This is an expirmental miniphalla for up to 30 people based on the film 'Fight Club'. It is not required that you've seen the film but as this is, for the most part, a hidden mechanics game, those who've seen the film may have a small advantage.
I'm not going to be enforcing any rules on spoilers (and may even spoil some things myself). If you're planning to see the film soon either watch it right now or maybe give this game a miss.
For convenience sake, if you want to PM me individually, please reply to your role PM. It makes it easier if i have one PM strand from each player. Additionally, i realise that vote close may be too late for some people to stay up to. If you need to relay a message post vote-close but prior to narration, you can PM me the message and i will relay it ,in your name, prior to narration for you.
Player List
7. Capfalcon
21.Wildcat
23.Corvidae
24.Schuss
28.Kuhlmeye
Day One
Kime, Villager - Vote
stever777, Robert Paulson - Shot
Phyphor, Villager - Shot
Cythraul, Chloe - Embraced death
Day Two
jdarksun-Villager-Shot
Spoit- The Narrator-Killed Himself
Langly- Tyler Durden- killed by the narrator
Alegis-Villager-ExplodedDay Three
LoserForHireX, Raymond K Hessel -Vote(LoserForHireX, Raymond K Hessel -Vote)
lonelyahava, Villager - More vote
sxxf, Spacemonkey - This is why we can't have nice things(vote)
B:L, Villager(indelible bulk) - Exploded
Day Four
Cayrus, Villager - Vote
Segatai, Villager - Exploded
Day Five
Lucedes, Project Mayhem Member - Got scared(vote)
ThatDaveFella, Villager- Ran away (vote)
Flarne, Project Mayhem Member - Picked an unfortunate fight
Mr Defecation, Villager - Exploded
Day Six
Void Slayer, Project Mayhem member - Vote
The Anonymous, Marla Singer - Exploded
Egos, Villager - Exploded
Day Seven
Bobcesca, villager - Vote
Jackisreal, Detective Stern - Exploded
Slym, Project Mayhem member - Exploded
Bedlam, Spacemonkey - Exploded
Narrations
Night 0
Night 1
Night 2
Night 3
Night 4
Night 5
Night 6
Night 7
Villager Role PM
You're not how much money you've got in the bank...You're not your job...You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself...
You're not your name...You're not your problems...You're not your age....You are not your hopes...
You are not the contents of your wallet and you are not your fucking Khakis...
You are not special...
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake...You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else rotting in the same compost pile.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
And you are becomming...very...pissed...off.
Win Condition: Remove from the city, those who would threaten your liberty and seek to subvert your intentions.
Posts
Ladies and gentlemen...brace yourselves.
it's not like you played the last time i was host.
*glare*
besides, somebody else was kind enough to do this for me, figured I would return the favor.
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langly was up 2
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..."I know what the mayor said...i'll handle it..." The chief put slammed down the phone, visably angry at being talked down to. He called two officers into to him. "I've got the word from the higher ups. I want you to arrest this 'Tyler Durden' fellow... Apparently he's the leader of this underground gang..."
On the way to the address given, their radio put out a call for a possible body found. Apparently someone had shot a local madman as he was boarding the subway. Eyewitness reports that the man had been muttering to himself constantly and looked scared for his life. Rightly so, apparently as a man in a red jacket and glasses had shot him through the train doors and left. It had been deemed inefficient to stop the train, so carriage 6 was now cordened off and a mobile crime scene.
...*knock*"The chief opened his door..."Tyler Durden...Please to meet you"... The two previously addressed officers walked in behind him... "You fools, i told you to arrest him, not bring him to me." Two more officers entered the room, and then two more..."Grab him"...Suddenly the chief was being pinned horizontally on his desk by six of his officers..."Now you're gonna listen to me and you're gonna listen very carefully...You are going to call off any investigation of the underground gangs...Declare them taken down or whatever you have to...The people you are after are the people you depend on...We cook you meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we keep your streets safe and guard you while you sleep....Do not fuck with us..."The officers released him and closed the door after leaving, but not before adding "Oh and we might be a little late into work on monday"..
You were sitting on a half broken chair in a abandoned office building. It overlooked the penthouse suite where the mayor's son was staying. "Its getting exciting now". You we're snapped out of your reverie by his smooth voice...
"No Tyler, i don't want this...it's not right.. we shouldn't be killing people"...
"We have to send the mayor a message...That we can't be put down anymore..They get rich on powerful off of our hard work and then when we try to bring a little change to that order they've so cleverly exploited, they try and shut us down? Doesn't really seem fair now does it?"
"You're a voice in my head."
"You're a voice in mine."
"You're a hallucination, why can't i get rid of you"
"You need me"
"No i don't, i really don't anymore. So please, i'm begging you, please call it off."
"It's already done, so shut up..."
"No..I can figure this out, it isn't real... This isn't real..The gun isn't in your hand, it's in my hand.."
"Hey good for you, doesn't change a thing...Now why would you want to go and put a gun to your head for.."
"Not my head Tyler.. our head..."
Those were the last words spoken before brains belonging to each of them became wallpaper.
Shortly thereafter the mayor's son was sitting in his bedroom...Alone...Crying...Staring at posters of his lost love...Sparrows everywhere..."Oh Simone...Q" were the last words he uttered before a crude explosive hidden under his bed vaporised everything in the room and blew out the windows and some sections of drywall.
The Dead.
Jdarksun, Villager - Shot
Spoit, The narrator - Killed himself
Langly, Tyler Durden - Killed by the narrator
Alegis, Villager - Exploded
I see Ahava has volunteered to edit the updated playerlist and links to narration into the OP.
Since this is so late, I can extend the day if needed, but doI don't really imagine I need to do I?
Also, yay, a red name has appeared!
There is no room for ponies (or bronies) in fight club.
Ok. Totally creeped out now...
!Wildcat
(also, I really hope there is something more to go on than creepy ponies in the next few hours...have to drive up to the in-laws so won't be about most of the evening)
i uh
i don't think that would look good at all, actually
what is it even doing?
in any case, Bobcesca.
I am total village, btw. A vote for me is a total waste of a vote.
Baby look pretty now, mama? Baby look pretty now?
Sorry if you found it creepy, it was the best hugging pic I could find on short notice.
So why did spoit kill himself?
I'll try and grudge more often apparently
Which is ironic because Langly was going to die anyway.
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
BuLk VOTES HOWEVER HE PLEASES
Steam
Steam
Placeholding ahava until I get out of class and can do more research.
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
Apparently they hate hugs and / or bronyhood. I just don't understand it!
Well, I don't want anybody to get the impression I support hugs and bronyhood, but I was hoping for a more valid reason...
Placeholder....]ahava
'oohhh she did shenanigans on night one'
to save kime.
and to kill langly.
bah, forget it.
also, Op is updated.
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