Mini 658 - Facedown and Thirsty Mafia (Game Over)

[yellowbounder]

We're stuck inside this small restuarant, and it doesn't have any food. But there's something lurking. Deal with it, before it deals with you. As in, kills. Not as in, value meal.

Please try again some other day. You really did try.

Not Thirsty

Mokina, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter
Kairyuu, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
RandomGem, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape

Facedown and didn't dodge

Bobbins,

Pointless NPC

, decapitated Pregame.
drake_259,

Cool Action Sequence

, Elite Bodyguard, Pro-Town, ran out of CGI budget, Day 1.
bird1111,

Chocolate Monika Moose

, Special Cop, Pro-Town, killed in a sudden stampede of unicorns, Night 1

Nightwolf

Natirasha,

Herd of Unicorns

, Serial Killer, None, suffered internal strife and ceased to exist, Day 2.
DragonsofSummer,

Brick of "Asses"

, Doctor, Pro-Town, was baked into a McDonald's hamburger, and accidentally consumed, Night 2.
Bobbins,

No-Lynch Character

, was not lynched Day 3.
ChannelDelibird,

SAM

, Townie, was turned off Night 3.
StrangerCoug,

Tragic Love Story

, Townie, died many years ago on Day 4

Iron Man

Korts,

Elusive Glass of Water

, Bulletproof Townie, was partially evaporated in 18 End Game Street.

nhat

iamausername,

Used Projectile Bed

, Yes-he-was-a-Townie, stained by ink, and thus unusable, at the End of the Game.

malthusis

Zakeri,

Chaff Gun

, Vote Blocker, fate unknown. In a bad way.

[yellowbounder]

Rules:

(stolen from Mr. Flay)

• Votes must be in bold for them to count, like this:
  Vote: ChannelDelibird
  . Unvotes should also be bolded (
  Unvote: yellowbounder
  ) so that I can spot them easier, but it's not required.
• A simple majority of votes (1/2 the number of living players plus one, rounded down) will achieve a lynch and end the Day. Unvoting after that point will not save someone's life. If a deadline is imposed, the required number of votes may be lowered, so be careful.
• Nights will last up to 72 hours, but may be shorter if all night choices are in before the deadline.
• Dead men tell no tales. If you get killed, stop talking until the game is over.
• Do not discuss this game with other players outside of this thread, unless your role PM specifically stated you could do so.
• Do not directly quote any PMs you receive; I have already posted the roles above, but this holds true for any future messages you receive from me as well.
• Treat this game as a commitment; if you're going to be gone for longer than 48 hours (not counting weekends),
  let us know
  . I will replace severely inactive players, but your fellow players may choose to lynch you themselves first.
• Any action which would be illegal to
  actually do
  is also illegal to
  fake
  (for example, posting a
  made-up
  PM that shows a Cop result of guilty/innocent).
• Have fun; don't be an ass;
  participate
  !

[yellowbounder]

This is a closed setup.

However, all pro-town roles have the following message.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

[yellowbounder]

It is

Pregame

.

You're stuck in this gigantic restaurant, but of course, you wouldn't want to judge people on their appearances, because you personally don't look very normal either.

There is a feeling of evil that surrounds everything, or maybe it's just that guy in the corner singing.

There is a slight rumble. You turn and look again, and that singing guy is dead on the floor. Blunt trauma apparently.

Maybe this restaurant isn't as "safe" as it once was!

[yellowbounder]

Day 1

The sun rises on your merry band of people, who quickly remember the shapeless nameless evil that infests the lands.

I build some sort of temporary shelter.

(6) You quickly construct a fantastic shelter, which means while you guys are stuck in McDonald's, you can live (and sleep) in comfort.

Roll to dodge: 1

Bobbins does not notice as he is decapitated.

Bobbins,

Pointless NPC

, killed Pregame.

Remember, who knows who is out there? Find people, and vote to exile them from your group. Whether this "exile" involves pointy sticks or not, remains to be seen.

[yellowbounder]

A-Postion-Of-The-Foot-In-The-Mouth Vote Count

1 - ChannelDelibird (Mokina)

3 - Mokina (bird1111, Iron Man, StrangerCoug)

2 - StrangerCoug (nhat, malthusis)
1 - Iron Man (ChannelDelibird)
1 - RandomGem (drake_259)
1 - drake_259 (RandomGem)
1 - DragonsofSummer (Nightwolf)
1 - Nightwolf (DragonsofSummer)

1 - None (Kairyuu)

because at this point the infection is so great that the only total cure is complete amputation and besides what is this guy doing in this restaurant he should b out there saving the world and there is nothing standing between us and them and who knows who is in this restaurant anyway jim has disappeared and im hearing growling noises in my head and im worried hello hello is anyone there i thought i heard something from the corner wait what is that aah

[yellowbounder]

Hold-On-Boys-You-Can't-All-Die-At-Once Votecount

3 - StrangerCoug (nhat, malthusis, Mokina)
3 - Kairyuu (DragonsofSummer, drake_259, StrangerCoug)
3 - drake_259 (Iron Man, ChannelDelibird, bird1111)

2 - DragonsofSummer (Nightwolf, Kairyuu)

1 - None (RandomGem)

but when they find me im sure they will kill me i think you are all evil i mean you have such strange names i do not know why i even did sign up for this tour i mean it is all dark in here and i cannot move and i can here things moving in the darkness and it is not pleasant i am sure there is someone else in here with me i cannot even remember how i got here what is going on

[yellowbounder]

Nightwolf is replaced by Natirasha.

[yellowbounder]

I'm-late-I'm-late-for-an-important-date Vote Count

1 - nhat (drake_259)

6 - drake_259 (Iron Man, ChannelDelibird, bird1111, malthusis, nhat, Kairyuu)

1 - DragonsofSummer (Natirasha)

4 - None (RandomGem, Mokina, StrangerCoug, DragonsofSummer)

Seven

is a magic number. Reach seven, and there may be consequences.

help me i am stuck in a small place

Apologies for the lateness of the counting.

[yellowbounder]

There is an awful lot of discussion on the very first day. Some may argue that people were talking really quickly, but no one noticed the small gibbering mouse in the corner, talking in words that no one could understand or notice.

Then

drake_259

looked a little suspicious. Maybe it was the fact you could see explosions in his eyes, or the fact that his muscles seemed primed for a sudden burst of perfect coordination.

So, you knotted a noose, and told him to get in. The effect this had on him was tremendous; he instantly jumped up into the air, and swung on the overhead chandelier.

Wait... there wasn't a chandelier there before. In fact, it appeared just at the point where he grabbed it. You stare in shock, and then get back to attempting to kill him. He then jumps into the air, and stops. You seemed to have stopped as well, but you notice the camera floating in mid-air, revolving around him.

The train is now leaving the platform, and he runs up to it, being pursued by the lynch mob on motorbikes. He runs, and just at the point where he's about to land on the train, and starts to turn into the

Incredible Hulk

, and then...

...he runs out of CGI budget, and promptly vanishes.

Dammit, he looked useful.

drake_259 (

Cool Action Sequence

, Elite Bodyguard, Pro-Town), ran out of CGI budget, Day 1.

[yellowbounder]

You yawn, ignoring the spontaneous apperance of a chandelier, and train platform, and go to sleep.

why do not you just take the train and escape from mcdonalds you silly silly people why are you still ignoring me you know this is not very fair just because i am small and stuck in a small dark place

It is now Night 1. Night ends Wednesday, 3rd September 2008.

[yellowbounder]

The sun rises on the quaint little village, containing only a demolished house, an army base, and a McDonald's (with a train station).

It is a peaceful morning, and you all rise peacefully in a peaceful fashion. You realise that you've been bloodthirsty, and you all agree to just leave everyone be.

Then, you hear a rumbling noise.

bird1111

is sitting in the fridge. Being a chocolate "Monika" moose requires constant refrigeration, as otherwise you could go bad. He was reviewing a letter he had received from someone, informing him that this person wasn't the representative of a fast food chain.

He sighs.

Then he hears the rumbling noise again. You all move away from the wall slowly, but suddenly a huge herd of unicorns phases through the wall, and stampede wildly. There is a huge commotion, and you all cease paying attention to everyone else.

When the dust clears (amid the noise of camera flashes), bird1111 is lying dead on the floor, his moose is well and truly chocolated(tm).

bird1111 (

Chocolate Monika Moose

, Special Cop, Pro-Town) killed in a sudden stampede of unicorns, Night 1

[yellowbounder]

It is Day 2.

Today's special is Chocolate Moose! Oh wait... never mind.

With only 10 "people" "alive", it's "six" "votes" to "lynch".

[yellowbounder]

Is-Anyone-There (Top-of-the-Page) Vote Count

10 - None (RandomGem, Mokina, StrangerCoug, DragonsofSummer, Iron Man, ChannelDelibird, malthusis, nhat, Kairyuu, Natirasha)

[yellowbounder]

This-wouldn't-have-happened-if-I-had-just-mind-crushed-him Vote Count

1 - Iron Man (ChannelDelibird)
1 - malthusis (Mokina)

3 - Natirasha (DragonsofSummer, StrangerCoug, Kairyuu)

5 - None (RandomGem, Iron Man, malthusis, nhat, Natirasha)

"Is anyone there?"
"Could you come over here?"

[yellowbounder]

Iron Man and malthusis have been prodded.

[yellowbounder]

I-prefer-the-term-"rich" Vote Count

1 - Mokina (StrangerCoug)
1 - Iron Man (ChannelDelibird)
1 - RandomGem (nhat)

3 - Natirasha (DragonsofSummer, Kairyuu, Mokina)

4 - None (RandomGem, Iron Man, malthusis, Natirasha)

Hey hey hey!

Six

to "down"!

[yellowbounder]

Brought to you by Photography End of Day Vote Count

1- Iron Man (ChannelDelibird)

6 - Natirasha (DragonsofSummer, Kairyuu, nhat, Mokina, StrangerCoug, Natirasha)

3 - None (RandomGem, Iron Man, malthusis)

Don't do that! It's not safe!

[yellowbounder]

They are coming.

After a long, and tiresome day's work of accusing people, the people of McDonald's slowly begin to tire of the whole concept of lynching people. Then there is a rumble, a slow building shaking of the whole building.

We must go!

People look around, but the noise seems to come from the air itself. Then, in almost an anticlimax, a herd of unicorns burst out of the wall. People shriek in terror, but the unicorns seem to be stampeding... themselves.

Their cameras are crushed, their hair brushes are slammed against the wall, and the 54% Horse DNA carriers (and 23% Sparkle RNA) are beaten to death with hooves. Then, when at least six unicorns, with silly hair, are dead, bleeding unicorn blood (it's all the colours of the rainbow, and twice as yummy), the herd vanishes, a single hair floating in the breeze, and is all that remains.

Natirasha (Herd of Unicorns, Serial Killer, None), suffered internal strife and ceased to exist, Day 2.

[yellowbounder]

Aside from some small person going around poking people in the face, you all decide to go to sleep.

It is now Night 2. Night ends Saturday 27th of September.

[yellowbounder]

The end of the night has been extended slightly to allow for some more replacements.

Korts replaces Iron Man.

iamausername replaces nhat.

malthusis is being replaced.

[yellowbounder]

Cockadoodledo!

The sun rises in a slow methodical fashion, casting its rays across the restaurant, where everyone's frail forms are scattered over the floor and bad plastic chairs.

People start rising, yawning, and some start fishing around in the kitchen, looking for any food to start the day. Someone does a headcount, and realises that there's only eight people.

However, on the upside, there's a fresh load of hamburgers, with their only problem being a bits of brick dust.

Then someone finishes taking names, and realises that

DragonsofSummer

is missing.

The last burger has a brick in it. The brick has "asses" written on the side of it. There is also a used medical kit embedded in the bun, as well as a name badge.

Hi, my name is

DragonsofSummer

.

Ask me about reconstructive surgery!

DragonsofSummer (

Brick of "Asses"

, Doctor, Pro-Town) was baked into a McDonald's hamburger, and accidentally consumed, Night 2.

[yellowbounder]

Day 3.

[yellowbounder]

Nothing-I-say-will-make-the-pain-go-away Vote Count

1 - StrangerCoug (Kairyuu)

3 - No Lynch (RandomGem, StrangerCoug, Mokina)

4 - None (Korts, malthusis, iamausername, ChannelDelibird)

8 equals 5.

ChannelDelibird has been prodded. malthusis is being replaced. You guys don't need any more excuses from me, you just need a mod. I'll do my best, although to ensure the success of the game, MeMe has been given the full night history and Role PMs, so if I need to be replaced (which hopefully won't happen), you won't miss many beats.

[yellowbounder]

malthusis is replaced by Zakeri.

[yellowbounder]

With a burning mind
The sailor sighs
His eyes are open
But no one's inside

Do you like my clown?
Or is it your fault that they died?
I tried, I tried

But in the end
The whole world's going 'round the bend

Bobbins was lynched. He was a

Pointless NLC (Day Roleblocker)

.

[yellowbounder]

I decide to swing on the candels and then land in the ckae.

(1) You are beaten to death by a bunch of librarians, due to your crimes against the English language.

Although, now that I think about it, you do have a sort of librarian look about you. Yes, I see it now, there's that vein in your eye that twitches when you behold people who you feel are below you.

Roll to dodge: 3

You appear on Who Do You Think You Are, and discover that you were adopted. That's not necessarily a bad thing, considering your parents!

I point my fingers at everyone, thinking that they are mafia.

EDIT: come on YB, /bump/bump/bump!

(6) You point fingers at everyone, including yourself. Unfortunately, you are bumped off by the town, after you appear very suspicious of yourself.

The next day dawns; this game is getting kind of dull dully dull dull.

(1) It's now night time. By the way, have you seen my wit lately? Because it just got razor sharp!

Roll to dodge: 4

You are being assaulted by cinema clichés, including "burning up" with a fever, jumping through glass windows, and shouting at the X-Factor (or Pop Idol, pick and chose Americuroepeans).

Hey, it's Night 3! Take two prods, and see me in the morning, in roughly 72 hours.

[yellowbounder]

I'm leaving!

(1) You walk through a revolving door, but get a little bit carried away, and keep on going. And going. And going.

[yellowbounder]

Time passes in an agonising fashion, and everyone sits around tapping their feet impatiently, occasionally throwing chewing gum at the ceiling. Most of this projectile gum falls to the ground, but occasionally a piece sticks.

Then the ceiling is shattered by a huge missile coming from within the restaurant. There is a rumbling, as the ceiling starts to crumble, and various support beams are destroyed, causing the whole building to become precariously unsteady.

As well as this unexpected missile, there is a sharp clicking noise, and the sound of a pen dropping to the floor, followed by a loud curse.

Once this seemingly random description passes, you all crawl out of your doorways, and aisles, and quickly take note of the situation.

The first person that comes to your attention is

RandomGem

. He's clutching his eyes, while grumbling, and seems to be covered in some sort of grain, or grain residue. This doesn't seem to be hurting him, but he loudly exclaims that without his lucky pen, he won't be able to vote.

You shrug, and continue looking around, determined to find the cause of the earlier missile launch. You keep looking for several hours longer than seventy two, until you remember to check the kitchen.

You find that what you had assumed to be the kitchen was actually a giant

Surface-to-Air Missile Launcher

, and that this was the probable cause of the building's half destruction.

It seems to be in good condition, apart from the fact that it's control panel appears to have been made into a deep fat fryer. Unfortunately, it seems beyond repair, since no one wants to put their hands into that grease. Even when there's a tiny switch in the off position, marked

ChannelDelibird

.

[yellowbounder]

ChannelDelibird, SAM,

Townie

, was turned off Night 3.

RandomGem cannot vote today.

It is now Desert 4.

The air is starting to get hot and sticky, and it's getting hard for people to breathe. There's still something out there, you can barely make it out through the mist. So tired...

[yellowbounder]

Yeah, so I lost the bet, and have to do the vote count for yellowbounder. Damn dice rolls.

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[size=0]Bobbins is a loser.[/size]

Mod: Korts just switched his vote.

Korts: I still don't like voting to test whether or not the mod is lying.

(6) I think you're incorrect. The vote count was ALWAYS correct.

alwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalwaysalways

[yellowbounder]

@yellowbounder: Well I think

you

are incorrect, because malthusis transformed into zakeri some time ago.

(4) The mod sighs in indignation, noting that his poor bookkeeping has finally caught up to him. Now he will wander the world in despair, his soul cruelly snatched from him, because he forgot to send his Role PM to MeMe.

Roll to dodge: 3

Unfortunately for you, the game starts to slow down without the mod's constant input, and eventually you don't know what happens in the end, and no one wins.

Ever again.

[yellowbounder]

I ate things covered in chocolate.

(6) You have eaten things covered in chocolate, you are eating things covered in chocolate, and you will eat things covered in chocolate in the future. You have eaten, and will eat, to eat again.

Roll to dodge: 2

Turns out you're allergic to chocolate, and you start swelling up, as the reaction causes the production of helium, which means you swell up. Like a balloon. So, you're all big and stuff. You get the picture.

I fashion a crude basket out of the balloon, and fly into the air.

(6) You effortlessly encourage everyone that this is a good thing to do, and they all willingly assist you in weaving the wicker basket in the shape of a man. You climb inside, and they allow you to take off, by setting the wicker man on fire.

Roll to dodge: 6

You are not being shot by SAM Missiles. I wonder why?

Better-get-the-attack-dogs Vote Count

3 - StrangerCoug (Kairyuu, Korts, iamausername)

2 - Korts (Mokina, StrangerCoug)

1 - None (Zakeri)

RandomGem doesn't have a vote. So there are six votes, so a majority is four.

[yellowbounder]

The rain falls in the evening, and the smell is cooling and refreshing, but only for your nose, not for your soul.

You stare into the eyes of a portrait on the wall, and cry a single tear that drops down onto the ground. It lands softly on the carpet, and glistens in the moonlight.

It is over. He is dead. Your lover is gone.

StrangerCoug, Tragic Love Story,

Townie

, passed away many years ago, on Day 4.

weeping crying sighing, sadness, alone, truly along, will anyone rescue me, im trapped under this giant missile launcher

[yellowbounder]

Time passes, and silence falls on the once busy McDonalds.

It is now Night 4.

What happens now? Trust me.

[yellowbounder]

96 hours had just passed. The clock chimed twelve, and midnight was upon us.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

This is utterly stupid and pointless waiting around. I make it daytime. NOW.

(5) The sun then decided today was a good day to rise, and the sun and the moon were then both visible in the sky.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Roll to dodge: 1

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Unfortunately, the sun and the moon start moving into the same space, and it starts getting darker, as a total eclipse of the Heart occurs. (Heart is the trademarked name for the sun, by McDonald's, and all rights are reserved.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

You all wake up from your sleep, hearing a vauge noise in the air, that sounds reminiscent of a helicopter. The first to stand up is

iamausername

, who gallops over to the window on his three and a half legs. The forth bedpost is half broken, and his crumpled frame drags on the floor, sheets hanging limply off, like dislocated fingers on a puppy.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

He screams, as thin strips of duct tape burst out of

RandomGem

, and wrap around him. The locker swings open, revealing a dark black maw, filled to the brim with duct tape, glistening in the sun/moonlight, each covered in a new and exotic type of ink.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

There is a melodic whistle, and

Korts

simply floats into the air, making a beautiful noise, like singing wine glasses. He tilts slightly, and pure clean water drips onto the floor, causing the duct tape to stop dragging a

Used Projectile Bed

, and start lapping the water off the floor. The bed starts hobbling away, towards the revolving door, which only now had been unlocked.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Then a Cleansing Fire of Hell springs from the ground, and out of it, steps

Kairyuu

, an evil smile upon his yellow-and-red-face. He bends his fingers, and the very restaurant bends with them, hurling the Elusive Glass of Water against the wall, where is smashes into thousands of pieces, droplets of water evaporating in the sunlight.

Korts,

Elusive Glass of Water

, Bulletproof Townie, was partially evaporated in 18 End Game Street.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Then the locker, no longer distracted by the water, grabbed the bed, and hurled it, screaming, into the dark depths. (Did I mention it's shadowy and stuff?)

iamausername,

Used Projectile Bed

, Yes-he-was-a-Townie, stained by ink, and thus unusable, at the End of the Game.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

There was the sound of rice chaff sprayed against the ceiling, as

Zakeri

propelled itself via a stream of pellets through the hole into the ceiling, and out into the blue sky.

Then it blinked, and saw the monstrosity of the undead zombie ghost vampire helicopter heading towards it. It fired a single shot.

Monika

, UH-1Y Choppa, is unable to vote today.

[yellowbounder]

That's it? The game just ends there?

This mod sucks.

(4) The game ends there.

[yellowbounder]

BOOM!

chopchop click

i told you so that this is a very small place oh dear that rice boy is dead i liked that gun i guess the game is over then is not it i mean the mafia won obviously since they had such cool powers i do not think it was balanced it is small and dark here

Zakeri,

Chaff Gun

, Vote Blocker, fate unknown. In a bad way.

[yellowbounder]

The game is over now. Here is now a review of sorts.

Ouch town, seriously, OUCH.

However, I'd like to make my mod announcements now:

Thanks for sticking with the game, despite my poor abilities at remembering that I was supposed to be doing this, I was really motivated by this surge of activity (obviously in Lynch or Lose), it means a lot.

I don't have too much to say, apart from the Unicorn/Unicorn Tamer claim didn't seem very logical, neither did the self vote. Also, I'm not sure whether there ever was a Wii in RtD.

The game was made by making a list of my favourite RtD roles, and then assigning them some random roles. Yes, it was made easy by such lucky scum choices, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing the Role PMs for this game.

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

And ignore Bobbins. He's just jealous of my hair.

[yellowbounder]

3 Townies
1 Vote Blocker
1 Elite Bodyguard
1 Godfather Cop
1 Doctor

1 SK
3 Mafia

You are a product forged in war, designed to kick as much ass as possible. Your creator envisioned you as the perfect weapon, the ultimate gun. You would have brought destruction on a local scale.

Unfortunately, instead, you are a

Brick of "asses"

. You have "asses" written as graffiti on your side. You are not a weapon of awesomeness, in fact you're not even a weapon.

You spent your time, after your creation, trying to enlist in the military, but it turns out that they're racist against brick-red people. So you trudged over to the Medical School of Healing, next door. Now you can extract bullets, remove trampling wounds, and even revive people from certain atomic disintegration. Provided that you're on the scene.

This actually means that if someone is killed, even in the next room, you won't be able to save them in time. This is mostly due to practicalities, since you're a brick, and don't have legs. People call you a Doctor, but you think yourself as a failed tool of destruction.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

It's an Urban Legend that chaff is worthless. In fact, the CIA have spent a very large sum of money on developing a

Chaff Gun

, a gun that shoots chaff.

Unfortunately, you don't work very well. In 93% of test regimes, the only affect you had on the target was that they were unable to vote, due to the difficulty of using a pen when being sprayed with high velocity husks. (The other 7% used a pencil.)

As such, apart from your constant use to rig elections all over the world, you are worthless to the CIA. You now spend your time (when you're not rigging elections, all over the world), sitting along in this chair, staring at the sunset (but at only certain times of the day, ie. sunset).

But now, you can use your abilities for good! (Since rigging elections is EVIL, you feel guilty.)

Each night, you may PM the mod a name. That person will constantly be sprayed with chaff during the night, causing him to lose all his pens. That person will not be able to vote during the next day, until the evening comes, where he can buy another pen.

Remember, you're not Worthless(tm).

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

As you run down the gutter, you are pursued by vicious man eating pandas, armed with handheld rocket launchers, on motorbikes. You pause for a moment, then do a triple back-flip, and land on one of their motor bikes. You punch the panda off, then do a 1080 degree flip, as the panda shoots you in slow motion.

Then you speed off, ricochet off a building, and cause the collapse of the city, all to crush the pandas. However, the Mayor-Bot is angry at the destruction, and grabs you with his huge Hand of Bureaucracy! Luckily, you spend about $3,000,000 on CGI for a

Cool Action Sequence

, and you escape.

You are in this general area, when you here about bad people, doing bad things. Obviously, this calls for a Cool Action Sequence to save them!

Every night, you can protect someone. If that person is attacked, you can pour the rest of your CGI budget into making sure they escape in a completely Cool fashion, while killing the pursuer. Unfortunately, this game only has budget for one Cool Action Sequence, and you will "die" if your protection is used. In essence, you are an Elite Bodyguard, but you will look so much cooler.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

You are the

Duct Tape Locker

. Born in darkness, raised in shadow, and living in... a locker, you are the very incarnation of darkness, shadows, and lockers. As such, you live only to trap lesser beings within your shadowy folds of duct tape. These people quickly die, for your very duct tape is poisonous to flesh, or at least, so sticky that people quickly cannot move.

However, the darkness is awoken frequently these days, by a bunch of noisy random people, who make random things fall from the sky, and turn into robots with great impunity. This angers the darkness, and thus you, as an incarnation of the darkness.


You must cleanse this holy place. Or at least, kill all the people in this McDonald's restaurant. Provided you can get some rest, that'll be great, so you've teamed up with other incarnations of evil and destruction (and fast food).

In this evil team (read: Team Evil(tm)), there is yourself, and then an evil avatar of the very restaurant you rest in. He's evil.
Then there is a ghost (or just very dead) helicopter, which for some reason has an overwhelming desire to kill people. You're kind of sketchy on the details, but what is important, is that together, you can kill them all. (Did I mention you're all dark and stuff?)

You can implant shadow thoughts in the others minds, and they can sort of whimper back, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

You are pure.

You are clean.

You are elusive.

You are in a glass.

You are an

Elusive Glass of Water

.

Everyone is thirsty, but you cannot move.

You cannot be killed at night.

They find the prospect of quenching their burning thirst more important.

You are bullet-proof.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

You are a helicopter. A

UH-1Y "CHOPPA"

more precisely.

Everyone thinks that you're an undead zombie ghost vampire, but actually the truth is much simpler. You're just rather annoyed.

You were built out of random parts rather short notice, and then when your pilot collapsed into unconsciousness, you crashed in the military's back yard. They then shot you several times. Now you're a bit of wreck.

Logically, you are rather angry at the people responsible, so you've decided to kill everyone in the McDonald's restuarant. I never said you were a clever helicopter, just angry.

You're part of a team, of other people who want these guys dead. There's a restaurant guy, and a sort of metal door that eats people. You don't really care, provided everyone is dead at the end of it.

You can use primitve radio communication, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

You are

McDonald's

. Or more specifically, the physical incarnation of the very McDonald's restaurant, which seems to have seen so much trouble of late.

You have grown extremely tired of the people who just sit around, dancing, stripping, fighting, being killed by unicorns, and generally not buying McDonald's products. As such, you have formed a small organised group of killers, led by yours truly.

As well as yourself, there are two others, on your "team". There is a locker within the very bowels of the restaurant, that swallows people, and never lets them see the light of day again. There is also an undead (or at least dead) helicopter, taking revenge on these people for leaving it, broken and burnt, in the remains of a military base, next to the military, who shot it, many many many times.

Each of you has a telepathic connection to the others, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run, except one. Someone is looking for you. Beware.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

As Shakespeare said, "Knowledge is power".

That is why you are a knowledge gathering machine. Or more accurately a knowledge-gathering moose!

No, you see, your very preconceptions of a moose are flawed. Let us go on a journey back into time.

You see, here is the war of Thirst. People ravage and kill over people, because they are thirsty. That is why it is called the war of Thirst.

*bang*

Oh crap, that wasn't the time machine, was it?

*boom*

Ah. Well... I guess you can see the war close up,

Chocolate Monika Moose

!

You are delicious and chocolately, and utterly kick-ass. Well, you would kick ass, if you had any feet. But unfortunately, you're all alone. You need mass production, in order to reproduce. You need some sort of fast food chain, in order to get a big enough collection of mooses (or is it moosi?). Each night, you may check whether someone is a fast food chain or not. If you find a fast food chain, you will enter mass production. And then you will gain a VERY important piece of knowledge.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

MOD NOTE: This is basically a McDonald's cop. Upon finding McDonald's, the Monika Moose is told that that person is McDonald's, and is scum.

Beds are not projectiles. They are not supposed to be flung at high velocity at walls containing metal pipes, electric cabling, bricks, and plaster. They are not designed to survive plumetting two stories, and they are not resistant to sniper fire.

That is why you cannot do very much, as a used

Projectile Bed

.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

People call you a "tool" of the military. They claim that the military control you, and your actions. They're right.

You're a

SAM Launcher

. You shoot huge missiles, at aircraft. They then tend to blow up, and scatter the people on board, everywhere.

As such, you would generally think that you'd be useful in an escapade like this, but practically there are three concerns.

First of all, you don't have a power source for your missiles. There has been a massive power-cut, and there was a freak unicorn stampede near the backup power plant yesterday, meaning that unfortunately you are currently powered by two AA batteries.

The second concern, is that due to personal safety (and the safety of others), you cannot aim at the ground. An automated safety system informs you of this, before locking you down if you attempt such a thing.

Finally, you wasted all your missiles shooting a helicopter yesterday.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

A long stare into each other's eyes. A heartfelt sigh. The slow pitter patter of rose petals against the windows. A sudden death. The tears, the sadness. Pity. Mourning. Morning. Holy. You are a

Tragic Love Story

, aren't you?

A room, a place. A house, the people. They fight, they shout. So lonely. A person clings to another. Another pushes him away.

It is tragic. They will never be together. And you will never be able to mourn unless the evil is smote. You have nothing, you have no one. You are a mere townsperson.

It is dark here. Hold me while I cry softly.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

Equus unicornus

Similar to the landbased horse, the recent apperance of

Unicorn Stampedes

has taken the world's scientists by storm. Unicorns contain up to 54% of Horse DNA, but 23% Sparkle RNA. This means that they're beautiful and pretty, but actually more alien than the housefly. They appear to be intelligent, and use this intelligence to stampede over populated areas, appearing out of thin air, running over people until they are dead, and then vanishing, pausing only to take photographs of the local landmarks, and brush their hair.

How they do these things with no hands, nobody knows.

There are people in the way of this restaurant. Purge them. Every last one. Each night, you may speak a name. That name will die.

We kill, almost in a Serial Killer fashion. But they do not understand why we fight.

And why they must die.

[yellowbounder]

Oh yeah, night history...

Night 1

DragonsofSummer protects ChannelDelibird
Monika kills ChannelDelibird
bird1111 investigates Natirasha (gets Not Fast Food Chain)
Natirasha kills bird1111
malthusis/Zakeri does not vote block.

Night 2

DragonsofSummer protects Monika
Kairyuu kills DragonsofSummer
malthusis/Zakeri does not vote block.

Night 3

Zakeri voteblocks RandomGem
Kairyuu kills ChannelDelibird.

Night 4

Monika kills Zakeri.
Zakeri never got to send the PM.

[yellowbounder]

The scum were really lucky with their night kills, they hit powerrole after powerrole; not to mention the unlucky lynches by the town.

[yellowbounder]

Night 4

Monika kills Zakeri.
Zakeri never got to send the PM.

Did somebody say... Monika?

I refuse to back down, Backwards Monika!

[yellowbounder]

@DoS: You were right the first time. It

is

Mokina, even though yellowbounder refuses to admit it.

You will never break me!