The first person voted for will be considered the winning (losing?) player, and will be lynched.
Bummer. Now I *know *it was a good idea.
What timezone are you in? Just wondering what 5 or 6 tomorrow is my time 
Confirming.
Central time. 5 or 6 tonight!
Gotcha 
I’m six hours ahead of you guys so.
[Internet Meme]
Don’t forget your robe!
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And why is everyone going after the Lords of Laughter? Shouldn’t everyone have more laughter in his life?
(Okay, I’ll slink back to the observer threads now.)
(P.S.: No, I’m not in the game, so voting me won’t accomplish anything.)
But it makes us feel so good.
Vote Hoopy Frood
Hey, some DMs like granting extra experience for ‘thinking outside the box’
-1 to Wisdom for Suburban
Finally home. Opening color coming soon, and then we can start!
You can’t take away something he never had.
+1 Wisdom to special ed
Few got much rest that night. Doors were locked at sundown, and shades pulled tight across windows. Guards were posted at the outskirts of town, swords and bows quivering in their fearful hands.
Just before the dawn’s light could crest the hills surrounding the township of De’endee, the screams started. Moments later, there was a terrible, terrible silence. The townsfolk rushed out of their houses, their eyes darting and wary. Nothing moved in the dim light.
“Who was it? Who’s missing?” a voice shouted. Fingers pointed towards the center of the town.
A body, no longer identifiable as man or woman, was splayed out in the choking dust. Again, written in blood, were the words “Lords of Slaughter.”
That afternoon, the body was buried, and the town was silent. The townspeople despaired. And yet, like moths drawn to the flame, strange men and women began entering town. Some carried battleaxes or broadswords, others sacred tomes of magical power.
“Will you protect our town?” the mayor asked as they gathered.
One smiled. “We will. If the Lords of Slaughter attack again, we will meet them with force. We shall be their opposite. We shall be… the Lords of Laughter!”
Another adventurer laughed. “Sounds like somebody is using intelligence as a dump stat. Yes, we shall be your defenders.”
This is where our adventure begins. The Defenders of De’endee have been formed. The Lords of Slaughter are lurking amongst you, pretending to be noble adventurers. Try not to spend too much time at the tavern.
It is now Day 1. Nightfall will occur at 6 PM central time on Thursday the 14th. You need 13 locked in votes to end the day prematurely. Happy hunting, Defenders of De’endee!
I get in a fight with the city guards.
Hahahahaha!
Red Skeezix, I think you’re better dead than Red.
Not only that, but your powers are useless, because with my sole vote on you, I have already turned you into Blue Skeezix, and that has discombobulated your hue-ristic sorting algorithm and fried your entire skeez-matrix. Now you are helpless and stupefied.
Pretty sure this means that I am teh winnah. I call dibs on his stuff.
I cannot express enough how happy it would make me if you guys roleplayed everything! At the very least, I’d be delighted if your PMs and such were roleplayed!
Has anyone played before with anything like the “Unable to change once you cast both votes” rule? It seems like it will have a big effect on Lynch-vote timing.
For many lynches in other games, a Townie will finally claim when the votes against him become overwhelming, but in this game that will be when those votes can no longer be changed. Will there be a “game of chicken” shortly before Lynch deadline? I’d expect many players to cast both votes for their one top candidate, rather than one for each of two candidates, so 6 votes could quickly turn into 12 votes near the ending. Comments?
And I’ll be faced with a “moral quandary.” 
Assuming Dusk is early evening Chicago time, I’ll be sound asleep in my timezone. I’ll have to either cast a single vote instead of two (and thus not get 'My money’s worth"!) or commit before all the arguments and claims are in.
I can be the tomboy rogue who’s so sexy when she lets her hair down that all the bad guys fall over themselves surrendering to her. Who needs dice?
Case in point, Tom Scud. He’s already admitted we’re never on the same side, and I’m a townie. QED.
vote: Tom Scud
(Do I get bonus points for getting here before he could, to do the same thing?)
More seriously, the vote locking thing (along with having two votes connected with that) is going to be an issue, and I have no idea at this point if there’s any way to “game the system” in town’s favor. The questions I asked during night zero were the easy ones, I think.