A starry night, and a cloaked figure walked alone. His pack is heavy, but his heart light. The emptiness of the desert, the crushing darkness and searing heat are almost over... The wind picks up, blows sand in his face, but he cares not, for against the dark horizon, a small dot of light stands out. Light from the city that never sleeps, light from the Sultan’s grand Palace, light from his next conquest.
In the city, the bazaar is still full of life with peddlers and shoppers, while in the alleys and the gutters, half-dead bodies scrounge for scraps. Most have learned that hope brings only pain, but some still look up at the opulent Palace in the distance. There is more fanfare than usual... begging by the Palace is dangerous, but maybe, just maybe...
Light! A dancing bear, a troupe of jesters, joyful music, a feast worthy for a kingdom, and the dozen highborn nobles there to enjoy it. The Sultan looks gleefully at his guests, and they make sure they are having the time of their lives--while his eye is on them. His aides and personal servants stand ever-ready, formal, quiet, and obedient. A twitch of his finger can bring out the next course of dishes, but a frown can spell death for anyone in the room. Almost...
During a lull in the festivities, hushed voices:
This is ridiculous. We should end it now!
Be silent. If anyone overhears you...
They can’t overhear me. Besides, what if they can!? We are almost strong enough--
A shadow falls over them, and a new voice speaks. A grave, ominous voice...
Strong enough for what, may I ask? You two appear to be almost plotting, but surely not. Surely you’d have nothing secret, no nefarious intentions on our beloved Sultan’s own birthday?
Uh, no, no, of course not--
W- we are loyal, we wouldn’t dream of such horrible concepts, my lord--
That will be enough. On the off-chance someone has spies listening in, it will be no good to hear my name. Or have you already forgotten the voice that summoned you hear? Do you not recognize me? I’m hurt, gentlemen.
The threat of the voice suddenly seems much more personal... The two glance at each other nervously.
But no matter. You need be patient no longer. The others have also arrived, and tonight, it begins.
The threads of fate gather, a tangled knot, one that cannot be resolved without sacrifice.
Welcome to the...
Arabian Nights Mini-Phalla!
Don’t know what the game Phalla is? Go here!
This will be a game for 24 players
. Veterans and new players alike are welcome, but as a warning, weird stuff may happen. This game has a chance to be a bit unpredictable, and the balance may not quite be right because of that, but the main goal is to have fun!
So, as always with my games, there will be no vanillagers. Everyone will have something to do in the game besides simply vote, which you are required to do every day in bold red
Ask an clarification questions in dark orange
Sign up in any fun color, like so: !Sign up
- NO communication with dead players
- No copying and pasting role PMs from the host, and no screenshots of any PM or proboard
- You are required to invite me to any proboards you make, and I would prefer to be included in all PMs.
- The timestamp of the forums is law with respect to vote close, etc. You should plan accordingly for any possible technical difficulties or discrepancies between the forum’s clock and your own
- Do NOT use the “Add this person to the Conversation” button unless you are adding me
- No anonymous communication with other players: if you talk to them, they better know what your forum name is
- After you die, one death post that contains no in-game information is allowed
There’s no rule against role-calling. Although I advise against it, for your own sake...
Everyone has an Inventory, which is basically a place you keep your items
and your gold
, should you be lucky enough to have any. You can feel free to trade these to whomever you want for whatever you want, just PM me (the host), and tell me what you want to give, to whom, and what you expect to receive in turn. Feel free to CC the other person as well, but keep in mind you don’t have to be honest. Any private PMs take priority over the group ones. If both players’ orders in the trade are concordant enough, then the trade will take place that night.
You also have the option of using any of your items, even if you may not be aware what it does. Feel free to target anyone you’d like, including yourself, and feel free to use any item you’d like.
However, unless otherwise stated, you may only take one action per night
. (Trades are not actions, but using an item is.)
Sample Role PM
A Random Person! You have some sort of backstory, which ranges anywhere from a couple sentences to a few paragraphs. Beyond that, it may even have some humor!
An ability - This does something. Oooooo, interesting!
-You have a sandwich!
-You have a dog! The dog barks at people! Note how you know what the dog does, but you don't know what the sandwich does!
-You have 100 gold pieces!
Thralls? Millers? Conversions?
As an addendum, trading does not affect any other action or resolution that night. If both players are alive, have the stuff to be traded, and chose to do so, then it will happen last, regardless of what came earlier.
Trades happen last.
Can you use an item you're trading (that night)?
The vote is first. Other stuff then happens, in an order that is, more or less, "manipulative, support, attack". Trades are last.
Order of actions? Does the vote trickle?
- Mobbed and killed, Day Two
5. The Anonymous
- Cut down, Day Two
- Knifed in the back, Day One
8. Smoove Operator
- Vote, Day One
- Stabbed, Day One
- Shredded, Day One
- Vote, Day Three
- Turned into a Statue, cannot be targeted, Day Two
- Stabbed, Day Three
- Mauled, Day Two
19. I needed a name to post.
- Partially Eaten, Day Three
- Vote, Day Two
- Assassinated, Day Two