This is the official game thread for CYS Mafia! Feel free to get in character, scrutinise your fellow players’ every move and do what it takes to WIN the game.
If you need to refresh your memory on the rules, they can be found here. Due to the high number of sign-ups, I have enlisted RK to help run a second game: link.
Location: The Lounge Time: 8 PM (Evening) A feast has been prepared in the middle of the dining table. As you take your seat, others begin to arrive, filling up the room. “Welcome, guests!” A voice booms from a loudspeaker above. “Today, you will take part in an experiment that will test your skills of deduction, persuasion, and strategy.” Leaning back in your seat, you take the opportunity to examine your surroundings. A battling cage sits in the far corner with two sets of steel swords and armor. By the south-east door, a warhammer leans against the wall, stained with dried blood, marked with the word ‘BAN’. Yet, most frightening of all are the noises—from the window of a fogged-up room, where a solitary light bulb flickers, you hear terrible screeches of cries and moaning. “The voices of the SHAMED,” someone behind you explains. But when you turn to see who it was, the person has mysteriously disappeared. Before you can say anything, the voice from the speaker continues on. “We have assigned three mods to overlook this experiment. They will assess your performance and report back to us. They are—” A gunshot. The voice on the other end goes silent. Frantic whispers fill the room; panicked glances are exchanged. You scrutinize the other CYStians, but when you search their faces for any sign of familiarity, you realize you’re unable to tell friend from foe. The lights turn red. From the speaker, a new voice speaks. “We are the trolls. Leave the CYS forums now, or face the attacks of three of our strongest members!” Curiously, it sounds like a kid attempting to pitch his voice deeper, but you know the threat is real. There are three trolls among you. And who knows what they would do if— Another gunshot. This time, you hear laughter on the other side, and the original voice speaks again. “Remember, kids, you can’t outsmart a mod! The troll has been banned, and I would come over to finish up the others, but I have other things to do, being a busy mod and all. So until then, I’ll leave it to you to discover the three remaining trolls! Good luck.” Well, this dinner is about to get awkward. Evening 1: Introductions @CavusRex @Cat2002116 @Will11 @Liminal @MrAce321 @Celicni @goodnight_a @hetero_malk @fresh_out_the_oven @Suranna @benholman44 Come and introduce yourself as a reply to this post! You have about 48 hours to do so before everyone chooses their rooms and performs any actions they can in the night. Feel free to pull someone aside for a private conversation, start an argument, or rant about how much you like Ogre; basically, do anything that normally happens in the lounge.
Seeing someone finally move reminds me of myself and where I am. I blurt out the first monkey noise I can think of- "I like Ogre." Cheers greet me in my head as I utter those hallowed words. I sit down by the campfire, cold and unlit. I have no doubt this night will be... Very interesting, to say the least.
That fellow seems awfully happy.
Ben had to admit, this entire setup felt like a story he had read somewhere? Or a game? It was something about a haunted Halloween. Or a hunted one? Who knows.
Shrugging, he wandered over to the bar and began to pour himself a glass of Patrón. After rummaging under the bar for a minute, he popped his head back up frowning.
"What, no limes? Figures."
I shrug at Cavus. "Did you not hear the guy being shot over the intercom? I'm pretty sure there's at least three serial killers here."
Although admittedly, the smiling maniac and the girl babbling to herself about some cult did seem likely suspects.
As people are settled after the excitement, a cat slips out of the shadows from where she was sleeping. All black except for her eyes, which are a brilliant green in colour, she surveys the people already gathered. Well. That was exciting. One ear flicks as she says the words and then she sniffs the air delicately.
I shrug my shoulders, then pull out a book from inside my coat and begin reading it at the table. While shovelling buttery popcorn chicken into my mouth and ignoring the chaos around me.
In a corner, one lone woman can be seen muttering to herself, a mad expression molded to her face. She's frantically picking at something on her skin, while her eyes dance crazily around the room. It's not wrong to assume she's not fully there.
"I like Ogre... I like Ogre... I like Ogre..."
She repeats a mantra of three words, over and over. One can only wonder what they might mean.
I walk over to the woman. "I like Ogre too." Perhaps this is a new method of worship?
My back hurts so much when I sit down... I really hate female drivers...
With those thoughts in my head, I head over to the bloodied hammer to take it in in all its glory.
"I've always liked Ogre, as well. Some of you gals are alright. Don't come to the Lounge tomorrow."
Night 1: Room Selection Outside the barred windows, night darkens the skies. A clock shows the time: two hours to midnight. Our captive guests have barely been here for a day. But already the cracks are beginning to show, as they display a plethora of coping mechanisms—eating their feelings, avoiding the situation by reading a book, denying the existence of the threat by believing it is all a show, or scrutinizing the other guests with extreme paranoia. Yet, the strangest side effect of being trapped in the CYS forums is the cult-like worship that has formed around Ogre11, who isn't even in the building, yet the mere mention of his name brings comfort and unity. Would his all-powerful farts productivity protect the CYStians and vanquish the trolls? Well, only time can tell. At once, a sudden fatigue slumps over our guests, and they decide to split up in search of a room to sleep in (or perhaps, a room in which to carry out more sinister activities). Reply to this post with which room you would like to spend the night in. Rooms: Newbie Central (0/7) Parlor Room (2/5): Cavus and Suranna Advanced Editor (1/3): Liminal Writing Workshop (3/5): Will, Celicni and Cat Creative Corner (1/3): Ace Reading Corner (2/4): Ben and Goodnight (If anyone does not reply within 24 hours, they would be sent to Newbie Central by default).
Reading corner
I will head to the writing workshop, taking my sweet hammer with me. Surely it'll protect me, right?
Struck by a sudden feeling of fatigue, the cat yawns and flicks her tail, then pads off towards place that feels like it should be all too familiar to her: the writing workshop.
I've finished my book. I'm going to get another one in the reading corner and read myself to sleep.
The lone woman makes no motion that she may have heard the announcement, but shuffles over to the Parlor Room all the same.
Night 1: Secret Actions (Message me about your actions privately and do not post them on this thread). One by one, the guests disperse across the building, searching for a room to spend the night. Soon, only a few are left. The inviting presence of the Newbie Central draws them in—and just in time, too, for the doors slam shut. Everyone is locked in their chosen room for the night. Is this another troll attack? Or a protective measure by the CYS overlords? Either way, cloaked by the darkness of the night, three figures meet to hatch a sinister plan! Trolls, please discuss among yourselves and decide on someone to eliminate. Hacker Troll, choose someone's alignment to change (they would appear to be on the other team if the Investigator Mod examines them tonight). Triggered Troll, you may choose to activate your ability to kill someone in your room and yourself, but you can only use it once in the whole game. Note: the Spammer Troll's ability would be reserved for mornings, i.e. during meetings. Despite not knowing one another's identities, the Mods continue to work hard through the night, doing their best to maintain order amidst the chaos. Troll purging comes naturally to them, but the possibility of banning a CYStian—or worse, one of their own—requires them to exercise more caution than normal. Mods, if you have a relevant ability, you may choose to use it. Investigator Mod, choose a person to investigate (and since it came up as a question, there's no need to be in the same room as that person). Contest Mod, you may throw someone in the Pit of Shame (this bars them from carrying out their role, if they have one, and they cannot be killed or vote the next morning). Chaos Mod, you may ban an entire room of users (but bear in mind it can only be used once per game). As for the CYStians, they are...well, doing whatever CYStians usually do. We know that one of them is keeping productive in some way, refining their skill, preparing for a potential match in the future. Another one ignores everything in a display of classic apathy. The third is typing away at their laptop, searching for any way to protect those whose online presence leaves them vulnerable. And the final ones, filled with dread and worry, search desperately for the aid of a mod, but today they find none. CYStians with abilities, you may exercise them. Coder CYStian, select a room to protect (or if you do not wish to protect any room at the risk of your own detriment, you can just say so or select an empty room). Other clarifications: if the Chaos Mod bans the room that you protect or the Triggered Troll uses their ability in that room, you are eliminated instead. Productive CYStian, you may challenge someone else to a Thunderdome match (it can only be used once per game, so if you prefer to wait until there is more information, let us know). Note: the Apathetic CYStian would be notified if one of their two lives has been used up and the Noob CYStian would only gain information about one of the mods if they survive until the second day. This process would last for 24 or 48 hours more, depending on the speed of replies. For now, I guess you can talk with the person in your room or attempt to influence other players to use their abilities in a way you believe would be beneficial to you.
The cat settles down with a laptop she produced from...somewhere?...and begins typing with perhaps surprisingly adept keystrokes, despite having paws instead of hands. A very human sigh escapes her as she stares at words spreading across her screen. None of them feel right....
I hate planning, she mutters to herself.
During the night, Fresh remembers she has to catch a very important flight the next day. She is granted safe passage out of the CYS forums by a hooded figure, and in her place, a new guest is sent in for the experiment. @V__V, please introduce yourself (though assuming you're in Fresh's room, there's only Malk to introduce yourself to.
hi :)
This is pretending We're at the start:
V__V looks around. I prefer to go by Avo. “I uh…” I trail off awkwardly. “My name isn’t that unpronounceable thing… you can… ah… call me Avo…” The more I talk the more I sink into my chair, feeling sheepish. To others, you appear like a small girl with oversized bunny ears and a small bunny tail. (ignore my profile photo, that’s not related)
I’m acutely aware of how much bigger everyone and everything else is than me. I’ve always been small. I walk over to the area with drinks, and begin going through it. All I find is alcohol and more alcohol.
“Um… does anyone know where I could find something that isn’t alcohol?” I’m a kid, and it also doesn’t seem advisable to get drunk in this situation. I continue looking, and accidentally smash a bottle.
I know not half others are looking at me (probably) but I feel like everyone’s eyes are burning into me. A voice in the back of my head begins calling me names and reprimanding me and demanding how I couldn’t do something so simple as not breaking the bottle.
I shake her head, but I still feel a lot more insecure and guarded right now. I began opening and closing doors until I found the broom closet. I clean up the mess, and continue looking. I stop at one point and sigh.
The others don’t necessarily know what the results mean, but they might infer. A real ban hammer… my heart pounds as it jumps into my throat. I think for a moment. No one is able to leave the house… before anyone can react or do something, I throw it out the window where I hope no one can get to it. I flatten your goosebumps and calm down.
I put the toolbox into my pocket again (somehow?...) and walk back to my seat. “Sorry… I… didn’t think it was a good idea to have a ban hammer around…” and I trail off. I probably sound stupid right now, so you stop.
I pull out 3 giant toolboxes of things to test if food is harmful and tools and substances to make it less or not at all harmful and begin to test food, treating it if it’s poisonous. It’s a slow, boring process but I like it. It will quickly pass the hours without me being over or underfed and keep my mind off things. It’s my way of coping.
I keep checking myself, that I’m not talking to myself or whatever. I don’t want to go mad. I’ve written a fair amount of bloody stuff, but when faced with such threats myself I feel like a bunny among starving wolves.
sorry if I wrote a lot, I like to write a lot
oop paragraph 6 and 7 was on accident sorry. I had to remove those and one other because someone aready interacted with the ban hammer but I only removed the first one
Sure, by the power of time travel, or perhaps this is a parallel reality/dimension which may or may not be a thing in this game, Avo has always been here from the start. Feel free to interrogate her or exchange intel while you wait for the results of this long night to be over :) P.S. Avo, you could click the 'edit' button on the top right of your post if you want to add something so that you don't need to send 3 different messages at once
yea sorry bad habit
I drink it right away. I like it. I think I remember someone telling me to be careful about what others give you, but I'm not really thinking right now. Is something wrong with this drink? I frown. Maybe I just haven't had it before. Wierd name, too. I join Liminal at the campfire. I put the fire out and pull out another toolbox to make fake flames that still emit heat and light and sit in the middle of it since this fire doesn't burn. I wave liminal to sit here too.
"It's warmer"
I frown and throw the bottle away. I put out the fire completly, put the toolbox away, and tell liminal
"You can be cold all you want"
I rummage through my pocket but get a little upset when I find that I have nothing to deal with caffine, so I take some drugs to help me sleep later and I'm in a foul mood now because I hate drugs with my guts
I shrug. "Just trying to help you stay awake." It doesn't matter to me anyway, I don't have a nervous system to feel cold with. I'm made up of quite literally smoke and a hoodie I stole years ago. I am interested in the contents of those toolboxes, though. There could be anything in there...
I think for a moment, and give a wicked smile. Made of smoke, eh? I pull a vacum out of yet another toolbox and suck him up. "I'll let you out for bed." (that didn't hurt or kill him) I also stuff away my toolboxes.
Also you DO NOT want to know some of the things in those toolboxes. They've got practicaly everything under the sun (or moon or whatever)
As I'm cleaning up my toolboxes, one is angled in such a way one of my nuclear warheads starts to poke out. "I thought I got rid of that!" I causualy throw it and it lands somewere in china. I burrow into my pocket. "Oh! I kept a lot of junk!" I begin throwing away live cats and empty can beans and stubbs of carrots and the such.
By the time I'm done, I've amased a large pile. I take a bag out of my pocket and say "delete, black hole mode." the bag suckes the pile in and I fold up the bag and put it in my pocket.
Then, I think for a moment. I take out a toolbox and pull out of it some limes. I stick on a sticky note that reads: "Ben? You wanted limes? Here. -Avo"
EDIT: sorry I shouldn't autohit so I TRY to suck you up and whatever's next is kinda up to you unless you don't respond.
When we get to our rooms and I've let liminal out, I make no attempt at befriending malk and walk into a corner and curl up into a ball to sleep, but not after getting frustrated while trying to read the gazette. I can't because everything they have posted is blocked on my computer.
oh, ty
I don't mean to push or anything, but is it just me or should the next morning have come by now? Has someone had yet to decide what to do with their ability?
Day 1: Announcements Darkness turns into day. It's the next morning, and fortunately for our guests, the doors have been unlocked at some point in the night! A breakfast of pancakes, sandwiches, and fruits await the guests in News & Updates, along with the newest edition of the CYS Gazette: On cue, an exclamation of surprise comes from the the Writing Workshop! Everyone rushes there to see an excessively gory act of violence that could only be a welcome gift from the trolls. The guests move the @Cat2002116 to the Feature Wishing Well, where she can say her last words (one message) to either impart information to the group or convince them to resurrect her. However, not everyone makes it to the Feature Wishing Well. Where is Liminal? There appears to be a loud pounding against the door in the direction of the Writing Workshop. Everyone rushes there, and thankfully, it is soon revealed that he is not dead, merely trapped in the Pit of Shame. He can still communicate with the other members but cannot participate in voting. Discussion Time! Cast accusations, exchange any information you learned, and most importantly, decide on two important factors:
I leap onto the carrots. I go crazy for carrots. After eating a couple dozen carrots, I say "I vote to revive cat and I don't know who did it and want to hear other people's reasoning first. I want to revive cat because I think she's cool and it'll be much harder and more complicated to use the revive ability later in the game. There are also aurguments to let her die, but that's not what I'm going with."
I pull out a empty toolbox and dump a lot of carrots into it then put it back in my pocket for later and go to snack on the starberries and mango. I wringle my nose at the pancakes and sandwiches. "I'm vegan."
I take a moment to jog over to the pit of shame and wave to Liminal. "You ok? and least you're kinda unkillable right now!"
Would we be able to revive someone later on or can we only revive someone the very next morning after they die?
As it is, I don't see a reason to revive Cat right now, but we may want to later on.
Also, what does everyone else think about role revealing?
I think it's the next morning only, since mystic gave us the choice between revival or death. But honestly, I'd say revive her only if we still get that hint of who the killer is. Otherwise, leave her.
Idk. I'm wondering though: if Cat is revived will she be able to tell us who her killer was, or does she only drop hints if she dies for good? If she can still drop a hint I'd say revive her, but if the only way we can get a clue about who did it is to let her pass, I'd say it may be better to let her go.
This is for group cohesion obviously. Not like I have a deep desire to catch the trolls before I end up dead cause GODDAMN that death was brutal any other reason.
A new voice comes from the loudspeaker, as if overhearing this conversation. "Mystic here. The person in the Feature Wishing Well would disintegrate and die if they are not revived before voting concludes (and the voted person would stay in the well until the next night). Role revealing is allowed, but so is role faking, so it's really up to you all. This is the first day, so the Noob CYStian has to survive yet another day to find out information. Cat has one chance to say her last words and whether she reveals any information is up to her. And who said anything about a hint? I'd rather enjoy watching you all work out this little mystery by yourselves."
surly you must have more to argue your innocence than just "I'm just too nice"?
I turn my head. Is he hurting? Oh, hangover. I grab something that'll help considerably from one of my toolboxes and hand it to him. "I swear it won't kill you, plus you can know that because it'd be a stupid move on my end in a room full of people."
As the cat chokes on her final breaths, the light going out of her eyes, she manages a final few words in a raspy, pain-filled voice that sounds decidedly human.
"If I...survive...I will inevitably...gain knowledge that...will be of use."
But death is coming swiftly, and the cat has no more strength left to get out words. If a decision is not made quickly...it will be too late anyway.
I... don't know. On the one hand, Cat is pretty smart. But if we can only do one revival per game, then is it too early to revive someone?
When Cat said she would inevitably have information, did she mean that as a testament to her intelligence, her role, or both?
I guess I'll have to vote to revive her then. Let's hope she has some info of value and this wasn't just bluster to convince us to save her.
You have 24 hours to cast your votes! Who do you want to eliminate from the forums? Do you wish to save Cat? Announce it now or forever hold your peace.
For reviving Cat: Avo, Ben and Celicni Against reviving Cat: Will, Cavus and Ace Since Cat and Liminal cannot vote, this means the decision rests on Goodnight, Malk and Suranna.
"Well, looks like we have an old fashioned crawfish boil of an enigma here..." says Old Fashioned Louisiana Gentleman Malk, speaking for the first time in the entire game. "A real fais do-do. And this time, we're all in the alligator stew..." he puffs on a pipe. "In any case, I say we vote out V_V. He's acting as peculiar as a bloodhound on St. Stephen's Feast, and also his parental filters seem to prevent him from communicating with anyone. And his posts are shit.
Also, I never liked cats - that's how Old Lucifer casts a hootanany on you. Let's leave the bitch dead."
It's a she, and what the heck?!
"What the heck indeed my little shetard, what the heck indeed..."
what's a shetard?
Female retard
Personally I vote for Will. No offense to him (I like Will), but I've always said he reminds me of a serial killer, he writes story games about serial killers, and he's never actually replied in the negative about being a serial killer.
It wouldn't have been hard for him to take Cel's hammer and bludgeon cat, and his only alibi is "I was lost in writing my own reviews." There is no story game on this site, not even by EndMaster, that is so engrossing you're not gonna hear an animal getting beaten to death right next to you.
I definitely said why in the first paragraph lol.
Ngl it's good to finally get confirmation that you're not Chinese Dahmer. Didn't know about the other stuff involving organizing the mods and rooting the trolls, since I didn't see that in the forums. If that's true, then I'd like to withdraw my vote.
Edit: After a read through of the forums there's definitely nothing I can see about you organizing the mods and rooting out trolls other than a few hypotheses. I'm not saying you're wrong, but if that's true, how would I even be aware of that, much less make a voting decision based on that?
The woman in the corner has said very little during her stay, apart from the random mutterings of Ogre glorification. It's odd, but you can tell she doesn't like Cat, and would rather see her burned at the stake. It's actually hard to tell if she likes anyone other than Ogre.
You have to keep in mind that the less people there are the more controll over voting sessions trolls have since they make up more of the people alive.
I'm bored, so I pull out a trampoline. Then I frown and put it away and pull out a much larger trampoline incase anyone wants to join in and I start jumping while nibbling on carrots. I don't like the Will guy, he seems to happy and too calcuating. He seems to know what he's doing and seems comfortable in his surroundings, which makes me scared of him. I like the Cavus guy though. People don't say thanks enough anymore.
As a bunny person, I can jump much higher and more than a few times I nearly knock myself out with how hard my head slams into the cieling. I miss the high cielings from home.
"I'm also gonna not vote anyone if that's an option." Even though Will's making me worried in lots of ways...
While it's true we don't have much info right now... if we don't vote, we can't fight back against the trolls.
Based on cat's last words... she seems to be the noob CYStian. If she survives until tomorrow, we will know the role of one mod for sure.
That is, unless she's a filthy COGite faking it. But I think that chance is not so high.
I vote to revive cat.
Night 2: Room Selection Voting Results A funeral is held at the Feature Wishing Well. By a ratio of 5:3, the guests have voted against reviving Cat. As her spirit is left to depart peacefully from the place, or perhaps to haunt the halls of the Forums forever, she may leave any final words she has. It is precisely this moment that the accusations start. Ben shares his suspicions about Will, unnerved by the man's permanent smile. Malk disapproves of the bunny-person who engages with him in a confused conversation about shetards. Celicni gives a speech about the importance of voting but never casts a vote himself. But at the end of the day, the guests are divided, with most of them deciding not to vote for anyone, so they head back to Lounge, frustrated by the lack of progress. Room Selection Not wanting to spend any more time with everyone else, our guests decide to split up into smaller groups, hoping that new information would be gleaned in the night. Just in time, too, for if the previous night was any indication, the doors would soon be locked. Reply to this post with which room you would like to spend the night in. As usual, if anyone does not reply within 24 hours, they would be sent to Newbie Central by default.
Rooms:
Newbie Central (0/7): Ben and Suranna Parlor Room (1/5): Avo Advanced Editor (1/3): Celicni Writing Workshop (1/5): Liminal Creative Corner (3/3): Cavus, Will and Malk Reading Corner (2/4): Goodnight and Ace
I go to the parlor room because no one really every goes there and I want to be alone. I sit in a corner and wonder what I did wrong for Malk to vote to kill me.
How the heck do people have a at least vague idea of roles yet!?! Like, I have a few ideas but have we gotten that much information (I'm hoping it's not that I'm just stupid)? Also, I'm not so dumb to post that in the thread. I'd probably pm mistic.
EDIT: Mystic*
I don't pm people because of experience. Most people really don't want to be reached out to, especially not by a kid. I've only been chastised and pushed away before so I stopped. And I'm already looking through other threads, but haven't found anything about the mafia game outside of the mafia thread yet.
thanks. :D
Yep, I'll second what Will said. But if, for the purposes of this game, you want to privately send a message to another member and are not comfortable doing so, feel free to message me and I'll pass it on to them.
ty :)
I will go to the Advanced Editor...
Need to do something about these dang trolls.
Go to the Reading Corner? I never left.
"Oops, must have dozed off. Too much time spent reading late at night I suppose. Well, nothing like doing the same again to solve the problem."
You seem like the most ordinary person here. You and Will and a few others are calm, but Will smiles like a madman. You just seem... well like there aren't 3 people trying to kill the others. But then again, I haven't seen much from you since you were not present for the past day.
"I think I may take a saunter over to Creative Corner... this rabbit creature is bad for my constitution."
>:( BUNNY NOT RABBIT, RABBITS ARE EVIL!!!
I'll hang out in the Reading Corner. I can brush up on some of Steve's old stories.
Just wanted to clarify that previous post stated you had to reply within 24 hours or be assigned to Newbie Central. Since this message was after the most recent update, unfortunately you'll be stuck there tonight.
I prick up my ears, determined to catch something useful this time, as unlikely as it may be. I wonder if people will spread out again as they did before. There are upsides and downsides to clumping up and spreading out, but I think I like spread out better because I really don't want the self-killing troll to kill a ton of us in one round. How bad can SHAME be to traumatize Liminal? I continue to ponder a variety of topics, more than once thinking about the possibility of Will being a troll.
I just counted the number of people and number of roles, everyone here has a role and there's no unused roles.
Night 2: Secret Actions (Message me about your actions privately and do not post them on this thread). Cat's absence is felt strongly as the crowd disperses back into the house. This time, some of our guests head to a room on their own, while others gather in small groups. A song on the speakers sets the tone, "You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you." Could this be a warning? Or did Mystic just have this song stuck in her head? Trolls, please discuss among yourselves and decide on someone to eliminate. The Hacker Troll may choose someone's alignment to change. The Triggered Troll may activate their one-time ability if they wish to. Mods, if you have a relevant ability, you may choose to use it. Investigator Mod, choose a person to investigate. Contest Mod, you may throw someone in the Pit of Shame. Chaos Mod, you may ban an entire room of users, but it is a one-off ability. CYStians with abilities, you may use them. Coder CYStian, select a room to protect at the cost of your own life. Productive CYStian, you may challenge someone else to a Thunderdome match, again as a one-time ability. Cogite Refugee, since Cat has passed on, if you succesfully guess whether she is a Mod, CYStian or Troll, you take on her role. Once again, I'll give you all up to 48 hours for this choice and feel free to converse with one another, whether to your strategic advantage or just to pass time.
When I enter the parlor room, I ignore the bedding and curl up on the ground. I reach into my pocket, planning to eat a carrot, but start having a panick attack when I realize my pocket is normal. AGAIN. Last time this happened, people found out and took huge advantage. The blood drains from my face and it feels like someone put anvils in my lungs. I take lots of deep breaths and calm down.
I hesitate, then knock on the wall that seperates the parlor room from advanced editor. From the noise it makes, I make a quick and mostly accurate guess of it's thickness---I'm pretty good at this--- and raise my voice to the level that Celicni can hear and no one else can, and it doesn't sound like I'm shouting. "Hey... you there?" I don't really know what to talk about, I really just want something familiar that isn't a room that offers me no protection, and make a quick choice. "Have you tried that banhammer on anyone? No, let me rephrase that, if we vote someone out do you feel like hitting them with the hammer to see if it's real? If they're voted out, it'll be the same result either way." You think this is probably a bad idea if he's a troll, but why not, really? They can reach and kill any of us anyway.
Hearing some kind of incomprehensible mumbling coming out the walls, I hit the wall with the hammer.
Damn trolls have infiltrated the very core of CYS.
Hopefully that'll spook them a bit.
I jump a bit when the hammer bangs. Because of my sensitive hearing, it hurts a lot and I grab my ears. When the pain fades, I'm angry and yell "Thanks a lot!" and storm off. Why am I the only person here with a high pitched voice? Probably because I'm a kid. I hate it.
The odd woman takes a break from her usual unusual behavior, turns to look directly at the reader face on, says "Cavus is suspicious," and resumes her usual mutterings.
Also, she wants Cel gone, but that's for unrelated reasons.
Posessing a naturally loud voice, I call out to Suranna through the walls.
"What is your role, Suranna?"
Then I turn around and, in a slightly lower tone, I ask Malk the same question.
"What's your role, Malk?"
I don't think anyone's voice is that loud.
You haven't heard me talk IRL.
Thank goodness for that.
Is that a personal thing or are Serbians naturally loud people?
Little bit of column a, little bit of column b.
Old Timey Louisana Gentleman Malk has fallen asleep with his head in a bowl of gumbo.
I sit quietly, listening to the conversations. I like sharp hearing sometimes, like now, but I really hate it when it's really loud.
Day 2: Announcements The next morning, the remaining guests stumble into News & Update for their daily announcement. Yet, they soon realize something strange: where is everyone else? Did about half of them decide to sleep in? Out of the original eleven members who joined the house, only six enter the voting room. The latest Gazette edition is pinned up on the board. Three deaths. One night. The gravity of the situation begins to sink in a bit more now. Perhaps today, it would no longer be wise to abstain from a vote. But thankfully, someone uncovers the diary entries of the three victims, which are now read aloud. @V__V @benholman44 @Suranna you may deliver your last words. Additionally, the shimmering waters of the Feature Wishing Well brim with necromantic magic. It may be used to bring back one of these members from the dead. As CYS is a democracy, a vote would be held. A quick search of the premises shows that fortunately, Malk is alive, just locked up in the Pit of Shame. He may still communicate with the other members but cannot participate in voting. Discussion Time!
You have 48 hours to cast a vote or it counts as if you are abstaining. This is not the same as choosing not to vote anyone, because if 2 people vote someone out, 1 chooses not to vote and the rest abstain, the two people will get someone voted out.
Stirring up enough energy for one final proclamation, I raise my head and say:
"Just vote already so I can get thrown into the damn well and end my suffering. Let me fucking die already, you sadistic faggots! I'm not getting killed twice!"
We definitely need to bring back someone because otherwise we will lose.
And that someone should be someone who's a CYStian.
We also need to vote, because otherwise we're gonna be done for.
Ben and Suranna got done in by the chaotic mod, meaning the third person killed was done in by trolls, so I vote to revive them.
Also, we've waited long enough. Everyone role reveal in the thread. Anyone that doesn't is suspicious as fuck and I'm voting for them.
I'm the productive CYStian.
"Now clearly, I am being set up like a coonhound in the chicken coop. First these dastardly trolls take out the rabbit, who I have made no secret that I want to put in a stock pot, and then they use a capybara as the murder weapon? Clearly, whoever the troll is, they're the person with a vested interest in framing yours truly.
Perhaps... it's the dastardly Polack."
I would vote Cavus, and not to revive anyone, but am in the shame pit. Real curious that someone put me there, almost like I'm being fucking stitched up and the trolls don't want me saving our asses.
"Alright, alright, by Louis. It's a great shame to my ancient pedigree but... I'm the COGite refugee. The Good Lord has a sick sense of humour."
Holding my hammer tightly, I suspiciously glance at everyone around.
"Now, given that a whole bunch of us just died last night, I think it's high time we come out and say what we are, lest we get done in by the trolls."
I raise my voice slightly.
"I vote for Malk, unless there is someone in here who doesn't want to role reveal."
I grip my hammer with both hands, assuming a threatening stance.
"I'm the productive CYStian."
I pull out a die and roll it. "Okay... I'm going to vote out Ace. Not that it'll make a difference anyway."
What is your role? I'm voting you if you do not say.
Why do I have to be trapped in here with Ben? :(
About 24 hours left, I think. Here are the current votes:
Revival
Elimination
Seems like everyone has voted so we could technically finish this round early. Just respond here to confirm your vote, since I'm not sure if there are going to be last minute changes like the other game, or switch it if you prefer.
I'm also fine with this.
Wait a second... Looks like I read the die wrong. "I'll vote for Malk as well. The odds are not in his favour."
I use my precious last words to scream "I'M NOT A RABBIT!!!" the effort makes me black out.
I'm the contest mod, not that it really helped.
I'm just going to assume this was part of your last words, but technically, you can't add anything else (unless you're later revived).
oh, ok sorry.
you're not part of this game...
Night 3: Room Selection Voting Results Our guests gather around the Feature Wishing Well, having deposited of the three dead bodies. Mourning the loss of the bunny girl---or perhaps more accurately, fearing the loss of his hangover potion---Cavus casts a vote to revive Avo. This is affirmed by the others and resulted in a majority of 5:1 deciding to bring her back. Tensions are at an all time high. Disagreements break out: Cavus and Liminal shout one another, Malk shouts at the trolls for framing him, and Ace shouts the words to a failed haiku he wrote. Using the banhammer as a threat, Celicni persuades a few members to reveal their roles (though whether these claims are true remains to be another matter entirely). All this also spurs a flurry of votes, where a unanimous decision is made to eliminate Malk from the forums. So the guests split into two groups, half of them chanting a spell to revive Avo and the other half preparing to push Malk out the front door--- "WHY DO YOU GUYS KEEP BANNING ME? What did I even do? :( " "I am Ogres Freind." "Do you know who my favorrite person is Its lenin cause i love Communism." "Everyone the mods are EVIL! Do not trust them if your a noob likeme. They will only ban you." "Who is Daiki???" A cacophony of shrill, shrieking voices reverberate through the house, as grating as nails on chalkboard, coming from every directions. The forums are under attack! Forced to cover their ears, our guests evacuate as quickly as they can, all discussions and votes forgotten. No one has been voted out or revived. Room Selection Quickly, everyone rushes into a room at random. The voices continue screeching and screaming and squabbling through the night, long after the doors are shut, making it unsafe to leave until morning. Reply to this post with which room you would like to spend the night in! As usual, if anyone does not reply within 24 hours, they would be sent to Parlour Room by default. Also, Newbie Central is utterly destroyed and therefore not an option.
Parlor Room (0/5) Advanced Editor (0/3) Writing Workshop (1/5): Goodnight Creative Corner (0/3) Reading Corner (1/4): Liminal
No one is revived? I know I'm supposed to be dead so sorry, but I thought there were 5 to 1 votes in favor of reviving me. Did I get something wrong?
You were almost revived but the Spammer Troll decided to spam the forums and waste a day of voting. So nothing that happened today counts, sorry. But if you would like to, you could give one last encouraging speech to your team before you are forced to leave.
Thanks, since I've been allowed last words, I say "Hope this helps!" And throw outside of the well a mass of hangover potions and things to help with all sorts of aches and pains.
Random, huh?
I duck into the Writing Workshop. There might be something worth reading in here.
Stirring from my final rest, I take a look around at my compatriots. With my voice marred by my gasping death rattle, I say my final words before being unceremoniously tossed into the well.
"Best of luck, everyone. I hope you guys catch the trolls. Except for whoever the Chaotic Mod is. I hope the trolls raise my body with necromancy to rip you to pieces. And Ace for writing shitty poetry and putting peanut butter that's been in his coat for god knows how long into his alcohol. And liminal for being a limp wristed pussy and going along with the herd. And Cel for being brown. And... you know what actually fuck all of you. Except Cavus and goodnight, they're cool."
I will go to the creative corner. Trolls would never expect me there.
Before I leave I tell anyone present "it should be pretty obvious to everyone that Malk is a troll by now, given his friend just saved him. We'll kill him tomorrow."
Night 3: Secret Actions (Message me about your actions privately and do not post them on this thread). A lot has happened in a single day, from an unprecedented number of deaths to trolls attacking the forums with nonsensical spam. We are now down to the final seven. In an attempt to adhere to some structure in this chaotic place, everyone settles down for the night, preparing their minds for the next battle. But another attack comes swiftly in the night... Trolls, please discuss among yourselves and decide on someone to eliminate. The Hacker Troll may choose someone's alignment to change. The Triggered Troll may activate their one-time ability if they wish to. Mods, if you have a relevant ability, you may choose to use it. Investigator Mod, choose a person to investigate. Contest Mod, you may throw someone in the Pit of Shame. Chaos Mod, you may ban an entire room of users, but it is a one-off ability. CYStians with abilities, you may use them. Coder CYStian, select a room to protect at the cost of your own life. Productive CYStian, you may challenge someone else to a Thunderdome match, again as a one-time ability. Cogite Refugee, since three members have passed on, if you succesfully guess whether one of them is a Mod, CYStian or Troll, you take on their role. There will be 48 hours to use your ability (if you have one). You may continue any strategy discussions with the people in your room or yell through walls if you really want to. Sidenote - I'm trying out a new image hosting site because imgur is blocked in the UK (using a VPN lets me view images but I still can't access Imgur itself). I'm not sure if the images taking a long time to load is just something that happens on my browser or it's the same for everyone else. If it's the latter, please recommend any alternative image hosting sites you know of.
Oh. There's no one else in here. Looks like I'm going to have to be productive if I want to read anything.
Or I could chill by the campfire. The flickering flames are nice to stare into while thinking about nothing.
I had noticed those purple boxes instead of images, thank you for considering it! Seems to vary as to which images it blocks though. Images can take a long time to load, but it really depends on how much stress you're giving the computer. A long thread, lower RAM for the computer or multiple images ---> greater loading time. I think that applies to all images, but then I'm not a tech person - I have no clue if it's software specific or not.
Day 4: Announcements The next day has finally dawned! While the passing of time is a matter that cannot be controlled by mere mortals, some may speculate that Mystic having to read 148 pages of legal documents over the course of a 24 hours all-nighter followed by a full day of classes might have something to do with that, and in that case, she apologizes for the delays on her part. But without further ado, the remaining participants of this experiment gather in News & Updates to catch up on recent events. Eleven guests entered the forums. Now, only five remain. @CavusRex and @Liminal, you may each say your last words. Make them count because I have a feeling the game is very close to its end. As for those of you with roles, go ahead and reveal any information you have (or lie about information you received). Voting Time!
There are two important matters to vote on:
"I say, I say, I say... Liminal, having been outed as a scoundrel and a layabout, is yet again making attacks on my esteemed person. And to make matters worse, he accuses Will? The smiling Chinaman who has only helped the site through his historical games? Vile calumny and slander."
dude just look at my fucking alignment i'm not a troll
"I mean, uh, I think I have a hankering for etouffee..."
I agree with everything Will said.
Vote Malk.
Resurrect Cavus (just in case Malk somehow is not the troll).
Voting out Malk makes the most sense logically, though the Spammer Troll could have played their cards very well indeed and made an innocent look guilty. Still, there's at least a 50% chance Malk or another troll did it to save his skin.
Raising Cavus also makes the most sense, given that we know for a fact he couldn't have been a troll.
Thus I vote to eliminate Malk and raise Cavus from undeath.
