If you fail to meet the post minimum once, you will be sent an "Activity Check" PM to confirm you are still able to participate in the game.
If you fail to meet the post minimum twice, or fail to respond affirmatively to an Activity Check within 24 hours, you will be forcibly replaced.
Daily Post Limit: None Anti-Claim Mechanics: None Night Chat: Disallowed except through any Private Channels linked in your Role PM. Outside Communication: Disallowed except through any Private Channels linked in your Role PM. Private Channels Have Daytalk?: Yes Discord Access Required?: No
Majority/Insta-lim: At 36 hours Minimum Vote Threshold for Elimination: None Proxy/Anonymous Voting: None On Tied Vote: Random draw among tied players Self-Voting: Enabled Vote to Sleep (No Elim): Disabled ELo/Final X/PLM Announced?: Yes Locked Votes: At ELo
Factional Abilities Mandatory?: Yes Factional Abilities Assigned?: Yes Action Limits: None Role Reveals: Full
x1 Town 3-Shot Poisoner x1 Town Parity Cop x1 Town Healer (Poison Doctor) x10 Vanilla Town
Additional Information
Flavor this game will be involved and rather experimental, even compared to the previous I game I actually wrote flavor for (Mafia LIVE! In SPACE!)
It takes place in the ruins of a pseudo-American society, sitting lonely and lost within a hyperbolic world, and will follow one man's post-apocalypse quest to find some meaning within the desolation.
Not only will the story of this game not even pretend to be a Mafia-esque murder mystery of any sort, but the influence that the game's events will have over it will be outside the traditional binary, with neither wolf-sided nor town-sided results being clearly good or bad for the protagonist.
If you haven't listened to the song yet, I implore you to do so before you begin the game. It's some real mood music.
Q&A
What is your policy on subs?
Essentially I recognize two different types of subs.
If you wish to be an Instant Sub, you can /in when the game is already full to be added to the Extra Queue. If a vacancy arises during the game, you will immediately be subbed in without confirmation beforehand, so it is advised that you follow the game. You will also be automatically slotted into the Main Queue, should someone /out and leave a vacancy before the game starts.
If you wish to be a Reserve Sub, you should /sub just like normal. You will be asked to confirm before subbing in, and thus you can refuse to sub in if you feel the game would be an undue burden for you. If I am pressed for time, I reserve the right to bypass the Reserve Sub queue entirely and use the public Sub Request system.
How does the Parity Cop work?
The Parity Cop that targets one player per Night, and whoever they target Night 1 has their alignment "set" to compare future targets to. If the player they target Night 2 has the same alignment, they get a result indicating a match. If the player they target Night 2 has a different alignment, they get a result indicating a mismatch. And whenever they mismatch, the mismatching alignment becomes the new control to check future targets against.
When does the Healer/Poison Doctor submit their action?
During the Day phase, after any poisonings have been revealed.
What other games does this one overlap with?
Starfish vs. Sharks! (by Arapocalypse) should be mid Day 6 by the time this starts, should it last that long!
CandyLand Vanilla Mountainous might also be Mid Day 6 by the time this starts (which would be a guaranteed F5 situation).
I have no idea about Guillo's Tactics: The Mash (by Guillotina), but unless extraordinary circumstances intervene, it should be over by the time this starts!
Witch Hunt II (by Cobalt) will be in the final 24 hours of Day 1 when this starts.
More questions welcome!
Last edited by Kaiveran; August 2nd, 2022 at 01:28 PM.
Reason: Updated Q&A
out of town & no time to play but wanted to erop in to say this flavor is dope
Thanks, @LordQuas! Speakingofwhich,howaboutalittlepreview?
[CW: political/religious abuse of power themes, bigotry, violence, zawmbeez!]
Chapter -1
STILL PINING FOR THE DAYS OF LIBERAL RULE?
We understand if the persistent hardships of the Revolutionary Era have you feeling nostalgic for the pre-Science times, when multiple parties shared in the rule of Rivonia, and multiple ideas of how to maintain and develop our civilization were allowed to compete. But reason can be treason, and a wistful look backwards in time can be clouded by one's own sinful nature.
The truth is that the era leading up to the Great People's Revolution was characterized by moral relativism and widespread degeneracy. Morality was defined by us lowly beings, rather than by the Most High, and the result was a slippery slope leading into the pit of Hell.
Do you remember:
– Men becoming idle and weak, captured by the allure of socialism and aided by so-called "welfare" programs?
– Women abandoning the traditional family en masse, giving themselves over to promiscuous and Godless ways of life?
– Homosexuality and transgenderism running rampant, spreading pestilence and corrupting our children unabated?
– Spiritual and physical poisons being sold freely at every street corner, clouding minds with stupor and addiction?
– The deplorable practice of anarchism, encouraging the subversion of state authority and tolerated broadly by the leftist parties?
When the Dual Plagues ravaged our society – and all our secular knowledge, previously sound, had failed against them – we knew that we could not turn a blind eye to these transgressions any longer. We knew we had begun to invoke God's wrath, and we needed to reverse course quickly in order to avoid the swift and terrible destruction of our great nation.
Unfortunately, most of the casualties in this age of upheaval were innocent, law-abiding, and God-fearing citizens. This begat the revelation that every Rivonian must be a soldier in this battle. We could no longer be content with purifying only ourselves; we had to cease our tolerance for sinful behavior and correct it wherever it arose – even within our own families. And thus, the Revolution was born.
Before, we faced the wrath of God.
Now, we face the wrath of the earthly wicked, and though their backlash has been fierce, we are now fighting a battle that WE CAN WIN. Through our Science we have made amends with God, and in return He has granted us His arms. Our faith must be the sword and the shield by which we wage an eternal spiritual campaign against the wickedness of Man.
Your pain is a temporary sacrifice.
Keep the faith. Maintain purity.
Stay the course and be a good citizen, and for certain, your rewards shall be great both in Heaven and on Earth.
RIVONIAN MINISTRY OF MORALITY – ONE NATION UNDER GOD
I think everyone remembered where and when they were when they finally – viscerally, I mean – learned how the world works.
It's one thing to be told that parallel lines and planes diverge, and you had to build things curved to stay level from the ground, or equidistant from some plumb line. But living in the urban core – as most of us did before the collapse – you really didn't grasp the consequences of these things. No one even blinked twice at having to turn right five times on the main arteries to get back to the same place, even as most of us lived on quadrilateral blocks. We knew that no-one was supposed to travel too far outside of the Second Pale, or else they could be lost forever – but to a city boy, that just sounded like an old wives' tale getting a big enough head for government.
For me, it was being taken to the old Gramaton Pit, just beyond the First Pale. It was an old abandoned quarry, or mine, or something like that, and the geometry teachers of St. Furia Junior High got wise to it.
I was 12, and already losing my belief in God. Of course, I wasn't blabbing about it or anything.
The first thing I remember, vividly, was all of us, all 27 kids in Mr. LaMonte's class and the Assistant Dean Ms. Bardsley (who had a history of spelunking) lined up along the rim of the pit looking down. I was laughing, as were a lot of other kids. It looked absurd, like some botched forced perspective trick in those movies your grandma watched. The light of the luminopause above shrinking into a spotlight-esque circle, and everything down there looking so small and toy-like. No-one believing any of that $%#! was honestly, truly hundreds of feet down.
But as we strapped in our harnesses and started to descend bit by bit in our safety rappels, we slowly realized it wasn't a trick.
First off, with every lurch downwards, the floor of the pit and it's features seemed to enlarge too much, from our perspective. For most of the trip, it looked less like you were getting closer, and more like someone was using PhotoMax pinch-and-zoom on your vision. The ropes hung straight down as they could, but midway through you looked around and realized you were getting further and further away from your classmates. And when we finally reached the bottom, after reckoning that the walls of the shaft were fairly straight as well, we looked up to see them appear to bow towards us, the pit entrance now a too-small porthole to the sky. None of us had ever been in a structure this big.
Needless to say, our little minds were blown. "This, children," Mr. LaMonte said, "is where geometry really starts to bite."
Our first task was to complete a worksheet explaining how all the stuff we had just witnessed worked. Geometry was the subject I hated the least in school, so I burned through the $%#!s in a hurry. As the rest of them started trickling in, and the organizers started hurriedly outlining future activities among the increasing excited commotion, I wandered off through a side path lit in an eerie blue light.
What I saw when I went around the bend astounded me. A big, globular cavern of smooth stone with countless glittering, iridescent crystals embedded in the walls. Hanging globe lights further in the distance revealed three branching passages, which in turn branched into others, in a beautiful pseudo-fractal pattern.
I was grinning ear to ear, and wasn't even mad when an apoplectic Ms. Bardsley seized me by the arm and dragged me back to the pit.
Right then I thought, maybe I do believe in God. Just...not the God that church talks about.
The tree growing in the middle of the intersection of Harman and Morton is about twice as tall as me now. Still fairly green for the length of this drought. Apparently this part of town was never extensively vaulted, so plain old dirt still lied close beneath the asphalt and concrete. Small miracles.
To the right, along the western wall of Divine Grace Charismatic Church – the place where Pastor Johns kindly gave me a shot and a bed when I was ODing on striff, wandering the streets naked and blind – I met an old familiar face this morning, his long greasy hair stuck to dried blood on his cheek. He still had his SuperShopIt name tag around his neck – "MONTIS". I first met Montis as a grizzled blond bear of a man, who barreled straight through the glass door of a walk-in freezer at his place of employment trying to kill me. After a struggle involving some surprisingly painful ice trays, I knocked him limp with the double tap of my rifle butt and the concrete floor and assumed that was the end of it.
But no, here he was, now an emaciated and barely animated corpse, slowly dry-roasting in the peak of the summer's heat.
That's me, soon, if I don't get the $%#! out of here.
In a strange way it's pitiful, to see a Rager in their last days. All that bottomless bloodthirst, and no more legs to carry it. Hands too feeble to do its bidding. Even knowing that people like him tore apart my mom, I'd be lying if I said it didn't tug at the heartstrings.
Was it really their fault, anyhow? Were they really any different than all those poor bastards who fell to the Plagues, prostrate in the streets, powerless to stop the tightening grip of death?
I wonder if, without anything to maim or kill or infect any longer, they come to their senses in some way, and realize how $%#!ing pointless it all was, now that they're staring straight into the abyss. The look in their eyes certainly says so. Most of them don't even try to grab at you when they get this bad.
Maybe it's like in the peak of the '93 riots, where it was true lawlessness – not one soldier or cop had their authority respected, and the government just could not stop the mob from smashing and stealing and graffiti-ing whatever the $%#! they wanted to. That is, until all the news channels started looping one bit of video over and over. We all laughed, at first, but then we realized what it meant. The main subject of the video had a looted TV in the back of his pick-up truck and was caught in the traffic jam of unlawful activity. Then this totally respectable-looking couple, skipping and holding hands and everything, abruptly dashed off the sidewalk, ganked the television from the back of his truck and walked away with it. He got out of the truck and stared them down, the couple stared him down (and the woman slowly reached for something under her skirt), and then he got right back in without further protest.
That's what happens when society collapses: nothing and no-one is safe. Anyone with superior force can come in at any time and take your $%#!, your limbs, your life even, without warning or recourse. The authorities can no more protect you than they protected the electronics store or head shop that you just cleaned the $%#! out. It wasn't an SoE or military op or "spiritual show of strength" that brought an end to the riots. It was people voluntarily returning to the body of mutual agreements that constitute civilization. And civilization, we all seemed to agree, was a good thing.
They did it because they wanted their own person and property to be safe, and they could only guarantee that if they made sure everyone else's was too. For a happy, peaceful moment in time, that was our common sense. Not shot-dodging, not bite-hiding, not saying "$%#! you, I got mine" and watching the world burn around you until, inevitably, your own $%#! got cooked to a crisp.
It took a long time for us to get to that point, and none of us did enough to stop it.
Before, collapse was an aberration. Now, it's just life, and eventually death.
Still, I can't help but think if we had another massive riot, where we smashed and looted the government's $%#! instead of each other's, we could have avoided this whole mess.
Ah well. Spilt milk, I suppose.
Speaking of which, I gotta take stock of whatever's left of this cache...
Ifyouwanttoseemoreofthis,jointhegameplease!
Last edited by Kaiveran; July 23rd, 2022 at 04:14 PM.
Reason: to get to get to get t-to get down!
No postcap seems kinda rough for this long of phases, but it's whatever. Also, does parity cop get a n0? Because without a n0, a parity cop becomes much weaker
No postcap seems kinda rough for this long of phases, but it's whatever. Also, does parity cop get a n0? Because without a n0, a parity cop becomes much weaker
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