RE: MURDERFIA: REDUX: D3 (35/36)
12-09-2013, 03:57 AM
GHOSTBOONSTERS, INC
The following Boons have now come into effect!
Solaris and Jacquerel have been resurrected, and after a painful night of being forcibly sewn together by yours truly will rejoin the game at the start of D4.
Slot #27, comprising Palamedes and Not The Author, has been split into two (Slot #27.5, and Slot 27½). As Slot #27 no longer exists, the explosive potato is now hovering awkwardly as it waits for a cue to detonate.
The VIRUS has been removed from the game, via a MOD BOON granting the VIRUS the circumstances required to acheive its win condition.
Masterblade and MrGuy have been given dual ownership of a DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER, the mechanics of which will be explained in their quicktopics.
Retconning [REDACTED] would retroactively cause the deaths of over twenty players. As listing which players would die would give away information, players may enquire in their quicktopics whether or not the retconning of REDACTED would've meant they died N2. Following this, a separate potato-style vote (yea or nay) will be held on D4 to determine if players would like to play from D3: B-side.
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Bigro is to be given concillatory chocolate and roses by all extant members of the lynch mob. Failure to do so will have you branded as a HUGE JERK and give you Hated status, meaning you'll be lynched at one less vote than usual.
All extant players now have the abilities of Fighting Trousers, the Callout Playa! Players may challenge other players at rap battles at any time that they may speak without getting their butt modkicked.
Killing the moderator has not received enough votes, so the moderator lives on. Suckers.
The following Boons have now come into effect!
Solaris and Jacquerel have been resurrected, and after a painful night of being forcibly sewn together by yours truly will rejoin the game at the start of D4.
Slot #27, comprising Palamedes and Not The Author, has been split into two (Slot #27.5, and Slot 27½). As Slot #27 no longer exists, the explosive potato is now hovering awkwardly as it waits for a cue to detonate.
The VIRUS has been removed from the game, via a MOD BOON granting the VIRUS the circumstances required to acheive its win condition.
Masterblade and MrGuy have been given dual ownership of a DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER, the mechanics of which will be explained in their quicktopics.
Retconning [REDACTED] would retroactively cause the deaths of over twenty players. As listing which players would die would give away information, players may enquire in their quicktopics whether or not the retconning of REDACTED would've meant they died N2. Following this, a separate potato-style vote (yea or nay) will be held on D4 to determine if players would like to play from D3: B-side.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Bigro is to be given concillatory chocolate and roses by all extant members of the lynch mob. Failure to do so will have you branded as a HUGE JERK and give you Hated status, meaning you'll be lynched at one less vote than usual.
All extant players now have the abilities of Fighting Trousers, the Callout Playa! Players may challenge other players at rap battles at any time that they may speak without getting their butt modkicked.
Killing the moderator has not received enough votes, so the moderator lives on. Suckers.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow