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-= Purgatory =-

Modded by: Morning Tweet

Backup Mod: Wooper

Lost Souls

1. DrDolittle

clidd

2. Cthylla
3. Dannflor
4. Isis
5. NorwegianboyEE
6. Hayasaka
7. word321
8. Green Crayons
9. WaltertheDunce10

Spoiler: Judged

Word321,

Vanilla Townie

, sent to Hell in Phase 1
Hayasaka,

Vanilla Townie

, sent to Heaven in Phase 2
WaltertheDunce10,

Vanilla Townie

, sent to Hell in Phase 3
Isis,

Mafia Goon

, judged to Hell in Phase 4
NorwegianboyEE,

Mafia Goon

, sent to Hell in Phase 5
Green Crayons,

Mafia Goon

, surrenders in Phase 5

Spoiler: Still in Limbo

clidd
Cthylla
Dannflor

Spoiler: Vote Counts

1.0.HELL 1.1.HELL 1.2.HELL 1.3.HELL 1.4.HELL 1.5.HELL 1.FINAL.HELL

2.0.HEAVEN 2.1.HEAVEN 2.2.HEAVEN 2.3.HEAVEN 2.4.HEAVEN 2.FINAL.HEAVEN

3.0.HELL 3.1.HELL 3.2.HELL 3.3.HELL 3.FINAL.HELL

JUDGMENT.1.BEGINS JUDGMENT.1.PASSES

5.0.HELL 5.1.HELL 5.FINAL.HELL

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-= The Rules =-

rules stolen and adapted from SirCakes and Dannflor

General Rules

1. 1. Obey all site rules, which can be found here.
   2. Do not, under any circumstances, quote your role PMs or any other PMs sent by the moderator. Paraphrasing is okay.
   3. Do not contact other players to discuss the game outside of the game thread. This includes both PMs and offsite communication.
   4. Play to win this game, not your future games.
   5. Do not use tiny text, cryptography, invisible text, or anything of the sort. Everything you post should be public info.
   6. Do not use provable randomness. This includes dice tags.
   7. Do not impersonate the moderator.
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   8. Once you have died, you lose the ability to post. Do not make a “bah” post.
   9. When in doubt about the rules, do not hesitate to ask me for clarification.
   10. I reserve the right to change any of these rules at any time, or make any judgement irregardless of what these rules say.

Voting

1. 1. All votes and unvotes must be put in bold or with VOTE: tags. Vote tags are highly prefered.
   2. Votes made in spoilers will not be counted.
   3. Abbreviations and nicknames are acceptable, as long as I can clearly tell who it references.
   4. When a player reaches a majority of votes, that player will be judged and subsequently sent to Heaven or Hell.
   5. Judgments are compulsive and decided by plurality. At the deadline, the player with the most votes will be judged, even if less than the majority of players were voting for them. Ties will be resolved by wagon seniority.
   6. Each voting phase will last up to 7 real life days.

Activity

1. 1. You are expected to make at least one game-relevant post every 36 hours. Players who go 36 hours without posting will be prodded.
   2. If you are prodded, you have 24 hours to post in-thread. Prod dodges do not count. If you do not respond within 24 hours, you will be replaced. Additionally, if I have to prod you 3 or more times, I reserve the right to replace you at my own discretion.
   3. If you are going to be V/LA, please announce it in thread or PM me. If your V/LA will last 7 days or longer, I may be forced to replace you.

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-= The Setup =-

How it Works:

- Instead of Day and Night phases, this setup alternates between Heaven and Hell phases. The game starts with a Hell Phase.
- During the Hell Phase, the players vote to send one player to Hell. Likewise, during Heaven Phase, the players vote to send one player to Heaven.
- Alignment is revealed upon being sent to Heaven or Hell.
- When 50% or more of the living players are scum, a Judgment Day occurs. All living players lose the ability to vote. The saints (townies sent to heaven) privately vote in the Heaven PT to send a living player to Hell. If the player is town, the mafia win. If not, the game moves on to a Hell Phase.

Roles:

- 6 Vanilla Townies
- 3 Mafia Goons

Win Conditions:

- Town wins if the majority of scum (2) are sent to Hell.
- Scum wins if the majority of scum (2) are sent to Heaven --OR-- if a townie is sent to Hell during Judgment Day.

Other Setup Notes:

- Only town-aligned players gain access to the Heaven and Hell PTs.
- All scum, alive or otherwise, can talk to each other at all times in the Mafia PT.
- You may not attempt to eliminate no one. If a majority cannot be reached by the deadline, then the elimination will be determined by plurality. Ties are broken by wagon seniority.

Sample Role PMs:

Spoiler: Vanilla Townie

Welcome, Morning! You are a Vanilla Townie . You lived a life that would be considered blameless by most, aligning you with the town. Somewhere inside your group in Purgatory, there are three who led corrupt, shameful lives. In order to win, you must condemn a majority of these sinners to Hell. Purgatory may be found here. Please confirm by replying with your role and wincon.

Spoiler: Mafia Goon

Welcome, Morning! You are a Mafia Goon . You lived a sinful and impure life, aligning you with the mafia. You know the names of the two other sinners you’ll be working with: Morning and Morning. You may talk with them at any time during the game here. In order to win, you must deceive the town into sending a majority of the sinners to Heaven, or have every living sinner survive a Judgment Day. Purgatory may be found here. Please confirm by replying with your role and wincon.

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-= Introduction =-

You awaken with your face pressed against a cold, hard surface. As you lift yourself up, your head starts to ring endlessly. You find that you are seated at a wooden dinner table, set for eight— no, nine people. Some of them try to sit up. Their sluggish movements mimic your own. An enormous array of bright, shiny plates span across the length of the table. Each and every one is piled high with food. You recognize distinct appetizers, desserts, and entrees from a plethora of different nationalities. The room is small and modestly decorated. A fireplace flickers at one end, while two large doors are at the other. There is a window on either side of the fireplace, but a heavy fog prevents you from seeing outside. The others gradually start to show signs of life, but even then, they seem somehow drained of it. Their skin carries a greyish tint, and every where you look you see bleak, tired eyes. You and those with you seem.. disconnected with your surroundings, somehow out of place. The tattered rags you wear clash with the nice furniture and the mounds of glistening food piled before you. Why does everyone look so lifeless? Lifeless. It dawns on you, at last— you are dead. .. So, this must be Heaven, surely? But if that is so, why is everyone so deathly pale? Perhaps it’s motion sickness from the sudden arrival. After all, an entirely new plane of existence must take some getting used to. In any case, it’s not possible you were sent up anywhere less than Heaven. Right? screEEEeeech! The great doors open to reveal the outline of a tiny figure down a dark corridor. As they approach, you can just barely begin to make out their features. It’s a woman. Noticeably short. She dons a white, buttoned-up dress shirt with a red necktie. She emerges from the hallway, holding up a great metal dish on one arm. “So sorry for being late!” Part of her face is hidden by unkempt, long hair. Even so, she looks and sounds healthy— a sight that fills you with an immense sense of relief. She sets her plate down, completing the collection of delicacies on the table. She grins over at you with a gleam in her eye. “Come on, what are you waiting for? Dig in!” You suddenly become aware of sharp hunger pangs coming from your stomach. The aroma coming from the food is incredible. You, and those with you, give in to the girl’s command and start eating. The food lives up to the anticipation it was building, and so much more. You can scarcely believe the combination of flavours in every mouthful; each bite just begs for another. “So this is Heaven!” Someone says, still half-chewing, “It’s so much better than I imagined!” A trivial comment. Harmless. “Heaven?” the woman serving the food replies, a perplexed look across her face, “This isn’t Heaven. You’re in Purgatory.” No. In an instant, the relief you felt earlier means nothing, and the suspicions you had so desperately turned away become true. “It’s customary to serve the new arrivals a welcome meal.” Someone drops a piece of silverware. It clangs against their plate before falling off the table. “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” she says, “You’re all dead, yes. But this.. isn’t where it ends.” She sounds apologetic enough on the surface. But you notice the corner of her lip barely start to curl up in a smile. [/float][/size]

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Role PMs are being sent out. I will start the game when 8/9 players have confirmed, or in 24 hours.

9/9 players have confirmed, and the game may begin!

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“Where’d that appetite of yours go? Oh, very well.” The dishes vanish to nowhere with a small wave of her arm. She’s playing with you now, you can sense it-- any facade of pleasantry she was putting on before is all but gone. “Here’s the deal: three of you belong in Hell. Oh.. the sinful lives you held. I could go into each one in excruciating, delightful detail..” She trails off. “—Mhm! But I won’t. You see, today could be our lovely sinners' lucky day! They're getting a second chance. So long as they're willing to trample over a few innocent souls.” Someone rises from their chair, their voice just barely beginning to form words of protest. “QUIET!" Her outburst echos off the room’s walls, ringing uncomfortably in your ears long after she closes her mouth. The objector retracts back into their seat, visibly shaken. “I wasn’t finished! The blameless among you will not be powerless. Simply decide amongst yourselves on who is most deserving of Hell. Use your own discernment to find the sinners, and you'll be up in Heaven in no time. Now..” The demon takes the last empty seat at the end of the table. She leans in close; her amused gaze shifts over each and every last one of you. “Choose.”

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VC 1.0.HELL

[9] Not Voting: clidd, Cthylla, Dannflor, Isis, NorwegianboyEE, Hayasaka, word321, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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VC 1.1.HELL

[3] NorwegianboyEE: Dannflor, word321, Cthylla [1] WaltertheDunce10: Isis [1] Isis: Hayasaka [4] Not Voting: clidd, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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VC 1.2.HELL

[2] NorwegianboyEE: word321, Cthylla [2] Cthylla: Hayasaka, Dannflor [1] Isis: WaltertheDunce10 [1] Dannflor: Isis [3] Not Voting: clidd, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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VC 1.3.HELL

[2] Isis: WaltertheDunce10, Green Crayons [2] Green Crayons: Cthylla, Dannflor [1] NorwegianboyEE: word321 [1] Cthylla: Hayasaka [1] Dannflor: Isis [2] Not Voting: clidd, NorwegianboyEE With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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VC 1.4.HELL

[2] word321: clidd, WaltertheDunce10 [2] Green Crayons: Dannflor, Cthylla [1] Cthylla: Hayasaka [1] Isis: Green Crayons [1] NorwegianboyEE: word321 [1] Dannflor: Isis [1] Not Voting: NorwegianboyEE With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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@mod V/LA until Saturday afternoon

Got it!

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VC 1.5.HELL

[2] word321: clidd, Dannflor [2] Isis: Green Crayons, word321 [1] Green Crayons: Cthylla [1] Cthylla: Hayasaka [1] Dannflor: Isis [2] Not Voting: NorwegianboyEE, WaltertheDunce10 With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00)

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VC 1.FINAL.HELL

[5] word321: clidd, Dannflor, NorwegianboyEE, Isis, Cthylla [2] Isis: Green Crayons, word321 [1] Cthylla: Hayasaka [1] Not Voting: WaltertheDunce10 With 9 still with us, it takes 5 votes to condemn someone to Hell. The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color] (expired on 2020-08-19 16:00:00) [/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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The woman plays with her tie and shifts around in her chair, seemingly unaware you’ve reached a decision so soon. "ⱧɆɎ." , a sickening, eldritch horror of a voice booms throughout the room, "₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ĐɆ₵łĐɆĐ. JɄĐ₲Ɇ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₴ł₦₦ɆⱤ." The demon pokes her head up from an awkward sitting position, nearly causing her to fall out of her seat. “Wh-what? Already? Usually when I break the news that you've got to send one of your own to an eternity of suffering and anguish, there's some.. hesitation. A certain sense of denial that lingers.. something that gives you pause...” She looks up inquisitively. Every one of you point a raised, steady finger at word321. A grave look is plastered on every single face. No one is backing down now. “Oh. Very well then!” Word321 jumps from out of his seat and turns to face his accusers. “How can you all be so quick to judge? How?! Tell me!” No one answers him. You feel as the room starts to shake from all around you, the very walls and roof starting to come undone. Word321's voice gets drowned out by the great noise. The flame in the fireplace escapes from its cage and grows into a large blaze that consumes half the room. The woman approaches him from behind, placing an arm on his shoulder. “Do you have anything to say?” Everyone scrambles to get away from the fire as it engulfs everything in sight. Word321 opens his mouth to speak, but there's so much yelling and screaming, you can't make out what he's saying. The fire creeps behind Word321 and the demon, turning them into dark silhouettes that are slowly devoured by the blaze. The din seems to pause for just a moment, allowing you to hear his words clearly. “The sinners. It's every single one of you. You're projecting your own guilt onto me.” You watch, unable to move, as the tip of his hat disappears into the wall of flames. He disappears from sight, but you still hear his voice for one last time, “Curse all of you.” You barely even get the chance to digest his words before it all fades to white.

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Word321 has been condemned to an eternity in Hell. He was a Vanilla Townie . [/align]

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You hear the sound of birds. You become aware of a beautiful blue sky above you. A rainbow of tulips surrounds the edges of your vision. In spite of these pleasantries, you cannot help but replay the terrible scene of Word321's death in your mind. His defeated voice condemning you, moments before being overtaken by fire.. he did nothing to deserve that. “It’s not too late for Word321, and not too late for you. Come, now.” You turn your head. A man wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans reaches out for you to take his hand. You accept it, and he pulls you to your feet. “Do not be scared. I know all about this game you’re playing.” He smiles at you reassuringly. You decide to walk with him. As you go, you gaze upon the vast, luscious garden around you. An infinite, flowery plain goes off in one direction, while a vast treeline extends down the other. Not before long, you arrive at the centre of it all: a pure white gazebo. All of the others are already here. They seem subdued-- almost relaxed, even, but not quite fully. After what you bore witness to, no sane person could be. “I have a proposal that you may find more attractive than the last. I would like for you all to decide amongst yourselves who is the one who is most worthy of Heaven.” You aren’t sure if you can trust anyone you meet anymore. And yet.. you cannot help but be still, just in this moment. The quiet, serene landscape lulls you into a peace of mind you would have previously thought impossible. You wonder how long it will last. “I know you can do this.”

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VC 2.0.HEAVEN

[8] Not Voting: clidd, Cthylla, Dannflor, Isis, NorwegianboyEE, Hayasaka, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven.

The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color]

(expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00)

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VC 2.1.HEAVEN

[1] clidd: Isis [1] Dannflor: Hayasaka [6] Not Voting: clidd, Cthylla, Dannflor, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven.

The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color]

(expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00)

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VC 2.2.HEAVEN

[1] Green Crayons: Hayasaka [1] Dannflor: Green Crayons [1] clidd: Isis [5] Not Voting: Cthylla, Dannflor, NorwegianboyEE, WaltertheDunce10, clidd With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven.

The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color]

(expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00)

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VC 2.3.HEAVEN

[2] Green Crayons: Hayasaka, NorwegianboyEE [2] clidd: Isis, Cthylla [1] Dannflor: Green Crayons [3] Not Voting: Dannflor, WaltertheDunce10, clidd With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven.

The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color]

(expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00)

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Do not mind me.

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VC 2.4.HEAVEN

[2] Isis: NorwegianboyEE, WaltertheDunce10 [1] Green Crayons: Hayasaka [1] clidd: Cthylla [1] Hayasaka: Green Crayons [3] Not Voting: Dannflor, clidd, Isis With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven.

The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color]

(expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00)

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VC 2.FINAL.HEAVEN

[5] Hayasaka: Dannflor, clidd, Cthylla, Green Crayons, Hayasaka [2] Isis: NorwegianboyEE, WaltertheDunce10 [1] Green Crayons: Hayasaka [1] Not Voting: Isis With 8 still with us, it takes 5 votes to exalt someone to Heaven. The Heaven 2 deadline is in:[/color] (expired on 2020-08-21 15:32:00) [/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Mod Notes: Fixed wagon order.

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"You all trust me that much?" In spite of her reluctancy to the offer, her question is met with a resounding answer from the Cthulu-like creature. "ɎɆ₴, ₥Ɏ ĐɆ₳Ɽ. ₮Ⱨł₴ ł₴ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ฿Ɇ₴₮ ₣ØⱤ ₳ⱠⱠ Ø₣ Ʉ₴. " One by one, everyone else chimes in to voice their own approval. Hayasaka thinks on it for a short while, before finally coming to a decision. "Okay! Thank you for believing in me. I won't let you down." The angelic man beckons for Haysaka to follow as he exits the gazebo. "Are you ready, my child?" The angel parts the trees to reveal a pathway through the centre of the forest. He stops and waits at the entrance. "Come, now. We have quite the journey ahead of us." A great light peeks out from within the dense forest brush, bathing the garden in golden rays. Hayasaka takes her first few steps, before stopping to pause. She turns to give you all one last nervous look. She smiles faintly. "Good luck, everyone. I hope to see many of you again!" As you watch her enter into the light, a feeling of contentedness washes its way over you. Some otherworldly sense is telling you that you made the right decision this time around. Not long after, the two of them fully disappear into the heart of the forest. Hayasaka was a good person. Of that, you are certain. The light shining upon the garden suddenly overtakes your vision, forcing you down to your knees. You hear a great rumbling from all around as the very ground beneath you starts to pull away. You feel one last sensation before losing consciousness. You're falling.

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Hayasaka has ascended to an eternity in Heaven. She was a Vanilla Townie . [/align]

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The image of Hayasaka's nervous, but excited face looking back to you one last time before she departs lingers in your mind. Something to rejoice about, for a change. Your new surroundings slowly start to materialize around you, interrupting your thoughts. You are indoors. This room is much more spacious than the last but feels just as dark and empty. A lone lightbulb hangs above a large, round table at the centre of the room. The others occupy each seat at the table, save for one. You can make out the faint shape of a billiards table in the back corner. A dartboard hangs on the wall behind. You approach the others with newfound confidence and take your seat. A dozen bright lights suddenly switch on, illuminating a bar on the other side of the room. A familiar face stands behind the counter. “Welcome back, everyone! Who won the free ticket to Heaven? Smiles all around. "Hayasaka.. what a surprise.” The woman groans as she hops onto the bar counter, letting her legs dangle off the side. “Such a nice, innocent girl. On the outside, at least. Did you ever even stop to consider that she might have been playing you?” The girl shifts to an aggressive tone of voice. Visibily frustrated, she bangs on the counter with one hand. “You aren't psychologists! You only picked her because she had a pleasant face and demeanour. You would have had no idea if she was pulling one over on you.” Her words serve no purpose but to try and anger you. But they're in vain-- you aren't going to fall for it. “You're no detectives.. admit it! Prove me wrong and do it again!”

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VC 3.0.HELL

[7] Not Voting: clidd, Cthylla, Dannflor, Isis, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 7 still with us, it takes 4 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-24 16:00:00)

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I am adding a clarification to the setup rules in this post. Mafia aligned players do not gain access to Hell and Heaven PTs after being sent away, they remain in their Mafia PT. This is how the setup intends for the private threads to function.

Apologies for any confusion!

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"ɎɆ₴, ₥Ɏ ĐɆ₳Ɽ. ₮Ⱨł₴ ł₴ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ฿Ɇ₴₮ ₣ØⱤ ₳ⱠⱠ Ø₣ Ʉ₴. "

I am jealous. I want to know how you generated this text effect, MOrning

I'll pay you with 3 compliments if you tell me

hElP, Morning

PM me if required

I used this website.

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Watch out..

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..coming through.

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VC 3.1.HELL

[1] WaltertheDunce10: Cthylla [6] Not Voting: clidd, Dannflor, Isis, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 7 still with us, it takes 4 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-24 16:00:00)

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Mod Notes:

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Coming through!

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VC 3.2.HELL

[1] WaltertheDunce10: Cthylla [1] Green Crayons: NorwegianboyEE [5] Not Voting: clidd, Dannflor, Isis, Green Crayons, WaltertheDunce10 With 7 still with us, it takes 4 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

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Mod Notes:

Fixed 2.FINAL.HEAVEN wagon order.

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VC 3.3.HELL

[2] NorwegianboyEE: WaltertheDunce10, Cthylla [1] Green Crayons: NorwegianboyEE [4] Not Voting: clidd, Dannflor, Isis, Green Crayons With 7 still with us, it takes 4 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-24 16:00:00)

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VC 3.FINAL.HELL

[4] WaltertheDunce10: Isis, clidd, Dannflor, Green Crayons [2] NorwegianboyEE: WaltertheDunce10, Cthylla [1] Green Crayons: NorwegianboyEE With 7 still with us, it takes 4 votes to condemn someone to Hell. The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color] (expired on 2020-08-24 16:00:00) [/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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"So. You've all decided on me, then?" A stiff quietness falls over all of those at the table. WaltertheDunce10 looks at each and every one of you, an expectant look on his face. The girl jeers at you from her place atop the bar counter. "Well? Where's that confidence from when you arrived? What are you scared of? TELL HIM!" The silence drags on and on. The air around you feels as if it's getting hotter— and before long, you have to wipe away sweat trickling down the side of your forehead. Finally, one person puts an end to the standstill. It's Green Crayons. He manages to get a few words out in a broken, quiet voice. "I'm sorry, WaltertheDunce10." The demon stares directly at Green Crayons for a moment, with an empty, unchanging expression plastered on her face. Without warning, she bursts into maniacal laughter, falling backwards off her seat and landing with a thump on the floor behind. "It's alright. I get it. Someone had to go." The girl arises from behind the bar, a bottle and glass in hand. She lets out a long exhale and fixes her hair, before motioning for WaltertheDunce10 to come and join her at the counter. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry. These sheltered little angels seem to have forgotten the whole concept of what an evildoer looks like. And they were all so sure when they got here, too.." "So! Care for a drink?” You feel your heart sink. Why are the sinners so impossible to find? You take a long, hard look at each and every face at the table. Lips quiver, breathes come out uneven, and scared eyes dart all about the place. Three of you are deceiving us? How? "Yes, that would be good. I'll have a White Russian, thanks." As WaltertheDunce10 gets up to leave, you catch a glimpse of his face shifting, too. His mouth barely curls downward, his eyes look away dejectedly. He may hide it well, but you know that he must be feeling an overwhelming amount of hurt from the group's decision. Your eyes uncontrollably start to close on their own. You hear the girl laugh once more, before going out cold.

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WaltertheDunce10 has been condemned to an eternity in Hell. He was a Vanilla Townie . [/align]

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You awaken abruptly to dead pine needles and leaves. You're lying in a shallow dirt pirt. As you push yourself up, you're met with a blast of hot air that threatens to burn your bare, exposed skin. With a curled forearm, you try and protect your face as best you can from the incredible heat. Through the gaps between your fingers, you watch as flames crawl up the base of a tree. There's a crackling and popping of burning branches above. A thick, pervasive smoke clouds the air, clogging your nostrils with its harsh scent. There's no sign of the others. Where am I? An entire branch of the tree falls not ten feet away from where you stand, spreading the fire to the greenery covering the forest floor. From out of the flames, an older woman's voice begins to speak to you. “Your fate shall be decided in due time. Flee from this inferno.” You don't need to be told twice. You turn on your heels and run, kicking up dirt behind as you go. You duck under branches and hop over tree roots in bounding strides, all the while making sure to avoid the ever-growing wildfire. No matter how far you go, the flames are never gone from your sight. Even without taking breaks, the very best you can manage is keeping a short distance from the blaze. You don't know how long you can keep this up. “You must wait for your judgment. Pray to Heaven that you may be saved!”

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JUDGMENT.1.BEGINS

[6] Unjudged: clidd, Cthylla, Dannflor, Isis, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons With 1 saint up in Heaven, it takes 1 vote to pass judgment.

The Judgment Day 1 deadline is in: (expired on 2020-08-27 14:30:00)[/color][/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀[/table][/cell]

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Searching for a replacement for clidd.

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A decision has been made. Stand by for flip..

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DrDolittle replaces clidd, effective immediately.

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JUDGMENT.1.PASSES

[1] Condemned: Isis [5] Spared: DrDolittle, Cthylla, Dannflor, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons With 1 saint up in Heaven, it takes 1 vote to pass judgment. The Judgment Day 1 deadline is in: (expired on 2020-08-27 14:30:00)[/color][/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

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A blood-curdling scream emanates from somewhere off in the distance, stopping you dead in your tracks. Without a thought, you run straight towards the noise. You force your way through thornbushes and forest brush until you arrive at a clearing in the trees. There, you lay your eyes upon a sight that chills you to your core. It's Isis. You lock eyes with her from across the field. "Help! Help me— please!" She is barely able to get the words out as she desperately clings to the side of an ever-growing chasm that splits the clearing in two. Huge flames lick at the sides of the great abyss, threatening to come bursting out. It's as if Hell itself has opened up for Isis. Does this mean..? "Listen— listen to me! I'm innocent!" Isis struggles to call out to you whilst keeping her grip. A million thoughts race through your head, until you're interrupted by a familiar voice. "Isis, you tried to trick me. Trick all of us. I can't believe it.. but it's over, now." Hayasaka! "If you can hear me, Isis.. I forgive you." The earth beneath you starts to rumble and shake. An intense quake throws you off your feet, causing you to land face-first into the ground. You hear Isis scream once more, but when you look up, she's disappeared from the side of the chasm. As the rift slowly starts to close in on itself, the reality of it all starts closing in on you. Isis.. she couldn't have been... No. You've no reason to distrust Hayasaka. She was a dirty sinner! “Judgment has been passed down. You may continue your game.” In an instant, the wildfire recedes. The adrenaline wears off, and you collapse in a heap. You continue to lie there in the field of Isis' grave, waiting for whatever comes next.

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The Saints above have found Isis guilty. She was a Mafia Goon . [/align]

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You sit sprawled out over a cold, concrete floor at the edge of a cellar. You stare idly at an array of wooden wine barrels stacked up in front of you.

“Hell-ooohh? Anyone home?”

The same girl as always moves in the way of your vision, snapping her fingers. You ignore her and instead shift your gaze to the cellar window. Daylight shines through, lighting up this side of the room.

Isis was never out to be your friend. She wasn't a good person. All that mattered was manipulating your feelings in order to benefit herself. And it worked. You struggle to find the strength to believe it. The more you think upon it, the more you realize it's easier to just omit her from memory entirely.

“Well, whatever. You all know the drill. I'll be back soon.”

The demon turns and opens a wooden door on the back basement wall. You cannot make out what's inside as she quickly exits with a slam of the door.

You're so tired. But you've got to carry on. You owe it to word321 and WaltertheDunce. Though your legs ache, you painstakingly push yourself up to your feet.

Now.. who else is out to betray you?

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VC 5.0.HELL

[5] Not Voting: DrDolittle, Cthylla, Dannflor, NorwegianboyEE, Green Crayons With 5 still with us, it takes 3 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color]

(expired on 2020-08-27 20:10:00)

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VC 5.1.HELL

[1] NorwegianboyEE: Dannflor [1] Cthylla: Green Crayons [3] Not Voting: DrDolittle, Cthylla, NorwegianboyEE With 5 still with us, it takes 3 votes to condemn someone to Hell.

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VC 5.FINAL.HELL

[3] NorwegianboyEE: Dannflor, DrDolittle, Cthylla [1] Cthylla: Green Crayons [1] Not Voting: NorwegianboyEE With 5 still with us, it takes 3 votes to condemn someone to Hell. The Hell 1 deadline is in: [/color] (expired on 2020-08-27 20:10:00) [/b]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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"Me? You can't be serious! Isis and I— we barely even knew each other! Come on, guys.." NorwegianboyEE jumps to his feet and desperately tries to plead his case. Not a single accuser relents. "ɎØɄⱤ ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮ ł₴ ₴Ɇ₮ ł₦ Đ₳Ɽ₭₦Ɇ₴₴, ₦ØⱤ₩Ɇ₲ł₳₦฿ØɎɆɆ. ł ₵₳₦ ₴ɆɆ ł₮ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₥Ɏ ₥₳₦Ɏ ɆɎɆ₴." "Yeah, what it said. It's over, dude." "And besides. We all saw you and Isis whispering and giggling to each other from underneath the table earlier. It wasn't exactly subtle." The door at the end of the room flies open. The demon emerges from out of a long, dark hallway. She drags two people behind her by their shirt collars. Word321! WaltertheDunce10! “The jig is up, I'm afraid.." She stops to take a long sigh, before letting go of the two she has in tow with her. They land on the stone floor with a hard thud, but aside from a potential concussion, they seem to be perfectly unharmed. You're overjoyed they don't have to pay for your mistakes. "This can't be right! You said we'd be able to take their places!" NorwegianboyEE cries out and tries to run. A pair of shackles shoot out of the hallway, clasping onto his ankles and stopping him dead in his tracks. He lets out one final scream as he is yanked away into the darkness. Not shred of pity shows up on anyone's faces. That is, except for Green Crayons. He is noticeably perturbed by NorwegianboyEE's sudden exit. "Uhh, yeah. That won't be necessary." He follows suit to NorwegianboyEE and walks into the dungeon of his own accord. The demon girl follows, but not before turning around and locking eyes with you directly. “You're lucky Hayasaka was on your side. Have a nice time up there, now." She gives you one, final indignant stare, before slamming the door shut. It's over? Is it really over? "Yes, child. It is time for you to get out of this cursed place." A bright light forms in the centre of the room, engulfing the entire basement with its heavenly glow. You recognize the angel from what feels like an eternity ago materialize right in front of you. You take a moment to look over at all your friends, both those who have were recently returned, and those who had to endure the entirety of this madness with you. You feel an overwhelming sense of closure wash down over you. The man beckons for you to come. "Are you ready?"

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NorwegianboyEE has been condemned to an eternity in Hell. He was a Mafia Goon[/b] . [/align] Green Crayons has surrendered. He was a Mafia Goon[/b] . [/align][/b]

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GAME OVER

You take your first step towards the angel and into the light. You watch in awe as the cellar slowly morphs into a great, white expanse. One by one, objects start to form from out of the light and into your new surroundings. You stand before an iron gate in the centre of a dirt path. Beautiful red, pink, and orange coloured trees line either side of the road. It is entirely quiet here, save for the small rustling of leaves overhead. There is no opulent palace, or any roads paved with gold. And it is perfectly beautiful nonetheless. You tear your gaze away from the mesmerizing environment for long enough to spot someone far off down the path and beyond the gate. Hayasaka! She smiles and waves at you excitely. You get the sense you'll joining her, soon. Congratulations to the Town — DrDolittle, Cthylla, Dannflor, Hayasaka, word321, and WaltertheDunce10 — for winning Open 790: Purgatory![/color]

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Mod, Hell, and Heaven PTs have been released!

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Huge thanks to Wooper for being my co mod. He was always there to answer my questions when I needed help and generally made me have a much better time while modding (^ω^)

I thought the mafia played rather well early on, it's a shame they didn't get anything to show for it. I agree the setup feels pretty townsided, but I just had to mod this one because I was absolutely enamoured with Dannflors run of the setup. Seriously the flavour in his is sick

Town had really precise reads and while some of it stemmed from how mafia were forced to play due to the setup, I still find them extremely impressive. In particular, Cthylla's early page 5 call out of the entire team from their interactions seeming fake, as well as Hayasaka having trouble deciding on which member of the mafia to condemn while in Heaven both took me aback lol

the flavour was fun i hope it was worth delaying some of the flips (sorry about that!! you all started to outpace me really quickly). You also had a tendency to hammer while i was asleep. my bad!!

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Mafia PT has been released!