I can't find that word in the dictionary... I hate you guys...

All I am going to say is this...

I think the facts speak for themselves.

Day 1: The Thread Closening

Vote Count:

Silver Lantern (1): CaptThulkman

K-Ness (1): spworldtour

adamical (1): Girathon

Girathon (1): Linkor

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The various posters posted things, deviously. And then the Mod closed the thread.

Its odd to write such self-reflective write-ups.

Day 1 is over! Night 1 is beginning! You have 24 hours to submit your actions. As always, sooner is better than later!

Night 1: Everyone Check Their Avatar

A vice ridden creature grabbed a couple of cords and messed around with them, replugging them into different ports. It laughed, and scampered off like the misbegotten creature that it was. “Vegence shall be mine, it said.”

Due to the misplaced quotes, it did not quite sound like it was in its right mind.

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The red and black clad man leaned against a dirty brick wall. As he loitered under the flicker of a street lamp, he eyed every person as they passed by. One rather attractive yet geeky woman began to pass, and the man slyly stepped in front of her.

"Hey baby... Wanna kill all humans?" He asked her.

"I've seen Futurama, and you're no Bender." She replied.

"If it's a bender you want, I have some cheap hooch out back. We can get loaded. First our guns, then our gills." He offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe you should ask my avatar, if you want to date her, that is." She smiled sweetly then continued to walk down the street.

The man in red and black held out a pad and pencil. "Give me her number. I'll give her a call!"

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The malicious one (who was incredible at his role) stood astride the vast, red landscape. Bright red trees rooting deep into the bright red hills that were alive with bright red flowers. He mumbled to himself as he rehearsed, and coughed once or twice.

The red was meant to be unsettling. Everything was red. It all blended together, just as he intended.

“Behold my master plan!” he shouted, and the red drew back its mask to reveal that all the red had been a robot the entire time! “Come, my minion!”

It dutifully followed, albeit reluctantly. “Laying it on a bit heavy, aren’t you?”

The two quarrelled for a while. The robot sighed helplessly.

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The player furiously tapped the keys on the keyboard. “heh. cashing in some retribution,” he said to himself.

The mod simply shrugged, and then sent the following pm to be included in the write-up:

Then, like a paper throwing star, he got a return pm:

adamical is dead! He was Role Blocker? (Town), a clever role (hopefully) that everyone is going to be confused about once the roles are posted at the end of the game, and may see a return if Mal does another Night 1 death mafia.

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Bodies pressed and jostled outside the entrance to the Assembly. An air of foreboding rang through the crowd of mages, sorcerers, thaumaturges, wizards, liches and necromancers. There were even a few vampires and an imp. Once through the entrance the crowd dispersed to the gallery seats. The whispered chatter in the outer hallways faded, both from reverence for the chamber and simply because the voices were lost in the vast spaces overhead.

In ancient times, the place where the Assembly gathered, was a natural amphitheater worn into the stone cliffs. It was said that kings once held court here, before the coming of the Art. As such, the revered place was chosen for the site of the Citadel of the Assembly, hallowed ground where practitioners of the Art might pursue their craft. Over this ancient amphitheater, the Citadel had been constructed.

The natural granite hollow had been carved into tiered benches with the balustrades and stairs leading from one level to another. An arc of eight seats, hewn from the granite itself, stood before a deep central pit. Flames licked upward out of this stone well, smoking with alchemies and lighting the seats in a ruddy glow. Various leaders of the Assembly already sat in their seats, leaning toward one another in whispered conversation.

The words of those gathered were cut of as a gong echoed across the open space silencing all. One of the leaders stood from his seat.

“We are gathered here today to discuss the death of Collaboration and to determine the effects of his absence will cause on this realm”

After the meeting various factions met and plotted, some to take advantage of the absence of the unity Collaboration would have brought to the realm, others to seize the vacuum of power left by him. Some to prevent the collapse of balance. Eventually they dispersed to the complete the tasks that would give them the advantage over their rivals. There were cities to conquer, ancient tomes of power to discover, princesses to abduct, and people to kill.

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Night 1 is over! Day 2 has begun! You have 24 hours to reach a majority (but I will likely close it down in 36=ish hours)

14 Players are remaining! 8 Players makes a majority. The other 6 make a discontented minority.

Does being in a minority give you Obama powers?

Ba-zinga.

No, that really is just flavor text.

Oh hello there.

It's fun to note pass to the Co-Mod.

Are you sure your role PM allows for that?

I would not be surprised if it did.

What role PM?

I am here and have nothing to add.

Do you have anything to subtract?

I can divide by zero.