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[Socrates]

Raya36 and Ibuki

Hilarious. This means that Albert gets NK'ed. What a crazy fluke!

[Socrates]

So final action list:

Albert hides behind raya --> fails
PMysterious investigates Ibuki
Dreal cop Bins --> Guilty
Hopkirk protect Bins --> failed, drained
Ghostly Penguin gives cookies to Joey --> success! They are delicious.
Dunkerdoodle watches Mutant --> sees Bins
Bins gives cop to Mutant --> Success
Mutant kills Joey --> Success
Ibuki ---> no action

Mafia kills Albert --> (failed hide) --> success!

[Socrates]

Night one Result PMs:

Drealmerz7

There is no doubt. Everything points to one conclusion: GUILTY!

Raya

You lay in your bed, this night no different from any other night. The ceiling has no answers, but neither do the back of your eyelids.

Useless.

What a terrifying word.

Nobody wants to be useless.

A flash of light out your window draws your attention. You turn to look, but the aura bowls into you before you even put a foot down.

Warmth.

Comfort.

Power.

Someone else's.

That's what this is. This is someone else's power, not yours. This does not make

you

special. This does not make

you

important. You will not be a mere vessel for someone else's destiny. That is not what you want.

And in but a moment, the warmth is expelled from your body. You're not quite sure how you did it, but

you

did it, and that feels immediately more gratifying that anything that light could have given you.

PMysterious

Your need to See the TRUTH of others wells up inside of you, and without proper direction, it casts about to someone unknown:

When your cousin Smorlock quit the police force and moved in with you — “to get away from all the people,” they said — it sounded like a good idea at the time. A fun adventure! They surely had many wonderful stories to tell about life in the big city.

But it turns out when they said they wanted to get away from “all the people,” they meant ALL people. You interacted on the day they moved in, but since then, they’ve been like some kind of weird ghost. You rarely see them coming or going from the house, you never talk, and you have no idea what they even do all day! You wonder if you could even recognize their face in a lineup. It’s getting kind of worrisome, frankly.

At least you get to split the rent.

Once, you may attempt to follow Smorlock for an evening. You’ve not the sneaky sort and have never done this kind of thing before, so you’re not sure how it will go.

You win with the town.

Mod notes:
*learns Smorlock’s identity, but roleblocks them for that night.
*if targeted by TRUST, will learn Smorlock’s alignment.
*if targeted by TRUTH, will learn that something is wrong with Smorlock, but not exactly what.

Ibuki

It's... off.

There's something... wrong with Smorlock.

The thought nags at you.

Is it the way he moves? Is it the way he looks at people? Is it his bizarre secretiveness? You can't tell. But every time the thought circles around, one thing becomes more firm in your mind: something is amiss.

Ghostly

As day finally drifts into night, your cackles of excitement only grow louder. You approach your hapless victim's door and give it a good knock.

Nothing.

You knock again.

Don't say that they aren't hom--

A quiet rumble.

Yes, someone's coming!

You hear the door knob turn and shout before the door even starts to move.

"SURPRISE!"

Joey_ stares at you, slack jawed.

You realize you are all but shoving the basket of cookies into his face and pull back to a more dignified pose, then you have a second go at presenting the cookies.

"Would you like some?"

A few hours pass and you are on your way home, having shared some very special cookies with a very special neighbor.

Job well done.

Dunkerdoodle

Scouting out Mutant's home, you see:

Bins

Mutant

You find a surprise on your doorstep this morning. A curious tool that will empower you to perform the following:

-Investigate another player and learn their alignment

You may use this in addition to your normal night action, but you can only use it once.

Hopkirk

You stay up all night, watching vigil.

Nothing.

In a way, this is the worst possible outcome.

It took every ounce of your courage to act, and every ounce of your energy to stand your ground.

And nothing.

You are tired.

You will need to take a break for a night before trying something like that again.

[Socrates]

Morning post:

It was a startling morning, for many. For others, they would perhaps describe it as something much worse.

On top of the altar laid another body, disturbingly similar to the first. Albert B. Rampage, this time. Interestingly, the similarities serve to highlight the differences between him and the previous victim. Albert wasn't human. His body wasn't decaying, but more dissolving. Something much closer to the way mozamis died than the way Socrates did.

Well, good thing it's already been concluded that only evil things die like that.

Albert B. Rampage, TRUST, has been killed.

But lo, that was not the ONLY mysteriously enshrined corpse you find this morning.

In the shadow of a large pine tree in the corner of town, you find the body of Joey_, his head entirely submerged in soil. Signs of struggle imply that Joey was still alive as his assailant buried him, suffocating on the taste of dirt. Planted in this fresh soil are dozens of dandelions. Symbolism.

Joey_, Job hunter, has been killed.

[Aristophanes]

That's awfully nice! I'm usually a dick when kills aren't formalized

[Socrates]

If you start with the number 1, and then start plotting sequential integers (1, 2, 3) in a square spiral -- like so:



prime numbers have a curious tendency to cluster along diagonal lines rotated 45 degrees from the orientation of the spiral.

This loose pattern is called Ulam's Spiral.



When I look at the above image and unfocus my eyes, my brain bifurcates the spiral into 4 quadrants. I suspect this is due to continuous use of Cartesian Coordinate graphs throughout my education.

Word of the day: Apophenia

The tendency to perceive meaning in patterns formed within random, unrelated data.

[Socrates]

Night 2 actions as of this moment:

Bins: Doc to Fern
Mutant: Kill Ibuki
Mutant: Investigate Drealmerz
Ibuki: Follow Dreal
Ghostly Penguin: Give cookie to UC Voyager
Dunker: Watch Bins
Dreal: Investigate Mutant

Mafia:
UCV ninja-kills Bins
Fern Investigates Ghostly Penguin

[Socrates]

Night PMs:

Mutant's cop

Town

Ibuki

You didn't get far.
About three blocks, to be exact.

"Who's there!?" Your cousin shouts straight in your direction. The way he jolted, you'd think he'd heard a gunshot, not a misplaced foot.

With a sigh, you kick the branch away and walk out. "Hey, Smorlock."

"Smorlock?" your cousin cocks an eyebrow.

"Hmm? Yeah. Don't you remember?"

Blank face.

"When we were kids? Every Summer for, like, four years?"

Even blanker.

He really didn't remember! "You were Smorlock Polmes and I was your trusty sidekick, Botson! We would wander around town and pretend to solve mysteries?"

"That... That was decades ago!"

"Only two!" you protest. "and they were good days," you add quietly.

His eyes go to the ground, but his gaze turns inwards. Nostalgia.

"That was such a dumb name," he mutters.

"It was cute,

Drealmerz

."

His gaze hardens, still pointed down. "What are you doing out here,

Ibuki

?"

"I'd ask you the same! You're the one who disappears into the shadows every night."

He seems pierced by the suggestion. "I'm helping," he says, "I'm doing my part."

"Helping with what? What part are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Smorlock suddenly bolts past you into the bush.

"Hey, wait!" you start to follow, already knowing you weren't going to catch him.

Drealmerz

You're barely out your front door before you notice. A sinister gaze burns into the back of your head. You're being followed.

Your initial plan was to keep your cool and pretend not to notice, but you hear a crack behind you and speak without thinking. "Who's there?"

You hear a sigh, and then see your cousin emerge from the bushes. "Hey, Smorlock," she says, kicking at the broken branch.

"Smorlock?" you cock an eyebrow.

She follows suit. "Hmm? Yeah. Don't you remember?"

Pure confusion.

"When we were kids? Every Summer for, like, four years?"

You were a kid, once?

"You were Smorlock Polmes and I was your trusty sidekick, Botson! We would wander around town and pretend to solve mysteries?"

Oh. Oh! "That was decades ago!"

"Only two!" she protests. "They were good days," she adds quietly.

Your eyes go to the ground, but your vision turns inwards. Nostalgia. "That was such a dumb name," you mutter. So corny.

"It was cute,

Drealmerz

."

Hearing your real name brings you back into the real world. "What are you doing out here,

Ibuki

?"

"I'd ask you the same! You're the one who disappears into the shadows every night."

You hesitate. What do you tell her? You couldn't trust her. She was the one following you, and if she had her druthers, you'd be none the wiser. "...I'm helping." You say. "I'm doing my part."

"Helping with what? What part are you doing?"

"Shut up!" your fists clench, and you realize you have started running.

"Hey, wait!" you hear her following.

You're not going to get anything done tonight.

Fern

You find a surprise on your doorstep this morning. A curious tool that will empower you to do the following:

Protect another player from any killing action

You may use it in addition to your normal night action, but you may only use it once and it will only last for one night.

Fern

You turn your gaze upon Ghostly Penguin, their true self laid bare before you:

Gawd, everyone in this town is such a freaking downer. They’re all so serious, so somber, that they strangle the joy out of the world with their mere presence. There can be enough beauty in but a single flower to satisfy, if they simply took a moment to truly look at it. To study its details, feel its textures, smell its scents. But they won’t do it! GAWD!

And that was before the murders started.

Well, you are just going to have to start doing something about this. “Be the change you want in the world,” said that one guy. The famous one. Had an eating disorder or something? Whatever.

Each night, you are going to start surprising your neighbors with a batch of your special cookies to brighten their day! What makes your cookies so special? Why, they are made with your secret special ingredient, of course! And what is that ingredient? Joy! Gawd, the look on their faces… It’s going to be great!

You win with the town.

*Mod notes: Will learn if a player has left their house for the night. If the player is home, they will share cookies. (The other player will know this happens).
*If empowered by TRUST and no one is home, will be redirected to another player with the same target.
*If targeted by TRUTH, will become a poisoner. (Other player will receive same message as if they were normal cookies)

Dunkerdoodles

Scouting out Bins' home, you see:

No one.

UC Voyager

You return from your night's escapade, then notice a dull ache coming from your main hand. You look down and notice you are still holding the sword, clutched tightly in your fist.

Your fingers fail to respond, and you have to awkwardly pry them off of the sword with your off hand. You separate the handle from your palm and the feel of open air stabs painfully into the exposed skin.

Looking at your hand, you see a thick black burn streaked across your palm.

Ghostly

You pound on UC Voyager's door for a solid ten minutes before giving up.

Nobody's home.

A feeling of gloom comes over you, and you turn back.

What's the point of all this?

Ghostly 2

FUTILITY.

CYNICISM.

OPPORTUNITY.

Ghostly 3

Gawd, everyone in this town is such a freaking downer. They’re all so serious, so somber, that they strangle the joy out of the world with their mere presence. There can be enough beauty in but a single flower to satisfy, if they simply took a moment to truly look at it. To study its details, feel its textures, smell its scents. But they won’t do it! GAWD!

And that was

before

the murders started.

Well, you are just going to have to start doing something about this. “Be the change you want in the world,” said that one guy. The famous one. Had an eating disorder or something? Whatever.

Each night, you are going to start surprising your neighbors with a batch of your special cookies to brighten their day! What makes your cookies so special? Why, they are made with your secret special ingredient, of course! And what is that ingredient? Cyanide! Gawd, the look on their faces… It’s going to be great!

You win with the town.

[Socrates]

Day 3 dawns

It is a cold morning. The village feels... small.

The offering today: Bins.

World renowned as a tinkerer and a toysmith, many people assumed that it was merely a matter of time before she created something revolutionary or, at the very least, profitable.

This fate is somewhat less grandiose, though still fantastical. She lays upon the altar, that telltale rift across her chest marking three.

Bins, Inventor, has been killed.

And it would appear that Ibuki received a flower delivery in the night. Roses! And, golly, they had gone ahead and planted them in her yard. One for each of her missing body parts. How cute.

Ibuki Meowda, Smorlock's Cousin, has been killed.