Can we trust everything you say in narration or pms
Are there event triggers in the game?
Is there a mechanic seer in the game?
You already said that if you are masoned with someone you share a win condition, can win conditions change (which obviously would mean it would change for everyone masoned)
1) Everything I say is 100% trustworthy unless I am very obviously making fun of you for being dumb.
If mason'd people are guaranteed to share your win condition it doesn't mean that there's necessarily no conversions. It means that mason'd people can't be converted.
At least on my line of thinking. =\
Edit: Okay, #4 kinda says no conversions right there.
If mason'd people are guaranteed to share your win condition it doesn't mean that there's necessarily no conversions. It means that mason'd people can't be converted.
At least on my line of thinking. =\
Edit: Okay, #4 kinda says no conversions right there.
That could have been option D, but it is moot since Spectrum just said win conditions will not change.
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edited October 2009
PMs now going out, please cease all posting until Day 1 narration is posted. Thanks.
Maybe use the time to re-read the OP.
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Toxic ToysAre you really taking my advice?Really?Registered Userregular
edited October 2009
!reserve up
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edited October 2009
Day 1
The denizens of the Antarctic Research Station crowded into the basement. A demonstration in the main laboratory had been scheduled, apparently for the benefit of the out of place man in the suit.
"Behold!" cried their boss, his talent for theatrics making itself known. "Another milestone in our research." As he gestured, the lights came on in another part of the lab. A large block of ice, containing something resided there.
"As you know, this is the specimen discovered a year ago. To date, it has frustrated all of our efforts to scan it or to chip away or melt any of the ice immediate surrounding it. We've made little progress since then."
He paced over to a low table, currently covered by a cloth. "However," he continued, "we've recently made a breakthrough. A new discovery, to be precise." He yanked away the cloth, revealing five other, much smaller specimens encased in ice crystals.
As the crowd began to move closer, he started pointing out various features. "Yes, take a close look. We've been able to chip away at much more of the ice on these before finally running into the same wall. Even without a tissue sample, it is clear that these creatures are like nothing else that has ever been discovered on Earth."
The crowd looked astonished, most of them not having worked directly on these. Reeling them in, the speaker continued. "That is not the only remarkable thing. These specimens seem to have a bit of resonance with the main one."
The man in the suit finally spoke up. "Resonance?" The original speaker's smile widened. "Yes, resonance. I suppose this is as good a time as any to demonstrate. We've never done this with all five before, so I expect fabulous results." He clapped his hands and five scientists detached from the crowd, donning gloves and picking up the smaller specimens. As one, they began walking towards the original discovery, the rest of the crowd following along.
As they walked closer, a faint light began shining from each specimen, pulsing stronger and stronger. The suited man raised an eyebrow, muttering to himself. "Just a trick of the light, right?" At the same time, the lights themselves seemed to be flickering.
Undaunted, the scientists pushed on. Approaching the large specimen, the first of the crystal carrying scientists stopped a few feet away. The lead explained, "We're not yet sure of the cause, but this is as close as we can take them. Once they are like this, they seem to push away at each other and at the center. Now, continue."
Slowly, three of the remaining crystal carriers spread out around the center. As they approached, the pulsing became stronger and stronger, a faint keening growing louder and louder as more settled into place. Yelling to be heard, "Now for the fun part!" declared the presenter. He motioned to the fifth crystal bearer, who waited for the other four to spread out slightly more to allow him in.
And as he walked into place...
...the lights that had continued flickering the entire time...
...went out.
A few seconds later, they came back on, the backup generators kicking in. The pulsing lights were gone. The keening was gone.
Unfortunately, from inside the crystals, so too were the smaller specimens.
One dramatic pause later, a chill wind began emanating from the center crystal. As the researchers ran out of the lab, their boss began to have a sinking feeling. A FEW HOURS LATER...
The Quartermaster stood behind the barred window, concerned at the huge line that had formed. The increasing cold had started to get to everyone and here they were, looking for whatever he could give them. He handed out what he could, blankets, spare lab coats, heatpacks...wait, heatpacks?
"MOTHERFUCKER! Someone stole the goddamn heatpacks!"
Before the stunned researcher at the head of the line could react, he rushed out of the supply room.
He bumped into one of the security guards on the way out. "Yo Alec, where you headed?" The Quartermaster spat out a terse reply, "Hunting." The guard thought for a second. "Huh. All right, then take this." He unholstered his MP5 and handed it over. The quartermaster took it with a brief nod and headed off.
The researcher finally spoke up. "W-what the hell are we supposed to do now?"
The guard thought for a second, the shrugged. "Stay active. Exercise, get together, debate, whatever. Better do something, though, or else you'll freeze."
Down in the basements, the Quartermaster prowled. He knew that the supply thief probably hid the stolen supplies here, he only had to find them. And hopefully find the thief also. He passed by the doors of the main lab in his search and...he stopped.
"What the hell...?" he wondered. The doors had been sealed shut, frozen over with a thick layer of ice.
"Heh, you shouldn't have come down here alone." The quartermaster turned, spraying bullets to no avail.
When the security force showed up a few minutes later, Infidel had been frozen solid and shattered, weapon included.
"The fuck do you mean we're on lockdown! Do you know who I am?" screamed the man in the suit.
The guard shrugged. "You heard me, company protocol. Even you're not exempt. Strange shit happens, we go into quarantine. Either we figure it out, or we die. Blame the dead guy if you want, but more'll probably be joining him soon." The Dead:
Infidel - Alec Gardiner, Quartermaster - Frozen solid Day 1 begins NOW and ends at 10PM EST on Friday.
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SpectrumArcher of InfernoChaldea Rec RoomRegistered Userregular
edited October 2009
All role PMs are out and the villager role PM has been edited into the OP.
It's the RNG really. It has nothing to do with that argument we had. And then that other argument about the first argument(admitted it was a horrible sequal).
And for the record it still seems to me that you are grudging me for being right :P Just because you ended up converted too doesn't make me less right.
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GumpyThere is alwaysa greater powerRegistered Userregular
dunedainjedi, because I keep confusing you with Dunadan019. One of you needs to go.
Actually, I like this better than the Gumpy vote. I mean, as much as it sucked, I have to admire the act of punting someone into space. At least academically.
!dunedainjedi for ease of identification!
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simonwolfi can feel a differencetoday, a differenceRegistered Userregular
And for the record it still seems to me that you are grudging me for being right :P Just because you ended up converted too doesn't make me less right.
Well, see, that is just it, you weren't right. We have been through this before, in the (now locked) game. My grudge isn't based on that, though, it's based on the numerous times you invented/misquoted evidence to prove your arguments, then blatantly ignored my counter-arguments.
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2) No.
3) Clarification denied.
4) Win conditions will not change. Maybe.
At least on my line of thinking. =\
Edit: Okay, #4 kinda says no conversions right there.
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I would like to !confirm my displeasure!
How is it my fault I was masoned to someone who insisted on acting like a jackass? Besides I was all nice and helpful with the biology, right?
That could have been option D, but it is moot since Spectrum just said win conditions will not change.
also, checking in.
Please see above
PSN - sumowot
Maybe use the time to re-read the OP.
The denizens of the Antarctic Research Station crowded into the basement. A demonstration in the main laboratory had been scheduled, apparently for the benefit of the out of place man in the suit.
"Behold!" cried their boss, his talent for theatrics making itself known. "Another milestone in our research." As he gestured, the lights came on in another part of the lab. A large block of ice, containing something resided there.
"As you know, this is the specimen discovered a year ago. To date, it has frustrated all of our efforts to scan it or to chip away or melt any of the ice immediate surrounding it. We've made little progress since then."
He paced over to a low table, currently covered by a cloth. "However," he continued, "we've recently made a breakthrough. A new discovery, to be precise." He yanked away the cloth, revealing five other, much smaller specimens encased in ice crystals.
As the crowd began to move closer, he started pointing out various features. "Yes, take a close look. We've been able to chip away at much more of the ice on these before finally running into the same wall. Even without a tissue sample, it is clear that these creatures are like nothing else that has ever been discovered on Earth."
The crowd looked astonished, most of them not having worked directly on these. Reeling them in, the speaker continued. "That is not the only remarkable thing. These specimens seem to have a bit of resonance with the main one."
The man in the suit finally spoke up. "Resonance?" The original speaker's smile widened. "Yes, resonance. I suppose this is as good a time as any to demonstrate. We've never done this with all five before, so I expect fabulous results." He clapped his hands and five scientists detached from the crowd, donning gloves and picking up the smaller specimens. As one, they began walking towards the original discovery, the rest of the crowd following along.
As they walked closer, a faint light began shining from each specimen, pulsing stronger and stronger. The suited man raised an eyebrow, muttering to himself. "Just a trick of the light, right?" At the same time, the lights themselves seemed to be flickering.
Undaunted, the scientists pushed on. Approaching the large specimen, the first of the crystal carrying scientists stopped a few feet away. The lead explained, "We're not yet sure of the cause, but this is as close as we can take them. Once they are like this, they seem to push away at each other and at the center. Now, continue."
Slowly, three of the remaining crystal carriers spread out around the center. As they approached, the pulsing became stronger and stronger, a faint keening growing louder and louder as more settled into place. Yelling to be heard, "Now for the fun part!" declared the presenter. He motioned to the fifth crystal bearer, who waited for the other four to spread out slightly more to allow him in.
And as he walked into place...
...the lights that had continued flickering the entire time...
...went out.
A few seconds later, they came back on, the backup generators kicking in. The pulsing lights were gone. The keening was gone.
Unfortunately, from inside the crystals, so too were the smaller specimens.
One dramatic pause later, a chill wind began emanating from the center crystal. As the researchers ran out of the lab, their boss began to have a sinking feeling.
A FEW HOURS LATER...
The Quartermaster stood behind the barred window, concerned at the huge line that had formed. The increasing cold had started to get to everyone and here they were, looking for whatever he could give them. He handed out what he could, blankets, spare lab coats, heatpacks...wait, heatpacks?
"MOTHERFUCKER! Someone stole the goddamn heatpacks!"
Before the stunned researcher at the head of the line could react, he rushed out of the supply room.
He bumped into one of the security guards on the way out. "Yo Alec, where you headed?" The Quartermaster spat out a terse reply, "Hunting." The guard thought for a second. "Huh. All right, then take this." He unholstered his MP5 and handed it over. The quartermaster took it with a brief nod and headed off.
The researcher finally spoke up. "W-what the hell are we supposed to do now?"
The guard thought for a second, the shrugged. "Stay active. Exercise, get together, debate, whatever. Better do something, though, or else you'll freeze."
Down in the basements, the Quartermaster prowled. He knew that the supply thief probably hid the stolen supplies here, he only had to find them. And hopefully find the thief also. He passed by the doors of the main lab in his search and...he stopped.
"What the hell...?" he wondered. The doors had been sealed shut, frozen over with a thick layer of ice.
"Heh, you shouldn't have come down here alone." The quartermaster turned, spraying bullets to no avail.
When the security force showed up a few minutes later, Infidel had been frozen solid and shattered, weapon included.
"The fuck do you mean we're on lockdown! Do you know who I am?" screamed the man in the suit.
The guard shrugged. "You heard me, company protocol. Even you're not exempt. Strange shit happens, we go into quarantine. Either we figure it out, or we die. Blame the dead guy if you want, but more'll probably be joining him soon."
The Dead:
Infidel - Alec Gardiner, Quartermaster - Frozen solid
Day 1 begins NOW and ends at 10PM EST on Friday.
Anyway, I think I owe !Gumpy one for Phallakinetic, so we'll start there.
:winky:
otherwise known as BADAFTEOOS
Orange Soda
die.
Arivia
The tech supervisor in my area chooses !Houn
Play Fanduel. One Day Fantasy Leagues use my referral
Be my friend on Magic Online! Dogbone19 is me.
It's the RNG really. It has nothing to do with that argument we had. And then that other argument about the first argument(admitted it was a horrible sequal).
:P
She knows why.
Dunadan019. Is this how BADAFTEOD019 works?
I feel like I missed a memo :P
My very first grudge !simonwolf!
And for the record it still seems to me that you are grudging me for being right :P Just because you ended up converted too doesn't make me less right.
People in orbit voting?
suspicious
wouldnt it be more like... BAOSAFTEOD019?
otherwise its B:L and Dunadan for the elimination of Dunadan.
i feel like that alliance has problems.
lonelyahava Because she got two viruses sick in real life last game with her bacteria powers. I don't like that type of metagaming.
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Actually, I like this better than the Gumpy vote. I mean, as much as it sucked, I have to admire the act of punting someone into space. At least academically.
!dunedainjedi for ease of identification!
Well, see, that is just it, you weren't right. We have been through this before, in the (now locked) game. My grudge isn't based on that, though, it's based on the numerous times you invented/misquoted evidence to prove your arguments, then blatantly ignored my counter-arguments.
Phalla drama.
dune and the other is d019
Fix'd
D019 has anti-mafia sixth sense.
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Funny thing: I was going to vote for Dunadan019 instead, but after you did it first it suddenly seemed like a poor idea.
Is anti-mafia sense where you just spend all game calling the village terrible?
The Villager PM was sent to villagers. Who do you take me for?
To be fair we both have a tendency to do that.
@ Spec. OMG IT'S TOXIC TOyS
Sal: If I wasn't so lazy I'd punch you in the stomach.
Fry: But, you are lazy, right?
Sal: Oh, don't get me started!
I didn't make any confirmation of their social skills.
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what do you take me for? a guy who's not lazy?
WOAH THERE
I'm not the one who based my handle on the plural form of a noun!
also, I regret to inform you that DDJ is the lesser form of me in every single category including toenail thickness and hair style.