My Commanding Officer has instructed me to say the following: "YES, I want to participate" Really, though, I'm in. Also, Damon, the block of rules that you copied and pasted into your original post still says to PM Hylius if someone wants to host a game, although I am prohibited from quoting the section, as I can't quote a moderator (again, ). ##SIGNS UP
....just..... Yeah, I'll change that...anyways, we're halfway there folks! only 10 more people needed to get this party started! I'll be sending around PM's to those who signed up to remind you that you did () shortly. If you haven't already, please ask your friends to sign up as well! The more people the merrier!
I would be interested if this started some time in January. I won't be able to do it over the holidays because I'll be out of town visiting family and then on vacation.
Aaaaaannnnnndddd we're back! Welp, looks like we're not getting anymore peeps, so this will probably be it! Expect PM's in a few days confirming your participation and we'll get this party started!
Backstory The air on Trondheim was just as dusty as it ever was. Even in 3049, the volcanic activity that started in 3022 left a mark on the landscape; much of the areas now owned by the Skajdborg Mercenary Corps was still covered in ash, patches of grasses fighting to stay alive. It was here, in a dusty mead hall on the outskirts of Misby Flatts, that many of the Skjaldborg gathered for a round of mead. The drink, popular amongst the Rasalhagueians itself, was practically idolized by most of the Merc Corps. After all, many of the companies owned their own honey farms on or off world for said purpose of making mead. Off-duty officers and enlisted would come to gather at this hall for laughs, drinks, and to meet and greet whenever their RCO granted them shore leave - which was pretty much every night. As the last customer rolled in, the booze started coming out in droves. “I propose a toast!” Tarkfu announced, raising his glass as he did so. “To all those Dragon bastards; don’t worry, we’ll keep your mead safe for you!” Cheers rose across the hall as Sardonic guzzled his drink with manly fortitude. “Next round is on Tuna!” “Oh HELLS no!! It’s Damon’s turn, he always weasel’s out of it!” An empty chair where the Kapten normally sat brought silence to the Löjtnant. “Damn, he did it again...” “Oh yeah, he said he had to go somewhere...something about ‘moderation’...who knows what he’s up to...again.” Just as Conloach finished, the lights throughout the bar went out. The mercs were not unprepared. They’d gone through dozens of drunken-bar-fight senarios before; it was required training. Many reached for guns only to find...they weren’t there! They forgot, you had to check all weapons at the entrance ever since Skoll threw a temper tantrum last time... Something about pastel equines... After five minutes of scrambling, swearing, and crashing the lights finally came back on to reveal the trainwreck. The room had been torn to pieces, and in the confusion it looked like several chairs and tables had been upended, their contents spilled all over the ground. “Alright gents, let's get back to the base...we’ve made enough of a mess tonight.” As Tuonela made his way out however, he found the bulkhead doors...locked? “Oh shi-” Tuonela tried the doors again, but the same result. Bulkhead doors and several layers of Endo-steel armor; standard on any Rasalhague mead hall. “So, what do we do now?” Asked a random voice in the back of the crowd. Tuonela thought for a moment, before Tarkfu answered his thoughts for him. “Well, someone had to lock us in here. It also has to be someone from the inside, since these things are designed to only lock from within. So-" "Someone...or someone’s....amongst us is a traitor, a coward, and a criminal. We’ll have to weed them out if we’re to get to the bottom of this. Fortunately, this mead hall has bunk rooms, so we can spend the night if we have to,” an echo of groans rumbled through the crowd. “Hey, look at the bright side! The bar’s still here, so the bartenders can whip us up some more drinks while we figure this out.” “Uh, sir?” “Yes Abivard?” “The bartenders are gone, and so is all the booze...” “Including the mead?” “Including the mead.” “....” “...well f-”. ---- With X players alive, the “hammer” is at Y (51% of players, rounded up to nearest whole player). For those of you who don’t know what “hammer” means, it’s the number of votes required on the same target to end the day early and lynch that target. Day One ends in 48 hours at (1/4 - 12am EST) Day One Begins
Day Phases : A Reminder During any day phase, members are free to chat and discuss with other members and choose whether to lynch a fellow player (remove them from the game) or whether they want to even lynch at all. Lynching a player requires an X number of votes relative to 51% of the total group population. Once 51% is reached, the player is automatically lynched and removed from the game (this is called "Hammer"). ***Lynch Votes to Hammer: 6*** Players are given 2 full days to discuss and make a decision; if none is reached, the player with the most votes will be lynched. Players can defend themselves as much as they like through conversation (so long as they abide by the general rules). Upon Hammer and Lynch, the game enters its 'Night' phase, where night actions may commence. Good luck, and feel free to ask technical questions ingame!
Funny story. Guy walks into a bar. There's no booze and the doors are locked behind him.. Somebody's. Gonna. Die.
What does a guy have to do to go into a bar and get him self a cold one without getting into trouble? Not my idea of a R'n'R... We better straight this shit out before I become grumpy.
Sounds productive. What about getting out of here? I think most of us are on the same page here: "Thou shalt not mess with the Mead."
hmm, doors locked mead gone... or hidden, who might have hidden it ? who all is in this room with me? Why does vargyr want out of here? its a bar, beds ,mugs, and the mead has to be somewhere in here and THATS the important thing to find.
Takes a close look at each person in the room as he counts them off in his head; (null).exe ,Tuonela, gihzmo, Manco, Tarkfu, Gespenster, Vargyr, Catch, Conloach, VorBan, and Me makes 11 must be more than one of them that has made off with the mead... and locked us in so I can't go anywhere else for mead... AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH
*Tries to get out of the way* I don't know what the hell is going on. We just came in to hang out and have a drink and then you guys come in here and wreck the place. I want to know who the hell locked us in here, and where all the mead went!?!? Where is the bartender? Did he make off with all the drinks? *looking at the others that were at his table* Did anyone see the bartender leave?
