Ultimate Kaos IV: We're Releasing On Time [Recruitment Closed, Game Starts Sept. 3rd]

[Darkcomet]

I'll never give up! Uncle Festy's control of death must be eliminated!

RAR!

[Deathslayer7]

Fin hasnt been on the board in ages. and should porbably have been auto-lynched by now.

anyway. oh where oh where did that deathslayer go?

points at Festy's command of death

[Jontom Xire]

Enough with the silly non-lynch points. I go with Fin because there are night kills going on and I don't want to be targetted, so let's lynch the killers! Here's hoping Fin is one.

[Freshmeat]

Fin and stuff.

[Uncle Festy]

Ok, gone for 48 hours.
Happy, the update is yours.

[Uncle Festy]

…well that worked.
Happy? You there?

[happyturtle]

>.<

D'oh....

I... completely forgot. Murska, why didn't you poke me or something?

[Murska]

Because, uh, someone exploded a dagger in my gut?

[Uncle Festy]

Don't worry, it happens to all of us.
Even me.
*looks back over track record of narration posting times*
… er, especially me.
You mind doing it now? Not sure I have time tonight.

[happyturtle]

End of Day.... eh, I've lost count.

It wasn't easy being a paladin in a city run by a kaotic evil necromancer, but he was damn sure going to try his best. Evil needed to be smited, and he was just the man to smite it.

It wasn't his fault that his search for evil to smite often led him to the bad side of town. And maaaaybe, when he was questioning the local *ahem* "personal service providers", he often found it most convenient to do so from their bedrooms. After paying the ladies for their services, of course. And tipping generously.

Of course, by the time he got around to following up on any leads, the trail had often gone cold. So it really wasn't his fault that he hadn't smitten any evil at all since breaking out of prison. Was it?

Occasionally he found himself at the wrong bedroom at the wrong time. Sometimes it led him to hiding in a closet or under the bed until he could sneak out. Sometimes it led to accusations from the wronged husband and tears from the cheating wife while the naughty paladin covered himself with a pillow and tried to pretend it wasn't there. Sometimes it led to black eyes or broken bones.

And one time it led to him being tossed out of a window to land impaled on a cast iron fence.

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Fin was murdered by a jealous husband. He was Mordokai "Unicode" Mayer.

Night whatever the hell it is starts now and ends in 24 hours...

[Uncle Festy]

And the final five…
Opeth? Jontom? Freshmeat? Murska? Bookworm?
Prepare… to prove yourselves.

[Murska]

I already have, dear Festy. My tonight's plan is to blow your head up... with a headache!

[happyturtle]

[Uncle Festy]

Ok.
Too much to do tonight, not enough time.
I'm closing off actions at 10:00 so I can figure out what happened and write up a scene for tomorrow.
I hope. >.<

[Uncle Festy]

*sighs*
I know what I want to write, but I really don't have time to write it.
Update will come ASAP, this weekend at the latest.

[Uncle Festy]

...
Gone for 48 hours. Update will hopefully be Monday night.
Sorry, guys, my computer crashed.

[happyturtle]

The Empress rises from her grave and smirks at the Mayor's office.

"If you want me to stay dead, you're going to have to do your job. Where's the update?"

[Murska]

Update! UPDATE! Update! UPDATE!

[happyturtle]

Won't someone PLEASE think of the children?!

[Mordokai]

WHAT?! I've cleaned them up, fed them, put them to bed, give them their teddy bear... what else am I supposed to do?

[happyturtle]

WHAT?! I've cleaned them up, fed them, put them to bed, give them their teddy bear... what else am I supposed to do?

Don't you mean "fed on them"?

[Mordokai]

Details, details

I'd fed on the narrator, but he seems kinda pale. In fact, he doesn't seem to be around at all... lot of good that does me

[happyturtle]

Is it time to threaten to lynch Festy in every game until we get the update?

[Mordokai]

That won't help much either.

He's dead all around the place

[Uncle Festy]

Braaaains…
Ok, but srsly, life's been crazy.
I have some spare time tonight, so shooting for an update within the next 90 minutes. If not? Over the weekend.
Oh dear, and I need to start Ravnica too… >.<

[Darkcomet]

Blar!

Don't make me rise from the dead again, Festy...

[Mordokai]

*yawns and pours a galon of holy water over Festy*

And I'm keeping doing it until there's only ashes left or we get an update, whichever comes first.

[Uncle Festy]

Jontom Xire slid his way through the streets of the city. He didn't like walking this late, but the bus had turned into a hippopotamus, so it wasn't like he had any choice –
And Opeth Freak leapt from the shadows, sinking a dagger into Jontom's back.
Jontom stopped in his tracks.
Opeth pulled the dagger out, grinning… and then stared at Jontom's still-immobile form. "Hey, buddy. You gonna fall over now or something?"
Jontom failed to respond.
Opeth shrugged. "Eh, whatever. Not my problem." He turned around, and strolled nonchalantly away from Jontom.
Something rustled behind him.
Opeth spun around, just in time to be bowled over by Jontom – but something had changed. Jontom's eyes were a blood red, and his incisors extended into sharpened fangs. "You fool," he whispered into Opeth's ear. "I am Lord Jontom de Sanguine. How did you expect to harm me with a mere – urk."
Jontom's expression suddenly shifted from malice to pain. "No," he groaned, "no, this isn't possible! How… I can't… oh gods, why does this always happen to me…" And with that, Jontom collapsed.
Opeth's heartbeat gradually slowed. He pushed Jontom's corpse off of him, stood, pulled out his dagger and gazed at it contemplatively. "Well, huh. Who woulda thought that washing my dagger with garlic would save my life?"


Elsewhere, Murska's house was being infiltrated. Again.
Freshmeat stepped inside, gun already drawn. Murska, as usual, was waiting for him, a small object clutched in his right hand.
"So, once again, someone tries to take my life. And, once again, I wouldn't suggest trying it."
Freshmeat smirked, wryly. "What, did you rig my gun with explosives too?"
Murska grinned sheepishly as he broke Freshmeat's gaze. "Well, uh, yeah, I do. But I, er… I kinda lost the trigger."
"Wait, what?" said Freshmeat.
"Never mind!" says Murska, suddenly all smiles. "Because this time, I've rigged myself with explosives!" He waves the small object in his hand. "It's a deadman switch. Kill me, and this whole place explodes!"
"… right," says Freshemeat. "So, yeah. If you don't mind, I'm just gonna leave now."
"But of course," smirks Murska. "That's what I wanted after all… a… ah… ah… CHOO!"
He lowers his hand from his face. "Right, now where was I?"
But Freshmeat is frozen, eyes locked on Murska's right hand. Murska follows his gaze, to his open palm… with the released deadman switch inside.
"Oh, shi –"

KRAKOOOOOOM!!!


A full moon, nearly set, illuminates the darkened city. Opeth slowly walks down the street, an open ledger in one hand and a pen in the other. Bookworm walks in the other direction, holding an old cellphone.
Opeth grins as he scribbles something in the ledger and snaps it shut. Across from him, Bookworm dials a number on his phone.
"Mission accomplished," says Opeth, to himself. "The Chaotic forces in this city have been reduced to equal those of the Lawful contingent."
"Yes, sir," says Bookworm into the phone. "We have secured control of the city."
The two look up, suddenly noticing each other.
"… so, do we both win now?" asks Bookworm.
"There's nothing in the rules against it, so… yeah, I guess so," replies Opeth.
"Sweet!" says Bookworm. "We win!"
The two pull back for an epic hi-five…
"You'd think so." A voice, deep and scratchy, comes from a shadowed alleyway. "But you'd be wrong." Moonlight glints off of a scythe… and Uncle Festy steps forward.
"So you're the one behind all this!" gasps Opeth.
"No, not exactly. I'm more of a… final boss, let us say. You, Bookworm. You think you rule this city? Well, I'm still the mayor! And you, Opeth. You think you've eliminated all Chaos in this city? Well, what am I, chopped liver?"
"Wait, you're not a sliced up internal organ?" says Opeth.
"Shut up. As I was saying, if you want to win, you'll have to go through me first."
Bookworm shakes his head. "Come now, let's try and be diplomatic about this."
Festy barks out a laugh. "Diplomacy? With an incarnation of Kaos? I don't see how you plan on managing that."
"Then you clearly haven't met my ambassador." Bookworm whips out a powerful-looking Revolver and fires it straight at Festy's head. The necromancer's neck whips backwards with the force of impact, and he looks up again just in time to take another bullet to the face. Bookworm smirks, reloads, and fires –
"Kaos Transmute!"
Festy raises his hand, catching the rosebud flying at him with ease. "Yeah, that's not happening." He leaps forward, raises his scythe…*and lops of Bookworm's head. Bookworm's body collapses, which Festy kicks. "You thought you could stand against Kaos? Well, you were wrong. Nothing can –"
"Dead Ringer, bitch!" Bookworm suddenly shifts into visibility, shoving a pocketknife into the necromancer's back. Festy snarls in pain, spinning around and jabbing Bookworm in the chest with the butt of his scythe. Bookworm goes over backwards, and Festy raises his scythe –
And Opeth Freak grabs Uncle Festy's wrist.
Festy sighs. "Alright, this whole 'whoops, you're a moron!' gag is getting old, so let's cut to the chase. What, exactly, is this supposed to do?"
"Four words," says Bookworm. "I initiate a grapple."
Festy's eyes widen in shock. "…n… no…" he whispers. "I… this can't… I won't…" He falls to his knees, wrist still caught in Opeth's grip.
"Nicely done," says Bookworm, reaching out to Opeth. The Rules Lawyer helps the Spy stand. "Well, that's that, I guess."
"No…"
Festy slowly stands, eyes glowing with dark energy. "No. I will not be held." He locks eyes with Opeth. "I am the lord of Kaos, the master of Death. I am entropy and enthalpy incarnate. I will not be held by your simple rules!" He pulls his hand from Opeth's slackening grip. "BOW BEFORE ME, MORTALS!" Festy raises his scythe, cackling madly, as Opeth and Bookworm are slowly dragged to their knees.
And then, from behind him, someone begins applauding. Slowly. "Well done, Festy. Well done, to all of you. Your services have been commendable, but they are… no longer needed."
Uncle Festy turns around, slowly. "So. At long last, you show yourself. It's about time I was able to get my revenge on you."
"Oh, no, it's far too late for that." Mustiado steps out of the shadows, shaking his head while smirking. "You see, when I reached this city, the power of the Heart of Kaos began draining away." Mustiado pulls the dull gemstone from his pocket. "But as it did so, the power of Kaos began growing around us. Your efforts, as well as those of Bookworm, Opeth, and their…*contemporaries… only helped to accelerate the process. And now –"
"DAMMIT! NO EXPOSITION!" screams Festy, swinging his scythe at Mustiado.
Mustiado steps backwards, raising the Heart of Kaos – and in a flash of multicolored light, Festy is gone. In his place is a cute, undead rabbit holding a rubber scythe. "What?" squeaks the rabbit. "I… I don't understand…"
Mustiado shakes his head. "You should have let me finish." Mustiado gestures to the Heart… which isn't quite as dim as it first appeared. "You see, the Heart wasn't losing power. It was giving power to the environment around it, forming an equilibrium so that the Heart could actually exist. And now, with the Kaos of the city reaching unheard-of levels? The Heart now holds enough power to reclaim the rest!"
"Um…" says Opeth, "… that makes no sense whatsoever."
"Shut up," says Mustiado.
"No, really, that's totally illogical," adds Bookworm.
"Shut. UP!" shouts Mustiado.
"I mean seriously," chuckles Opeth, "Kaotic equilibrium between a gemstone and an entire plane? That's ridiculous!"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" screams Mustiado. "You want to see ridiculous? I'll show you ridiculous when I've drained the very life force out of your pitiful worthless bodies!"
"… Ok, villain with superweapon ranting about destroying them all?" the rabbit mutters. "That would be my cue to leave. Plane Shift!" The rabbit formerly known as Festy disappears, but Mustiado doesn't seem to notice. He's holding the Heart above his head, kaotic energies swirling around him in a rough sphere, growing, expanding, filling the entire city –
Until a blinding flash of light engulfs it all.
And then all that remains of the city is a perfect half-sphere shaped crater and Mustiado, pulsating Heart held above his head. He smirks. "Well. That took long enough. Now, then. Kaos Teleport."
And then there is silence.

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Summary

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Jontom Xire was killed thanks to bad luck. He was Adrean Halley De Sanguine.
Murska blew himself up, taking Freshmeat with him. Murska was the Demoman, and Freshmeat was Lady Diamonda Octavo.
The Lawful players have outnumbered the non-Lawful players, which means Opeth Freak wins!
Team RED has outnumbered all other players, which means The Bookworm wins!

Rule teims!

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Kyouhen:

You are Sergeant David Stone.



You’ve played this game before. Different players, different pieces, different moves, but the game’s always the same – you against the world. And with odds like those, you’re not willing to tolerate anyone who’s too eager to flip sides. Besides, flip-flopping makes you queasy.



Each night, you may choose a player. That player is considered removed from the game for that night and the following day. They may not use or be targeted by night actions, and they cannot vote, speak, or be lynched the following day. You win the game once all mobsters and neutrals are removed from the game.

The Firey Tower:

You are Mayor “Redeye” Salazar.



You’ve never been good at making friends, and your left eye, red and bloodshot, didn’t make it any easier. So you decided that it would be easier to buy your friends instead. You’ve bought your way into affluence, into influence, and into office, and you’ll buy your way through this chaos if it kills you.



If you would be targeted by a night action, instead that action is voided and you bane and daybane the player who used that action. However, you can only bribe your way to safety three times per night, so if you would need to bribe more that three players, you bribe three random players instead. You win if you survive.

Selrahc:

You are Doctor “Weasel” Cheddarson.



You’re an old hand at this mafia business. As a Doctor specializing in “no questions asked” injuries, you’ve declared yourself neutral territory. That doesn’t mean everyone stays out of your hair, though, and you know enough to make sure that if the cops – or the hit men – come knocking, it’ll be on someone else’s door.



Every other night, you may choose another player. If you would be targeted that night, the chosen player is targeted instead. You win if you survive.

Freshmeat:

You are Madame Rubeira Octavo



Once, you and your sister were the two greatest mystics in the country. But Esmerelda got involved in one of the Mafias, and you… well, you ran into a ghost that wouldn’t go away. But this is no ordinary ghost. This is a vengeful spirit, and it doesn’t plan on going away until you get revenge. If only it could remember who it wanted revenge on…



At the end of each day, your spirit whispers to you some vague recollection about who it wants killed. At night, you may choose a player for your spirit to kill. You win once your spirit gets revenge and leaves you alone.

Deathslayer7:

You are Lord Dominar De Sanguine.



You are a vampire, and one of the world’s few remaining mythic creatures. You have come seeking domination of this city, and will not rest until you – or one of your children – rules supreme. Well, rules supreme over a bunch of corpses. But that’s ok too.



Each day, you may choose a player. At the end of the day, that player will be asked if they will let you into their house. If they accept, you will pass the gift of the vampire onto them. You, however, die in the process – though your spirit remains and can counsel the new vampire. The chosen player gains all of your abilities – including this one – as well as keeping their own abilities. If they use this ability, the new vampire can speak to both of you, and gains both of your actions. In addition, each vampire survives the first time they would otherwise die. You and your children win the game if you eliminate all but one other player.

Wolfbane:

You are Murska “Eyeball” Greenyham.



You’re a backstabber, through and through. You thrive on betraying those whose trust you’ve earned. Oh, and you’re a green eyeball, not that anyone else seems to notice.



Up to two times each night, you may choose a player and a role name. If the chosen player has the chosen role, they are killed. You win if you eliminate all but one other player.

You are Team BLU.



As a massive, pancontinental corporation of doom, you obviously want to muscle in on this insignificant, slum-filled city. Your job is to take over, and too bad for any policemen or mobsters who get in your way.



Your team has been assigned:



One Sniper (Hyozo). The sniper is a master marksman, whose sharpshooting cannot be stopped. Each night, the Sniper can kill a single player. That kill cannot be voided or baned.

One Spy (Bookworm). The spy is a paragon of infiltration, unseeable and unstoppable. Each night, the Spy can disguise himself as whatever role he wants and sneak behind enemy lines to scry a single player. In addition, he can turn invisible once to avoid death.

One Demoman (Murska). The demoman doesn’t need a fancy introduction – he just likes blowing stuff up. Each night, the Demoman can set up bombs around a single player’s house. If that player tries to use a night action, the action is voided and (if the void is successful) the player dies.



You win the game once Team BLU outnumbers or equals all other players.

Bookworm:

You are Team BLU.



As a massive, pancontinental corporation of doom, you obviously want to muscle in on this insignificant, slum-filled city. Your job is to take over, and too bad for any policemen or mobsters who get in your way.



Your team has been assigned:



One Sniper (Hyozo). The sniper is a master marksman, whose sharpshooting cannot be stopped. Each night, the Sniper can kill a single player. That kill cannot be voided or baned.

One Spy (Bookworm). The spy is a paragon of infiltration, unseeable and unstoppable. Each night, the Spy can disguise himself as whatever role he wants and sneak behind enemy lines to scry a single player. In addition, he can turn invisible once to avoid death.

One Demoman (Murska). The demoman doesn’t need a fancy introduction – he just likes blowing stuff up. Each night, the Demoman can set up bombs around a single player’s house. If that player tries to use a night action, the action is voided and (if the void is successful) the player dies.



You win the game once Team BLU outnumbers or equals all other players.¨

… or at least, that’s what you want them to think.

You are The Spy, but not the spy your teammates think you are. In fact, you are the Spy for Team RED – disguised as the Spy for Team BLU. How… clichÈ.

You win the game if Team RED outnumbers or equals all other players.

Murska:

You are Team BLU.



As a massive, pancontinental corporation of doom, you obviously want to muscle in on this insignificant, slum-filled city. Your job is to take over, and too bad for any policemen or mobsters who get in your way.



Your team has been assigned:



One Sniper (Hyozo). The sniper is a master marksman, whose sharpshooting cannot be stopped. Each night, the Sniper can kill a single player. That kill cannot be voided or baned.

One Spy (Bookworm). The spy is a paragon of infiltration, unseeable and unstoppable. Each night, the Spy can disguise himself as whatever role he wants and sneak behind enemy lines to scry a single player. In addition, he can turn invisible once to avoid death.

One Demoman (Murska). The demoman doesn’t need a fancy introduction – he just likes blowing stuff up. Each night, the Demoman can set up bombs around a single player’s house. If that player tries to use a night action, the action is voided and (if the void is successful) the player dies.



You win the game once Team BLU outnumbers or equals all other players.¨

… or at least, that’s what you want them to think.

You are The Demoman of First Person Shouter, reviewing game demos left and right. Though your name comes from TF2, your true allegiance lies with your fellow bloggers. You win the game if the Blog Mafia outnumbers or equals all other players.

You are the Cult of Cthulu.



As venerators of the great abomination who dwells in the depths of R’yleh, you seek domination over this pathetic jumble of shacks and humanity as a staging ground for your master’s return. With Cthulu’s power flowing through your veins, nothing can stand in your way! Well, except kittens.



Your cult includes:



The Master of Sacrifices (Mordokai). The Master is a shadowy figure, procured by the cult due to his skill at obtaining victims – willing or not. Each night, the Master can abduct a single player.

The Bearer of the Dark One’s Eye (Mustiado). The Bearer holds the gem known as the Eye of Cthulu. Each night, he can turn his eye on the player of his choice. That player is protected from death, but his identity is stripped bare for the Dark One to see.

The Keeper of the Dread Portal (Piratemonk). The Keeper guards the most evil doorway in the universe, and to him, all doors are one. Every other night, he can choose two players. If either player would be targeted with a non-kill action, instead that action targets the other player.



You win the game once the Cthulu Cult outnumbers or equals all other players.

Mustiado:

You are the Cult of Cthulu.



As venerators of the great abomination who dwells in the depths of R’yleh, you seek domination over this pathetic jumble of shacks and humanity as a staging ground for your master’s return. With Cthulu’s power flowing through your veins, nothing can stand in your way! Well, except kittens.



Your cult includes:



The Master of Sacrifices (Mordokai). The Master is a shadowy figure, procured by the cult due to his skill at obtaining victims – willing or not. Each night, the Master can abduct a single player.

The Bearer of the Dark One’s Eye (Mustiado). The Bearer holds the gem known as the Eye of Cthulu. Each night, he can turn his eye on the player of his choice. That player is protected from death, but his identity is stripped bare for the Dark One to see.

The Keeper of the Dread Portal (Piratemonk). The Keeper guards the most evil doorway in the universe, and to him, all doors are one. Every other night, he can choose two players. If either player would be targeted with a non-kill action, instead that action targets the other player.



You win the game once the Cthulu Cult outnumbers or equals all other players.

… or at least, that’s what you want them to think.

You are The Bearer of the Dark One’s Eye, but you do not hold the eye of Cthulu. In truth, you hold the Eye of Vecna. As a member of the Cult of Vecna, you have infiltrated the Cult of Cthulu to ensure they do not gain too much power and to steal their lunch money.



You win the game once the Cult of Vecna outnumbers or equals all players.

Piratemonk:

You are the Cult of Cthulu.



As venerators of the great abomination who dwells in the depths of R’yleh, you seek domination over this pathetic jumble of shacks and humanity as a staging ground for your master’s return. With Cthulu’s power flowing through your veins, nothing can stand in your way! Well, except kittens.



Your cult includes:



The Master of Sacrifices (Mordokai). The Master is a shadowy figure, procured by the cult due to his skill at obtaining victims – willing or not. Each night, the Master can abduct a single player.

The Bearer of the Dark One’s Eye (Mustiado). The Bearer holds the gem known as the Eye of Cthulu. Each night, he can turn his eye on the player of his choice. That player is protected from death, but his identity is stripped bare for the Dark One to see.

The Keeper of the Dread Portal (Piratemonk). The Keeper guards the most evil doorway in the universe, and to him, all doors are one. Every other night, he can choose two players. If either player would be targeted with a non-kill action, instead that action targets the other player.



You win the game once the Cthulu Cult outnumbers or equals all other players.

… or at least, that’s what you want them to think.

You are The Keeper of the Dread Portal, a member of a secret mob of Doormen. (Yes, really.) Your mafia controls all passage through all doors in the city, and your job is to control the Dread Portal, most ominous of all doorways.



You win the game once the Doorman Mafia outnumbers or equals all other players.

Recaiden:

You are Davie “Powderhead” Cologne.



You’re the drug dealer of the Cologne Mafia. Everyone who comes your way leaves in a happy daze, unpredictable and untrackable. You’ve made plenty of cash selling your “powdered happiness” to everyone with the dough to buy it, and this chaos isn’t gonna get in your way.



Each night, you may choose a player other than yourself. All actions made by and targeting that player have their targets randomized instead. You win once the Cologne Mafia outnumbers or equals all other players.

Billtodamax:

You are Madame Esmerelda Octavo



Once, you and your sister were the two greatest mystics in the country. But after your sister disappeared, you joined the Gypsy Mafia. Your talents lend themselves to communing with the dead to see what they were in life – though this is rarely a pleasant revalation.



Once each night (starting on the second night) you may commune with the spirit of a night-killed player to see what their role was in life. You win if the Gypsy Mafia outnumbers or equals all other players.

Darkcomet:

You are Lady Diamonda Octavo



Your daughters fool themselves into thinking that their dabblings with dark magic are significant, but you know the truth. While they cast around, seeking out the whispers of ghosts and spirits, you cut out the middleman. With the help of the Shadow Mafia, your work is in the darkest of all magics – pieomancy necromancy.



Every other night, starting on the second night, you may call the spirit of a player killed at night back to their body, restoring them to life. You win once the Shadow Mafia outnumbers all other players.

Jontom Xire:

You are Adrean Halley.

The world is out to get you, you're sure of it. Everyone wants you dead, the universe is rigged against you, and you've dropped your toast butter-side down. AGAIN.

You win the game if you survive.

Opeth Freak:

You are the Rules Lawyer.

You really can't stand the chaos in this city. Pointing at narrators? Lynching species? Shaving kittens? It's getting ridiculous, and it's time for you to lay down the law.

You may not break the rules of the game (point at real players, point every day, don't do anything absurd, ect.) In addition, each night, you may kill a single player that publicly broke the rules in the thread.

You win once the Lawful players equal or outnumber all other players.

Fin:

You are Mordokai "Unicode" Mayer.

People call you Unicode because you don't really have one – a code, that is. You pretty much just do whatever you feel is right – as long as the baddies end up dead. Others don't feel that way, though –*especially when they're the mayor and find you in bed with their daughter.

But that's all behind you now that you're out of jail, and it's back to flirting smiting for you!

Each night, you may choose a player and either Detect Evil or Smite Evil. If you use the former, you will be informed if the chosen player is good, neutral, or evil. If you use the latter, and your target is evil, they die. If your target is neutral, you cannot use any night actions on the next night. If the target is good, you cannot use any night actions for two nights.

You win once the Good players equal or outnumber all other players.

Turbo-commentary!

In Kaos, everyone is neutral.

This cracked me up. Because this is actually the basic concept of the game.
Basically, everyone's win condition was to be one of the two last people standing – but they didn't know it.
As for the roles? Let's be honest, most of them were just me amusing myself… and, as per usual, testing out a couple of role ideas. All of which got killed, as usuall.
Oh, but two role explanations are in order. First, Freshmeat's role: He was possessed by the spirit of a psychotic mass-murderer, who wouldn't be happy until everyone (or almost everyone) was dead.
Secondly, Jontom's role: Adrean Halley. Well…*Adrean is apparently latin for Dark, and Halley is a Comet. So… I wonder who that role was inspired by?
DC's role was the Gamebreaker. His job was to survive, but unlike everyone else, he would automatically end the game if there were THREE people left, thereby breaking the game's very concept. That was Happy's idea, IIRC. ^^
To counter his ability, we made him unbaneable and starting each day with 1 point. That's why when he was recruited and got the dodge death ability (which is basically an autobane) it didn't work.
So yeah, that pretty much wraps up what I want to say for now. I'll be back in a few days with trophies of some sort.
Happy? You want to comment?
… oh, and that reminds me. Happy, you were a kickass co-narrator. You've totally got dibs on co-narrating UKV, if you want it.
That's a ways down the line though… eh.

Whoof. And ITS OVAR!
Comments? Thoughts? How were the roles? How were the narrations? How was my punctuality? Would you play again? Would you trick your friends into joining the madness? Can I have some cake? Ectcetera, ectcetera…

EDIT: Just looked at my post.
Note to self –*stop writing so much… >_<

[Darkcomet]

I wonder if anyone noticed my role reveal after the lynching death incident.

Also, I am the one who resurrected Festy.

[Uncle Festy]

And Hyozo was the one who killed Happy.
Epic Duel FTW! ^^