[shameless plug]While I can’t help you if you want a vanilla role, keep an eye out for the Malazan game that Hoopy, NAF, MHaye and I will be running on Idle Mafia in the next couple of weeks, after the current game finishes(I’m not spoiled, but it looks like it should be over in 1-2 weeks). It will be a game unlike any you’ve ever played in before: there is no Town and there is no scum. Everybody is a third-party actor out for their own win. The only teams are the ones you negotiate yourselves.[/shameless plug]
Role: Oyster
Alignment: Town
Powers:
- Gullibility.
- Deliciousness.
- Clean and neat shoes.
I’m looking forward to this.
Watch the Ed & Meeko alliance dominate!
Honestly, I’d love it if someone else wanted to start up a game, because I need to redeem myself.
But, if no one does by Saturday morning (or there’s a pent-up demand to hunt snarks), I’ll start sign-ups for a game.
You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this game. We’ve been working on it since September 2008.
You do realize that you guys can’t do the standard “argue so damn much nobody pays attention to you anymore” thing, because the players will happily lynch you secure in the knowledge that they are not hurting their win condition, right?
Yes…yes…
Did you see my Diplomacy game on Giraffe?
That was fun. Plus I was double crossed by the person I was double crossing!
I’m just curious how similar the voting will be to that. Though I suppose I can wait to find out
Sweet, sign me up.
And Meeko, we need to get a game of, uh, what was that called? With all the hidden rules and trading?
Haggle?
And part of my defense probably should have been that I was the one who pointed out that slip. Fuck.
**HAGGLE?!!? Where?! WHERE!? ** /rabid dog
Oh, uhm, uh, I don’t have the time to set one up.
I will play Haggle at 3 A.M. or at 25:00, or on Feb 30,
It’s been a while since I’ve been there. I came up with the idea of how to work the roles, so I suppose we should get down to the nitty gritty of balancing it.
Also, I just came up with another genius theme for a Mafia game…
Who’s up for A Song of Ice and Fire Mafia?
**You guys are completely right.
Volume of posting is the litmus for scum. **
We should all strive to be the top volume poster in a game. That way we can gaurantee we will not by lynched by fellow town members.
Oh Wait.
In hindsight, why did I get the boot again?
It was partly meta-gamey. I know that as Scum, you have major issues with bussing a team member. When you didn’t vote for Oredigger, it made you look scummy as hell, especially since pretty much everyone else in the thread agreed that there was no reason for a scummy Rysto to fake-counterclaim Oredigger if he were the real Doc.
Also, I thought your reaction to the masons claiming seemed like you were fishing for more of them.
Toward the end of the Day you got lynched, I was concerned that the voting for you was unanimous except for our one confirmed Town, but I figured the Scum was just trying to hide because defending you would stand out like a sore thumb when you turned up Scum.
In short, “my bad” is more bad than anyone else’s?
Nah.
Hey, why aren’t you ElectronicWaffle on here?
Good luck with that. It’s been tried many, many times in previous games (several by me) and it never works.
*“One last push! Then halt and leave the rest to me!”
The old man shook his head, yet steered the horses up the slope, then drove them hard as, hoofs churning in the mud, they strained to pull the huge carriage uphill.
Paran slowed his horse once more, caught a glimpse of the shareholders gathered round the back of the carriage, all staring at him as he reined in, directly in the beast’s path.
One hundred paces.
Paran fought to control his panicking horse, even as he drev a wooden card from his saddlebag. On which scored a half-dozen lines with his thumbnail. A moment to glance up – fifty paces, header lowering, jaws opening wide. Oh, a little close–
Two more deeper scores into the wood, then he flung the card out, into the path of the charging creature.
Four soft words under his breath–
The card did not fall, but hung, motionless.
The scaled bear reached it, voicing a bellowing roar – and vanished.
Paran’s horse reared, throwing him backwards, his boots leaving the stirrups as he slid onto its rump, then off, landing hard to skid in the mud. He picked himself up, rubbing at his behind.
Shareholders rushed down to gather round him.
“How’d you do that?”
“Where’d it go?”
“Hey, if you coulda done that any time what was we runnin’ for?”
Paran shrugged. “Where – who knows? As for the ‘how’, well, I am Master of the Deck of Dragons. Might as well make the grand title meaningful.”
Gloved hands clapped his shoulders – harder than necessary, but he noted their relieved expressions, the terror draining from their eyes.
Hedge arrived. “Nice one, Captain. I didn’t think any of you’d make it. From what I saw, though, you left things nearly too late – too close. Saw your mouth moving – some kind of spell or something? Didn’t know you were a mage–”
“I’m not. I was saying ‘I hope this works’.” *
The Bonehunters, by Steven Erikson