You will start the game when there are 11 or more contestants, but you need an odd number. The Round Leader, the person who comes next in the Round Running Queue (RRQ), sends out roles to the players. There are two Witnesses, one Killer, one Defender, and the rest are innocent. The Witnesses each get a clue to the identity of the Killer. Every time the Killer PMs the person they want to kill to the Round Leader, the Round Leader writes a creative kill that sends the chosen person to their death. Then there is a voting period where everyone votes for who they think is the killer. This is called the House Kill. The Defender may choose to save someone from the House Kill. After the House Kill, the Killer will kill someone else. Thus the game progresses until the House Kill votes off the Killer or the Killer kills off everyone but him or herself. Then a new round begins, run by the next person in the RRQ, and the cycle repeats.
VOTING
To put it simply, the person with the most votes is killed. Bandwagoning is not against the rules, but Witnesses MAY NOT come in and say, "Vote for (insert name here), I'm a witness, I have the clue" as this not only reveals your role but takes away the fun of the game. If all the live players have voted, and there is a tie, the first killed player to vote will be the tiebreaker. IF YOU HAVE BEEN KILLED, YOU MAY NOT VOTE.
ROLES
Killer The killer PMs the Round Leader who they want to kill. This decision is final. You don't want to be on the killer's bad side! The round ends once they are caught.
Defender The Defender is the Killer's opposite. They PM the Round Leader who they want to save FROM THE HOUSE KILL. They are one of the Killer's priorities and try to defend witnesses.
Witnesses The Witnesses have a clue to who the killer is. It can be a riddle, pun, or anything else. The Killer is trying to kill both of the Witnesses. Why? See HOW THE ROUND MAY END, below.
Innocents An Innocent is anyone who doesn't have one of the above roles. They are almost like pawns in a chess game: it doesn't matter if the killer kills them.
HOW THE ROUND MAY END
The round may end in one of these ways:
1. The Killer is voted off by the House Kill. The House wins. 2. The Killer is left alone with two innocents. Having killed off both Witnesses, the Killer wins. 3. The Killer is left alone with a Witness or both Witnesses. The House wins.
GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP AND ETIQUETTE
Do NOT reveal your role to anyone, at any time, UNLESS the round leader asks for some reason.
Please remember that ALL the basic rules of Neoseeker apply here, and that off-topic discussions will result in the thread being locked PERMANENTLY - just ask Gotenks!
Most importantly, have fun and enjoy the game!
ROUND RUNNING QUEUE
This is a list of the writers who will write the stories for a round. You may request to be added to this list at any time. You will be put at the bottom of the list once your request is made.
Lin Keui Swampert The Killer Fish Neon Rainbow Steven Name Undisclosed Zoroark beccyorange Legendary Boss Hunter Triforce of Wisdom
SIGN UPS
To SIGN UP for a round, simply choose a Mario character to play as, and you will be written into the round's stories as that character. You will partake in the voting until you are killed off or the round ends. Two or more users may NOT choose the exact same character - for example, User 1 and User 2 may not both be Mario, but User 1 may be Raccoon Mario and User 2 may be Tanooki Mario.
NICK, YOU ASS. I WANTED TO MAKE THE THREAD. WHAT WITH ME BEING THE CURRENT ROUND LEADER, IT IS MY DUTY TO MAKE IT. GEE ;_;
*ahem* Here's the prologue again, just for the sake of having it in this thread:
Spoiler:Prologue
So, they were finally going to do it. The attack that everyone knew would win the war for us.
The conspiracy theorists were, of course, having a field day on this one. The rumours were spreading like wildfire; such a huge-scale spell would be sure to mess up not only their world but ours, they said. It could backfire, it could all go wrong, this could be end of life as we knew it… you know, the usual.
All the sane people were 99.9% sure that we had precisely nothing to worry about. It was simple – freeze time in the “real” world, where the majority of humans lived and had believed that magic didn’t exist until a few months ago. And then, once their world was still, we would kick their asses. Free the thousands of people they had captured from our world. Mess with their laws of physics a bit, perhaps. Reduce a major city or ten to rubble, maybe, seeing as material possessions, money and big buildings seemed to be all that mattered to these people. We would, however, kill as few as possible, as we were a decent populace who vastly believed nobody deserved to die. Morals didn’t seem to be high on the priority list for the humans of Earth, though, proven by the kidnapping and scientific study of poor, innocent individuals who happened to reside in this universe.
But they had all, of course, believed themselves to be superior, as people on planet Earth tend to do. So when some smartass somehow managed to discover that all those fairytales about parallel universes, magic and intelligent, non-human beings were true, it led not to living side-by-side in harmony, but exploitation. The next day it was all over their media. The corporate types were all plotting ways to make money out of this huge new discovery and the scientific types were all desperate to learn the ins and outs of an entirely different world; so people were taken against their will from our world to theirs, and naturally we weren’t very happy about it. So instead of coming to a peaceful agreement with us, the leaders of Earth’s biggest and most powerful countries got together and decided that, as always, they might as well solve their problems with nuclear weaponry. They thought science could beat magic. Oh, how wrong they were.
I stopped my mind drifting and diverted my attention back to the TV screen, where a reporter was live at the scene where some presumably important military dude was about to press a big button and stop time in an alternate universe. It was all very science-fiction-novelish and incredibly overdramatic, but hey, if it got them off our backs, I was all up for it. The reporter was talking excitedly about how in just a few days this would all be over, they would surrender and we could live in peace again. Then it switched to an interview with one of the guys involved in planning this entire thing, as he confidently, almost arrogantly dismissed any fears of this plan somehow backfiring and screwing up our own space-time continuum. The conspiracy theories, he said, were “utter bollocks”.
Then it was back to the live view of the guy and the Big Button of Epic War Winningness or whatever they had nicknamed it. A ridiculously over-the-top countdown was on a screen behind him and his comrades as they chanted down the numbers. I rolled my eyes. This couldn’t have been any more melodramatic if they tried.
“5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”
And then there was a blinding white flash, and I just about had time to think, MORE textbook drama? and perhaps those conspiracy theorists were right for once before I passed out.
I'll be starting the first kill soon. Should be done tonight with a bit of luck. ^^
Edit: HELL TO THE YES.
Spoiler:Killer kill
“I think she’s waking up,” says a stranger I’ve never heard before.
“Yes,” snaps another, “because you chucked a bucket of freezing water on her face!”
“Hey, it worked,” comments someone else, with a hint of a smile in their voice.
I groaned and forced open my bleary eyes a millimetre at a time. Then, registering the sight before them, they flashed all the way open in a nanosecond.
Waking up in your own bed next to a stranger is one thing. Waking up on the floor of a completely unknown room surrounded by fifteen strangers is quite another.
“What the *bleep*?!” I splutter, spraying water everywhere, as whoever mentioned freezing water being all over my face was quite correct.
“Charming,” notes an Anti Guy. Turning my head to get a look at everyone else in the room, I realise I’m with quite the motley crew.
Everyone then introduces themselves. Among the faces are a green-haired, bespectacled Lakitu named Lakilester, a ???? block creature thing which somehow manages to speak, a moustachioed plumber in a Tanooki suit who goes by the name of Mario, and…
“…what the hell happened to YOU?!” I asked a deformed hovering multicoloured shell-headed head-shelled footless boot-crotched tail-headshelled Yoshi that can talk and see and hear and smell and has arms and hands.
“Apparently,” he answers, “I didn’t react too well to a rip in the space-time continuum.”
“Oh, so you’re telling me that’s what this is.” I laugh. “No, really. Who are you people and why are we here?”
“He’s right,” explains Phanto. “Look outside.”
I pull myself up from the carpet I’ve been sitting on and walk over to the nearest window. “Let me guess,” I drawl, voice layered with several thick layers of sarcasm. “We are currently floating in a void just like in the movies, a white space that has no beginning or end and where time cannot be measured. We cannot escape, doomed to spend eternity here until eventually our last traces of sanity leave us completely and we become merely a legend, an unsolved mystery lost among all the unanswered mysteries of life…” I prepare to open the curtains and find a perfectly normal street, followed by hidden cameramen jumping out from every corner to declare that I am the star of a prank TV show or something.
“That’s exactly right,” states the Penguin calmly as I throw open the curtains and my jaw drops in disbelief at what I see; the endless white space I just perfectly described.
Grey Magikoopa laughs. “Stop it, you’re terrifying the poor girl!” He pauses. “Say, you never introduced yourself. What’s your name?”
“Rosalina.”
“Rosalina. Right. The bit about the void, that’s all correct. The bit about the eternity and the insanity and all that tripe; bullshit. This will all be reversed when the spell that put us here in the first place is reversed; the spell on Earth.”
My entire body shudders with my massive sigh of relief. “So in a few days we’ll be back to our normal lives.”
“Not exactly, no.” It’s Professor Elvin Gadd who’s spoken, and he continues explaining upon clocking the bemused expression twisting my features. “In a few days… according to time back in, you know, our universe. In case you’ve forgotten, time isn’t really the same thing in a big ol’ hole in the fabric of space. So it could feel like mere minutes here before we’re back; or perhaps a few weeks; or, at worst, several months.”
Orange Yoshi jumps in. “Nothing longer than a year, though. After that, the spell will break automatically. Even magic has its limits.”
I stare around, wide-eyed, at everyone in the group. “We could be here for a… a… a YEAR?”
“Yep,” pipes up Toadette, smiling. “Hey, it’s not that bad. It could be worse.”
“…I suppose.” I blink and then another question comes to mind. “Wait. Why are we currently sitting in a fancy living room in what appears to be a huge house?”
“That,” declared Spring Luigi, “is a conundrum that’s left all of us stumped. Even smartarse Ludwig over there.”
“My IQ’s 144, you know,” grins the blue-haired Koopaling.
Several of the others roll their eyes and I laugh. “So now we have nothing to do but… wait. There’s literally no possibility of us doing anything at all to get out of here quicker.”
“Well, we could die,” shrugs the deformed Yoshi casually. “Of course, we couldn’t die from old age, as aging doesn’t happen here, or starvation, as our bodies are frozen in time so won’t need any food… The only way would be a fatal wound; basically, outright murder. Or suicide. It would have to involve a bullet, or an extremely sharp object. Needless to say, this would rid us from both this void AND the world in which we belong… So basically we either wait a bit to return to normality, or, if we’re really impatient, cut our existences short.” A laugh ripples through the group.
***
The next day we’re crowded around the spot where the Yoshi has been found with a knife through where his heart presumably is. It’s kind of hard to tell with all those deformities. He’s dead, anyway.
The knife pins a note to his body like some twisted version of a memo on a corkboard.
He was an idiot anyway. Also, in case you haven’t guessed, there’s a killer among us.
------------------- I remember the most remarkable event remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys an old drunk and a fallen angel The grand story, and we ripped up the ending and the rules and destiny leaving nothing but freedom & choice
Uhhhh..........I'll just randomly guess Orange Yoshi.
...meanie...
I'm kidding xD
------------------- I remember the most remarkable event remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys an old drunk and a fallen angel The grand story, and we ripped up the ending and the rules and destiny leaving nothing but freedom & choice
I don't even game ftw!
