The Day Is Over
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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.
Martin, just a quick rule clarification, what would have happened in a tie? I tried to see in the rules, but it wasn’t listed.
The usual handling for a daytime tie is no one gets lynched.
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
Day will end in 48 hours
I’m confused, a router drank coffee? 
Hello everyone. Sorry for the inactivity, I have not been very well at all.
Ivanka wipes a chunk of secret agent from her eye.
‘What in Lenin’s name?’
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.
An unexpectedly bloody night.
And we still have almost nothing to go on.
And that neither of them were you… absolutely nuts.
Oh. Ok.
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.
Edited into my post. Day will end in about 47 hours
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.
Well this is a very interesting turn of events. Martin, do we get a alignment on ark like we did yesterday? Or is that a day kill only type of thing?
Id really like to stick around and post because this is interesting but I have to get to work. I’ll be free to post around 6pm cst.
To be clear:
I’m guessing that someone used a role on day 1 that revealed the alignment of the lynch victim.
The Janitor woke up in the supplies closet, unsure as to how the last evening ended and not recalling the night at all but he assumed it involved a lot of grumbling about how hard it is to scrub and buff a floor after explosives mix with a person sized container of flesh and blood. Of course, followed by copious amounts of alcohol and again of course, falling asleep in the supplies closet.
He walked out through the spotless corridor outside his base of operations, the pristine condition owing only to the fact that nobody really bothered to walk back there, choosing to instead go to Q branch to beg for gadgets and gizmos or just slouch around in the common room waiting for the next bout of intrigue and espionage … And then he noticed the blood and…brain matter?
“Oh, what the $&#@!” He exclaimed. “I just can’t leave you lot alone for one second, can I? How does one even manage to get their head exploded anyway?” He sighs and slouches, defeated, then reaches for the Extendomop. “Another day at the office.”
(My assumption was that when we ‘lynch’ somebody, it happens as a surprise to them and so therefore we get to look through personal effects and determine their alignment. Actually not sure why we also wouldn’t be able to search/examine and determine Arkenbrien’s alignment though…
Damn, whenever I try to give any input in this game it ends up not making any sense
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