Poll #1473799
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 17

Ren is thinking of running another game starting approximately the first or second week of December, interested?

If you are interested, what kind of game are you interested in?

Other than the three standard roles (villagers, cultists, private investigator), which roles (found here) would you like to see in the next game (possibly)?

So, feedback?

I think the game could've done, honestly, with one more cultist and/or the serial killer or monster. I didn't put them in because I was concerned that with so few players and having at least three deaths a night (Cultists, Serial Killer/Monster, and a Vigilante) that the game would go too quick (i.e. lynching plus three deaths brings game to eleven players on Day 2, lynching plus two or three deaths, brings it down to seven on Day 3).

However, that didn't stop the game from being fast, just fast in the opposite direction. An additional cultist may have drawn it out and made it more difficult for the villagers to win (i.e. they lose the Bodyguard, then the Vigilante). Hell, not having a cultist die and the Bodyguard getting lucky on the first night would've made things a lot easier.

theweaselking wrote, "...Not knowing the roles and numbers in advance, with reveals happening only on death, would make for a better game. As in, we don't know *which* roles are in or how many." and that might be true. I think posting which roles are in the game but not the numbers might be interesting, with the moderator continuing the game as long as necessary. Even restricting the knowledge of how many of a particular special there are would weaken the All-Special-Reveal strategy (because if two people come out as Seer, and both are Seer, and you lynch one, then the other, well, you've just screwed up your Seers).

There have been complaints about whether it's a logic game or a RPG and what is more fun. I don't think there's anything that can really be done about that although I'm open to suggestions.

What do people think?

After lighting starryshadows' house on fire, the villagers returned to their homes for the evening.

Having to walk just a little bit further than everyone else, chelleann77 took longer to reach her rented cottage, she being a tourist and visitor to Innsmouth. Unlocking her door, she stepped inside and was immediately struck from behind, something blunt and heavy hitting her just above the left ear, knocking her unconscious.

When she came to, she found that she was tied down in the middle of circle drawn in chalk, mind-wrenching symbols ringing the circle. Candles glowed all over her living room and a dark robed figure moved toward her.

"Great and Powerful One!" the robed figure cried. "Tonight I join you! Your powers be praised! Please take my bloody death as a sacrifice to bring you closer to return and start the vigilante's mind down the dark path to darker thoughts. The blood he has shed will never leave his dreams...

"For you, I sacrifice chelleann77. Her good protecting soul is the brightest sheep in this herd. Feast well, for I cannot guide your thoughts into action any more!"

chelleann77's screams of terror were abruptly short.

---

An hour later theweaselking returned to his cottage having spent all night in the soaking rain looking for stride. Grumpy, he tucked his baseball bat underneath his arm and unlocked the door. As it swung open, he caught sight of the flicker of candelight in the glass and immediately went still. He didn't own any candles...

Hefting his bat of retribution, theweaselking stepped lightly into the room. Every window was covered in black paper and the furniture of his living room had been pushed against the walls. In a circle painted in blood, candles were lit and glowed a sickening green, throwing horrific and dancing shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, stride, clothed in robes, stood holding a glass of wine.

"I believe you were looking for me?" she said.

Without pause, theweaselking leaped forward and swung with all of his might. The evil cultist didn't try to duck or block the blow, rather she seemed to almost lean into it, eager. The crack of the bat against her skull was as loud as a gunshot and, perhaps he imagined it, but the candles seemed to flare just a little brighter for a moment.

While he didn't want to, he gingerly stepped into the circle to make sure that stride was dead. Not breathing, her eyes blank and lifeless, her expression was one of contentment, pleasure, and sent a shudder through the hardened Vigilante.

The next morning the town gathered once more and theweaselking brought, in a body bag, the limp corpse of stride still in her robes. The Mayor declared the day a holiday and Mrs. Crabtree opened up her Bed, Breakfast, and Aquarium for the celebration.

"Well," reyl said as he toasted , "I'm glad that's over."

"Yes..." the Doctor said as he watched reyl take a long pull from his celebratory lemonade.

It would be an hour later when people would finally notice that reyl was dead, lemon-scented foam leaking from his mouth...

---chelleann77 the BODYGUARD is dead! stride the CULTIST is dead! reyl the VILLAGER is dead!---

THE VILLAGERS WIN!

Going for stride like you said?

Who do you take with you if you die?

Who do you defend?

You have your poison left. Do you use it and on who if you do?

Well, it looks like the Vigilante is coming for you so who do you decide to send to your god in the hopes that one sacrifice, at least, will not cause eternal suffering?

Having been driven inside due to the rain, the villagers assembled around a long table.

"You see," said gorillashaman, "I think that I've figured out a mathematical computation that will prove, once and for all who the cultist is!"

The village began listening to the spiel that dictated how people should vote and when and why and in the middle of it all theweaselking stood up and shouted, "GET starryshadows!" before picking up his chair and beating him to death.

Looking up from the dead corpse of starryshadows and into the faces of those around him, theweaselking shrugged and said, "What, after all the other killings this surprises you?"

"Robes!" zhymmy said and the rest of the village sidled away from him, eying him warily.

Gathering up umbrellas, hats, or simply putting pages of The Daily Fish over their heads, the villagers trucked out into the early evening rain to starryshadows home. There, while searching the house, they found a hidden door behind his closet that lid into a secret room, filled with mystic symbols, a cauldron, herbs of various sorts, and, yes, a robe, although it was not the same kind of robe that chaos_dancer wore.

"SEE!" shouted zhymmy, laughing unstably, "ROBES! ROBES, I TELL YOU, ROBES!"

---starryshadows the SORCERER is DEAD!---

Watchers, please welcome maggiebloome to your ranks.

Having felt a tickle in her sweet tooth, maggiebloome decided to step out of her home to go to Mrs. Crabtree's Bed, Breakfast, and Aquarium for a late night snack. The old woman was always up at odd hours of the evening, she never seemed to go to sleep in fact, and it was with much delight that maggiebloome later made her way home, an ice cream cone in her hand.

"Mmmmm, chocolate!" she said to herself, taking her first lick of cold, chocolatey goodness.

Suddenly, a dark shape dropped from above to land in front of her, startling her.

"Who are you?" she asked, her heart in her throat.

A gravely voice replied from the darkness, "I'm Batman."

( What happened to poor maggie. )

In the morning the villagers would find her in a puddle, melted ice cream near her face and a crushed cone still held in her dead hand. No other bodies were found that morning. The rain is so bad that it drives everyone inside the Innsmouth Masons Lodge in order to stay dry.

--- maggiebloome the VILLAGER is dead!---

((Mod Note: This round will go until 11 AM, Monday the 19th. I will be unavailable starting 5 PM today. Have a good weekend!))

So, I saw you write on the day post:

"Sold for now! Round and round and round it goes, where the Vigilante stops..... maggiebloome!

Sorry, Maggie. Random choice says you go today."

Am I correct in my understanding that you're "voting her off the island"?

Who are you taking with you?

chelleann77 is away from her computer as of this morning but told me via text she is protecting theweaselking

Will edit once I know who your potential patient is.

ETA: chelleann77 is the victim. Do you save? If not, do you poison?

Your god is pissed. A dead servant, a sacrifice denied, who will you feed to keep yourself from his wrathful tentacles of probingness?

Your nemesis defeated, do you even spy anymore?

As the sun slowly set, the votes swayed this way and that.

"We should vote for [Bad username: raisha!]" gorillashaman stated, pointing at her home. The windows were drawn and the door had not opened in the last several days. "It'd be a waste if we just let her kill herself; we should hang her!"

"Yeah! Wait, what?" the rest of the village asked.

"It's simple, you see..." gorillashaman said and proceeded to explain his logic behind his argument.

At the end of his explanation the rest the village looked at each other.

starryshadows stepped forward, "I still don't get it."

"Well it made perfect sense to me," drfinch said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So...we have to kill her...to save her...?" a voice in the back of the mob put forward.

Throwing his hands up in the air, gorillashaman said, "Yes! No! Yes! I don't know, just lynch her!"

"Lynch her!" the mob said, raising their Snoopy's Guaranteed Hay-Stabbing-and-Moving-Sticks. The mob made their way to raisha's house.

gorillashaman on the door. "raisha! Don't commit suicide! We want to lynch you!"

After a few moments of quiet, the breathing of the villagers and the crackling of the torches the only sounds filling the dusk air, the bolt of the cottage's door slid back. Slowly the door opened and a sleepy-eyed raisha stepped out on her porch.

Leaning forward, she scowled at gorillashaman. "I think we should vote you to hang."

As the attention of the rest of the village began to turn on him, gorillashaman began to back up. "Hey, hey now...let's not be too hasty...We should vote theweaselking!"

"What?!" theweaselking replied angrily. "I think we should lynch you too."

"No, don't do that, lynch stride!" GS said, trying to make his way out of an ever collapsing ring of villagers.

"Hey! I think we should get you too!" stride said, stepping forward, raising a lead pipe menacingly.

"I think we should get makellan," chelleann77 said, stopping the mob from hanging GS.

"Whaaaa?" the village asked.

chelleann77 shrugged. "I flipped a coin!"

"GOOD ENOUGH!" the village said as they grabbed makellan.

"I regret that I am not but a humble villager, sick and unable to speak up for myself, and now must die" [Unknown LJ tag], his voice heavy with regret and sadness. He then perked up as the rope went over his head. "Good luck!"

After the body stopped swinging, a quick investigation of his home revealed no robes.

---makellan the VILLAGER is dead!---

((Modnote: Sorry this is late, work ate my head. Night Round will extend to 1:30 PM to compensate))

We're down to one cultist. There are options to extend the game, essentially, allowing the sorcerer either of the two variations:

1. If they spies on the cultist, they can join in on the mayhem.
2. If the cultists die, the sorcerer picks up their work.

I'm all for extending the game by allowing these two variations. I've put up this poll, open to only me, so please feel free to vote however you wish.

Poll #1471710
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 16

Do we extend the game by allowing the two sorcerer variations?

Sorry, celothae, apparently the law is not fair...

After determining that was a Cultist, the village returned to their homes, relieved that they had not chosen incorrectly.

That evening, a terrible wind ripped across the town from the ocean, howling against the houses of Innsmouth. Rain lashed against the streets, forcing everyone to stay indoors, but, deep within the woods, an eldritch fire danced with green flames, illuminating a red-robed, hooded figure.

Hefting a knife, the Cultist raised their face to the sky and cried, "Oh great and powerful One! I know I have angered you in a past life. Now I must grovel before you to absolve my sins. The stars are not yet fully aligned for only then will your hunger be appeased!

"Until the time of Feasting has come...I must give you...an appetizer!"

The flames surged higher as if responding to the Cultist's voice and the figure backed away, stealing through the trees back to town.

Creeping through the shadows, the Cultist's eyes fell on their victim's home, the lights inside off, the inhabitants asleep. Just as the Cultist's hand touched the door handle, a figure shot from around the corner of the house, their fist connecting with the Cultist's head.

"Not tonight you don't!" the Bodyguard shouted as the melee began.

The Cultist slashed and stabbed but it was no use, the Bodyguard's kung fu was simply stronger.

"All will be devoured!" the Cultist spat before dropping something on the ground, a bright flash of light and smoke blinding the Bodyguard. When the smoke cleared the Cultist was gone. Their job done, the Bodyguard dusted their hands off and went back to their own home to a night's rest well earned.

Meanwhile...across the town, a figure ran across the street, ducking, bobbing, and weaving between the houses, doing its best to remain unseen. It had just unlocked the back door of a house when a rough hand grabbed it by the shoulder and threw them to the ground. As the horrified person looked up, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating their assailant who stood above them, a metal baseball bat held upraised.

"AHA! GOT YOU, YOU FOUL CULTIST!" the shadow cried, the bat connecting with the side of the shadow's head with a crunch, dropping her to the ground bonelessly.

"Never again will you threaten our fair hamlet! Never again will you...uh...er..." it was then that a stray lightning bolt flashed across the sky, illuminating the camera that had fallen and broken against the ground. "Crap."

The Vigilante fled into the night.

As the sun rose in the morning sky, the clouds parting as the rain abated, the village realized that one of their number was missing. Searching, they found the body, soaked from rain, eyes staring without seeing at the clouds above.

---The BODYGUARD saved. celothae the PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR is dead!---

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Looks like snoopyh42 isn't going to be fed to a Great Old One.

Watchers, welcome our first victim, chaos_dancer!

-Ren

Killing anyone for great justice?

WASN'T THAT GREAT HOW HE TWITCHED AND HIS TONGUE HUNG OUT?!

Who are you taking with you if you don't make it through the night?

Who are you saving?

I'll post here when I find out who is being sacrificed tonight in a little bit.

ETA: The victim is snoopyh42. Do you save him? If not, do you use your poison?

Ouch, first round. Who shall receive your god's terrible vengeance?

Boil, boil, toil and trouble, who are you sending your mystic sight after?

So, whose line are you tapping tonight?

Throughout the day the villagers argued. Shouts about "my land" could be heard and mysterious banjos played in the background.

"Capitalism is rather cultish!" remarked gorillashaman and the mutterings of some of the other villagers seemed to agree.

"I THINK IS A CULTIST!" theweaselking said, thrusting a finger beneath her nose. "Tell me why I should vote otherwise!"

"Uh...because I'm not?" she replied with a shrug.

"A compelling argument," theweaselking acknowledged. "GET THE CAPITALIST!"

As the villagers slowly advanced on snoopyh42, he backed away from them.

"A well prepared village is a safe village!" he exclaimed. He hastily pointed a finger at chaos_dancer. "I just wanted us to be prepared! I mean, shouldn't you get that guy!"

"Another compelling argument!" the villagers cried, each hefting an implement baring a tag from Snoopy's General Store of Lynch Mob Tools.

"Ah-buh?! Reporters! Government! I've been here my whole life! I haven't even done anything...yet!" chaos_dancer said but, unfortunately, his arguments weren't compelling enough.

Turning to run, his flight was halted as a loop of Snoopy's Patented Lynchinator 5000 (aka rope) lasso'd over his head while the other end was thrown over the branch of a tree. As he was hauled into the air, the last thing he saw as everything faded to black was the villagers, lit by Snoopy's Guaranteed Burning Light Bundles (aka torches)...

A few moments after the body stopped twitching, it was lowered to the ground where a scowling Dr. Finch examined it, placing two fingers against its throat. He shook his head and the assembled group of villagers walked down to chaos_dancer's house (aka a shack). Hidden in the back of the closet was a red hooded robe, a horrible octopus head embroidered on the left breast. The sleeves were stained with blood.

chaos_dancer the CULTIST is dead!