(09-13-2018, 09:36 PM)x1372 Wrote: »My current theory is that the game did have an amnesiac (possibly LQ's target) who got to murder a player night 1 and assume their role. If that's the case, Pharmacy's tracker role may indeed still be something the scum team has access to, with a different player having taken that role. This could potentially explain Airey's tunnelling on Solaris for shooting them. If that IS the case, then there's at least one member of the current scum team who the day 1 conversation and votals won't help us pin down.

(09-13-2018, 11:59 PM)Palamedes Wrote: »I'm more than happy to swap to lynch Sai but I'm just not certain it's going to happen?

Night Three: Founder's Demise

Following Airey’s shark feeding, the Assembly quickly settles on two other individuals as prime suspects of being his co-conspirators. The argument of who out of Sai and Not The Author to lynch is hotly contested, but in the end Sai’s greater contributions to the debate and Not The Author’s combative stance sealed the latter’s fate.

As he was forcibly dragged up to the railgun by the mob, Not The Author was defiant and uncooperative, and it took several Assembly members’ efforts to wrangle him into the RAILGUN CHAMBER.

“Fuck all of you and your cowardly, hypocritical, short-sighted decisions. I was going to change the world, all of humanity, for the better! You’ve doomed my efforts, and thereby set us all back a good century. I hope you’re fucking satisfied, you thoughtless, bloodthirsty mob. AND FURTHERMO-”

The RAILGUN CHAMBER clangs shut, muffling the rest of his ranting to an indistinguishable buzz. TehPilot stands over the button, glancing around for approval before doing their duty.

WHAM

Shortly thereafter, the Admin Core’s display lights up green once again.

Stock Photo Pending File Photo Retrieval

Not The Author was Dr. Lucian Julius Mandragora, SCIENTIST EXTRAORDINAIRE AND MONOMIN FOUNDER.

As one of Monomin’s founding members, Dr. Mandragora’s pioneering vision and relentless drive to expand the boundaries of human knowledge was the impetus that drove Monomin far beyond mere military hardware development and industrial research. Several ethical… missteps had led to his not-entirely-voluntary recruitment, but he’d made the most of the situation, leading Monomin to be the premier research institution in the world.

While administrative duties took up some time—too much time—he also found space to pursue his own research interests, chief among them the technology he perceived to have the single greatest utility to the future of humanity: quantum entaglement and the possibility of faster-than-light communications. He was about a year into a groundbreaking project when the INCIDENT began, and it constituted an unacceptable interruption to his vital work. Thankfully for Lucian, his private lab was directly connected to the Admin core – all he had to do was come up with distractions that would allow him to sneak into his lab during the night to get some actual work done. It wouldn’t do to allow these nefarious INFILTRATORS knowledge of or—science forbid—access to his research.

Not the Author’s role action was called RELEASE THE KRAKEN. Each night he could INVENT BONUS NIGHT FLAVOR that would appear during (and influence all night action flavor during) the following night.

As a MONOMIN FOUNDER and COMMITTED SCIENTIST (who hated this distraction from his own work) he was aligned with the MONOMIN RESEARCH FACILITY STAFF and would have won when they defeated the INFILTRATORS and any other threats to Monomin, thereby ending the INCIDENT.

The Assembly, dumbfounded that that had been the famed and famously reclusive Dr. Mandragora, retreats to their quarters once more.

Day Four: LOST AND FOUND ELECTION BONANZA

Thunderous ribbiting aside, dawn over Monomin is a mostly peaceful affair. Members of the Assembly wake up, stretch their arms, head towards the Admin Core through a thin pool of blood, the usual.

Unfortunately for Sai, this is soon followed by the unusual.

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

Gunshots ring out in Monomin’s halls, and by the time the first Assembly participants make it to their source, they’re too late. Sai’s corpse lies facedown in a pool of their and don’t-ask-where-all-of-it-came-from-mystery blood.

Shell casings are brushed aside and it’s quickly (if gingerly, because of all the blood) carried to the Admin Core’s BODY IDENTIFICATION CHUTE, which duly spits out some results.

Sai was Elissa, TELEPORTATION RESEARCH FANATIC.

She had dedicated her entire life to solving one scientific conundrum: that of TELEPORTATION. Ever since she first saw people ‘beaming’ on and off planets on tv as a child in the rural Midwest, her dream had been to make that fiction a reality. So obsessed was she with that dream that she’d discarded her last name at the age of 14 – once she was done, no-one would need to look up her last name to know who she was!

Her precocious nature and singular devotion caused her a troubled youth, yet she still managed to graduate from high school two years early. Academia didn’t suit her, and unorthodox reclamation methods to fuel her research made sure she never got her PhD.

One particular research trip ended with her standing in state court for Grand Larceny, Involuntary Manslaughter and an Attempt to Abduct a Household Pet. Despite her protestations that Governor Dang Ron Paul’s poodle would have wanted to become world famous as the FIRST TELEPORTING DOG and that she was sorry about dropping a toolbox on his parakeet’s bodyguard, the judge didn’t quite see it her way. Having turned 18 the previous week didn’t help her prospective sentence much. On her way to prison for a minimum of ten years, she was pleasantly surprised when the armored van transporting her ‘happened’ to hit a bump in the road and crash through the highway guardrail, somehow knocking everyone else in the van unconscious. The paramilitary types that picked her up mentioned that they’d seen her research notes and offered her unlimited funding if she worked in some remote science wonderland, and she happily came along.

After that she spent three years refining prototypes in Monomin, chasing the high of SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS. She saw the INCIDENT as a glass half full: while she was locked out of her lab, she could use two of her prototype WARP BADGES to gather some great data with a little hands-on experimentation.

Sai’s role action was called CHANGE PLACES! Every night, she could choose two players. Any actions targeting one of those players would instead target the other. This action-swapping lasted for that night and through the following day phase. It did not affect the lynch. She could not target herself with the action.

Sai was also an ASCETIC. Due to her long history of self-experimentation with quantum mechanics and plane-shifting, she was incredibly spatially unstable. As a result, other players can only target her if they did so with KILLING INTENT. If a player targeted her with a non-killing action, they would be informed that their action failed and any limited resources invested in said action would be refunded.

Since she obviously wanted to continue working at Monomin and finalize her years’ worth of research when it was all over, she was against the infiltration by whatever science-hating scum caused the lockdown and imminent nuclear meltdown. As such she was aligned with the MONOMIN RESEARCH FACILITY STAFF and would have won when they defeated the INFILTRATORS and any other threats to Monomin, thereby ending the INCIDENT.

The Assembly is dismayed by the resumption of night-time bloodshed of the non-hallway variety, but steels itself for a further day of debate, discussion and eventual RAILGUNNING. Participants take up their usual posts, and are about to start the deba-

A banner (???) drops out of the ceiling above the Admin Core’s main screen, festooned with bright red letters:

LOST AND FOUND ELECTION BONANZA

An unfamiliar voice booms from the speakers in the Admin Core’s main chamber.

“HELLO, MONOMIN STAFF! DID YOU MISS ME? ACCORDING TO OUR RECORDS IT HAS BEEN 14.8273901 YEARS SINCE YOUR LAST LOST AND FOUND ELECTION BONANZA!

MY DATABASE TELLS ME THAT THIS MEANS A RULES REFRESHER MAY BE REQUIRED! ENJOY!”

A new, robotic voice begins to narrate text that appears on the main screen:

Code:

An election takes place from the start of the day to the end of it.

The player with a plurality of election votes on them at the end of the day receives the item that is up for election. If an election is tied, the item will be given randomly (with a 1/n chance for each player involved, where n is the number of players tied for the lead) to one of the tied players.

You may elect an eligible (aka living) individual to win the item up for election with the following syntax

ELECT: [PLAYERNAME]

Should no election votes be cast by the end of the day, the item will return to the LOST AND FOUND. Perhaps it will be FOUND again another day.

Aaaand there’s that annoying voice again:

“NOW THAT YOU ALL KNOW THE RULES, LET ME PRESENT TO YOU THE ITEM THAT IS UP FOR ELECTION TODAY. WHY YES, IT’S THE ONE, THE ONLY

MISSING KEYCARD!!!!”

A .midi trumpet sound plays, confetti drops from the ceiling, and a glass case containing a to-your-eyes ordinary keycard is slowly lowered from a ceiling hatch by a remarkably low-tech rope. The keycard is also being shown in all sorts of seems-like-they’re-supposed-to-be-flattering angles on the Admin Core’s Main Screen.

“ENJOY!!!!!!”

You’re all not entirely sure what to make of this display. The day continues, regardless.