Re: Breaking the Ice [SIGNUPS]
07-13-2011, 01:22 PM
Day Zero
The snow cracks beneath your collective feet as the first shaky steps are made on the surface of the cold South. You see the sponsor for this expedition head on ahead, and greet the group from a distance.
"Here you are, my men! Antarctica. The final frontier if you're afraid of heights!" The man chuckled. "I hope you can all make yourself at home on here, and get the tents set up in camp for today. Tomorrow we'll start with the experiments!"
You all head off towards the base of a glacier, finding it sturdy enough to prove cover from the nasty arctic winds, and start setting up camp. "Well then if you don't mind, I will be retr... retrie..."
Before anyone can process what was going on, the man was already sprawled on the floor, coughing up blood.
Wojjan was Bartleby Finch, host, sponsor, and captain for the mission. Having nearly no interest in what the mission was about other than the social status sponsoring science brought along, he was pro-town, in the strictest sense. Since he had no job to fulfill on the island itself, he was the least consequential death of all. Still, any life lost before its time is tragic, and you are all left to wonder how or why this came to pass.
It is now Night Zero. You are allowed to post in this thread, and only here unless your role PM states otherwise. Speaking of those, they will start going out by order of signing up. Once you have received your role, please confirm in this thread, and if applicable send a night action to me.
There shall be no kill on this night, the mafia will first have to hide poor Bartleby's body.
The snow cracks beneath your collective feet as the first shaky steps are made on the surface of the cold South. You see the sponsor for this expedition head on ahead, and greet the group from a distance.
"Here you are, my men! Antarctica. The final frontier if you're afraid of heights!" The man chuckled. "I hope you can all make yourself at home on here, and get the tents set up in camp for today. Tomorrow we'll start with the experiments!"
You all head off towards the base of a glacier, finding it sturdy enough to prove cover from the nasty arctic winds, and start setting up camp. "Well then if you don't mind, I will be retr... retrie..."
Before anyone can process what was going on, the man was already sprawled on the floor, coughing up blood.
Wojjan was Bartleby Finch, host, sponsor, and captain for the mission. Having nearly no interest in what the mission was about other than the social status sponsoring science brought along, he was pro-town, in the strictest sense. Since he had no job to fulfill on the island itself, he was the least consequential death of all. Still, any life lost before its time is tragic, and you are all left to wonder how or why this came to pass.
It is now Night Zero. You are allowed to post in this thread, and only here unless your role PM states otherwise. Speaking of those, they will start going out by order of signing up. Once you have received your role, please confirm in this thread, and if applicable send a night action to me.
There shall be no kill on this night, the mafia will first have to hide poor Bartleby's body.
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.