Spending Their Inheritance:
DrippingGoofball
DoctorJimmy
Near
Lowell
farside22
Erratus Apathos
Greasy Spot
You thought you might be happy today. You haven’t seen most of your brothers since childhood if at all. Your father’s passing brought you all together. Granted it was over money, but it seemed like some good could come of it.
You’re from a family that never really knew their parents or each other for that matter. At the age of seven you were sent to boarding school, and never saw your family again. Pappy set you up with a generous trust fund, enough to live off comfortably without working, but you only had contact with an anonymous accountant your whole adult life. A couple of your brothers did manage to track you down, the one’s you knew of before going off to boarding school. From what you could surmise there were seven of you. From a couple jumbled Christmas cards over the years you recalled that exactly two of your siblings worked as a Police Officer, Doctor, School Crossing Guard, or worked down at the paper mill.
It didn’t seem that knowledge would ever be useful. But then you didn’t expect to be in a room with a dead guy today. He said he was your uncle Theo. He’d been reading boring lawyerese for the last hour when the lights suddenly went out. After hearing a struggle and some horrible gurgling sounds, the old man in the suit was dead. Checking the doors and windows revealed they are locked from the outside. Inspection of the will in Uncle Theo’s hands revealed a thick wad of blank paper. Something strange is happening today.
A voice then comes out of an intercom. “Damn it I knew you kids were no good. I’m glad I paid that hobo to sit in with you animals. I’m your Uncle Theo. Your Father knew that exactly two of you were evil and would do anything to get your hands on his money, that’s why you were all sent away as children. I’m tired of talking, here’s your father.”
A TV comes out of the wall, and old vaguely familiar man begins to speak.
Pappy wrote:Hello my children. If you are watching this that means that I have died. I was a very rich man, and you are the sole heirs to my fortune. However, I know that two of you would do anything to keep the money all to yourselves. So I have devised a test to see who deserves my money more, those with the most desire, or those with the purer hearts. Each day you will choose democratically amongst yourselves who will…be removed from the room. Your Uncle Theo will inform you whether or not that person was good or evil. And we will repeat the process until only one group remains. Whichever group makes it to the end of the process will get to split the inheritance amongst themselves. Will Good triumph over Evil? I wish I were still around to find out.
The TV zaps off and the wall engulfs it suddenly. A scoreboard drops from the ceiling. It reads Home: 5 Away: 2. All of your names are listed, but not illuminated with four blank light bulbs to the right of each name. A clock reads 21:00:00. Over the intercom, Theo barks “you have exactly 21 hours. You’d best get to work.” The clock begins its descent.
Exactly 2 of:
Exactly 3 of:Evil Son wrote:You are an Evil Son with XXXX. You may talk with your partner, and kill a single player total each night. Have one person PM me the name of the player you wish to kill and which of you would like to make the kill. If noone is indicated as performing the kill, I will assume the person sending me the PM wishes to do so.
You win when the only living players are Evil Sons, or nothing can prevent the same.
Exactly 2 of the Following 4 without duplicates:Good Son wrote:You are a Good Son. You have no powers except for your vote.
You win when all Evil Sons have been eliminated.
Cop wrote:You are the Cop. Each Night send me a player's name and I will tell you if they are aligned with the Good Sons or the Evil Sons.
You win when all Evil Sons have been eliminated.
Doctor wrote:You are the Doctor. Each night send me a player's name and they will be protected from the Evil Sons for that night. You cannot protect yourself.
You win when all Evil Sons have been eliminated.
Roleblocker wrote:You are the Roleblocker. Each night send me a player's name who you wish to roleblock and they will not be able to perform their night action/kill.
You win when all Evil Sons have been eliminated.
Miller wrote:You are the Miller. You have no powers except for your vote, and worse yet you will appear to be an Evil Son if investigated by the Cop. That's what you get for spending all of your time at the Mill.
You win when all Evil Sons have been eliminated.
The Rules (borrowed from vollkan borrowed from JordanA24 etc. with some alterations):
1: This is a game, have fun.
2: Please bold your votes. For example,
3: If you wish to change your vote, bold an unvote before casting your new vote. For example,
4: Lynching will require a majority of the votes. You may
5: If you get lynched or killed, you are dead. A single “Bah” post with NO other content is allowed.
6: Any questions, concerns, desires for me to prod, whatever PM me for best results.
7: Never quote anything that I PM to you.
8: Treat this game as a commitment and be considerate of me and your fellow players.
9: No small or invisible text, editing of your posts, codes, etc.
10: Do not discuss this game outside the thread at any time, except if and when your role specifically allows you to do so.
11: You must confirm your role to me by PM.
12: If you do not post for 3 days without notifying me that you will be away, you will be prodded. Not posting within 48 hours of the prod or getting prodded more than 3 times may result in replacement.
13: Each day will have an automatic deadline of 3*(number of players) days or 14 days, whichever is longer. I may extend it in very special circumstances.
14: If a majority is not reached by
15:
15.5: I am usually not around over weekends. If something should come up over this time please be patient. I will alter deadlines in favor of extension should they be scheduled to fall on a weekend.