Non-Example of Play:
If Popular Fantasy RPG worked like [mini]Paranoia!
Gamemaster: You’re in a long dungeon hallway with a dirt floor, stone walls and an arching stone ceiling. There are burning torches in wall sconces every 10 feet. You see one door.
Warrior player: What colour is the stone?
GM: Sort of orange.
Rogue player: Aah! I’m only Clearance RED! Get me out of here!
Priest player: Don't worry. I'm a special, so you know you can trust me. I’m casting Mass RAISE Security Clearance to make us all ORANGE. [Passes note to the GM: ‘I’m also casting Subvert to Communism on the warrior.’]
Wizard: I’m using the Magic Box to document the priest’s actions. I, uh, may want to analyze the vote record later.
Priest: Of course, of course. [Looks significantly at the rogue, whom he made a Rend Deal. The rogue nods and passes a note to the GM. The GM rolls a 20-sided die (1d20).]
GM: All right. You’re all ORANGE for the moment and can pass safely down the hallway. Your orders, you recall, were to investigate the door. [Passes note to warrior: ‘You feel a strange, treasonous impulse to overthrow the existing social order and restore power to the people.’]
GM: Clarification Denied
Warrior [Gulps]: Come, Comra – fellow heroes, let us break down the door!
Wizard: Wait! Did you almost call us ‘Comrades’? That’s a Commie word!
Priest: Of course he didn’t. I heard nothing of the sort.
Rogue: Nor I. Are you leveling false accusations of post editing against our leader? That’s treason.
Wizard: Don’t anybody move! I’m not only leveling accusations, I’m leveling my Wand of Fireballs against all three of these traitors, and I'm firing a fireball at all of them!
GM [Rolls a 20-sided die on Invisible Castle]: I’m sorry, it appears your experimental Wand of Fireballs has been busdrivered back onto you. In a trice you are immolated in a ball of flame. Fortunately the fire is orange, so at least your charred body hasn’t breached its proper Security Clearance.
Kime - Wizard - Internal Security
Wizard: You bastards are gonna pay.
GM: Only one non-game related comment from the currently dead, please. Suddenly the door opens. A huge hobgoblin in leather armour stands there with his broadsword drawn. On his chest you see the mark of a silver hand.
Rogue: I vig him with –
Warrior: Wait! I wave my fingers at him from under my chin.
Priest and rogue: What?
Tube: COMMUNICATING IN CODE? NO PHALLA FOR A WEEK!
[One Week Later]
GM: The hobgoblin nods at your recognition signal and lowers his sword. He waves you all inside. Blue Vote the person who's going to go in first?
Warrior, priest and rogue [Voting each other]: Him!
The Villager PM
You are a Loyal Troubleshooter of Friend Computer!
You know that the computer is always right, and that everyone would be happy if those dirty Commies weren't always messing everything up.
Victory Condition: Eliminate the Communists and any other threats to Alpha Complex.
Each day will end at 10PM CST
. Any actions or votes submitted up until X:59 will count, whereas those taken on or after X:00 will not. Please do not submit any actions or votes for the following day until narration has been posted.
Inactivity is a sign of unhappiness. Unhappinesss is treason. Treason is... unhealthy.
Any player may create a proboard for any reason. However, all proboards must be linked to the host, who must have full access to all information on the board.
Trust is a valuable commodity in Phalla. If you want to add someone to a conversation, you must start a new conversation.
It is not required, yet strongly encouraged, that you include the Host in PMs.
Clones will demonstrate their loyalty to the computer by signing up in the appropriate color.