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PostPosted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 10:02 pm 
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Niklor looked into the sky angrily.

"Screw you guys... I'm going home."


Niklor was Murica, Town Aligned Vanilla.

It is now Night Four. You have 48 hours blah blah blah

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MyKids went to the store.

It was a store of death.


MyKids was Ragnarokio, Town Aligned Super Miller.

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It's time for a LIGHTNING ROUND!

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Day will last the next 12 minutes.

Enjoy!

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JD, what did you do Also Vote: Zipper End this

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This is messed up There's literally no one around

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PostPosted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 12:47 am 
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Unvote Seriously this is like the best chance to lynch Zipper yet no one is around at all

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Screw it, I'm sticking with my gut on this Vote: Zipper Only way to resolve this

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I get the distinct feeling there is such troll much @#$^ery right now with this deadline

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Oh. I was killed. Glhf everyone.


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The deadline passes and Haunter looks up.

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did I say 12 minute

i mean really...7 days

be bad at type u see

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We all know Haunter left a while ago Why he is still here is a mystery other than he's an abomination that is actually present

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Zipperflesh was suddenly hit by a bus abruptly.

He was JayDreven Town Aligned Protective Sewer Navigator.

It is now Night 5. Night will last 24 hours.

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Px2 Mafia was unlike playing Px2 mafia games - it moved fast.

Unlike the kill counter. It didn't always go off.


It is now Day Six. With...how many are there alive? *checks* 5, it will be 3 to lynch.

10000 years is the new deadline.

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King of Dominaria pulled up into the driveway with his brand new car.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she screamed, running up for a hug. “Did you get ice cream!”

“I got all the ice cream, baby girl! I bought everything in the store.” As he opened the backseat, it overflowed with containers of every flavor, from rocky road to sunny orange sherbet to cherry jell-o.

“I love you daddy,” his daughter mouthed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too honey,” KoD said. “I do it all for you.”

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”Three minus one and one is four,” she mouthed, trying to solve the math.

KingofDominaria raised a concerned eyebrow. “No, honey. 3 - 1 - 1 is 1.”

“You’re the one,” his daughter remarked. “You’re the last one.”

A small shiver went down KoD’s spine. “We don’t talk about daddy’s work, darling.”

“Why do you kill people, daddy?” she asked, frowning.

KoD paused. “Do you remember how mommy starved to death last winter?”

The Daughter of Dominaria nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you remember what we had to eat to…” he trailed off.

She dropped her head in a shrugging motion. “You promise it didn’t happen.”

KoD smiled. “Well, it didn’t, but pretend it did. This roof, this house...you know about taxes, you hear daddy complain about them.”

The Daughter of Dominaria shivered. “Daddy gets mad when he talks about taxes, he damns all the gods.”

“There are no true gods, little one. Only those willing to accept power. One day you’ll understand.”

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“How long do you think you can keep this up, you against the world?” the voice asked.

“I’m better than them,” KoD insisted. “I fought through my problems. I rose to the top in a world of shit. I chose to fight when others would have laid down a died.”

“You chose the darkest path,” the voice insisted. “More suffering will occur because of you. You’ve misused your gifts.”

“Only we matter,” KoD insisted. “Everyone else on Earth could be turned to a pile of ashen maggots and I would stomp over their corpses and grind the world’s earthly remains into whatever sustenance she needs.”

“That’s what you tell yourself...but maybe she’d be better off without you. Perhaps you’re putting her in danger.”

This time, KoD had no answer to his inner voice.

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It all happened so fast.

Maybe he should have checked the brakes. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored the oil change light.

Maybe he should have been getting more sleep instead of staying up all night, killing innocent men for profit and personal gain.

But the sound it made when she hit the windshield...well. Maybe wasn’t good enough.

Because KoD’s daughter was definitely dead.

Well. If he could kill others, he could certainly take his own life. He placed his revolver to his head, and pulled out the special silver bullet he’d been saving for PK. Good enough. There wasn’t room in his heart for any other sentimentality now.

“I’ll be with you soon, honey,” he whispered as it grew dark.

A bright light soon filled his vision. The sound of trumpets and heavenly voices filled his filthy ears.

“This...this is heaven?” he wondered, seeing he was naked. His gentials had been burned away. He felt not hungry, nor sad, nor anything at all. He was an empty vessel of the ideas he used to be. “Daughter…” he murmured, struggling to keep her memory.

A vision of God stood before him, a mix of thoughts one could not express and shame one could not repress. “KOD,” he spoke. “YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL, BUT YOUR DAUGHTER WILL BURN IN HELL. YOUR SINS ARE TOO MANY TO BE FORGIVEN, SO I WILL LAY THEM UPON HER SO YOU MAY ENTER INTO THE NEXT LIFE.”

“No!” KoD moaned in agony. “This is a fate worse than any death!”

“DO NOT WORRY, I WILL WIPE YOUR MIND OF ANY TRACE OF YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU WILL FORGET SOON.”

KoD jumped madly, doing his best to struggle and fight against Existence Itself, but it was pointless, the more he struggled, the more he forgot her, the more...this cloud was so soft. And fluffy. It’s so easy to...drift asleep…

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KoD woke up, the contraption still placed upon his head. “What...what the fuck?”

PariahKing laughed. “That was a pretty bad one. Killing your own daughter and then damning her to hell as you forget her memory.”

“It...it wasn’t real?”

PK smiled. “None of this is real. I got bored of flaying you in public, so I tapped into more existential terrors. That was your 9,999th life lived this week.”

KoD’s brain struggled to fathom what he was hearing.

“Every time a second passes, you live an entire lifetime. I wake you up every 9,999th life as your repressed false memories start to overload then.”

“So...what happens after that?” KoD wondered.

“Oh, every 10,000th time you get sent to the dimension of nonsensical pain and agony, so you lose all trace of sanity. I dump the compressed state of your broken mind into a program that dumps the data into a binary pattern to match a hexidecimal color code - then I make a sentient candle of that color and put what’s left of your brain in there. As the wick burns away the candle begins to lose awareness of anything other than a nervous system of agonizing pain being melted down into oblivion mixed with undying negative memories. Then I clone your original brain and insert it back into your body, and we resume building my museum of KoD’s Shattered Consciousnesses.”

“Rude,” KoD remarked.

“Yeah, well, everyone needs a hobby. Off to the dimension of nonsensical pain you go!”

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KoD woke up on a beach made of chainsaws. He was running, trying to find his muffin - he was rather hungry. As his legs were chopped into finely pressed ground beef, he waited for them to regenerate so they could be chopped up some more. Finally, he got to the edge of the beach and ended up back in the volcano, where his face was melted instantly upon contact with the boiling lava.

After the comet crash landed on the Earth and killed the dinosaurs, KoD re-emerged, noticing the Earth had been rendered flat on collision. “The ice age will be soon,” he remarked, pulling out all of his bones and assembling a chair out of them. As his skins folds sat down, the chair screamed in pain.

”Oh quiet,” the boneless lips flapped. “We deserve a rest after that jog.”

A barrel of wine rolled out in front of him. “Oh no,” he moaned. “Alcohol makes you sober here!” Nothing was worse than sobriety - then the pain was real! He ran up on the air, burning rubber on steps that weren’t even there. Flames shot underneath him as he ran up the atmosphere, racing past the clouds and into the stars. There the wine couldn’t hurt him and he could hide on the dark side of the moon.

“Oh, just because I’m not well lit, I’m dark am I?” the moon asked accusingly. “I know your type.”

“It’s not a race thing, Mr. Moon,” KoD insisted, but it was too late. The man in the moon bit him up and chomped upon him, grinding KoD’s bones between the green cheese that was the Moon’s molars. He was digested and turned into a sharp cheddar. It was what he deserved, really.

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KoD woke up in his own bed. “Uh…”

Haunter floated before him. ”Funny...I love...yisssssss!!” The spectral being clapped his hands excitedly.

“What is it...what do you want?”

”I am ghost of KoD life past, yisss! I give you one chance to live your life befor it suk...u take, yes?”

KoD blinked. “Yes. Hell yes. Get me out of here.”

Haunter clap his hands. ”Okay we do!”

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KoD found himself in the body of a tiny orange kitty. He purred softly and played with a ball of yarn. But the kitty mafia wasn’t pleased. “Meow meow meow,” they remarked. “Hissss!” KoD wished he understood cat. One of them peed the word Ahlyis into the carpet and scratched the name up.

KoD suddenly understood what he must do. But perhaps this time...he could change the future. He snuck up behind Ahlyis and...warned him of his impending fate.

“Meow meow meow,” the warning came out.

“...oh, right,” KoD thought to himself, as Ahlyis freaked out and started screeching wildly. All the other kitties arrived and they walked around him in a circle. Their cruel kitty eyes beamed upon him like a lighted crown of hatred. They pounced all together, and began to chew away at him, eating him like piranhas feasting on a bloody cow. It wasn’t long before nothing was left.

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Often in reincarnation, people actually go down in their status. Perhaps they didn’t live the best life.

KoD for example came back as a rock. He was a pretty decent rock. He was brown and originally made of sand. He didn’t really have a lot of hobbies, but for a rock, he was active. And he was an excellent paperweight.

Unfortunately after a view million years, a dam broke and a river diverted in his direction. At first, the water felt kind of nice, but as time went on, it started washing parts of him away. It was like being eaten by the tiniest, most persistent bug over thousands of years.

“I’m really not a fan of this experience,” KoD would say if he wasn’t a rock that couldn’t talk. But after another century or two of weathering, his rock life came to an end and returned back to the sand he was made from.

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KoD stood up before the crowd. He’d been deranked again to the only thing lower than a rock - politician.

“And if you vote for me, I promise infinite muffins!” The crowd of Ragnarokios roared, because in this society, everyone was Ragnarokio. Even KoD was a little Ragnarokio.

KoD’s cellphone went off. “Haha, I gotta take this call folks.” He hit answer and a series of razor blades carved off his face. KoD smiled and threw his face into the crowd. “Hey, we’re in politics - I’m already two faced!” Now a walking skull on muscles, KoD wandered to the back.

KoD’s campaign manager Rubik approached him. “Great speech. However I just went on TV and said you dropkick babies.”

KoD frowned. “Why would you make that play? That makes no sense.”

Rubik winked. “Don’t worry. I had a Ragnarokio go on TV and say they were extremely naughty babies.”

KoD paused. “Well, okay, I trust your judgment.” It was at that moment he felt the need to go down some definitely OSHA approved stairs. “Excuse me, the plot must be furthered.” As he walked down, a pair of hidden blades were activated and ran past his face...but it wasn’t there any more.

“Ho ho ho, fool me 27 times, shame on me, fool me 28 times, shame on…” he started, as the saw blades stuck out again and chopped off his legs and arms and torso.

“Ah damn,” the skull remarked. “I’m just a disembodied head. How am I going to sign bills into law?” Fortunately some poor kids came by who were scheduled for a photo OP and used him as a soccer ball. “Yay!” KoD exclaimed. “I’m useful again!”

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KoD stared into the sun for a few hours. The eclipse was really beautiful.

“This is safe right?”

Rag nodded. “Yeah, I do this everyday.”

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Ghost Manor is a spooky place. Most people who go in...they don’t ever leave.

Just ask the old man of the manor. That’s me, after all.
The King of Dominaria looked uncomfortable. After all, he’d been standing in the rain in wet suit of armor that once belonged to Periwinkle Knight. “The last time I went to this place, I ate poisoned food and died.”

“Right,” the old man remarked. “But you’ve built up a tolerance to death by repeatedly getting shocked by lightning now, haven’t you?”

“I...think?” KoD looked down at his spectral hands. “Wait. Fu - I’m a ghost now.”

The old man who is me smiled. “We were getting bored. A few new haunts always livens the place up, you know.”

“You’re not going to reference Haunter?” KoD asked.

“Why reference myself?”

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“I’d like an extra large pepperoni pizza no mushrooms,” KoD explained.

“I’m sorry, we are out of pepperoni pizza,” the Pariah Johns employee explained.

“Can I get sausage instead?” KoD asked.

“No,” the pizza clerk remarked. “We are out of toppings.”

“...Cheese pizza?”

“There is no cheese no sauce only dough,” he explained.

“Okay....breadsticks?” KoD suggested.

“No the oven is broken I will deliver you raw dough”

“I would prefer to save my money and shop with a place that actually sells food please!” KoD remarked.

“I am calling the police,” the Pariah Johns employee remarked. “You will be sent to jail for do illegal thing of not pay!”

The police swiftly went to KoD’s house and busted down his door. They put a gun to his head and took their billy stick and beat out his kneecaps to the tune of “Enter Sandman.” From there they handcuffed him to the inside of a washing machine and put it on heavy load. After drowning, they performed CPR to resuscitate him.

There was no trial. Just an opportunity for people to throw tomatoes in his face and laugh. Everyday a baby seal was left in KoD’s cell and he was made to starve until he was desperate enough to eat it. After that the baby seal would magically reassemble inside KoD’s colon and chew its way out and burst out of his chest like a creature from the Alien movies. Emergency doctors would put KoD back together, and then push him down the stairs...because why not?

KoD eventually learned how to walk on broken bones and all his jailhouse friends started calling him Durable McProbablyBetterOffDead. But KoD was stubborn. Even though all of his friends had died in tragic accidents involving peer pressure and their own bad mistakes, he was gonna survive, he was gonna…

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Puking miserably an exact replica of the Mona Lisa, KoD’s acid finally wore off. “Man,” he remarked. “Terrible trip. I’m never doing this stuff again!” He threw all of his weed and heroin needles away and flushed them down the toilet.

“From now on,” he remarked, “the strongest drug I’m doing is caffeine!” He brewed a big pot of tea and drank the whole thing down in one gulp.

“Oh no,” he exclaimed. “I didn’t use faucet water. I used toilet water to make this tea, didn’t I? OH NO ALL THE DRUGS WERE IN THE TOILET FUUUU - “

But KoD didn’t get high again because toilets flush.

Idiot.

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“Cousin, let’s go bowling!” Roman Reigns remarked.

KoD shook his head. “No it’s really okay Roman Reigns I am not a fan of you in general. Frankly I’m embarrassed people know I watch wrestling at all, that’s the definitely the most painful thing that’s happened to me so far.”

“If you will not go bowling,” Roman Reigns explained. “You will be bowling!”

And KoD was turned magically into a set of pins, which Roman Reigns knocked down over and over, smashing his face and the pin teeth + nerves that made up 93% of his new body. Of course he bowled 300 every time, much to KoD’s chagrin.
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PK took the helmet of agony off KoD’s head.

“So, what you’d think?” PK asked.

KoD blinked. “I’m...still aware? My mind hasn’t been turned into an awkward candle?”

“Well you see, every twelve millionth time I simulate one of your lives, I tell you it’s only been 9,999 times, and that you’re going to go into an infin - “ KoD took his chance and struck at PK’s biggest weak spot - his ego. A swift punch knocked out his two front teeth and KoD ran out the front door, into a field that represented the only thing he wanted anymore: reality.

He ran into the open fields, stripped off all his clothes. He wanted to be one with nature. One with what actually existed. He shoved his junk accidentally into a beehive and got stung where the sun don’t shine, but that didn’t matter - it was real.

“Yes! F**k you PK, not today b*tch!” KoD threw a bunch of shrubs in the air and then ate them, just to see what would happen. It turns out ipecac makes you puke but who cares when it’s mixed with that sweet fresh realness.

At that moment, Rick popped out of a green portal. “Hey. Your eternal suffering is supposed to power my car.”

KoD blinked. “Wubba lubba dub dub! Oh man I’m so excited we’re going to go on so many adventures - wait, is this like the episode where you --”

“No, because I decided not to kill all of that society.” KoD felt his skin blister and blubber and expand. His head turned into the shape of a donut and his limbs curled in.

“Nooooooo,” the disgusting beast mouthed as it became more and more of a cronenberg.

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KoD looked at the sign up thread for Px2 Mafia.

“What’s the worst that can happen?”

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*twang*

It’s a soft sound.

A quiet sound. Freddeh heard it in his heart.

KoD heard it in his knee. It pierced his leg and he let out a soft, quiet squeal. “What...what the fudge?” The blood slowly flowed out of his body.

Freddeh laughed. From an extreme distance away in the past. “Oh that. Yeah I had NeoSilk’s old bow from the last game and it let me fire an arrow that resolved four days in the future - but it could be stopped if I was roleblocked after using it or if the player was protected from nightkill on any night before their death. Looked like you’re just particularly unlucky!”

KoD frowned. “Oh shit this is the actual ending of the game.” And he burned in hell forever and ever, tormented by his own walls of lies.


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KoD was King of Dominaria, Mafia Aligned Wallsmith.

Town Wins!

Design stuff coming shortly.

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And on the pedestal, these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare - the lone and level sands stretch far away.


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Hmmm maybe is time to get some cake

Delicious bakeryyy

No time to play mafia but hate 2 lose…
Haunter, Town Aligned Jester have good plan, yes, very good!! We do!

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If lynched Haunter can pick one person and give them the power of cop, good yes, much investigate. Your choice is not made public knowledge, no, no!! And person you pick must choose between keeping the power of the cop or their original role, if already hav night ability power.

Must keep balance, like not too many egg in cake...

Onli bad thing be that mafia have one shot ability to daykill jester, and no way to know if they used it or not

this information is public b/c mafia game sux no fair


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2. PariahKing, Town Aligned Inevitable Traitor [JaC]
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Really, you’ve gotten a bad rap. You’re not against the town - you’re just always pursuing your own self interests, even if that includes killing all of your friends/acquaintances/people you met on a bus once. No one’s going to trust this, but you’re really PariahKing, Town Aligned Inevitable Traitor.

Admiral Jac is a little too full of himself, and you can’t have any competition for the throne of pariahs. Yes, working for the benefit of the town, this time, really! Well. For now.

You see, have a one shot night ability: kill target player. (The manner you perform this action will be vicious and horrible, and likely involve some kind of brutal betrayal.) But if you do so, you abandon your town alignment and become a survivor. Survivors are self aligned players who win if they survive to the end of the game. They appear as scum in investigations.

But that should be no problem for you at all though, right?


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3. Ragnarokio, Town Aligned Super Miller [MYKIDS]
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Verily tho are...oh, I got tired of writing like this in the first post.

You’re Ragnarokio, Town Aligned Super Miller. And despite being presented as a champion for the town, you’re like...well, their Achilles heel. People just can’t help but see you poorly!

This even bleeds into investigations. Any kind of investigation by a player done into you will turn up as the worst possible result. Really, you’re making a normal miller just look lazy.

But soldier on, brave townie. Maybe you’ll help the town and survive to day two this time.

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MOD NOTES: If investigated, scum, if name copped, PariahKing, if tracked, whoever died. (If no one died, whoever the mafia originally targeted.)

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4. Freddeh, Town Aligned Mechanically Challenged Dude [FREDDEH]
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Hmm, Freddeh, Town Aligned Mechanically Challenged Dude?

Let’s see, a google reverse image search suggests your avatar is from DND...I’ll roll a dice to determine the power level of your role…

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Lol

Oh oh wait. I forgot something. You found NeoSilk’s old bow. But it’s really damaged and the calibration is rather off.

You have a very, VERY limited vig. If you shoot someone at night, it will take four days for it arrive to kill them. (So a shot fired N1 would resolve at the start of D5.) If they protected by a doctor in any of those days, or you are roleblocked any time between, the effect fizzles. Because of the extreme distance involved, this ability cannot be tracked.


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N1: Kill JD.

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5. JayDreven, Town Aligned Protective Sewer Navigator [ZIP]
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No one’s been around as long as you. (PK’s note: It’s nice to look young in comparison.) You never really believed in “PaK’s” new empire and opposed it from the beginning. Over the years, you’ve mastered the interdimensonal travel that hosts mafia games (green pipe to pipe travel) and affectionately named them the “sewers.”

You’re covered in knives, daggers, and more pouches than some states have zip codes. Really, you’re prepared for everything. But as unfunny memes would tell us, you attac but also protec. On Night One, you can select any player of your choice (including yourself) and protect them, guiding them through the sewers and saving them from a murder attempt. However on Night Two, you can only choose player above or below them on the player list.

For example, say this is the player list:
1. Ralph Nader
2. Mr. Meeseeks
3. Zindaras
4. Bottle of Hot Sauce
5. Ebola

and you chose to protect Zindaras

Mr. Meeseeks is directly above Zindaras, and Bottle of Hot Sauce is directly below Zindaras, so they are both valid targets. Ralph Nader and Ebola are not, because they’re two spots away instead of one.

Example (green is valid, red is invalid):

N2 Choice Options with a N1 Choice of Zindaras

1. Ralph Nader
2. Mr. Meeseeks
3. Zindaras
4. Bottle of Hot Sauce
5. Ebola

If you had started with Ralph Nader, you would also only be able to go down one, and target Mr. Meeseeks.

Example of N2 Choice Options with N1 Choice of Ralph Nader:

1. Ralph Nader
2. Mr. Meeseeks
3. Zindaras
4. Bottle of Hot Sauce
5. Ebola

The same works with Ebola, you can only go up to Bottle of Hot Sauce.

In a hypothetical night 3, if the player list had not changed, you could do the following pattern: Zindaras -> Mr. Meeseeks -> Zindaras, allowing you to repeat your first protective choice, even though you could not do it in consecutive nights.

In the event of the player you target being dead on the coming night phase, the player who was above them previously now occupies that location (in the case of a dead Zindaras, it would be Mr. Meeseeks) and you would be able to protect Ralph Nader or Bottle of Hot Sauce.

Example:

1. Ralph Nader
2. Mr. Meeseeks
3. Zindaras (Dead)
4. Bottle of Hot Sauce
5. Ebola

If you choose not to protect anyone or fail to do so, you stay in the same location as you started night with.

(This restriction is based off of the geographical locations and unwatched distances within the sewer system. Don’t question the logic of it!)

Enjoy this rather awkward role JayDreven, Town Aligned Protective Sewer Navigator.)


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N1: Protect Fred.

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6. Hello World, Town Aligned Problem Starter [JD]
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You really enjoy just problematic situations. The town’s will is really a suggestion to you, Hello World, Town Aligned Problem Starter.

If you vote for a Rynch D1 or D2, your vote counts as a triple vote.

If you vote for No Lynch D1 or D2, your vote counts as a double vote.

D1 or D2, if you cast a vote on someone who is two away from being lynched, your vote acts as a hammer vote.

If the day ends in a tie D1 or D2, it’s announced it is a tie and that day will be left in a suspended state until a mystery party chooses the outcome. You get to choose who is lynched.

You have a one shot ability you can only use D1 or D2: you can select one person that isn’t yourself, they can’t be lynched without 75% of the town agreeing to it.

You have another one shot ability you can only use D1: you can extend the deadline 24 hours OR shorten the deadline for the upcoming day by 48 hours.

All abilities that mess with the deadline must be received and sent before a majority or deadline lynch is declared, so approximately one hour before deadline at least.



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7. FFP, Town Aligned Potentially Checking To See If You Had a No Lie Policy, That It Was A No Lie Policy That Was Accurate. [HW]
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You’re a monk famous for adhering to his “No Lie Policy.” For years. Seriously. You know how annoying that is if you’re scum? Like it’s so hard arguing against like, an out of game thing that’s always confirmed. Really limits your options. So you're a natural enemy of a kingdom founded on a throne of lies.

I have a statement for you that I promise isn’t a lie too: you’re FFP, Town Aligned Potentially Checking To See If You Had a No Lie Policy, That It Was A No Lie Policy That Was Accurate.

You have three one-shot investigative powers. You can use only one each night.

  • Investigate target player. You will be told if they are town or scum.
  • Track target player and see who they targeted.
  • Find out target player’s flavor name (if you investigated yourself, you would see that you are "FFP."

Because your powers come from the strength of your No Lie Policy, you lose the ability to use any of these abilities if you lie. (If you attempt to be misleading with a lie of omission, this will be counted as a lie.)


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N1: Flavor name investigate Rag.

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8. Murica, Town Aligned Vanilla [Niklor]
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You’re so fucking cool, Murica. I mean you were literally used as a power role once. You could be summoned to fight on behalf of a player.

You don’t NEED any power, Murica, Town Aligned Vanilla. You could just fake claim you’re the cop and get everyone lynched off your reads alone! (You did that once.)

You are so rich and powerful in your own little corner of Px2 that you don’t care how this whole little dumb battle goes. But I mean you live the:cool: lifestyle, you might as well make PK look stupid. (He is really dumb and not as good at this game as you are.) I mean he’s still using the computer you built him in like 2008 lol what a loser




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9. SneakyFox, Town Aligned Empress of Buns [Alt]
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As a Canadian, you have learned the arts of being particularly stealthy and eating poutine. You have never actually played in Px2, but you will in the future, so this game now employs time travel. Your favorite hobby is annoying PK, so it’s only proper you resist him here, SneakyFox, Town Aligned Empress of Buns.

You understand science + physics really, really well so you can stop bullets and general death implements with the power of your buns. (It’s like a cushion, don’t question the logic.) So the first time you would be killed, you instead don’t die. (This includes lynching, night kills, etc.)

But...well...it turns out protecting your life with your buns only works so long, so you’ll die 48 hours after you originally would have. Tragic.

Once during the game: you can also revive a player from the dead by rubbing poutine in their dead face. It will be so revolting to them that they rise from the dead. Poutine is so nasty that it will also rob them of some of their humanity and they will return without any powers. You can use this ability during the night or during day if you send a PM to the moderator.

Any dead player you target has 3 days to respond to the call of the void. If they fail to do, the spell fizzles and you do not raise them from the dead and are allowed one final chance to attempt to use your power on someone else.


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10. Rubik, Town Aligned Person Who Lives Near Another Person And Is Part of a Local Prayer Group [Linkdude]
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Wow Rubik, Town Aligned Person Who Lives Near Another Person And Is Part of a Local Prayer Group

you pretty much revived an entirely dead community

I mean the reason I’m posting here right now is because of you

It’s only natural you would be a person who worked with communicating with others. Recently you built a hut made out of mud. It’s right next to Niklor’s (played by Y) bird nest, so you bought a paper cup and put a string in it - now you two can talk to each other all the time. (Use this QT only for your discussions: LINK HERE) It’s a great way for you both to learn about each other, although you can’t directly quote anything from your PM there.

You both have great faith in something (Niklor in the great god of birds, yourself in the deliciousness of Taco Bell) so if you both send a prayer to the moderator asking for protection of one person, that player will be protected from night kill. (This is not considered a player action, since it is an indirect prayer that hopefully reaches the ears of a divine being.) Please write a very nice prayer that is at least a few lines expressing your hope that so and so will be kept safe.

(You may not pray for the safety of each other as it would be seen as selfish and insincere.)

Also you both believe in spreading words of faith and good cheer, so if one of you dies, your QT will be publically posted in thread by the survivor.


MAFIA TEAM

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11. KingofDominaria, Mafia Aligned Wallsmith [KoD]
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You were a humble wallsmith, but the PariahKingsian government started taxing and regulating your posts. In order to pay less word tax so you can continue to build your giant walls, you must pretend to have a posting restriction of your choice (that can be easily detected by others, although it doesn’t have to be something obnoxious).

If you fail to adhere to a posting restriction, your effective tax rate will go up - you will find this unpleasant. You can change your posting restriction as frequently as you like for whatever reason you would like to imply, as long as you have one.

Oh, wait. I forgot to add: you’re KingofDominaria, Mafia Aligned Wallsmith. You realized that working with PK was the path of least resistance, so you reached out to Admiral Jac. They still put you through a litany of tortures daily, but at the end, they hand you a nice little muffin. With a candle.

You also have a handy ability stemming from your verbose nature, although it is not optional: each night you must target one player of your choice, and roleblock them by erecting a giant wall made out of words about a banal topic of your choosing. (Whoever you target with this ability will be rather annoyed and given the details of why they’re shutdown.) However, anyone you target will become numb to your antics, so you can never roleblock the same person twice. Again, you LOVE to make walls of text, so you HAVE to use this ability each night. (The only exception to this rule is if you would be mechanically forced to roleblock yourself, due to your immunity from suffering the effects of walls.)

You can perform the mafia kill and roleblock someone at the same time, but you if are followed in some fashion or other, it will be detected you took both actions.

Your partners are X and Y. This is the mafia QT, you may repost your role PMs there:

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MOD NOTES: If refuses to have a posting restriction, loses 0.25 of vote until 25 posting restricted posts.

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12. Niklor, Mafia Aligned Person Who Lives Near Another Person And Is Part of a Local Prayer Group [Rag]
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Ok gonna be honest, this is complicated

First you are a giant bird who lives in a hut made out of mud and you’re evil, you were just chilling and doing mafia things but then Rubik (played by Linkdude74) moved in next door to you in a mud hut (because that’s what he does jfc, right, always uniting people and reforming communities) and its p. awkward, with his dumb little cup and paper string he uses to communicate

He discovered you live in a bird nest and that even though you are a bird, you are both people of faith. So he comes to you and is really pushy about you each praying at night for the protection and safety of someone else. (But you put on a good face about it, because that’s what he suspects and you don’t want him to suspect you’re not really actually the same alignment as him - you already trust in the great god of the birds, and he keeps rambling about how Taco Bell is great.)

Anyway, if you both send a prayer to the moderator asking for protection of one person, that player will be protected from night kill. (This is not considered a player action, since it is an indirect prayer that hopefully reaches the ears of a divine being.) Please write a very nice prayer that is at least a few lines expressing your hope that so and so will be kept safe.

(You may not pray for the safety of each other as that would be seen as selfish and insincere.)

Also you both believe in spreading words of faith and good cheer, so if one of you dies, your QT will be publically posted in thread by the survivor.

umm yeah, enjoy that Niklor, Mafia Aligned Person Who Lives Near Another Person And Is Part of a Local Prayer Group

DO NOT CONFUSE THESE TWO QTs OR IT WILL REALLY, REALLY SUCK TO BE YOU

NEIGHBOR QT: https://www.quicktopic.com/52/H/WLTVZygwTtPAf (this is your private QT with Linkdude74 where you can communicate) [you cannot quote your role PM there]

(I would not share this directly with the mafia as the QT shows unique visitors.)

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Okay your mafia teammates are Rubik and KoD.

AGAIN DO NOT CONFUSE THESE TWO QTs, ALWAYS DOUBLE CHECK WHICH QT YOU ARE IN BEFORE POSTING ANYTHING

The Mafia QT is here: link here


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13. Just a Cleric, Mafia Aligned Admiral [Rubik]
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You’re the mafia don…

Just a Cleric, Mafia Aligned Admiral!

What, you thought that would be PK? No. Not at all. He doesn't understand the beauty of order, using chaos to advance himself. Your hard work has led to a military coup where you have essentially made him an outcast as you direct law and order in this reformed hellhole.

But the people still resist your perfect Touhou-inspired paradise, where shrine maidens have replaced paranoia. So you've decided to covertly infiltrate JayDreven's mercenaries.

Of course, you're suspect number one so you've taken yourself a little disguise - having dumped his brain, you've undone all of Zipperflesh's zippers and put on his skin as a suit. It's incredibly disgusting and uncomfortable in every way imaginable, but you appear as Zipperflesh in role name investigations and town in straight investigations. (As the mafia don, you have to choose who makes the night kill, and if you choose yourself, that is still detected as an action taken by that player in investigations.)

Your mafia partners are X and Y. Here is the mafia QT: LINK HERE


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Mafia QT information:

The following players are not players in the game. (Zindaras, Mistform Dragon, StinkyJoeTerry, ProphetKing, Glare of the Loxodon, Ahlyis.)

Zindaras was a GM of Px2 and was associated with cats, a rival of mine, and was betrayed by me in a game called MTG 8. (It involved a knife of backstabbery.)

Mistform Dragon was a GM of MPFG, the forum before Px2. He was a cool guy and I talked to him quite a bit. His name is based off a magic card, I believe.

StinkyJoeTerry had a zombie for an avatar (I think it was an Iron Maiden album cover?) and was a GM of Px2. I made a game with him once where it was stated he was confirmed scum but he was just a survivor.

ProphetKing was another username I had because the old Wizards of the Coast boards ate my username in a transfer.

Ahlyis is a cool person doesn’t like KoD very much.

Glare of the Loxodon was an analytic player. A loxodon is a card from magic the gathering. He hosted a game once called MuPfia (or something close to that in spelling) where everyone used to alternate accounts to play.

All of the above was explained with zero research and is to the best of my memory.

Also: you may ask 3 historical questions about a game, role, or player of your choice. I will answer the question as honestly as I can recall from memory, with a few short sentences. You can ask these whenever you want.

Also, as you can see - there’s that daykill jester thing. Any one of you 3 can PM me and choose to use the ability at any time. If I receive it, I will remark that I did in this QT and say it was used. Hopefully for you, if you use it, you don’t waste it.

A possible revival role may be present in the game.

[Note to self: post the mafia’s role PMs in the QTs.]

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So first off: the game was designed to be heavily town-sided on purpose. That was clearly a mistake - I overestimated the town's futility based on the last game.

The game really was not designed to handle chain lynches off of mafia. I assumed the town would struggle a ton. Oops.

I wanted 14 players because the PK role could be extremely toxic if the town was doing badly (what I expected).

The SneakyFox/Haunter/PK as Town stuff was put in the game just to add an element of WTF flavor to prevent like "oh Rag is lock town" or whatever. I also expected Rubik's townpants mechanic and Rag's super millerness to be a counterbalance for the mafia to deal with the jester cop potential/FFP.

I also waaaay was off on how Alt's ability would be perceived - I assumed the history of PKMN Cult and bastard revival effects would cause extreme mistrust. That apparently was a bad assumption.

Fred's ability I underrated severely and thought it more a hindrance to the town given the scum had a rb and a partial doctor with Rag. In retrospect, I would make the ability fail if he died.

I dunno. I like the design of the game but the balance was my attempt to sort of create an even game for town given their struggles and the typical bastard WIFOM predictions that causes bad times, and it just never recovered from the chain mafia lynch. I feel it was a fun game, which is most important, but I do apologize for the bad balance. Goes to show everyone needs a back-up reviewer to veto ideas (I couldn't find one).

I think in retrospect, I'd remove the revival and make Fred's ability fail on death.

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I want to thank everyone for playing, I had a great time watching the game. I really appreciate the time and effort you all put into the game. In particular I'd like to thank MyKids for sticking it out and trying to play in a new place. If LinkDude sees this, I think him as well for playing as a new player too.

I would post the mafia QT but they never really used it, they just used Discord, and the Link/Rag one was posted earlier in the game.

It was a blast! I doubt I'll host another game for quite awhile with more hours at job stuff, so it's special to me it was a (mostly) fun experience.

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Oh and the whole lightning round thing wasn't actually part of the game, it just was impossible for the town to lose so I just did it to artificially end the game. Felt like it would be too big a waste of everyone's time to play it out for literally no reason (other than JaC randomly losing himself the game maybe).

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Also poor KoD

That arrow thing is absurd

He made a great effort of it after er...Rubik/Rag

How do I put this

That play made no sense whatsoever. Like it guaranteed at least one mafia death with the Rag claim

And for Rubik, we discussed this but optimal play is to claim something just to trigger another townie death, even if it's cop.

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Also I had a Silly Dragons role where he would like eat dead people's bodies and stuff but deleted it because Silly was inactive

But now we have more Silly yay

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ummm lemme see

jd's usage of his abilities/claiming jester entertained me a lot. (rag wanted to shoot him right away)

I would honestly have to re-read but Town MVP probably goes to Niklor or HW by default? Like Rubik/Rag kind of gave it away but they seemed to be ontop of it. Maybe Freddeh for the memes.

Scum MVP obv KoD, made the best effort at tricking people, killed the jester, etc.

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Also The Computer Mutt still is a nice townsperson who owns a medium sized business.

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