Space Station Mafia
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On April 13 2012 09:50 MrZentor wrote:
This is my first time playing a PM game.
I'm kind of scared of communication that I can't see.(Besides the mafia QT)
you can see the mafia QT?
On April 13 2012 10:01 grush57 wrote:
##vote: GMarshal Only an idiot would reveal that, unless you're using crazy japanese kungfu reverse psychology, which is unlikely.
yo what does this mean?
why are you voting GMarshal? Just curious.
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also does your name have anything to do with galley rushing in AoE
On April 13 2012 17:00 Ace wrote:
Bill Murray level of posting going on here
You including your own posts in that?
for now I sleep. Most of the discussion in the thread so far has been useless so I'm probably going to be staying active in PMs rather than here ala PYP:I.
On April 14 2012 06:17 Coagulation wrote:
WBG someone ignoring you doesnt make them scum.. If anything it makes you annoying.
shut up scum. You just want excuses for ignoring me
vote me if you think that's a good idea.
the hunt begins
Agent wherebugsgo was awakened by an ancient stirring in his mind. Something was amiss. Was it just stupid stationmates again? Or was it actually something serious this time?
Quickly, he grabbed his sidearm and snuck into the hall adjacent to his room.
One by one, he passed through hall after hall, heartbeat quickening, steadily shuffling, eyes straining. The station was dark; barely anything stirred but the sounds of the ventilation and the low whirring of the combobulating gyrators. His practiced footsteps unfailing, wherebugsgo crept silently ahead, drawn toward the strange presence. Drawn ever and ever closer, he knew he would satiate his curiosity if he drew on every ounce of his concentration. He needed to solve this mystery, lest they get him before he got them. The fate of the crew, hell, the world, rested upon the eradication of this alien threat.
Suddenly, wherebugsgo's thoughts were interrupted, cut short by a drunk member of the station walking through the adjacent hall, loudly exclaiming to himself that he thought his sleeping roommate was an alien. wherebugsgo shook his head as he waited. Was it only in his head? Was the presence real? As suddenly as the presence had come, it went. The search must continue, he thought. "I'm getting closer." Eventually, wherebugsgo came across an empty room, door ajar. The lights didn't work.
Searching through the dark, wherebugsgo came upon a shattered console and a worn logbook. Someone, or something had been here before him. It was then that he felt a wetness at his legs.
Whipping around, wherebugsgo saw it was merely the station's homely dog. "God damn it layabout you worthless mongrel," he hissed, punting the canine toward the door. "Stop acting like an alien!" The dog whimpered and left, scampering down the hallway into the darkness. It was then that the real terror arose. The banging sounds were incessant.
"Sounds like we got some motherfucking alien snakes on this motherfucking space plane," he thought to himself as he fingered his laser pistol and closed the door. The display of the broken console flickered and sputtered, sparking intermittently. Suddenly, wherebugsgo felt the presence in the room, and as quickly as they began, the sounds ceased.
"The energy is strong with this one," he thought, hairs standing on end, breathing rapidly. He then felt a touch on his shoulder. Turning around, the lights flicked on, blinding him.
"It is I. Your voice of reason." Ace had stepped into the room. With the light it was clear that there had been a different sort of presence not very long ago. The screen of the dead console was splattered with green goo, previously obscured by the darkness. The room had clearly been ravaged. Before he could say anything, the banging began once more.
Ace and wherebugsgo both knew at that instant that there was only one solution: go out with guns blazing.+ Show Spoiler +
Agent wherebugsgo awoke groggily to the steady ticking and humming of the ventilator next to his sleeping quarter. Seeing his laser pistol lying where it had been before the events of the previous evening, he began to wonder; had it been a dream? A few silent seconds passed as he gathered his thoughts.
"Pretty goddamn fucking good dream that was," wherebugsgo said aloud, slowly rising from the warmth of the cot. He walked over to the small console on the wall and read that the station time was 21:06. He had missed the general meeting by over two hours. Indeed, he had been asleep for well over 15 hours. Luckily for him, however, the video log of the meeting had already been uploaded and buffered. Wherebugsgo proceeded to unhook the console off the wall and bring it in with him to the small water closet in the far corner of the room. Closing the door and sitting down, he breathed a groan of relief.
"Ahh, it's good to multitask."
The console flickered and then began playing the log. On the small screen wherebugsgo could see station researchers sitting and standing around the table in the general conference room, some of them sniffling, others scared, and mostly all apprehensive.
Votes were being handled in a small, dirty box filled with small slips of paper. One of the men came forward and grabbed the box, tipping it over and dumping all of the slips onto the table. He counted the votes, making small piles in different areas of the tablespace. Eventually, he stopped and stood up.
"GMarshal is our new captain. Please come forth."
wherebugsgo sniffed the air around him and flushed. "Ahh yeah, that's the stuff."
When he looked down at the screen again, though, he noticed a peculiarity; GMarshal was not actually at the meeting! This was indeed an odd circumstance. Why would the captain-elect himself not be present? It was like a king being absent for his own coronation.
A second, weary station researcher came up to the first and whispered a few words into the man's ear. He then handed him a slip of paper and withdrew once more into the shadows. The man read the note with a somewhat perplexed look on his face and then cleared his throat.
"It appears that Captain GMarshal is ill and is currently not present. He has retired to his quarters. He wrote a note, however, that he wished be read if he were to be elected captain. The note retains instructions for what we are to do."
The man cleared his throat once more before continuing with the note. He read aloud:
"I thank you all for electing me captain and I regret to inform you that I do not feel well. I have, however, determined that froggynoddy is a xenoform and must immediately be exterminated by expulsion through airlock five. It is the only way to ensure that we rid the station of this menace. Thank you again."
wherebugsgo set the console on the floor as he washed and dried his hands. He could feel a bitter taste in the back of his throat, as if he knew something was amiss.
By the time he picked up the glowing screen again, the subjects within had shifted positions. Everyone was now looking toward a small and frail figure toward the center of the room, flanked by two of the station's largest men.
"He's not but a boy!" thought wherebugsgo, clenching his jaw. Could this alien menace truly be within a figure of such outward innocence? Doubts stirred within the agent's mind. He continued watching as the boy was dragged from the room, an entourage of station researchers following behind. As the doors closed and the last of the men exited the room, the video log ended.
It was at this point that wherebugsgo realized the station time was 22:52. The meeting had lasted almost two hours; and two hours previously, froggynoddy had died. The agent donned a leather jacket and stepped into the hall, a sinking realization setting into the pit of his stomach. If froggynoddy had truly been an alien, surely there would be revelers in the halls, and certainly the mood of the station would be of jumping jubilance, rather than one of silent sorrow. The halls were desolate in all directions, cementing his realizations in the solid reality of truth.
He walked down toward the east wing, in the direction of GMarshal's quarters. Upon reaching the correct door, he stopped and squinted through the dark. The sensors activated and small letters began to glow in reaction to the presence of the agent's body heat.
The sign displayed "Captain GMarshal," the titular change readily apparent.
The crack below the door was dark.
"Son of a bitch isn't here, if you were looking for him," said a voice behind the agent. wherebugsgo turned around to meet face to face with chaoser.
"I had arranged a meeting with GMarshal hours before the vote results were announced. He said we'd be able to discuss things. Of course, it's clear that will never happen now. I don't trust anything anymore." chaoser continued, dryly.
"No one else wanted froggy to die, yet he goes and disappears right when we're in need of discussion the most. How do we move on from this? We've come nowhere closer to eliminating those alien bastards. How do we know who we can trust and who we can't?"
wherebugsgo ground his teeth slowly, grappling with emotion. He knew he had to use reason and that every event could be rationalized. He just had to piece everything together.
"We don't," wherebugsgo said finally, breathing slowly.
"One day you think you can call a guy your buddy. The next day, he might be gone for good. It's like a second side to someone you never see unless you force the truth to come out yourself. It's what has to be done."
The two men stood for a few minutes, with both the spoken and unspoken words delving deeper into their minds.
"I need a cigarette."
wherebugsgo turned and left the corridor, wandering in the vague direction of his quarters.
On April 15 2012 15:27 Sinensis wrote:
wherebugsgo I just want to you know I refuse to read anything written in 3rd person.
agent wherebugsgo ran into an odd smelling creature by the name of sinensis on the journey back to his quarters.
"Oh, it's you, the brainless one," the agent snarled.
"I'm somewhat surprised you have the brain power to walk on two legs." sinensis merely stared forward stupidly, unreactive, drool forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Get lost, scum." hissed wherebugsgo, pushing aside the empty shell of a human. As he did so, a sticky residue was left behind on his palms. It was then that he realized that he had discovered a menace for himself.
have been told to edit
also VE is a bastard for not having skype at work
On April 17 2012 07:41 Kurumi wrote:
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On April 17 2012 07:39 wherebugsgo wrote:
let's kill this guy
also VE is a bastard for not having skype at work
I was debating to either call You out or Node.
Why so lurky?
wherebugsgo comes up to Kurumi, chest thrust outward.
"Come join me in the video conferencing room, 08:00 station time, you ravishing Polish hottie."
Kurumi winks at the agent, flashing her curves as she walks away, anticipating the fireworks that would commence that night.
On April 17 2012 07:51 chaoser wrote:
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On April 17 2012 07:48 VisceraEyes wrote:
Which of GM/Sandroba is scum assuming one has to be scum and one has to be town?
Neither one of them is scum?
as wherebugsgo walked toward his quarters, grinning to himself at the possibility of a wild night, he was stopped by a curious VisceraEyes.
"I have been pondering the unponderable today, agent wherebugsgo. Let's suppose we live in an alternate universe where everything I say in hypotheticals is actually reality. In this universe, one of GM and sandroba must be scum. Which one would it be?"
agent wherebugsgo opened his mouth, then closed it, then screwed up his face in a look of disbelief and absolute confusion. He had half a mind to say "why is this clown asking me such a fucking retarded question?" but he chose to grit his teeth and answer the fool.
"In that world if I had to answer, I would answer with the name of the captain. He has certainly been more absent than the latter, though both the captain and his Brazilian mate have been intertwined from the beginning."
On April 17 2012 13:26 talismania wrote:
I solved the first |10f nugget. He claimed to talk to GM, wbg, and acrofales. He received a PM from kurumi but did not respond.
Here is an important piece of information for the thread, from acrofales' chat with |10f (posted pg 33):
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[21:38:49] l10f: i talked a bit to wbg
[21:38:59] l10f: kurumi sent me a PM, but I never responded
WBG, do you have that conversation?
Finally, consider the night kills. I think this mafia team is playing a much simpler game than I initially imagined. Layabout was killed because he was all over |10f. Acrofales was probably killed for the same reason, especially since we can assume that Ace was telling the truth about |10f himself doing the hit on acrofales. For all we know, |10f might have been calling all the shots for them.
The fact that Ace flipped green should make most crazy scum conspiracy theories die. The only super-crazy one left is that GM is scum and station technician just happens to be a scum role (or third party).
he lied, there was only this:
on TL? Yes, once.. or twice. I don't really remember.
l10f on skype.. maybe elteneff, not sure.
Original Message From wherebugsgo:
have you played mafia before?
just curious. If you have skype, let's talk there, yeah?
I added him on skype and he was never there to talk.
"Jackal58 is an impostor and must be eliminated! When asked what he was doing he was unable to answer and resorted to guttural sounds that only aliens could make. We must eliminate the threat immediately by shoving him out of airlock six. It's the only one big enough."
"sounds like we'll need a lot of help for this one," thought wherebugsgo. He punched in a line to sandroba and sent in his vote through the system, as protocol determined. He would be there to drag the beast into the void of space itself.
I saw I had a few messages when I came home last night but I was too tired to do anything so I went to sleep. Sorry about that! I'll be out of class and on skype soon (2-3 hours) for anyone who is interested in talking then.
On April 19 2012 04:44 chaoser wrote:
and holy fuck WBG has more posts than me now...that makes me sad
Agent wherebugsgo ran into chaoser in the hall.
"I see...you've been promoted, Colonel Wherebugsgo. Well...congratulations, I suppose."
"Aren't you forgetting something, Lieutenant?"