Bay 12 Games Forum

Turnabout, Fair Play, In, if there is still space.

In, then in some more, cross the street, turn right, and walk into a great sandstone building.

oh, my nose!

Stunned into silence, Zai's speech sounds... Suspicious? Silly? Stupendous? Sadly, you don't have time to consider this before a marching menagerie meanders mesmerizingly from a nearby oak tree, carrying with it a stone tablet, similar to the one that you say yesterday. However, the words are entirely different:


Well, well. We see that the discussion has taken some interesting turns since this morning. We hope last night was illuminating to each of you. If it wasn't maybe the current state of the voting will be:


Apostolic Nihilist [1]
Halmie [1]
Redwarrior0 [0,1]
Zai [0,1]


Currently, both rules 4 and 5 are inactive, but the rest remain in force. Please remember not to violate them, and help keep our community a safe and friendly place.

And now the weather. Today will be hot and dry, with a 90% chance of discussion. Later in the day, small mammals may rain from the sky. Remember to drink plenty of fluids!


Carefully leaving the tablet on the ground, the menagerie returns to the depths of the oak, leaving you all to ponder your situation once again as the sun beats down on you.

==============
To make the timing of mod updates easier, I'm going to pretend that I started the day this morning. Thus, there are now 60 hours to go in Day 2.

As suddenly as sunset fell, the sun blazes back into the sky with a carillon of alarm clocks and cacophonous roosters crowing. When the noxious noise stops, you search about and find that one of your number is missing--you can find him nowhere, no matter where you look.

Zai has disappeared, as well as his magnificent white mansion. From this data you determine that he was Barack Obama, who shall address the nation no longer (if you can call this scattered place a sovereign state).

Though you wait some time for explanations, edification, pontifications, a mesmerizing marching menagerie to clear the clouds and set the scene, there is nothing.

Desolate painted desert flows every which way. You are lonely and you are lost, a carnival of men awaiting death in a brightly vicious land.

=============

Zai was Barack Obama, survivor and world leader.

It is now Day 2. The day will end in 72 hours.

Thread Locked, pending night.

With a deep rumbling, the earth splits open and a booming voice echos forth, the first voice other than your collective own that you have heard here:

You have willed it, and thus it is done. Twenty four more of your hours before judgment is rendered! However, you are now in a four-way tie for who shall be lynched, assuming that the rules stay as they are now, as you can clearly see!


Magma flies into the air, forming letters in the sky before tumbling back into the chasm. It spells out


Alsark[0,2]
Apostolic Nihilist[0,1]
Halmie[0,1]
Leafsnail[0,2]
Nirur Torir[0,2]
Shades[1,1]
Toonyman[0,2]


Once the magma has fallen, the voice continues

But the rules have changed since last we wrote! Rule Four is now off! Regardless, you had best settle on someone to Judge, lest the judgment be left hanging.

HA HA! Hanging!


With that, the crack closes, leaving you all with vaguely ringing ears.

All is quiet as the weekend continues on. Nevertheless, it seems that whoever, or whatever, is responsible for this place feels the need to drop another tablet on you, this time streaking to the ground trailing green flame. As soon as the copper tablet has cooled, you can make out the following words:

Silence. Hello?, you ask. We are here, do not worry. Your situation remains the same, but you have six fewer hours before the deadline. Neither the votes, nor the rules, will change unless you will it.

We continue to wish you all the best of luck.


The tablets continue to lie immobile, their texts a history of the day's events.

Three of you have been making some noise, but otherwise things have been quiet. The pewter tablet rests next to the others, seeming to do nothing in particular. All at once, you see an electrum tablet lying on the ground next to them. Unsure of how it got there, you rush over and read:


Ah, ah. A Sunday afternoon, time for the mind to depart for other places, free from the game of life and death. But we, we must continue, and so it shall be.

This time, the votes stand as they did last time:


Alsark[0,1]
Apostolic Nihilist[1,1]
Leafsnail[0,2]
Nirur Torir[0,1]
Toonyman[1,2]
Zai[1]


The votes remain the same, hopefully to Toonyman's pleasure. Though the rules do not. Rule Four has become active again, and must be carefully factored into any schemes you have.

Once again, we wish you all the best of luck in your endeavors. Until next time, farewell!


It, like the others, doesn't seem to have any intention of moving.

The votes fly, a plan takes form (with resistance, in some places) when, with a loud thump a rose gold tablet falls from the sky. Although it's been dented by it's impact, the words on it are still clear:


Onwards, Onwards! The first rule in any situation is, of course to find out how it works!

We knew we could count on each of you to try to divine or decribed the character of this place, and we have not been disappointed! Well played, good players, and may your efforts meet with success!

Unfortunately, your success may be limited for the time being. Perhaps the oft-requested vote count will explain our worries:


Alsark[0,1]
Apostolic Nihilist[1,1]
Halmie[1]
LASD[1]
Leafsnail[0,2]
Nirur Torir[0,1]
Redwarrior0[1]
Toonyman[1,2]
Zai[1]


Not as simple as it was, unfortunately. Maybe answering your questions will help you to make sense of it:

I am assuming the corrections are correct up to the post and not including the two votes afterwards just to be mean?
Not just to be mean, of course not. The tablets know only their past, not their future.

Can we get a count on the status of the rules?
There are still six of them. All six are currently active.

A votecount wouldn't hurt
We should hope not. We've got better aim and sense than to accidentally injure one of you.

Well then, until next we meet.


Like the lead tablet, the rose gold one simply sits there, looking vaguely dented and reddish.


-------------------------------------

And, on a sadder (and less in-game) note, I'll be out of town for the next several days as my grandfather just died. While I'll try to update the thread if possible, I can't guarantee anything. The thread will remain open, and the time frozen at 35 hours to the end of day one, until I return (Sunday morning at the earliest). After that, I'll re-consider extension requests.