to get to his feet only to find his arms and legs bound.
"HEY. WHAT THE-"
He found himself lacking the words to finish his objection after a smart interjection from Koff's boot.
"Let me just bring you up to speed. This-" Koff drew Shinan's revolver and spun it around by the trigger guard. "is not yours. But it has your fingerprints on it."
"Wait. Ask Space Monkey. I was with him."
Dr. Godfrey sighed. "And there it is. What a pity. I was rather fond of him." He turned towards Ark. "Your friend has been missing since last night."
".....SHIT. NO, WAIT. I KNOW WHAT-"
Koff's boot made another swift rebuttal. He frowned and wiped his now bloody footwear on Ark's uniform.
"Open it."
Dr. Godfrey obliged.
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Ark, the astronaut, has perished.
Clark "Ark" Black awakened and immediately wished he hadn't.
"errgh...fuuuuuuck. What did I do last night?"
Ark swung over to the side of his bunk and did his best impersonation of The Thinker. He remembered being really angry that they hadn't sent that Dr. Godfrey on a one-way trip through the airlock. His reasoning had been flawless, after all.
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"No, YOU listen. That simpering little psychopath has been playing you all like a violin! He never takes initiative, only follows the majority, oh, and uh, how about the fact that he prefers to be called Dr. Godfrey?
Tardis Godfrey tugged at the collar of his labcoat. "Well, I beg your pardon, sir, but I do have a P.H.D."
"SO DOES HE!" Ark flung a a finger in the direction of Idida. "You don't see him clinging to it! Not only that, but look at the circles under his eyes!
Koff stepped in front of Ark, looking at him down the nose. "As do I. A better question might be why you do not. Any sane person is going to be on their guard throughout the night. This means little sleep. So what is it, Ark? Not worried for some reason?" Koff narrowed his eyes. and grabbed Ark by the front of his uniform. "Or is it perhaps that you do not require sleep?..."
"HEY." Koff hit the floor rather ungracefully as Space Monkey shoved him away violently. "This is exactly what they want, you idiots. Oh yeah let's all just fight and mistrust each other and la de da dee da oh now we're all dead. good plan."
Idida folded his arms. "MY mistrust would be greatly alleviated if we could just do a body scan of everyone here."
I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT.
Koff rose to his feet and made a very rude gesture towards the nearest security monitor. "WE KNOW. YOU'VE ONLY SAID IT ABOUT THIRTY TIMES EVERY DAY. OH HEY, DR. GODFREY. WHY DON'T YOU PUT THAT PHD TO GOOD USE? WHAT'S THIRTY TIMES TWO? WAIT, NO, I HAVE A BETTER IDEA. LET ME GET OUT MY FUCKING CALCULATOR."
Ark touched the front of his shirt and grimaced. He lifted his head up and watched the argument between Space Monkey, Idida, Koff, and the ship's corrupted computer become more and more heated.
He went back to his room, Dr. Godfrey watching silently.
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Oh, right. And then Space Monkey wanted to have drinks.
We got to talking about what happened earlier and...uh...I guess I drank too much.
A deep rumble snapped Ark out of his thoughts. He methodically got dressed, brushed his teeth, and left for the cafeteria.
"Hmmm." Ark punched a couple of buttons on the dispenser, receiving a continental breakfast for his trouble. He tore the cover off and dug in ravenously, not even noticing the off taste.
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"Alright, nobody leave before this is over."
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"
"Idida, leave."
Ark's eyes struggled open. He was surprised to find himself on the floor at the feet of Dr. Tardis Godfrey and Koff.
"Hey. uh. what-"
Ark attempted to get to his feet only to find his arms and legs bound.
"HEY. WHAT THE-"
He found himself lacking the words to finish his objection after a smart interjection from Koff's boot.
"Let me just bring you up to speed. This-" Koff drew Shinan's revolver and spun it around by the trigger guard. "is not yours. But it has your fingerprints on it."
"Wait. Ask Space Monkey. I was with him."
Dr. Godfrey sighed. "And there it is. What a pity. I was rather fond of him." He turned towards Ark. "Your friend has been missing since last night."
".....SHIT. NO, WAIT. I KNOW WHAT-"
Koff's boot made another swift rebuttal. He frowned and wiped his now bloody footwear on Ark's uniform.
"Open it."
Dr. Godfrey obliged.
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Ark, the astronaut, has perished.
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