The quarters are acceptable down here. Still, even with air conditioning, the heat at this depth makes me have some unpleasant nightmares.
Like every morning and like mostly everyone, ןoɯ checked the logs provided by the hundreds of bugs situated in and around the base …
Quite some commotion, eh.
So I missed the poll. Asleep and all.
For a second I though voting for inactive people was a bad idea as they would die anyway … but voting for someone else would kill more people and shorten the game. Given that the chance of an inactive being staff is higher, voting for them is an option. Still I don’t really find it productive, although it generates discussion, the resulting discussion never really helped me that much in the past.
Considering there might be passive roles alive inactive could help the staff survive longer if they get targeted by infiltrators … although that in turn is quite unusual too.
What mostly never happens is someone revealing if and what role they have to save themselves on day one. Just from what I remember.
Based on above I think not killing anyone on day one, especially as it seems this game is quite role filled, is better or at least the same benefit to the staff as killing an inactive player. I respect that others probably think differently and thus will also not aim to create a draw.
… with that she stepped to the bar to order some breakfast.
On a casual glance around the room, several characters are pacing up and down, others are standing as if in a queue and two are seated skipping through the pages of several badly out of date mags
Are we in Gods waiting room ?
I too find the immediate kill of the first agent on the opening day a bit hurried. I dont think an extracstay of execution would allow a wolf any extra time to settle in, but would give slow starters a chance to gain confidence in becoming good players.
So, its come to this…a sacrificial lamb will be hence forth, dispatched with no ceremony. A Lord of the Flies situation that requires either an educated guess or an inspired one. I hope my own opinion will be proved but I’m not completely convinced.
At least the breakfast fare invitingly spread out like a last supper for the convicted will sate my apetite, but do I go for the bacon or the black pudding…tsk! Choices eh?
Suddenly without warning, several pairs of burly hands bind me in a firm grip and drag me towards a high backed Chesterfield chair. Others grom behind tie me securely to the chairs rear and two rope my hands to the arm rests. I can nor move with any discernable pressure on my bindings even forcefully jerking from side to side. It seems the decision has been made unconciously but with a group/herd affect of a fear of outsiders.
A singularly pretty lady who I had not noticed for some time is by the fireplace sharpening what can only be described as a fine, slender bladed stiletto with a point so sharp it would take the deftest of touches to plunge it between two ribs and into my heart. Not sure if she is the executioner or just the provider on the symbolic ax.
I look around at my lynch mob, appealing with my eyes to think again but only see snuffled glances and hurried looks to elsewhere. What can I say that will break the atmosphere of death… "You know chaps, it would have been nice to know it was my enemies that were killing me, not my fellow agents but we all knew the dangers didnt we, but let me say this almost with my last breath, would the DM really have made me a wolf the first time around…?
The lights in the room began to dim as the base automatically shifted into night mode. The agents had spent the entire day debating who was responsible for the death of spymaster flavien - eventually coming to an even split between the mysterious jubbahey or the intimidating Ivanka. Enginish, getting tired with the endless debating, fished the grenade out of the glass of martini it had been sitting in, pulled the pin and tossed it at jubbahey.
jubbahey watched the grenade arc through the air as if in slow motion. He was aware of other agents diving for cover… too slow. He get into cover behind the bar but he knew that if he did that at least three other agents wouldn’t make it to cover in time. Instead he jumped forward and landed on top of the grenade, heroically absorbing the blast with his body and saving his colleagues
@cybercritic you didn’t post anything today. This is your one and only inactivity warning before you are killed or replaced.
jubbahey has been lynched.
jubbahey was a member of staff
The night will be 24 hours long. If you have a night action please contact me as soon as possible.
As Jubbs lay in a heap of tattered remains a barely perceptable word emerged from his twisted and gaping mouth…“ #ools “ no-one could quite make out the first consonant…was it an F or a T ? not that it made any difference now.
The lights began to flicker on in the bunker and some of the agents emerged from their rooms. Special agent Topperfalkon walked towards the common room in a crisp white morning suit, adjusting his bow tie as he walked. Of course the bow tie was actually an advanced recording device from Q branch and he was slightly adjusting it’s focus - always good to keep up to date with what those fine engineers designed. As he ran his finger over the exposure adjustment control the bow tie suddenly began to spew out acrid smoke, he ripped off the bow tie and rubbed his hands over the burn mark on his neck… maybe he shouldn’t steal prototypes from the lab.
Topperfalkon turned into the Q branch office, making sure no one was about who would notice him putting the burnt bow tie prototype back. He peered around a corner and saw Thomas Enginish slumped in his chair with a 32 inch halo knife sticking through his chest.
The agents began to gather in the common room, faces grim as they gathered around the photographic evidence laid out on the tables. Arkenbrien attracted the crowd’s attention and began to make an announcement: “Last night, I was conducting some investigations of my own into what special roles people might have. I began my work by investigating…”, he paused and looked uncomfortable, the delayed action poison in his coffee had begun to take action! His face began to turn red and swell up… before anyone could think about trying to feed him a general purpose antidote his head exploded.
Enginish was killed at night Arkenbrien was assassinated by a third party
First of all, I want to say, I found Martin’s reply to my question very strange. It wasn’t very straight forward, and it didn’t really tell me if thats the rule this game or if it isnt, so that is something to keep in the back of your heads.
Second, two deaths in one night is pretty crazy. I need to do some thinking and regroup.
Well I wouldn’t say it’s nothing. It’s quite a lot actually compared to the dawns we usually get in these games.
So … it says there is a third party. And that third party can kill. I think it’s given that the infiltrators can kill every night. But we don’t know if this applies to this third party too.
I hope not.
But I think it does. If it is a limited thing, why should they use it this early in the game? Or maybe they have a few uses, Maybe one per memeber. We don’t know how many there are. Could just be one. Maybe they calculated it would be most beneficial for them to use them so early.
It would shorten the game drastically after all.
I hope people with advanced data gathering roles can supplement their information/theories with this.
@martindevans could you please add “Day ends in such and such hours”? I really depend on that.
Oh my. They sure do like to use their licenses … unusually often. And the kills don’t line up. They haven’t been done by the same group …
And some kind of wonder happened. People didn’t seem to accept the true form of this blue beauty … their collective rejection made them transform it into a tall man called @Arkenbrien. Like Pinocchio, only different. Could have been something in the air. Maybe trashing a router is much more brutal than having someones head explode. At least for the people here.
Agent Falkon watched as the crowd of spies gathered around the corpse, confused.
The situation was escalating rapidly.
He needed time to think…
Agent Falkon opened his concealed Thermos flask and took a swig of his extra-strong coffee. It’ll take time to kick in, but it’ll help
Sorry for my absence. Past couple days have been a little manic. I’ll read through the thread and think upon my next steps.
