RE: Murder By The Book - Night 4: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide
04-27-2014, 03:55 AM
After a long day's discussion, the group comes to a consensus. Truegreen is to be lynched.
He takes his sentence with grace as he is dragged to the noose.
"You fools! You fools! You will come to regret this! They've locked us in here, they've trapped us, forced us into this conflict. Have you not wondered why no help has come, why there is no way out. Somehow they've managed to censor an entire Genre, and now they resort to this, the death of authors, the death of literature. Beware the government, for they no longer follow the will of the people, and beware the agents who hide among you. I loathe what I have become, but I loathe them more. Know them for what they are. They are the true enemy, the ones who know much but speak little, they are our ultimate downfall!'"
The crowd isn't particularly impressed by Truegreen's last words. The noose tightens.
Truegreen was Theo Van Doesburg, an author convinced that government conspiracies were behind everything. His desperation drove him to Undercover, who were more than willing to publish his works as long as they were in the form of a murder mystery.
His expertise in cover-ups gave him an edge - he could make someone disappear. He could kidnap a living player and lock them in a trunk, leaving them unable to participate in the next day - they would escape after twenty-four hours, however. If the player he kidnapped died that night, whether it was to Undercover's kill or some other means, their role would not be revealed unless he emptied the trunk, which he would need to do to use it again.
After the trunk was used, Truegreen would need to spend one night cleaning it out before it could be used again, whether its previous occupant was living or dead. The trunk would not be usable if there were too few living players - in other words, if it would be LYLO or MYLO without the trunk.
Another member of the sinister Undercover organization has been found. But how many remain? Everyone heads off for the night, hoping an end to this nightmare is close at hand...
It's night, please get your actions in promptly. Also we still have an inactive slot that could use a replacement.
He takes his sentence with grace as he is dragged to the noose.
"You fools! You fools! You will come to regret this! They've locked us in here, they've trapped us, forced us into this conflict. Have you not wondered why no help has come, why there is no way out. Somehow they've managed to censor an entire Genre, and now they resort to this, the death of authors, the death of literature. Beware the government, for they no longer follow the will of the people, and beware the agents who hide among you. I loathe what I have become, but I loathe them more. Know them for what they are. They are the true enemy, the ones who know much but speak little, they are our ultimate downfall!'"
The crowd isn't particularly impressed by Truegreen's last words. The noose tightens.
Truegreen was Theo Van Doesburg, an author convinced that government conspiracies were behind everything. His desperation drove him to Undercover, who were more than willing to publish his works as long as they were in the form of a murder mystery.
His expertise in cover-ups gave him an edge - he could make someone disappear. He could kidnap a living player and lock them in a trunk, leaving them unable to participate in the next day - they would escape after twenty-four hours, however. If the player he kidnapped died that night, whether it was to Undercover's kill or some other means, their role would not be revealed unless he emptied the trunk, which he would need to do to use it again.
After the trunk was used, Truegreen would need to spend one night cleaning it out before it could be used again, whether its previous occupant was living or dead. The trunk would not be usable if there were too few living players - in other words, if it would be LYLO or MYLO without the trunk.
Another member of the sinister Undercover organization has been found. But how many remain? Everyone heads off for the night, hoping an end to this nightmare is close at hand...
It's night, please get your actions in promptly. Also we still have an inactive slot that could use a replacement.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse