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The year is 1936.

It is not the greatest of years. The world is just beginning to realize the scope of the economic hole it is in. War is still fresh in everyone’s minds, and fresh in everyone’s fears. Still, it is not all bad. It is a time of great achievement in science and engineering – and in social progress.

Fresh from the triumphs of Suffrage, here in a small Eastern seaboard town in the USA, one woman has had a vision. A vision to create an elite University, open only to women from around the world, to gather in one place to study business. Here, they can work, co-habitate, study, and learn all there is to know in the worlds of finance, accounting, marketing, and all other aspects of organizational management. One place that will one day stand beside Wharton, Sloan, and others. That place is…

The Women’s Institute For Organizational Management.

That woman is Dr. M.A. Sloth, Founder and Dean of the new school, and it is she who has gathered you all here today. One by one, you all filed in to the massive faculty boardroom.

“Ahem”, she began. “I know we have already met one another while moving into our offices, and of course at the cocktail social last night,” A few chuckles and groans greeted this, especially from trentonlf, who was holding her head and moaning. “But this is our first formal meeting. The fifteen of us will form the initial faculty. I am just so proud… so, so very proud of my… uh, of all of us.” Thirteen equally proud women nodded agreement. Only JMich, still clad in dark sunglasses, sat silent and perfectly still at the large boardroom table.

The next few hours were spent getting to know one another, organizing class schedules, discussing recruitment, and the like. After one particularly difficult discussion, it was finally agreed that CSPVG’s suggestion to make cricket the official school sport would pass, as Leonard03 couldn’t gain enough support for hockey.

“You know, JMich, I just realized you haven’t said a word this entire time,” announced Dean Sloth abruptly. “What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?” She gave the silent Professor a solid shove.

A shove which landed her face down on the table, the knife protruding rudely from her back now finally visible.

JMich is Dead. She was: Dr. Jamie C. Hellas, Professor of Economics (TOWN PLOT DEVICE)

“OOoooOOOOHGHHH!! ! Are you kidding me? That just makes me SO MAD!” began the Dean. “I worked SO HARD to get this pulled together, and right from the get go, one of you morons has the nerve to get killed! The first student hasn’t even walked in through the door!”

“Is she dead?” cried Dessimu.

“Well she’s cold as a Pop-Tart on a winter morning, so yes, I’d say so” said agentcarr16, checking for a pulse.

“You know, she was the first one here this morning,” flubbucket informed the group. “I know because I was the second.”

Drealmer7 noisily vomited into the potted plant in the corner.

“Can I have her shoes?” asked cristigale.

“That’s disgusting and ghoulish,” replied Hunter65536. “I want her handbag.”

Lacking anything more constructive to do, HypersomniacLive resorted to throwing her hands in the air and making “hrrrrrm”ing noises.

Lifthrasil and dedoporno barely noticed, as they were still arguing on the pronunciation of “homeogenesis”.

“Heh,” said Krypsyn.

“All of you, just shut up!” screamed the enraged Dean. Silence descended.

“There’s a note pinned under the blade. While you inbred halfwits were hemming and hawing, I took a look. I should have known.” Her eyes narrowed, decades of hatred burning fire from the pits of her soul. “It was them.”

“Them?” asked the group.

“They’ve tried to undermine me this entire time. Those simple-minded bunch of sock-darners across Town. Trying to upstage me. Trying to undermine me. I’ve spent a fortune getting this school started… after all that work… grandpa’s hard-earned money… and they’re trying to ruin me…”

At this point, she was muttering angrily, and nobody really knew what she was talking about. After a few prods, she finally noticed her attentive faculty again.

“Them. Those… no, I won’t use that word. But those… businesswomen of ill repute… with their damn association.” She sighed and began to read the bloody note aloud:

“Attention Women – there is only one Graduate level business school for Women in Town, and that’s us. So IN YOUR FACE!!! Signed, the Ladies’ Associated Management Institute of Science and Technology.”

The group was shocked. Everyone had heard of the dark evil growing in the corners of town, where innocent women had been kidnapped and forced into a life of organizational management, but until now, nobody had really believed it.

“Oh, they’re real, all right,” began Dean Sloth, reading everyone’s minds. “And I bet some of you are mixed up in it, aren’t you? Well, we’ll find you! I am going to lock the door here in the boardroom, and we are not leaving until we figure out who did this. I want you all to figure it out. I have worked too hard to have it all go tits-up now. Uh, figuratively speaking. Search among yourselves and bring me one of the traitors, and we’ll… discuss her tenure.” And with that, she got up, and true to her word locked and bolted the doors.

Sitting back down, she glared at the group.

“Get to work,” she demanded.
Post edited March 01, 2016 by yogsloth
Rules:

1. Have fun!

2. The moderator of this game is me, yogsloth. Should you need to contact me, you can reach me through the chat system of this forum. The assistant moderator is JMich. He can help with basic functions, but is ignorant of all non-public information for now. This will probably change as the game progresses, but I will update everyone as needed.

3. All players have a vote, which they may place upon any player. A vote may be withdrawn by unvoting. Once a player has more than 50% of the votes, that player will be lynched and the game will go to night. No amount of unvoting can prevent this. You DO need to unvote if you want to place new vote.

4. A player may also vote nolynch. A majority of nolynch votes will end the day without a lynch.

5. Please remember to bold your votes and unvotes like this: Unvote yogsloth, Vote JMich

6. When you are dead, you are dead - stop posting. A single "bah"-post is permissible and encouraged.

7. Don't edit your posts! This is very important! Editing a post is grounds for being modkilled. Due to the forum software I must also ask you not to double post. Two consecutive posts of the same user in a ten minutes or less will merge, creating the appearance of an edited post.

8. Please bold any requests for votecounts or questions to the moderator.

9. Do not discuss the game with anyone outside the thread, except for people specified in your role PM, and then only at such times as the PM specifies.

10. Do not quote or paraphrase too closely any PMs you receive from the mod. If you are afraid that your paraphrasing is too close, contact me and I'll take a look at it.

11. All players should post at least once every 36 hours. If you expect to be away for more than 48 hours, please let me know either through PM or in the game thread. Failure to do this will result in me sending you a prod via PM and in thread to which you will have 24 hours to respond. Then I start capriciously modkilling like a tweaking long-haul trucker running over small woodland creatures in the road.

12. If you can no longer participate in the game, let me know and I will try to find a replacement. bler is just anxiously awaiting the chance.

13. Roles have been randomly assigned. Poor you guys.

14. You may not post in the game thread during night phases.

15. All players on the winning team win, even the dead ones, assuming any other win conditions have also been satisfied. Anyone who is modkilled loses, no matter what team he was on.

16. Remember it’s just a game. Be polite and remain calm. Anyone not being polite is just trying to get YOU to make a mistake so they can lynch you. Don’t fall into the trap. Politely lynch them or night kill them for their rudeness.

Role PM structure:

Flavor
You are: Name, Specialty, Role
Abilities

Win conditions:

Mafia win condition: You win when your team overpowers other factions in numbers or votes.

Town win condition: You win when all threats to town are destroyed.
Post edited March 01, 2016 by yogsloth
Player list. As before, for future generations, scroll down a bit if you don't want spoilers, as this will be updated with revealed information as we go:














1. trentonlf
2. CSPVG - Dr. Charlotte Rand, Professor of Global Management (TOWN VANILLA) Lynched DAY 4)
3. Leonard03 - Dr. Leandra Dent, Professor of Logistics (TOWN VANILLA) (Lynched DAY 3)
4. Dessimu
5. bler144 (replaced agentcarr16) - Dr. Affe Kurzblau, Professor of Mathematics (TOWN VANILLA) (Killed NIGHT 2)
6. flubbucket
7. drealmer7 - Dr. Saith Freuddwyd, Professor of Analytics (TOWN VANILLA) (Lynched DAY 1)
8. cristigale
9. Hunter65536
10. HypersomniacLive
11. Lifthrasil - Dr. Zona Monolit, Professor of Communications (TOWN VANILLA) (Lynched DAY 2)
12. dedoporno
13. Krypsyn - Dr. Slashy McNastipants / Dr. Heather Ursula Tublink, Professor of Accounting (SERIAL KILLER) (Killed NIGHT 1)

Go go go go!
Post edited March 21, 2016 by yogsloth
First! Wait a minute...
I can hear some screaming voice outside the window. Did somebody called the journalists already?
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yogsloth: Lifthrasil and dedoporno barely noticed, as they were still arguing on the pronunciation of “unionized”.
Assuming one is a chemist and one is a union rep, I fixed that for you ;)
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yogsloth: Lifthrasil and dedoporno barely noticed, as they were still arguing on the pronunciation of “unionized”.
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JMich: Assuming one is a chemist and one is a union rep, I fixed that for you ;)
Heh, nice.
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yogsloth: Lifthrasil and dedoporno barely noticed, as they were still arguing on the pronunciation of “unionized”.
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JMich: Assuming one is a chemist and one is a union rep, I fixed that for you ;)
I don't get it.
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JMich: Assuming one is a chemist and one is a union rep, I fixed that for you ;)
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yogsloth: I don't get it.
For the chemist, the ion is un-ion-ized. For the union rep, the person is union-ized. Same word, two different meanings.
Anyone have any aspirin, and please dim the lights.
@yogsloth

I've not read my PM yet, but have to ask a question about something in the OP.

If I'm not terribly mistaken, the players form the faculty. There are thirteen (13) of us.

From the OP [emphasis added]:
The fourteen of us will form the initial faculty. [...] Twelve equally proud women nodded agreement. Only JMich, [...]
That sounds like the mod, yogsloth, and assistant mod, JMich, are part of the faculty. That would mean that the faculty had fifteen (15) members, before JMich died. Why does the OP speak of fourteen (14)?
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yogsloth: I don't get it.
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JMich: For the chemist, the ion is un-ion-ized. For the union rep, the person is union-ized. Same word, two different meanings.
That's... that's...

Absolutely brilliant.

Best. Assistant Mod. Ever.
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HypersomniacLive: That sounds like the mod, yogsloth, and assistant mod, JMich, are part of the faculty. That would mean that the faculty had fifteen (15) members, before JMich died. Why does the OP speak of fourteen (14)?
I hate smart people.
Post edited March 01, 2016 by yogsloth
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HypersomniacLive: @yogsloth

I've not read my PM yet, but have to ask a question about something in the OP.

If I'm not terribly mistaken, the players form the faculty. There are thirteen (13) of us.

From the OP [emphasis added]:

The fourteen of us will form the initial faculty. [...] Twelve equally proud women nodded agreement. Only JMich, [...]
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HypersomniacLive: That sounds like the mod, yogsloth, and assistant mod, JMich, are part of the faculty. That would mean that the faculty had fifteen (15) members, before JMich died. Why does the OP speak of fourteen (14)?
14 people in the faculty. One presents a plan. 12 people agree with that plan, one is dead. Who is the 15th?
I am all for cooperation between colleagues - but should ve really be doing these investigations alone? Should ve not perhaps call police? There vas a murder! You do have non-corrupt police in this country, yes?
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HypersomniacLive: @yogsloth

I've not read my PM yet, but have to ask a question about something in the OP.

If I'm not terribly mistaken, the players form the faculty. There are thirteen (13) of us.

From the OP [emphasis added]:

That sounds like the mod, yogsloth, and assistant mod, JMich, are part of the faculty. That would mean that the faculty had fifteen (15) members, before JMich died. Why does the OP speak of fourteen (14)?
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JMich: 14 people in the faculty. One presents a plan. 12 people agree with that plan, one is dead. Who is the 15th?
There are 13 of us trying to solve your murder (you are number 14) and we report to Yogs (number 15)