"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Cool thing about my time zone is that when I wake up, there's plenty to read~
I didn't get any message about a switch but Ellowyn, if you really saved me, thank you!!
Which leads me to my next point. This is my first ever mafia game. If I was targeted on N1, then someone isn't honouring the gentlemen's agreement and that is just plain uncool.
Ushaara, I love the creativity and thinking outside the box, but I'm Town. With Melali reminding us all with cold hard facts about how important the next phase is for town, I'll do whatever I can to prove I'm a goodie so we can focus on the actual killers. Let's win this.
I'm really worried that we've become completely sidetracked from the main suspects, the Lusternians, and without lynching one we have no new information for the next day phase...
But we've gotta make a move. So if Rolsand is the killer, awesome. If not, no loss. Vote Rolsand .
We'll have 48 hours to put in our night roles, so Act Carefully. I can only hope that the Mafia act within our predictions, so that we can come out ahead of this.
As a reminder, we have 12 people right now, 2/3 Mafia and 1 Serial Killer for sure. (Assuming that we started with 4 total Mafia) If Rolsand is the Serial Killer, then we have 8 Town and 3 Mafia, which will go down to 7 Town and 3 Mafia by sunrise. If Rolsand is Town, we'll have 7 Town, 3 Mafia, and 1 SK, which will likely go down to 5 Town, 3 Mafia, and 1 SK by sunrise. In other words, if Rolsand isn't the Serial Killer, don't vigilante kill unless you're entirely sure.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Aaaand Celina responds to my message like 30 seconds after I post that. So Cyndarin is in. Night start will be up in however long it takes to build the most suspense/anticipation possible.
A man claiming to be Pamela Winchell, Director of Emergency Press Conferences and former mayor of Night Vale, held an emergency press conference earlier today. With no way to determine for sure which people in the city are reporters and which aren't, and also because there was no way to validate this man's claimed identity, the press conference was mostly just a gathering in the parking lot of the Moonlight All-Night diner. The presumptive Pamela Winchell stood on a car at the edge of the parking lot in order to address the gathered citizens.
He opened the address by standing on one leg and exhibiting his incredible flexibility by bringing the opposite foot up and over his head, leaving it to rest on the back of his neck. Next, he tilted back and looked up into the sky, humming a dischordant tune. The sound was quiet, but was nonetheless audible over the din of the crowd. The faces of those few people present possessing perfect pitch betrayed their less-than-flattering opinions of the Director's musical prowess.
Pamela then looked back down at his audience, locking gazes with each person in attendance for a full ten seconds. Due to the numbers present, this took quite a while. He did not blink once during this process.
After making the last person incredibly uncomfortable with his piercing stare, Pamela began to speak. "We, and everything in the universe, are all made up of the four classical elements," he said. "As you all learned in third grade, these are dirt, electricity, spiders, and ennui." After this statement, which didn't really even need to be said since we did all actually learn this in third grade, Pamela was silent for the rest of the press conference. He just stood atop the car with his head bowed for the next two hours. The address finally ended when she sank down through the roof of the vehicle, hotwired it, and drove off towards Downtown.
And now, the Children's Fun-Fact Science Corner!
Fish are strange creatures. We, obviously, cannot trust any creature that does not breathe the same air as us. What, do they think they're better than us? Are they all swimming around in their lakes and oceans perpetuating offensive stereotypes about humans and other terrestrial animals? "Hur, look at me! I'm a dumb landwalker who can't even breathe underwater! I'm so poorly evolved that I'll die if I spend too much time in the most abundant biome on all of the earth!" they probably say while puffing out their cheeks and waving their fins about frantically. This is because fish are secretely incredibly insecure about their own inability to breathe outside the water. They would like nothing more than to be able to practice astronomy and sail amongst the stars, but transporting the necessary water needed for living spaces via rocket is much too difficult, and so fish will assuage their unfulfilled yearning by putting down those capable of actually reaching for their dreams.
This has been the Children's Fun-Fact Science Corner.
This evening, much of the city gathered to discuss the menace posed by the invaders that were summoned into Night Vale three days ago.
Standing near, but not too near, the municipal dog park, the citizens of Night Vale launched into furious discussion, attempting to discern the motives, identities, and dispositions of these interlopers. Several of these strange people came forward and revealed their origins, claiming that while they were somehow dragged from their world into ours unwillingly, they held no ill will towards Night Vale and had not, and would not, harm anyone. Some of them even mentioned how the city reminded them of their home, citing our bloodstone circles and other sundry items. Which, I mean, of course those should remind someone of home; can you imagine living without bloodstone circles? How terrifying a concept. But I digress.
"Well, we have to learn more about these people. What if they really are all out to get us? Let's just sacrifice one of them in veneration to me and see what happens," the the Glow Cloud pouted at one point, still seemingly upset at being stuck in the silly teenage body it had found itself. There was much agreement from the crowd, but not everyone was in perfect agreement. Someone from Night Vale could be helping them, the argument went. There was ample time to debate and decide, of course.
And so many made known their true identities, or at least claimed some identity, with pressure being placed on those reticent few to follow suit. We of course have no way of verifying any of this via any straightforward, non-violent method, but for the time being many of the citizens were content with the knowledge they'd gained.
"What about you?" someone asked, directing the question towards the person bearing the name Rolsand.
"What about me what?"
"Who are you?"
"Huh? Oh, you want to know who I am?"
"...yes."
"Oh. Well, uh, I'm Steve Carlsburg. But I don't really listen to the radio all that much so I'm not sure what's going on all the time."
At this, everyone turned and stared daggers at the presumptive Steve. Ugh, Steve Carlsburg.
"Well, if he's not paying attention, he's not helping us, and for all we know he could be helping take over the town! Let's get him!" someone said. A chorus of agreement filled the air.
As much as I despise the man, though, as the tide turned against him, I felt a pang of regret. Steve, after all, is the stepfather of my niece, Janice. He loves her more than anything, and she loves him. Would I really stand by and let Night Vale take from Janice the man, bumbling through he may be, who works so hard to give her the best life he possibly can? No, I decided. I would convince Night Vale to leave him unharmed, for the sake of Janice. If it were to turn out that he were indeed working against the city, then we would deal with that later, when we knew for sure.
However, as I prepared to segue my broadcast to the defense of Steve Carlsburg, a loud creak pierced the air. The doors set into the fortified walls of the dog park opened. A group of hooded figured emerged, and walked straight towards the crowd. As they approached, a loud static crackling subsumed all other sound. Filled with terror and uncertainty, the gathered people froze and watched. The hooded figured approached Rolsand and surrounded him. Without touching him, but making it quite clear that this was not something he had a choice in, they began leading Rolsand back to the gates of the forbidden dog park. As they walked, the enchantment that defined Rolsand began fading, and the true identity of the person behind it was revealed.
It was not Steve Carlsburg at all. I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved, because it meant my dear niece would not lose her stepfather this day. Disappointed because that meant Steve Carlsburg was still in Night Vale somewhere, and is there really anything worse than that?
It was not Steve Carlsburg being lead into the dog park. No, it was Leann Hart, editor of the Night Vale Daily Journal, who had been taken.
Now we are left with yet more questions. We know so very little about these people from... what's the name here? "Lust Hernia"? That, well, that certainly sounds painful. So, we know so very little about these people from Lust Hernia, and as night falls over Night Vale, we find ourselves unable to learn any more until morning come around. What acts will be revealed in the morning, committed under obscuring darkness of uncertainty? Only time will tell, I suppose. I hope what we see with the dawn is not yet more horrors ripping our community apart.
As an editor for the Night Vale Daily Journal, your livelihood is inextricably bound to the success of professional print media. Alas, this burgeoning digital age, with its innumerable online news blogs and amateur reporters, has had a great negative impact on the Journal's market share. Even the Journal's compulsory Imagination Edition has failed to lead to a fiscal recovery, and the Journal's attempts to dissuade news bloggers by attacking them with hatchets has likewise been unsuccessful. Now, driven to the brink, you've come to the decision that the mere creation of digital news media is not the true issue, but rather those who consume it. In this day and age, there is not a person in Night Vale who does not seek news blogs in order to keep up on current events, and so you've decided that anyone and everyone must feel the wrath of your hatchets.
Each night, you may activate the following power:
SerialKiller: You may target another player, killing them.
You win when all other players have been eliminated, or there is nothing that can stop this from happening.
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I didn't get any message about a switch but Ellowyn, if you really saved me, thank you!!
Which leads me to my next point. This is my first ever mafia game. If I was targeted on N1, then someone isn't honouring the gentlemen's agreement and that is just plain uncool.
Ushaara, I love the creativity and thinking outside the box, but I'm Town. With Melali reminding us all with cold hard facts about how important the next phase is for town, I'll do whatever I can to prove I'm a goodie so we can focus on the actual killers. Let's win this.
I'm really worried that we've become completely sidetracked from the main suspects, the Lusternians, and without lynching one we have no new information for the next day phase...
But we've gotta make a move. So if Rolsand is the killer, awesome. If not, no loss. Vote Rolsand .
Discussion is fine, but no votes or daypowers.