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[Mini-Phalla] of Brass: The Philosopher Kings (God Save The Queen: Cultist/Templar Win)
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This is why I despise cyclists
This bandwagon sure picked up steam.
I'm day 1'ing the first time I play with him. Going to the grave with that kind of info and not bothering to mention it to anyone is inexcusable.
Oh, I figured it was Zonugal; you voted for him here directly after you posted the reveal.
if you have a better idea, i am all ears.
Please ensure all your votes are where you wish them to be.
You are looking at the wrong bandwagon; Zonugal is on top right now. TRV had a little push, but I poked people about it and they were willing to change.
Then the Zonugal bandwagon picked up steam.
Zonugal 6
TheRoadVirus 4
Grunt's Ghosts 2
Gizzy 1
jdarksun 1
KetBra 1
kime 1
MrTLicious 1
Phyphor 1
premium 1
Retaba 1
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This is why I despise cyclists
Loser
TRV
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BradicusMaximus
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>->
TRV
(just kidding, I know this is after close)
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I don't know what powers Space Ghost has, but super-speed clearly isn't one of them.
Too soon?
Assuran 0 Zonugal Void Slayer
Gizzy 1 KetBra
Grunt's Ghosts 2 TheRoadVirus
Invictus 0 Zonugal
Iron Weasel 0 Gizzy
jdarksun 1 Zonugal
KetBra 1
kime 1 TheRoadVirus
Langly 0 TheRoadVirus
Lockeout 0 premium
Megafrost 0
MrTLicious 1 Phyphor
ObiFett 0 Zonugal
Phyphor 1 Zonugal TheRoadVirus
premium 1 TheRoadVirus Grunt's Ghosts TheRoadVirus
Retaba 1 MrTLicious
SeGaTai 0 Zonugal
SLyM 0 TheRoadVirus
The Anonymous 0 Grunt's Ghosts
TheRoadVirus 5 Grunt's Ghosts
vertroue 0 jdarksun
Void Slayer 0 Retaba
Zombie Hero 0
Zonugal 6 kime
No vote from Ke$sbra, Megafrost (???), or ZH. If I missed you, please let me know.
This is why I despise cyclists
Also, I play from a phone, so be please, be patience.
I AM NOT GOING TO BE THE VILLAGE HEAD!
I'm not going to post my vote until 10:50-10:59pm because I'm not going to be a sheepherder. As someone who has ran a game and been mafia during the whole "Seasons of the Mafia Wins" that seems to be continuing with the Deadlands game, it is important that everyone works hard to find the mafia. The mafia have been dancing on the corpses of villages for weeks now because the only thinking going on is the Village Head and the mafia are easily influencing them. And since I'm newish here, I can't be the best judge of character on how someone acts.
This is Arthur Norvulk, saying Good Luck and Good Night.
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One is dumber than the other
“I suppose it's true what they say,” Zonugal Joshua Langleyshire sighed as he swung his luggage atop the carriage. “Geniuses are feared before they are welcomed.”
The driver thought for a moment about whether he had ever actually heard that saying, then shook his head and let it go. Joshua stepped into the carriage and closed his eyes to relax. These intentions were quickly undone by a sharp rapping at the door.
“Mr. Langleyshire, yes?” Vice-Chancellor Daniel Mason asked. He extended a hand through the compartment's window. Confused by the gesture but unwilling to burn good will, Joshua accepted the handshake. “I would like you to know that in the event you are not a cultist in the service of dark and terrible gods, Skybarrow would like to apologize for this expulsion and will be happy to welcome you back after a full background check.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Joshua said awkwardly, “Though it is little consolation now.”
Daniel Mason nodded understandingly. “I hope that we can put this business behind us soon.” He stepped back from the carriage and gave a polite bow before gesturing to the driver. “I would deeply love to continue reading your writing, if you should continue away from school,” he assured Joshua as the coachman coaxed the horse awake. “You seemed on the verge of a great epiphany.”
He watched the carriage go, then began to walk down the road to Skybarrow himself. A seemingly meaningless detour off the path and into the woods below lead him to iron doors cast into the cliff side. A key was produced, a lock opened, and Daniel Mason entered the dank underbelly of the university.
“Are they in good condition, doctor?” he asked casually as he approached a poorly-lit room. Upon a slab was a man long dead, and standing above him was another longer alive. Sparks rose as the saw cut into the corpse's chest.
“As well as can be asked for, given the circumstances of passing,” the proverbial doctor answered. “Flesh is burnt and bones are missing, but their presence alone is astounding.”
Daniel walked to the table to look at the damage himself. The man could not be recognized – not with the charred skin upon his frame. But the frame itself – brass and burnished – was the clue to his identity.
“Isiah Melville,” the doctor said, “As our intelligence reported.”
“You're certain of that, despite his wounds?” Daniel asked. He did not question his associate's abilities, but the methods were unknown.
“It is chiseled into his chest,” he replied, gesturing at the mark. Daniel snorted. “Simple enough construction from what I've seen so far. I'm not a mechanic so I can't tell you those details. But the intent seems to be to replicate the general proportions of the body. Individual finger digits, flexible joints. Then coat in a layer of flesh, using what is necessary. He doesn't possess them now but I suspect they went so far as to put human eyes in.”
“I see...” Daniel made little effort to hide his disgust at the notion, but pressed onward. “Has our paramour returned?”
“No.”
The paramour crept quietly through the dormitory of Argonaut House. He reached the room he sought and tried the lock. Open. Good. Simple. Padded footsteps carried him in, reaching the resting place of his target.
Poor Megafrost Andrew Scanton. The paramour had nothing against him personally. He was pretty sure that he had shared a few brews in the past. But certain distasteful acts were necessary to earn one's place in the annals of the treacherous prince. The syringe was topped off. He placed it in Andrew's wrist and just...pushed down. It was that simple.
Yet Andrew did not stir, did not wake. No froth bubbled forth from his mouth with the traumatic dramatics of young comics. It perplexed the paramour to no end, until he noticed the growing damp among Andrew's covers. Pulling them aside, the wound was revealed. A strike through the chest, piercing deep enough to kill. Andrew had already perished.
And he had perished recently.
The paramour would not admit the speed at which he fled the dorms, nor would he credit the fear he felt to himself. As little information would be delivered as needed. Only in the privacy of his quarters would he think on what he saw as he looked back – the golden Dellano mask radiating an impossible pride in all directions, gleaming like an all-consuming sun.
Daniel flinched as another spark threw itself at him. The doctor seemed satisfied, at last placing down his saw and lifting his mask. “This should tell us what makes them tick,” he chuckled. Taking a crowbar, he ripped open the chest of the artificial man.
“Allllll aa-round the waaa-aatchtower,” 'Isiah' groaned abruptly. Daniel grabbed for a nearby hammer reflexively, but the doctor held up his hand.
“It's nothing,” he said, “Just a death rattle, for the soul.”
“Princesssss kept-t the vieewwwww.” The corpse-construct's features did not move. The voice came from within. “While all......the womeeeeen...”
Holding it aloft as though a hunting trophy, the doctor produced a huge green stone. Light barely glimmered inside, and dimmed every second. “Came...” it 'sang', “And went.... Barefoot...”
The light went out.
In the hopes that the madness of the shenanigans going on would at last grant her some time to relax and catch up on her marking, Void Slayer Danielle Parkins had retreated to a lecture hall to work slowly through the papers. So barren and empty was the room that it was readily apparent when she was joined.
“...Are you going to shoot me?” she finally asked of the man standing there. Her voice quivered in a way that she did not know it could.
“I will not let this school fall,” he answered.
Her mouth felt so, so dry. Trying not to shake, her tongue wet her lips. “That gun...must not be loaded,” she began, “For bringing a w-weapon like that into the building-”
She did not finish her hypothesis.
“Jade,” Daniel observed with amusement.
“Yes,” the doctor nodded, “I've never seen so much.”
“Then if these are based on Adabage design, then we at last know they must be trading with the Dominion,” Daniel said confidently. “How else could they acquire soulstone? What deals did Westspire cut to get those rocks, I wonder...”
“Kills two birds with one stone,” the doctor proposed. “Powers the automaton, while keeping the essence.”
Daniel nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. He was extraordinarily pleased with the verification of the cult's theory. “Well then,” he said, gesturing to the second body in the room.
“What about her?”
The Deceased
Zonugal: Joshua Langleyshire (Savant) – Expelled
Megafrost: Andrew Scanton – Excommunicated from flesh and Betrayed!
Void Slayer: Danielle Parkins (Professor Skinner's TA) – Silenced
The following debates will be taking place:
Zombie Hero is debating that dead players should receive the ability to send and receive messages to a single player of their choice, and may alter that choice each day. Grunt's Ghost opposes this, and has first post.
Phyphor is debating that there should be no maximum number of debates per day, and all Proposals with at least 4 votes of support move to the Argument. Invictus opposes this, and has first post.
Please do not begin debates until all PMs are out. Please do not discuss these PMs until they are all out. Upon all PMs being out, players are open to resume their expulsion, proposal, and support votes.
Day 2 ends at 8 PM PST Friday. Day 2 debates end an hour earlier, at 7 PM.
It's just as well. Probably was going to be borderline inactive this weekend.
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BEGIN!
Are you pro-Skybarrow University? I know this might seem a silly question, but I'd like to know.
I'm thinking you should tank your debate today. Letting the dead speak to someone really only benefits the village.
NEUTRALS WILL BE SHOT IF THEY TALK TO ME!
Its a favorite tactic for a mafia members/SKs to claim neutral so if your win condition says "Live to the end" talking to me will be against it. Be smart, keep your head down, and leave me to my witch hunts.