Q) A Phalla? I never saw a sign up thread!
A) Yep. I want to run a small phalla, with no reasonable way of managing that in a sign up thread I simply invited a dozen people and took those who said yes.
Q) Why wasnâ€™t I invited?
A) I clearly hate you.
Q)What about FFT Phalla?
A) Itâ€™s an awesome game and likely more entertaining to watch then mine. I just died early and want something to occupy me. HylianBunny is aware of this and has approved.
Welcome to the Phalla Classic. This is a simple and small Phalla game. Iâ€™m not listing a large amount of rules in this OP, you all know what youâ€™re doing and this is technically a hidden rule game.
Each night the highest vote getter is given over to the Krampus in hopes theyâ€™re the evil that obsesses him.
Each night somebody is abducted by the Krampus and thrown in the fires of Hell.
The Krampus stops showing up when heâ€™s collected all the evil people in the village.
We vote by !vote for TehSpectre
We retract by !retract forâ€¦no Iâ€™m not doing that.
(Include a name in a real retraction please.)
Vote closes at 10:30 pm EST. Any vote timestamped by the forum as 10:30 or later is invalid. Same goes for any action PMs I require.
Itâ€™s a splendid spring night in the village of Noel in the Kingdom of Phalla. Recently the town had cause to dig a large number of graves while cleaning out the nearby Caves of Phalla. While down there they unearthed an ancient book. The book was clearly an important repository of eldritch knowledge. Basking in the joy of rediscovered knowledge Professor Thodwaddle arranged a public reading of the secrets contained within.
â€œFirst, allow me to direct you to this wonderful gingerbread recipe I found tucked in the book. They are quite tasty and bracing. Ehem, now letâ€™s see what I can find in hereâ€¦.â€
â€œBelif an i sown denesa la probmesto nuestroâ€¦â€ A Clatter of Hoves! A spray of splinters from the shattered door! Then the Krampus appears!
The Krampus stands flicking itâ€™s incredibly long tongue into the air and scanning the crowd. It stands still for a full minute, locked in indecision. The crowd tensely waits.
â€œOh, heâ€™s been gone too long!â€ says the fascinated Professor. â€œHe can no longer tell who is naughty and nice! Perhaps weâ€™re safe after allâ€¦â€
As one each villager points a single finger directly at the Professor. Without hesitation the Krampus grabs up the old man and begins to thrash him with his switches. He gives a bestial laugh and runs away into the night.
You know that the Professor for all his faults was not truly naughty. He baked cookies!
No, the Krampus must want somebody else. Heâ€™s so blind and confused in this modern age heâ€™ll take whoever the majority tell him to. With the natural end of his reign of terror months away your only hope of survival is to find the naughty ones before the Krampus carts away all the innocent.
So the question remainsâ€¦.are you naughty or nice?