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« on: March 30, 2006, 09:11:25 PM »
The Players:
--Not Dead:--
Blackfootsteps, werewolf, the fighter
BlackNMild, king of the werewolves
Mario, werewolf, the moonster
MysticGohan, Reinfeld
--Dead:--
Pryopizm, the ghost of Iwamatsu, death by werewolf
Dasmos, death by werewolf
Hostile Creation. the seer, death by werewolf
MaryJane, the sweet transvestite, death by vote
Ty, the good doctor, death by werewolf
ShyGuy, vampire, pretendor, death by vote
Pale, king of the vampires, death by werewolf
IceCold, vigilante, death by mayor Bloomershelaiplarestian
TVMan, death by vigilante
TYP, vampire, the giver, death by vote
Sir Stabby, death by vampire
Toruresu, death by vote
Animecyberrat, death by vote
Uncle Bob, death by vampire
Vudu, mushroom's assassin, death by vigilante
Stevey, death by vote
The Rules:
Before the game begins, you may be pmed with one of many secret roles, which are outlined below. If you have a role, actions are performed by pming me with what you want to do.
Every game day, everyone in the game can vote for who they suspect to be either werewolf or vampire. Everyone can (and should) vote, including those with roles. At the end of every game day, the person who looses the vote is killed in-game.
When someone is killed, their role is revealed and that person is no longer allowed to post in mafia threads or participate in the game.
Although voting is voluntary, participation is not. Failure to post within a 2-day timeframe may result in in-game death.
Game begins Wednesday, April 5th. Each game day will generally last from early in the morning to midnight EST. The game is over when either: all the bad guys are killed, the number of vampires or werewolves outnumbers the other players, or there is only one player left standing.
The annoying introductory text:
Things had been getting far too ridiculous lately, the waitress thought as she adjusted her breasts. Mysterious disappearances were one thing, but handsome American tourists were quite the other.
He was sitting by the large window, his powdery hair glinting in the light of the full moon. “Here’s your coffee, sir,” said the waitress, in as seductive a manner as possible. She set the coffee down. “Anything with that…sugar?”
The American got out his American-to-Transylvanian dictionary and flipped through it. “Ah…no. Coffee…black….as…..’Rockstar’…employee soul.” He chuckled at his joke. “And….don’t call me….sugar.”
The waitress nodded confusedly. “‘Rockstar’?” She thought. “Ah! Like Marilyn Manson.”
The man nodded. “Exactly.”
A wolf howled in the distance.
The waitress nervously turned back to the conversation. “So. what brings you to Wheresville?”
The American grinned. “My Name is Jack Thompson. And I’m…” he flipped through his dictionary again, “save town.”
“We don’t need saving,” a long haired man sitting in the table opposite growled. “We have the incredibly handsome and talented seer on our side..."