JackJonespaw

1) What is your current Mafia experience? Do you have a good understanding of the rules and the way a game works? (Note: You will not be accepted unless you have played at least one Mafia game on Eurobricks). Eh. For both questions. I don't really get the game. 2) Will you be able to actively participate for the next few weeks / months (depending on how long the game takes)? Yeppers! 3) If you were living in medieval times, what job/profession would you ideally have? (Note: This may have some effect on the character you are assigned; however, the characters have already been designed and made so there might not be a perfect fit for you) I would love to be a innkeeper or a bartender. They get all the gossip, they get to see all the travelers who go in and out of the inn, learn stories, gossip, etc. No adventure for me, just a good drink and a good tale!

I'm not trying to plug myself, but all 235 pictures from The Second Crash are now public on my photostream - so check 'em out if you want: https://www.flickr.com/photos/57043029@N05/albums

On Night 5? CMP blocked Lady K from blocking you.

Yea, I was just hoping it would balance out the slightly overpowered scum for at least a night to balance things out. Didn't seem to work.

There wasn't much of a reason, other than to give everyone a free night without death to work through their suspicions after the disastrous Day 1 (where everyone voted for a new person, it seemed like). Not much validity in doing it, but I felt like it wouldn't mess anything up too badly and it would help everyone think through what had happened versus immediately killing whomever they wished. To DF, Foorth didn't have a flavor role, I just told him to break the fourth wall as much as he wanted to.

More or less. I was originally going to put Hinck as the role and you as Foorth or Woodcock, but when he didn't sign up we remembered your RP-ing in Blacktron and decided Ray would fit you well.

Okay, so I was already pretty behind schedule on this, but I was done with the pictures, and right when I'm about to start rendering, my computer crashes, and the huge file that has the record of every TSC picture on it is corrupted. So...no fancy pictures, just the default ones I took on my camera. Just try and use your imagination for some of them - trust me, they looked great. You might be wondering "why don't you just reuse it?" Well, the file had every asset I'd used over the two/three months of doing it, plus the five hours of editing the pictures with those assets. So to both recreate those assets and totally recreate the pictures would take...maybe a week at least. Not preferable. Sorry bout this. - JJP ¬ In the Final Days, a First-Hand Account of the Braeriach Incident Compiled by Jack Jones, Dougal Logan, and Others, Final Chapter, Titled “The Last Leg” “Stay together!” Seamus shouted over the roaring wind and the whispering shadows. “If you get separated from someone, you’re lost!” He grabbed a burning stick from the dimming campfire and swung it around loosely, trying to get a feel for the crude weapon compared to his sleek blaster. “Everybody get a partner! Jack, you and Joshua, can you carry Julia and Dougal?” Joshua looked at Jack, who nodded, and he imitated the same motion. “On it!” Joshua yelled. Everyone paired up: Elijah with Ray, Seamus with Doctor Wynn, Ewan with Montgomery, Molly with Pudding-Head. One of the partners picked up a torch, the other held the weapon. “Seamus!” Jack yelled at the auburn-haired warrior. “How can we kill shadows?! They’re.... Shadows! Made of nothing!” Seamus turned to Jack. “We’re not killin’ ‘em, I don’t think we can! But we ’ave fire! Light drives them back!” Jack widened his eyes and he spoke his thoughts out loud - “We’re not fighting...we’re escaping…” “Right...you...bloody...are, Jackie!” Seamus roared, swinging the torch with each word. He pointed in what seemed like a random direction. “This way...to Pudding-Head’s mad staircase! Whoever has the torch, keep swinging! The other person, lead the way! Don’t lose sight of each other, whatever you do!” He grabbed Doctor Wynn and threw him in front of him and pushed him. “Let’s go, Doc!” They took off, with the other four groups right after him. Jack and Joshua picked up Julia and Dougal, respectively, and a torch each, and slowly began to follow the others. “Joshua! Do you know where we’re going? I can’t see the others!” Joshua swallowed and looked at Jack. “I think I know well enough, Jack. We just have to keep moving. Come on!” Each step was painstaking, and they were totally surrounded by Shadows. Jack felt the air around him grow cold, and could soon see his own breath misting in front of him. He kept his eyes locked on Joshua and Dougal, who were directly in front of him. He was afraid to even blink, afraid that in that instant, the Shadows would separate them, and it would be him and his unconscious wife to the mercy of darkness itself. The wind was flying around them even faster now, and he could barely keep his stinging eyes open enough to see the light from Joshua’s swinging torch. A sound from up ahead pierced the wind - a scream, it sounded like. Joshua turned back to look at Jack’s scared face, then put his head down and tried his best to walk faster, despite have a two hundred pound man on his back. Another scream - this time to the left - followed soon by yet another. Joshua and Jack were running at the best sprint they could, and Joshua screamed at Jack, “Just a little more! Don’t stop!” Jack replied back with a loud grunt. - it was the best he could manage. Gloriously, thankfully, miraculously, they saw the beginning of the stairs, and Seamus at the bottom, waving two torches now, back in forth in a circular motion, screaming loudly at nothing and everything. Behind him, also waving torches, were Doctor Wynn, Elijah, and Ray - where were the rest? Molly, Ewan, Pudding-Head, and Montgomery?! Seamus saw Jack and Joshua sprinting at him, and motioned with the torch - “Come on!” he shouted. To Jack’s left, he saw light - it was Pudding-Head and Molly, also running, with Pudding-Head lagging behind, thanks to his older age. Molly turned and pulled on Pudding-Head’s arm, basically dragging him closer to the Stairs. The Shadows grabbed at Pudding-Head, somehow making physical contact and dragging him backwards. Molly whipped around, still holding onto his arm, but Pudding-Head pushed her away. “Get to safety, girl! Live your life!” he screamed, fear very evident in his eyes. Now at the Stairs, Jack dropped Julia behind Seamus and sprinted towards Pudding-Head, being dragged backwards, his dropped torch clearing the path between them. He passed Molly, who turned, but he shot her a look that told her to keep running. He dived down and grabbed Pudding-Head’s wrist and pulled with all his might. “No!” Pudding-Head shouted. “Let me go, Jack!” Jack glared at the old Norse warrior. “I’m not going to let you die, man!” Pudding-Head sighed and shook his head, oddly calm despite being dragged backwards by darkness itself. “I have...nothing left! I don’t want to live!” Jack screamed in anger at the old man’s stubbornness as his grip slipped, inch by inch. “I...won’t...let...you die!!” Pudding-Head just laughed and bowed his head. “I’m afraid I’ve been dead for a few hundred years already…” Jack growled and turned that into a scream as Pudding-Head slipped from his grasp into the mass of Shadows. Jack turned and sprinted back to the Stairs and yelled to Seamus - “What about Ewan? And Montgomery?!” Seamus roared back at him, “If they don’t show their arses soon, we’re gonna have bigger problems.” Joshua was slowly dragging Julia and Dougal further up the Stairs as Seamus took a step backward, never turning away from the Shadows. Jack turned to the moving darkness and called out quietly - “Ewan...come on, man.” But eventually he had to move, too, and grabbed his wife and began to drag her up behind Joshua and Dougal. The noise was getting quiet, and he realized that his head was feeling empty without the roar of the Shadows anymore. He shook his head and continued dragging. “Elijah,” he asked the gardener, “How far away are we from your garden?” Elijah sighed, “If we went at full sprint, make two days...at this pace, it’ll be a week before we make it…” Seamus grunted as he continued to swing the torches. “I can’t keep this up for a bloody week, I can tell ye that. Jack, Joshua, get you bloody lovers up and movin’ so we can get bloody movin’!” Joshua shook his head, “They’re in comas, Seamus, I can’t think of any way to get them up and awake.” Doctor Wynn turned and aimed his green device at Julia and pressed a button, causing a buzzing noise to stir around them. It stopped almost immediately as it began, and he shook his head like Joshua. “They’re in comas.” “But...your device?” Ray asked, pointing at it. “It’s not a deus ex machina, you simple ape!” The Doctor shouted, a bit flustered. “Apologies... but I can’t just magically fix everything.” Seamus groaned. “Everyone better get their torch swingin’ arms ready, because we’ve got a long-big behind week ahead of us.” And so, for a week, that’s what they did. They made aching progress, and after each shift was over, the post-torchbearer would immediately pass out and also have to be carried through the Stairs. But, at least, they were still alive. Seamus grew increasingly pissed, occasionally just screaming out for no reason. The others, however, just grew impatient and weary. But they knew that there was light at the end of the tunnel, and that’s what they focused on. And eventually, they found that light - Elijah’s Garden, the plants withered and dying, as it had been over a month since Elijah had last tended to it. He sighed at seeing his old home, and looked around. “This place wasn’t my home, my English home, but for two years, this place was where I came every day, where I...lived...so this...I guess this mountain became my home…” Ray patted him on the back. “Well, let’s get ye back to your real home, yar?” Elijah chuckled at his friend. “Why are you doing a pirate voice, Ray?” Ray shook his head. “It’s not important,” he replied, dropping the accent entirely and speaking in his actual, silky smooth voice, something that no one present had ever heard. Doctor Wynn walked up behind the two. “Well boys, shall we spend one more night here before we leave forever?” Ray and Elijah nodded in agreement. Seamus pushed past them, breaking their moment. “If I ‘ave to spend one more bloody night on this goddamn mountain I’ll kill meself. Keep moving and shaddup.” Only a few hours later they reached the Hall, dusty and unkempt, but it was the Hall. Where everything had began. They saw Greg’s ashes on the floor, saw the skid marks from the carts they had rolled out, some strange machine was sitting there, no one knew what that was for. It was here that they rested, every shirt sticking with the sweat of a week of hard, stressful work. Jack came and sat next to Molly - the only member of his choir who was still alive, and he leaned back on the floor. “Why did we go on this mad quest in the first place, Molly?” Molly sighed and leaned back next to him. “Down there...I went insane. I killed people, Jack, and I mean I killed them, all to stop those poor people possessed by Shadows. Innocent people died because of me...I don’t know if there was a point.” “Do you think there was ever even a Sanctum?” She shook her head. “Once past the Steaming Caverns was just endless darkness. There was no Sanctum down there, no nothing.” Jack breathed loudly out of his nose. “Maybe Dougal just thought it all up so we would actually do something...instead of just sitting around moping…” Molly laughed, a tinkling laugh, full of happiness. “I don’t know if he’s even that smart.” Jack chuckled next to her, then he turned to look at her, and she to him. “You know that everything that happened down there isn’t going to leave our minds, right? Everything you did, everything I did...I mean I shot you with a laser, for God’s sake...we’re going to have to live with that for the rest of our lives.” Molly nodded. “But...we’re alive, and that’s what I’m happy about. All that brutal violence, all those deaths...we still won...Elijah, Ray, Doctor Wynn, and me. We won this cruel game…” Jack nodded. “That you did. Once everyone’s ready, we’re leaving this place. Going back home, to...a normal life.” Molly smiled. “I think I’m ready for that life again.” A few hours later, after everyone as well rested, the seven, plus two comatose bodies, set out of the doors of the Hall and into the snow. They walked past the wreckage of the Second Crash, and then the much more weathered wreckage of the First Crash. Seamus and Joshua were amazed at the simple beauty of Braeriach - they hadn’t seen a natural landscape in so long. “This planet...looks untouched by Blacktron,” Joshua noted. “Maybe we can find peace, here…” Many portions of the island of Scotland had been quarantined after the numerous disappearances that happened all along it, but the nine hiked right through it - through abandoned villages, farmhouses, even a city or two. After being in the darkness for so long...the world was more beautiful than anyone had ever experienced it. And then...they reached civilization. Almost 90 kilometers from the summit of Braeriach lay a small town called Bogston. From there they took a train to Glaslow, and then managed to begin their integration back into the work. It wasn’t easy, but all of them, even Seamus and Joshua, managed to do it. After all the hell they’d experienced...they finally got the happy ending they all wanted. - The End - ¬ Excerpt From the Journal of Wolfgang Auttenburg “That’s where writing this book came in. Jack, Ray and I decided to compiled a collection of journals and notes from the experience, as well as their own written conclusion, as no one was writing journals at that point, and called it The Final Hours.” His voice was coarse, likely due to the sand in the rough environment. But it somehow added to the dramatic nature of the story - after all, it’s not every day you get to hear from someone who actually was in the mountain. He looked rough, from what I could see of him out of my own goggles, and his eye...with his eyepatch, like in the story, was true, too...anyway, his eye looks weary and angry, as if he wanted this whole ordeal to leave...and I didn’t blame him - I did, too…He looked behind me at the sun, shining hotly and brightly - always too bright, and we could all tell that the day was almost over. He stood up. “They should be back soon. I hope they found Jack...gods, it’d be good to see ‘im once again.” The rest of us stood up, now that the story seemed to be over, but my little Madga piped up at the old man with her always-persistent questions - “What happened after the end?” He turned around and looked down at my little girl, squinting harshly, then around to the five others of us, who also wanted to know the answer, but wouldn’t dare say anything to the rather intense-looking man. “What happened?” He asked sarcastically, almost mimicking my daughter’s voice. “What happened to us after ‘The End’?” He growled softly, then looked directly at us. “You know what happened,” Dougal Logan said, his face glaring in the bright sunlight. “Things got a lot worse.” ¬ End Journal Excerpt -To Be Continued - Congratulations, winners! Lady K, Tariq j, def, and Dragonfire, loyal townies, you won! Host’s Notes: Holy Hell, hosting a Mafia is stressful! But I loved it so much. Thank you! Thank you every single person for playing, or reading, or enjoying the semi-okay-looking pictures. Especially the players. I know this wasn’t the usual Mafia game, especially with some of the mechanics and roles I put in the game, but I think it worked out generally okay. Now, I’m not one for the whole “every person gets an analysis”, but I will leave a few comments on a few particular players. To Lady K (Molly Tolbert) - For the first Town Block you lead, it was pretty good. Despite losing many townies along the way, you managed to recover and get rid of the rest of the Shadows, and for that you should definitely get commended. It did get a bit dictator-y at some points, but, all’s well that ends well, as they say. To CallMePie (Julia Jones) - Once again, you prove that you are excellent at being scum. That is all. Keep doing what you’re doing. To def (Elijah) - We were talking about this in the dead board, usually you’re the town block leader, so it probably was a bit hard to give up that usual position to a someone new at it, like Lady K. But even though you went off and did your own thing, you both still came to the same conclusions, and won the game! To Tariq j (Doctor Wynn) - I actually have no idea who was in the Town Block, but I would assume that you are, based on how you always tracked for Lady K. You and her were the only town PRs for quite a while there, so nice job holding up, and assisting the Town Block. To Dragonfire (Ray Christiansen) - RP-ing man, you nail it as always. Never stop. To Everyone Else - Okay, so things got a bit crazy, especially with the whole SK thing, which I apologize for doing, as there was A. no SK, and B. I wanted to have a little red-herring fun. I just couldn’t resist poking some people. This was also a kinda long game. Not Ragnarok long, but still up there, compared to Blacktron. And it was right in the middle of the holiday season. Right from the start, we were plagued with inactivity. So if you were inactive in the game...no hard feelings. Really, I get it. I wasn’t (am and still not) the perfect host, so I wouldn’t expect you to be a perfect player. I still vastly enjoyed my time hosting, despite the quite depressing lack of activity. To Myself - Good job, JJP! You didn’t screw up hosting, probably! Uh, if you have any questions, shoot ‘em at me. I put everyone’s PR’s down below, so that might help out some of the questions. Links: Roles and Night Actions Spreadsheets: https://docs.google....yxKg/edit#gid=0 Scumboard: http://123.writeboar...aiqtjd19v/login Pass is: M4f14 Deadboard: http://123.writeboar...en3d45eqtj316k3 Pass is: Bobsucks I'm out. - JJP.

¬ In the Final Days, a First-Hand Account of the Braeriach Incident Compiled by Jack Jones, Dougal Logan, and Others, Penultimate Chapter, Titled “Reunion” Julia sat against the hard, earthy ground. staring at the flames of the campfire, much as she had done since Molly had taken them down there. In her mind was a shuddering darkness that had been growing consistently ever since she had arrived on the mountain. After the crash, she had laid in the snow and looked across the flames and wreckage to see silhouettes of people moving towards them, out of the mountain - those of the First Crash. It had been Lusk and Bowman who had reached her, while others from the First Crash helped the rest of the kids and Jack around her. Next to her, Anthony was lying face-down, but as Lusk and Bowman approached, he started shaking. Julia, fatigued and in shock, could only turn her head to see him twitching in the snow, a dark cloud passing right through him, then through Lusk, who immediately collapsed, as did Bowman. Then the dark cloud came at her, and her vision was obscured. When she came to again, there was Dougal, asking if she was alright, and introducing her around. She’d had lapses throughout that initial recovery, sometimes seeing flashes of what looked to be a group surrounding a fire, surrounded themselves by a Legion of darkness. But she hid this away, except from Lusk, Bowman, and Anthony, who she’d confronted as soon as she was able to. They had the same vision themselves, and questioned its existence. It was not long after that that they discovered that they had elemental powers - ice, water, wind, and fire, and, more importantly, that they went into blank lapses, and when their minds were back, someone had died. They began to form a quiet community between themselves, never revealing their secret to anyone else for fear of being killed in a sick witch hunt. But they died all the same - first Anthony, in Elijah’s Garden, shot twice by Dougal; then Duke Bowman, his head bursting in icy blood through the hell that was the Stairs. And finally Lusk, by what only seemed like yesterday, beaten to death by everyone, including Julia herself, until he was a mess of blood, a mound of meat. The worst part was that only she, and the others she trusted, understood how it worked. They weren’t inherently evil, only when they had blanks. So when Anthony, Duke, and Lusk had died, through every painful moment of their death, that had been them, the people, not the Shadows. And now, with the four others - Ray, Elijah, Wynn, and Molly - facing her, ready to kill her, she found herself oddly calm. Everything she had cared about was lost - Jack - dead; Dougal - would be soon; her choir - all dead except for Molly, whose mind was as good as gone...everything was lost, as her life would soon be. So she continued to stare at the fire, hoping to see any hope in the light, in a life that would soon be dark. She kept staring as Ray dragged her away, and only broke her gaze when Doctor Wynn helped Ray lay her down. She flicked her eyes to Molly, who was speaking to Dougal, most likely taunting the poor man. But then Molly turned, and Julia saw the gun - Dougal’s gun - clutched in her hand. “One bullet left,” said Molly, breaking the silence. “Your death will be ceremonious.” Julia said nothing, but returned her gaze into its glassy state, now focused on some point in the dark. As Molly stepped closer, and the other three stepped back to give her her room, Julia felt her eyes wetten - everyone in this cave, everyone who had died due to any hands down here, none of them deserved it. They were all scared, frightened people, only concerned with their own safety and survival. From that very first day, where it seemed like everyone was pointing their fingers at someone different, to now, where Molly had formed a strict, organized rule over the small group - it was just because they wanted to live. As did she. From her peripheral vision, Julia could see the gun pointed at her. “Any last words?” Molly asked shakily. After all, they had been like sisters, back in London, and despite Molly’s emotional state becoming a mess, there was still that love, buried deep somewhere. Julia opened her mouth, but found that she could say nothing, no warning to them, nothing. Once she was dead, the others’ suffering was over. Her death meant their life. She merely shook her head. Molly swallowed and closed her eyes, her arm trembling. It would be a romantic enough scene, Julia imagined. In the firelight, the last death in a bloody existence, a woman pointing a gun at another woman, while her companions stood silently beside. It was time to die. NOOOOO! Was that a ghost? Was she dying? Who had screamed?! She heard electrical sounds, and opened her eyes to see Molly fly backwards, dropping the gun. The three others stood in front of Molly and Julia, with nothing but their own fists, ready to fight whoever was trying to attack them. “Get. Away. From. Her.” That was no ghost. It was the voice of a tired man, one who she knew well, weary after what seemed like a long run, and angry. She never thought she’d hear his voice so angry. She found herself smiling, despite the circumstances. Jack had arrived, she thought joyously. The Doctor, Elijah, and Ray were pulled aside by some others who she didn’t know - had Jack found companions even down here? - and he helped her up. He looked different - angrier, certainly, but healthier, too, as if he had somehow thrived here, underground. Besides him, Ewan stood, somehow alive, with...elf ears? “Are you alright, Julia?” Jack asked, looking at her carefully. She nodded. “Dougal, over there - he needs help.” Jack nodded and looked past her. “Joshua,” he said, “Go tend to him.” Some movement behind her, but she was focused on Jack only. “I thought you’d died...you, too, Ewan,” she wondered, looking at Jack’s....elven...friend. Ewan chuckled. “Can’t kill us with a little fight like that, eh, Jack?” Jack grinned. “Ewan saved me. If I’d stayed with the group, I’d most likely be dead.” Julia looked around and saw the black-haired man, dressed in scrubs, helping Dougal, fitting an eye patch on him, trimming his bloodied beard, patching up his chest wounds. She saw Ray, Elijah, and Doctor Wynn being forced to sit, with Molly still unconscious behind them, by a tall, armored red-haired man and a man with a fantastic beard, who wore an expensive suit. A...peasant-looking man walked up to Jack. “There’s something here, some presence. It feels as though it were...evil. Pure evil. I have not experienced such a feeling since the days when gods "and beasts roamed the lands. I advise haste out of here. We should return back through the tunnel.” Jack nodded seriously. “As soon as everyone is able to, we’ll go.” Julia took his pause to interject - “Who are your companions, Jack? How did you find them? Where have you been?” Jack chuckled again and clapped Ewan on the shoulder. He pointed first to the medic, “That’s Joshua,” he said. Next to the armored man “Seamus”, then “Justice Montgomery”, then towards the hooded man “Pudding-Head”. “As for how I found them, it’s more that they found me. After Ewan and I fell…” He relayed a tale of time travel, which seemed purely science-fiction and needlessly confusing, but it caught Julia up to speed. “And what happened here?” Jack asked, once he was finished with his own story. “There were ten people when Ewan and I left...have they all died?” Julia bowed her head. “They have. And Molly’s gone nearly insane...she cut Dougal’s eye out, she beat Lusk to death, she was about to shoot me in the head…” Jack sighed. “That won’t happen anymore. We’re going to get out of here, and get back home - to London.” Behind him, Seamus was glowering at his four captives, daring them to try and fight back, but, of course, none of them did. Only Doctor Wynn would even look Seamus in the eye, and he cocked his head, as if trying to remember something. Seamus eventually gave in to his curious look - “What is it, ya auld man?” he asked in his thick Scottish accent. The Doctor just continued to look perplexed. “I...feel like I’ve met you before, sir...but it was many years ago...nearly another life…” Seamus sighed. “Yer gettin’ up there if ya think we’ve met ‘fore. I’m a lot older than ye are, relatively speakin’.” Doctor Wynn suddenly stood up. “Ah! Yes! My good man, are you Seamus Aaron?” Seamus took a step back. “That’s impossible...there’s no way ye could know me.” The Doctor smiled largely. “We met, back on LI-420! I am the Doctor. Wynn’s the name.” Seamus looked absolutely dumbfounded. “But...ye changed…” The Doctor chuckled. “Ah, yes, Onyx thought she killed me, but I managed to regenerate in my ship, then, by a rather boring set of circumstances, ended up in this time, and crashed onto this mountain!” Seamus shook his head again. “This is all turnin’ into some glaikit parallel story…” Joshua tended to Dougal’s eye, having patched it up and released him from his upside-down stocks, was now double-checking his vitals to make sure nothing terrible had happened. Everything checked out, so he helped him over to Jack and Julia. Jack smiled at his old friend, and Dougal slowly returned it. “I thought I was good as dead, Jack. I still might be...there’s somethin’ you gotta know about me...about my mind. I...I think I killed people, back in the Hall...but I could ne’er remember it...I only remember the aftermath. Somethin’s’ in me, Jack...a...Shadow...or somethin’...just leave me here, will ya? Leave me here to die. I’m ready.” Jack shook his head furiously. “I won’t, Dougal. You deserve to see these people, no matter how few there are, back to their homes.” Dougal smiled even larger. “Yer a good man, Jack. A good man…” Montgomery called to Jack, asking him what to do with the captives. By then, Molly had awoken and, after seeing that she was heavily out-numbered and out-gunned, reserved herself to silence. The others, now that the Doctor and Seamus were recalling old memories, had opened up a little as well. Everyone was beginning to become chummy. But suddenly Julia and Dougal collapsed. Jack ran to Julia, Joshua to Dougal. Joshua talked hurriedly - “He looks fine...just...his brain isn’t...active?” Jack was feeling Julia’s heartbeat, checking to see what had happened. But like a quick, unforeseen wind, pure, solid shadow erupted out of the two, knocking Jack and Joshua onto the ground. Shadow swirled around them, constricting their views. It was if they were in a tornado of the darkest smoke imaginable...a pure funnel of darkness. The only light was from the campfire, which everyone began to slowly back towards, Jack and Joshua dragging Julia and Dougal’s bodies. But, again, suddenly, the wind and the swirling darkness dissipated, and it seemed like everything was quiet. But as their eyes began to adjust, they saw that they were not alone...they were surrounded by physical, human-like Shadows. For as far as the campfire’s light was cast out, they could see Shadows...and only Shadows. They had been hunting Shadows for so long, that it seemed as though they’d overlooked that the Shadows that were hunting them... ¬ End Chapter

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¬ A Journal Scrap Written by [unknown], Titled “Dramatic Writing No. 18” From his vantage point upside-down, Dougal could see that it was Lusk who was going to be killed, by the six others. He waited for Molly, as self-proclaimed “leader”, to pull out his gun, but she didn’t. He realized that in one of his fits, he must’ve dropped the gun in the Steaming Caverns cave that they had been trapped in. So now he wondered how they would kill Lusk… Molly stepped up to Lusk, who was quivering beneath her loathing gaze, and pulled out a flaming stick from the campfire. Lusk swallowed and bowed his head. “Death by fire, then? Just shove me in the damn bonfire.” Molly laughed cruelly and rubbed the stick in the ground to extinguish the flame, holding the charred, blackened stick, still warm, in front of Lusk’s worried face. “Your death, Lusk, will not be so gentle as burning.” She began to walk around Lusk and the curious others. “Back in England, every so often, we would have a festive celebration. And sometimes we’d bring out a pinata.” Lusk’s face paled as he quickly drew conclusions. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had a celebration, hasn’t it?” Molly asked, facing the other five. “But now, let us do so! We have found another Shadow!” The five - Julia, Ray, Elijah, Quincy, and Wynn - glanced at each other uncertainly. “Pinata time,” Molly said, anger lacing her tone. She smashed the stick into Lusk’s face, immediately shattering his nose and a few of his teeth, knocking him to the ground. Above Lusk’s screaming, Molly laughed, “What candies do you hold inside of you, Mr. Eccleston?!” She threw the stick to Ray, who fumbled with it before catching it. He held it and started at Molly. She turned and looked at him angrily. “Move, Ray!” Ray shook his head. “I can’t just beat him to death...it’s not right…” Molly, quick to anger lately, screamed at him - “He is a Shadow! Your enemy! Kill him!” Ray shook his head faster. “He might not be...I won’t beat an innocent to death...nay, I won’t beat anyone to death.” Molly rushed up to Ray, and despite being much shorter than him, somehow seemed above him as she hissed: “This man helped kill many of your friends and peers. Not attacking him means that you agree with everything he’s done. Are you siding with the Shadows?” Ray took a step back and shook his head again. “I’m not. I’m loyal to our side, as always...but…” Molly pushed the stick into him. “There is not but. Either you beat him or we beat you.” Ray swallowed and stepped up to Lusk’s trembling body. “Lusk...I’m sorry for this…” he whispered as he lifted the stick. He brought it down on Lusk’s back, which immediately cracked and sent Lusk into seizures. He handed the stick to Elijah, who had the same look of reluctance on his face. He glanced at Molly, saw her murderous rage, bowed his head and slammed the stick onto Lusk’s face. Through his screaming, Lusk was trying to say words. “It’s always….been….you against me...Shadows against….Town….” Molly screamed, because of the loss of anyone that Lusk might have caused, because of the Shadows, because of any other reason, no one knew. She seized the stick and began to whale on Lusk, over and over, until all that was left was an unrecognizable mess of blood and sinew in a cloak. She looked up, madly, at her companions. “Get some rest. We convene in the morning.” ¬ From the Journal of Jack Jones, Entry Date Lost, Named “Day 10” kr Through luck, we’d managed to remove any tracking device that might have been on Seamus and Joshua. The plan was quite detailed, so I’ve created a separate entry just for explaining it. (Editor’s Note: The entry was lost, or never included in the first place.) So we were ready to set out to rescue Dougal and Julia. Pudding-Head, in addition to his mad Stairs, had also dug out tunnels reaching around the miles of darkness that we were in. According to him, tunnel “8R” was the ticket. None of us, besides him, knew what “8R” was, but I was willing to take his word on it. We heard another scream piercing the darkness, a man, definitely, but neither Ewan nor I could tell who it was - just that it wasn’t Dougal. Based on who was left once Ewan threw me off the edge, it could have been Foorth, Lusk, Elijah, Quincy, Doctor Wynn, Gale, or Ray. Thankfully, though the scream implied a lot of anguish and death, Ewan now had an even more exact position of the scream. I went over what we had - Seamus had packed four laser guns, just in case; Joshua had medical supplies; Montgomery and I had scavenged some of Seamus and Joshua’s armor and built some pieces that should protect us from Dougal’s gun - the only weapon we’d seen the entire time. It looked like we were ready to set out, so...we did. We went. ¬ End Journal Entry - Entry from the Editor - The Hall was excavated a few years after these events. I traveled with the first group to explore and to retrace old steps, old memories - after all, I’d been stranded there. The Hall was in the same condition as it had been when we’d left it, but in the middle of the hall, standing like he had hadn’t died...was Woodcock. I gaped at him and whispered his name - more of a question than calling him, and he stirred. He was a mess, standing in his own broken pieces; it looked like he’d repaired himself, somehow, after being drenched. He looked at me and nodded. Then, in a hoarse, mechanical voice, he said “We have to leave a record of this. Soon, there will be no one left to be warned of this.” He moved his hand and showed me the papers in it. There were journals from all of my companions - both the living and the dead. He pulled out two worn notebooks - one that was Jack’s, he said, and the other was Dougal’s. That was how I first came to know completely of the events that had transpired around me beneath the cave - from so many more perspectives than my own. So, Woodcock and I traveled back to London and began to research the history of Braeriach, before it had been quarantined due to the numerous disappearances, and even after. We wandered to the different areas of Scotland, inquiring about these disappearances, and for everyone who had seen or heard of a disappearing person, they all shared one word with us - one word that was common over the hundred-ish people we talked to: “Shadow”. After reading these journals and over the process of compiling them, that was the word that I was more than familiar with - Shadows. ¬ A Journal Scrap Written by Ray Christiansen, Titled “Dramatic Writing No. 19” Roughly a day had passed since Lusk had been beaten to death by everyone...no one had any positivity left, and they felt their very life draining from them in the darkness. Adding to this despair was the disappearance of Quincy, sometime in what was believed to be night, all that was left was a damp trail leading off God knew where and his soul, glowing green. Now, there were only five left - and Dougal. Dougal had lapsed from numerous degrees of madness - sometimes he was as lucid as ever, other times spitting and growling at everyone - especially Molly. In fact, it wasn’t an uncommon feeling among the other travelers to give Molly a dirty glare from behind her back - they were forced to stay here largely against their will, until they found any Shadows who were left. As far as morale went, theirs was quite low. More hours passed, Molly pacing around the dimming fire; Ray thinking, writing, in his journal; the Doctor turning his screwdriver over and over in his hand; Julia looking towards the ceiling, perhaps thinking of her lost husband; Elijah digging in his pouches for any remains of his grass, anything that could calm the nerves. It was silent, silent for many hours. Eventually, from the mess that had been Lusk, his soul turned red. He was a Shadow. Molly spat onto the fire and walked over to Dougal, who was sleeping, but awoke suddenly when Molly hit him across the face. She pointed over at Lusk’s remains, at his red soul. “Recognize your shadowy brethren?” she hissed. “Another one of your friends dead.” Unfortunately, Dougal’s mind was in the wrong place at that moment, back in his “Dictator” mindset, and he began to speak in a low tone to Molly, but the rest could hear him clearly, too. “You have chained me here against my will,” Dougal whispered hoarsely. “But that will be forgiven eventually. What is left is for you to reveal yourself to me. No human I know, no one with good intention in their hearts, would ever do such things to anyone. You are no better - no...you’re worse than I ever was, and will ever be, even if I killed all of you. You have ordered the deaths of innocents, time and time again, have watched while you friends were murdered in cold blood, and this is how you react? With anger? Anger is no proper tool against anger. No, you must build up a resistance to it. Your physical anger has no merit...you must begin to use a new type of revenge, of pain. An emotional, purely mental kind of pain. Release me...and I will show you what you can do with this, I will teach you to make your enemies hurt like never before…Release me, and you will become more powerful than anyone who will ever stand before you. More powerful than even I. I see your potential. Let me tap into it...release your strength…” Molly took a step back, looking surprised at his new method of persuasion. But she shook her head. “I will never release you. You’re trying to mess with my mind, and maybe you are, but all I know is that it is us against the Shadows, us against you. And I will never forget that, no matter how much you try and persuade me otherwise.” Dougal merely chuckled, and Molly grew angrier at his insane glee. She walked to the campfire and picked up the bloodied stick that had beaten Lusk to death, then walked back to Dougal. “Your method are broken. And so will your body be.” She lifted the stick and brought it down on Dougal’s chest. Time and again, until he was unconscious again. “Find another Shadow,” she growled at the other four. ¬ End Journal Entry Characters (and Players) Jack Jones (JackJonespaw) - Jack was seperated from the group and is now with survivors deep beneath the Earth - namely time travelers. While he is separated from the group, he is attempting to figure out why all of this is happening. Dougal Logan (DannyLongLegs) - Dougal has a mysterious past, when he first arrived at the Hall, he was known as the "Dictator" and was quite cruel. Of course, over the months and years of being stranded, he calmed down and began to be a kind leader who cared for all. But the tragedy and stress of the journey down has reawakened the "Dictator", and have many mistrusting him. Julia Jones (CallMePie) - Wife of Jack, Julia has not expressed much greif at the assumed death of her husband, instead focusing on finding this "Sanctum", if it indeed does exist, but more importantly, finding the shadows. Molly Tolbert (Lady K) - Molly has taken control of the group from Dougal, and has been leading the Block against the Shadows basically since the beginning. She is known to be quite cruelly decisive, and many question whether her decisions are the right actions they should be taking. Doctor Wynn (Tariq j) - Doctor Wynn is a curious sort. A few days after the First Crash, he walked into the Hall, and everyone assumed he had just woken up from some sort of coma after the Crash and had found his way into the Hall. The good Doctor knows a lot about a lot, and has absolutely no problem babbling frantically, in a varying accent from the British Isles, about just about anything while doctoring. The doctor is deeply altruistic, caring about everything and everyone, although on the rare occasion that someone annoys him, he begins to spout on about “stupid apes” and “onyx”. No one is really sure what he means, nor why he hates monkeys and gemstones so much. Elijah (def) - Elijah didn’t want to tell anyone his last name, and no one asked after that. However, mysterious reasoning aside, without Elijah, the survivors of the First Crash would have starved to death long ago. A passionate gardener, Elijah has rows and rows of crops beneath the Hall, and he fervently forbids anyone to go down there, except Dink, who he works very closely with, to make sure that his plants are cooked as best as possible. Elijah, despite his mystery, is not a cruel man, and he makes sure that everyone is happy, well, as far as plants are concerned. Elijah also has a large interest in some sort of “special grass”, an interest that is shared by Duke. Ray Christiansen (Dragonfire) - Ray was a Broadway star before the First Crash. A star, he’ll say, stressing the “s” and looking into your eye with an intensity not seen by many. A performer, Ray is quite flamboyant and over-dramatic, thus he loves being on the mountain and in the Hall, a perfect stage for the production he believes that he’s in. Personality-wise, nobody's quite sure, as Ray is always pursuing different characters and pretending he has been and always will be that character. -DECEASED- Perce Triggs (Tachyon) - Lynched Day 1 - Town Anthony Dixon (jluck) - Lynched Day 2 - Shadows Delwyn Couch (RangeroftheForest) - Killed Night 2 - Town Mike Johnson (mediumsnowman) - Killed Night 2 - Town Duke Bowman (Cutcobra) - Killed Night 3 - Shadows Ewan Breckenridge (mostlytechnic) - Lynched Day 4 - Town Lage “Dink” Skjeggestad (TinyPieRUs) - Killed Night 4 - Town Woodcock (Bob) - Killed Night 4 - Town Foorth Dyke (Tamamono) - Lynched Day 5 - Town Gale Appleton (Piratedave84) - Killed Night 5 - Town Lusk Eccleston (fhomess) - Lynched Day 7 - Shadows Quincy Easton (KingoftheZempk) - Killed Night 7 - Town Rules 1. Each player will be given a character to play, who will be aligned with either the Town or the Shadows. To win the game, the Town must kill all enemy factions, while the Shadows must outnumber the Town. 2. Each day you will be able to vote to lynch a player. Voting should be done in the following format; Vote: Character (Player). Similarly, unvoting is to be done in the format; Unvote: Character (Player). No other format will be accepted. A majority vote is required to lynch a player. 3. A game day will last for 72 hours. You may not vote in the first 24 hours. After the day has concluded, a night stage will commence, which will last a maximum of 48 hours. Night actions must be sent to the host in the first 24 hours of the night stage. 4. The alignment of lynched players, as well as those that died during the night, will be revealed at the beginning of the next day. 5. You may not quote or pretend to quote anything sent to or from you in PM with the game host. This includes all the details of your character and role, as well as any night action results. Role claims and reporting of night action results are acceptable, but in your own words only. Do not attempt to use the structure of your role PM to your advantage. 6. Do not play the game outside the thread. Similarly, do not post out of character inside the thread; you must always play the role given to you. Game tactics and roles may only be discussed in the game thread or via PM with other players. Private discussion is done at your own risk and should be treated as part of the game. 7. If you are dead, you may not post in thread or discuss the game with any of the players. Any information you had becomes void and may not be passed on. 8. You may not edit your posts. Editing your post will result in a vote penalty on the first two occasions, and a mod-kill on the third. 9. You must post in every day thread. 10. If you encounter a problem or have any further questions, feel free to contact either Danny or me via PM. 11. Generally, there are no gameplay mechanics in the pictures. However, in each opening Day's pictures, there will be something that is relevant only to those with roles that pertain to it. To every other role, it will mean nothing. There are not clues in the character flavor text. I wrote that stuff before I even decided on alignments and roles. 12. Role Play. I tried my best to make all of the characters pretty fun to role play as, so go crazy. Give them your own personality; become your character. Have fun with it and relax.

With 6 Votes, Lusk Eccleston has been lynched! Get those night actions in!

Vote Update: 6 Votes for Lusk Eccleston: (Lady K, Dragonfire, KingoftheZempk, def, CallMePie, Tariq j) Around 6 Hours Remain! With 7 players, you need 4 to make a majority.

Vote Update: 3 Votes for Lusk Eccleston: (Lady K, Dragonfire, KingoftheZempk) Around 33 Hours Remain!

Voting is now open!

¬ From the Final Chapter of the Third Volume of the Chronicles of the Fallen, Translated from Norwegian to English, Recovered from the Body of an Automaton Fire burned bright, the only source of light in an otherwise dark world. My comrades and I had discovered only a suffocating darkness in these caverns beneath the earth, so we’ve built a camp here, in the middle of Odin knows where. For what I can imagine only being miles and miles of darkness, our light is the only source of...anything here. We had come down here searching for our leader, Sir Pudding-Head, and discovered his mad realm of stairs leading miles and miles down into the depths of the earth. The bottom, for a few hundred meters, were lit with flames shooting up from the ground, but only a few more hundred meters further, and all light had been extinguished. I think the men have torn their throats out calling for our leader, and each other, as many who came down with us became lost in the darkness. We have taken the automaton, Woodcock, with us down here, who somehow remembers the way back to the surface. If we decide that either Sir Pudding-Head is lost, or that we ourselves are, I will send the automaton back with these records that I have written - something to share with the world, just in case. (Editor’s Note: The text becomes unreadable in certain places.) One of the men **** sat up in fright, ***** pouring **** his face. He’s ******** loudly, saying something about *******, just over *** over, *******! *** others *** *******, as am I...the light just **** out ** **** fire...it’s…**** now, *** we’re surrounded by *******. *** what ***** like miles. ** placing **** inside the automaton and telling *** ** ** **** ** *** surface...God be **** you. God ** with us all. ¬ End Excerpt ¬ A Journal Scrap Written by [unknown], Titled “Dramatic Writing No. 17” Dougal Logan, as stout and as firm as he always was, woke up in total disorientation. He could not understand why the world had suddenly turned upside down on him, nor why the only thing he could see was the nearby campfire, and the rest was pure darkness. There was a lot he could not understand, but the biggest question was why he was here, tied up. He saw dark figures, mere silhouettes compared to the brightness of the fire. He was very afraid...had he been separated from the group who he had led down here in the first place? Kidnapped by some who would see him tortured, or eaten, or killed, or any number of horrific fates? Afraid of speaking and alerting them to his awareness, he began to, as quietly as he could, attempt to wiggle out of his constraints. But the rustling caught the attention of one of those sitting around the campfire, who stood up and walked towards him, from the side, so that the firelight could capture his face. It was Molly. In the firelight, she looked as though she was fire, reborn, with all the power in the world to take any who dared go against her and dissipate them with a wave of her hand. The smile that had seemed to be plastered across her face was now just a memory, replaced with a look of pure hatred, the look of someone who had been forced into a situation by someone, and now having the opportunity so that that someone was now completely at her mercy. She merely looked at Dougal with her angry eyes, waiting for him to say something. After a few moments, he did, his throat raspy and hoarse. “What ‘ave you done to me, girl?” Molly shrugged her hair back and opened her eyes slightly, as if about to reveal a large secret. “Well, Dougal, you began to act quite oddly back in those caves. So we decided that it might be best to leave the cave and to tie you up.” “Oddly?” Whispered Dougal. “Very,” replied Molly, “very oddly.” Dougal began to squirm frantically. “I need ta speak with someone from the First Crash, they’ll know what’s going on, they’ll ‘elp me out here.” “I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” Molly said, very firmly, and with authority. Dougal looked nonplussed. “I’ve decided, Dougal, that you are quite a dangerous man, so I’ve forbidden anyone from talking to you or even acknowledging you. You are alone, here, even in the company of others. You led us down here, into this darkness, and here you will die.” Dougal looked at Molly, and noticed her change of clothes, her cape, her armor. He looked towards the fire, and, in the dim light, noticed that they, too, had new different clothes. Armored...he could only wonder why that was. As if reading his mind, Molly answered. “There was a bunch of bodies around here with armor on. We took what fit. Our old clothes were quite stiff and smelled horrid.” “How did they die?” Dougal asked. “Maybe the same way you will. Staying here, in the darkness, until you starve to death.” Dougal widened his eyes, and called to those sitting around the campfire. “Ray!” He shouted. “Ray, you’ve seen me like this before, you’ve ‘elped me! Help me now, again!” There was no response. Dougal tried again - “Doctor! Doctor Wynn!” Again, no response. “Elijah! Lusk!” There was bit of movement from the campfire, as if those he had called had reluctantly turned their heads away. He caught the face of Julia, and he screamed to her. “Julia! ‘elp me! For Jack! Jack would ‘elp me!” Molly, still to his left, smiled. “Jack led us down here with you. If he hadn’t died earlier, he would be tied up next to you.” Dougal narrowed his eyes and looked straight into Molly’s. “You can’t stop these people from controlling me.” He growled. Molly stepped closer. “Dougal, let me say this in a way that you might understand...I, and only I, not you anymore...I am in control now. I lead this group. We are going to stay here until we find the rest of the Shadows, and then we are going to leave you here and try to find our way out. We’ve decided that there is no Sanctum, that you are just a Shadow trying to lure us down here to kill us all. Your...fits of insanity are only helping fuel my fire.” Dougal, with a look of pure anger, hissed out the only words fitting in a situation. “You….bitch.” Molly laughed. “Wise words to someone at your mercy.” She pulled out a knife and held it up to Dougal’s face. “And I don’t think they’re to my liking.” With a blur of metal, she jabbed the knife into Dougal’s left eye. His screams pierced the darkness and she held her hand to his mouth to silence him. “Any more insults like that, and you lose your tongue, too.” Dougal only growled in pain, and Molly laughed, walking away, closer to the fire, with the rest of her group. ¬ From the Journal of Jack Jones, Entry Date Lost, Named Day 9 Ewan and I were sitting down, discussing events from the past few days with the rest of the group. I felt like we’d bonded over the last few days with the rest of the group, and it felt good to have a solid group of companions with me. But the question that was gnawing inside of me was - what would we do now? I felt like we all had different motives - I wanted to find Dougal and Julia, who were hopefully still alive, and get them out of here - I wouldn’t leave the mountain without them. Ewan was curious about the thing that Seamus and Joshua were guarding, and he had expressed interest at going to see it, which he had told me when we’d first landed down here. Yet I felt like it paled in comparison to finding my wife and kids and friend. Save them first, then come back here with a larger group and plan out what action we would need to take, if there was any we had to take. Montgomery seemed to have a modified version of my plan - we could go back and get my friends and family, or we could just get out of here ASAP, since Ewan knew how to get back. Seamus and Joshua, of course, had a job given to them by the ruler of the universe, so they felt it best to stay down here and guard the mountain, at least, until they found a way to get free from Cerberus’ monitoring. As for Pudding-Head, well, no one was really sure what he wanted. His life was far gone, as was Woodcock. He hadn’t said much this whole time, and I assumed that he’d just go with whatever plan won, since one thing was clear: we wouldn’t be splitting up. For many more hours, we debated, showing the pros and cons of each plan. Eventually, it had been narrowed down to two plans - Ewan’s and mine. If I could find a way to stop Cerberus’ audio monitoring of Seamus and Joshua, they were with me, and we would come back here once we had saved everyone else. I had a working plan, but before I could write it down to show them, a piercing scream echoed through the caves - a man in pure pain. I jumped to my feet - it was someone from our group, had to be. I looked to Ewan and he nodded - he’d gotten a fix on the location of the scream, and we could narrow it down. I quickly jotted my plan for Seamus and Joshua down, and they nodded. We would enact the plan as soon as possible, and then we would go find the group. ¬ End Journal Entry. Characters (and Players) Jack Jones (JackJonespaw) - Jack was seperated from the group and is now with survivors deep beneath the Earth - namely time travelers. While he is separated from the group, he is attempting to figure out why all of this is happening. Dougal Logan (DannyLongLegs) - Dougal has a mysterious past, when he first arrived at the Hall, he was known as the "Dictator" and was quite cruel. Of course, over the months and years of being stranded, he calmed down and began to be a kind leader who cared for all. But the tragedy and stress of the journey down has reawakened the "Dictator", and have many mistrusting him. Julia Jones (CallMePie) - Wife of Jack, Julia has not expressed much greif at the assumed death of her husband, instead focusing on finding this "Sanctum", if it indeed does exist, but more importantly, finding the shadows. Molly Tolbert (Lady K) - Molly has taken control of the group from Dougal, and has been leading the Block against the Shadows basically since the beginning. She is known to be quite cruelly decisive, and many question whether her decisions are the right actions they should be taking. Quincy Easton (KingoftheZempk) - Qunicy is cursed with hyperhidrosis of the body, an exceedingly rare disorder. As such, he is constantly soaked with sweat, and usually isolated, since no one wants to touch him or be near enough to smell his salty sweat. Qunicy has remained largely out of the spotlight in the accusations, preferring to quietly sweat in a corner rather than dodge suspicions. Lusk Eccleston (fhomess) - Lusk is the type of man to look in the mirror and get an erection at his own moustache. His moustache is his pride and joy, as is his dazzling smile. Doctor Wynn (Tariq j) - Doctor Wynn is a curious sort. A few days after the First Crash, he walked into the Hall, and everyone assumed he had just woken up from some sort of coma after the Crash and had found his way into the Hall. The good Doctor knows a lot about a lot, and has absolutely no problem babbling frantically, in a varying accent from the British Isles, about just about anything while doctoring. The doctor is deeply altruistic, caring about everything and everyone, although on the rare occasion that someone annoys him, he begins to spout on about “stupid apes” and “onyx”. No one is really sure what he means, nor why he hates monkeys and gemstones so much. Elijah (def) - Elijah didn’t want to tell anyone his last name, and no one asked after that. However, mysterious reasoning aside, without Elijah, the survivors of the First Crash would have starved to death long ago. A passionate gardener, Elijah has rows and rows of crops beneath the Hall, and he fervently forbids anyone to go down there, except Dink, who he works very closely with, to make sure that his plants are cooked as best as possible. Elijah, despite his mystery, is not a cruel man, and he makes sure that everyone is happy, well, as far as plants are concerned. Elijah also has a large interest in some sort of “special grass”, an interest that is shared by Duke. Ray Christiansen (Dragonfire) - Ray was a Broadway star before the First Crash. A star, he’ll say, stressing the “s” and looking into your eye with an intensity not seen by many. A performer, Ray is quite flamboyant and over-dramatic, thus he loves being on the mountain and in the Hall, a perfect stage for the production he believes that he’s in. Personality-wise, nobody's quite sure, as Ray is always pursuing different characters and pretending he has been and always will be that character. -DECEASED- Perce Triggs (Tachyon) - Lynched Day 1 - Town Anthony Dixon (jluck) - Lynched Day 2 - Shadows Delwyn Couch (RangeroftheForest) - Killed Night 2 - Town Mike Johnson (mediumsnowman) - Killed Night 2 - Town Duke Bowman (Cutcobra) - Killed Night 3 - Shadows Ewan Breckenridge (mostlytechnic) - Lynched Day 4 - Town Lage “Dink” Skjeggestad (TinyPieRUs) - Killed Night 4 - Town Woodcock (Bob) - Killed Night 4 - Town Foorth Dyke (Tamamono) - Lynched Day 5 - Town Gale Appleton (Piratedave84) - Killed Night 5 - Town Rules 1. Each player will be given a character to play, who will be aligned with either the Town or the Shadows. To win the game, the Town must kill all enemy factions, while the Shadows must outnumber all enemy factions. Third-Party Characters, if there are any, are given their own set of conditions to win. 2. Each day you will be able to vote to lynch a player. Voting should be done in the following format; Vote: Character (Player). Similarly, unvoting is to be done in the format; Unvote: Character (Player). No other format will be accepted. A majority vote is required to lynch a player. 3. A game day will last for 72 hours. You may not vote in the first 24 hours. After the day has concluded, a night stage will commence, which will last a maximum of 48 hours. Night actions must be sent to the host in the first 24 hours of the night stage. 4. The alignment of lynched players, as well as those that died during the night, will be revealed at the beginning of the next day. 5. You may not quote or pretend to quote anything sent to or from you in PM with the game host. This includes all the details of your character and role, as well as any night action results. Role claims and reporting of night action results are acceptable, but in your own words only. Do not attempt to use the structure of your role PM to your advantage. 6. Do not play the game outside the thread. Similarly, do not post out of character inside the thread; you must always play the role given to you. Game tactics and roles may only be discussed in the game thread or via PM with other players. Private discussion is done at your own risk and should be treated as part of the game. 7. If you are dead, you may not post in thread or discuss the game with any of the players. Any information you had becomes void and may not be passed on. 8. You may not edit your posts. Editing your post will result in a vote penalty on the first two occasions, and a mod-kill on the third. 9. You must post in every day thread. 10. If you encounter a problem or have any further questions, feel free to contact either Danny or me via PM. 11. Generally, there are no gameplay mechanics in the pictures. However, in each opening Day's pictures, there will be something that is relevant only to those with roles that pertain to it. To every other role, it will mean nothing. There are not clues in the character flavor text. I wrote that stuff before I even decided on alignments and roles. 12. Role Play. I tried my best to make all of the characters pretty fun to role play as, so go crazy. Give them your own personality; become your character. Have fun with it and relax.

And the day ends! With...no lynch! Get those night actions in, kiddies!

Votes! 2 Votes for Lusk Eccleston (Tariq J, Dragonfire) 3 Votes for Elijah (def, Lady K, CallMePie) With 7 players, you need 4 votes to make a majority. You have about 20 minutes left.

Votes! 3 Votes for Lusk Eccleston (KingoftheZempk, Tariq J, Dragonfire) 3 Votes for Elijah (def, Lady K, CallMePie) With 7 players, you need 4 votes to make a majority. You have a little more than 2 hours left.

Votes! 5 Votes for Lusk Eccleston (Lady K, KingoftheZempk, CallMePie, Tariq J, Dragonfire) 1 Vote for Elijah (def) With 7 players, you need 4 votes to make a majority. You have like...5 hours left? Somewhere around there.

Votes! 3 Votes for Lusk Eccleston (Lady K, def, KingoftheZempk)

Get votin', kiddies!

Warning! There's a bunch of crap to read! You don't have to read it! Don't worry if you don't! - JJP ¬ Lieutenant Joshua Wright - Entry Log 1509 Seamus is nervous, but I don’t blame him for it. Onyx Cerberus sent us on a mission to protect this tiny little mountain far in the future, on her sacred “Second Earth”. Neither of us wanted to do it, but that’s what happens when you work for the highest bidder, and Blacktron owns the universe. Of course, they pretty much own us, too. Imagine our surprise when she revealed that, not only did she have a time machine, but she intended to send us into the far future. “Soon, some will come to destroy what lies in the mountain,” she said. “You will protect it with your life.” So we were prepared to do. Now, our working theory, based on looking back at Onyx’s fervor, is that this mountain could be used as a time gate, to teleport people forwards and backwards in time. Of course, this theory has only been furthered by those new residents who have joined us down here. I will quickly detail their stories, as well as a few notes on other things here, in this log, for future reference, since I will be giving my journal to Jack for research and historical documentation. The Tale of Sir Pudding-Head Pudding-Head is the most interesting person we’ve met down here. Bone-headed, yet resourceful, he became a valuable asset to our survival. Even more so when we learned that he came from the fourteenth century, after migrating to Scotland in the great Scandinavian Scotland migration, after become fed up with the constant betrayal of his neighbors. And the giant monsters that seemed to pop up every few days. So he moved here, alone, as he told us Pudding-Heads do, and discovered Braeriach. He helped in creation of the first Scottish Meadhall, and assisted with building a successful automaton, which he named Woodcock, after his...well...nethers. He continued to build, since most Pudding-Heads can’t stop a project once starting, and build a vast array of stairs. It was then that he discovered us and the others (more details on them below.) Apparently, once you were this far down, time flowed differently, becoming a spiral - confusing, and no way to know which way was straight. For him it had been around fifty long years of building, yet for us it had been centuries since he first arrived. Yet here he is, now...with us. The Tale of Sir Justice Tate Montgomery Justice Tate Montgomery. He’s a very...intense man. After we met Pudding-Head, it only seemed like a couple of days later that we met Montgomery. He had come from a very esteemed background in law, and had been traveling from America to England to Scotland to take part in a rather large convention of other proud Justices. But, his plane crashed here, on Braeriach, and, after only a few weeks (or months, he won’t tell us how long he spent there), he decided that he wasn’t fit for the lifestyle that the "Dictator", as Montgomery called him, with fear in his eyes, had set up. I know just mentioning the "Dictator" is a bit obscure, but I will detail him a bit later down. Back to Montgomery. Montgomery hadn’t come alone, he’d come with a kid called Andrew, but we’d lost the poor 12 year old only a few hours after they’d arrived. More on him, too, later. Montgomery proved himself useful in the art of spear-fishing, which I hadn’t expected when I first met him. The Tale of Sir Andrew Andrew put Seamus and me on edge. He’d arrived here with Montgomery, but somehow seemed more capable than the other four of us combined. And much more malicious. Thankfully (although I say that loosely, as we never got to learn about his true character), Andrew was soon lost, and we haven’t seen him since. I have no idea how much time has actually passed since he disappeared, but I’d put it at at least a year. Maybe two. The Tale of Sir The "Dictator" Montgomery told us as much about the "Dictator" as he could. Only a few minutes after they had crashed, the "Dictator" was taking control of the situation with an eerily calm demeanor. Most of the other folk had vanished, but Montgomery remembered talking to a few of them before he’d “escaped”, as he says. There was a small cook, named Lage, who’d had a whole family, a wife and a newborn child. A young girl who had been taken with Ewan. A man who’d had constant headaches. A young Agrostologist who had formed a concrete relationship with a gardener. A PTSD-ridden Colonel. These especially, since they had disappeared, one by one, though the weeks (or months) that Montgomery spend in the Hall with the "Dictator". He described the "Dictator" as a “cruel man. I am a just man, but his punishments do not share any relationship with justice. He and his hooded co-leader, a woman named ‘Couch’, use fear to force us to do what they want. The "Dictator", he is stormy and grey. He is the only one I know who is permitted (by himself) to carry a gun around. He has established a firm grip on the survivors of the Crash. I got out before he could take me, too.” The Tale of Sir Ewan Breckenridge I don’t know too much about Ewan, but I do know that he, Seamus, and I are the only ones on this planet who have directly met Onyx Cerberus. Thankfully, he noticed that Seamus and I are fearful of Blacktron, and he has also noticed that we work for Blacktron, so he has opted to not say anything out loud, since he must have guessed that Onyx is monitoring our conversations. But through careful, subtle hand movements, both Seamus and I have worked out that he has come here to destroy the thing that Onyx told us to guard with our lives. And, I think...we might just help him. Otherwise, Ewan seems very adventurous for someone from the race of the Thrandulls. Perhaps this is why he was sent to Second Earth; all the Thrandulls I have met are very passive and peaceful. About Time Time moves differently down here. It isn’t linear, even though it seems to be sped up. I’ve attempted to make two timelines - one of actual time events, based on Second Earth’s year system, and one of the relative events that Seamus and I have experienced. - Second Earth Time - 64159403 B.C. - I vanish from Excalibur 64159400 B.C. - Seamus flees LI-420 64159399 B.C. - Onyx Cerberus takes over the Universe 64159384 B.C. - Seamus and I are bid by Onyx to travel forward in time to Second Earth 64159383 B.C. - Ewan travels forwards in time to Second Earth. 1396 - Pudding-Head experiences the end of the world as he knows it 1406 - Pudding-Head arrives at Braeriach 1459 - Pudding-Head makes his way down his mad staircase, where he meets us 1760 - Second Earth recording of disturbance at Braeriach, a large pulsing darkness and a shattering noise. This was only written down through a fourth account perspective. 2016 - Ewan arrives from 64159399 B.C. and blends in with Second Earth culture. 2017 - Montgomery, Andrew, Ewan, and the "Dictator", along with others, crash onto Braeriach Early 2018 - Montgomery and Andrew escape and find us 2018 - Seamus and I travel here from the time machine 2019 - Jack crashes onto the mountain, and travels down here with Ewan - Relative Time - (written from years/months/days before I am writing this entry) 2 years, 1 month, and 13 days ago - Seamus and I arrive on this mountain 1 year, 11 months, and 6 days ago - Pudding-Head finds his way down the Stairs, to us 1 year, 6 months, and 8 days ago - Justice Montgomery and Andrew come down here 1 day ago - We find Jack and Ewan So, as you see, something doesn’t add up. In actual time, Pudding-Head, Montgomery, and Andrew found us before we were actually on the mountain. But in relative time, somehow we spanned 560 years of Second Earth time in only about 5 months relative time. To sum it up, time has no logic here. And I’m willing to bet that the Shadow we’re guarding has something to do with it all. But what concerns me most of all is that, according to Montgomery, the "Dictator" is still alive. And he could be still in the group, still in control over them. We haven’t brought him up to Jack and Ewan yet, but maybe once we do, we can find out just who this "Dictator" actually is. ¬ End Log ¬ From the Journal of Dougal Logan, Named Entry 3 Even since Foorth trapped us in this cave, I’ve been goin’ mad. I’ve left everyone to deal with their own thing while I try an’ figure out what the ‘ell’s goin’ on with my mind. I’m havin’ a resurgence of the ol’ me. Delwyn’d most corrected that behavior, but ever since she’s been gone, I’ve been losin’ a li’l bit of myself, my...Dougal….an’ a bit o’th’...other guy’s comin’ out. Must’ve been killin’ those poor folks...all this stress an’ trauma...it don’t sit well. One more person dead because o’me might just be the end of ol’ Dougal. I’ll try an’ keep it in. Not anythin’ else I can actually do. Jack’s death, too, causin’ a lot o’pain ‘ere. But no one in the group other than me seems to care much, that I can see. They all just wanna get outta ‘ere. Why don’t they care a’bout Jack? Are they ungrateful for ‘im? Ahhh, man, it makes me angry just thinkin’ about it... ¬ End Journal Entry ¬ From the Journal of Doctor Wynn, Regeneration 12 Entry #18 I like to keep these quick and simple, but the absolutely mad bumbling of everyone might cause me to rant a bit...I’ll attempt to keep any quips out of this journal...but, then again, I am Scottish. Foorth, one of the most clever lads I’ve ever met, trapped us in this cavern. However, instead of having to deal with something as fun as underground space alien moles, I have to deal with suspicion. If I’m not near my...ah...ship, I can’t do much about them killing me. Not much coming back after they shoot the poor old Doctor. Things like this make me wish I still had a companion. They always seem to help me out. Oh, it seems like I am ranting, doesn’t it? The point is, we discovered Gale’s body, burnt, on the floor. Looks as though he fell in one of the many fire spurts here. Although it could have been the lightning sand, if there is any here. Point is, his soul was green. One of us, a townie. Foorth, too, sent a carrier pigeon earlier, saying two things, one of it involving a nice four-letter word, the other saying that he was town… Anyway, back to pointing fingers. Sincerely, Doctor Wynn ¬ End Regeneration 12 Entry #18 Characters (and Players) Jack Jones (JackJonespaw) - Jack was the leader of a choir, and now, one of the two leaders in the Hall. Moderately courageous, and definitely handsome, his entire life is now making sure that he, his wife, and the kids can survive and, God willing, get rescued. He is a tenor, but his voice can sing at all male ranges. Useful skill for the male choir instructor. Dougal Logan (DannyLongLegs) - Dougal has been in the Hall for two years, and has dedicated that time, aside from keeping the survivors of the First Crash alive, to grooming the perfect beard and hair. He believes he has accomplished this, and now spends his time searching through the gigantic Hall looking for a pair of eyebrow tweezers so that his countenance might finally be perfected. Brave and somewhat grumpy, Dougal is a kind soul, and will try his best to keep a new lot of people alive. Dougal does sing, but his range is currently unknown, as his fierce eyebrows keep those kinds of questions at bay. Julia Jones (CallMePie) - The wife of Jack, and the much more level-headed of the couple, Julia tends to take control when Jack can’t or won’t. Or when she thinks he’s wrong. Which is often. She is also a fantastic Soprano singer, and she trains the girls of the choir. She has always secretly wanted to shatter glass with her voice, but she’s always felt guilty that she would break something valuable or expensive. Molly Tolbert (Lady K) - Molly is the oldest of the choir, and no doubt the most beautiful, as she likes to let people know. She also is the main soloist of the choir, with a soprano to rival Julia’s. She’s very interested in the Hall’s history, as her father tells her brave stories about her ancestor, an ancient Scandanavian warrior who said he was Thor’s son. Believing to be descended from such God-ly roots doesn’t help her ego become more tolerable. Quincy Easton (KingoftheZempk) - Qunicy is cursed with hyperhidrosis of the body, an exceedingly rare disorder. As such, he is constantly soaked with sweat, and usually isolated, since no one wants to touch him or be near enough to smell his salty sweat. Even in the choir, he sings alone, the sole countertenor in the choir. Lusk Eccleston (fhomess) - Lusk is the type of man to look in the mirror and get an erection at his own moustache. His moustache is his pride and joy, as is his dazzling smile. He constantly drops hints in Mike’s direction that he is deeply in love with him, but Mike is too proud to even notice him. Lusk searches for a way to have Mike fall in love with him and his moustache. Doctor Wynn (Tariq j) - Doctor Wynn is a curious sort. A few days after the First Crash, he walked into the Hall, and everyone assumed he had just woken up from some sort of coma after the Crash and had found his way into the Hall. The good Doctor knows a lot about a lot, and has absolutely no problem babbling frantically, in a varying accent from the British Isles, about just about anything while doctoring. The doctor is deeply altruistic, caring about everything and everyone, although on the rare occasion that someone annoys him, he begins to spout on about “stupid apes” and “onyx”. No one is really sure what he means, nor why he hates monkeys and gemstones so much. Elijah (def) - Elijah didn’t want to tell anyone his last name, and no one asked after that. However, mysterious reasoning aside, without Elijah, the survivors of the First Crash would have starved to death long ago. A passionate gardener, Elijah has rows and rows of crops beneath the Hall, and he fervently forbids anyone to go down there, except Dink, who he works very closely with, to make sure that his plants are cooked as best as possible. Elijah, despite his mystery, is not a cruel man, and he makes sure that everyone is happy, well, as far as plants are concerned. Elijah also has a large interest in some sort of “special grass”, an interest that is shared by Duke. Ray Christiansen (Dragonfire) - Ray was a Broadway star before the First Crash. A star, he’ll say, stressing the “s” and looking into your eye with an intensity not seen by many. A performer, Ray is quite flamboyant and over-dramatic, thus he loves being on the mountain and in the Hall, a perfect stage for the production he believes that he’s in. Personality-wise, nobody's quite sure, as Ray is always pursuing different characters and pretending he has been and always will be that character. -DECEASED- Perce Triggs (Tachyon) - Town Anthony Dixon (jluck) - Shadows Delwyn Couch (RangeroftheForest) - Town Mike Johnson (mediumsnowman) - Town Duke Bowman (Cutcobra) - Shadows Lage “Dink” Skjeggestad (TinyPieRUs) - Town Ewan Breckenridge (mostlytechnic) - Town Woodcock (Bob) - Town Gale Appleton (Piratedave84) - Town Foorth Dyke (Tamamono) - Town Rules 1. Each player will be given a character to play, who will be aligned with either the Town or the Shadows. To win the game, the Town must kill all enemy factions, while the Shadows must outnumber all enemy factions. 2. Each day you will be able to vote to lynch a player. Voting should be done in the following format; Vote: Character (Player). Similarly, unvoting is to be done in the format; Unvote: Character (Player). No other format will be accepted. A majority vote is required to lynch a player. 3. A game day will last for 72 hours. You may not vote in the first 24 hours. After the day has concluded, a night stage will commence, which will last a maximum of 48 hours. Night actions must be sent to the host in the first 24 hours of the night stage. 4. The alignment of lynched players, as well as those that died during the night, will be revealed at the beginning of the next day. 5. You may not quote or pretend to quote anything sent to or from you in PM with the game host. This includes all the details of your character and role, as well as any night action results. Role claims and reporting of night action results are acceptable, but in your own words only. Do not attempt to use the structure of your role PM to your advantage. 6. Do not play the game outside the thread. Similarly, do not post out of character inside the thread; you must always play the role given to you. Game tactics and roles may only be discussed in the game thread or via PM with other players. Private discussion is done at your own risk and should be treated as part of the game. 7. If you are dead, you may not post in thread or discuss the game with any of the players. Any information you had becomes void and may not be passed on. 8. You may not edit your posts. Editing your post will result in a vote penalty on the first two occasions, and a mod-kill on the third. 9. You must post in every day thread. 10. If you encounter a problem or have any further questions, feel free to contact either Danny or me via PM. 11. Generally, there are no gameplay mechanics in the pictures. However, in each opening Day's pictures, there will be something that is relevant only to those with roles that pertain to it. To every other role, it will mean nothing. There are not clues in the character flavor text. I wrote that stuff before I even decided on alignments and roles. 12. Role Play. I tried my best to make all of the characters pretty fun to role play as, so go crazy. Give them your own personality; become your character. Have fun with it and relax. 13. Get ready. The fun begins...now!

And with that, Foorth Dyke has been voted off the island! Get those night actions in, kiddies! ¬ From Foorth Dyke, addressed “Idiotic Mafia Players” Dear Eurobricks Mafia players JackJonespaw, DannyLongLegs, CallMePie, PirateDave84, Lady K, KingoftheZempk, fhomess, Tariq j, def, and Dragonfire. Oh, and all those other people reading, like mostlytechnic, jluck, etc. There are a lot of you. It's completely ridiculous that I'm being purposely ostracized in a situation where we are in no real danger anyway. We can at any point walk off the stage immediately - wake the megabluck up! Don't you realize we're all plastic? Literally made of ABS - no need to work out, you already have plenty! There is no island! We are all LEGO minifigs! This is all a set for a "mafia game" for people who obviously have never experienced what the REAL mafia is like - I'm not even gonna go there. This entire story is a cleverly contrived narrative meant for nothing but the satisfaction of otherworldly beings. There is no such thing as a Shadow except the shadows cast by the photographer when he takes a picture.This whole situation is entirely hyper-real - we are nothing but pawns in some sickos idea of a great game; this is no real world situation but a simulation of suffering and strife meant to appease the minds of feebleminded beings of flesh. For those of you who care about the story and like the pretty pictures, I’ll tell you what the imagined story is. So Dougal and co. came down the Stairs, saw Woodcock, played by Bob, and Dink, played by TPRU, get removed from the game by pretending that they died. For a few imaginary hours, the minifigures walked around sets that the host didn’t build, looking at the Steaming Caverns, blah blah. Eventually they came to a small cavern, where they decided to spend the night. Here they formed a mob against me and wondered if I was scum or not. Dougal came out with his gun, ol’ “one bullet left”, as I call it. Oh no! He’s going to shoot me! He didn’t. I was fed up with this crap. I was about to leave the set, but I decided to megabluck with them first. So I threw a bunch of crap in front of the cavern entrance. So now they had to pretend like they were stuck in a cavern! Oh no! Time’s running out! As for me, I decided to walk around the little studio that the host set up. Hey look, over here’s the camera that the host uses. Over there - it’s Jack Jones and Ewan over in their little cave set. Isn’t this so interesting?! Yea I’m done. Bye bye. Only eight players left! Good luck finding the scum and serial killer. Wait. Did I reveal something? Haha. Hahahahaha. Or didn’t I? *More written laughter.* Oh wait, those little dots before the “M” and after the “.” are asteriks. Just wanted to, uh, make sure everyone can see those. Ya know how that goes, right? Now, if you'll excuse me, *slings scarf over shoulder* I'm out of here. Oh look, more asteriks. - Foorth Dyke ¬ End Letter. ¬ From the Journal of Jack Jones, Entry Date Lost, Named Day 6 Ewan and I hadn’t moved from the cave after hearing the noise. It could have been anything - as innocent as a mouse or a spider, or as deadly as that mysterious “Blacktron” force Ewan had told me about. Speaking of, Ewan was filling me in on every notable event that he’d experienced - the Blacktron invasion, the chaos that had ensued since, some event known as “Excalibur”, which he didn’t know too much about, and other events here and there that appeared in most world history textbooks. Apparently, Earth, or, the Earth as we knew it, was actually a “Second” Earth. A woman known as “Onyx Cerberus” had isolate those who most resisted Blacktron here, on this new planet. She had wiped their minds completely and they had acted as animals. All those sympathetic towards them were subjugated further under Cerberus. She had forbidden any contact, from any planet or ship, with those on Second Earth. For all Ewan knew, Blacktron still held the universe in their grip. Slowly, through many years of research, Ewan’s race learned of the origins of Blacktron, which happened in the future, both Ewan’s future and my own future. So they had sent Ewan here, and here he was. It was absolutely fascinating, hearing all this, and the knowledge was incredible. If we ever got out of this rock, Ewan and I would have to explain this all to the National Space Agencies, and hopefully find a solution. And then, we heard another few noises, footsteps, as if a group of people were trying to stealthily walk towards us. Someone shushed someone else. And the noise got quieter. But we could still tell that they were moving towards us. Then we heard a thud, and a curse, and then a ranting from a rather Scottish sounding voice. Ewan looked perplexed, then gasped and ran to the entrance of the cave and called out: “Seamus? Is that you?” The group, shady in the darkness, walked closer. And then...in the cave entrance stood four figures. The one in front, with wild auburn hair, spoke. “Ewan? Is that ye?” ¬ End Journal Entry