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  1. 1) Nope, no one knows except Ares and, of course, the other villains by proxy . 2) He sees which players acted on his target, including information roles. In your example he would be informed "Player B acted on your target". He will not see non-targeted actions (i.e. Wonder Woman's ability or Zatanna's undo) or Day actions (i.e. Flash's message or Ares's ability). Also, dead players can't be acted on, so he wouldn't see Faust's zombie manipulate. 3) Yep, basically. I like to call it the "zombie manipulate" . It was originally intended to allow one member of the mafia to take over another important mafia role, but I decided to beef the mafia up in this game so I made it so that he can manipulate any player he knows the RID of, except for Amazo and Hawkgirl. Since dead players can't be acted upon unless otherwise specified, the zombie player is not subject to being blocked or redirected or a competing manipulate, or I guess the undo, for that matter. Don't worry about the color here, this is just a preview thread. And keep the questions coming, I'm sure with so many action choices are like a number of possible interactions I haven't considered yet .
  2. Want me to help out? It's very punny ...
  3. Oh, I see . Very nice , but the last letter should be an A, not an E... ...resulting in another line from the canon as the answer, which I think you'll understand Edit: Nice job, everyone
  4. Working copy of Rules and Roles for JLU2: Of Magic and Men. Note that now most of the roles have some sort of choice in their action, to make the game more involved and interesting. Comments welcome! Also taking reservations. Sign-ups will probably go up in ~2 weeks and game will begin the first week of September, hopefully.
  5. Lol...well the expanded version might be coming out sometime this fall or winter . Also don't forget to keep an eye out for JLU2, now with 50% more awesome .
  6. Andro! Long time no see . That's not exactly how I interpreted the Sherlock series, but that's a discussion for another time and place .
  7. "The very first puzzle?" and observant agent remarked, when Orin shared his thoughts. "You mean the number of letter in the name might match some clue?" Orin shook his head. "No...I don't think it's the structure of the puzzle that seems familiar, but a particular device. I was also thinking that since the pictograms of the (+1) use the last names only, but the initials are for both the last name and first name, maybe the (+1) part is related to something to do with the first names?"
  8. Araver...that literally made me LOL...<3 Maybe in a few years I'll come out of mafia retirement and sign up too ;P
  9. What "people who frequent other categories of this site"? But seriously, I think we need to lure more people to BD in general...
  10. Dun dun dun... Okay, summer definitely can't end without a blockbuster...;P [spoiler=Teaser Trailer...] Coming in September to a Games Forum near you!
  11. The agents had made a complete assessment of the pictographs. The indices still troubled them though. The Witch was clever, but not that clever...perhaps a similar device had been seen... Orin frowned. For some reason, this part reminded him of the very first puzzle the agents had had to solve. He had started at the door for Max Planck, but the very first door from the left was the one for Richard Feynman. And Janine's words rang in his head: "...Looking at it backwards..."
  12. "Yeah...that sounds about right," Janine affirmed as Agent plasmid detailed the order he had found for the names. "Hmm...I also remember them saying something about 'indices'..." Wraith nodded, starting to comprehend. "Yes, the pictures with the (+1) coded the last names, but the plaques contain the initials for the first and last name, so maybe the (-1) will correspond to the..." "Oh!" Janine's exclamation in their heads made the agents jump. "There was something else...one of the agents of Sector Nu was saying how it looked like gibberish, and another said something about 'looking at it backwards'..."
  13. Day 3 The long reddish orange rays of the setting sun focused on the three figures, tugging anxiously at their shadows. The hot humid air was saturated with anticipation, and in the distance, but too far distant, a crow cawed and the sound echoed throughout the electric atmosphere. The figures themselves, however, were silent and still. Here they were, the final three. The last survivors of this bloody and brutal battle, this ritual of deception and detection that seven had originally begun in. One by one, the others had been taken down. Now it was just them, and the end was nigh. On one corner of the makeshift triangle stood Bonuckle, the last surviving Hunter, with his fists furled and stance firmly set, ready for the last brawl. The situation looked bad for him, but he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. In another corner hunkered the Flaming Ant Queen, who had somehow made it to this point by the skin of its teeth, fighting tooth and nail for its victory and its legacy. Its eyes darted back and forth furtively between its two opponents, waiting for one of them to make a move. In the final corner, lounging and surveying the scene with seeming disinterest, was the independent minded Neferphilou. She rocked back and forth on its exoskeleton covered feet and hummed an eerily cheerful tune, and completely ignoring the little white object with the counter on its head that had at some point began following her. “Give it up,” the FAQ directed towards Bonuckle. “You know you can’t win, but do you really want that traitor, who has done nothing to deserve it, to win? Side with me against her, and I promise you I won’t kill you.” Bonuckle harumphed skeptically. “What reason do I have to believe you’ll keep your word? None, that’s what. Maybe I can’t win, but I definitely will not let you.” Philou laughed. “I don’t care what either of you do, I haven’t had to lift a finger this entire time, and I’m still going to win. Why don’t you two just kill each other and save me the trouble.” She yawned. “Why, you insolent…” the FAQ screeched and lunged at Philou, deadly feelers extended. Without even turning to look in the FAQ’s direction, Philou hopped up, out of the way of the attack, and landed soundlessly back down a few feet away. Bonuckle took the opportunity to make his move, channeling his en into his fist and launching a powerful attack at the FAQ while it was off balance. The FAQ, still reeling, managed to move out of the way to the right...but not enough. The nen-enhanced punch tore off part of her torso on the left side. The FAQ screamed and writhed in agony. “Heh,” bonuckle grinned smugly. “That’s one down, one more to…” But before he could finish the thought he felt a sharp jolt of pain.. He looked down at his chest, bewildered, and found part of Philou’s hand sticking out of it. Jerkily, he twisted his neck around to look into the face of his attacker. “I can’t...believe…” “What, did you think I wasn’t going to kill you just because I didn’t have to? I don’t kill because I have to...I kill because I can, because you creatures are all inferior and don’t deserve to live.” Philou scoffed. “Mm...noo…” bonuckle coughed and tried to shake his head. His eyes began to grow dull and weary. “That’s...not...what…” Blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth and his body began to quake. “I can’t believe...you…” Suddenly a light sparked back into his eyes and he grinned, a bloody, half-mad grin. “...fell for it.” Philou had only a millisecond to realize what was happening before the bomb inside the Hunter, connected to bonuckle’s heartbeat, detonated. Afterword: It had been 6 months since the bomb had gone off that had laid waste to most of the Republic of East Brainden. It had been said that the area had been mostly unpopulated by then, seeing as how the residents that had not mysteriously disappeared had made the intelligent choice of relocating to not share their countrymen’s fate, whatever it may have been. After the explosion, people had stayed clear of the area, hearing that the residue was probably poisonous. But now that the authorities on such matters had deemed the levels of toxicity safe for brief periods of exposure, the opportunists, the ones desperate for fame and/or power, and the archaeologically minded had formed an expedition into the ruins of that territory. As the ragtag group ventured into where the heart of the destruction had been, they were careful to move slowly, meticulously checking the readings on their various instruments and the radiation level indicators that they wore. As they progressed without incident, they began to relax a little, and murmurings of conservation started between their number. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” a squat man with a receding hairline asserted to the tall, attractive woman in glasses walking next to him. “I mean, I’ve seen much worse and gotten through it. There was that one time…” The woman, who had been nodding politely, not really listening, abruptly stopped, eyes gaping. “Whaaaa...what’s that…?” she stammered and pointed. The man frowned at being interrupted, but turned to see what the woman was gesturing at. The others in the group had also diverted their attention to the spectacle. Something had began rising from the debris, and odd form, badly burnt. As it reached its full height, the expedition noted that its form seemed somewhat humanoid, with the incinerated remains of what appeared to be arms hanging off what they recognized as a torso, and standing, shakily, on what could be considered legs. “Is it alive? Can it talk?” the group began to ask each other after recovering from their initial shock. The follically challenged man glanced at the woman, then, puffing up his chest, stepped forward towards the entity. This is quite a discovery! He thought greedily. I’ll be famous, more famous than that pretty boy detective who all the women go gaga for... “Hello! We are the expeditionary team sent by the Inter-Brainden Relations Commitee,” he accosted, standing on a mound of debris in front of it. “Are you alright? Can we help you in any way?” The creature - it was a creature, they now realized - turned its gaze up at the man. “Yesss…” its voice came weakly as a low hiss. The man turned back to his party, giving them a smile that was reassuring and just a little smug. “Well, then,” he crooned, turning back to his prize, “what can we do for you…” As the words left his mouth, he noticed something odd. He seemed to be in the wrong place, i.e. he wasn’t where he thought he’d be…? Well, his body was where it should be, he knew that, he could see it...wait it minute...why could he see so much of his own body? His shriek froze in his severed vocal cords as the last remnants of electrical activity faded from his head, which was now a significant distance from the rest of him. The rest of his party screamed and began to run wildly in different directions. The creature straightened up and the dessicated gap which had been its mouth opened and a wrinkled tongue protruded to lick off the blood on its paws. Feeling a little better, it grinned down at the silly man’s head. “What you can do for me?” Philou repeated in an amused tone. “You can die for me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Congratulations, phil (and plasmid as proxy), technically, you win! A great final play by bonanova, but the thing with last minute plays is that you really have to get the timing correctly. As said by Shakespeare (or Christopher Marlow, depending on your argument ): "Better three hours too soon than a minute too late." Good game play by flamebirde too, you managed to convince enough of the innocents of your "innocence" to get them to lynch their own save and the one innocent who had everything figure out . Speaking of which, a big hand of applause for Araver, who played his role perfectly and did a great job of observing and deducing. If only he could have convinced the rest of the innocents about what they needed to do . And good job to everyone else too, I don't have specifics since most of the rest didn't live long enough to have done anything particularly noteworthy, but everyone gave the game the effort they could, and overall it was a pretty interesting game . It's getting late here, and I've been having formatting issues with the action list this entire game, so I'll just leave the unformatted roster here and I'll get the action list up tomorrow for those who care/are curious. Thanks for playing! Hope to see you in my next game!
  14. Timestamp: 9:01 Day Post coming, might be a while
  15. Chairman: Yoruichi-san Roster: 1) Phil1882 {APR 1} -voting for flame 2) Framm18 - DEAD [Killua] lynched 3) Flamebirde - voting for Phil 4) bonanova - voting for Flame 5) GMaster479 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen 6) Araver - DEAD [Palm] lynched 7) Nana77 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen
  16. Night 3 Slivers of silver moon peaked out from behind wispy clouds, softly illuminating the figure who levitated in the street, waiting for Gmaster. The creature seemed to have a human body, which wore black slacks and a wrinkle-free dress shirt, tucked in at the waist. However, it also had antennas and a pair of large, colorful, translucent butterfly wings, from which sparkling particles seemed to emanate. “So the Ant Queen only sent one to take care of me? Are you sure that’s going to be enough?” Gmaster taunted his opponent. The creature laughed, a high, tinkling sound. “Foolish human, you have no clue, do you? I am not a pedestrian ant soldier, I am Shaiapouf, of the Royal Guard,” he declared, chest puffing. “And I was not sent by anyone. Our King’s birth is imminent, and I volunteered to come myself to make certain that nothing interferes with that glorious occasion. And you must be disposed of.” “Well, you can try…” Gmaster crouched back into a martial arts stance. Shaiapouf came flying at his prey, fists formed into sharp points that could penetrate a man’s heart. Gmaster adeptly pivoted out of the way, and readied his counterattack: a flying side kick to the back of Pouf’s antennaed head. But Pouf was too fast, sensing Gmaster’s en and dodging with ease. He paused, mid-air, then swooped back around to make another run at his target. Again Gmaster dodged, but this time he noticed his limbs moving a bit slower. He wondered at it for only a moment as he turned his attention back to make a second counterattack. This trend continued for several more attacks, which seemed to Gmaster an eternity, but in reality lasted no more than a few minutes. Finally, Pouf attacked, and Gmaster found himself unable to clear the assault in time. Pouf’s hand sliced through Gmaster’s shoulder. In agony and a little woozy, Gmaster turned...just in time to see Pouf’s shining eyes as the hand plunged into his heart. “What...what...happened?” he choked, blood filling his lungs. Pouf smirked. “My wings emit a spore which paralyze the victim. I had not been seriously trying to attack you in the beginning, I was distracting you whilst disseminating my spores around you.” “We...we’re in trouble…” were Gmaster’s last words. Chairman: Yoruichi-san Roster: 1) Phil1882 {APR 0} 2) Framm18 - DEAD [Killua] lynched 3) Flamebirde 4) bonanova 5) GMaster479 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen 6) Araver - DEAD [Palm] lynched 7) Nana77 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen (For those of you who didn't get such epic death scenes: sorry, it's not personal, I just had some free time today at work and decided to dig back into my creative writing side.) Day 3 starts now, ends at 9PM CST tomorrow 7/22!
  17. Have you ever had a moment where you felt something inside you click? Where you had an epiphany, or saw the world in a new light? A moment that firmly steered, pushed, or pulled you onto a new path, a path you were not aware of, or perhaps a path you never even knew existed before? That, without that moment, you would definitely be the same person you are today? My clearest memory of a defining moment is from when I was around 10. I did a lot of math competitions when I was a kid. I was fine taking the actual test but would get super nervous during the awards ceremony, desperately wanting to please my very Asian parents (but that's a whole other can of worms). This one year, at the state level competition, they called the top 10 finalists in each category up to the stage as usual, and then started announcing the awards from position 10 up, also as usual. I was super nervous (also as usual), and if I remember correctly, I did pretty well that year in that category, 1st, 2nd, or 3rd. As I was coming down the steps from the stage (which were a deep blue...funny how you remember details of important moments), a lady came up to me and was like "Congratulations! It was so good to see a girl up there." At that moment, I realized something I hadn't noticed b/c I had been so nervous, that I had been the only female finalist in the top 10. In that moment, I found something, even though I didn't realize it at the time. I found a reason for me to try to achieve, to try to be the best I could be, not for me, not even for my parents >.<, but for all the people who thought girls were inferior to boys in math, in science, in life, in everything. As I grew and matured, that motivation stuck, helped me to push myself past what others and even myself conceived to be my limits, helped me to see past the paths that society tries to put people on, to find my own way, or at least be brave enough to try. It helped me to keep trying to be my best after eventually got over my need for my parents' approval (thankfully), to not go and do crazy things (well, except maybe mafia ;P) that might ruin my life even when I felt lost and confused and depressed. I mean, I'm definitely not perfect, but I feel like the things I like most about myself, my inner strength, my will, my warrior's spirit, would not have been engendered without that moment. That moment truly created something special . Anyways, that's enough about me. Looking forward to hearing some of what makes other Braindenizens tick.
  18. Ah, I see, clever. All for one and one for all -_^.
  19. Day 2 The flames of the villagers’ torches flickered in the dusty twilight as they gathered around Araver, who was affixed to a giant wooden stake surrounded by dry twigs and hay. “No!” he cried, “You must listen to me, I have seen it, seen it all…” But his pleas fell on deaf ears. One of villagers tossed his torch into the pyre, setting the whole thing aflame. “Don’t, this is madness, madness!” Araver’s voice choked up with the smoke rising from the fire. “Madness, please, madness...hahahaha...I know, I see...the grand plan...it’s clear…” his voiced cracked as the fumes traveled into his brain. “Hahahahaha….ahhhhhhhhhh!” The villagers watched silently as the flames consumed him, body and mind. Chairman: Yoruichi-san Roster: 1) Phil1882 2) Framm18 - DEAD [Killua] lynched 3) Flamebirde 4) bonanova 5) GMaster479 6) Araver - DEAD [Palm] lynched 7) Nana77 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen Night 3 starts now, ends 9PM CST tomorrow 7/21!
  20. Bringing around current roster: Chairman: Yoruichi-san Roster: 1) Phil1882 2) Framm18 - DEAD [Killua] lynched 3) Flamebirde - voting for araver 4) bonanova- voting for araver 5) GMaster479 - voting for araver 6) Araver {APR 1} - voting for Flame 7) Nana77 - DEAD [?] killed by Ant Queen Less than 2 hours left in the Day.
  21. 1) Yes. 2) Yes, unless Knuckle removes the APR or dies. 3) Yes. About 6 more hours left in the Day.
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