Tigranes
Arcane
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It all started so innocently. A group of Codexians, united in their sweaty, brotherly love of the incline, on a weekend retreat to the authentic Polish countryside. Why, it's basically like playing Witcher 3 multiplayer!
But the good times were not to last. The Codexers kept getting distracted on their journey, mostly talking about Grimoire, taking wrong turn after wrong turn. They wandered off the roads, and into the woods.
And there was no compass to bring them back.
Three days have now passed, and the Codexers have settled in a nondescript cave, out of food and out of energy. The situation has become clear: the less monocled amongst them will have to serve as food for the rest. There is no other way.
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ROLES
Each night, two killers will nominate a single target to be killed. The victim's plump, Dorito-filled body will sustain their ravenous hunger.
Each day, the Codexers will vote on one person to be turned into communal grub. Votes will be made by bold I ACCUSE X. The Codexers may opt not to kill that day, and starve - but may not do so two days in a row, or they will die.
One of the Codexers is an amateur doctor, having played many rounds of Operation in his youth. He may save one Codexer from murder each night, other than himself.
Another Codexer is a registered stalker, having once received a restraining order on Tim Cain's behalf. His powers allow him to discover the identity of a single Codexer each night.
PLAYERS
[S]Corporate_Jew_Master[/S]
Deuce Traveler
Doktor Best
[S]Duraframe300[/S]
[S]Grimgravy[/S]
[S]hello friend[/S]
Mr. Pink
[S]Nevill[/S]
[S]Viata[/S]
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DAY 1.
Codexers: 9
Nutrition Levels: Substandard
Mood: Constipated
Following much squabbling, nobody is eaten.
NIGHT 1.
Codexers: 9
Nutrition Levels: Would eat liquid bacon
Mood: Thinking of mother
Viata, an innocent, is found drowned and partially eaten in a cauldron. A brain, and a Swallow schematic, lies nearby.
DAY 2.
Codexers: 8
Nutrition Levels: Unevenly distributed
Mood: Vaguely morbid
Jew, an innocent, is mobbed by the Codexers, expertly divvied up, and cooked as per individual preferences.
NIGHT 2.
Codexers: 7
Nutrition Levels: Fat with the blood of the one fat with the blood of Christ, man
Mood: Feeling a bit like a moron
Duraframe, an innocent, is mostly ground up into small pieces. A haiku lies nearby.
DAY 3.
Codexers: 6
Nutrition Levels: High on protein, low on fibre
Mood: A spot of bother we find ourselves in, fellows
Nevill, a killer, is cornered and beaten to a bloody pulp. An edible pulp.
NIGHT 3.
Codexers: 5
Nutrition Levels: Could really get used to the taste of human flesh
Mood: Jubilant and sexy
hello friend, an innocent, is slashed and left bleeding outside the cave.
DAY 4.
Codexers: 4
Nutrition Levels: Not too bad, really
Mood: Death is just a prerequisite to sphere diplomacy
Following zero discussion, all Codexers pledge to a Diet of Justice.
NIGHT 4.
Codexers: 4
Nutrition Levels: Wait, no, it is bad
Mood: Tick tock tick tock
Grimgravy, herr doktor, is found with his stethoscope stuffed up his anus.
THE LAST DAY.
Codexers: 3
Nutrition Levels: Not too bad, really
Mood: Debating whether to eat this disgusting Grimgravy
But the good times were not to last. The Codexers kept getting distracted on their journey, mostly talking about Grimoire, taking wrong turn after wrong turn. They wandered off the roads, and into the woods.
And there was no compass to bring them back.
Three days have now passed, and the Codexers have settled in a nondescript cave, out of food and out of energy. The situation has become clear: the less monocled amongst them will have to serve as food for the rest. There is no other way.
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ROLES
Each night, two killers will nominate a single target to be killed. The victim's plump, Dorito-filled body will sustain their ravenous hunger.
Each day, the Codexers will vote on one person to be turned into communal grub. Votes will be made by bold I ACCUSE X. The Codexers may opt not to kill that day, and starve - but may not do so two days in a row, or they will die.
One of the Codexers is an amateur doctor, having played many rounds of Operation in his youth. He may save one Codexer from murder each night, other than himself.
Another Codexer is a registered stalker, having once received a restraining order on Tim Cain's behalf. His powers allow him to discover the identity of a single Codexer each night.
PLAYERS
[S]Corporate_Jew_Master[/S]
Deuce Traveler
Doktor Best
[S]Duraframe300[/S]
[S]Grimgravy[/S]
[S]hello friend[/S]
Mr. Pink
[S]Nevill[/S]
[S]Viata[/S]
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DAY 1.
Codexers: 9
Nutrition Levels: Substandard
Mood: Constipated
Following much squabbling, nobody is eaten.
NIGHT 1.
Codexers: 9
Nutrition Levels: Would eat liquid bacon
Mood: Thinking of mother
Viata, an innocent, is found drowned and partially eaten in a cauldron. A brain, and a Swallow schematic, lies nearby.
DAY 2.
Codexers: 8
Nutrition Levels: Unevenly distributed
Mood: Vaguely morbid
Jew, an innocent, is mobbed by the Codexers, expertly divvied up, and cooked as per individual preferences.
NIGHT 2.
Codexers: 7
Nutrition Levels: Fat with the blood of the one fat with the blood of Christ, man
Mood: Feeling a bit like a moron
Duraframe, an innocent, is mostly ground up into small pieces. A haiku lies nearby.
DAY 3.
Codexers: 6
Nutrition Levels: High on protein, low on fibre
Mood: A spot of bother we find ourselves in, fellows
Nevill, a killer, is cornered and beaten to a bloody pulp. An edible pulp.
NIGHT 3.
Codexers: 5
Nutrition Levels: Could really get used to the taste of human flesh
Mood: Jubilant and sexy
hello friend, an innocent, is slashed and left bleeding outside the cave.
DAY 4.
Codexers: 4
Nutrition Levels: Not too bad, really
Mood: Death is just a prerequisite to sphere diplomacy
Following zero discussion, all Codexers pledge to a Diet of Justice.
NIGHT 4.
Codexers: 4
Nutrition Levels: Wait, no, it is bad
Mood: Tick tock tick tock
Grimgravy, herr doktor, is found with his stethoscope stuffed up his anus.
THE LAST DAY.
Codexers: 3
Nutrition Levels: Not too bad, really
Mood: Debating whether to eat this disgusting Grimgravy
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