The Game Begins [ToS plot]
Jul 12, 2015 22:25:43 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Jul 12, 2015 22:25:43 GMT -5
The entirety of this game will roleplayed in this thread. Please keep all discussions out of this thread unless it has been edited into part of the post.
How it will work:
- Each Day will be one round of posts; there will be no posts for the Night time.
- During the Day, each person must post once. There is no posting order, but you can not post more than once per Day.
- Further details can be edited into your post - though you can not go back and edit a post once night has fallen. (Please separate these sections with a line break [*hr] to make it clearer.)
- Each post will have three sections: reaction to the night, public discussion, and voting/lynching. These sections will be edited into the posts as they happen.
- When a character is killed/lynched it means that their invitation letter is burned and thus they cannot participate in the game anymore.
- At the beginning of each Day I will announce the dead, their role, as well as what or who killed them (by role).
- There can only be one lynch each Day, including the lynches performed due to rule break (unless more than one person has broken a rule in a Day).
- Discussion time will last until each person has sent a message in the Discussion PM. (See Discussion PM for details.)
- Voting time will continue until the majority is found. (See Voting PM for further details.)
- To keep things moving, night will last either 24 hours after the last person posts or until everyone has sent in their night action. If you don't send in your action before the 24 hours is up then you will not take an action that night.
Rules:
1. You will only be allowed one post per day (day in terms of cycle, not rl days).
2. Unlike the ToS game, you will not be allowed to say your role. Anyone found saying their role will be automatically lynched. Anyone found asking for someone to say their role will be silenced for the rest of the day and role blocked during the night. (Asking includes "Are you a _____?" or similar questions.)
3. You can not roleplay your character's nightly actions, nor any other actions that might give away the role they were given. As well, you can not use any sort of colour reference to the roles within your post.
4. Everything in this thread must stay IC, no exceptions.
5. Lynching runs on a majority rule, no exceptions.
6. If your character is eliminated from the game you may no longer post in this thread or in the discussion PM. You can, however chat with the other eliminated characters or send me a PM with a simple sentence for the Medium.
Breaking any of these rules will result in your character being immediately lynched.List of Roles:Doctor
Escort
Investigator
Jailor
Lookout
Medium
Sheriff
Veteran
Vigilante
Framer
Godfather
Mafioso
Executioner
Jester
Serial Killer
The Dead:
Night one
Kameron Venn
DAY ONE
Everyone gathers in the District Square, wondering who on earth could have possibly sent the letters of invitation. No one has any real idea how the title they have been given fits in with everything. They all stand there for nearly half-an-hour before a boy gets impatient and starts looking around. Eventually, he finds a letter with the envelope simply reading The Game and begins to read aloud to everyone.Dear Participants,So begins day one.
forgive me for not revealing myself to you, but the whole idea of mystery simply fits in so well. I have asked you all here today so that you might entertain me with a game. I invented the rules myself, so I hope you do follow them. There are three groups of you now: town members, mafia, and neutral. Only one can win, and sometimes even winning in a group isn't enough. You all know the specifics of your title, so don't forget them.
The aim is to eliminate all of those in the other groups, while keeping your own group alive. To the loners of the group, you just aim to be the last one standing.
Each of you had received a letter of invitation in order to be here now, and to be able to remain in this challenge you will need to keep that letter. If your letter is destroyed then you have been eliminated. All of you that are eliminated don't get a portion of the money - sorry about that. However, even if you are eliminated, if your group wins then you at least get some of the food I am offering.
I hope you all have an entertaining time,
Master of Ceremonies
P.S. I thought it may be fun if you all knew each other's names, so please - as this letter is being read out - indicate when your name is said.
Kody Avius
Hendrix Ali
Death
Kameron Venn
Myrick Gastovile
Romero Alexander
Lachlan Callaghan
Kryptonite Zei
Mercius Verva
Annemie Yille
Persia Keeni
Viktor Ivashkov
Runa Coronet
Pandora Blair
Celexa Devereaux
P.P.S. You still aren't allowed to tell what your role is.
[Please note that there is no discussion or voting on day one, simply reactions to learning what is going on and reactions to the other competitors.]
Kody Avius
He never got letters. Letters just weren't a part of the life of Kody Avius, and yet that morning there was a knock at the door. Opening it, he had a letter shoved into his hands. The little girl that had handed him his mail - he assumed it was his because if he never got letters then his father wouldn't walk within a five meter distance of one - and scampered off before he could identify her. He didn't understand how or why he had received mail, after all he was not important enough to correspond with the type of people who sent letters, but resigned himself to sit down at the table - careful to keep the paper out of the sight of his father - and began to read.
By the time he had finished, his brows were creased and he stared at the writing without really seeing it. The script was completely unfamiliar, but that wasn't surprising since he never got letters or saw much of other people's writing. As well, the signed Master of Ceremonies gave no inkling of who could possibly have sent it to him. Staring at it blankly wasn't making anything clearer for him, so he read the letter over again. Still confused, but a little more sure about what he was going to do, he folded up the letter and stuffed it into a pocket. He couldn't let his father see it - though, drunk as he always was, it probably wouldn't make much sense to him. In truth, it barely made sense to him.
He had received the letter on Sunday, which left him all of Monday to ponder. The entire day was spent pacing, inside his house, inside his room, out along the streets, back and forth through the district square. No matter how many ways he thought about it, everything just seemed absurd. Even the promise of money or food seemed odd to him. Why would someone give out rewards to complete strangers for just showing up? Not to mention that part about his "role" or "title" or whatever the crazy weirdo had called it, what did that all mean. Was he supposed to be acting through this whole thing, pretending to be someone he wasn't?
To tell the truth, he was good at it. For a good portion of his life he had pretended to be someone he wasn't - or, more accurately, pretending to not be the person he is. His father was convinced, at least, though that wasn't the most difficult thing in the world to do. The trick would be convincing the fourteen other strangers - fifteen if he counted the "Master of Ceremonies" - that he was the title that he was given. Then again, the letter had told him not to reveal what he was, so maybe he had to act like anything but that.
The letter had been folded and unfolded many times over those few hours, there crumpled corners and a couple miscellaneous stains, but it was still identifiable. Tuesday morning saw it and him up early - he never woke up early, generally hungover from the night before, but the thought of this mystery had kept him sober for the first night in a while - and out the door before his father had emitted four snores.
He was the first one at the district square, which had the college looming over it to cast a long intimidating shadow. The familiar sight no longer gave him a feeling of unease, but there was something about simply not knowing anything concerning what would happen that made his gut tense up and his pacing start again.
It took some time before the other fourteen people showed up, and even when the last finally arrived he was still pacing. None of the faces looked familiar to him, but he hadn't expected them to. No one presented themselves as the Master of Ceremonies, instead simply milling around like sheep and looking as lost as if they had been separated from their shepherd.
Ten minutes he waited, searching for the mysterious person that was supposed to tell them what to do. Ten minutes of nothing. Ten minutes before he got fed up and starting looking for some kind of clue about what the hell was going on.
It only took him a minute to find the new letter. On the envelope were the words The Game and he glared at it for a moment, wondering if he should bother opening it. Finally he did, and when he saw it was addressed to all fifteen of them he turned to look at everyone else. "He, uh, he left us another letter."
Once he knew that he held everyone's attention - normally he liked being the center of attention, but this was awkward - he began to read.
When he reached the list of names and saw his was the first one he put up his hand on reflex to show that it was him. "Kody Avius," god it felt stupid reading his own name out like that, as though he was taking attendance in a school class or something.
The other names came out a little garbled, but one by one people indicated in various ways that the name he had just read belonged to them. He kept track as best as he could, but he knew that most of the names would fade from his mind soon enough. As he read the last line of the letter, the same little girl that had handed him his first letter appeared at his elbow. Tugging on his arm, she indicated that she wanted the letter he held. Not knowing what else to do, he gave it to her. She was gone before he even knew what happened, and the fifteen of them were left to stand about for a while.
I don't know if I want to talk.
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