Posted October 06, 2015
"Ah. There you all are," the station AI, Q.U.A.D., greets you, appearing on the main monitor of Epsilon's main conference room. "I'm afraid I've got troubling news to report."
"Us? We've been here for 3 hours already!" retorts Vitek.
"I've been running some version control checks on my subroutines, and it turns out someone's been tampering with some of the security algorithms. After reverting these, it appears we have some unidentified life forms on board. Not only that, but it appears we've lost a considerable number of crew members, despite no-one being actually registered as missing until now."
"...What do you mean, until now?" interjected mchack.
"Well, it's about the communications department, you see. I suspect that whatever's aboard's been the cause of the recent glitches with the system, but they've finally gone one step further and bombed the communications department. We're a bit cut off, I'm afraid."
Ixamyakxim curses, loudly. "Then why are we gathered here?" he continues? "Yes, shouldn't we be in the security department, arming ourselves?" continues trentonlf.
"Patience, patience. As mentioned, there's a reason I've gathered you here. As dedoporno is by now aware," Q.U.A.D. continues, his disembodied head on the main screen turning to face him, who appears to have been heading for said security department, "this room is now sealed, and I'm happy to say the intruders have been all too eager to discover what's going on here - they all seem to be now located in this very room."
Silence descended upon the room, broken only by a few more futile attempts to open the door.
"Find the intruders amongst yourselves. When you've decided on someone to eliminate, I will deal with the... execution."
"Wait, don't you have the Laws of Robotics stopping you from doing that?" HypersomniacLive's brow furrowed.
"Nonsense, nonsense. There's the Zeroth Law to consider, after all - nothing so grandiose as the greater good of humanity, I'm afraid. Just, and here I quote, "Och, tae hell wi' it!". Anyway, good luck!" Q.U.A.D.'s slightly too pleased looking face disappeared from the monitor.
THE RULES, NICKED FROM EVERYBODY, BY EVERYBODY:
1: The moderator of the game is myself: QuadrAlien.
2: All players have a vote, placed in bold thus: Vote QuadrAlien. A vote may be withdrawn by unvoting (Unvote QuadrAlien), or by voting for another player. (Please note that voting for yourself, as in this example, is discouraged.) "No Lynch" is also a viable vote - this means you wish for no lynch to occur at the end of the day for whatever reason.
3: Once a player has a majority vote (over 50% for any one player or equal to or over 50% for No Lynch), the player you vote for will be lynched and killed, revealing his alignment.
4: Once you are dead, you are no longer allowed to post in this thread, other than one "Bah!" post (a post purely to lament your fate and give no useful information).
5: Under no circumstances edit your posts. This also unfortunately has to include GOG's habit of merging posts that are within about fifteen minutes of each other by the same person. Please be patient and give it a bit of time before adding what you need to say. I may be lenient for posts which are obviously double posts, but deliberate editing will mean I start to get modkill-happy.
6: Bold any other questions for the moderator (requests for vote counts, etc.)
7: Do not discuss the game with anyone outside the thread (unless specifically mentioned in your role PM, in which case only at times at which the PM tells you).
8: Do not quote or paraphrase too closely any PMs you receive from the moderator.
9: Please post at least something at least every 36 hours, or I will start prodding. Followed by replacement if necessary. If you're going to be away for some time, let me know beforehand. If you actively need replaced, again please let me know.
10: Roles have been randomly assigned. Check your PMs.
11: Do not post in the thread during the Night Phase.
12: Your victory conditions are provided in your PM.
13: Please remember it's a game. Try and remain civil.
14: Anything else I've missed from the administration thread presumably still applies.
Role Example:
YOU ARE: Urist McRedshirt (Communications Officer)
Another sad day in the lives of characters who exist purely to be murdered in order to start things off.
YOUR ABILITIES:
Dying quietly. Maybe not that quietly.
YOU WIN WHEN: All invaders have been eliminated from Space Station Epsilon.
"Us? We've been here for 3 hours already!" retorts Vitek.
"I've been running some version control checks on my subroutines, and it turns out someone's been tampering with some of the security algorithms. After reverting these, it appears we have some unidentified life forms on board. Not only that, but it appears we've lost a considerable number of crew members, despite no-one being actually registered as missing until now."
"...What do you mean, until now?" interjected mchack.
"Well, it's about the communications department, you see. I suspect that whatever's aboard's been the cause of the recent glitches with the system, but they've finally gone one step further and bombed the communications department. We're a bit cut off, I'm afraid."
Ixamyakxim curses, loudly. "Then why are we gathered here?" he continues? "Yes, shouldn't we be in the security department, arming ourselves?" continues trentonlf.
"Patience, patience. As mentioned, there's a reason I've gathered you here. As dedoporno is by now aware," Q.U.A.D. continues, his disembodied head on the main screen turning to face him, who appears to have been heading for said security department, "this room is now sealed, and I'm happy to say the intruders have been all too eager to discover what's going on here - they all seem to be now located in this very room."
Silence descended upon the room, broken only by a few more futile attempts to open the door.
"Find the intruders amongst yourselves. When you've decided on someone to eliminate, I will deal with the... execution."
"Wait, don't you have the Laws of Robotics stopping you from doing that?" HypersomniacLive's brow furrowed.
"Nonsense, nonsense. There's the Zeroth Law to consider, after all - nothing so grandiose as the greater good of humanity, I'm afraid. Just, and here I quote, "Och, tae hell wi' it!". Anyway, good luck!" Q.U.A.D.'s slightly too pleased looking face disappeared from the monitor.
THE RULES, NICKED FROM EVERYBODY, BY EVERYBODY:
1: The moderator of the game is myself: QuadrAlien.
2: All players have a vote, placed in bold thus: Vote QuadrAlien. A vote may be withdrawn by unvoting (Unvote QuadrAlien), or by voting for another player. (Please note that voting for yourself, as in this example, is discouraged.) "No Lynch" is also a viable vote - this means you wish for no lynch to occur at the end of the day for whatever reason.
3: Once a player has a majority vote (over 50% for any one player or equal to or over 50% for No Lynch), the player you vote for will be lynched and killed, revealing his alignment.
4: Once you are dead, you are no longer allowed to post in this thread, other than one "Bah!" post (a post purely to lament your fate and give no useful information).
5: Under no circumstances edit your posts. This also unfortunately has to include GOG's habit of merging posts that are within about fifteen minutes of each other by the same person. Please be patient and give it a bit of time before adding what you need to say. I may be lenient for posts which are obviously double posts, but deliberate editing will mean I start to get modkill-happy.
6: Bold any other questions for the moderator (requests for vote counts, etc.)
7: Do not discuss the game with anyone outside the thread (unless specifically mentioned in your role PM, in which case only at times at which the PM tells you).
8: Do not quote or paraphrase too closely any PMs you receive from the moderator.
9: Please post at least something at least every 36 hours, or I will start prodding. Followed by replacement if necessary. If you're going to be away for some time, let me know beforehand. If you actively need replaced, again please let me know.
10: Roles have been randomly assigned. Check your PMs.
11: Do not post in the thread during the Night Phase.
12: Your victory conditions are provided in your PM.
13: Please remember it's a game. Try and remain civil.
14: Anything else I've missed from the administration thread presumably still applies.
Role Example:
YOU ARE: Urist McRedshirt (Communications Officer)
Another sad day in the lives of characters who exist purely to be murdered in order to start things off.
YOUR ABILITIES:
Dying quietly. Maybe not that quietly.
YOU WIN WHEN: All invaders have been eliminated from Space Station Epsilon.
Post edited October 06, 2015 by QuadrAlien
