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Our new Indie Games subforum is now open for business in G&T. Go and check it out, you might land a code for a free game. If you're developing an indie game and want to post about it, follow these directions. If you don't, he'll break your legs! Hahaha! Seriously though.
Our rules have been updated and given their own forum. Go and look at them! They are nice, and there may be new ones that you didn't know about! Hooray for rules! Hooray for The System! Hooray for Conforming!
Nobody could possibly have known how that ill-fated caravan's journey would end, nobody. All anyone knew now was that they didn't make it, the vault had turned them away, and they had left it behind. After a schism the likes of which none of them had ever seen, they tread back into the wasteland, low on food and pumped to the brim with radiation, searching for a home, some shelter.
It was a long time before they finally settled down, christening the town of Broken Phalliston. By that time, most of the humans had become ghouls, the wasteland's ambient radiation transforming their bodies into little more than walking gardens, ironically enough, some of the only places in the world where green could be found. Most of the ghouls... well, they were still ghouls, but that hardly comes as a surprise.
The robots had long since run out of batteries, the rest of the caravan being forced to gut their chrome comrades in order to power the generators which would be used to power their town until they could find a better source. but, even through all the hardship, the Ghoul town of Broken Phalliston stabilised.
That is... until today. A group of mutants led by the mutant-cyborg Gumpotron, previously thought deactivated, invaded the town in the night, posing as natives. And honestly, who can really tell them apart? The townspeople cursed their acceptance of all colors and creeds- due to their open mindedness, they now had no way to tell who was friend...
...and who was foe.
This is a standard, mostly traditional mini-phalla. All of the standard phalla rules apply. You may Sign Up in bold lime, and each day you will Vote in bold red. If you have actions to send in, do it via PM.
There will be 25 players, signups will begin immediately. Vote will close at 7:00 pm PST (thats 10:00 PM EST). Any actions or votes sent in on or after 7:01 will be considered invalid and will not be counted. Role PMs will go out pretty much as soon as all the players have signed up, and day 1 will end the following full day.