LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED. I'M READY TO WRECK SOME.. Wait oh wait never mind. Just put me in the game ;-;
Alright, we got more than enough ready players. We'd be ready to start, but Sir Wilfrey has decided to leave the game. I will try to find a replacement. If one can't be found soon the role he had will be deleted and the game starts with 14 players. If there's anyone who still wants to join, say it and you're in. The game will start as soon as this has been sorted out.
A healthy dose of paranoia is not a bad thing when nothing is certain. But it is important to trust in SOMEthing, even if that thing turns out to be the wrong thing... guess what? Mistakes are forgivable here. Even death is not the end.
= = = V = = = The Outpost is in lockdown. Galactic authorities have shut down the gates - no way in, no way out. You've been escorted to the main hall and find yourself with 14 other people. Something tells you this isn't right. An important-looking person wearing traditional detective attire steps in. "Greetings. I am Grand Inspector Zebe and I have some unfortunate news for you. Four members of the notorious Penguin Syndicate has infiltrated the Outpost. You fifteen are all suspects." You barely pay attention to what he speaks, as some insistent thoughts bother your mind to no end. It is as if ghosts of the forgotten past were whispering clues into your ears. Nervous muttering can be heard. "Well, to be exact, you were suspects! I've solved the mystery and the identities of these heinous criminals are right here!" Zebe continues and pulls out an envelope. The crowd is too confused to gasp. You notice everyone else is in a state like yours. "Yes, the answer to the mystery is right here in my hand. But before I reveal the ruthless outlaws, I give you an completely unnecessary speech-" You've had enough of it. Every single one of the 15 players rushes to the inspector and surrounds him. The envelope is taken from him and opened. A piece of paper inside it simply says 'nope'. Lights go off. Lights go on. The lifeless body of Grand Inspector Zebe lies on the floor with a jagged knife in its back, the envelope disappeared from his hands. A small note is attached to the handle of the knife. It reads: 'What was that!? Anyways, you're going to die. Sincerely, The Penguin Syndicate.' well I screwed that up and you six have no evidence no evidence about anything = = = 15 players remain DAY 1 BEGINS The Day ends 9PM UTC on Monday 1st February = = = 8 votes are enough for a lynch. Not Voting - Miss Alkane, Firepaw Da Cat, zeskorion, Rgbunpro, Tatterdemalion, Apathy Applied, MilkCalf, DustyScabbard, Bonabopn, quitaren12, Zetlin97, The Squid, Dave Combine, Arra, DrVoodoo No other votes = = = I might've used a slightly modified intro from the first game. Might've. but its said recycling is good, and i fully agree Here it goes. The game is on.
Thats a nice knive. Whoever put it there probably wants it back. First to grab it is probably a penguin
