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[quote name="RaccoonusDoodus" date="2024-11-18 16:47:01" ]
If jade flips red imma look at Market next fyi
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]probably a good look?
im trying to think if w!market subs in just to defend a wolfmate thats Immediately dying tho??? shrug[/FONT]
RaccoonusDoodus wrote on 2024-11-18 16:47:01:
If jade flips red imma look at Market next fyi
im trying to think if w!market subs in just to defend a wolfmate thats Immediately dying tho??? shrug
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[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:39:25" ]
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]does nobody have thoughts on me trying to mech solve the game at all btw?[/FONT]
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:39:25:
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
im gonna go now. if i die, i die. if a town dies. im. so sorry.
sorry for not goating this game regardless.
sorry for not goating this game regardless.
im gonna go now. if i die, i die. if a town dies. im. so sorry.
sorry for not goating this game regardless.
sorry for not goating this game regardless.
[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:53:32" ]
[quote name="ArtMajor" date="2024-11-18 16:47:40" ]
Legitimately starting to wonder if there’s like a blackmailer or smth in here the way jade aint shown up
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]are those common here? i kinda assumed they were BM?
(tbh even Cat in fruit lobby was kinda weh)[/FONT]
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I’ve never [i]seen[/i] one they’re just on my mind from the Maafia YouTube series and the growing silence makes conspiracy brain go WILD
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:53:32:
ArtMajor wrote on 2024-11-18 16:47:40:
Legitimately starting to wonder if there’s like a blackmailer or smth in here the way jade aint shown up
(tbh even Cat in fruit lobby was kinda weh)
I’ve never seen one they’re just on my mind from the Maafia YouTube series and the growing silence makes conspiracy brain go WILD
[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:54:46" ]
[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:39:25" ]
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]does nobody have thoughts on me trying to mech solve the game at all btw?[/FONT]
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Idk how mech solving works lowkey
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:54:46:
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:39:25:
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
Idk how mech solving works lowkey
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[quote name="RaccoonusDoodus" date="2024-11-18 16:57:16" ]
[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:54:46" ]
[quote name="Polybius0147" date="2024-11-18 16:39:25" ]
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]does nobody have thoughts on me trying to mech solve the game at all btw?[/FONT]
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Idk how mech solving works lowkey
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS]its determiening whether or not you think a power is balanced to the power level to the rest of the game. ie this game has a lot of one shots, which is why im more suspect on viva having what should be a high power role in a ~low powered game
if that makes sense?
tho again, mafia role cop flipped and thats the easiest role for her to fakeclaim? unless she took off of baha's reports? even then /shrug
its weird.
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RaccoonusDoodus wrote on 2024-11-18 16:57:16:
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:54:46:
Polybius0147 wrote on 2024-11-18 16:39:25:
just so we are all on the same page; jade is ~likely a deflector. its a self bus driver and i thought she was softing pgo d1
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
this ability can come from town but more reasonably the town vers of this role only deflects kp so deflecting inves and rb makes it feel a bit over the edge to put as a w!ability but im. not entirely sure given that theres still unclaimed abilities nya
Idk how mech solving works lowkey
if that makes sense?
tho again, mafia role cop flipped and thats the easiest role for her to fakeclaim? unless she took off of baha's reports? even then /shrug
its weird.
End of D3
The weather station made it four blissful hours into this day before any disasters occurred. The sky was clear for once, so there was no need to worry about the holes in the umbrellas when broadcasting the next few days’ weather; the coffee machine was working perfectly, the interns were studious and focused, and there was even a container of oranges in the fridge politely labeled FEEL FREE TO TAKE ONE :). All was well, until…
“I’m doing an inspection,” the security officer announced, slamming down a clipboard on the head script writer’s desk. “Are you responsible for the events of forty minutes ago?”
The script writer blinked up at him through comically large glasses, baffled. “The what? I thought the whole roof thing was this morning, and that wasn’t me, anyway?”
“That’s not the topic of this investigation,” the security officer insisted, pushing the clipboard to the writer, who signed the slot next to their name almost without looking at the contents of the paper. “A far more sinister force is at play. Listen!”
“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” the writer said, slowly pushing their chair away from the security officer. “Shouldn’t you be investigating the sabotage…?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty serious,” one of the interns piped up sagely from one desk over. “Took one of my friends already. Terrible stuff. I think it’s the rats.”
“The what?”
The security officer, ignoring both of them, pointed frantically towards the speaker in the corner of the room. “The music! Someone’s tampered with it! It’s going to hurt us all!”
“Well, that can’t be the rats,” the intern said, then frowned, thinking. “Maybe they’re not rats. They had, like, antlers?”
“They had what?”
“I guess it’s worth investigating then,” the intern concluded, tapping their chin. “If it’s something one of us did. But the music sounds fine to me?”
The music did, indeed, sound fine. Sort of like a soft jazz song, maybe? It would have been more fitting on a rainy day, but it was perfectly nice today, too. The security officer, unconvinced and uninterested in the rats, grabbed the intern with one hand and the writer with the other, pulling them over to the corner to stand directly beneath the speaker. “Listen! You’ll see!”
“Um,” the intern said nervously, squirming out of his grasp and taking a step backward. “I don’t think the issue is the sound here…?”
“Yeah,” the script writer agreed, taking an even larger step back. For once, they seemed to have forgotten about the rats. “You should be careful with, uh—”
The jazz music transitioned to a moment of pleasant, quiet piano. The wires holding the speaker to the wall creaked softly above the security officer, who was still gesturing wildly at the other two. “It’s an act of evil! Someone—”
With a dramatic thud, the giant speaker fell, directly atop the poor security officer, who let out a sad yelp as it squished him into a comically flat shape… or maybe he’d disappeared, because there were no traces of blood or flesh left on the ground. “I told you so,” the intern said gloomily. “There’s not even anything else wrong with it.”
The speaker, which had gone silent after falling from the wall, miraculously came back to life for its last act of revenge, which was announcing in increasingly ridiculous voices, “PIANO. HOUSE PIANO. CLARINET. ORGAN. GUITAR. HEAVY GUITAR!”
“… Ah.”
The script writer sighed, dusting off their clothes. “Can you tell me more about the rats now?”
The weather station made it four blissful hours into this day before any disasters occurred. The sky was clear for once, so there was no need to worry about the holes in the umbrellas when broadcasting the next few days’ weather; the coffee machine was working perfectly, the interns were studious and focused, and there was even a container of oranges in the fridge politely labeled FEEL FREE TO TAKE ONE :). All was well, until…
“I’m doing an inspection,” the security officer announced, slamming down a clipboard on the head script writer’s desk. “Are you responsible for the events of forty minutes ago?”
The script writer blinked up at him through comically large glasses, baffled. “The what? I thought the whole roof thing was this morning, and that wasn’t me, anyway?”
“That’s not the topic of this investigation,” the security officer insisted, pushing the clipboard to the writer, who signed the slot next to their name almost without looking at the contents of the paper. “A far more sinister force is at play. Listen!”
“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” the writer said, slowly pushing their chair away from the security officer. “Shouldn’t you be investigating the sabotage…?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty serious,” one of the interns piped up sagely from one desk over. “Took one of my friends already. Terrible stuff. I think it’s the rats.”
“The what?”
The security officer, ignoring both of them, pointed frantically towards the speaker in the corner of the room. “The music! Someone’s tampered with it! It’s going to hurt us all!”
“Well, that can’t be the rats,” the intern said, then frowned, thinking. “Maybe they’re not rats. They had, like, antlers?”
“They had what?”
“I guess it’s worth investigating then,” the intern concluded, tapping their chin. “If it’s something one of us did. But the music sounds fine to me?”
The music did, indeed, sound fine. Sort of like a soft jazz song, maybe? It would have been more fitting on a rainy day, but it was perfectly nice today, too. The security officer, unconvinced and uninterested in the rats, grabbed the intern with one hand and the writer with the other, pulling them over to the corner to stand directly beneath the speaker. “Listen! You’ll see!”
“Um,” the intern said nervously, squirming out of his grasp and taking a step backward. “I don’t think the issue is the sound here…?”
“Yeah,” the script writer agreed, taking an even larger step back. For once, they seemed to have forgotten about the rats. “You should be careful with, uh—”
The jazz music transitioned to a moment of pleasant, quiet piano. The wires holding the speaker to the wall creaked softly above the security officer, who was still gesturing wildly at the other two. “It’s an act of evil! Someone—”
With a dramatic thud, the giant speaker fell, directly atop the poor security officer, who let out a sad yelp as it squished him into a comically flat shape… or maybe he’d disappeared, because there were no traces of blood or flesh left on the ground. “I told you so,” the intern said gloomily. “There’s not even anything else wrong with it.”
The speaker, which had gone silent after falling from the wall, miraculously came back to life for its last act of revenge, which was announcing in increasingly ridiculous voices, “PIANO. HOUSE PIANO. CLARINET. ORGAN. GUITAR. HEAVY GUITAR!”
“… Ah.”
The script writer sighed, dusting off their clothes. “Can you tell me more about the rats now?”
End of D3
The weather station made it four blissful hours into this day before any disasters occurred. The sky was clear for once, so there was no need to worry about the holes in the umbrellas when broadcasting the next few days’ weather; the coffee machine was working perfectly, the interns were studious and focused, and there was even a container of oranges in the fridge politely labeled FEEL FREE TO TAKE ONE :). All was well, until…
“I’m doing an inspection,” the security officer announced, slamming down a clipboard on the head script writer’s desk. “Are you responsible for the events of forty minutes ago?”
The script writer blinked up at him through comically large glasses, baffled. “The what? I thought the whole roof thing was this morning, and that wasn’t me, anyway?”
“That’s not the topic of this investigation,” the security officer insisted, pushing the clipboard to the writer, who signed the slot next to their name almost without looking at the contents of the paper. “A far more sinister force is at play. Listen!”
“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” the writer said, slowly pushing their chair away from the security officer. “Shouldn’t you be investigating the sabotage…?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty serious,” one of the interns piped up sagely from one desk over. “Took one of my friends already. Terrible stuff. I think it’s the rats.”
“The what?”
The security officer, ignoring both of them, pointed frantically towards the speaker in the corner of the room. “The music! Someone’s tampered with it! It’s going to hurt us all!”
“Well, that can’t be the rats,” the intern said, then frowned, thinking. “Maybe they’re not rats. They had, like, antlers?”
“They had what?”
“I guess it’s worth investigating then,” the intern concluded, tapping their chin. “If it’s something one of us did. But the music sounds fine to me?”
The music did, indeed, sound fine. Sort of like a soft jazz song, maybe? It would have been more fitting on a rainy day, but it was perfectly nice today, too. The security officer, unconvinced and uninterested in the rats, grabbed the intern with one hand and the writer with the other, pulling them over to the corner to stand directly beneath the speaker. “Listen! You’ll see!”
“Um,” the intern said nervously, squirming out of his grasp and taking a step backward. “I don’t think the issue is the sound here…?”
“Yeah,” the script writer agreed, taking an even larger step back. For once, they seemed to have forgotten about the rats. “You should be careful with, uh—”
The jazz music transitioned to a moment of pleasant, quiet piano. The wires holding the speaker to the wall creaked softly above the security officer, who was still gesturing wildly at the other two. “It’s an act of evil! Someone—”
With a dramatic thud, the giant speaker fell, directly atop the poor security officer, who let out a sad yelp as it squished him into a comically flat shape… or maybe he’d disappeared, because there were no traces of blood or flesh left on the ground. “I told you so,” the intern said gloomily. “There’s not even anything else wrong with it.”
The speaker, which had gone silent after falling from the wall, miraculously came back to life for its last act of revenge, which was announcing in increasingly ridiculous voices, “PIANO. HOUSE PIANO. CLARINET. ORGAN. GUITAR. HEAVY GUITAR!”
“… Ah.”
The script writer sighed, dusting off their clothes. “Can you tell me more about the rats now?”
The weather station made it four blissful hours into this day before any disasters occurred. The sky was clear for once, so there was no need to worry about the holes in the umbrellas when broadcasting the next few days’ weather; the coffee machine was working perfectly, the interns were studious and focused, and there was even a container of oranges in the fridge politely labeled FEEL FREE TO TAKE ONE :). All was well, until…
“I’m doing an inspection,” the security officer announced, slamming down a clipboard on the head script writer’s desk. “Are you responsible for the events of forty minutes ago?”
The script writer blinked up at him through comically large glasses, baffled. “The what? I thought the whole roof thing was this morning, and that wasn’t me, anyway?”
“That’s not the topic of this investigation,” the security officer insisted, pushing the clipboard to the writer, who signed the slot next to their name almost without looking at the contents of the paper. “A far more sinister force is at play. Listen!”
“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” the writer said, slowly pushing their chair away from the security officer. “Shouldn’t you be investigating the sabotage…?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty serious,” one of the interns piped up sagely from one desk over. “Took one of my friends already. Terrible stuff. I think it’s the rats.”
“The what?”
The security officer, ignoring both of them, pointed frantically towards the speaker in the corner of the room. “The music! Someone’s tampered with it! It’s going to hurt us all!”
“Well, that can’t be the rats,” the intern said, then frowned, thinking. “Maybe they’re not rats. They had, like, antlers?”
“They had what?”
“I guess it’s worth investigating then,” the intern concluded, tapping their chin. “If it’s something one of us did. But the music sounds fine to me?”
The music did, indeed, sound fine. Sort of like a soft jazz song, maybe? It would have been more fitting on a rainy day, but it was perfectly nice today, too. The security officer, unconvinced and uninterested in the rats, grabbed the intern with one hand and the writer with the other, pulling them over to the corner to stand directly beneath the speaker. “Listen! You’ll see!”
“Um,” the intern said nervously, squirming out of his grasp and taking a step backward. “I don’t think the issue is the sound here…?”
“Yeah,” the script writer agreed, taking an even larger step back. For once, they seemed to have forgotten about the rats. “You should be careful with, uh—”
The jazz music transitioned to a moment of pleasant, quiet piano. The wires holding the speaker to the wall creaked softly above the security officer, who was still gesturing wildly at the other two. “It’s an act of evil! Someone—”
With a dramatic thud, the giant speaker fell, directly atop the poor security officer, who let out a sad yelp as it squished him into a comically flat shape… or maybe he’d disappeared, because there were no traces of blood or flesh left on the ground. “I told you so,” the intern said gloomily. “There’s not even anything else wrong with it.”
The speaker, which had gone silent after falling from the wall, miraculously came back to life for its last act of revenge, which was announcing in increasingly ridiculous voices, “PIANO. HOUSE PIANO. CLARINET. ORGAN. GUITAR. HEAVY GUITAR!”
“… Ah.”
The script writer sighed, dusting off their clothes. “Can you tell me more about the rats now?”
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[size=1]@ChaoticPotato @hopechr @TrashySockBasket @VivaFariy @Stargate18 @CrabbyJade @Marketplace @ArtMajor @RaccoonusDoodus @OnceWorried @munnin @bahamux @Allowyn @polybius0147 @EmbertheSkywing
@CreatorsDilemma @tytration @BirdieDragon @Zikitty @StormDreamer @Sunlightdruid @nanimonai @AwkwardTrash @Luftschloss @Xcscientist @ShinyDecidueye @gn0me @spacecatmint @B00KW0RM @Masqd @didistetter @FunFilledWTFery @CookieArcher @devilstarot[/size]
Votes:
[b]Polybius0147 (5):[/b] Allowyn, ArtMajor, hopechr, VivaFariy, Marketplace
[b]CrabbyJade (4):[/b] polybius0147, EmbertheSkywing, RaccoonusDoodus, OnceWorried
[b]Polybius0147[/b] has been eliminated! [b]Polybius0147[/b] was: [color=green]Security Officer, town[/color]
[b]Security Officer[/b]
You never expected your nice comfortable job at a weather station would encounter even a tenth the amount of the trouble as your last job, but life has a way of surprising you. You'd much rather continue getting potato chip crumbs on your boss's desk all day, no matter how much it annoys them, than do any actual work, but the sooner this is over, the better. At least this job doesn't have any runaway ferrets?
[b][Wincon][/b] - Eliminate all threats to town.
[b][1-shot][Sunny][/b] - Forceful Removal: Shoot a target player. This may only be used at night.
[i][Sunny][/i] - If this condition is met, gain an additional effect. Your ability has the [lightning] modifier, and you may use it anytime.
[b]Passive][/b] - Dark and Mysterious: You show up as mafia to any investigative abilities.
—
Night 3 has started!
Night 3 will end on 11/19 at 17:00 FRT. Players are restricted from posting until you are pinged for day start.
The action submission deadline is on 11/19 at 15:00 FRT. Any actions submitted past this deadline will not be counted.
The weather is currently: [Clear]!
@ChaoticPotato @hopechr @TrashySockBasket @VivaFariy @Stargate18 @CrabbyJade @Marketplace @ArtMajor @RaccoonusDoodus @OnceWorried @munnin @bahamux @Allowyn @polybius0147 @EmbertheSkywing
@CreatorsDilemma @tytration @BirdieDragon @Zikitty @StormDreamer @Sunlightdruid @nanimonai @AwkwardTrash @Luftschloss @Xcscientist @ShinyDecidueye @gn0me @spacecatmint @B00KW0RM @Masqd @didistetter @FunFilledWTFery @CookieArcher @devilstarot
Votes:
Polybius0147 (5): Allowyn, ArtMajor, hopechr, VivaFariy, Marketplace
CrabbyJade (4): polybius0147, EmbertheSkywing, RaccoonusDoodus, OnceWorried
Polybius0147 has been eliminated! Polybius0147 was: Security Officer, town
Security Officer
You never expected your nice comfortable job at a weather station would encounter even a tenth the amount of the trouble as your last job, but life has a way of surprising you. You'd much rather continue getting potato chip crumbs on your boss's desk all day, no matter how much it annoys them, than do any actual work, but the sooner this is over, the better. At least this job doesn't have any runaway ferrets?
[Wincon] - Eliminate all threats to town.
[1-shot][Sunny] - Forceful Removal: Shoot a target player. This may only be used at night.
[Sunny] - If this condition is met, gain an additional effect. Your ability has the [lightning] modifier, and you may use it anytime.
Passive] - Dark and Mysterious: You show up as mafia to any investigative abilities.
—
Night 3 has started!
Night 3 will end on 11/19 at 17:00 FRT. Players are restricted from posting until you are pinged for day start.
The action submission deadline is on 11/19 at 15:00 FRT. Any actions submitted past this deadline will not be counted.
The weather is currently: [Clear]!
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