Worst role ideas?

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Not just random. It kills a random

Townie

. No chance of hitting scum == you want to be dead before night hits.

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Better Fritz role:

You are

Fritzler, BAMF

. You have unlimited daykills. These kills do not end the day. You win when everyone else is dead.

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Especially because I kept getting fooled by it... like the first four or five times it happened, at least. I think one time I even said "Oh great, you just executed your Doc" or something. >.<

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How about a maximum of one standard emote per post?

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dammit, can we please stop the "post restriction" roles which still allow morse? all they do is frustrate. if it's meant to prevent communication, ban code. if it's just meant to frustrate, then you're a bastard.

QFT

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It's hard to ban code though. I mean, let's say all a person can do is bark, then someone else is going to say "bark once for yes and twice for no." Then if the person barks once, do you modkill them?

You may not use numerous Voting actions to communicate via morse code or any other means.

You make it clear up front that you will not tolerate attempts to break or get around the coding ban. If I see somebody making an extended series of Votes/FoSes/IGMEOYs, I'll check it out to see if there's a hidden message in there. If I think there is, I'll apprehend the poster and take appropriate action.


I don't see why this is a problem. It's easy both to spot and to enforce.

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Yosarian's right, though; there's a grey area between what's a code and what isn't.

I don't see why this is a problem. It's easy both to spot and to enforce.

So what would you do about the "bark once/twice" example?

Depends on the situation, I think.

Most importantly, though, I feel that if you intend to cut off a type of communication, you should make it explicit up front. Let them know before that it's not allowed before it becomes an issue, and try to limit that grey area as much as possible. I don't think you can ever eliminate it entirely, but I still think that if you know what you want to permit and you can express that clearly to the players, you'll avoid any unnecessary debate about legality of actions or posts.

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You are the

Paragon of Mafia Hunters

. Everyone you vote for is 100% guaranteed to be mafia.

(How to implement this though? Should he turn people into death millers? Or everyone he votes for is immediately recruited into the mafia?)

This is the... Best. Role. EVAR!


Perhaps the game should start out with a single mafiate, and that anybody for whom the Paragon votes is turned into a Mafia Traitor. If the Paragon later states that he thinks they are pro-town, they revert back to their original role, or something like that. However, the original Mafia Godfather cannot be reverted, so that the Paragon cannot get a town win by stating that he thinks everybody is pro-town. Also, of course, the Paragon wouldn't know that he had this ability, so it's not as though he could state that everybody is pro-town and then play a game with only one scumbag.

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Glork: Mr Stoofer

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Man with no hat

You have no hat. You win when everyone who has a hat is dead.

I don't know why, but this made me literally fall over laughing.

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There really is. You can have town/mafia and hats/no-hats, along with other opposing factions. If you're a

Townie Hat-Wearing Ninja

, you'd have to kill all of the Mafiates, Hatless players, and Pirates.

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Svedeesh Cheff
Yuoo ere-a issenteeelly a feegilunte-a. Ifery neeght, yuoo moost terget a pleyer. Yuoo veell hefe-a tu pust THROV KNIFES ET: Pleyer tu geeen thees ebeelity. Yuoo moost meke-a tvu refferences tu zee mooppets iech pust, und pust in un "eccent." Nut dueeng thees veell resoolt in a mudkeell. Bork Bork Bork!

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As evidence that I am going insane, the first thing that came to mind when you said "a song about pirates" was You are a Pirate.

This video is

AMAZING

.

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Counterclaim-immune Goon

Anything you claim, if someone counterclaims you (mod's judgment), that person is struck dead as though by an unknown daykiller.

Make the counterclaimers become deathmillers, too.

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Other than the uber-randomness factor, that's actually a pretty cool role.

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You mean the run-on sentences and the stream-of-consciousness typing style?

Yeah, I'd hate that, too.

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You mean the run-on sentences and the stream-of-consciousness typing style?

Yeah, I'd hate that, too.

Really? Perfect role for you then.


You are

James Joyce

and as such your goal is to write what many people consider to be an amazing novel, (though the person writing this role pm disagrees and wishes you to die a fiery, painful death, somewhere on some distanct planet where it is hotter than Hades, like perhaps on Mercury, assuming, of course, it would be possible to somehow send you to Mercury, because, we, as humans, lack the technology to do so and must content ourselves with exploring the moon, if it is in fact possible to land on the moon, as many people assume that the moon landing was one of the greatest hoaxes ever perpetrated in history, greater even than Elvis's death, or lack of death, if tabliod newspapers like the Weekly World News are to be believed. Speaking of which, isn't it a shame that they are no longer printing? Really the world needs to hear about the adventures of Batboy and about how some women was impregnated by an evil Jesus clone, or was it Bigfoot's children that she gave birth to, I can never tell.), so you must utalize your superior (if superior they be because, as it was previously mentioned, the authot of this role PM thinks you are an over-rated hack and feels that school children should not be subjected to your piss-poor attempts at being meaningful that fail short of being remotely interesting and/or entertaining, and instead cause some readers to wish that somebody had hypnotied you to go back in time and shoot your grandfather before he helped your grandmother concieve your father, assuming, of course, for a second, that time travel is possible and that the grandfather paradox would not come into effect and wipe you out of history forever, which would be quite fitting.) writing skills to pen the greatest English language novel ever (which the author of this role PM believes is a horrible lie on paar with OJ's being innocent and certain naughty bits of most actresses being real, but it is supposed that the antiquated corpses in their ivory towers do not particularly care about the opinion of the author of this PM and will continue to venerate a poor excuse for a waste of countless sacrificed and abused trees as a work of genius), and thus must write every post in a stream of conciousness style (like Virginia Woolfe, perhaps, who was a far better and much more interesting writer, but probably was denigned her due due to being a homosexual suicidal woman living in a repressed society that failed to understand her) and realize that punction is optional for it is in fact a facist invention of grammarians who only want to reign in your talent which the author of this pm assumes doesn't exist but will use that word anyway for conventions sake because int order to make this role more accessable to the misguided masseswhovenerate and revereandseemtomisguidedly loveyourwork perhapsfornootherreasonthentheyaremisguidedbrainwashedfoolslivingin aculturallytotalitariansocietywhichperscribesunacceptablestandardsofworthontoworks ofsuppossedartthathavenomeritstoerecomendthempastradicaldisgredsforconventionsand
proprietybutreallysinceyouarejamesjoyceyouneedtowritethebestdamnnoveleverandnotusean
ounceofpunctuationspacesareoptionaltoandifyoucanhelpitmakeallyourwordsbluetogetherintoagiant
conglomeratethatintheworldofpaintmixingwouldbeahideousshadeofbrownthatnopainterhasauseforyourwin
conditioniscausingallotherplayerstoquitplayingbecausetheycantstandreadingyourjabbersoyoumustpostalot


(If you can't tell, I hate Joyce.)

This post/role is made of pure win. (I didn't think James Joyce was so terrible. But note that this role can also be named William Faulkner for the sake of magnifying the ridiculousness tenfold.)

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Mirth, you need to turn this into a full-blown game.

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...we could probably run an entire series of these games. I think it'd be hilarious, personally.

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You are an

Infatuated Lover

. Not only will you die if your fellow Lover, XXXX, dies, but each action taken against XXXX will also affect you.

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You are the

Baby

. You get punted!

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You are the

Shushing Librarian

. You die if more than ten posts are made in any given real-time day.

Wouldn't "you die if anybody uses bold type" be more appropriate?

....or allcaps.


You are the

Blind Watcher

. You didn't see anybody enter your target's house last night.

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I think I'm going to run an entire game of Amnesiacs. I've already got slews of ideas.

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You are the

New Employee Training Facilitator

. Your job is to keep the

New Employees

from falling asleep.


Good luck.

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You are the

Bubonic Plague

. Within a few years, you will have wiped out at least 30% of the town's population.... assuming they don't kill each other first.


Have fun!

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I donno, there's been enough gender-switching around here lately that I'm not sure who is what...

Hey, that gave me a crappy role idea!



You are a

Gender-Confused Townie

. Each day/night cycle you must switch genders. As female, you must behave competely irrationally. As male, you must be unreasonably stubborn. You win with the town.

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You are the

Call Center Guy

. You have to deal with all of the idiots who think that CDs are drink trays, typos are fixed with white-out, "on the monitor" means physically on top of the monitor, and that passwords are actually a sequence of dots or asterisks. Every time a player makes an error while posting (typo, screwing up tags, etc.), you lose a little bit of your sanity. Otherwise, you win with the town.

Mod's Note: If typos/misspellings occur during three gamedays, Call Center Guy loses his mind and begins a shooting rampage, effectively becoming a Serial Killer. He will be notified of this if/when it happens.
Mod's Note: If Call Center Guy makes three typos/errors, he willbe modkilled.

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Honestly... I really wish I had your creative capacity, Mirth.



The idea of a partial-game survivor genuinely intrigues me, though. Instead of making a player a Survivor for the whole game (and thus effectively anti-town in endgame), the "Survive through four day/night cycles"). Naturally, the Miller aspect and the Post Restriction both make it a "Worst role idea," but you might have hit on something here.

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I don't think a survivor is inherently anti-town...in fact, unless there's the condition of only winning if everyone else was dead, I think it would be in the survivor's best interest to play a protown game, as the town can't nightkill them. I'm personally more interested in role intersections that might favor a scorched earth scenerio at least as much as town or scum wins, because that would seem harder to balance.

I don't think it is either, but the general community seems to think so. There was an old discussion thread regarding survivors and the general consensus was that they should be lynched or vigged upon claiming. I disagree with that completely and maintain that, provided the Survivors prove their worth to thet town, they should be let alone.


But, I digress. Thus, a role!

You are a

Vampire

. Each night you may attempt to drink the Blood of the Innocent to sustain yourself. If you target a protown player, you will kill them and live. Otherwise, you will die. Furthermore, since you cannot stand sunlight, the first time you make a post during day, you will be immediately killed. You win when you are the only player remaining. Good luck!

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You are

The Teacher's Pet

. Your nose is browner than the dirt you kneel on to kiss Mrs. Crockpot's feet. You break the curve, win every single gold star for participation and helpfulness, distribute handouts, wipe up the chalkboard, feed the classroom guinea pig, pick up

all

of the toys, and always get the good comments on report cards and in parent-teacher conferences. Life is good, right? Wrong. Here's the dirty little secret: None of your classmates like you at all. Mrs. Crockpot only appears to like you because you basically do her job for her. Unfortunately, you can't afford to slow down. Due to the precdent you have set, you won't fit in with the normal kids anyway, are bound to the ten million duties to which you have volunteered, and you don't want daddy to start beating you again. Throughout the game, any time somebody makes a request -- either to you specifically or in general -- you

must

comply in your next post (if possible) or else you will be modkilled. You also have to toe the line, staying careful not to anger any of the bullies (who will surely beat you up and take your bagged lunch, as healthy and disgusting as it may be). Your win condition is to survive to the end of the game. Don't piss anybody off. Don't let anybody down. Good luck, you obnoxious little bastard.

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Nah. After he gets killed, he

is

dead. He's not not anything. Ever.

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Too bad Descartes was insane.

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Wow. Wow. Wow. You are my new favorite scummer. If I had a desire to have sex, I would beg you to allow me entry into your vagina immediately. You, madam, are a god among these mortal fools.

...I am not sure whether to slap you with my piggie-ballerina gloves challenging you to a duel such that I may defend my honor through use of my trusty shotgun (or, that being disallowed, finally get my father to cough up that gift of dueling pistols he promised me when I turned old enough to legally own guns), or to take that as a compliment...

Well, you could always take it as a compliment but shoot him anyway.

I agree with Yosarian2.

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You are the

actual

Jester

. It's your job to make funny comments in thread. If anybody LOL's, ROFL's, ROFLMAO's, hahahaha's, or does a spit-take in response to one of your posts, you win!

I cannot help but answer:

Congratulations! You are

Giacomo

I cannot help but answer:

Congratulations! You were poor

Yorick

. Alas, Hamlet knew you.

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It was a parody on being a jester, not re: Danny Kaye.

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How is that a "worst role idea"? It's just a Janitor variant.




Congratulations! You are

GLaDOS

. You must always say the exact opposite of what you actually think/feel in pathetic repeated attempts at reverse psychology. You must also constantly insult the other players and talk about how you are going to kill them. If anybody asks about your core components, you must blatantly lie about them. Also, you know a great recipe for cake. Unfortunately, THE CAKE IS A LIE. You win when you have succesfully flooded the enrichment center with a deadly neurotoxin.

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You are

Peter Pan

! You're a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, but you're dead set on getting little boys and girls to run away from home to join you in your adventures. But alas, Tinkerbell has gone missing because not enough kids believe in faeries. Your job is to get as many posters as possible to say "I do believe in faeries! I do! I do!" Each player who does will join your cult. If at least four players state this, Tinkerbell will be revived, making the whole gang complete! Once you've got everyone together (including Tink), you'll be able to start killing everyone who

doesn't

believe in faeries. Or flying.

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You are the

Bully

. Each time you post you must change your vote to the person on the page who has the shortest post on that page. If you post will be the first post on a new page, you must vote for yourself. You win with the town.

Do quotes work towards the word count?

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ou are BAD. I hate you. You win when I stop hating you (which isn't going to be anytime soon, my friend).

You hate your friends?

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You are "Cluster bombed". Each night you may choose to become the target of all other players' night actions. You win with the town.
(This role would be best suited for a very large game)

This role ability already exists in various forms, including as you exactly described.

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You are a

Green Shirt

. You cannot be lynched, blocked, voted for, killed, or in any way hindered on Thursdays. Anybody whom you help lynch will be scum. (If they were not previously scum, than one of the living scumbags will become a neutral Survivor.) You win when people recognize your awesomeness and invoke your supreme powers each and every Thursday.

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Cong-- no wait, sorry! You're

Britney Spears

. 'Nuff said.

Good luck?

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I think sometime tonight I'm going to create roles for the entire airline industry/travel experience.



Pfeh.

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You are

mafia roleblocker

You cannot pm your partner more than 3 times at night.

Wow. I would not say this is much of a restriction. Also, good luck enforcing it!

Have you had good luck enforcing the "no communicating during day" rule?

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Ha. Freudian cream decoder.

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I'd call that I can't type after a night of not sleeping

Uh huh.

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You are a

Hot, White, Teenage Girl

Every night you MUST pm me with the following:
a) what you're wearing
b) what you would do to me if I were bad

You win when you give me your phone number.

212 479 7990

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You are the

Town Flaker

. At the end of each post you make, you must request replacement, after which the mod will replace you.

This one made me chuckle.



EDIT: And it leads to...

You are a

Town Lurker

. You may only make one post of 100 words or less after each modprod you receive.