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  The bus pulled up alongside the port as its headlights cut through the rain to illuminate two agents. Both were wearing tailored but plain blue suits, and the taller of the individuals was holding a black umbrella over the pair to shield them from the downpour. A gaggle of agents streamed out of the bus and into the elements, as some were more ready to leave the relative comfort of the bus than others. As soon as the last agent departed, so did the bus, leaving an increasingly soggy convention of tired professionals there in the dark. The smaller woman who had been waiting there reached down by her feet to pull up a lantern. “Come on then, no sense dawdling,” she croaked. The other agent walked with her, towards what looked like a disused cruise ship, bearing the moniker 'The Chaplain.' A murmur went through the crowd. The pair led the group up a ramp and onto the ship, walking them through into the crew quarters close to the entrance. There was a conference room there they had repurposed, complete with an old school slide projector. Around the room was a circle of salt. The smaller woman shuffled up front and stood quietly while the agents seated themselves, some opting to remain standing rather than touch the disused office chairs. Her partner turned on the projector and slid a picture of an old Southern mansion on the screen. She looked back at it, then back at the crowd of agents, then pulled a pack of out a pack to Camel Reds and lit one to calls of protest. “Shush. If this is the worst thing you experience tonight, you’ll be lucky. Just…” The older woman looked past them, staring into a distant past inaccessible to them. After a moment she sighed and put the cigarette out. “How many of you,” she exhaled, “know the name Georgia Binnes?”  Hello and welcome to my game of Mafia. This is a silly little game for thirteen players, that could be you! New players are always welcome. The rules of this game are listed as such. 1. Try to be pleasant. This is a party game, don't kill the vibe. 2. No Krells. Sorry Krell. 3. If you don't post 5 times during the course of a 48-72 hour day you are freely lunchable the following day. 4. Do not post ANYTHING at all after hammer, or what you think to be hammer. Please respect this. 5. You're allowed to post through day actions. 6. Flavor is just flavor. 7. No replacements after D2. 8. Do not quote your role pm in this thread. AT NO POINT MAY YOU SHARE DIRECT OOT COMMUNICATION. this includes screenshots, copy/paste, etc. if you're not sure please ask me. 9. Don't fake day actions. 10. There could be a death miller, but there isn't. 11. Don't edit posts. 12. Join the discord. I endeavor for short days and quick nights as my schedule permits. Hope to see you here  Agents on duty
Novi Morti Opopanax, Sinan Hung, Town Enchainter, was executed day one! ilmucche, The Shadow of Connie Dottes, Mafia Traitor Parasite, was executed day two! Maerlyn, Father Brendan Coleman, Town Vanilla, died night two! wologar, Clancy Carmichael, Mafia Poisoner, was executed day three! Sandwolf, Pylate Combes, Town Thief, has eggxited the game completely on day three! Game Events       ##Curse ##Egg ##Curse Messages "CHOOSE NUMBER, ONE TO THIRTEEN. LOWEST SCUM. NO REPEATS." "Have your eggs swollen? Reddened? Please report to the infirmary." "I have no hair on my tongue. Jen is scum." [url="https:// A̶̪̋͘N̶̢̉̄ ̵̼͕͆̽O̷͈͂ͅM̴̪̑͝Į̶̟͑͘N̸̪̖̉͛O̷͇͐U̶̹͝S̷̘̬̓ ̶̼̹̔P̵̼̎Ó̸͎͇̇R̷̺̠̀̎T̴̎ͅȨ̷̛̖̈N̴̙̬͆̚T̷͙̎ ̴͔̋̐F̴̢̛L̴͎̥̀͆O̴͖̊Ō̶͓̈́D̶̰̣̀Ṡ̶̗͑ ̸̭̈́T̸͆͜Ḫ̷̎Ȇ̸͉ ̶͈͔̂̋Ỉ̴͔͓Ṇ̵̦͐̈́V̴̱̎͗E̷̟̭͐Ś̵̥̔T̷̲̋͗Į̷̦͂G̴̠̽A̷͖͙͐͠T̸̺͖̈́͑O̶̗̯͛̒R̷̢̽Ş̶̥̃'̸̛̖͗ ̷͓̌̔Ḿ̴͕Î̴̝͗N̵͕̓̕D̸̨̨̀͘S̵̤̩͆"] A̶̪̋͘N̶̢̉̄ ̵̼͕͆̽O̷͈͂ͅM̴̪̑͝Į̶̟͑͘N̸̪̖̉͛O̷͇͐U̶̹͝S̷̘̬̓ ̶̼̹̔P̵̼̎Ó̸͎͇̇R̷̺̠̀̎T̴̎ͅȨ̷̛̖̈N̴̙̬͆̚T̷͙̎ ̴͔̋̐F̴̢̛L̴͎̥̀͆O̴͖̊Ō̶͓̈́D̶̰̣̀Ṡ̶̗͑ ̸̭̈́T̸͆͜Ḫ̷̎Ȇ̸͉ ̶͈͔̂̋Ỉ̴͔͓Ṇ̵̦͐̈́V̴̱̎͗E̷̟̭͐Ś̵̥̔T̷̲̋͗Į̷̦͂G̴̠̽A̷͖͙͐͠T̸̺͖̈́͑O̶̗̯͛̒R̷̢̽Ş̶̥̃'̸̛̖͗ ̷͓̌̔Ḿ̴͕Î̴̝͗N̵͕̓̕D̸̨̨̀͘S̵̤̩͆[/url] 
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May 7, 2023 22:23
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YES
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May 7, 2023 22:28
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##vote sandwolf
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May 7, 2023 22:29
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Sandwolf posted:YES
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May 7, 2023 22:35
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I'm a simple man. I see a Somb game and I join even if I haven't played for a year!
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May 7, 2023 22:48
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Opopanax posted:##vote sandwolf ##vote sandwolf
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May 7, 2023 22:49
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Please a let me playa
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May 7, 2023 23:10
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yes
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A somber game  (that's a sign up)
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May 8, 2023 01:08
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Somber Game SOMBER GAME
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May 8, 2023 01:23
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The Passage prepared me for this.
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May 8, 2023 01:34
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I'd love to play
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Vale.
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May 8, 2023 10:53
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Somber game, how could I not join?
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I’m in if there’s room. Wow, Shell is actually playing a mafia game!
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I'm a little shocked we're full this fast. I had originally imagined starting on Friday, but with a full crew I'll try to kick this off in the next 24 hours if it is possible. Anyone who missed out on this, I plan on running a big game this summer and then trying an experimental game in the fall.
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May 8, 2023 15:44
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I hope I can shoot my mason friend again. That was my favourite/least favourite part of my first somber game. ##vote sandwolf
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May 8, 2023 19:11
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My first somber game involved mystery masons sharing a google doc (!) and a murderous escalator. Good poo poo
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Maerlyn posted:My first somber game involved mystery masons sharing a google doc (!) and a murderous escalator. Good poo poo God that game was fun. 
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I think we're missing a couple folks from the discord yet.
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Oh poo poo that's me
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Many years ago, ghosts were a real and present danger to everyone in America. Advances in science and spiritual understanding have reduced the scope of that danger drastically. Now most people don’t remember ‘The Problem’ as it was. However, there are exceptions to every rule, and those exceptions are where the Agents of Post Mortem Affairs operate. Most psychics or talents choose less morbid vocations. It takes a special sort of well-adjusted sicko to confront their mortality on a day to day basis without losing their mind. The one nice thing about this job is that it pays well, especially when you’re rushed out in the middle of the night to a highly sensitive location. It becomes clear as Agent Seigniorage begins her briefing why they had to assemble a team of contractors on the fly. No existing agency would take a job like this, regardless of the value. If not because of the unique physical danger, because of the history. Binnes was a whispered curse, a black mark on the name of psychics. She was presumed dead, but her old projects had a way of popping up with nasty surprises inside. A team of forensic accountants had discovered this asset while assessing documents tied to Binnes’ former agency, nested in a number of shell companies like a Matryoshka. There was no telling what possible purpose Binnes had for a vessel of this size, nor why this was such a high priority that agents had been dispatched immediately, but a storm blowing in off the coast meant that if they stuck around for the job, it would be exceedingly difficult to leave. Agent Kirchhoff loomed over the projector as she managed the slides, putting up various visual aides to accompany the presentation, like the number of reported missing passengers over the year, an approximate assessment of the vessel’s condition, and a spreadsheet for the payout bonuses on this job. They lingered longest on that one, before moving into the conditions for completion of the assignment. There was a lengthy document projected up onto the whiteboard, but Seigniorage didn’t bother looking at it. Kirchhoff stirred uncomfortably as Seigniorage stared at the crew in front of her. “We don’t know what this place is, or to what extent Binnes was operating out of it.” Seigniorage put a hand to her tight silver bun. “No one is saying this part out loud, but it’s suspicious as hell that we just dug this up. I don’t care how good our people are, this place was a secret for decades.” The projected document was changed out to a layout of the ship, complete with a cheery ‘you are here’ red dot. “That doesn’t change the plan. We go room by room, we move together, we follow protocol. We stay safe, and everyone goes home. You want to leave, you go now and another bus will be by soon enough. I need everyone in on this all the way or it doesn’t work.” The room stayed silent. Seigniorage sighed and it was hard to tell if it was with relief or regret. “Fair enough. Alright, let’s get to wo-” The lights flickered, then failed. There was a panicked scurry of furniture. A few angry shouts echoed throughout the small room. Every agent felt their soul buckle under the pressure of a phantasm, but it did not wish to be seen. When the lights came back on, they had only been in the darkness for less than a minute. It was enough time for something, or someone, to pick Agent Seigniorage up and nail them through the wall with what looked like a curtain rod. They were already dead, a confused expression on their face. Kirchhoff found a break in the salt line. Had it always been there? She said there was no chance. For the agents' part, they could do little else other than have the good courtesy to appear mollified or suspicious by turn. A traitor? Seigniorage having invoked the story of Ravenswood made it seem all too clear. There were dark rumors, muttered amongst agents and almost no one else, of this kind of parasite. Much like how the hairworm parasite will encourage its grasshopper host to jump towards a watery grave, these agents would pull their team towards disaster, emerging to reap the benefits of an insured partner and a generous grievance stipend. In a profession this deadly, there was no room to not trust your partner. After all, if you could leave someone to die, couldn’t they do the same to you? Most people outside of the profession didn’t understand exactly what a monster Binnes was. To be devoured by a spirit of death was to have your ego, your essence, your memories, consumed alive. Even those who happened to have the strength of soul to survive such an assault were fated to carry that pain forward, condemned to carry the curse of afterlife. Every junior agent had to watch the training video of the Rockwell agent that managed to survive a split second contact with a specter. They talked about experiencing their first memory in that moment, still a child, walking up behind their mother in the kitchen. Even with their face blurred out, you could hear the tears as they spoke the next part, about how when their mother turned around they could only see the hungry spirit in her face. The artificial voice disguising cracked with feedback as they said they couldn’t remember mother’s face anymore, not at all. Even pictures appeared wrong, they said, even pictures. The past is the past though, and now we turn our attention towards the massive series of engines on this vessel, stoked to life by an unseen hand. The ship lurched into motion with a horrible groan and then there was no turning back. DAY 1 BEGINS!  Votecount for Day 1  Not Voting (13): Bifauxnen, Deadbeat Dad, Ignatius M. Meen, ilmucche, Jen X, Maerlyn, Opopanax, PlasticAutomaton, Sandwolf, Shellception, Snooze Cruise, Toalpaz, wologarWith 13 alive, it's 7 votes to execute. The current deadline is May 11th, 2023 at 10:01 p.m. EDT -- that's in about 2 days, 7 hours.
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ilmucche posted:##vote sandwolf I swear to loving god if you pull this poo poo all game dude
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What, voting u? I'm oooh a ghost...! Or a psychic a ghost psychic
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Sandwolf posted:I swear to loving god if you pull this poo poo all game dude It's a vote of friendship. We're on a ship, so I wanted to make a vote of friendship, but fine. ##unvote
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Hi! Checking in. I got a cool N0 thingamajig, so whoever you are, thank you 
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God I missed Somber games.
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ilmucche posted:##vote sandwolf Hmm, he makes a valid point.
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Shellception posted:Hi! Checking in. Gifting items to scum, smh.
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wologar posted:Gifting items to scum, smh. What a scum slip, already knows who the scum are
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Toalpaz posted:What, voting u? hm, highly suspicious to be a ghost in this game about how ghosts are evil
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PlasticAutomaton posted:God I missed Somber games.
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ok so ghost is evil third party and then we have a bunch of mafia baddies who are betraying us for insurance money, seems simple enough
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I'm currently sitting in a hospital lobby waiting for my mom to get out of surgery, I have nothing better to do than frantically shitpost for the next few hours at least.Toalpaz posted:What, voting u? What Pokemon are you? You can haunt me if you want, I don't mind
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May 9, 2023 18:51
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Shellception posted:Hi! Checking in. If only I were as beloved as Shell 
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my character is fun, i am jeanie, social media star by day and super ghost hunting agent by night! i get more powerful the more followers i get, use the action ##follow snooze cruise to power me up!!!
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I'm this one
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Toalpaz posted:
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