Shadows

Conclusion Nightfail Perhaps I should have put that in spoiler tags? As the sun rose over Gotham, the shadows retreated from it's glaring light, exposing the carnage that had come in the night. Wait, there is no carnage, just a lot of people standing around. Far too many, like they hadn't done anything when they had every opportunity to. "I wonder," mused The Scrutineer, but he wasn't to wonder long. Three figures emerged from a nearby subway station and casually strode up to the gathered heroes, killing them one by one, quickly, calmly, efficiently, all while protecting each other. It was an organized and thoughtful assault, but just as it seemed that they would be victorious, a few superheroes awoke and jumped into action... killing yet more of their own. "Oh, that's convenient," quipped Rogue Hunter as they stood back and watched the confused heroes finishing their job. "Quite sporting of them," I must say, joked Hedge Guy. "It's almost like they never had a clue," scoffed Esur, The Ghost Hunter. And they really didn't. The villains quickly dispatched even those few who had risen to the call for justice. The streets of Gotham ran red with their blood. We'll get someone in to clean that up shortly. "Gentlemen," proclaimed The Scrutineer, "I must congratulate you on a job well done. You took the time to understand what you were doing, then chose an efficient plan that you executed with no real flaws. Your two losses only came because of the much greater numbers that the heroes enjoyed, and in the end, you still managed to overpower and out-think them. I'm quite pleased with your efforts. You shall do nicely." "Um, thanks. Do what?" asked Rogue Hunter. "Oh, this," said The Scrutineer as he pushed the big red button. "Shall we fire up the helicopter now?" asked the Kitten Twins. "Yes, our work here is done." They casually boarded the helicopter and left. Just left. That's it. No trickery. No missiles. No fiery inferno. Not even a kitten in a tree. Nothing but a simple "I don't understand" came from the three surviving villains at the same moment. They didn't even notice the waves of robot killers that had quietly surrounded them, nor did they have time to react before they had all been slaughtered. From their secluded observation room, The Scrutineer watched with interest as it all happened. "Well, that was disappointing, for the best of the best they hardly put up any fight at all." "Shall we invite the next set of heroes, sir?" asked the twins in unison. "Yes, after our midday cat nap," he replied, reaching for their collars. And the whip. And a nice set of cuffs. Congratulations to Jackattack7, Esurient and Clone gunner comander jedi for surviving to the end, and ScubaCarrot and Professor Flitwick for helping lead them to that success. Feel free to discuss things here, both players and spectators alike and thanks to all who participated!

The day has now ended, with a little extra time because I was feeling generous and some of you are a little slow retarded. I doubt it helped. Special note: One of the the Kitten Twins has informed me that calling someone retarded is considered rude by some. The other was quick to mention that The Scrutineer is always right. Can you guess which one is getting a special treat tonight? Both of them.

Actually, I didn't. I kept thinking you were the only mod kill, but you really were targeted by a player. It saved me the trouble. As for starting, to accommodate Thanksgiving, the first day ran 2 days, so you had all of friday as well.

Oh no, you're most certainly dead, that just isn't why you died.

It didn't get you killed. I've only done one mod kill so far, and that person didn't participate at all.

DAY 3 Nightfall You know, one would imagine that with fewer of you left, fewer of you would have died tonight. One would think that. One would be wrong. Captain Colourless had always been a little, well, bland. Let's be honest about that. It isn't nice to speak ill of the dead, but facts are facts. So bland, in fact, that Darkpyro wanted to brighten up his life as only a psychotic pyromaniac can, by setting him on fire. Creeping up to his house, he let out a single "huddaaaaa!" and then lit everything within a 20ft radius on fire. As he stood and enjoyed his handiwork, he never noticed the evil soul who creeped up on him and doused him in gasoline. A swift kick later and he was right in the middle of the inferno he had created. And... loving it. To death. No one would have ever suspected that the two of them were serial killers and not allied with either side. Ceshiirie was just about to enjoy a gold foil-wrapped chocolate when her home alarm went off. "Burglars?" who would dare? "Oh no, that's not the burglar alarm, that's the giant wasp in the house alarm!" She tried to run but found all of the doors and windows boarded up, except for one. Standing at that window... the dead body of The Hungry Bunny, who had planned to repeat his performance from the previous night, but now his carrot would never be inserted again as his own arch-nemesis had gotten to him first, killed him with a quick shot to the back of the head and had him taxidermally stuffed and mounted by Ceshiirie's window as a reminder. A reminder of what, I have no idea. Just as she was about to jump through the window to her escape, the giant wasp stepped in front of it. Can giant wasps step? This one can. After that, details are sketchy, but the screams were heard for hours and then stopped suddenly. The faint whisper of gold foil being stepped on wafted gently on the late fall breeze. The Green Fairy had always been a bit of a prankster. Not the bad kind that gets people hurt, but the funny kind that likes a good practical joke. Tonight, that wasn't going to go so well. Sneaking into the home of FangSmasher, our funny fairy spiked his drink and then hid in the shadows to watch as hilarity ensued. Little did she expect that he had planned to kill someone, and would now randomly target someone else instead. Imagine her surprise when he targeted himself and proceeded to stab himself to death. 47 times. Horrified, she stumbled from the house and into a spiked pit that had been dug by The Human Scot. As he chuckled to himself and wandered off, two different people took shots at him from a distance. One was blocked by a diligent friend, the other pierced his bagpipe, split his skirt and damn near kilt him. It was the piano that fell from the sky that struck the final chord. I would say that no one had suspected him of being a villain, but clearly a few of you did by the end. If he'd made it him, he would have found that all of his haggis had been poisoned as well. I guess someone hated his guts. Or at least his dinner. Unfortunately for The Invisible Cock-blocker, his buddy The Human Scot wasn't there to protect him from the exploding dildo that a diabolical killer had chosen to violate him with. He did go out with a bang, though and was later shown to also be a villain. And creepy. So creepy. The Green Ranger fell in a hole. Literally. He didn't say a word, he didn't do a thing, he just fell in a hole and died a death completely without honour or dignity. I hear they filled the hole and left him in there, not thinking him worthy of any better. A bombardier, a fake Italian count, a fish and a stockbroker walked into a bar. Inside they found a toad, a vampire, a big mirror and a bucket of water. Hilarity ensued. The place was just sealed off to avoid answering any questions. It wasn't pretty. The Bombastic Bright-Blue Bombardier, Simeon Belmondo, Fishface and Julius N. Fiddlevilter were never seen again. Cerebrus had always devoted a great deal of energy to maintaining his intellect. He studied, he learned, he was observant and never missed a thing that happened around him. Well, except that someone had replaced his normal television cable with "The All Stupid Channel" that was running a marathon of "reality" shows. Turning on his set to enjoy a documentary he'd been looking forward to, his mind simply exploded at the exposure to the most vile and disgusting form of 'entertainment' in the known universe. It was a cruel and horrific killing. It made me smile a bit, Cerebus had always been a bit insufferable about his intelligence and didn't always listen when people told him to kill a damn scum for a couple of days before finally doing it. What? I'm just speculating. Remember: If you're among the dead, do stop posting and most of all, don't send me any more messages, your game is over. Please collect your lovely parting gifts as you leave. Note: There are no lovely parting gifts, just leave, you're dead and smelling up the place. So you got two right, amazing! You don't get credit for the serial killers, one killed the other and was then killed by the scum. Simply astounding. Seriously, at this rate we're going to have to start resurrections just so you have enough people to kill or we might end up with another paradox. Do try harder tonight, harder is always better, right ladies? Now go, freaks, take 20 hours to talk, send in your actions, and meet me here again tomorrow, if there are any of you left. Oh, and for the second day in a row, all of you who chose to investigate people chose people who died. They're still dead. The Rules (These will never change, so read them once and understand them) You have each been sent a role PM outlining the things you can do at night. You must reply to that PM once per day/night cycle and make your selection. No other communication will be allowed. Your role PM details how you win. You may not quote your role PM in any form, but you are free to communicate in public or private with whoever you wish at any time, including after death. The only restriction to the open communication rule is that if you are a villain, you may not give away the identities of your teammates at any time, dead or alive (why would you want to anyway?). There will be no clues in the pictures. Either of them. You have 20 hours from the start of the day to reply to your role PM with the appropriate information. Failure to do so may be unpleasant (for you). Only players may post in this topic. Spectators may comment in the discussion topic. The Players (in order of signup) Jackattack7 - Rogue Hunter Rumble Strike - Liberty Cecilie - Ceshiirie Scubacarrot - The Human Scot zakura- Mr. Sunshine Tamamono - Fernando Garcia, "Apocatequil" Darkdragon - Darkpyro Dannylonglegs - The Bombastic Bright-Blue Bombardier Fugazi - Mysterious Mismatched Man Esurient - Esur, The Ghost Hunter badboytje88 - Earbuds Peppermint_M - The Green Fairy def - The Scoundrel Oky - Green Ranger Clone gunner comander jedi - Hedge Guy VolcanicPanik - Simeon Belmondo Scorpiox - Fishface Palathadric - Monk Pretzel InsaneJames - The Colored Commander JackJonespaw - The Fairy Im a brickmaster - Spirit Walker Aokpies - Money Master JimButcher - Random Kitten aka The Pussy Bob - Admiral Bob Professor Flitwick - The Invisible Cock-Blocker Flare - Super Guy Zepher - Richard sparta342 - The Dynamic Eagle! TrumpetKing67 - FabuGirl DarthPotato - Super T-Rex Etzel - Captain Colourless Quarryman - The Hungry Bunny CallMePie - Julius N. Fiddlevilter TheBoyWonder - FangSmasher Dragonator - Dashingly Handsome Man fhomess - Cerebrus Do you have what it takes to be a hero?

The day has now ended, let's see if this goes any better tonight...

A wonderful and generous gesture from the real Santa of EB, CopMike! It's him, again, that guy. Nice hat, though.

DAY 2 Dark Night, Dark City Well, I know I certainly had an interesting night, how about you? Don't answer that, some of you are dead, 10 to be precise. Let's see what happened, based on eyewitness reports and total fiction. Walking down the street, Fernando Garcia, "Apocatequil", actually felt pretty good. Sure, he was shooting electricity from every appendage and aging ridiculously fast, but he felt good for once. Unfortunately, feeling good meant he was producing even more electricity than usual, shorting out a nearby clock tower and causing it's loosened face to land on his head. He always knew time would kill him, but he never saw this coming, nor the one who set it up. His time was up. Or down, depending on how you look at it. Across town, Mysterious Mismatched Man was looking to save the world from blandness, dishing out his own version of colourful justice. Hearing a cry for help, he ran into a nearby burning building to save a lady in distress and hopefully find true love. It was a trick devised by someone who could no longer stand his colourful persona or tacky clothing. A quick whack on the head and a lot of smoke and fire finally restored balance to his appearance, now a solid shade of charcoal grey. No one knew much about The Scoundrel. Oh sure, the name seemed to tell it all, but inside he was actually a big marshmallow of gooey love and sweetness. Well, one person knew, which is why they quietly snuck up behind him and impaled him on a spear, then roasted him over a fire, creating that perfect blend of blackened outside and delicious melty inside that is the true measure of good marshmallow roasting. Scientists are still unsure how he ended up with the equivalent of Peepz for guts, but no one can deny how tasty he was. The Colored Commander had always been a pretty quite superhero, going about his business, which nobody really knew, and doing whatever it was he did. He was really boring, to be honest. So boring, that he wasn't even targeted for death, he was killed as a result of a spiked drink and a bit of random bad luck. No one even bothered to figure out how he was killed, but it was probably something really boring. Monk Pretzel was old and carried a lot of money with him, always looking to convert sinners and take naps. From what we can tell, he collected a rather large donation from a wealthy patron, then fell asleep on the bus ride home. As the bus hit a large bump created by one of his enemies, his giant cross fell on his head, finally letting him cash out of this world and go on to the next. Services will be held in Las Vegas, friday night at 8, 9 and a special show at 10 with full cash bar. Please be sure to tip your waitresses. Random Kitten, aka The Pussy, was generally loved by all. Well, maybe not all, since three of you decided to kill him. No one will ever be sure if it was the bomb, the gunshot or the poisoned catnip that finally did the trick. He will be stuffed and placed in his favourite tree so he can continue to aid superheroes the world over by letting them save him again and again until his battered corpse falls apart and is carried off by birds. Admiral Bob never saw the cheese wheel coming. Enough said. FabuGirl was found dead at her makeup table. Initially, investigators thougth she had simply suffocated under so much makeup, but later noticed that her head had been cut off and reattached with nail polish and lip balm. And a bit of tape. And some string. And glue. Honestly, who could tell under all of that makeup, I've seen clowns who were more subtle. Coming from a string of parties, Dashingly Handsome Man was feeling pretty good. Incredibly good, in fact. He was so dashing, and handsome, and all man. Man oh man was he manly. It was probably not the most pleasant death, having that giant carrot rupture his rectum, but hey, it left his face unmarked, so he looked just as dashingly handsome as ever in his coffin. Aside from that leakage. I really thought they would have corked that. Who would do such a thing, we Mustafa them before they strike again! Richard was the heroiest of heroes, what a guy. He was such a hero that he couldn't bear to harm anyone and decided to spike his own drink. It was an interesting idea, one he thought about as he walked down by the river and out onto the old Tick-Tock-Dock where he met a physician by the name of Ralph. Still pondering his situation, trying to figure out how he could spike his own drink and yet have the spiking force him to redirect his own action, an action he'd already done, he failed to notice that Ralph had rigged an anvil over the path. He did notice when it hit him, crushing him against the structure below. The headlines read "Dick killed by a Pair of Doc(k)s." Get it? You don't, do you? Sigh. SO! If you're among the dead, do stop posting and most of all, don't send me any more messages, your game is over. Please collect your lovely parting gifts as you leave. Note: There are no lovely parting gifts, just leave, you're dead and smelling up the place. For the rest of you... Nice work, heroes, that was an amazing showing. For the other team! That's right, every last victim was a superhero. Let's try this again. Take 20 hours to talk, send in your actions, and meet me here tomorrow. Morons. Oh, and in a funny coincidence, all of you who chose to investigate people, they died. So here are your results: DEAD. The Rules (These will never change, so read them once and understand them) You have each been sent a role PM outlining the things you can do at night. You must reply to that PM once per day/night cycle and make your selection. No other communication will be allowed. Your role PM details how you win. You may not quote your role PM in any form, but you are free to communicate in public or private with whoever you wish at any time, including after death. The only restriction to the open communication rule is that if you are a villain, you may not give away the identities of your teammates at any time, dead or alive (why would you want to anyway?). There will be no clues in the pictures. Either of them. You have 20 hours from the start of the day to reply to your role PM with the appropriate information. Failure to do so may be unpleasant (for you). Only players may post in this topic. Spectators may comment in the discussion topic. The Players (in order of signup) Jackattack7 - Rogue Hunter Rumble Strike - Liberty Cecilie - Ceshiirie Scubacarrot - The Human Scot zakura- Mr. Sunshine Tamamono - Fernando Garcia, "Apocatequil" Darkdragon - Darkpyro Dannylonglegs - The Bombastic Bright-Blue Bombardier Fugazi - Mysterious Mismatched Man Esurient - Esur, The Ghost Hunter badboytje88 - Earbuds Peppermint_M - The Green Fairy def - The Scoundrel Oky - Green Ranger Clone gunner comander jedi - Hedge Guy VolcanicPanik - Simeon Belmondo Scorpiox - Fishface Palathadric - Monk Pretzel InsaneJames - The Colored Commander JackJonespaw - The Fairy Im a brickmaster - Spirit Walker Aokpies - Money Master JimButcher - Random Kitten aka The Pussy Bob - Admiral Bob Professor Flitwick - The Invisible Cock-Blocker Flare - Super Guy Zepher - Richard sparta342 - The Dynamic Eagle! TrumpetKing67 - FabuGirl DarthPotato - Super T-Rex Etzel - Captain Colourless Quarryman - The Hungry Bunny CallMePie - Julius N. Fiddlevilter TheBoyWonder - FangSmasher Dragonator - Dashingly Handsome Man fhomess - Cerebrus Do you have what it takes to be a hero?

Because you aren't playing.

The day has now ended and the fun begins.

DISCUSSION TOPIC Go crazy, kids. No rules here except no players allowed.

DAY 1 Welcome to Gotham! Welcome again to another exciting episode of I'm going to get all of you killed and laugh as I do it Lifestyles of the Rich, Famous, and Fabulously Powerful! I'm your host, Shadows, or as I'm called in the world of Superheroes, The Scrutineer. Oh, these lovely ladies? Mind your own business. Friends, and I call you friends because it's easier than remembering all of your names, I've called you here today to star in a very special show, one about how super you all are. Unfortunately, I have received information indicating that some of you may not be what you appear to be. No, not you Cross-dressing Boy, I mean that some of you might be villains in disguise. Maybe if you didn't all dress like such freaks, it would be easier to spot the ones who don't belong, but it's too late for that now, so instead we're going to play a little game. In this topic, you may discuss, accuse, flirt, or do whatever else you choose. You can solve crosswords for all I care, just talk and more importantly, read what others are talking about. Jump to conclusions, metagame, vacillate and matriculate. Masticate for all I care. When you've had enough of all of that, follow the rules below and let me know what you'd like to do tonight. That's your most important job of all. Don't fail me! The Rules (These will never change, so read them once and understand them) You have each been sent a role PM outlining the things you can do at night. You must reply to that PM once per day/night cycle and make your selection. No other communication will be allowed. Your role PM details how you win. You may not quote your role PM in any form, but you are free to communicate in public or private with whoever you wish at any time, including after death. The only restriction to the open communication rule is that if you are a villain, you may not give away the identities of your teammates at any time, dead or alive (why would you want to anyway?). There will be no clues in the pictures. Either of them. You have 20 hours from the start of the day to reply to your role PM with the appropriate information. Failure to do so may be unpleasant (for you). Only players may post in this topic. Spectators may comment in the discussion topic. The only exception to the rules is that the first day will last 44 hours to accommodate those of you who will be otherwise occupied tomorrow. After that, days will return to the 20 hour standard stated above. The Players (in order of signup) Jackattack7 - Rogue Hunter Rumble Strike - Liberty Cecilie - Ceshiirie Scubacarrot - The Human Scot zakura- Mr. Sunshine Tamamono - Fernando Garcia, "Apocatequil" Darkdragon - Darkpyro Dannylonglegs - The Bombastic Bright-Blue Bombardier Fugazi - Mysterious Mismatched Man Esurient - Esur, The Ghost Hunter badboytje88 - Earbuds Peppermint_M - The Green Fairy def - The Scoundrel Oky - Green Ranger Clone gunner comander jedi - Hedge Guy VolcanicPanik - Simeon Belmondo Scorpiox - Fishface Palathadric - Monk Pretzel InsaneJames - The Colored Commander JackJonespaw - The Fairy Im a brickmaster - Spirit Walker Aokpies - Money Master JimButcher - Random Kitten aka The Pussy Bob - Admiral Bob Professor Flitwick - The Invisible Cock-Blocker Flare - Super Guy Zepher - Richard sparta342 - The Dynamic Eagle! TrumpetKing67 - FabuGirl DarthPotato - Super T-Rex Etzel - Captain Colourless Quarryman - The Hungry Bunny CallMePie - Julius N. Fiddlevilter TheBoyWonder - FangSmasher Dragonator - Dashingly Handsome Man fhomess - Cerebrus Do you have what it takes to be a hero?

And signups are now complete. Stay tuned to your private message box for more exciting details ... coming soon!

Last hour or so for signups!

You need to provide your own picture and it needs to actually be something normally considered animate. This game may have a lot of things... cockblockers, pussies, fairies, but no stumps. Sentient cloud? Sure. Tree with arms and legs and a cape? Sure. A toaster? That's our only exception because everyone loves toast. Feel free to try again before signups end. Thanks for trying to help, though.

Last day for signups!

I have to agree with Draggy, here, it really should be discouraged, but obviously it's up to the host. I would add that if a host is going to allow a scum team that advantage, it should be clearly stated somewhere that all players can see. Agreed. I think up to this point, we've failed to catch up to the trend and make rules to cover the situation clearly, a situation that should be corrected. I'm still not fond of them, I think people have a hard time resisting the urge to reveal too much in their enthusiasm, which is why I generally avoid them unless anything I say there will be pure speculation and not based on actual game info.

Rule update for mafia players and hosts. As both a reminder and an adjustment for the sake of clarity and in light of the recent trend towards deadboards and 'team wins', the following rule update should be carefully read and understood. If you are dead, your game is over. You may not comment on the game to any living or dead players in any form, unless there is a host sponsored offsite location for that ("deadboard"). This includes posting, private messaging, direct chat, email or any other form of online or offline communication. Any information you had becomes void and may not be passed on. The same applies for living players making contact with those who are no longer playing, no matter what the stated purpose. Both situations can appear to be an attempt to gain information or cause influence that would be unfair to the remaining living players. Whether you are still playing or have already died, if you are contacted inappropriately, please notify the host immediately. Thanks! -- Eurobricks Games Staff

Nice preview, looking forward to seeing how it all develops. I hope you're referring to your own post here, as that's the only one your comments fit. Good advice. Take it to heart so we don't need to discuss this further.

I just don't see any good coming from this. Honestly. Let's not.

Wish I'd had a lot more opportunity to play, but it was a lot of fun to watch and predict and then see it all come to pass. Absolutely fantastic job TPRU, as always! Being dead for a week sure leaves a guy stiff. Maybe you could help out a bit, my lovely, manly dear?

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Welcome again to another exciting episode of I'm going to get all of you killed and laugh as I do it Lifestyles of the Rich, Famous, and Fabulously Powerful! I'm your host, Shadows, or as I'm called in the world of Superheroes, The Scrutineer. Oh, these lovely ladies? Mind your own business. Friends, and I call you friends because it's easier than remembering all of your names, I've called you here today to star in a very special show, one about how super you all are. Unfortunately, I have received information indicating that some of you may not be what you appear to be. No, not you Cross-dressing Boy, I mean that some of you might be villains in disguise. Maybe if you didn't all dress like such freaks, it would be easier to spot the ones who don't belong, but it's too late for that now, so instead we're going to play a little game ... SIGN UP BEGINS NOW! No Mafia or even games experience is required. It might help if you understand the basic actions involved in a mafia-style game, but your role will include enough information for you to play without knowing even that much. If you wish to join this madness yourself, post your intention to play in this topic. You may not ask any questions, for you will not get any answers. Your post should include your superhero avatar, name and a short biography of your hero including your known weakness (like Kryptonite to what's-his-name). Failure to include all of that will result in cake death disqualification. OR WORSE! At any given moment, the sign-up may end, so make it quick or you just might miss out. Once sign-up is over, you will receive notification of your alignment (superhero or super villain) and your specific available actions for that night. If you are a villain, your notification will arrive in the form of a group message including your scummy friends so you can plot and plan together. If you're a hero you don't get that advantage, you just have a lot more allies. And you don't know which ones they are. Good luck with that. THE GAME There are 5 villains hidden among the heroes. It is your job, whichever side you're on, to kill all of the opposing team. Oh, and don't get killed. Details, details... Each day will last 24 real hours. For 20 of those hours, you may discuss things in the daily discussion topic and send in your night actions (do not wait until the last minute). At the end of that time, I'll calculate just what you've done and post the results in time for the start of the next day. This will be occurring in real time and failing to use your actions might be very bad for your health. Don't sign up if you can't work with this schedule, participate in the daily discussions, and most of all, have fun. PRIZES You're a cheeky lot, huh? Fine fine, there will be prizes in the form of getting to live out the rest of your pathetic little superhero/villain lives and maybe some tags for your profile. If you really impress me you might even earn a nice custom title straight from my devious mind. Do you have what it takes to be a hero?

You have the power of influence.