New York #90B
The trip seemed to take a week. After flying out here to the middle of nowhere, driving to an enormous lake, and riding a boat onto an island dead in the center of said lake, with about twenty other people in tow, you are glad that you finally made it.
You were selected as part of a test market for a new resort in the middle of the woods on this island. You're going to get to stay out here in your very own log cabin for a week and enjoy all of the amenities of the resort.
The boat docks on the island and you step off. As you start to walk on the path leading to the cabins, you are stopped by a man standing in the middle of the road. He is tall and thin, with long black hair, and he wears a tuxedo and a black fedora.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen," he says, with his arms outstretched. "Thank you for taking part in my little social experiment."
"What social experiment?" one of the guests asks. "I thought we were here to stay at the resort."
"Oh, you are," the man says. "There's just one little detail I decided to withhold until now. You, my friends, are going to be part of a little competition."
"What kind of competition?" someone else asks. "Like a scavenger hunt or something?"
The man in the tuxedo lets out a long, raspy cackle. "Good to see that some of you have a sense of humor, at least. No, this is going to be a game of life and death. Think of it as a manhunt."
The crowd starts murmuring and panicking at those last words.
"In the simplest terms, some of you are trying to kill the others. Two teams of two, to be exact. Whichever team is alive at the end wins."
Someone shouts "Screw this! I'm getting out of here!" and turns around to get back on the boat. However, when he turns around, he stops dead in his tracks. Everyone else looks and sees that the boat is already on its way back to the mainland.
"Yes," the man in the tux says. "You are trapped here until the game is over. The boat will come back when the game is over."
Everyone suddenly gets very tense. You look around and find yourself thinking about who the killers are.
"How are we supposed to defend ourselves?" someone shouts from the back of the crowd.
"Simple. Kill them before they kill you."
The man turns to walk away, then stops. "Oh, by the way, you can all call me The Mod. Rest assured, I'm on nobody's side. I'm just here to make sure everyone follows the rules. Enjoy your stay."
Living players:
1. afatchic (replacing homerunbasketball)
3. Jahudo
4. magisterrain
5. zwetschenwasser
7. Light-kun
8. Caboose
9. Brocktree
10. Zorblag
11. don_johnson
12. Sipylus
13. Kieraen
14. orangepenguin
15. Magua
17 Wall-E
18. empking's Alt
19. animorpherv1
20. Kmd4390
(italicized means confirmed)
Dead players:
2. dejkha, Townie, lynched Day 1
16. White Castle, Roleblocker, strangled to death Night 1
6.
Setup:
Mafia:
-1 Hitman
-1 Goon
Yakuza:
-1 Ninja
-1 Goon
Town:
-1 Doctor
-1 Roleblocker
-1 Doctor OR Roleblocker (one of the two was randomly selected)
-1 Tracker
-1 Watcher
-1 Tracker OR Watcher (one of the two was randomly chose)
-10 Vanilla Townies
hohum - mafia goon - lynched day 2
Setup:
Mafia:
-1 Hitman
-1 Goon
Yakuza:
-1 Ninja
-1 Goon
Town:
-1 Doctor
-1 Roleblocker
-1 Doctor OR Roleblocker (one of the two was randomly selected)
-1 Tracker
-1 Watcher
-1 Tracker OR Watcher (one of the two was randomly chose)
-10 Vanilla Townies
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