I can somewhat vouch for Peccavi. As for the Egos vote, I agree they are suspicious, but is there any reasoning Lucedes is any less so?
Y-you can? How?
Egos, my mafiadar has been off all game so I'll trust others.
I can see hp/dmg/ability as mentioned previously when I was trying to get T_A killed. My info says that you are indeed a telekinetic of some sort. Doesn't tell me alignment though.
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RingoHe/Hima distinct lack of substanceRegistered Userregular
So Egos leads with a slim majority of all remaining players. The question is - assuming he's mafia, how many buddies does he have left?
If there's just one, and there are only two mafia kills, we have two more days we can spend just on the vote. If there's more than one, or more kills than just two then things get rather dicey.
I can somewhat vouch for Peccavi. As for the Egos vote, I agree they are suspicious, but is there any reasoning Lucedes is any less so?
Y-you can? How?
Egos, my mafiadar has been off all game so I'll trust others.
I can see hp/dmg/ability as mentioned previously when I was trying to get T_A killed. My info says that you are indeed a telekinetic of some sort. Doesn't tell me alignment though.
Is there anybody else still in the game that you've seered?
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Oh, boy. This should be interesting.
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RingoHe/Hima distinct lack of substanceRegistered Userregular
So here's what was claimed:
Taya, Scientist. 2hp hit. SCIENCE power.
Peccavi, Telekinetic 4dmg
Retaba, Telekinetic with a Weaken and an attack
Smoove, Cop
Anialos, Something with both a seer and attack usable at the same time
Lucedes, Commando
With absolute silence, because they were in space, the Grandcruiser emerged from nowhere and found itself amidst the Armada. It immediately prepped its enormous weapon batteries as startled corvettes futilely pecked at its shields.
The Cultist said nothing. They merely glanced around the lab, taking in arrays of bubbling fluids in twisty glassware and beeping computers in hulking cabinets.
"Strong but silent type, I see." Dr. Taya gently folded her main computer into the desk.
"Get on with it then. I've done what I came to do, and I am satisfied with what history will make of my findings. But I can't say the same for you people; you have quite a nonsensical goal, entirely irrational. It's ridiculous, really. What a waste of good resources."
The Cultist made a fist.
Every beaker, every monitor shattered... and so did Taya.
Egos sat at the head of his own ship, finger on a control panel, screaming defiance at the new arrivals.
"I am the Defender of this realm! We have destroyed the Psychevore, the Renegade, the Rogue Mech... we have cleansed this system of its fools, its traitors and murderers. We are your salvation.
While they eternally squabble amongst themselves, our ideals shall live on in purity and glory. I die today, to be reborn!"
The feed persisted. Egos hit his chest, enabling a device within his armour. He threw his hands up in exultation, apparently heedless of the fact that his entire body was being consumed by golden fire, a creeping coruscation that spread over his heart and advanced across his whole body. Soon he was nothing but flecks of glowing carbon flowing out of his molten armour and fluttering around the bridge.
A voice from everywhere intoned; "I return to the light!"
As fusion blasts ate at its hull, the entire battlecruiser plunged into the sun, unwilling to face so unworthy a foe.
"That's dedication," Quotis murmured.
She glanced at her display, noting how it was mostly clumps of yellow. The Armada was massive.
"We can burn through these bastards given enough time, but that's exactly what we don't have. We can only hope that once we get to the planet proper, the Arcadians have held the line and already stopped the ritual."
The display shifted and warped, becoming something entirely different.
"And if they fail," said the Supercomputer, "all is lost. And this time I will not be able to find it."
Night 7 casualties
Smoove Operator, a Cop, shot
Lucedes, the Commando, finally bled out from an old wound
Peccavi, a Telekinetic, shot twice
Taya, the Scientist, obliterated by horrible psionic energies
Egos, the second of the Cultist Armada's Triumvirate, crashed his ship into the sun. Yeesh
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Confusion will be my epitaph
uh
OooOOoOOOoo
Y-you can? How?
Egos, my mafiadar has been off all game so I'll trust others.
I can see hp/dmg/ability as mentioned previously when I was trying to get T_A killed. My info says that you are indeed a telekinetic of some sort. Doesn't tell me alignment though.
1: Smoove Operator
2: Peccavi - Egos
3: Cythraul - Egos
4: Taya - Egos
5: Egos
6: Ringo - Egos
7: Lucedes - Egos
8: Anialos - Lucedes
9: Retaba
So Egos leads with a slim majority of all remaining players. The question is - assuming he's mafia, how many buddies does he have left?
If there's just one, and there are only two mafia kills, we have two more days we can spend just on the vote. If there's more than one, or more kills than just two then things get rather dicey.
Is there anybody else still in the game that you've seered?
PM me @Retaba, and I will reveal all my sexy sexy secrets to you.
Also, if whoever was hitting me is still alive, PM me, too. There is really no need for all that.
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It'd be great if we could rectify that before vote close.
If I haven't asked you to do something specific, try to use your best judgement on what you can do most to help the village.
Confusion will be my epitaph
Narration pending.
But this night will be the last night.
Taya, Scientist. 2hp hit. SCIENCE power.
Peccavi, Telekinetic 4dmg
Retaba, Telekinetic with a Weaken and an attack
Smoove, Cop
Anialos, Something with both a seer and attack usable at the same time
Lucedes, Commando
With absolute silence, because they were in space, the Grandcruiser emerged from nowhere and found itself amidst the Armada. It immediately prepped its enormous weapon batteries as startled corvettes futilely pecked at its shields.
"So you found me."
The Cultist said nothing. They merely glanced around the lab, taking in arrays of bubbling fluids in twisty glassware and beeping computers in hulking cabinets.
"Strong but silent type, I see." Dr. Taya gently folded her main computer into the desk.
"Get on with it then. I've done what I came to do, and I am satisfied with what history will make of my findings. But I can't say the same for you people; you have quite a nonsensical goal, entirely irrational. It's ridiculous, really. What a waste of good resources."
The Cultist made a fist.
Every beaker, every monitor shattered... and so did Taya.
Egos sat at the head of his own ship, finger on a control panel, screaming defiance at the new arrivals.
"I am the Defender of this realm! We have destroyed the Psychevore, the Renegade, the Rogue Mech... we have cleansed this system of its fools, its traitors and murderers. We are your salvation.
While they eternally squabble amongst themselves, our ideals shall live on in purity and glory. I die today, to be reborn!"
The feed persisted. Egos hit his chest, enabling a device within his armour. He threw his hands up in exultation, apparently heedless of the fact that his entire body was being consumed by golden fire, a creeping coruscation that spread over his heart and advanced across his whole body. Soon he was nothing but flecks of glowing carbon flowing out of his molten armour and fluttering around the bridge.
A voice from everywhere intoned; "I return to the light!"
As fusion blasts ate at its hull, the entire battlecruiser plunged into the sun, unwilling to face so unworthy a foe.
"That's dedication," Quotis murmured.
She glanced at her display, noting how it was mostly clumps of yellow. The Armada was massive.
"We can burn through these bastards given enough time, but that's exactly what we don't have. We can only hope that once we get to the planet proper, the Arcadians have held the line and already stopped the ritual."
The display shifted and warped, becoming something entirely different.
"And if they fail," said the Supercomputer, "all is lost. And this time I will not be able to find it."
Smoove Operator, a Cop, shot
Lucedes, the Commando, finally bled out from an old wound
Peccavi, a Telekinetic, shot twice
Taya, the Scientist, obliterated by horrible psionic energies
Egos, the second of the Cultist Armada's Triumvirate, crashed his ship into the sun. Yeesh
The last survivors are:
Cythraul
Ringo
Anialos
Retaba
The game will end tomorrow.
My SCIENCE! will live
even though I didn't.
OOOOOOooooOOOOOOooooooooo
I blame vanilla eating all my PMs at regular intervals. Also, my minute brain.
are you going to end this night early? I want to see what happens
OOOOOooooOOOOoooOOOOooo
Anialos, you're a seer you say? What's your rolename? And did you get any info last night?
Confusion will be my epitaph
It's not unheard of to do this when a game's down to a tiny handful of players, but we'll see.
In the meantime, all PMs should be out and I need to go sleep!