Players in the game:

1. im_lost
2. Isamil
3. Xentor
4. EMPDemon
5. Swiftspear
6. Hellfire3k
7. Mantrid
8. Talesin
9. Petco
10. Sky
11. Stkhanov
12. Crispy
13. A wild blackmage appears!

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Day 1/Night 1 post will start at 2pm Monday. Wolves roles have been past out. As soon as the wolves decide who to convert, human roles will be past out. Since this night is a NPC death, human roles will not work (guardian can't protect NPC, seer cannot look into a player, psychic... well... I hope the psychic can count).

Due to the reduced amount, there will be 2 starting wolves.

Day 2 will start on Tuesday 2pm. Because the human/wolves roles will not work in the first night, we'll just cut the second part of the night early, and get with Day 2.

"passed" not "past" silly cat

1. No night time posting in the thread (yes, I'm breaking this rule now too).
2. Don't edit your posts.

I know your post didn't have anything to do with the game, but this also works as a general reminder.

I'm not a good writer at all, so I will tend to use words that may not be correct.

So without ado... here's the story.

PROLOGUE


The marines have won.

That is, humanity has survived against the attacks of the Kharaa. Several years have past since the first contact of these flesh-manipulating beasts and the triumphant marines have battled their way successfully in each counter. There were many lives lost, many places forsaken, but at the end, humanity stood tall and proud. The TSA has built many spaceships and train many soldiers to push back the horrors of terror. They have gain back many planets and spaceports that were lost in the first stages of the war. It won’t be long until the Kharaa plague will be contained, and then exterminated with extreme justice. Humanity will prevail! But unfortunately, the truth is much more darker…

~.~.~.~.~.~

In the outskirts of the TSA-controlled territory, a lone TSA spaceship slowly hovers over a landing pad, carved out from the bedrock. Beyond it is a metal plate door, several feet thick, able to withstand any TSA firepower, and Kharaa’s well-known acid attacks. On either side are two powerful twin-gatling cannons, pointing outward towards space ready to obliterate anything in its path. Right now, the ship is in its path, which is tries to thrust and tilt away, scraping the legs across the ground as metal screeches in protest.

“God dammit, that’s the third time that happened. Can anyone take over?” Corporal Torun looks irritated as he delicately fiddles around with the instruments in front of him.

“What do you think we run, a company here? There’s no shifts or breaks, or 8-hour jobs. You’re the only one qualified to run this forsaken tinbucket, so quit your whining and land this thing! And make it sometime today, before they shoot us down instead of waiting for us to land.” Lieutenant Dordon scowls, peering down behind Torun as he watches between his readouts and the screen, where the metal doors appear in front of the window.

Torun sighs internally, as he work with the controls. It’s always his job to transport troops around for the TSA, and nothing else. Due to his previous injuries and current health, he could not perform well in the battlefield, so TSA gave him a job that doesn’t require him to move much. After fiddling the controls for a few more minutes, there was a solid thud as the ship hits the ground and stops swaying back and forth. Torun quickly shuts down the thrusters, and turns to Dordon, saying, “Ship is landed, sir.”

Dordon nods with approval. “Get the men thawed out of cryosleep and get them to move in. We got a long day ahead of us.”

“Yes sir.” Torun slowly moves from the controls and head to the cryochambers, where the rest of the marines are sleeping peacefully through this one-month journey. He shakes his head once, wishing he were one of them, able to sleep and not have to man the ship with Lieutenant Dordon breathing behind his back. “Maybe one day, I’ll rest in peace, and away from Dordon and his crew,” thought Torun.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Sky peers through one of the windows in the cargo bay, looking at the ship. It’s a bigger one than a normal cargo ship that usually docks in this far-out place every once in a blue moon. He turns to Cimedipe and says, “I think this is the troops transport they were talking about, to reinforcement security here in Froimor.”

“You think? Look.” Cimedipe points towards the small line of marines assembled in the cargo bay, after it has been pressurized, and then lead off to the security checkpoint room. “It’s about time. Getting tired of scientists, getting tired of the food, and getting tired of the whole facility. I want to get out of here… and away from those critters. I still get those shivers.”

~.~.~.~.~.~

Squadman Mantrid peers around in confusion, especially coming out of sleep, out of the cargo bay, and now into a white room with two doors. To him, the only thing seems to be humming background, with an annoying women’s voice that keeps on saying, “Processing.” After a few minutes, the woman finally breaks her loop and says, “Complete. Squadman Mantrid, part of TSA troop #MGD2546-02. You are cleared for this facility. Welcome to the Froimor Outpost.” A door slides open, different from the door Mantrid came into.

For a moment, Mantrid hesitates to go through until he heard Dordon’s voice yell out, “Mantrid? Are you going to stay in there for another doctor’s checkup, or are you going to join with the rest of the team?” Hearing that, Mantrid briskly walks out of the room into another room, where most of the marines – EMP Demon, Torun, Dordon, ScopeNecro, Nalseht, Falreh, and EightyThree – are located. There are a few other people as well, including a scientist and another two marines. The room is formed like a briefing room, with all the marines sitting down looking forward to the blackboard, except Dordon, the scientist and the two marines.

Dordon glares at Mantrid as Mantrid takes a seat next to EMP Demon. He clears up as he glances around at the marine team. “Boys, you’re in a treat, since as of right now, you be staying here for a while and not shipped out towards missions where you get yourself killed. So give this man your full attention.”

The scientist clears his throat. “Ah yes, thank you. Excuse me for my ramblings, but I’m not much of a speaker,” says the scientist nervously. “Welcome to the Froimor Outpost, which stands for Frontiersman’s Remote Outpost In Medicial-Oriented Research. I am Doctor Clide, head of this facility. You were chosen as part of an honor group in helping us pioneer to a new humanity age, and with your help for a couple months, we can make that a reality.”

Dordon scowls as he looks at the confused look in the marine team. When they start muttering and turning to each other, Dordon barks out, “That means you’re doing guard duty for the next few months! Now pipe down, and listen up!” The team became instantly silence, looking at the scientist.

The scientist nervously clears his throat and nods to Dordon. “Thank you lieutenant. Now most of you will have full access around the place, barring the bridge, where we have our main communication and command chair. Lieutenant, you’ll have access to that, of course. But since you all have access to our labs as well, there are a few things you need to understand. We are doing some very delicate research here, and you have to tolerate a few things that would seem… unnatural to your training. Sky, if you would please bring in Crispy?”

Sky nods a little as he walks outside for a moment. Cimedipe mutters beneath his breath, as the other marines look towards the door in anticipation. Within a minute, Sky comes back, tugging a Kharaa walking critter, in tow. Immediately the marine team hoists their weapons out and point towards the fade, but they freeze as Dordon’s voice roars out.

“Cease fire, cease fire! Sit down, put your weapons away! Did you hear what the man said, or were you all dazzled by his beauty?!” Clide turns and looks over at Dordon questioningly, along with the rest of the marine team. Even the fade turned, and then chuckled softly.

EMP Demon looks and points to the fade. “Hey…hey! He understands us!”

“Now now, I know you have many questions. The best way to explain is that we have technology to do limited communications with the Kharaa. These particular species will not harm us out of spite. They have allowed us to study them, as they also have studied us,” said Clide, trying to calm the group down.

Cimedipe mutters, “Yeah, right.” Sky nearby heard Cimedipe and slowly nod in agreement. However, both remain silent for the moment, with Crispy nearby.

“Now let us head to the laboratory 3 where some of your questions will be answered. But before you go, please take one of the maps of this facility.” Clide points to a stack of paper in the front desk.
Mantrid pick up the paper and look at the map. Most of the rooms look normal, except that they have a lot more redundant passages than needed. The far right looks odd, with the two auxiliary power generators with a huge gap in the middle. Glancing at Dordon, and then looking at the scientist who has moved out of the room, he decided to keep his question to himself, for now.

The group moved through several places, stopping several places as the scientist swipes his card through in order to get past the metal doors. Clide explains, “The security protocols are in place so that if there is an unlikely attack from within or without, these metal doors will segregate and isolate the situation. But we haven’t had a situation throughout my time here.”

He moves on, leaving Cimedipe shaking his head slightly again. EMP Demon noticed the moment from Cimedipe and makes note later to talk to the man. Finally the group has reached to the laboratory, showing several horror sights. There were many Kharaa critters walking around, without any seen restraints, as they seem to perform several acts. All the marines shudders as they see a body gets devoured by an onos, only for the onos to gag and then throw up the body.

“We’re trying to produce a nanite armor that would repulse the onos’ devour by throwing up whomever he tries to devour. It looks like the newest version is working,” explained Clide.

Nalseht blurts out, “But… but how are you getting them to corporate?” He glances wide-eye against the onos, having seen one of his colleagues got devoured in his last mission.

“Ah, that is a trick. You see, we’ve been collecting eggs, and growing them. Then we place these bands on them so that we can communicate, and effectively remove all aggression from their instinct. Come here, Crispy.” As Crispy comes to Clide, Clide points out the slightly discolored band as a poor attempt to blend with Crispy’s skin. “Without their aggression, they become more or less pets, and we’ve named every one of them to keep them distinct. They seem to like that.”

Nalseht nods, turning around and nearly jumped backwards as a skulk decloaks next to the wall in front of him. EMP Demon looks nervously as he says, “How many Kharaa do you have? How do we know their names, and is there a way to keep them… away from us?”

Dordon barks, “Soldier, stop with the questions!” However, Clide hold up his hand, and says, “It’s alright lieutenant.”

As Clide picks up the skulk, who is chuckling like a broken record, he says “They are not allowed anywhere except in the laboratories and their habitats. As for their names, you will receive equipment that will scan these bands and reveal information about them. This skulk is called Xentor, who always get a kick after decloaking in front of people.”
“Now I know you have more questions, but we must press on.” With that, Clide place Xentor down and moves towards the exit, with the marine team following him.

The rest of the tour is uneventful. They looked at the cargo bay. They also looked at the greenhouse that provided all the oxygen in the base. The only place of interest is the dining area, which was fully stocked with provisions and drinks. EMP Demon chuckled as he nudges Nalseht, saying “Look at that, we’ll probably be tasting some of that this week.” Nalseht smiles in agreement, replying back “No more MRE for us!”

Finally, they went to the barracks, which is split up into four sections. One houses the scientists, and the other three are for marines. Clide nods and says, “I’ll leave you here, lieutenant, to deal with the living situation. There are no more other places for these marines to see, so when you’re done, meet me at the bridge. I need to discuss something with you in private.”

Dordon nods, and then glances around at the barracks as Clide leaves. After a moment of silence, Dordon barks out, “Alright, listen up! You will be bunking each a partner, so don’t get comfy with the room. Falreh, you’re with ScopeNecro. Mantrid, with EMP Demon. Nalseht, you’re teamed up with EightyThree. Then get a move on back to the ship, grab your cargo! Hut hut!” The marine team snaps to, and quickly moves back towards the cargo bay, where the ship has the rest of their gear.


-- [ Picture of facility ] --
NOTE: Right now, we'll use this awful picture, but later I'll draw up a better one.


KEY (if you can read the numbers at ALL)
1 - ARMORY
2 - Gatling cannons
3 - Barracks
4 - Labs
5 - Bridge
6 - Cargo
7 - Greenhouse
8 - Power Center
9 - Aux Communications
10 - Aux Greenhouse
11 - Aux Power Center
12 - Metal slabs, used to close off areas.



Night 1- No posting!

~.~.~.~.~.~

Later that night, Clide, Torun, and Dordon are at the bridge, looking at the ship in the cargo bay hold. Clide looks worried as he talks to Dordon.

“Are you sure all the marines checked out?”

“Of course, I double and triple checked their backgrounds!” Dordon looks irritated as he glances toward the ship. He adds, in a softer tone, “Is it that bad?”

Clide nods a bit. “Despite our security checks and being a nonexistent facility, there are still people on the outside that have guessed this project. You know what’ll happen if a political group hears about this?”

Dordon nods, as Torun replies, “A full advantage in controlling the Kharaa. Which means they could control the Senate.”

Clide sighs, as he replies coldly, “There are a few marines that have finished their duty here. They’ll be shipping off tomorrow with you. You’ll know what to do.”

“Their cryochambers will malfunction in transit to Earth. Some of them need repairs anyway, so it’ll look like an accident. The whole ship needs an overhaul anyway.” Torun look towards the ship, seeing several acid marks across the bow, including a partially disintegrated forward turret.

“I hate to see good marines go like this, but in the sake of national security, I don’t see much of a choice. If you say is true,” Dordon ponders for a moment, “and you’re close to fully controlling them, it is essential to keep it a secret. Alright, I’ll give the marine a chance to stay and hope they’ll choose that.”

“Good. Let’s hope that within a month, this will all be over, and the war will no longer be a threat.” Clide smiles a little, nodding to the small group as they raise their glasses and toast to a new future.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Somewhere deep inside the base…

A lone figure stands in front of a computer terminal in a dark room. He fiddled with the controls for a bit, frowning as the screen continues to show static. Finally, after twisting one knob and typing in a password, the screen clears up showing another dark figure in the screen.

“Agent #412, I assume you arrived safely?”

“Yes sir, I went through all the checks. They do not suspect me.” The figure types another command, removing more static from the screen.

The person in the screen smiled. “It is important to act quickly and remove the threats. Do you have the disk?”

The figure nods, without smiling back, as he shows the disk in front of the screen. “I have it right here.”

“Good. You won’t be able to control all the Kharaa right away since their blasted security system is good. But you should be able to infect one without them detecting. Take one, and then kill them all. They will have to scrap the project since they are already in trouble with funding, and then we can take over. Did you set everything ready?”

The figure nods. “Yes sir.”

“Good! Within a month, we’ll be toasting to a new future for Earth… and the Kharaa.” The grin on the screen widen, along with an evil greed glint in the person’s eye.

This time, the figure smiles and salutes to the screen, before turning the screen off, and heading out the door. A new future awaits for the Froimor Outpost.

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[Day 1 (not 2) will start on Tuesday, 3:30 pm PST (10/17/2006). Note the time change. I will not make it at 2pm this time due to a meeting.]

Day 1

~.~.~.~.~.~

Petco yawns lazily as he stretched out on the ground, slightly glancing over at the empty plate of tasty treats that he just gorged earlier. “Life is easy,” he thought. “No need to go around and spit out parts of my stomach so that they would grow individual structures against any threat. No need to wander around and spray everyone with bacteria to expedite their healing process. Yup, just sit here, and have human servants feed me tasty treats. Ah, this is the life.” He smiles thoughtfully as he slowly drifts off to sleep to devour more tasty treats in his dream. He is completely content that he didn’t notice another Kharaa nearby, silently going across the room with a definite goal in mind.

This Kharaa nibbled on the grates against a nearby wall so delicately that he managed to unscrew the grate without damage it. Having done this several times, he pulled the grate off to reveal a vent inside. Unlike before, the vent is now completely silent and empty, without the sign of electricity or the humming sound to warn people back. The skulk plunged into the vent, and vanished out of sight as he cloaked for his task ahead.

Grab the device, run through the vent, and drop the device. Grab another device, run through another vent, and drop it. The Kharaa continued silently at his task like a dog bent on fetching and retrieving a stick. After placing the devices upon various parts of the base, the skulk pattered through the vent into another room, where someone was present. He cloaked immediately, trying to avoid being detected, and slowly walked towards the person, getting a full view of his back. The skulk hunched backwards, but before he could react, the person turned around, with a pair of goggles on his face, peering down on the skulk.

“Back so soon? Did you complete your task?” The skulk chuckled softly, and crouched like a dog waiting to be pet. Tentatively, with a bit of courage, the person puts his hand over the skulk’s head. He didn’t keep it there too long, for he pulled it back quickly, away from harm’s way.

“Then back to the lab you go. Remember to close the grate, and act normally for about…” the figure with the goggles glanced at his watch. “…One hour, things will get very interesting here. Now go, before someone noticed you’re missing.” The skulk turned around and shuffled off into the vent, as the remaining figure quickly puts the grate over the vent in place.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Nalseht was having a grand time. After much persuasion, he got EightyThree to go with him to the kitchen for a much needed midnight snack. Now he’s back at his room, swaying back and forth trying to keep his balance. EightyThree looks disgusted at him.

“You call that a midnight snack? That was more like a beer run.”

Nalseht leaned against the wall as he pointed accusingly to the three EightyThrees forming in front of him. “You wuld do the sam thin if yuv’e ben thrugh what I’vve havd.” Nalseht slumped down to the ground, and close his eyes. Moments later, he dozed off to sleep.

“Right. Like any of us haven’t been through our own painful situations.” EightyThree reached over and grab Nalseht over his back, and plop him on the bed. He hops over and lay on his own bed as he wondered what the upcoming months would be like. Unfortunately, those thoughts were cut short as Nalseht started to snore loudly. EightyThree groaned and placed his pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noise. He was so bent on his task that he failed to notice a device with red blinking lights in the corner…

~.~.~.~.~.~

Torun stayed at the bridge after the meeting was over, using the cargo scanners to access the status of the transport ship. This was the only time where he could get some peace and quiet, away from the Lieutenant’s diatribe. Well, as much silence as one could get from the beeping noises on the bridge that continually report the status of the base. He glanced back at his notes, and look at the scanner’s report with a frown on his face. Likewise, he was bent on his task that he failed to notice a lone, out of place device against the wall, that had red lights that display “50, 49, 48…”

~.~.~.~.~.~

EMP Demon looked bothered. Currently, he is in Sky’s room, along with Cimedipe, as they are conversing about today’s events. They have just come back from the mess hall, after getting a quick bite to eat. Cimedipe nodded to EMP Demon as he said, “So you noticed us when Clide gave out that rose-colored speech.”

EMP Demon nodded a bit. “Is it true? They actually can communicate with us? And they won’t harm us?”

Cimedipe sat down on his bed as he pondered carefully. “Communicate? Sure, we’ve heard of the horror stories from survivors hearing raspy chuckling before they were attacked. But not harm us… I wouldn’t bet my life on it. You should come with us tomorrow, where we go with Lieutanent Freemon to get out of this nut place. At least then you’ll know your enem…” Cimedipe paused as he noticed something blinking out of his corner of his eye. He narrowed his brows in worry.

Sky noticed Cimedipe’s reaction and followed Cimedipe’s glance. He watched as Cimedipe went over to pick up a device that was blinking red. EMP Demon asked, “What is it?”

Cimedipe looked at the two. “Sky, you know I’m paranoid. This wasn’t here before.” He turned the device over to see the red screen displaying “05.” A second later, the number displayed was “04.”

It took a split second as the three looked at each other in horror before Sky cried out “Fire in the hole!” and ducked behind the bed, along with EMP Demon who dived to the other bed. Cimedipe turned pale as he rushed to the door, and threw it across the hallway with all his might. Seconds later, he ducked back into the room as an explosion roars in the hallway, blasting debris where Cimedipe was standing before.

A few moments passed before anyone could speak or move. Cimedipe took a step towards the two, as he said “Wow, that was cl…” but he never finished the sentence. All three were violently tossed aside as a larger, deeper rumble echo throughout the base. The room started to shake and chatter, having parts of the wall and ceiling peel down like old wallpaper. Among the chaos, a large bone-shattering crack is heard. Then suddenly like the wind, the shaking stopped.

Sky and EMP Demon barely had time to look over at Cimedipe, where his body lay crumpled on the ground with a large support beam on top of his body. As a pool of red quickly spread from Cimedipe, the lights in the room went off, and the normal rumbling of power in the base halt to complete silence.

Moments later, several emergency lights flickered on, leaving Sky and EMP Demon bathed in red hue, as the alarms started wailing…

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Day 1 will end on Friday, 3 pm PST (10/20/2006)

Well, I can't miss the opportunity to get the first vote in, so it goes to Petco for saying that he plans to wolf me in the IRC channel. (This is a random vote, and a joke, in case it isn't obvious.)

Well, I'll have to vote for im_lost for now. I don't trust anyone who's lost.

Wow, it's been a while... Is lost the one that always, traditionally, made the first vote? I know we had a whipping boy to do that, but I just can't remember...

Anyway, nothing to go on yet, so here's one for blackmage, cause I don't know him. Welcome to TWG

Yes, I'm the person that always starts out with a random vote, though Mouse stole that privilege from me once.

More importantly, where is everyone? The day has been going for 12 hours, and only 3 people have posted? With the majority of people in the US (see pregame thread), there was more than enough usable time for people to post. This could be a scary game at this rate.

Vote count:
Petco (1) - i'm lost
i'm lost (1) - Petco
Blackmage (1) - Xentor

People that haven't voted:
Isamil
EMPDemon
Swiftspear
Hellfire3k
Mantrid
Talesin
Sky
Stakhanov
Crispy
Blackmage

Sorry, bought a copy of Guitar Hero and Bully today, and it's trying to tell me that I can't play with you any more. (Seriously, my wrist is dead from the silly guitar controller, and I should have been asleep about four hours back to go to work. DAMN good games.)

Hmm. I'd be inclined to vote for Blackmage just on principles (hey, when a random encounter appears...) but it'd suck to boot him first night from his first game.

By the same selection process, I at least don't remember Xentor, so he gets my vote.

Got my account back apparently, idk what was wrong yesterday. Excellent premise for the story man, really excited to see how it turns out.

I do so hate placeholder votes, but as I have nothing better to go on atm, I'll vote for Isamil for old time's sake.

I'm at work at the moment and have to dash out quickly when I get back, but I'm not risking a phantom vote so for now I'll stick a placeholder on my namesake, Crispy.

Xentor for doubting the awesome powers of awesome known as blackmage

Okay, with nothing better to go on and 7 minutes before I head out off to the pub for some midweek boozing, I'm switching my vote.

For the record, I cast this vote out of spite, Sky

I guess I'll vote for Stakhanov because... his name sounds like a communist?

Vote count:
Petco (1) - i'm lost
i'm lost (1) - Petco
Blackmage (1) - Xentor
Xentor (2) - Talesin, Blackmage
Isamil (1) - Sky
Sky (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (1) - Mantrid

People that haven't voted:
Isamil
EMPDemon
Swiftspear
Hellfire3k
Stakhanov

This way people can at least have a little more reasoning behind their random votes.

Two things, just for the record:
1) I seem to be having some issues with the forum. Sometimes it'll remember me, sometimes I have to relog in, and sometimes it won't accept my password. Just an fyi if I disappear, I'll prolly be ranting about it in IRC.

2) The story's plot is not a valid basis for any kind of vote, except in a joking fashion. Just thought it'd be good to remind people of this; don't read too into the story for clues.

I don't have much to go on here,Xentor. Although, I honestly hadn't noticed he already had 2 votes when I decided to vote for him. subject to last miniute/30 second change.

Gee, I really feel loved... Aren't we all supposed to gang up on lost on the first day?

Yes, the story is never related to the actual stats/roles/stuff, so don't base off of it.


Though since it's the beginning, Crispy probably voted in a joking fashion, we don't really have any clues on the first day anyway(or first few days), so we'll have to vote on really random stuff, such as player's names, jokes on the IRC channel, and so on. It's usually random votes for random people....

...But since there are a lot of people who are voting against Xentor right now, I feel there may be wolves who may want to get a target for people to just jump on and vote against right away, so I'll vote for one of the person who has voted for Xentor and it'll be for Isamil simply because he was the last one who voted for him.




People who haven't voted:

EMPDemon
SwiftSpear
Hellfire3k
Stakhanov


Just a suggestion and reminder, if you might not be able to post/vote right away, or something's come up, it's a good idea to tell us on the IRC channel or on the forum. It's just better to know if whether you've forgotten about it and start becoming inactive, or have plans and are busy with stuff.

I'll vote for EMPDemon in a random vote! Don't want to get a phantom vote.

Just a reminder? Or over-reaction? Anyone who's done what the rules ask you (to read over a previous TWG game) will know that the first round of voting is pretty much random unless you're a wolf, and even then it's not advisable for wolves to make any obvious moves this early in the game. So, basically the votes are random, but to make it more interesting people give quirky, sometimes humourous reasons for their votes. This is precisely what I did, and I think that's pretty obvious from the smiley.

So, I ask again: Just a reminder? Or over-reaction?

Vote for Talesin.

Because he's batty.

The votes count stands currently as follows:

Xentor (3) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil

Isamil (2) - Sky, Petco

Blackmage (1) - Xentor
EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
Petco (1) - i'm lost
Sky (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (1) - Mantrid
Talesin (1) - EMPDemon

People that haven't voted:
Swiftspear
Stakhanov

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky
Petco: i'm lost >>> Isamil

I take note of the vote from Mantrid , and vote for Swiftspear to have more single votes and better spot the volves , without voting as a retaliation. Someone vote for Mantrid

Erm...if anyone's overreacting / reading too much into something Crispy, it's you. It's the first game we've played in a long time; I don't think rules reminders are that much out of order, especially seeing as im_lost already posted a reminder about nighttime rules and the no-edit policy.

But there's no rule that says don't make joke votes according to the story, whereas there are rules about nighttime communication and no editing. Therefore your post cannot be considered a 'rule' reminder. I don't know why you're getting so agitated about it if there's nothing in it, though.

Crispy, I'm almost certain that Sky's comment wasn't an overreaction. He's been involved with every game so far (just like me) and knows not to be concerned about a single vote against him. Actually, your response is the most suspicious thing I've seen so far, so here's my vote for...

Hmm, let's think about this. Crispy seems to overreact to Sky's comment (though with a potentially legitimate reason), while Isamil places a third "random" vote on Xentor (even acknowledging that it is the third vote in his post). I think I will put my vote on Crispy after all, maybe I'll move it before the day ends.

The votes count stands currently as follows:

Xentor (3) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil
Isamil (2) - Sky, Petco

Blackmage (1) - Xentor
EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
Crispy (1) - i'm lost
Sky (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (1) - Mantrid
Talesin (1) - EMPDemon
Swiftspear (1) - Stakhanov

People that haven't voted:
Swiftspear

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky
Petco: im lost >>> Isamil
im lost: Petco >>> Crispy

I liked the "people who switched votes" addition to this, though I don't expect the person running the game to keep it updated. If someone can get in an unnoticed vote change, good for them.

Well, guess I should make some effort to save myself, huh? I'll switch over to Isamil to even it out. I don't know if he's a wolf or just making an odd first-day move, but either way, he stacked #3 on me, and that necessitates a response.



Xentor (3) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil
Isamil (3) - Sky, Petco, Xentor

EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
Crispy (1) - i'm lost
Sky (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (1) - Mantrid
Talesin (1) - EMPDemon
Swiftspear (1) - Stakhanov

People that haven't voted:
Swiftspear

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky
Petco: im lost >>> Isamil
im lost: Petco >>> Crispy
Xentor: blakcmage >>> Isamil

I move my vote to Xentor , he didn't show up on hive sight after cloaking. *snarls*

I've been thinking about this a lot (perhaps too much), but Sky's retaliation is much more understandable than your coming to his aid, im_lost.

(Forgot to add the votes up)

Xentor (4) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil, Stakhanov

Isamil (3) - Sky, Petco, Xentor

EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
Crispy (1) - im_lost
im_lost (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (1) - Mantrid
Talesin (1) - EMPDemon

People that haven't voted:
Swiftspear

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky >>> im_lost
im_lost: Petco >>> Crispy
Petco: im_lost >>> Isamil
Stakhanov: Swiftspear >>> Xentor
Xentor: blackmage >>> Isamil

Both of their posts are easily understandable.

Sky wants to remind everyone(he's not really accusing you of actually voting based on the story, but just incase you are, and for other people) not to base votes off of the story, as the first TWG on the NS forums, Freak83 specifically said that what characters do in the story is not anyway related to the actual game and roles of players.

Im_lost wants to clarify what Sky said, that makes sense.


Since he is voting for you, I can see why you're voting against him, but the reason you said(about im_lost's aid to Sky) isn't really the reason for you voting against im_lost, but probably because he suspects you and voted for you.

Ok, looks like I won't be playing much longer, so no sense prolonging it...

Better to kill a normal human than a special role, so I'll just make this easy. Xentor

That doesn't make any sense. You're voting for one of the people tied for the most votes, and you give reasoning indicating it's a random vote? I don't really think that's acceptable, Stakhanov. The only thing that makes any sense to me is that you and Isamil are both wolves, and you're trying to save him.

Recap of today's suspicious activity:

1. Isamil places a third vote on Xentor. This is strange, but it really could have been picked random.org style, and there's no particular reason for Isamil to draw that attention, so it could easily be nonwolf behavior. The general response is that Isamil gets some votes.

2. Sky brings up a point, and he and Crispy have an exchange of potential overreactions (open to interpretation); this is followed by me supporting Sky. You can get what you want out of that, but all of them make sense without any of us being a wolf.

3. Stakhanov places an additional vote on Xentor, causing him to pull ahead of Isamil, with no real reasoning. This certainly shouldn't have been a random vote (Stakhanov was already voting for someone), it has an impact on the game and therefore deserves reasoning to go with it. This doesn't make sense unless Stakhanov is trying to save Isamil.

Xentor (5) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil, Stakhanov, Xentor

Isamil (2) - Sky, Petco

EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
im_lost (1) - Crispy
Stakhanov (2) - Mantrid, im lost
Talesin (1) - EMPDemon

People that haven't voted:
Swiftspear

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky >>> im_lost
im_lost: Petco >>> Crispy >>> Stakhanov
Petco: im_lost >>> Isamil
Stakhanov: Swiftspear >>> Xentor
Xentor: blackmage >>> Isamil >>> Xentor

Xentor, voting for yourself never woks out well.

Retaliation? I didn't even vote for you. I can remedy this, of course: Crispy.
Even if you're not a wolf, you obviously have a habit of reading too much into too little information.

One more rules clarification: if you must emphasize something in your post, don't use bold; use italics, or underlines.

I'm voting for Talesin. I don't think he had a good reason to vote for xentor.

I said that when I posted, Swift. It was a random vote, based solely on that I didn't remember or know him.
I was considering changing it earlier, but given that I've got two votes now and someone has to pop during the day-cycle, I now have a good reason to leave it where it is. Personal survival. That and the fact that he's giving up by self-voting looks like he really doesn't feel like playing the game, whereas I had a load of fun the last time I played.

I think (hope) Swiftspear's vote was a joke.

Applesauce.

Umm, just because I feel like it.

Xentor (5) - Talesin, Blackmage, Isamil, Stakhanov, Xentor

Stakhanov (2) - Mantrid, im lost
Talesin (2) - EMPDemon, Swiftspear

Isamil (1) - Petco
EMPDemon (1) - Hellfire3k
im_lost (1) - Crispy
Crispy (1) - Sky

People who switched votes:
Crispy: Crispy >>> Sky >>> im_lost
im_lost: Petco >>> Crispy >>> Stakhanov
Petco: im_lost >>> Isamil
Stakhanov: Swiftspear >>> Xentor
Xentor: blackmage >>> Isamil >>> Xentor
Sky: Isamil >>> Crispy

Eh, keywords = "giving up"... I was in a bad mood last night. I love this game, but someone has to die. So since I probably won't get another chance to post before the day ends, here's how I'm seeing things...

1) Talesin's vote on me was, I believe, random.

2) Blackmage seems like a new guy who just voted for me because I voted for him. I don't think he realized that the second vote is a bit suspicious.

3) Isamil's vote on me wasn't random, as he said on IRC, but maybe I came off as a bit defensive with my second post. Either that, or people just don't like cloaking skulks. Either way, it deserved to have the favor returned.

4) Stakhanov's vote doesn't seem to make any sense at all. Either he really thinks I'm a wolf, or he IS a wolf. I think we'd all like to hear the reasoning behind that. The only thing I can think of is that he voted for Swift because he was MIA, then just switched OFF of him, but that doesn't justify giving someone a fourth vote on the first day.

5) Once I saw four votes on me, I realized the bandwagon was going strong. I've been trying to think of ways to get my suspicions out to a few select people, but I realized I don't have enough information yet, so really have nothing to share. Since things are progressing a bit oddly for the first day, I'll do my part by taking the pressure off the seer/psychic/guardian, and taking the bullet.

Besides... I have cloaking! I don't die... I just fade away! *rimshot*

You guys can do what you want, but my vote isn't going to change. See you all this evening.

Well, this has blown the voting wide open. Swiftspear was originally looking like a 'safe' vote for an instalynch because a non-communicative player is bad for humans because they fail to take part in forging networks and good for wolves because they take voting power away from the human team in the event of a wolf being uncovered. I was personally looking to swap to him if he didn't show up but didn't want to start an instalynch early because it gives wolves a valid alibi for jumping on the bandwagon.

Xentor voting for himself seems pretty defeatist, perhaps the double-bluff of a wolf, most probably not. If he is a wolf it's a super risky tactic, and one that would be backed up by a few wolves being in with the vote now and then suddenly switching off him in the final hours/minutes of the vote so the nearest person loses out on the vote, so be on the lookout for that. However if that tactic were pulled off he'd look almost certainly like a human who survived the vote. All I'll say about that is don't look just at who's been made to look guilty or innocent, but who got people to think that. If Xentor does really want out then I'm fine voting for him, but I can think of people more deserving of my vote right now.

While it's good to hear we don't have any absentees, I am a bit worried about those who aren't making much effort to communicate. I recommend that everyone who's silent at the moment pipe up a bit so the wolves have a harder job of guessing who the roles are. Although it's only the first day so no one really has much to go on.

Well, nothing concrete. But for now my vote stands unless im_lost can convince me of why it is he's coming across as so unconvincing. I'm not saying he's a wolf, and -like he said himself- there's not too much reason for him to worry at this stage with only one vote, but certain things he's done so far strike me as suspicious (nothing outside of this thread, so all the evidence is there for you to read into it as you like - if I don't need to spell it out then it's obviously not just a case of me reading too much into things).

By my clock the day ends in about four and a half hours. Beware bandwagoning voters (either those suddenly bandwagoning onto a vote or suddenly bandwagoning out of a vote).

Just to repeat, there are plenty of people who been in the vote against Xentor for some time now, but just remember this, they've had ample opportunity to 'unrandomise' their votes (I've seen several of them checking the thread), to do so late on without a decent explanation would seem to be suspicious.

Moving my vote back to Swiftspear. I don't want to vote for a skulk about to xenocide

(forgot to write that name in bold , it's a real vote though)

Make a new post with the name in bold.

Night 2 - This is night 2! no posting!

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Elsewhere, near the same time as the explosion occurred, Crispy and Isamil are led around by an unnamed scientist in laboratory 3. The scientist applied a bit of paste on the lerk, as well as on the fade, and stepped back to conduct his experiment. He jotted some notes down on his pad before looking at the two and saying, “Ok, go ahead.”

The pair started off, going from one end of the lab to the other, trying to race each other to see who’s the fastest critter. Fortunately for the lerk, the paste that was put on did not hinder the lerk in flying or gliding across the lab. Unfortunately for Crispy, he could not blink from one end to the other, forcing him to walk. By the time he got back to the scientist, he looked irritated, ready to cleave the scientist’s head off, but the thought immediately dissipated due to the device on his neck, and the treat that the scientist gave him.

“Interesting, this stuff does hinder fade’s movements, but not lerk’s. I wonder w…” Before he finished the sentence, the whole laboratory shook as distinct echoes of explosions were heard. Immediately the scientist looked at the direction of the door that heads back to the barracks. “What was that?!”

The power in the room suddenly dimmed down and then turned off, as the humming sounds of the power generator halt to complete silence. Somewhere in the darkness, a distinct chuckling is heard, growing louder without any indication of stopping.

The scientist yelled out in the darkness, “Xentor, cut it out.” The scientist fumbled towards the wall, trying to find the flashlights that were kept there in emergency. In the end, Crispy was the one who found them first. Being Kharaa, they could see much better in the darkness than humans, so they were more used to the environment. Crispy carefully reached over to the wall and delicately grabbed the flashlight. Then he turned around and threw the flashlight at the scientist.

“Ow!” The scientist halted suddenly, rubbing his head in pain. He leaned down and felt around until he found the device that hit him. Standing back up, he turned the device on, wincing that the light shined directly in his eyes before he turned it around and saw Crispy at the wall where the flashlights were.

“Thanks Crispy.” The scientist stepped towards him, only to trip over a cloaked object, which slowly becoming visible. The object started chuckling again, much louder this time.

“Xentor, cut it out.” The scientist shook his head. The Kharaa don’t seem to be concern with their situation. He pondered whether that it is a side effect of the collars, or that they are just trying to pretend they’re not concerned. He makes a mental note later to observe that somehow. After getting up, he goes to the console next to the wall, where he pulls up the schematics of the base.

Not good. Not good at all. He breathes in dismay as he watches the display showing several places blinking red, warning something happened there. One of the places is the bridge, and another place is the barracks. But that is out all. The computer showing warning that several places have been breached, leaking air out into space. Generally, those places would be sealed off but due to damage to the bridge, some automated systems are not function correctly. The computer estimated that in several hours before the air is too thin to breathe. Manipulating the controls, the scientist tries out several ideas he had in mind. He was completely concentrated in his work that he didn’t see an onos slowly sneaking up nearby.

The scientist is satisfied. If he can seal the upper hallway to the laboratories, it would take several days before the air becomes too thin. He glanced around, nodding to Crispy without noticing the onos. “Alright, we have a job to do. Crispy, Isamil, follow me.” He glances over and nearly jumped as the onos stares down at the scientist. “Stakhanov! You’re almost as bad as Xentor. Did you get a tummy ache from the last nanite armor?” The onos didn’t reply, only just to stay next to the scientist and stare at him.

After a moment, the scientist looked away from the onos. He had to save everyone first before dealing with the rest of the other issues. He walked over to the doors, and type in a code to open the doors. “Alright Stakhanov, you can come with me. We’ll probably need you to move some stuff anyway.” He paused a bit, noting that he’s violating several dozen rules by moving more than one Kharaas out of the laboratory without a group of marines nearby. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice if he doesn’t stop the air from leaking. With a sigh, he moved out of the lab, with the 3 aliens behind him, not noticing them looking at each other and nodding about something.

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The agent isn’t pleased. Looking at his makeshift console, he saw only part of the barracks have been hit, while the other one is relatively intact. The worst scenario is that he still had several marines to deal with. To make matters worse, someone is violating the rules and moving aliens outside the laboratory.

The figure muttered, “He wasn’t supposed to be in the laboratory at this time. What was he doing there?” Still, he saw what the intent of the scientist is doing through the security camera. He watched as he sees the scientist, an onos, and a fade navigate through towards breach where most of the air is leaking out. If he does this right, he could fix that problem and seal the alien breach. He nodded to himself as he work on his console.

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The hole is bigger than the scientist thought. From the end of the corridor, the scientist can see the hole at the other end where everything is being sucked out into space. The scientist held on to one of the metal bars welded on the wall to prevent getting sucked out. The hole isn’t big enough for a human to go through, but he doesn’t want to be the one who physically plugs the hole. Crawling back toward the aliens that were waiting at the safe side, he goes to work.

After looking around, he doesn’t seem to find anything solid that would plug up the hole and stay there. Most things were too flimsy to cover it, and the bigger items were not shape correctly. He’ll have to somehow get the doors to seal that section off. That means he’ll have to get really close to the hole to access the panel. He’ll need something as a lifeline in case he lost his grip. The scientist glanced over at Stakhanov and immediately dismissed the idea. Putting his life on the line with an onos, not to mention one that he induced some stomach problems, is not a good idea. He glanced over at Crispy, and shook his head again. The fade had the same problem, especially with the test earlier. The lerk is too small to help any. The scientist frowned, walking around to see if he could find the solution, when he tripped over another object he couldn’t see.

“Xentor! Wait, wait, you’ll do!” The scientist first looked crossly at the now-visible skulk, but he was the key to the problem. The skulk’s claws showed extreme amount of gripping power to any surface, allowing them to crawl. Even if the scientist secured himself on the skulk, the skulk had enough power to slowly move around the walls even with the added weight. The scientist smiled at Xentor. “How about helping out so we all don’t die out of air?” The skulk looked at the scientist, then chuckled again, and began to run circles around the scientist.

The scientist shook his head again at the lack of concern portrayed by the skulk, and shrugged his shoulders. He went around looking for some rope, but unfortunately only found a piece that was only 2 feet long. He shook his head. Even if he wanted to secure himself on the onos, the rope was too short. He glanced at his watch, noting that time is running out. Sighing slightly, he used to rope to secure himself on Xentor.

He instructed the skulk to hold on the walls tightly as both of them slowly crawl down to the corridor close to where the hole is. As they moved closer to the hole, the air pressure increased. Little by little they moved down, as the scientist watched Xentor closely for any problems, but the little skulk is holding the walls very well. He sighed in relief as they reached to the panel.

The scientist quickly opened the box and typed in a few key commands, shutting of one end of the corridor, and then he timed the other to close in several minutes so they could crawl back. He closed the box and yelled to Xentor, “Ok, let’s go back!”

Xentor chuckled softly as they start to head back to the entrance where Crispy and Stakhanov were at. Several minutes went by without incident, but then all the sudden the alarms nearby ring and part of the ceiling pulled back to reveal a turret, primed and ready to fire.

The scientist mouthed “oh no” as the turret immediately focused on Stakhanov and fired its bullets. The onos roars, backing away as it uses its head to take most of the damage while covering the fade. Within seconds both the onos and fade are out of sight, but unfortunately the turret aimed at the nearest visible alien.

Xentor had no time to cloak. The skulk could not even cloak due to the rope tied on him by the scientist. Within seconds the turret tore through Xentor, making mincemeat out of him. The scientist, seconds later, jerk backwards as his lifetime is no longer there. He did a somersault and flailed around trying to catch something before he got to the hole, but to no avail.

The scientist went head first into the hole, but the rest of his body could not fit. Due to the extreme pressure, his body cracked and shifted until his body was wedged tight creating an airtight plug.

“There was no way those turrets could have automatically turned on; they were switched on” was the scientist’s last thought as his brain underwent violent decompression.

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Note: the map is 30% done. It will be added here, as well as night 1's incident.

Day 2 will begin on Saturday, 3pm PST.

Cool death scene... Ok, guys, see ya in the postgame.

Day 2

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The marines spent the better part of the night trying to find any survivors. The first few hours they managed to fish out Mantrid nearby. Unfortunately, that was the only marine that they managed to fish out that was still alive. They found a few marines that were killed on contact- Nalseht, EightyThree, Rontex (a marine stationed here from Sky’s group, Sky says)- from the rumble near the other barracks, but were hindered by the hole that was leaking air. Without the ability to go closer without getting sucked out, they retreated back to the other barracks, where it was relatively undamaged.

First thing first was to determine the damage. Sky, EMP Demon, and Mantrid went to the bridge to see if they could access it but without any avail. The door to the bridge was locked tight and none of them had the access code to open the doors. Furthermore, the only command chair was in that room, so bringing in new buildings were out of the question.

The second thing they tried was to get some weapons. Sky led the group to the armory, where it was relatively undamaged. There are two armories in the base, both of them located in the opposite direction where the barracks are. The designers of the base assumed that the marines, in case of emergency, need easy access to weapons and load up quickly. In this case, their foresight allowed them to load up with weapons.

Sky outfitted himself with a jetpack, one of the advancements made by TSA early on against the Kharaa threat. This jet allowed Sky to fly and hover along the ground, increasing his mobility and allowing him to access places that grounded marines could not. Unfortunately his favorite weapon, the shotgun, is not in this armory so he settled with the Heavy machinegun.

While EMP Demon followed suit and got himself a jetpack and HMG, while Mantrid went to the other side of the armory to get a heavy armor. This is another TSA advancement: to create a power suit able to take punishment from the Kharaa. Likewise, he couldn’t find a shotgun so he settled with a HMG. Sky looked worried as he glanced around trying to find something.

“No air tanks.” Sky looked around a little more desperately as the other two marines nodded. With the current situation and that hole next to the other barracks, air is going to be a short supply soon. Suddenly, they turned around and heard shooting down the corridor.

“Someone’s in trouble!” shouted Mantrid in his suit as he rigidly lunged forward towards the sound. Sky and EMP Demon followed behind very slowly. They did not have a spare air tank like Mantrid, or magnetic boots to stop them from the pull. Luckily there was no need. By the time Mantrid got to the scene, the shooting stopped, along, with EMP Demon’s observation, the air sucking out of the base. They turned the corner and saw a very odd sense.

Someone had gone head first into the wall with his body, effectively plugging the hole in the wall but created a very eerie effect to see, as his legs are rigid and sticking out. Nearby is a body of an alien that died from a lot of bullets, which is evident seconds later as the group noticed an activated turret at the other end of the hallway.

“Well, that explained why it took several minutes to get this door open. Looked like someone tried to seal the corridor but an alien got him before he did the job. I mean, complete the job when he was alive.” Mantrid gestures towards the green pulp. Sky looked immediately worried, but first he heard his stomach, and EMP Demon’s growled in attention.

“Let’s put up the door again, and head to the mess hall to get a quick bite to eat, before we do anything.” EMP Demon nodded in agreement as the three went back the way they came towards the mess hall.

Upon entering into the mess hall, they immediately raised their weapons up and pointed to an alien that looked like he was way too happy on a pile of food. The gorge glanced over at the three marines, and moved away quickly in fright towards a vent. EMP Demon and Mantrid focused their weapons on the gorge, but Sky said, “Wait!” Both marines looked at Sky in confusion as the gorge disappeared into the vent.

“Dang that gorge moved fast! Why did you stop us?” EMP Demon asked.

Sky first moved one of the tables to the vent to cover it before he replied, “I recognized that alien. It’s Petco, and he found a way to get out from the laboratory. He’s practically harmless since he likes treats and will help us later.” Sky refrained from adding that these aliens in the long run may help against future situations. “But we got bigger problems.” Sky gestured towards one of the tables as he went to grab a sandwich. The other two marines also grabbed something and came down to seat next to Sky.

“Problems? What kind of problems?” Mantrid took of his helmet and started to eat his sandwich.

“Well, Clide wasn’t being completely truthful in his tour. Our main problem is the hive.” The other two marines stopped eating and stared at Sky.

“They have a hive here?!” EMP Demon paled as he blurted out the question.

Sky nodded softly, “Yes, they do. That’s where they harvest the eggs and then put on the collars.” Mantrid looked uneasy as he took out his map and pointed to a place he was pondering earlier. “Is that the place?”

Sky nodded again. “Yes. Originally they had the hive in some sort of field between two power generators to prevent the hive from spreading and breeding. But with the power out, I bet that field is no longer there. Which means the hive is probably spreading through the base this minute. Producing new aliens. Producing ones that have no collar with one intent: to kill us.” Sky shook his head in disbelief as he quickly finished his sandwich. “Come on, let’s go.” He stood up, and checked his weapon to see if it needed reloading.

Mantrid looked curiously at Sky. “Where are we going?”

Sky leaned down and pointed on Mantrid’s map. “To the main power generator. If we are lucky, we could get those twin generators running and stop the hive from growing too much, and producing aliens.”

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Petco ran for his life through the vents. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He knew that, but when he discovered that a vent that usually had electricity didn’t have electricity, he had to explore. After his exploration, he found the jackpot where in the room there were tasty treats all around.

Unfortunately, he had to meet up with those marines. After putting some distance from him and the marines, he took a breather, and started munching on a treat that was in his mouth.

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Now that the hull breach is gone, Sky led them down into the main power generator quickly. Glancing at the controls, he started to reset them and primed them up for initiation. He glanced back and said to the other two marines, “Cover me.” He went back to the main controls and threw the switch, causing some lights to flicker on.

“Ah, that’s much better. I was tired of seeing emergency lights and dull red.” EMP Demon brightened up a bit now that he could see more.

Sky fiddled with the control and started to turn all the generators on.

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In a nearby vent, Petco noticed all the lights are turning. That means that the electricity is going to be back, with him in it! With a panic, he started to race forward back to the laboratory where he would be safe. All the sudden, he hit a grate, at the end of the vent. He desperate pound and spit at the grate, trying to get it open so that he could get to safety on the other side. Unfortunately, the grate held fast.

Petco spit and claw at the grate in vain as he heard a distinct chuckling on the other side.

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One by one, the power generators turned on. Sky fiddled and slowly turned on the lights, and the automated security. When he turned on the communications, he muttered quietly, cursing at the console.

“What is it?” Mantrid went to Sky’s side, with EMP Demon guarding both of them.

Sky pointed to the screen. “Communication lockout. Won’t let me do anything unless we were at the bridge. Won’t even let us send a distress signal.” He glanced at the other screen. “This is not good.”

“The field isn’t coming up. Something went wrong.” He worked on the controls for a moment before he slammed his hands on the console. “It needs to be reactivated from the bridge. Must everything be done through the blasted bridge?” Sky shook his head.

Before the other 2 marines could respond, the vent popped open, blasting down a rather fried alien in the vent. Everybody aimed their weapons at it, but it was immediately observed that the alien was already. Sky whipped out his scanner and looked at the alien.

“It’s Petco,” he softly said. The number of controlled aliens is declining, and the number of uncontrolled alien is undoubtedly increasing.

Mantrid commented, “At least we know that the vents are safe now.”

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People left:

1. im_lost
2. Isamil
4. EMPDemon
5. Swiftspear
6. Hellfire3k
7. Mantrid
8. Talesin
10. Sky
11. Stkhanov
12. Crispy
13. A wild blackmage appears!

Sorry for missing the date. As a result, I am extending Day 2 such that it'll end on Monday, 5pm PST.

Side note: If anyone has any strategies they like to give me (wolves, special humans, regular humans), feel free to PM me. I will keep track of them and make note to myself what's going on through all the hidden communications that I don't see. Plus, it'll help me create a end game summary of what happened.

I still want to hear from Stakhanov

Alright guys. You're probably either sighing in relief or hating me for this...

... but I'm going to restart the round. There's quite a bit of info flying around in my opinion that should not be there due to adminstrative problems and my lack of remembering all the rules with the TWG game.

As a result, I've seeing some bias moves and decisions due to these adminstrative 'oopies.'

Sorry guys. And for those guys who are killed, you get to be back in. There won't be a pregame thread for the restart round, but if anyone wants to ADD or have problems, please PM me.

The restarted round will start tomorrow, Sunday 2 pm PST. This is the time that the wolves will get their roles. They will have 48 hours to determine their conversion, and then I'll pass out the rest of the roles. Everyone will get a PM by the end of Night 1.

Side note: The story will start off the same with Prologue and Night 1. Day 1 maybe changed depending on the number of players. The rest of the story will be different.

I was discussing this with Theslan for a while via IRC. Although it's unfortunate to have to restart a game of TWG, in this case as we have both seen, this is for the best. Some of the strategies and votes that have been developed/developing have been based on some things that they should not be based on. Although nothing too serious has happened as a result of this yet, it's clear that it would have a major affect on gameplay within the next few days.

The other thing, TWG games have been restarted before and much later than day 2. Restarting the game is nothing out of the ordinary. As for Xentor and Petco - you two have another chance now.