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[Wake1]

*Save him

[Dolly Parton]

wtf is a Rick fucking Dalton?

[Frank]

You want me to hammer zote rn this early in the day?

wake if you're bad enough to actually hang me next (which I don't doubt) I'll let you live with that

I'ma sip on this tea instead

[Frank]

scum gamma hasnt even talked yet this day and wake wants me to hammer LOL

and all the people shitpushing me for how long I took to post are gonna get a kick out of this

[Frank]

wake if ur actually town I might blacklist you

the audacity you have to act all high and mighty all the sudden is fucked

[Frank]

btw I aint even trying to save shit

zote is L-1, not hammering that yet.

ofc he dies today, that's pretty damn obvious.

I'm trying to see what his scumbuddy has to say about getting voted though

so if you're town please stop being an idiot

[Wake1]

This game is getting way too toxic.

If you're Town Frank, stop being a complete asshole.

[Rabid Schnauzer]

wtf is a Rick fucking Dalton?

Glad I'm not the only one wondering that.

[Frank]

This game is getting way too toxic.

If you're Town Frank, stop being a complete asshole.

then how about you stop trying to order me around like a dog to do something anti-town?

like I know this whole "trying" thing is obviously new to you but this isn't the way to go about it chief

[Rabid Schnauzer]

By my count zote is L-3.

We needed to figure out the claims. Now we have. In my experience, continuing the day after a lynch has been determined by investigation usually does town more harm than good. Might be counter-intuitive but that's how I see it.

[Frank]

By my count zote is L-3.

cool

VOTE: zote

gamma is one partner

[Frank]

By my count zote is L-3.

We needed to figure out the claims. Now we have. In my experience, continuing the day after a lynch has been determined by investigation usually does town more harm than good. Might be counter-intuitive but that's how I see it.

what do you think about all the PR claims being a thing yet FL dying last night?

I think it's pretty damn likely his solve was cold, especially since we was taking the PR claims at face value.

obviously some of those PR claims were lies if I'm right about him being wrong

[Frank]

especially since

he

was taking the PR claims at face value

edit

[Frank]

like if we assume all the PR claims are real, why didn't any of them die last night?

furthermore, why would FL of all people be killed there if those PR claims (who were not scum according to his solve) were all truly PRs

[Rabid Schnauzer]

like if we assume all the PR claims are real, why didn't any of them die last night?

That's part of why I'm ready to go to night. I want to see the next NK. Personally as scum I've killed town leaders over PRs before, but you obviously can't do it forever or you lose by clears.

[Espressojet]

VOTE: zote

Hey, that rhymes

[Elsa Jay]

Is Frank more likely scum from Maria flipping town neighbor or nah?

fuck you for even suggesting this

this is also big bullshit

if town!you had a problem with it then why not jail me?

fuck this shading

You didn't read anymore after, but that was directed at Rabid, since I forgot which of you claimed neighbor at the time. I just said the wrong name.

But yeah, g
Voting Gamma when a Watcher caught someone making a kill? Super scummy.

[Zote the Mighty]

That L-1?

[Zote the Mighty]

VOTE: Zote

Had to try something

[Creature]

(Drawing by breasommers. Just not linking it because the link seems propaganda) L'Interrupteur Another day at the marvelous city of Austerity. I could see the entire city from my globular bedroom and the sunset in the sky. I was finally done working at the L'Interrupteur Company, that annoying perfume brand that recently came to the city. Today I planned to just go to the center park and relax. After changing, eating breakfast and sanitizing myself, I left this fully plastic white house inside and out and grabbed the newspaper. It was 80% propaganda, but sometimes you could find something interesting. But right at the front page in a big picture, I saw: L'Interrupteur, the right perfume to shine like a star That was a bland phrase, but what caught my attention is that in the picture was my face and my name, Pete Sharrow, was right below it. I looked pretty handsome to be honest. I was wearing a suit, my hair combed, I was smiling, looking from the side and holding with both of my hands a transparent blue flask of perfume to my right. No, it was clearly photoshopped. I'm not that perfect and I definitely never posed to a picture. They must have taken a picture of me or something. "Hey! You're that guy from the ad? You're very handsome!", said another guy that made it even more awkward. From the distance a group of girls looked at me amazed. I'm not liking any of this. I'm not looking for any partner and I just wanted to have a nice day. I didn't want my day ruined because of this. So I decided to rather just keep going to the park. On foot as I planned. It just then started getting to a point I couldn't ignore. Seriously, my face was everywhere, my name was very visible. I could see it on the buildings, on the billboards. Hell, there was even two drones carrying a giant poster with my face on it. Everywhere I passed the people kept looking me in awe, making me even more socially anxious. I was feeling powerless compared to the guy carrying my name in the billboards. I finally gave up of going to the park and called a driver. The road consisted mostly of a few cars driven by paid drivers that could be called any moment. The cars were the shape of a half of an oval sphere, were fully white just like my house and floated right over the road. As I entered the car, the driver made sure to show he knew I was the shining star from the perfume ad and treated me as such, only making me feel more anxious. "Can you please just bring me to the L'Interrupteur department right over street A-245?", I said, "and please, stay quiet". I arrived to the three-story building, clenched my fists and stepped in. To my dismay I was still applauded as I came. Though I was immediately given the turn to speak with the boss when I asked to. "Hello, Pete Sharrow! I see your name is everywhere!" "Why did you do this to me?" "What do you mean?" "You put my name and face everywhere without my permission! Why?" "I don't know what you mean. I didn't do anything. Also what do you mean be without your permission?" "I never agreed to be advertised everywhere in this city" "Correction: the entire country" "What?", I shouted and I'm pretty sure the entire building heard me. "If you have a problem with it, you'll have to take it to the CEO" "And where is the CEO?" "I don't know exactly, but my secretary can search that" I left the boss office in a rush. Indeed the secretary handed me a paper containing the address. To my horror it was located in Argentance, France. What was supposed to be my day off would be the day I go to France. "You can also speak with him over the phone, you know", commented the secretary. "Oh right" I looked at her for a while and then the video phone on her desk, then said: "Can you call them for me?" "Sure" She started typing the name and ID number of the main headquarters. "Can you speak French?", I questioned. "Bien sûr je peux", she answered and I took that as an yes. The face of a secretary eventually showed up in the screen and spoke something in French I didn't understand. The secretary from here replied and they kept talking about something I couldn't understand. "She's transferring to the CEO now", announced the secretary. The video changed to the figure of a man wearing white shorts, shirt and hat and carrying a golf club. I assume it's the CEO and he didn't seem pleased to have been L'Interrupteur'd from golf. "Qu'est ce que c'est" "Hello, I'm Pete Sharrow and I want to know why you put my name and face on your propaganda without my permission. I also want to know how did you take my picture" The man from the video didn't seem to understand a thing. The secretary translated, he said something and she translated back: "He's saying you can't be Pete Sharrow because Pete Sharrow is right there" "What?", I shouted, "are you kidding me?" Out of the video I could spot a man that looked exactly the same to me, except he was wearing white shorts and a light blue shirt and looked way more handsome. "This is Pete Sharrow, he's saying you are an imposter" At this rate I couldn't hold it. I moved to the front of the screen and shouted: "How is he Pete Sharrow? I'm Pete Sharrow! My ID number is 331245 and I was born in 15/09/2404. He can't be me! I'm Pete Sharrow!" The secretary translated it more calmly. I could see the CEO searching something while the supposed Pete Sharrow looked at me curiously. Eventually the secretary exchanged: "Yeah, indeed there are exactly two Pete Sharrows ID number 331245 and born in 15/09/2404 in the world" "What could it mean?" Again they exchanged something, the CEO searched something and they gave me an answer back: "Were you in TelleVisa special?" I tried to recall what was it. I think I heard the name somewhere. I think I was invited by Telle something to go to a big event with the wealthiest people in the world. I remember they also made me to agree to a terms and conditions thing that was 25 pages long. "Yes", I said. "And you agreed to the terms and conditions?" "Yes" "Did you read the part you would be cloned and sold as an advertising object" "No. Wait, what?" They again exchanged something and that only made me want to punch the video phone and the secretary all at once. "The CEO said the terms and conditions predicted you would be cloned and put at sale as a propaganda actor. L'Interrupteur Company bought your clone and they spent millions to make you look more perfect. They're sad to inform you they can't get rid of the clone now and they recommend you to not try to take legal action because that may drain your money for nothing. Nothing they can do at all" The secretary looked at me awkward, discreetly pressing a button. "Hey don't worry, being a star won't be that..." I screamed at the top of my lungs and charged towards her, but just in time, two men came to stop me and brought me outside the building. I had to be carried all the way back to my home and they completely shut it down, leaving me locked in my own house. The next day, after waking to a completely trashed home, I was sent an email: We're really sorry for this and we, the L'interrupteur Company, decided to pay for your identity change surgery. You will be transported to the best hospital of Austerity and won't need to worry about anything as we got it all covered. Sincerely, the CEO I knew an identity change surgery would mean completely changing my face, skin, features and even the bone structure to turn me into someone completely different. They would also change my name, ID number and date of birth to fit my new appearance. Before the surgery, the assistant gave me a bunch of papers. From the number of the pages, I could tell there were 35. "What are these?", I asked the assistant. "The terms and conditions"

Votecount 3.1
	Players	L-5	L-4	L-3	L-2	L-1	Hammer
1	Dolly Parton
2	Dunnstral
3	Elsa Jay
4	Espressojet
5	Frank
6	Gamma Emerald
7	Lil Uzi Vert
8	Nero Cain
9	Rabid Schnauzer rb
10	Wake88
11	Zote the Mighty LucianRoy	Dolly Parton	Wake88	Rabid Schnauzer	Frank	Espressojet	Zote the Mighty
Deadline: (expired on 2020-01-15 19:00:00) Currently the top wagon is Zote the Mighty

[Creature]

"If you extended your blood veins across the world, you would probably die"
~Unknown

	Players	Status	Role	Fate
11	Zote the Mighty LucianRoy¹	Bit the dust	Mafia Goon	Lynched Day 3

Night 3 started!

Deadline: (expired on 2020-01-12 15:00:00)

[Creature]

Gamma Emerald seems to have siteflaked, so I'll be searching for his replacement.

[Creature]

pisskop replaces Gamma Emerald.

[Creature]

(Image of the facility by Piotr Kupsc, from ArtStation.) The Facility - Part 1/2 (Written by Ausuka. I only modified the paragraph structure.) “Wake up! Wake up!” Shelby heard a shrill voice scream as she opened her eyes. It was perhaps one of the most unpleasant ways to wake up, but she was used to it. Yawning and still half-asleep, she got out of bed at once and the woman who had woken her up slammed the door. At the Community Facility for Soybean Production, you are to sleep exactly from 10pm to 5am – seven hours of sleep is all that you need. She got dressed as quickly as she could and left her dormitory. In the corridors, the walls were painted white throughout the building, empty and nondescript; the people walking through them were utterly silent as they made their way towards the fields, creating an almost eerie atmosphere. Not wanting to linger behind, she too made her way towards the fields where she spent most of her days, walking at a brisk pace. The fields were a huge canvas of brown and green that stretched out into the distance. Despite the huge size she had been working in them long enough to know which field was which. “Hayes! Field 11.” a strict voice boomed towards her. Obediently, she walked over to the field and began to spray pesticide over the young soybeans that had been planted there. This process continued for hours on end, as she wandered around the massive field that she was meant to work in. Even after working in the fields for several years, she never managed to get used to the mindless, soul-sucking boredom that this kind of work presented. Day after day, she spent her life mindlessly doing what she was ordered to do, out of fear of punishment. Entertainment or stimulation were not to be found anywhere; the sole purpose of her existence was to serve those who trapped her there, who forced her to labour her life away. Eventually, a noisy sound rang out from a nearby tree that separated two fields. Shelby knew what it was at once. “It is now Lunchtime.” a voice bellowed. “Report to the Canteen as soon as you can. Your break ends in 45 minutes.” After the announcement finished Shelby trudged back along the fields to the main building where the Cafeteria was. The cafeteria was a more relaxed environment than the rest of the farm and the workers could talk among themselves. No staff bothered to turn up, other than an old lady serving the meals who was clearly preoccupied with preparing food. The workers had, by this point, organized themselves into groups that they would talk in. It helped them reduce their loneliness somewhat, and to keep their sanity in this dreadful place. Perhaps that is why they were even allowed to talk without supervision in the first place. Despite this, the heavy labour they were forced to go through still had a huge toll on them, and the workers almost never had enough energy to hold a conversation like they used to before they were imprisoned. As Shelby sat down, she made eye contact with her friends, Michael and Ellen, and they briefly smiled at each other as they began to eat together. They rarely made conversation together nowadays; instead they simply ate their meal. Being in each other’s presence brought some comfort. Midway through their meal, Ellen leaned in towards Shelby and Michael, and whispered, “Tonight, we make our escape. Meet me by the Gate after work.” The Gate was the barrier between the world of the Facility and the outside world, the line between the freedom of the vast, natural world and the constraints, imprisonment and misery inside the Facility. Apparently, they were forbidden, by law, to cross to the other side of that gate. Shelby didn’t know if that was true; she didn’t remember hearing about any such law when she was younger, but she had been entirely cut off from the outside world for years now, and she didn’t know how much influence the owners of the Facility really had on the government. Soon, she was back in the fields fertilizing crops, but her mind was entirely focused on the escape plan that Ellen was crafting. Was it really possible to escape from the Facility? To her knowledge, it had never been done before. They certainly weren’t meant to leave; guards with guns were regularly seen around the place, serving as a reminder that the owners held the power of life and death over them all. The security looked incredibly tight. How could Ellen have gained any intelligence at all about how to leave? But, surely she wouldn’t have told her and Michael to make an escape attempt unless she had a plan of some kind, right? After her shift was over Shelby wandered towards the Gate. Ellen and Michael were already waiting, standing by a tree nearby. “Okay, so we’re all here. How are we possibly supposed to escape?” she asked. “I mean, if they find out we’re trying to leave, they’re going to kill us for sure.” “We’re going to have to try something unorthodox. The Gate is heavily guarded, because it’s the obvious means of escape. That’s where the road is, that’s where civilization is, where food is. Of course people are going to want to escape from that point. But the Fields here are vast. If we go down into them, hopefully we’ll find a point of escape. From there, we’ll flee into the forest, and live off of whatever we can until we find a civilization that’s far away from this place.” Ellen replied. “But that’s insane!” Michael exclaimed. “Do you really think that they’re just going to let us walk out of here? There’s no way. They’ll have secured every border between this facility and the outside world. To do anything else would be the height of folly. You’re going to get us killed!” “So be it. I would rather die than languish in this hellhole for the rest of my life.” Ellen replied, with an undeniable fire burning in her eyes. That was the moment Shelby became convinced. “I don’t want to stay here, either. I don’t want to be forced to stay on this small plot of the land for the rest of my life, I don’t want to be fed and put to sleep like an animal, and I don’t want to slave away for the profit of people I don’t even know for the rest of my life! I’m with Ellen. Sorry, Michael.” “Fine… then I suppose I’ll come, as well. You two are all I have… I’ll try to stop you from getting hurt.” Michael was clearly not convinced but chose to come along anyway. (I'm not sure if Ausuka was okay yet, but I believe it's pretty good already)

Day 4 started!

and...nobody died.[/color]

Votecount 4.0
	Players	L-5	L-4	L-3	L-2	L-1	Hammer
1	Dolly Parton
2	Dunnstral
3	Elsa Jay
4	Espressojet
5	Frank
6	pisskop Gamma Emerald
7	Lil Uzi Vert
8	Nero Cain
9	Rabid Schnauzer rb
10	Wake88
Deadline: (expired on 2020-01-19 18:00:00) Currently the top wagon is reading this

[Elsa Jay]

Sup fuckers