PsychoSoldier
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There was a quiet buzz across the room. The young Pork Chop who had the idea was a little discouraged. At first only 2 or 3 had shown up, which was not surprising, but he had been more optimistic. He was on the verge of calling it off when only 5 minutes away from the meeting, a bologna walked in. Soon followed by an asparagus. Then a salami. And within that last 5 minutes, the smokehouse started filling in. He started wondering if maybe this would draw too much attention. But this is what he wanted - tired citizens of Kosherville uniting in their hatred for the Flavor regime. And while the various meats and vegetables looked as unsure and nervous as he did, they all knew that they could not go on like this.
He adjusted the beret that he bought for the occasion. He felt silly, really, but everyone he talked to said that it will help him look more revolutionary. "Focus, chop, focus," he mutters under his breath as he feels himself getting lost in his thoughts and insecurities. He takes one deep breath and puts a lid on it all. It was now or never. He walks up to the podium. Some immediate take notice and give them his attention. Most are caught up in their own hushed, yet passionate discussions. He gazes at the turnout, at one moment proud and intimidated, before pushing through.
"Attention everyone."
He says it calmly, but firmly. His voice is measured, but projected. As if like some kind of magic, everyone who hadn't caught on immediately affixes their attention on the young, but deceptively mature pork chop. He continues.
"I appreciate everyone turning out tonight. To be completely honest, I had doubts of how many would show up...but I think this response is just an example of how serious this issue is. How tired we all are. Of this way of living that we've been forced into; never knowing who we have to say goodbye to next."
He slams his palm on the podium, the determination in his face growing stronger.
"Not anymore. We're sick of it. And I have a strong feeling that if you're standing in this smokehouse right now, that means you feel the same when I say I would rather go down fighting for our peace and safety, than to wait to be boiled in this pot of slavery."
This gets a strong reaction from the crowd. He was saying all of the things that they wanted to say, whether they had to courage to do so before or not. However, this fervor soon petered out as the same question hit everyone's mind. The bologna from earlier did the hard part for them:
"But what gives us any better chance than those who tried to resist before?"
The determination from the pork chop's face faltered. It's true this isn't the first time someone's gathered people and given an impassioned speech before meeting the searing tongs of reality. But this energy was different. He could feel it. But what was it?
"Unity."
A gruff voice speaks from the middle of the room. Everyone immediately turns to see a cloaked figure. Though no one can make out the details. They've heard the rumors. The figure reaches within the cloak and brandishes a revolver, pointing it lazily toward the ceiling.
"And a plan for revenge."
The revolver confirmed it. The Ghost of Vanillatown. Until now, most thought it just a rumor. It was natural to be skeptical of their authenticity...but the gravity shift in the room made no one dare question it. The pork chop was caught off guard, but quickly regrouped, curious about what this person had in mind. The Ghost continued.
"Take it from me...the Flavor Boyz are nothing more than spoiled brats that aren't as strong as they want you to believe. The slaughter of Vanillatown and the fear it engendered is their strongest weapon. That's why every previous resistance has failed - fear hindered their numbers. But if we can get everyone on the same page, and have them all ready to get their hands dirty..."
The Ghost of Vanillatown shifts the barrel for emphasis.
"...then we can overwhelm them. And if we can just lure one of those wafers onto the frontlines and sticking their necks out for once..."
They aim the gun in front of them, look down the sights, and mimics the firing recoil.
"...PEWWWW...and the rest will crumble."
The words hit home. The pork chop could tell. He stepped away from the podium and closer to The Ghost.
"Let's talk about this some more..."
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RULES:
1. All of the typical Mafia rules apply (no talking outside of game etc)
2. No breadcrumbing or role claiming allowed. This will result in a modkill.
2a. This does not include sharing information that you have received. Yes, this is a fine line. Be careful, and when in doubt, ask the moderator.
3. No editing of posts is allowed.
4. All Phases will be a lynch phase.
5. In the event of a tie, one of the tied players will be eliminated randomly.
6. At the end of the day the player with the highest amount of votes will be eliminated, unless a majority is reached.
7. Votes must be formatted with vote tags([.v][./v] without period). You may also press the button that looks like a box with a checkmark.
8. All night actions MUST be submitted by deadline. No late submissions will be accepted.
9. Discord is required for this game. All private chats will be done within discord unless otherwise specified. Mafia actions may be submitted through Discord, but individual actions must be submitted through PM.
10. If you have any questions, please ask me privately via Private Message either here or on Discord. I will not answer questions in the thread unless pertinent to the entire game.
11. 1 vote per phase is required. I will be understanding in the case of hammers.
12. 3 posts per day is required. Repetitive absences will be punished.
SETUP
11x Vanilla Town
3x Mafia Goon
On Day 3, a random Town player will be given a gun. They will be able to shoot anyone before that phase ends. If the player shoots another Town player, the shooter will die instead. The Day 3 lynch will still take place. If a target is not registered by deadline, someone will be shot at random.
To shoot, you will format this in the thread:
"@PsychoSoldier
[bold]SHOOT (PLAYER)[/bold]"
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Player List
1. @Jarrod1983
2. @Matthieu
3. @Mazer
4. @LemonDemonGirl
5. @Val the Moofia Boss
6. @MTR
7. @CWE
8. @Satsu
9. @Claws
10. @WindwardAway
11. @Kareemah
12. @Peter Griffin
13. @Caito
14. @FutureHold
It is now Day One. The player who is hammered or has the most votes by the end of the phase will be lynched. With 14 players, the majority is 8.
You have 48 hours (7:06pm EST, March 18).
He adjusted the beret that he bought for the occasion. He felt silly, really, but everyone he talked to said that it will help him look more revolutionary. "Focus, chop, focus," he mutters under his breath as he feels himself getting lost in his thoughts and insecurities. He takes one deep breath and puts a lid on it all. It was now or never. He walks up to the podium. Some immediate take notice and give them his attention. Most are caught up in their own hushed, yet passionate discussions. He gazes at the turnout, at one moment proud and intimidated, before pushing through.
"Attention everyone."
He says it calmly, but firmly. His voice is measured, but projected. As if like some kind of magic, everyone who hadn't caught on immediately affixes their attention on the young, but deceptively mature pork chop. He continues.
"I appreciate everyone turning out tonight. To be completely honest, I had doubts of how many would show up...but I think this response is just an example of how serious this issue is. How tired we all are. Of this way of living that we've been forced into; never knowing who we have to say goodbye to next."
He slams his palm on the podium, the determination in his face growing stronger.
"Not anymore. We're sick of it. And I have a strong feeling that if you're standing in this smokehouse right now, that means you feel the same when I say I would rather go down fighting for our peace and safety, than to wait to be boiled in this pot of slavery."
This gets a strong reaction from the crowd. He was saying all of the things that they wanted to say, whether they had to courage to do so before or not. However, this fervor soon petered out as the same question hit everyone's mind. The bologna from earlier did the hard part for them:
"But what gives us any better chance than those who tried to resist before?"
The determination from the pork chop's face faltered. It's true this isn't the first time someone's gathered people and given an impassioned speech before meeting the searing tongs of reality. But this energy was different. He could feel it. But what was it?
"Unity."
A gruff voice speaks from the middle of the room. Everyone immediately turns to see a cloaked figure. Though no one can make out the details. They've heard the rumors. The figure reaches within the cloak and brandishes a revolver, pointing it lazily toward the ceiling.
"And a plan for revenge."
The revolver confirmed it. The Ghost of Vanillatown. Until now, most thought it just a rumor. It was natural to be skeptical of their authenticity...but the gravity shift in the room made no one dare question it. The pork chop was caught off guard, but quickly regrouped, curious about what this person had in mind. The Ghost continued.
"Take it from me...the Flavor Boyz are nothing more than spoiled brats that aren't as strong as they want you to believe. The slaughter of Vanillatown and the fear it engendered is their strongest weapon. That's why every previous resistance has failed - fear hindered their numbers. But if we can get everyone on the same page, and have them all ready to get their hands dirty..."
The Ghost of Vanillatown shifts the barrel for emphasis.
"...then we can overwhelm them. And if we can just lure one of those wafers onto the frontlines and sticking their necks out for once..."
They aim the gun in front of them, look down the sights, and mimics the firing recoil.
"...PEWWWW...and the rest will crumble."
The words hit home. The pork chop could tell. He stepped away from the podium and closer to The Ghost.
"Let's talk about this some more..."
----------
RULES:
1. All of the typical Mafia rules apply (no talking outside of game etc)
2a. This does not include sharing information that you have received. Yes, this is a fine line. Be careful, and when in doubt, ask the moderator.
3. No editing of posts is allowed.
4. All Phases will be a lynch phase.
5. In the event of a tie, one of the tied players will be eliminated randomly.
6. At the end of the day the player with the highest amount of votes will be eliminated, unless a majority is reached.
7. Votes must be formatted with vote tags([.v][./v] without period). You may also press the button that looks like a box with a checkmark.
8. All night actions MUST be submitted by deadline. No late submissions will be accepted.
9. Discord is required for this game. All private chats will be done within discord unless otherwise specified. Mafia actions may be submitted through Discord, but individual actions must be submitted through PM.
10. If you have any questions, please ask me privately via Private Message either here or on Discord. I will not answer questions in the thread unless pertinent to the entire game.
11. 1 vote per phase is required. I will be understanding in the case of hammers.
12. 3 posts per day is required. Repetitive absences will be punished.
SETUP
11x Vanilla Town
3x Mafia Goon
On Day 3, a random Town player will be given a gun. They will be able to shoot anyone before that phase ends. If the player shoots another Town player, the shooter will die instead. The Day 3 lynch will still take place. If a target is not registered by deadline, someone will be shot at random.
To shoot, you will format this in the thread:
"@PsychoSoldier
[bold]SHOOT (PLAYER)[/bold]"
----------
Player List
1. @Jarrod1983
2. @Matthieu
3. @Mazer
4. @LemonDemonGirl
5. @Val the Moofia Boss
6. @MTR
7. @CWE
8. @Satsu
9. @Claws
10. @WindwardAway
11. @Kareemah
12. @Peter Griffin
13. @Caito
14. @FutureHold
It is now Day One. The player who is hammered or has the most votes by the end of the phase will be lynched. With 14 players, the majority is 8.
You have 48 hours (7:06pm EST, March 18).
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, I stress out being around too many people. I go out my way to go to grocery stores less busy even if a bit further away from my house. Kids are grown so they can go if they want if not working. I can sit at my house and drink in peace if I want or just sit back and chill. I am going to an indie show tomorrow so that will probably people me out even though I am looking forward do it.
