Point system scrapped.
Teams now choose one option per round.
Dark Resistance scrapped.
Flaw of all teams becoming dark, no good side.
Killler option Inflitration scrapped.
No real reason for it to be there. What good will knowing about group leaders do you?
-Option to be voted on: If leader is killed, team is sitting ducks. Leader is the only one that
reports to Shoy.
Drama causes team to lose turn instead.
You go inactive, as in quit helping, your team has the right to drop you, let you be killed, etc.
Only after 3 Rounds of Inactivity. Teams are responsible for reminding inactive player. If not,
the team will be dropped.
Teams
still cannot share clues.
Jailing is set up by votes. All teams that use Jail, pick who to jail. Person with most votes
heads to jail. If there is nobody with 2 votes, RNG decides the fate.
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Test Day:
Sniper PMs to use Kill on 43. Teddie Behr.
Teams Jailing
1 votes 33, 3 votes 21, 4 votes 12, 6 votes 21, and 9 votes 21.
21. Insomnesiac is Jailed.
Team 2 5 7 and 8 all request clues. They will recieve a personalized PM as such:
Example (small) Team 2:
Vlad D. Tepes
Pele's Tears
Inasanemonkey
Lady Rai
Heart Shaped Toastie
Test Sniper: [N]ymphie
Team 2 headed off to the Durem Church, hoping to find clues. "I'm finding nothing over here sadly," stated Lady Rai, a glum look on her face.
Lady Rai proceeded to stand up and walk over to Vlad D. Tepes, who seemed to be intently staring at something. It was the armrest of the pew. It's intricate design carved in wood, the curly ends rolling inward and spiraling out. Inasanemonkey walked over to the two. "What are you staring at? You guys are starting to scare me."
"I have no idea. Vlad seems to be rather intent at looking at this," Rai replied.
Vlad lifted his arm to point at something. As it turned out, he wasn't staring at the armrest, but at the object in the distance behind it. "There," he spoke.
"Pele, go get that... whatever it is," Ina shouted.
Pele walked across the tile floor, lifted the object. It was a white piece of paper. It had some strange numbers recorded on it, with text beside them. "What's it say?" Rai asked, intently.
"Hamburger. 4 Points.
Fries. 7 Points..." Pele read.
"Eh? What does this mean?" Toastie asked.
"I don't know, but it sounds like our Sniper's on a diet," Pele replied.
Sniper Update:
Walking around at night is never the brightest idea, especially while wearing a black cloak and holding a sniper rifle. Even if it is just cosplay. Treading silently across the brick roads of the Durem streets, past the corner of the tall built walls from ages ago, past the tiny quaint house on her right. She headed to the mansion, but was obviously lost. Giving up on being silent, she ran, huffing and puffing towards the mansion, where she was due, having finally realized where she was. As she ran, her hood fell backwards off her head, slumping on to her back... A perfect target.
A shot rang out, adding sound to the silent night. Her body fell over, crippled in a lovely crimson and black mass. She was found next morning. A shot right through the paper mache rifle, and into her head. She had apparently tried to defend herself with the rifle after she heard the noise, but alas, it's only newspaper.
Jailing:
"What's this? You're jailing me? You've got it all wrong! I'm on your side!" Insomnesiac shouted, her hands grasped onto the metal bars that now lie infront of her.
"Pfft. You expect us to believe that?"
"Yes? Because I know you're all good people at heart?" Insomnesiac replied.
"We may be good, but we're not likely to release a repeat offender of the rules of the Durem Law. The law clearly prohibits killing, of any type. You heard Miss Zaeyde. You heard her yourself, right before you shot her... and Teddie."
"That wasn't me!"
"Shut up."