There are certainly some cabins organized, and I was actually under the impression that everyone had agreed to share their lists of cabin-mates to avoid shenanigans/screw-ups.
Not the lists of guards for tonight, obviously.
Are you still sleeping outdoors?
Er... Was @warban still looking for company? Or @The Dagon ? Mr t needs a spot.
ObiFettUse the ForceAs You WishRegistered Userregular
I didn't bunk with ANY of you fools.
I did this on purpose to test the skinchangers. To see if they would go after cabins they had no informants in or if they would stick to ones they did.
Since I kept letting on (in the thread and specifically to MrT earlier in the day) that I had a cabin, the mafia HAD to be wondering who was in it and if there was a guard and if it was worth going after my cabin.
I could very well die from exposure, but if I instead die from skinchangers it might give us an clue to their plans.
I did this on purpose to test the skinchangers. To see if they would go after cabins they had no informants in or if they would stick to ones they did.
Since I kept letting on (in the thread and specifically to MrT earlier in the day) that I had a cabin, the mafia HAD to be wondering who was in it and if there was a guard and if it was worth going after my cabin.
I could very well die from exposure, but if I instead die from skinchangers it might give us an clue to their plans.
GRAIEEUUR
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BaidolI will hold him offEscape while you canRegistered Userregular
O. Biff Ett hated the name Obidiah. That's why he'd always gone by his middle name, Biff. He also hated Camp Phalla Lake. He TOLD his parents he wanted to go to space camp. Begged them for give it as a christmas present, then for his birthday and finally tried to exchange it for his silence about his father's extracurricular Memorial Day activities. Unfortunately, his father did not think that keeping silent about using store brand pepper while grilling was worth the extra expense of shipping Biff off to Florida. Instead, he thought it would be a wonderful idea for his son to be outdoors and relaxing with kids his own age. When Camp Phalla Lake announced its grand opening, Biff's father knew he'd found the right place.
Biff figured there weren't any skinchangers at Space Camp.
Biff also figured the kids weren't nearly as weird.
As he emerged from his hiding place underneath the computer, he had a brilliant idea. He could signal an airplane! All he needed to find was a piece of glass he could reflect the sunlight off. After grabbing a compact off a dead counselor, he declared his intention to find some open space and save everyone.
Al Egis loved birds. He'd been waiting for camp all year so he could FINALLY get the chance to be out in nature. He still remembered the day he told his parents he was going to take up the ancient and noble art of hawking. While they had talked him down to getting a parakeet, he knew it was only a matter of time before he had one of those magnificent animals perched on his hand ready to bring him a rabbit or squirrel.
Laying down to sleep, his last thoughts were of his future hawk. As he closed his eyes, he wondered how his hawk would feel when he pulled the hood over its head. Probably the same, he concluded.
Warb An had always wanted to be a robot. He dressed up as a robot every halloween. He danced the robot at every junior high event he could. He'd even ordered a make your own robot kit off the Internet. When he first saw the flyer for Camp Phalla Lake, he'd been overjoyed. The world's premiere robot camp was practically in his backyard!
It wasn't until he arrived that he realized he'd made a terrible mistake and confused Camp Phalla Lake with Camp Phallen Lake. To make matters worse, none of the counselors here knew anything about circuit boards or transistors. He couldn't believe how silly these adults were.
That was before they all died of course. Now, he had to remind himself that robots didn't have feelings. They most certainly didn't get afraid and start crying when they saw wolves ripping people apart.
They most certainly didn't yell when something sharp hit them in the dark.
Sunkmanitu Tanka did not like his new body. His wished he was running through the forest again or lounging on a burial mound. Instead, he was walking around in Thed Agon's body. It had seemed like a good idea after last night: he could spy on the younglings, see their ways and know their actions.
This body was clumsy. He needed to remember to walk, remember how to speak this strange language. He rifled through the pant's pocket to find any information he could on this creature. He smiled as he pulled out the small red tag that read “My Name is:” followed by a scrawled “Thed.”
This was going to be easier than he thought.
He walked up to the first youngling he saw. “I'm Thed, Who are you?”
The boy stared at him for a moment. “I thought you said the H was silent?”
Sunkmanitu Tanka cursed inwardly. “Of course, I'm just so shaken up by skinchangers last night!” He gave the child what he hoped was a reassuring glance. No one would notice his small slip.
He was wrong.
As Sunkmanitu Tanka slipped out of his body and into a nearby wolf, another shadow slipped next to the sleeping body.
As the second day dawned, harried figures streamed from each of the cabins. They dragged their dead towards the remains of the camp fire. No one dared to touch Thed Agon's body. The dessicated corpse had clearly been occupied by something non-human.
As the children sat down, arguments broke out.
“You were my friend yesterday, what changed? You're a skinchanger!”
“Didn't your hair used to be straight? Why's it all curly now?”
As the arguments grew more and more heated, the children began to focus on one of their own. No one knew his real name, they all just called him Bedlam. He kept telling everyone it wasn't him and that they were being totally unfair. Afterwards, no one could recall who threw the first punch.
Each and every one of them remember what he looked like afterwards. The corpse looked like a picture of one of those egyptian mummies.
As the light faded from Bedlam's eyes, a roar echoed throughout the campfire ring. A massive bear lumbered into the ampitheater. Raising himself up on his hind legs, Sunkmanitu Tanka's voice boomed.
“You think mere cabins will keep you safe from my vengeful spirit? Post your lookouts and huddle in terror in the night. I can smell your fear, and soon your fear will drive you to devour yourselves. Already your mistrust poisons your fellow interlopers...”
A voice called out from the crowd. “You're dead. I slew you in your sleep.”
The bear laughed.
“Silly child. Why do you think we are called skinchangers...”
I did this on purpose to test the skinchangers. To see if they would go after cabins they had no informants in or if they would stick to ones they did.
Since I kept letting on (in the thread and specifically to MrT earlier in the day) that I had a cabin, the mafia HAD to be wondering who was in it and if there was a guard and if it was worth going after my cabin.
I could very well die from exposure, but if I instead die from skinchangers it might give us an clue to their plans.
AssuranIs swinging on the SpiralRegistered Userregular
So, without revealing anything much, is anyone else feeling under the weather?
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BaidolI will hold him offEscape while you canRegistered Userregular
In the interest of full disclosure, Dagon PM'ed both me and Sir Fab, apparently on the advice of Egos, asking if there was space available in our cabins.
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Can mafia kill while on guard duty? Can mafia join in cabins at all?
At least let's announce our cabins in witching hour if possible.
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Not the lists of guards for tonight, obviously.
Are you still sleeping outdoors?
Er... Was @warban still looking for company? Or @The Dagon ? Mr t needs a spot.
Though I think we have room for one more.
Okay, good stuff.
I still have a small amount of space left in my cabin if anyone needs to get out of the elements tonight.
I believe thats the plan yes.
For some reason I'm thinking not. Enough people will know if something goes down.
Although the skinwalkers probably already have an idea of who all is guarding, since I bet there is probably one in about every cabin.
GrimmyTOA
Mr. Mojo Risin
stever777
Greenbarons
The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1
I did this on purpose to test the skinchangers. To see if they would go after cabins they had no informants in or if they would stick to ones they did.
Since I kept letting on (in the thread and specifically to MrT earlier in the day) that I had a cabin, the mafia HAD to be wondering who was in it and if there was a guard and if it was worth going after my cabin.
I could very well die from exposure, but if I instead die from skinchangers it might give us an clue to their plans.
Egos
Langly
Assuran
Inantp
GRAIEEUUR
Yes, that is a three-person cabin.
O. Biff Ett hated the name Obidiah. That's why he'd always gone by his middle name, Biff. He also hated Camp Phalla Lake. He TOLD his parents he wanted to go to space camp. Begged them for give it as a christmas present, then for his birthday and finally tried to exchange it for his silence about his father's extracurricular Memorial Day activities. Unfortunately, his father did not think that keeping silent about using store brand pepper while grilling was worth the extra expense of shipping Biff off to Florida. Instead, he thought it would be a wonderful idea for his son to be outdoors and relaxing with kids his own age. When Camp Phalla Lake announced its grand opening, Biff's father knew he'd found the right place.
Biff figured there weren't any skinchangers at Space Camp.
Biff also figured the kids weren't nearly as weird.
As he emerged from his hiding place underneath the computer, he had a brilliant idea. He could signal an airplane! All he needed to find was a piece of glass he could reflect the sunlight off. After grabbing a compact off a dead counselor, he declared his intention to find some open space and save everyone.
He was never heard from again.
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Al Egis loved birds. He'd been waiting for camp all year so he could FINALLY get the chance to be out in nature. He still remembered the day he told his parents he was going to take up the ancient and noble art of hawking. While they had talked him down to getting a parakeet, he knew it was only a matter of time before he had one of those magnificent animals perched on his hand ready to bring him a rabbit or squirrel.
Laying down to sleep, his last thoughts were of his future hawk. As he closed his eyes, he wondered how his hawk would feel when he pulled the hood over its head. Probably the same, he concluded.
He never woke up.
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Warb An had always wanted to be a robot. He dressed up as a robot every halloween. He danced the robot at every junior high event he could. He'd even ordered a make your own robot kit off the Internet. When he first saw the flyer for Camp Phalla Lake, he'd been overjoyed. The world's premiere robot camp was practically in his backyard!
It wasn't until he arrived that he realized he'd made a terrible mistake and confused Camp Phalla Lake with Camp Phallen Lake. To make matters worse, none of the counselors here knew anything about circuit boards or transistors. He couldn't believe how silly these adults were.
That was before they all died of course. Now, he had to remind himself that robots didn't have feelings. They most certainly didn't get afraid and start crying when they saw wolves ripping people apart.
They most certainly didn't yell when something sharp hit them in the dark.
Neither did Warb.
________________________________________________________________
Sunkmanitu Tanka did not like his new body. His wished he was running through the forest again or lounging on a burial mound. Instead, he was walking around in Thed Agon's body. It had seemed like a good idea after last night: he could spy on the younglings, see their ways and know their actions.
This body was clumsy. He needed to remember to walk, remember how to speak this strange language. He rifled through the pant's pocket to find any information he could on this creature. He smiled as he pulled out the small red tag that read “My Name is:” followed by a scrawled “Thed.”
This was going to be easier than he thought.
He walked up to the first youngling he saw. “I'm Thed, Who are you?”
The boy stared at him for a moment. “I thought you said the H was silent?”
Sunkmanitu Tanka cursed inwardly. “Of course, I'm just so shaken up by skinchangers last night!” He gave the child what he hoped was a reassuring glance. No one would notice his small slip.
He was wrong.
As Sunkmanitu Tanka slipped out of his body and into a nearby wolf, another shadow slipped next to the sleeping body.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
As the second day dawned, harried figures streamed from each of the cabins. They dragged their dead towards the remains of the camp fire. No one dared to touch Thed Agon's body. The dessicated corpse had clearly been occupied by something non-human.
As the children sat down, arguments broke out.
“You were my friend yesterday, what changed? You're a skinchanger!”
“Didn't your hair used to be straight? Why's it all curly now?”
As the arguments grew more and more heated, the children began to focus on one of their own. No one knew his real name, they all just called him Bedlam. He kept telling everyone it wasn't him and that they were being totally unfair. Afterwards, no one could recall who threw the first punch.
Each and every one of them remember what he looked like afterwards. The corpse looked like a picture of one of those egyptian mummies.
As the light faded from Bedlam's eyes, a roar echoed throughout the campfire ring. A massive bear lumbered into the ampitheater. Raising himself up on his hind legs, Sunkmanitu Tanka's voice boomed.
“You think mere cabins will keep you safe from my vengeful spirit? Post your lookouts and huddle in terror in the night. I can smell your fear, and soon your fear will drive you to devour yourselves. Already your mistrust poisons your fellow interlopers...”
A voice called out from the crowd. “You're dead. I slew you in your sleep.”
The bear laughed.
“Silly child. Why do you think we are called skinchangers...”
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The Dead
Warban
Alegis
Obifett
The Dagon
Bedlam
Welp
Horrible plan in retrospect due to a not-very detailed narration
I don't regret it
OoooOOOOooooooOo
Well It was really hard to run a mini and play in one at the same time.
OoooOOOOooooooOo
GRAIEEUUR
The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1
Me! :P
I don't think that's what happened...
Disagreements are resolved by Guard PM -> Non-Guard PM -> RNG.
Further clarification denied.
MrTlicious
Capfalcon
roman
Dagon
Team Stabbin
Greenbarons
GrimmyTOA
Mr. Mojo Risin
stever777
Team Blood Death
Egos
Langly
Assuran
Inantp
Team Meatshield
Baidol
Anialos
Kelzor
Unknown/Independent Fools
Bedlam
Obifett
Sir Fabulous
Rend
Alegis
The Anonymous
Slym
jdarksun
REG Rysk
Kime
Smoove Operator
Warban
Retaba
I need a timeline. The two/three people that pushed Bedlam over the top are probably in the clear. Anyone further before or after is still suspicious.
Talk to your guard.
If vigs or Serial Killers were in this game, would they be affected by the number of players on guard?
We took him out.