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Rules

1. Outside communication is not allowed.
2. Each Day will last 24 hours. The Mod team reserves the right to extend this deadline by another 24 hours at the Mod's discretion.
3. There will be no night phase. Send all actions in during the Day. Whilst we will accept everything sent in up to including a second before the deadline, sending in your actions a little earlier will make our lives easier.
4. Communication between the dead and the living regarding the game is not allowed. Because it may come back to haunt you.
5. Normal method of lynching. Lynch XXXX This is the only format that will be accepted.
6. Activity will be checked regularly, both by Night Actions and by activity in the thread itself. We reserve the right to graphically kill and humiliate you if you become inactive. This can be avoided by informing the mods in advance that you will not be able to participate for a set amount of time.
7. (Delion) I've tried to waterproof this forum as best I can, but there's always a chance that the forums could be manipulated in some way or I've forgotten to untick a permissions box for a particular group or the like.

If you find you can:

Edit your posts.
Edit other peoples posts.
Open up a new topic in the same forum as the main game thread.
Delete anything.
See any forums you suspect you shouldn't.
See a forum called 'Moderator forum'.
Anything else you suspect you shouldn't be able to do.

Report it immediately and just continue as if you hadn't found a loophole. If anyone is found viewing the Moderator forum before the game is over, they will be modkilled and potentially face a ban from any future games I help moderate. Seriously, don't cheat.

8. Tomfuckery is not allowed, the punishment will be based on the severity of the offence.
9. The Mod team has the final word on any disputes.
10. All queries and Night Actions are to be sent to the Moderator account, aptly named Moderator. Do not send anything to either the Omega or Alpha accounts, because we'll mock you relentlessly.
11. Unless otherwise specified, you can only use one action per phase. Items are exempt from this, so you can use your one action and as many item actions as the items themselves allow. (If applicable)

Items are indicated by:

==Item Name==

What the item actually does, charges, etc.

==Item Name==

12. Any contradictions between these rules and a role ability are won by the role ability.

Day Two additions:

13: The day cannot end without someone being lynched.

14: The first time a person would be lynched, all votes will be reset and their allegiance revealed.

Day Three additions:

15. Once per phase you may send one person one message using the forum pm system.

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Alive:

Agnarl
Avdima
Averon
Bikon
Catrad
Cogair
Daatyl
Dirin
Faren
Geof
Jurlei
Rion
Voaon
Weol
Xylav

Dead:

Dur, the only Cop in Town (Played by NPC) has been killed on Day 0.

Vavin the rebellious weakened Ophan, Lesser Aspect of Sigma (Player by Gesin) has been Lasered and Dismembered on Day One.

Pegaon, the Mad Scientist Serial Killer (Played by Reject) has been lynched on Day Two.

Kybrim, the Split-personality Crier/Gambling Bus Driver/who has a fear of Gorgonzola (Played By Aramaia, Naomi and Aedirn respectively) has been lasered on Day Two.

Bory, the Clumsy Detective (Dura) has been dismembered on Day Two.


Rasima, α (Played by Caraghan) has been lynched on Day 3.
Koen, Chief Priest of the Moderator (Played by Lorcam) has been dismembered on Day Three.
Relia, Son of the Moderator (Played by Leria) has been drowned on Day Three.

Loumin, Mafia Host (Played by Callisto) has been lynched on Day 4.

Ronel, Mafia Mentor (Played by Thomathan) has been lynched on Day 5.
Natlif the Revered Druid (Played by Ronin) has been Lasered on Night 5.

Besop, Townie who can see Dead People (Played by Lesa) has been lynched on Day 6.

Missing:

Voaon has gone missing on Day One.

Voaon has been found on Day Two.


Agnarl has gone missing on Day Three.
Geof has gone missing on Day Three.

Agnarl has returned on Day Five.

Dancing:

Catrad has begun dancing on Day One
Koen has begun dancing on Day One


Agnarl has begun dancing on Day Three.
Geof has begun dancing on Day Three.

Xylav has begun Dancing on Night 5.
Weol has begun Dancing on Night 5

Removed from the Game:

No one.

Modkilled:

None. Let's hope it stays this way!

I am the Moderator.

I Am.

I am Alpha. I am Sigma. I am Omega.

We are Aspects. We are the Moderator.

We watch. We wait. We intervene.

Sometimes We tire of worlds. Realities. We watch them burn, by Our own design. Fall back into nothing.

Sometimes We create new cosmos, new beings with which to play Our games.

In one such reality We observed the evolutions of mortals. In one such reality, We observed the formation of self-awareness.

We were intrigued.

The first mortals in an infinity to say I Am.

We preserved this world.

For Our amusement.

We observe as they struggle to rationalize their existence. We watch as one man loses control of his emotions and kills another, his mind clouded with rage. We are present as the last thread connecting soul to mortal shell snaps.

For We are the Ones who cut it. And the Ones who brought it from nothing into existence. The Ones who have brought it to fruition.

We watch as a single voice cries out in protest and is silenced.

We watch as one of these...

Humans. They call themselves humans.

We watch as these humans strive to understand their place in this uncaring universe.

We watch as a newborn is delivered in a stable, unknowing of his fate.

We watch as men challenge the shackles of their opressors.

We watch as they try to grasp the abstract. As they live, love, die.

We watch as they master the physical world around them. Conquering the stars.

We know every dream, every ambition, ever desire. We see people fighting to protect their way of life. To protect their ideals. To protect the ones they love.

It is alien.

We watch as one of these humans orders the death of millions, convinced he is doing god's work.

In vain.

For there is no god.

There is no benevolent deity.

There is only Us.

Unchanging, Uncaring.

Watching. Waiting.

Screaming.

...

Ignorance is bliss.

You all dance to My tune.

"Mackerel scales and Mare's Tails," muttered Dur, as the dark clouds writhed above.

The weather forecast had been for a clear night sky, perfect for the amateur star gazer. As Dur walked towards his villa on the edge of the small Italian town, he noted the closed shutters and bolted doors. Bar him, the street seemed devoid of life. And yet, it wasn't just broiling sky that had everyone on edge. There was more to it.

Less than an hour later, the heavens opened. Booming rolls of thunder shook the lucky few who had managed to snatch a few hours rest from their sleep. Great streaks of lightning illuminated the night sky, temporarily blinding onlookers. The river surged, quickly becoming a raging torrent and bursting its banks.

Fearful, people spoke in hushed tones. The pious prayed to the Gods, hoping for an end to the abyssal storm. A few quietly muttered that only the Gods themselves could be responsible for such a storm, a war of heaven. The lightning intensified, each strike seconds from the last. As it reached a crescendo, the night was turned to day and the townspeople looked on with wonder.

Its wrath appeased, the storm began to die, the clouds dispersing. As everyone gratefully retired to bed, one small girl stayed at her bedroom window, staring at the stars until sleep took her. Nobody saw the two shooting stars, flaring briefly as they entered the Earth's atmosphere.

The next day, the damage became apparent. The only road in the village was still flooded and blocked by debris from the night before. Boulders and uprooted trees littered the only road connecting the town to the large city to the south. One of the pylon's supplying power to the town had taken a direct hit, cutting off contact with the outside world until it could be fixed. Everyone was relieved to find that there had been no casualties.

Addressing the town, the Mayor assured everyone that the worst was apparently over and declared that volunteers were working on raising a new pylon and clearing the debris left by the storm.

Life goes on.


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It is now Pregame.

During Pregame no abilities, items or votes can be used.

Pregame will end once everyone has registered and posted. Posts can be any length and can contain as much rp as you wish, but you must register and post at least once. Even if just to say I'm here, let's go!

Loumin walked the streets, confused, happy, sad, and a few other things that aren't appropriate.

Rain washed the dirt off the face of a confused little boy. Lost and alone, he waited.

Bloody rain destroyed my garden and my wheat harvest

As Jurlei walked down the street toward his house.

A short skinny man walked down the street, shaking his head in dismay.

A calculating woman wanders around the fallen pylon investigating the damage and assessing how long the work will take. A slight frown appears on her face as she makes internal calculations from her observations. She informs the foreman, 'The town will be isolated indefinitely without equipment from the city.' As she walks away she adds, 'There may be tools to help left from time ago.'

Oh, and Lynch Moderator

Averon plucked another glorious slice of sashimi and devoured it with gusto. Sorry sobs, he thought, watching the downtrodden plebs wandering the city streets beyond his window.

The younglings eyes welled with tears. Anguish, fear and confusion all played across his face. The fields of flowers around around him held no beauty. The sweetcake he had filched earlier turned to dust in his mouth.

He had lost it. It was just gone, as though it had never existed. The knowledge of what had been roiled inside of him, burning his mind, tugging at his soul. But it was gone.

He would have to find it again. He would. He must. Less all things be worthless evermore.

He would have it again.

Geof tapped irritably on the keys of the small laptop on the desk in front of him. "Phaw," he muttered, "dead as a doorknob." He pushed his chair back and stood, shutting the notebook with a good deal more force than was necessary. He pulled one of the blinds down to peer into the street outside.

Catrad looked quite confused when he awoke. It was as if his whole life had shifted, changed somehow. Things just weren't quite in the same spot as he remembered, colors were just slightly wrong. In the back of his head, he vaguely remembered hearing something saying "Come to the new forums...."

As Catrad ate breakfast, he realized he had no idea what a forum was, and why he would go to the new ones.

Shrugging off his confusion, he went to work, assisting people clearing away the mess from the night.

Koen coughed loudly, and stared at the damage.

From the midst of the workers laboring away amongst the debris, a woman breaks away and dashes down the street. Hastily she calls ahead of her as she runs into a nearby bistro, making a b-line for the restroom inside.

Dirin stares solemnly at the vacant and dark supermarket that he worked at. "I don't suppose I will be working without electricity," Dirin sighs. What to do with my time now, he thinks, staring around the town at the milling people. "Atleast no one has broke into the market yet," Dirin says as he walks to see what the full damage of the town was.

"Odd," muttered Bory, "that despite the devastation there was not a single casualty..." During the night at least half of the village had been in the streets, panicking. And not a single piece of debris had touched any of these poor people... "There's something strange happening here, but I suppose only time will tell," he added as he made his way to the town center.

Pegaon stared around him, his brain constantly working to figure out what had happened. He would find out what had caused this catastrophe. He would..

Rion was an old woman. With age comes wisdom, and she was no exception. She had seen storms like this before; perhaps not quite so bad, but storms nonetheless. She would weather this one like any other, and reassure those who looked concerned. Seeing a young girl in the street with tears in her eyes, she gave her a pat and a smile, "Everything will be fine", she said. Continuing down the road, she was determined to find an open market so she could buy food to prepare for her family's dinner.

Kybrim decides to find the nearest Gelateria and haggles to buy ice-cream at a quarter price. "It's going to spoil anyway without electricity!"
He doesn't leave the store for a long time.

Staring at the downed power power line, it suddenly dawned on Avdima that if they didn't get fixed before six then he'd be missing his favourite Italian soap, A Place in the Sun.

Rasima frowned slightly at the downed pylon. Poor structural integrity. The architect must have been a fool she thought to herself. Sneering at the beggars asking for money, she slipped into her limo and rode quickly back to her mansion.

Weol's movements were stiff and disjointed as he moved through the debris taking in everything. So much destruction and chaos. He continued about his business of cleaning up as much as he could, as his boss had ordered. Already, a large pile of remains layed stacked to the left. This would take some time.