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Spot 5 please

Sounds like we're going to need an overtime episode to solve this new mystery of who let the dogs out.

The chances of me being able to do anything in the last episode are slim, so I guess that means I'm out.

"In the time before the time of death..."

"I think enough hands have been removed this year." --The Shadowed One

It was listed in the rules so

You okay over there?

Final Refrain is done, another short game. Using the player count here, I’ve decided on some alterations to make to RoboRiders Mafia when I eventually run it: -I’m going to ditch the partner concept, and only have two RoboRiders who work independently. Generic ones, too, not named after any specific set. -The talisman mechanic will be changed so that a Rider can use 1 talisman to either stay off the suspect list or block the other Rider. Also, neither will gain a talisman if a villager is lynched. They won’t be able to accumulate too many, judging by Final Refrain’s turnout, but I may leave the option open to use both abilities in one night in case they end up with 2 talismans. -Given this, I’m thinking I’ll cut back to just one Medic, add a Detective, and probably not add the Rider Killer. This leaves just 4 special roles but if we’re expecting a group of about 12 people I think that’ll probably fit well enough. Not planning to host it yet, of course. I’ve hosted two Mafia games in a row now and don’t want to assume it’s fine if I extend that to three, so I’m definitely holding off to give someone else a chance to host.

Night 3: Long Live the King “It’s funny, really,” the Coronet mused. A Knight turned to them. “Hm? What was that, Your Majesty?” “Just as I predicted, I barely had to do a thing,” they went on. “My presence alone was enough to make this village tear itself asunder. Rewarding as that is…I think we’ll take a more aggressive approach with the next one.” “Yes, Your Majesty. We are ready to serve.” Another Knight entered the clearing, dragging Rahkshi Guurahk with them. Before the Coronet could even offer, the villager leapt and threw a punch, but the blow was ineffective. The Coronet Slizer summoned their disks and sliced RG to ribbons. “There’s only one left, isn’t there? I think we should pay him a visit as well.” Valendale and his Knights entered the village, keeping their eyes open for any sign of the final one who opposed them. Taka threw a disk towards an alleyway—Luroka stumbled out, attempting to crawl away as he hit the ground. He avoided disks as he actually ran towards the group, pulling something from his bag, but he dropped it when Smoke knocked the wind out of him. “So you’re the keeper of my bane,” Valendale said, eyeing the vial Luroka had dropped. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but…cautious as the Millennium Slizer was, I’m assuming this is the only sample to be found here on Okoto?” Luroka couldn’t answer. Valendale waved, and Unit stomped on the vial, causing the glowing light within it dissipate into nothing. The Coronet beheaded Luroka, and then left the village behind. All obstacles had been removed now—they would reign over this island at last. Rahkshi Guurahk (Villager), killed by Knights Karma Houdini (Protector of Knowledge), eliminated with no chance of victory The Royal Knights have won the game! *** End: Stanza of Desperation With their one weakness gone from the world, there was no way anyone on Okoto could stop the Coronet Slizer. Villages fell one by one, the ranks of the Royal Knights growing little by little, and in a matter of days all but the Region of Water had been purged of all life. Valendale’s pace needed to slow in order to ensure that he found all the hidden underwater villages, keeping him on Okoto just long enough for the Millennium Slizer’s final failsafe to take effect. Having bonded with the Mask of Time, Vox had learned how to negotiate with the relic and even implant commands in it. Before he died, he had commanded it to reach out over the island in a week’s time, and sense if he or the Coronet Slizer still lived. If he was dead and his enemy remained, the Mask was programmed to unleash its power, unravel time, and plunge Okoto and everything on it into the void. And so, that is exactly what it did. Okoto was ripped to shreds, along with everyone still on it. The Coronet Slizer tried to resist, but even as resilient as they were, they could not survive the destruction of an entire world. As death finally claimed them, they saw a vision of seven beings like themselves standing in a circle around them. They weren’t sure if these beings were here to welcome them, or to enact some final revenge. But they found that they didn’t care either way. A figure of white and blue reached out, and Valendale took their hand. And then…nothing. The Mask of Time floated alone in the void, surrounded by nothing at all. But soon, it knew, there would be something again: a new world would take the place of the old, and new events would transpire amongst its inhabitants. The Mask was a neutral force that had never cared for any caught in its cycle of destruction and rebirth…but this time, it found itself hoping that somehow, those of the next world would not repeat the foolish mistakes of all the ones that came before. And then…something.

Now that you say that, I realize that I didn’t realize how few players we have left. (Coronet Slizer, 3 Knights, 1 Villager, 1 Protector of Knowlede) This round will probably be the final one, and determine the nature of the Coronet Slizer's demise and how it affects the rest of Okoto. Not much chance of a true village victory, but this will still determine the difference between Bad End vs Normal End.

(Sorry, rules state no vote switches) Day 2: Bow Out Gracefully -Unit – 0 -Rahkshi Guurahk – 0 -Blessed Blade – 3 -Trijhak – 3 By the next day, a shoddy gallows had been built in the village square, and everyone crowded around it without even thinking. No one had to ask them to start calling out votes. When all were counted, Trijhak tried to get away, but someone grabbed him fast. “No, listen to me: we don’t have to do this!” he urged. “There’s a way to defeat the Coronet—it’s already in motion! We don’t have to resort to—“ To everyone’s surprise, Blade struck him, knocking him out. The crowd waited to see what she would do, if she would try to save herself, but no—she just shook her head and slowly walked towards the gallows. “I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me, Now it's history.” She drew out her iPod, increasing the volume as she made a sweeping gesture over the crowd. “I've played all my cards, And that's what you've done too. Nothing more to say. No more ace to play.” Cautiously, the crowd decided to take their chance and dragged Trijhak’s unconscious form up to the gallows. Blade just kept singing. “The winner takes it all! The loser standing small Beside the victory, That's her destiny!” Nooses were fitted around both their necks. The earphones from Blade’s iPod were removed, letting the song blare out for the crowd to hear, and she just smiled. “The gods may throw the dice, Their minds as cold as ice, And someone way down here Loses someone dear! The winner takes it all! The loser has to fall! It's simple and it's plain, Why should I complain?” Trijhak was executed first. They stopped to make sure it had worked, unsure of their craftsmanship and unable to tell at a glance since he was already unmoving. “The winner takes it all, The winner takes it—“ The iPod cracked when it struck the ground. It stopped playing instantly. Trijhak (Protector of Knowledge), lynched Blade (Music Slizer), lynched Knights have 24 hours to act!

*runs in waving two lit tiki torches* Two for flinching

Well it's been 24 hours and no one's voted. I'll extend the round for an extra 24 hours, and if we've still got no votes I'll just RNG a corpse.

"Ekimu I know you want the record for World's Longest Sigh but this is getting out of hand, its generating magic runes now that can't be a good sign."

Night 2: Rock Beats Scalpel One of the Protectors of Knowledge quietly wove their way through the darkened streets of the village, careful to stay alert in case anyone approached them. They checked their pocket nervously—it was still there, the small tablet the Millennium Slizer had entrusted them with when they first arrived on Okoto. Surveying the street, they cautiously crossed. Wish they’d told me more on how to find the other half. They understood the reasoning: if the Okotans readily had access to this energy, they’d feel emboldened to conduct the same experiments that gave rise to the Coronet Slizer, because they’d already have a failsafe to keep it them check. No one would consider the relevance of the walking example of just how poorly it went before. Still, now that the Coronet was on Okoto and the Protector was frantically searching for a way to end them, they couldn’t help but feel a little more help would have been nice. As they went to open the door to their hut, they heard someone behind them. Spinning, they saw another Okotan, but one who stood with their hands up. “No, it’s okay,” they said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The Protector didn’t move. “…It’s you, isn’t it? You have the other half, don’t you?” The Protector raised an eyebrow. “…What are you talking about?” The stranger slowly dug a tablet out of their pocket. Holding it out, the Protector saw that it was nearly identical to the one they carried. Realization, relief, excitement, and hope all swept through them, and they hurriedly ushered the other Protector inside. Just a little more time, they thought, and Okoto would be safe at last. At the same time, the Millennium Slizer was on their way to their chosen target for the night. They knew not how the Protectors were faring, and wished they could be of greater assistance, but odds were the Coronet was keeping a close watch on their movements. If they visited either of the Protectors, they would be killed almost instantly. So lost in thought was the Millennium Slizer that they almost didn’t hear the singing coming from farther down the street. “Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise, Playin' in the street, gonna be a big man some day, You got mud on your face You big disgrace, Kickin' your can all over the place.” The Music Slizer came into view, grinning gleefully as they stomped to the beat. Cautiously reaching for their disk, the Millennium Slizer thought, There’s always at least one from Queen, isn’t there? “Singin' We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you!” In a flash, the Music Slizer was on them, disk in hand. The Millennium Slizer managed to parry the blow, but their attacker was faster, slipping past them in an instant and dealing a heavy blow to their back. “Buddy you're a young man, hard man, Shoutin' in the street, gonna take on the world some day!” The Millennium Slizer spun, only to have a surprisingly powerful punch driven right into their face. “You got blood on your face, You big disgrace! Wavin' your banner all over the place!” They managed to get in one counter blow, but the Music Slizer rolled with the momentum and threw their disk, striking them in the leg. “We will, we will rock you!” Bouncing up, the Music Slizer threw their disk at the Millennium Slizer’s other leg, and then jumped forward and kicked them so hard they flipped over. “Sing it! We will, we will rock you!” The blow stunned the Millennium Slizer. As the he saw the Music Slizer pounce once more, all Vox could do was close his eyes and hope his preparations would be enough. As this was going on, FF was being dragged through the forest by an Okotan wearing a grimy mask. They tried to resist their captor, but all it earned them was one more blow to the head. Eventually they were tossed flat into a clearing. Someone walked towards them, stopping with their foot mere inches from their head. Looking up, FF stared into the eyes of the Coronet Slizer. “Hello there,” the Coronet said, a polite calmness in their voice. “If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with,” FF grumbled. “Well, that was my original goal. But after coming here and finding these wonderful folks willing to be my servants, I thought perhaps it might be worthwhile to see if anyone else shares their sentiments. So before we kill you, I want to ask you something. Will you join me?” FF spat on their feet. The Coronet frowned. “Very well. Let it not be said I’m no longer capable of mercy.” Vox (Millennium Slizer), killed by Music Slizer FF (Villager), killed by Knights The Protectors of Knowledge have made contact! Tomorrow night, the formula will be complete! Suspects: -Unit -Rahkshi Guurahk -Blessed Blade -Trijhak You have 24 hours to vote!

Day 1: Approaching End -Taka Nuvia – 1 -Nato – 4 -Rahkshi Guurahk – 2 -Blessed Blade – 2 News of Timelord’s death spread quickly through the village. Many villagers fled, hoping to escape the wrath of the Coronet. Others stayed behind, though what they hoped to accomplish was anyone’s guess. Those that remained gathered at midday, and after standing in tense silence for several minutes, one villager pointed a finger. “It was you, wasn’t it?” they asked. “You helped the Coronet kill Timelord. Or, maybe you are the Coronet, but in disguise!” “What? Of course I’m not! How do we know it wasn’t you?” Everyone began to angrily shout back and forth, hurling accusations seemingly at random. The discord grew until it finally hit its peak: those who felt Nato was guilty leapt at him, and the others, searching only for a target, joined in. The innocent villager was ripped to shreds by his neighbors. Far away, the Millennium Slizer slowly emerged from the Temple of Time. Their task was complete. Now, even if they and everyone else should fall, there would be no way for the Coronet Slizer to escape this time. Nato (Villager), lynched Roles have 24 hours!

I know I'm overreacting but I'm just severely disappointed. In a few days I'll settle in being properly jaded with this series and I'll hopefully never go on like this again.

Wait. Did you count a dead guy's (TimeLord's) vote or was there some kind of hidden role ability not listed at the first post? No, you're right, that's my bad. Sorry about that. -Taka Nuvia – 1-Nato – 3-Rahkshi Guurahk – 1-Blessed Blade – 2

-Taka Nuvia – 1 -Nato – 2 -Rahkshi Guurahk – 1 -Blessed Blade – 1 Sorry about that. I can do a longer signup period next time.

Night 1: Unrivaled Thrill Timelord stumbled to the ground, clutching his wound. He glared up at his attacker. “Why…” The Music Slizer shambled forward, bloodied disk in their hand. “Why are you doing this?!” The Music Slizer came to an abrupt halt. “Why…?” They threw their arms up to one side, then to the other, then jumped and sang, “'Cause this is thriller! Thriller night! And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike--you know it's thriller, thriller night! You're fighting for your life against a killer Thriller tonight!” Timelord stared at his dancing killer with disbelief as he slowly bled out. Meanwhile, the Coronet Slizer slowly circled the village from the safety of the forest. They had no idea of knowing how widespread the formula was or who might have it, but if they could strike just as one person went off on their own, they could probably succeed. Instead, three villagers emerged from a house and walked straight towards the forest. They stopped just before the trees. One of them quietly asked, “Coronet Slizer? Are you there?” Definitely a trap, the Coronet thought. To their surprise, the three villagers knelt. “We mean you no harm. Rather, we wish to join you!” The Coronet made no move. “The Slizers have always told stories of your power. They cower in fear of you, but we tremble with awe. Your might is most spectacular, great Coronet, and we would be foolish to stand against you. We beg of you: allow us to pledge our service to you! We shall follow you with absolute loyalty, Your Majesty.” The Coronet Slizer watched them. …How long has it been since anyone called me that? Slowly, they stepped out. The villagers grinned at the sight, before bowing their heads in respect. “You truly wish to serve me?” the Coronet asked. The three villagers answered in unison: “Yes, Your Majesty!” The Coronet was hesitant…but they still held programming commanding them to lead. After going so long without, they could finally fulfill that primal need—finally be whole again. Despite themselves, tears started to roll down their face. “…I am honored by your loyalty,” the Coronet said. “Very well. You three shall be instated as Knights in my service. You will carry out my will and bring this island to its knees, and when it is done, we shall move on in search of more subjects, or more enemies.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” The Coronet smiled. I had given up hope of finding people to lead…I’m so very glad to see I was wrong. Timelord (Villager), killed by Music Slizer Suspects: -Taka Nuvia -Nato -Rahkshi Guurahk -Blessed Blade You have 24 hours to vote! I’ve been waiting since Okotans’ Revenge to do that joke thank God the RNG picked kill

KHUX updated in Japan with new story, and I’m sorry but I’m gonna take up some space with a rant, please forgive me but MY GOSH

WHAT? NINE THOUSAND?!

But it's August.

Signups closed! Role PMs will be sent out within the next few minutes! Prologue: Hallowed Abomination Okotans and Slizers alike huddled together at the center of the village. High above, an ominous portal swirled amidst the clouds, a doorway to the unknown that lay thrown open for anyone to use. But they all knew who had opened it. One Okotan turned to a Slizer. “This Coronet Slizer…are they really as bad as the stories say?” The Slizer nodded, shuddering as they did. “They are. I was there, during the war they declared on the rest of the planet. I saw my leader and my friends diced apart mercilessly. Once our forces were shattered beyond repair, the Coronet Slizer decimated our entire Sector just to make a point. There was nothing to gain…they just wanted to see our land crumble.” The Okotan looked at the ground. Across the square, another Slizer turned to the person next to them: someone who wore a brown, hooded cloak, obscuring their form completely. Their eyebrows came together as they said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you in this village before…who are you?” The cloaked figure chuckled. “Oh, I’m nobody important. But I still remember who I was. Yes, I used to be someone very, very important…” They stood and took several slow steps forward. Somehow, everyone knew what was about to happen, and they all cautiously rose to their feet. Hidden amongst the crowd, the Music Slizer turned up the volume on their iPod with an amused smirk. The one in the cloak decided to sing along. “I used to rule the world, Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone, Sweep the streets I used to own.” In a flash, eight disks made of shining yellow energy appeared in the space behind the figure, forming a halo around their head. The crowd finally panicked. “I used to roll the dice, Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.” The disks flew out of their own accord, each slicing through several villagers before arcing back to their starting position. The figure held their arms wide. “Listened as the crowd would sing: ‘Now the old king is dead long live the king!’ One minute I held the key…” They reached up almost as if to grasp the gateway in the sky. They clenched their fist, and the disks flew out in search of more prey. “Next the walls were closed on me, And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.” When the disks returned again, the figure finally threw back their hood. What lay beneath was the face of a Slizer, but hollow and emaciated, and totally caked with some brown grime. They waved their hand, and their disks flew away again. “Be my mirror, my sword and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field.” As the disks closed in on their next targets, something shot out and intercepted them. The energy disks burst apart, and the single gold disk that stopped them returned to its thrower’s hand. “For some reason I can't explain…” The one in the cloak—the Coronet Slizer—glanced over their shoulder to see the Millennium Slizer standing there. They smirked. “…I know St Peter won't call my name…” They turned back around, closed their eyes, and shrugged. “Never an honest word, But that was when I ruled the world.” The Millennium Slizer stalked forward as the remaining villagers fled the scene. “I still have nothing to say to you. You can either get off this island, or I can throw you into the void myself.” “Is that any way to greet your long-lost leader after all this time?” the Coronet asked. “You have no one left to lead.” The Coronet frowned. “…Sad to say, you’re right. Those who built me programmed me to lead, but with no one to follow, I cannot fulfill that directive. It’s so empty…so…unnerving…” Their lips curled into a toothy grin. “All that remains is what I was originally programmed to do…kill all my enemies. And if no one will follow me, then that means I simply must kill everyone I see.” “I wouldn’t recommend trying it,” the Millennium Slizer said. “It might not go the way you intend.” The Coronet faced them. “…Ah. They possess it, don’t they?” The Millennium Slizer nodded. “You were built with one failsafe: if a specific type of energy strikes you, your soul will be ripped to shreds. That energy is in the hands of the villagers now.” Crossing their arms, the Coronet said, “Hm…well, then I suppose simply massacring them all wouldn’t be wise. But I can’t simply give up. So, I suppose we’ll just have to resort to…oh, what was it they called it…MAFIA Protocol?” “You have no authority here.” “No, but I do know these people. They’ll start it up all on their own. All I have to do is play the game…and chances are, they’ll kill themselves before I even have to.” The Coronet laughed and pulled their hood up. The Millennium Slizer drew their disk, but the Coronet was too fast—they leapt out of the village and into the forest beyond, instantly disappearing from sight. Lowering their weapon, the Millennium Slizer reflected on the threat. Much as they hated to admit it, they knew that the lynchings were bound to start once the panic spread. And judging by how they had always seen this go, there was a very good chance the Coronet would actually succeed in demolishing Okoto. …Preparations must be made, the Millennium Slizer decided as they faced the direction of the Temple of Time. If Okoto is doomed either way, then I shall make it the chain that drags the Coronet to oblivion. When you get your PM, roles have 24 hours to PM their actions!