The City I - Metropolitan Mayhem (Game Started(Autolynch Replacements accepted))

[The Bushranger]

"Oh, I should be home around nine-ish," Patrick says, eyeing the clock. "Maybe a bit earlier. Assuming nothing comes up, of course. But I'll see you then, love," he says, his smile broad and almost able to be heard.

[IXI FatTony IXI]

The door to the small apartment opens Joey turns to see Tony in the door.
"Joey how's Mr. P.I doing
"He's on the phone, I think? I mean i cant get a good angle withe theese"waving his binoculars above his head.
"Good, did the wire tap work yeah?"
Oh yeah, just some broad i turned it off pretty quick the amount of "Lovey Dovey" is terminal... also surprisingly long pauses between replies sometime they stop talking for whole minutes?
O.K but turn i back on you might miss something.
Tony paces the room before dozing off on the couch gun by his side hat over his eyes.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Count me in.

[Deathslayer7]

all right then. I'll see you at nine. she says. Love you.

[The Bushranger]

"You too, Sarah," Patrick says, smiling happily, and making a mental note to leave work a little early that evening, and stop by the chocolatier's on the way home.

[TheLaughingMan]

Bushranger, you've made yourself a powerful enemy!

They'll call it, 'Organised Grime'."

An even more powerful enemy!

[lostlittlebear]

(@TheLaughingMan: Film noir? I approve and add my own two cents worth.)

You know the rain you see in picture books? The sort of light picturesque drizzles that make for nice photo-ops and draw crowds of annoyingly happy young people into the open to frolic about?

Well that's not what the rain in THIS city's like.

The rain here's like some soul-crushing, life-drenching deluge of sheer godly hate. This rain doesn't fall in sheets - it falls in bloody two-ton trucks and somehow worms its way through the cracks of every goddamn ceiling in this rotting pile of refuse they call a "metropolis".

I hate the rain.

But more than that - I hate the memories that the rain brings.

Rain batters itself into mad lines on the windows of my and they look like the veins of the drug addicts that OD and are found dead in some grimy corner by some panicked 911-er - and I remember...

...tropical monsoons spent huddling in fear under steaming jungle canopies, desperately pouring over outdated maps and half forgotten trails that led to the border and extraction and safety...

Rain hammers itself onto my leaky roof and it sounds like the rumble of distant gunfire and the screams of a mother asking why her son won't come back home tonight - and I remember...

...waiting in the undergrowth in the dead of night listening to the sound of boots breaking jungle branches and praying oh god please don't look this way just pass just pass just pass...

Rain drills itself into my concrete ceiling and it smells like the tang of metal and gunsmoke and blood and burnt rubber at the scene of a drive-by killing - and I remember...

...desperately bandaging shattered arms and legs and torsos as my patients bit their uniform collars to keep from screaming and the stench of their blood and their deaths on my hands...

Rain tumbles itself onto my naked scalp and it feels like the cold sweat on my skin from my night terrors and the empty glasses that are my demons and my salvation - and I remember...

...how the jungle floor scraped against my skin as they dragged me half conscious into the waiting 'copter and the cool torrent running down my chest and leg and filling my boots with blood...

Goddamnit.

I hate this city.

[TheLaughingMan]

Three tales for the price of one! Good luck, LLB.

[Ramsus]

Hey, Fat Tony linked this game over at Rutscarn's blog so I figured I'd sign up.

While I believe I understood what I read this would be my first game of this type that was anywhere near this complicated and I would appreciate it if someone could pm me some of the basic rules, for example like what voiding is.

[billtodamax]

Void - To stop someone taking any action that night. In some interpretations, this may also mean not discussing the game, and it may mean not posting or voting during the day.

Bane - To protect someone from a kill from any source.

Scry - To learn someone's role. Sometimes will come with a high chance of failure, making it a Fool's scry, and functionally useless.

Kill - ...I'm not explaining kill.


So yeah. Basic terms. Any other questions?

[Murska]

In this game, a day void means you cannot use day actions, post at day or discuss the game during that day. A night void means you cannot take any actions.

[Odd Fielding]

I will echo Ramsus in that I was indirectly drawn to join this game by the actions of Rutskarn. And more to the point, I will echo him in saying that I would like to sign up for it.

Another prediction: for some reason in this particular post I will feel constrained by my choice of words to do no more than predict my own actions. However, I expect I will feel the strong implication to be enough.

[happyturtle]

Yay! Fresh meat!

You may find these posts helpful. Before the game, you can ask any questions you like in this thread. After the game starts, it's recommended that you PM the narrators, Murska and billtodamax, as everyone in the game will be completely untrustworthy.

[(name here)]

Do the non-special mafia and gang members get a collective vote-kill in the night phase or not?

[Murska]

No, non-special gang/mafia are just normal villagers. None of the three teams are necessarily the 'good guys' per se, Vigilante just starts with a majority of villagers.

[Ramsus]

Thanks, that pretty much cleared up all of my questions.

[Tasroth]

Well, you want lots of players, and I'm down to one game at the moment.

In.

[Logarr]

This looks like it will be a very interesting game of WW. In.

[Murska]

Thirty seven. Just a bunch more, people. Over 40 means we don't need to cut off too much. Come one, come all!

[Gryffon]

I agree Marcie. Let's get out of here. I need a drink.

[Diva De]

Marcie blinks. It's the first time Alyssa has invited her to do anything social. She tucks her hair behind her ear and nods, trying to keep her face from turning bright red. Sure. I know this dive downtown, full of good Irish folks. O'Clanahan's. She fetches the van keys from her pocket and climbs in. She turns the key and the big diesel engine roars to life.

[The Bushranger]

As the evening wears on, Patrick finally gets his office organised in a semblence of how he wants it. No calls for business, but that's to be expected; the first day open isn't always cases, gunshots and dames swooning over you...

Speaking of dames, he thinks, a smile growing on his face as he locks the front door, having closed for the night, humming to himself as he turns and heads torwards home and Sarah, the chocolatier's beckoning on the way.

[Murska]

Three more for the minimum goal I'd like. Come on, people, we have tons of awesome roleplayers, tons of awesome players and tons of to-be-revealed-as-awesome newbies playing! Come join the fun! Besides, I'd like to think the game's okay-ish aswell.

[Chaotic Bob]

I'll raise my hand to join.

[Ghanz Nmi]

Very all-star caste! I want in! I'll be the noob that dies on Day 1!

[billtodamax]

Look at those guys joining! I bet they know something you don't! There's probably going to be free ice cream if you join the game. They didn't want to tell you. Didn't think you were good enough for free ice cream. They thought they were better than you! You better show them what's what and join.

[Griever]

I'll join....

[Murska]

And that's 40! I'll keep recruiting until next weekend, during which I'll start it. Still hoping for a bunch more; remember: More players - More roles get used.

[IXI FatTony IXI]

Murska by next wekend do you mean Sat or Sun?

P.S to do night actions we just P.M you dont we

Why the hell did you highlight this?

[happyturtle]

Fat Tony's a wolf! He has a night action!