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.
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Jun 19, 13 at 2:41pm
Neon Rainbow
LOL TOO LATE I JUST FINISHED WRITING
Spoiler:HOUSE KILL! And killer kill, because Grey Magikoopa was innocent
When I came round, I found myself lying on an ancient floral sofa in the lounge, surrounded by concerned faces looking down at me. Everything that had happened flooded back in an instant; I sat bolt upright and jumped off the sofa, ignoring the faint dizzy, sick feeling that came when I did so. “Who did it? How did they get in there? Have you called the police? Do the producers know? What-” “Stop,” said Prince Peasley, “you’re getting yourself worked up. Sit down for a second. We’ll explain everything…” His face looked grave. In fact, everyone looked as distressed as I felt. Baby Luigi (why did they let him into this madness?) was crying despite Lakitu’s attempts to calm him. Anti Guy spoke. “Firstly… we don’t know who did it. There are no signs of a break-in. The doors clearly haven’t been opened – they’re still locked from the inside. No damage whatsoever to them. The windows are all intact… which has led us to exactly one conclusion.” I felt sicker still as I pieced together his words. “Someone… someone here did it. One of us.” “Precisely. Confirmed Count Bleck.” He adjusted his monocle. The atmosphere suddenly became tense as everyone exchanged uneasy glances. Someone in this room… and as my gaze ran over each and every face, none of us looked any less innocent than the other. “So,” I continued, “we’ve called the police, right?” “No…” Lanky Kong gestured for me to follow him. I got up from the sofa and went with him to the kitchen. The first thing I noticed was the reason the police hadn’t been called – the phone had been completely and utterly smashed to pieces. “Right…” I was bewildered. “I see. Presumably the killer did this…” I went back into the lounge. “Okay, guys,” I declared with my best authoritative tone, “I guess our first job is to get some help.” Bowser, who was closest to the door, went to open it with the key that lay on the windowsill. He turned it in the lock and attempted to open the door. Nothing happened. Chunky Kong rolled his eyes. “C’mon, dude, it isn’t that difficult…” He went to the door himself, tried the key again, and when once more nothing happened he tried to force it open. “Stop messing about, guys, just open it,” said Shy Guy, with a shaky voice. I felt equally nervous. How could we not get out…? I sprinted across the hall to the back door in the kitchen, followed closely by Grey Magikoopa, grabbed the key and tried to open this one. Same result. “No… oh god, no… we can’t be locked in here…” And suddenly a blazing light in the hall; I ran back out of the room to see that it seemed to be coming from upstairs. I ran up as fast as my slippers would carry me, the whole cast hot on my heels, and threw open the door to the large bedroom. The light was coming from the far corner of the room where Ludwig’s bed was. I couldn’t look at it for more than a millisecond – the light was blinding – but it appeared to be… covering?... no, consuming his body. After several seconds that seemed more like an eternity, the body was gone, and in its place was a scrap of paper. I ran over and picked it up, my hand shaking, and read out the words that (rather melodramatically) appeared to be written in blood:
I am Ludwig’s killer. I am one of you.
You have until midnight to decide who I am and cast your votes. Whoever is believed by the most of you to be guilty of the murder must be killed.
If you do not kill a suspect, I will kill all of you myself as you sleep tonight.
The killer is on the loose.
***
And that’s how we found ourselves sitting around the lounge, just like last night (it felt like several eternities ago), except this time we were voting on who to kill. It sickened me to the core and I abstained from putting anyone to death, and simply sat in silence while the others declared the names of those they thought were guilty. As time passed it became clear that Grey Magikoopa was the main suspect. In particular, Count Bleck put forward a strong argument; he was convinced that magic was involved in the killing and so there was no other option than Grey Magikoopa. I, too, had magical abilities, but without my wand – I hadn’t been allowed to bring it into the house – I was powerless, so I wasn’t suspected here. Several of the others went along with Bleck’s vote, seeing the logic in his decision, and as the few remaining cast members made their own declarations I began to think about the killing. Who would commit Magikoopa’s murder? Would they, ironically, use a knife? I hoped they’d go for something less violent… just in case they were wrong. Suffocation, perhaps? However, it turned out this wasn’t something that needed to be considered. “I’ll vote for Shy Guy-” Bowser had barely finished the sentence that sealed Magikoopa’s fate – he could no longer be saved – when the same blinding light as before filled the room. Its source was the Magikoopa himself. A terrible scream; and the flight faded away, and Magikoopa was gone. “I…” I swallowed. It was becoming hard to speak. “I… I think they were right about this place being haunted… we aren’t the only ones here. There appear to be spirits at work.” Murmurs of agreement spread around the room, as we all silently prayed we’d made the right decision.
The discovery of Shy Guy’s dead body in his bed the next morning proved that we hadn’t.
