Forum Mafia - The Dark Tower Game Thread
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Part of the reason I find obvious lynches not as useful, can't really get much of a read off anything today.
I am still really wondering at Laarz, and why he has only given the bare minimum about his role.
My gut has also been telling me Phil, but I have no had time to look up why that could be.
dj and coju have been lurking up a storm. To the both of them - what are your thoughts on me? Do you believe me? Who are your top scum choices? Do you think it wise everyone claims at this point?
I am still really wondering at Laarz, and why he has only given the bare minimum about his role.
My gut has also been telling me Phil, but I have no had time to look up why that could be.
dj and coju have been lurking up a storm. To the both of them - what are your thoughts on me? Do you believe me? Who are your top scum choices? Do you think it wise everyone claims at this point?
This x100. Makes me think I shouldn't waste my 1x alignment cop on Laarz since he's obvi scum already. WIFOM
CG
Flubbylovely said he was real scum. If I remember correctly. I am not ging back to check.
Caluin Graye
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Unvote: Goryani
Vote Count as of #1148
Bad Ash (2) : [strike]Pharphis[/strike], [strike]Phillinnicus[/strike], djmbbandie, [strike]Numbers[/strike], [strike]Caluin Graye[/strike], BipolarChemist, [strike]Phillinicus[/strike]
Goryani (11) : [strike]Goryani[/strike], Gwaihir, [strike]Phillinicus[/strike], Noammr, Kestegs, Phillinicus, [strike]BipolarChemist[/strike], Caluin Graye, Coju, Zauper, BipolarChemist, Jcakes, [highlight]TheMouseT[/highlight], flubbucket
Bad Ash (2) : [strike]Pharphis[/strike], [strike]Phillinnicus[/strike], djmbbandie, [strike]Numbers[/strike], [strike]Caluin Graye[/strike], BipolarChemist, [strike]Phillinicus[/strike]
Goryani (11) : [strike]Goryani[/strike], Gwaihir, [strike]Phillinicus[/strike], Noammr, Kestegs, Phillinicus, [strike]BipolarChemist[/strike], Caluin Graye, Coju, Zauper, BipolarChemist, Jcakes, [highlight]TheMouseT[/highlight], flubbucket
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*Drixx puts on his flame retardant suit, digs a deep trench with a moat around it, clears anything flammable from a 100-yard radius and deploys the last resort fire tent*
Nobody has died today.
TheMouseT has been electrically shocked by Andy, the Messenger Robot (many other functions) and will spend the next day phase hospitalized and unable to talk or vote
There will be a story incoming.
Nobody has died today.
TheMouseT has been electrically shocked by Andy, the Messenger Robot (many other functions) and will spend the next day phase hospitalized and unable to talk or vote
There will be a story incoming.
Eddie finished securing the lines holding Andy, the Messenger Robot (many other functions) to the ground in the secluded area outside town where the ambush had taken place. Sweat dripped and ran in rivulets from hair and through crags among all the assembled gunslingers, as they eyed the downed robot warily. It was one thing to blind it and keep it from escaping ... another thing entirely to shut it down and end its evil.
Roland took a grim satisfaction in it. The gunslinger had killed for many reasons in his long life. Killed many beyond many beyond counting but never one so deserving as this thing wailing and warbling on the ground in front of him. How many generations of children were led away by Andy to supposed safety and instead came back drained of all but the meanest sort of life? How many countless families had suffered on account of this wretched machine? What had the old people been thinking when they made such creations?
Roland spat at the thought of the old ones and their great pride and vanity. The gunslinger remembered something, as if out of a long forgotten dream. There was a time, yet a hundred generations before the world moved on, when mankind had achieved enough technical and scientific prowess to chip a few splinters from the great stone pillar of reality. Andy was a representation, albeit a small one, of the ways in which such pride could go awry. The world had moved on and the creations of the old ones were spinning out to whatever end they might, be it for good or for naught, ye ken?
Eddie approached and yelled over the noise of Andy's alarms, giving Andy his serial number and the command : Password. Andy's alarms stopped immediately, and a toneless robotic voice came out in reply "Andy, messenger series robot (many other functions), debug mode active. Password?"
As Eddie was digging around through his bucka looking for the strip of paper upon which Father Callahan had written the information sent to him from Black Thirteen through the void of Todash, one of the townsfolk came walking around the bend. Time seemed to slow apace as Eddie began to read off the code that would allow them to shut down the wretched machine once and for all. Before any of them could react, the newcomer had stopped barely a foot short of the robot, with a quizzical expression on his face. "Andy?" he queried, reaching out to touch the robot.
A moment more and it was done. Roland's voice called the gunslingers to action "Hile gunslingers, get this wounded priest into town and let us hope it isn't too late to save him. I'll stand guard over this devil until you return."
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Elsewhere, Walter Padick screamed in fury as his face took on the form of a horned demon. His prey, it seems, has escaped him. All who heard his howl of rage slept uneasy for many nights to follow...
Please have your night actions submitted as quickly as possible. Daytime starts in about 23.5 hours.
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Since this question has come up from nearly everyone, let me put it to bed. The wiki from which you all have been given your character information has a section called "The Unfound" in which you will find a large group of mostly very minor characters who do not have a direct alignment with either The White or The Red.
I co-opted the term "The Unfound" to give to any neutral(s) in the game. The actual character(s) belonging to the group may appear in the wiki with another designation.
Roland took a grim satisfaction in it. The gunslinger had killed for many reasons in his long life. Killed many beyond many beyond counting but never one so deserving as this thing wailing and warbling on the ground in front of him. How many generations of children were led away by Andy to supposed safety and instead came back drained of all but the meanest sort of life? How many countless families had suffered on account of this wretched machine? What had the old people been thinking when they made such creations?
Roland spat at the thought of the old ones and their great pride and vanity. The gunslinger remembered something, as if out of a long forgotten dream. There was a time, yet a hundred generations before the world moved on, when mankind had achieved enough technical and scientific prowess to chip a few splinters from the great stone pillar of reality. Andy was a representation, albeit a small one, of the ways in which such pride could go awry. The world had moved on and the creations of the old ones were spinning out to whatever end they might, be it for good or for naught, ye ken?
Eddie approached and yelled over the noise of Andy's alarms, giving Andy his serial number and the command : Password. Andy's alarms stopped immediately, and a toneless robotic voice came out in reply "Andy, messenger series robot (many other functions), debug mode active. Password?"
As Eddie was digging around through his bucka looking for the strip of paper upon which Father Callahan had written the information sent to him from Black Thirteen through the void of Todash, one of the townsfolk came walking around the bend. Time seemed to slow apace as Eddie began to read off the code that would allow them to shut down the wretched machine once and for all. Before any of them could react, the newcomer had stopped barely a foot short of the robot, with a quizzical expression on his face. "Andy?" he queried, reaching out to touch the robot.
A moment more and it was done. Roland's voice called the gunslingers to action "Hile gunslingers, get this wounded priest into town and let us hope it isn't too late to save him. I'll stand guard over this devil until you return."
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Elsewhere, Walter Padick screamed in fury as his face took on the form of a horned demon. His prey, it seems, has escaped him. All who heard his howl of rage slept uneasy for many nights to follow...
Please have your night actions submitted as quickly as possible. Daytime starts in about 23.5 hours.
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Since this question has come up from nearly everyone, let me put it to bed. The wiki from which you all have been given your character information has a section called "The Unfound" in which you will find a large group of mostly very minor characters who do not have a direct alignment with either The White or The Red.
I co-opted the term "The Unfound" to give to any neutral(s) in the game. The actual character(s) belonging to the group may appear in the wiki with another designation.
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Roland kept a wary watch on the Robot, as it occasionally asked for command input. Best to leave that task to Eddie, he thought. Not much sense in messing with the works of the long dead ancient people. Gods they might have seemed, once, with their mastery over everything they touched, but little of what they had left behind seemed the work of naught other than shortsighted men consumed by their own insane genius.
After a time, the rest of the gunslinger's ka-tet came back to the ambush place, having left the priest in a place of safety to recover.
The hulking form of Andy continued to erratically emit a request for command, and in the excitement, Eddie seemed to have forgotten that which the Father had told him concerning its shutdown. "Shall we see if the way of the gun will end it then, sai?" asked Jake.
Roland nodded, doubting guns would see an end to this task, but often wisdom came unexpected from the young. "Remember the faces of your fathers, gunslingers" cried Roland, remembering back ten centuries to his own training.
As one the ka-tet recited the creed, as they took aim:
I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.
And as one, they fired, each aiming for some spot upon which their eyes, their minds and their hearts agreed. And as one they inflicted a terrible vengeance upon the robot. A death sentence carried out in the name of children from a hundred generations fed to the wolves by Andy.
As the ringing in their ears began to fade, Andy's final function began. "Warning! Critical power systems failure. Shutdown imminent!" screeched the alarm from the robot. The ka-tet turned and walked away, leaving the robot to screech its warnings and shut down slowly, much as they had Shardik back in the woods which Eddie still thought of as Shardik's woods.
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After they had walked out of range of the screeching alarms of Andy's countdown to his final sleep, the ka-tet broke out in cheers. A hard fought victory warranted a little celebration, and Roland joined in with them, smiling as we all do sometimes when we have been surprised by happiness.
I would have you see them like this, constant player. I would have you seem them very well. Will you? They are clustered around Susannah and her Cruisin Trike, embracing in the aftermath of victory. I would have you see them this way not because they have won a great battle - they know better than that, every one of them - but because now they are ka-tet for the last time. The story of their fellowship ends here, on this dirt road near an empty field of little import; the rest of the tale will be short and brutal comparred to all that's come before. Because when ka-tet breaks, the end always comes quickly. Say Sorry. (With much borrowed from Stephen King for this paragraph)
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Jack Andolini, dead twice from worlds which were not strictly speaking real, watched them celebrate from ambush. This Jack Andolini had been recruited out of the prime world, the world of the rose, and he had only one thing on his mind. The woman who had killed him, some other him but him just the same, would perish this night. He had never been a man of great foresight or thought, and so Jack gave no though to his own safety. Jack's companion; however, was considerably more cunning and forward thinking.
Andolini sprang forth in ambush, his revolver emptied into the chest of Susannah Dean before even Roland could react. A moment later and the guns were done speaking. Susannah Dean lay dead upon the road, victim to a man she had killed once and whom Eddie had now killed twice. Eddie fell to his knees and gathered her up in his arms as great sobs began to wrack his body.
And Roland turned to check on Jake, some out of place detail catching in his mind. The boy he had come to think of as his son sat on the packed dirt earth of the path with a look of pure surprise upon his face. For a boy he was yet, and though death had claimed him thrice before in memory, he still somehow held on to that belief of all boys, that belief of his own immortality. The gunslinger knew better.
Roland, perhaps slowed only a little from age, was quick, but Oy was quicker, racing to Jake. But there was nothing the bumbler or the gunslinger could do now but bear witness to it. Roland fell to his knees in the dirt next to the boy who had become the son he'd never had. At first glance it seemed as if nothing were wrong, but then Jake coughed, and the blood told the tale. As it poured from his mouth, Roland's heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest and the gunslinger wondered how it might possibly continue to beat after this.
"Don't try to speak," Roland said, "Something might be sprung inside you. A rib, mayhap two." Jake turned his head from side to side and took hold of Roland's wrist. His grip was strong, much too strong for a boy so young. His voice was stronger, each word clear. A gunslinger to the last, then. Roland felt pride in that much at least.
"Everythin's spring. This is dying - I know because I've done it before." What he said next were the words which had haunted Roland in the dark corners of his heart for centuries and which would come again to mind in the bitter watches to come. "If ka will say so, let it be so. See to the tower, Roland. See to the tower we set out to save!"
A few more moments and a few more ragged breaths and it was over. Roland wept openly in a way he hadn't done since he was a boy. When Ka breaks, the end is ever brutal and swift. And after comes only pain.
BipolarChemist has died. He was Susannah Dean. The White
Kestegs has died. He was Jake Chambers. The White
Goryani has died. He was Andy, the messenger robot (many other functions). The Red
Bad Ash has died. He was Jack Andolini. The Red
[highlight]With 14 players alive, it takes 7 to lynch and 8 to lock.[/highlight]
If nobody dissents, and the lynch for the day is locked in the first 24 hours, I am willing to condense day phases to reduce in what seems like time that isn't being used productively. Let me know what you guys think. Also, bloody night so me being ill plus the amount of story ground that needs to be covered means this story will be up later tonight.
A final note: as a tribute to the combination of things which happened on night 2, the day 3 starting story will remain vacant as a sort of trophy for the players giving me a series of events I've found no proper way to put into story.
After a time, the rest of the gunslinger's ka-tet came back to the ambush place, having left the priest in a place of safety to recover.
The hulking form of Andy continued to erratically emit a request for command, and in the excitement, Eddie seemed to have forgotten that which the Father had told him concerning its shutdown. "Shall we see if the way of the gun will end it then, sai?" asked Jake.
Roland nodded, doubting guns would see an end to this task, but often wisdom came unexpected from the young. "Remember the faces of your fathers, gunslingers" cried Roland, remembering back ten centuries to his own training.
As one the ka-tet recited the creed, as they took aim:
I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.
And as one, they fired, each aiming for some spot upon which their eyes, their minds and their hearts agreed. And as one they inflicted a terrible vengeance upon the robot. A death sentence carried out in the name of children from a hundred generations fed to the wolves by Andy.
As the ringing in their ears began to fade, Andy's final function began. "Warning! Critical power systems failure. Shutdown imminent!" screeched the alarm from the robot. The ka-tet turned and walked away, leaving the robot to screech its warnings and shut down slowly, much as they had Shardik back in the woods which Eddie still thought of as Shardik's woods.
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After they had walked out of range of the screeching alarms of Andy's countdown to his final sleep, the ka-tet broke out in cheers. A hard fought victory warranted a little celebration, and Roland joined in with them, smiling as we all do sometimes when we have been surprised by happiness.
I would have you see them like this, constant player. I would have you seem them very well. Will you? They are clustered around Susannah and her Cruisin Trike, embracing in the aftermath of victory. I would have you see them this way not because they have won a great battle - they know better than that, every one of them - but because now they are ka-tet for the last time. The story of their fellowship ends here, on this dirt road near an empty field of little import; the rest of the tale will be short and brutal comparred to all that's come before. Because when ka-tet breaks, the end always comes quickly. Say Sorry. (With much borrowed from Stephen King for this paragraph)
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Jack Andolini, dead twice from worlds which were not strictly speaking real, watched them celebrate from ambush. This Jack Andolini had been recruited out of the prime world, the world of the rose, and he had only one thing on his mind. The woman who had killed him, some other him but him just the same, would perish this night. He had never been a man of great foresight or thought, and so Jack gave no though to his own safety. Jack's companion; however, was considerably more cunning and forward thinking.
Andolini sprang forth in ambush, his revolver emptied into the chest of Susannah Dean before even Roland could react. A moment later and the guns were done speaking. Susannah Dean lay dead upon the road, victim to a man she had killed once and whom Eddie had now killed twice. Eddie fell to his knees and gathered her up in his arms as great sobs began to wrack his body.
And Roland turned to check on Jake, some out of place detail catching in his mind. The boy he had come to think of as his son sat on the packed dirt earth of the path with a look of pure surprise upon his face. For a boy he was yet, and though death had claimed him thrice before in memory, he still somehow held on to that belief of all boys, that belief of his own immortality. The gunslinger knew better.
Roland, perhaps slowed only a little from age, was quick, but Oy was quicker, racing to Jake. But there was nothing the bumbler or the gunslinger could do now but bear witness to it. Roland fell to his knees in the dirt next to the boy who had become the son he'd never had. At first glance it seemed as if nothing were wrong, but then Jake coughed, and the blood told the tale. As it poured from his mouth, Roland's heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest and the gunslinger wondered how it might possibly continue to beat after this.
"Don't try to speak," Roland said, "Something might be sprung inside you. A rib, mayhap two." Jake turned his head from side to side and took hold of Roland's wrist. His grip was strong, much too strong for a boy so young. His voice was stronger, each word clear. A gunslinger to the last, then. Roland felt pride in that much at least.
"Everythin's spring. This is dying - I know because I've done it before." What he said next were the words which had haunted Roland in the dark corners of his heart for centuries and which would come again to mind in the bitter watches to come. "If ka will say so, let it be so. See to the tower, Roland. See to the tower we set out to save!"
A few more moments and a few more ragged breaths and it was over. Roland wept openly in a way he hadn't done since he was a boy. When Ka breaks, the end is ever brutal and swift. And after comes only pain.
BipolarChemist has died. He was Susannah Dean. The White
Kestegs has died. He was Jake Chambers. The White
Goryani has died. He was Andy, the messenger robot (many other functions). The Red
Bad Ash has died. He was Jack Andolini. The Red
[highlight]With 14 players alive, it takes 7 to lynch and 8 to lock.[/highlight]
If nobody dissents, and the lynch for the day is locked in the first 24 hours, I am willing to condense day phases to reduce in what seems like time that isn't being used productively. Let me know what you guys think. Also, bloody night so me being ill plus the amount of story ground that needs to be covered means this story will be up later tonight.
A final note: as a tribute to the combination of things which happened on night 2, the day 3 starting story will remain vacant as a sort of trophy for the players giving me a series of events I've found no proper way to put into story.
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IWantToUseNumbersInMyName
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Alright, so...we know gwaihir wasn't lying about at least trying to kill Bad Ash, based on the story...and also based on the story, we know TheMouseT wasn't lying about being part of The White. None of what happened changes the course we figured before, which was lynch Laarz right?
IWantToUseNumbersInMyName
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Oh wait. I forgot about Caluin Grayes weird unvote at the 11th hour. Care to explain that CG, or shall we just assume you're scum and just didn't realize the lynch was already locked in?
Caluin Graye
New member
Well, we though he might not be actually locked. JCakes and Mouse didn't vote quite correctly, so there was discussion about whether their votes would be counted. We (as in the town) didn't get any actual confirmation one way or another if Goryani was locked or not, so it was a gamble.
