NS MAFIA: Jolt Invaders! (Game Thread)

[Harkback Union]

Can the town at least have a murder-free night?
Otherwise, for one of the townies the game will be pretty pointless.

Nu. I demand all the death.

But then, one of us joined for absolutely nothing.
Seriously, if we placed a dummy in his place, it wouldn't change the game a bit. The mafia will just have to randomly kill someone and said person's participation was completely unneeded.

[Lunas Legion]

Nu. I demand all the death.

But then, one of us joined for absolutely nothing.
Seriously, if we placed a dummy in his place, it wouldn't change the game a bit. The mafia will just have to randomly kill someone and said person's participation was completely unneeded.

Like 3/4 of the people don't do anything anyway; all they can do is vote and talk, which is extremely little to lose.

[Harkback Union]

But then, one of us joined for absolutely nothing.
Seriously, if we placed a dummy in his place, it wouldn't change the game a bit. The mafia will just have to randomly kill someone and said person's participation was completely unneeded.

Like 3/4 of the people don't do anything anyway; all they can do is vote and talk, which is extremely little to lose.

yeah, but this guy in particular won't have any role in the rp what so ever.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Like 3/4 of the people don't do anything anyway; all they can do is vote and talk, which is extremely little to lose.

yeah, but this guy in particular won't have any role in the rp what so ever.

"Oi, I vote we just lynch Harkback for all this talk of weird things. He's obviously insane, with all this talk of "RP" and "death not mattering". Probably a nutcase psychopath, if you ask me."

said G-Tech, maintaining the fourth wall perfectly.

[Valrifell]

yeah, but this guy in particular won't have any role in the rp what so ever.

"Oi, I vote we just lynch Harkback for all this talk of weird things. He's obviously insane, with all this talk of "RP" and "death not mattering". Probably a nutcase psychopath, if you ask me."

said G-Tech, maintaining the fourth wall perfectly.

"I second that, I propose that we try medical and/or psychological help before we do anything drastic, perhaps shock therapy?"

[The Forsworn Knights]

"Oi, I vote we just lynch Harkback for all this talk of weird things. He's obviously insane, with all this talk of "RP" and "death not mattering". Probably a nutcase psychopath, if you ask me."

said G-Tech, maintaining the fourth wall perfectly.

"I second that, I propose that we try medical and/or psychological help before we do anything drastic, perhaps shock therapy?"

"Hmm..." *Forsworn said, stroking his imaginary beard* "I vote we remove the fourth wall in order to obtain easier access to the bathroom, then have one murder-free-night, then lynch G-Tech."

[G-Tech Corporation]

"I second that, I propose that we try medical and/or psychological help before we do anything drastic, perhaps shock therapy?"

"Hmm..." *Forsworn said, stroking his imaginary beard* "I vote we remove the fourth wall in order to obtain easier access to the bathroom, then have one murder-free-night, then lynch G-Tech."

G-Tech crotchety old wrinkly gray eyebrows fluttered up and down, crawling around his face like some possessed things. Quite the sight to see, really. Perhaps they were sentient. At any rate, they distracted the would-be lynch mob temporarily as G-Tech took up his bricks and mortar and made some brief repairs to the fourth wall.

He then turned around, overalls stained with wet cement, and waggled a finger at the crew. "I don't know nothing about any murtherer about tonight, aye. This town ain't had nae murtherin' for years, I don't know why we be so paranoid about the matter now." He picks up his pitchfork, and wanders back into his house to get some sleep. After he shuts the door the other townsfolk can hear clanking and swearing as the grumpy elder trips over innumerable objects in his pitch-black hovel, and muttered imprecations against "whippersnappers" "OOC/IC divide" and "the Department of Imaginary Affairs".

Eventually the rickety house grows quiet, and then the sound of rumbling thunder issues from the chimney atop the ramshackle dwelling.

[Galnius]

I don't understand none of has. Lynch this, lynch that. Just hang em, then we can have a picnic.

[The Forsworn Knights]

"Hmm..." *Forsworn said, stroking his imaginary beard* "I vote we remove the fourth wall in order to obtain easier access to the bathroom, then have one murder-free-night, then lynch G-Tech."

G-Tech crotchety old wrinkly gray eyebrows fluttered up and down, crawling around his face like some possessed things. Quite the sight to see, really. Perhaps they were sentient. At any rate, they distracted the would-be lynch mob temporarily as G-Tech took up his bricks and mortar and made some brief repairs to the fourth wall.

He then turned around, overalls stained with wet cement, and waggled a finger at the crew. "I don't know nothing about any murtherer about tonight, aye. This town ain't had nae murtherin' for years, I don't know why we be so paranoid about the matter now." He picks up his pitchfork, and wanders back into his house to get some sleep. After he shuts the door the other townsfolk can hear clanking and swearing as the grumpy elder trips over innumerable objects in his pitch-black hovel, and muttered imprecations against "whippersnappers" "OOC/IC divide" and "the Department of Imaginary Affairs".

Eventually the rickety house grows quiet, and then the sound of rumbling thunder issues from the chimney atop the ramshackle dwelling.

*Forsworn tapped his chin* "Hark and Vair are probably innocent, I know I am, but G-tech and Luna were supporting lynching and murdering... hmm..."

[Valrifell]

"Personally, I'm rather curious as to why we're even having this discussion now, or where." Noted Valrifell, twirling his elegant 1920's style handlebar mustache, complete with the curls. The remainder of this devilishly handsome character was purposefully obscured by an ominous dark cloak-looking thingy which had been acquired from the Polish in a delightful story involving crumpets, tea, and starting the second world war. Such a cloak was necessary in order to obscure his delightful features, such as his well-defined chin and cheekbones and properly iron skin tone. Indeed, his impressive masculine and muscular physique had the misfortune of being covered as well.

Val stopped admiring himself in a small puddle that had somehow amassed in... wherever it was these people were... and re-collected his thoughts, since his mind had been derailed by the aforementioned puddle. "Ah, yes, now, does anyone have the slightest idea as to where we are standing right now? I was not paying attention when I was dragged angrily by this man who mumbled something about a 'game' about this 'mafia' and 'town'. All's I do remember, is that I have an urge to request for more roles(/rolls), whatever that means. Perhaps it means I'm hungry. I dunno"

[The Forsworn Knights]

"Personally, I'm rather curious as to why we're even having this discussion now, or where." Noted Valrifell, twirling his elegant 1920's style handlebar mustache, complete with the curls. The remainder of this devilishly handsome character was purposefully obscured by an ominous dark cloak-looking thingy which had been acquired from the Polish in a delightful story involving crumpets, tea, and starting the second world war. Such a cloak was necessary in order to obscure his delightful features, such as his well-defined chin and cheekbones and properly iron skin tone. Indeed, his impressive masculine and muscular physique had the misfortune of being covered as well.

Val stopped admiring himself in a small puddle that had somehow amassed in... wherever it was these people were... and re-collected his thoughts, since his mind had been derailed by the aforementioned puddle. "Ah, yes, now, does anyone have the slightest idea as to where we are standing right now? I was not paying attention when I was dragged angrily by this man who mumbled something about a 'game' about this 'mafia' and 'town'. All's I do remember, is that I have an urge to request for more roles(/rolls), whatever that means. Perhaps it means I'm hungry. I dunno"

"Most strange indeed." *Forsworn said, watching Val closely*

[Galnius]

"Perhaps" states Galnius, while beating a dead rat woth his false-ruby encrusted cane, "It means thou are missing your dice?"

"Personally, I'm rather curious as to why we're even having this discussion now, or where." Noted Valrifell, twirling his elegant 1920's style handlebar mustache, complete with the curls. The remainder of this devilishly handsome character was purposefully obscured by an ominous dark cloak-looking thingy which had been acquired from the Polish in a delightful story involving crumpets, tea, and starting the second world war. Such a cloak was necessary in order to obscure his delightful features, such as his well-defined chin and cheekbones and properly iron skin tone. Indeed, his impressive masculine and muscular physique had the misfortune of being covered as well.

Val stopped admiring himself in a small puddle that had somehow amassed in... wherever it was these people were... and re-collected his thoughts, since his mind had been derailed by the aforementioned puddle. "Ah, yes, now, does anyone have the slightest idea as to where we are standing right now? I was not paying attention when I was dragged angrily by this man who mumbled something about a 'game' about this 'mafia' and 'town'. All's I do remember, is that I have an urge to request for more roles(/rolls), whatever that means. Perhaps it means I'm hungry. I dunno"

[Harkback Union]

"I am not crazy!" - Harkback screamed, just as he finished scratching spiral shapes into the wall with his fingernails. He then untied his purple-yellow bow tie to free up his airways and continued screaming... - "Suppose one of us would be killed tonight by a group of conspirators! Suppose that afterwards, we set out to find these conspirators and lynch them one by one! Now, would the first victim of these conspirators play any role in the lynchings, or in our story? No! He might as well have been an inflatable sex doll or a bag of beans, it won't matter!" - Harkback paused for a moment to catch his breath. - "I say we make a bag of beans for potential serial killers to murder!"

[Super-Llamaland]

NIGHT HAS ENDED, PLEASE HOLD

[Super-Llamaland]

"...and that's why I think the pre-revolutionary economy of India was unable to support- Lunas?" The member of Unit 8 looked over at the person he had spoken to for the entire night.

Lunas wasn't there.

"ERMIGERD GUYS WHERE'S LUNA"

Somebody opened the bathroom door, and there he was, his body dripping blood.

Unit 8 wept, not just for their comrade, but because they now knew that the intruders had struck. And they would strike again, every night, until they were eliminated.

---

Lunas Legion, Regular Townie, has died! Day Two starts now and ends in at 6:00 PM EASTERN TIME FRIDAY!

[The Forsworn Knights]

"...and that's why I think the pre-revolutionary economy of India was unable to support- Lunas?" The member of Unit 8 looked over at the person he had spoken to for the entire night.

Lunas wasn't there.

"ERMIGERD GUYS WHERE'S LUNA"

Somebody opened the bathroom door, and there he was, his body dripping blood.

Unit 8 wept, not just for their comrade, but because they now knew that the intruders had struck. And they would strike again, every night, until they were eliminated.

---

Lunas Legion, Regular Townie, has died! Day Two starts now and ends in at 6:00 PM EASTERN TIME FRIDAY!

"Damn it." *Forsworn said, banging his fist on a table* "Not only was Lunas not one of those bastards, but now he is dead." *Forsworn looked out the window, clenching his fist* "Hmm... Lunas wasnt one of them... That just leaves G-tech, my old friend Naval, Galn, San, Aden, Val, Mirakai, Elect, Hark, Genera, Murov, and me... Hmm... I think I shall take note of those who I can prove are innocent, and those who I believe are innocent. Now just to get my notebook out..."
*Forsworn sat in a corner, eyeing everyone suspiciously as he began his list*

[Harkback Union]

That's what I talked about. Did lunas play any role in the game?
no.
He was just randomly killed. This whole thing was just a huge waste of time for him. This game doesn't make sense like this.

[The Forsworn Knights]

That's what I talked about. Did lunas play any role in the game?
no.
He was just randomly killed. This whole thing was just a huge waste of time for him. This game doesn't make sense like this.

*Forsworn looked up, adopting a yoda accent* "Maste Harkback, hmm?"

[Super-Llamaland]

DAY TWO, STATUS COUNT ZERO

There are currently three mafia and nine town alive. The day ends in two days and two hours.

ELECTRUM HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH UNSTELLAR, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

G-Tech Corporation
San Llera
Electrum
Gainius
The Forsworn Knights
Murovanka
Harkback Union
Generallia
Lunas Legion (regular townie) KILLED N1
Valrifell
Aden Protectorate
Naval Monte

[Harkback Union]

I vote for sacrificing G-tech to bring back lunas.

[Mirakai]

"Look guys, all I want to say was that I was magically chained to my bed for whatever reason the entire night..."

[Galnius]

This is an outrage! A scandal! You know...g-tech was talking about pinching, and murdering, I bet...I bet he did it! Say we ##LYNCH G-TECH! Then, just maybe, the murdering may wane!

[Harkback Union]

"Look guys, all I want to say was that I was magically chained to my bed for whatever reason the entire night..."

You mean, roleblocked?

Also, this:

Paparazzi
You are the PAPARAZZI! Along with <asdf>, the PUPPETEER, and <asdf>, the HOOKER, your goal is to eliminate enough townies so that you are equal to or outnumber the town (e.g. two scum-two town or one scum-no town). You may vote on a person to kill each night. Your special power is that each night, you may select one person. If you are lynched the next day, that person's role will be revealed.

Doesn't make any sense.

[Harkback Union]

##LYNCH Galnius.

Just a hunch.
Mafia tend to be 2nd to jump on bandwagons.

[Mirakai]

"Look guys, all I want to say was that I was magically chained to my bed for whatever reason the entire night..."

You mean, roleblocked?

Also, this:

Paparazzi
You are the PAPARAZZI! Along with <asdf>, the PUPPETEER, and <asdf>, the HOOKER, your goal is to eliminate enough townies so that you are equal to or outnumber the town (e.g. two scum-two town or one scum-no town). You may vote on a person to kill each night. Your special power is that each night, you may select one person. If you are lynched the next day, that person's role will be revealed.

Doesn't make any sense.

Yes