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In signups now:

Cabd and Syryana proudly announce:

Tales of

the Abyss

Vesperia Mafia

A mini theme game for 13 players featuring:

Semi

Role Madness!
No jesters, cults, lynchers, or other stupid shit!

Decent

flavor!
Yulia Jue mod account!
Playerlist Filtering!
And many other wonderful things!
Players are required to have at least one completed non-newbie game as both town and groupscum.
Offsite games may count, PM Cabd.
Players with a high amount of replace outs or prior site bans may be rejected from the game.
We'll also reject you if syr thinks your face looks really funny.

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Coming soon: A large theme for 16 players.

Pre-ins accepted.

This game will feature light spoilers for the series; be warned.

The game has a three hydra limit. Both heads must confirm any hydrae slots, slots may NOT be modified to be a hydra and retain the spot.

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Coming Soon: a 14 player large theme morphgame run in 2014 style based upon "The Deathworlders"

" See, they have this planetary classification system for temperate worlds like ours.” Jenkins said amiably, as on the screen one of the players hauled himself back up onto his skates, clearly a bit winded but otherwise no worse than if he’d taken a hard body-check from one of the Arizonan players.
“Category one is, like, the Garden of Eden. You could drop any species in the galaxy down there completely buck bare and they’d be happy as Larry for the rest of their lives.” he continued, as Canucks and Coyotes players helped one another to their feet. Alien though their body language was, everybody could see the alarm and surprise the Hunters were feeling as every single one of the humans they had shot turned out to be not only alive, but angry.

“Most planets are like, a four to six or so. You don’t want to get caught in the rain and you’ll need to work for your food, but generally it’s pretty easy living on those worlds.”
The aliens fired again, punching the players off their feet again.

“Anything above Class ten is considered a deathworld.” Jenkins continued as, yet again, the players got back up, and this time they started skating around the invading aliens, which formed a defensive corral and began to fire wildly at the circling sportsmen. It quickly became apparent that their reflexes and aim were remarkably sluggish and that the circling skaters were just too fast to hit. Shot after shot splashed harmlessly on the plexiglass.

At first, the people behind the barrier cowered, but that plexiglass was rated to a much, MUCH higher resilience than even the heaviest Kinetic Pulse fire. It didn’t take long for the cowering fans to realise this, and begin to chant: “Kick their ass! Kick their ass!”

Kevin Jenkins opened a beer for himself.
“Earth,” he said, with vicious satisfaction. “Is a Class Twelve.”