The first Night has finally ended. You find Slab_Bulkhead dead. What did you expect? He was the Town's Innocent Child.
Live list:
- Dirac
- Dot
- LowIQLogan
- Slab_Bulkhead Innocent Child
- Utisz
- Osito Polar
- Light Leak
- lethe
- Hephaestus
- Dr. Ahcir
- Noir
- Polemarch
- Granny Smith Mafia Goon
- P-O
- tele
Day 2 begins now!
Again, things you might want to keep in mind:
- I will only count bolded votes made in this thread (and other Day threads I create)
- Vote is plurality. You can change your vote at any time during the Day.
- The Day ends exactly 48 hours from the time of this post regardless of whether I have announced it. After that no changes to your vote will count.
- Nights will last 12 hours or until I have received all Night actions.
- I consider any role from this list fair game.
Do not quote my PMs verbatim or use its wording to prove towniness.
As I've said before, once dead, players should not influence the game.
I will address some of the questions as soon as I can.
@Osito Polar, feel free to edit this post with the story, or post it in the thread.
Date: Friday October 31st, 2014
Time: 8:26 pm
Place: Mojave, California
Utisz pointed at a roadside liquor store as they were driving back to the house from the crash site.
“Hey guys, pull over here. I wanna get a few things to pay a fitting homage to MacGuffin.”
“Blowup alien sex doll?” asked LowIQLogan.
“I oughta kick your ass.” said Utisz.
“Oh. Sorry. Yeah, too soon.”
Utisz looked back over the front passenger seat at the INTPs in the back. “Fuckin right. I’m gonna pick up a bottle of Bombay Sapphire. Any of you want one?”
“Yeah I do! Thanks, man. That’s generous of you.” said Hephaestus.
“I’m not PAYING. Give me forty bucks.”
“Shit. I’m skint. Here’s … twenty eight and fifty cents. Loan me the rest?” He asked, with a sly grin.
“Christ. Fine.”
“Anybody else?”
He took their orders and a collection of bills.
Utisz returned shortly with an armful of bottles and they drove the rest of the way back to the house, the bottles rattling around in his lap.
When they got home, the INTPs were quiet for a while. They just sipped their cocktails until Lethe broke the silence.
“Does anyone else feel … strange since what we say earlier?”
“Yeah … I feel it too Lethe.” said Noir, shooting her a smile and performing a mock bump and grind. “You feel strangely attracted to me too?”
“No. No. No, I don’t.” she said with an amused smile. “Do you feel like we’re being watched?”
Slab responded “YES! Yes I do. The aliens or vampires are watching us for sure! I thought the gin on the rocks would calm me down but it’s not. I’M NOT IN LEAGUE WITH THEM. Stop looking at me, people. Stop. Fucking. Looking. At. Me.” He downed the rest of his drink in a single huge swallow. Then, ice cubes rattled around in his glass, held between nervously shaking hands. “Stop looking at me.” He studied the people in the room as he walked back into the kitchen to pour another.
“WHO THE FUCK PUT THAT IN THERE!?!” His voice shot up in timbre, past the breaking point, turning into a shriek. Slab’s glass dropped the floor as he retreated back into the room. His ice cubes clattered around and slid all over the floor.
The INTPs went into the kitchen to look, and they saw Granny Smith’s Grover mask sitting upon the refrigerator.
Behind them, Slab said “You fuckers! You’ve killed me. You’ve killed me. Granny Smith lies dead but dreaming and I can feel her coming for me from the grave. Forbidden magics are being arrayed against me! Phantasmagoric visions of squamous things from the boundless vastness of space --”
Dirac said “Slow down for a second. WE didn’t kill you. As I recall you were in on that action! Ever since you got that replica Game of Thrones sword all you’ve been talking about is how - “ At that moment, Slab screamed and threw up his arms. His skin bubbled and erupted in blood, seemingly boiling with an invisible heat.
The INTPs scattered away from Slab as his skin started smoking. It was though all of the moisture was being sucked out of him. His body dessicated into a mummy-like shell of itself and drew still.
“Fuckin A, guys. That was too intense for me.” said Noir, looking down at him.
Everyone stood in silence for a moment.
“Umm … this might not be the time, but I’ve really gotta take a dump. Anybody want to tinkle before I hit the head?” asked Noir. He waited a beat and then started going towards the bathroom.
“Hey light a match when you’re done, ok?” asked Logan.
“Too soon, man.” said Hephaestus.
“What? Oh.”
Slab was innocent.
Originally Posted by tele
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