BrightnessRadiant

Never assume

Father Fuchsia had always lived a good life. He always tried to help those in need and keep his faith that someday humans and epics could live together peacefully. The cold revolver in his hand felt as heavy as the guilt in his heart. He couldn't kill anyone even if it was in self defense. He tossed the gun aside, disgusted with having even considered it. “Don't worry, Father. I'll commit the sins you cannot.” Father Fuchsia whirled to see Major Muave standing before him, an evil leer across his lips. “How did you get in?!” “Walls are merely doors that others cannot use.” He grinned and aimed the gun at Father Fuchsia’s head. “By the way, what would you like your suicide note to say?” ____________________________ Supreme Slovenly slouched in a chair as the police chief addressed the remaining occupants of the hotel. He barely knew what everyone was talking about since he'd mostly spent the entire time in the hotel asleep. “I have good news and bad news.” Chief Chartreuse addressed the civilians along with her police force at the dining room table. “The good news is we have solved the murder of Governor Green.” Eyes shifted nervously around the table and people waited eagerly for her next words. “The bad news is that Shaman Sky has escaped the hotel and vanished. An epic made of steel who's chosen the wrong path is not someone we want on the loose. I promise you, we will do everything in our power to bring her to justice.” She paused and cleared her throat. “That being said, I thank you all very much for your patience and cooperation. You are free to go.” ____________________________ “We are here today to honour those who have fallen in the name of Democracy.” Zar Zaffre stood before the city, his hands folded behind his back and his expression solemn. “These great men and women shall be avenged.” Tears caught in Zaffre's throat and he stopped to wipe his eyes. Mega stood among the crowd gathered to hear the speech. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Zaffre certainly could put on a good show. He spotted Bro. Biege not far away and made his way through the crowd to stand next to him. “That was quite an experience, huh?” Bro Biege recognized Mega and nodded. “I can't believe I made it out alive. I was sure I was doomed in there.” Mega lowered his voice to a whisper. “I can't believe they didn't catch you for poisoning the Colonel." Biege’s eyes flicked to the side and the muscles in his neck twitched as he continued to stare at Zaffre along with the rest of the crowd. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with us.” “Us?” Biege felt a piece of paper slipped into his hand and turned to face Mega but he was gone. Trembling slightly he opened the paper and glanced down at it, hiding it’s contents from any nosy onlookers. Thanks for the help. Call us if you're interested ~RR ____________________________ Mega killed Green with the knife by using illusion to hide that he wasn't actually at the table. We hired a mutation epic to try and kill Shaman Sky because I suspected her weakness was wolves, but I was wrong. Raven was hard, but we managed it. Clever of Sabien to play that song so they'd be sure and dance long enough for the poem to be read while the Chandelier was successfully released in time. All Mega had to do was set the book on the table and wait for someone to read the poem. Then there was Mega playing around by scaring Snip with those illusory shears just so he could see his expression before he killed him from behind. And once again someone was foolish enough to enter the kitchen. Mega does love his illusions. A bomb disguised as a can of beans. Chief Chartreuse chuckled to herself and shook her head. A light rain fell as she breathed in the misty evening air. It was a lot of work, but these days it was safer to hide in plain sight. Ruling a city from the position of Police Chief was a much better way to go about things. She didn't have any know-it-all young men trying to find her weakness and take her city from her. She stepped up to the door of a beautifully extravagant house and rang the bell. Footfalls sounded and the door opened to reveal Sir Sabien Ash in his stunning maroon suit and that smile that looked charming and cavalier while also having that psychotic twinkle to it. “Sorry I'm late honey, work was murder.” Sabien’s grin widened knowingly and he nodded towards the box Chartreuse was carrying under one arm. “A gift for the host?” Chief Chartreuse handed him the box. “A set of beautiful knives that were hand crafted just for you. I melted the steel down myself yesterday.” Sabien's grin widened even further, and he broke into a laugh. “I shall treasure these always as a momentum of our time together.” _______________________________ Sart was murdered by the Rightful Rulers and was an innocent Democrat with a Mobile item. Stink was interrogated and found to be an innocent Democrat with a Mobile item. The Rightful Rulers have won the game! Rightful Rulers Police Headquarters Thanks for playing everyone! It was all for the greater good.

Game has ended. Aftermath will be up as soon as I can get it done.

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Sorry for the writeup delay. Busy day. They're up. 5 minute warning since there is no cycle clock. (5 from the edit time lol)

Cycle 6: Doctor Dandelion knelt beside Colonel Ketchup. “I'm afraid all the symptoms point to poison. I can't be sure what kind of poison unless I was able to get him to the hospital.” “I'm sorry, I can't allow that, Doctor.” Chief Chartreuse stared of in the distance as if lost in thought. “This man will die if you don't let me take him.” “He doesn't have enough time, Doctor. He's barely clinging to life as it is.” Doctor Dandelion felt a surge of helplessness and anger wash over him. “You're in on it, aren't you?! You're just keeping us all here until we die!” He pulled a gun from his back pocket and pointed it at the chief. Several guns pointed at him in return, the policemen in the room ready to defend their chief. “Stand down, Doctor. I'm on the side of right. I'll allow you to be interrogated next so that we may decide whether we can escort you to your hospital. Then you may run your tests.” “He could be dead by then!” Doctor Dandelion saw a quick movement out of the corner of his eye and it caused him to jump, accidentally firing the gun, and hitting Chief Chartreuse square in the chest. She looked down at the hole in her jacket, her expression unwavering. “Are you quite through?” Doctor Dandelion gaped and dropped his hand to the side. “You're a...a…” “A high epic? I'm just like you, Doctor. Powers don't change who I am. They only allow me to serve the greater good to the best of my abilities. Now if you please, follow Officer Olive to the interrogation room so we can allow you to go on with helping others where we need you. I'd much rather have you on our side.” Doctor Dandelion started to protest, but the sound of Colonel Ketchup's last breath escaping his lips was a sign that the Chief was right. ____________________________ Señor Shqueeves was hungry. The kitchen would surely be empty this time of night. Especially after all the murders going around. Thank goodness he could just use his invisibility to sneak in and out. The kitchen was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the nearby wall. He tread softly, not willing to risk becoming visible. He glanced around the kitchen and noticed a can of beans sitting on the counter. Perfect! Just what he was craving. He picked it up and began to move towards the cabinets, looking for a pan. He paused and cocked his head. The ticking of the clock sounded abnormally close. He absentmindedly looked at the clock on the wall. It read half past 2...PM? That wasn't right. Come to think of it...the second hand wasn't even moving. So where's the ticking coming…. He glanced at the can of beans in his hand and his eyes grew wide. Señor Shqueeves made a mess in the kitchen. _______________________________ Kidpen has been interrogated and found to be an innocent Democrat with a Gun item. Shqueeves was murdered by the Rightful Rulers. He was an innocent Democrat epic with the power of Invisibility. Cadmium Compounder has died from the poison. He was an innocent Democratic epic with the power of X-ray Vision. Vote Count: Due to there being a death, the Dining Room has been closed as a crime scene and will be reopened next cycle. All players in the room have been randomly shuffled elsewhere. ________________________________ Room distribution: Dining room: Closed for this cycle. Living Quarters: Sart Crimsn-Wolf Droughtbringer Devotary Ballroom: Gancho Libre Megasif Kitchen: Stink Mr Doctor _______________________________ Cycle clocks are currently down. Rollover will be at 10 PM CST on 10/24. Player List:

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Apparently now the cycle timer won't even let me update it. So gonna try here. Nope it failed lol. 4 hours left.

Cycle 5 "I do hope that you're not trying to poison me, Colonel." Colonel Ketchup was about to take offence at the suggestion before Sir Sabien Ash laughed and he realized it had been a joke. “Oh, yes, right. Good one, Ash. I must say, you had me worried for a second there. Poison indeed. With everything happening around here my nerves are a bit on edge. “Cheer up old boy. You'll stress the meat right off your bones if you keep that up.” Sir Sabien grinned and took the sauce, leaving the Colonel alone in the room. Colonel Ketchup heard a scuffle from upstairs and left to investigate. ____________________________ Naidiriv was tired. The day had been long and emotionally trying. He had tried staying awake for his own safety but he couldn't keep his eyes open a moment longer. I'll just take a short rest. I've got my vest, so at least I'll be somewhat protected. There was a knock at the door of his room. Sergeant Salmon walked in and pointed a gun at him. “What's the meaning of this??” Naidiriv stared in shock. “Don't give me that. We found a note you wrote to Governor Green and the handwriting was identical to that of the notes from the Rightful Rulers! I'm gonna need you to come with me to headquarters.” Naidiriv gaped. “My handwriting?! That's absurd!” Salmon held up a note in a plastic bag. It was the most recent note from the death of the epic, Raven. Naidiriv paled. It was identical to his handwriting...but how? He was escorted downstairs. Colonel Ketchup wandered out of the Dining Room when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “I say, what's going on, Sergeant? Has a murderer been found?” Sergeant Salmon replied, but Colonel Ketchup didn't hear him. He’d begun vomiting uncontrollably and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach. Maybe poison wasn't such a stretch after all. ____________________________ Sapphire Snip needed a snack. The kitchen had been watched closely since an officer had died there earlier, but when he worried he got hungry. He didn't think anyone would mind if he snuck in for a midnight snack. The kitchen was dim, lit only by some small lights above the stove area. Snip glanced around and didn't see anyone. He shrugged. More food for me. He began looking through the cabinets and heard a noise from behind. He turned and froze. Were those….giant gardening shears??? They came flying right towards him at a frightening pace. He side stepped just in time as they hit the cabinets with a heavy thunk. He ducked down, searching the room with his mind trying to find the person responsible for throwing the shears. Wait...how did they get… Sapphire Snip was struck from behind. The police found his body, a giant pair of gardening shears lying on the floor beside him. Sapphire Snip had been snipped. _______________________________ Xinoehp512 was interrogated and found to be an innocent Democrat with a Vest item. Snipexe was murdered by the Rightful Rulers. He was an epic Democrat with the power of Mind Control. Cadmium Compounder was poisoned! (one more cycle to live) Vote Tally: Due to there being a death, the Kitchen has been closed as a crime scene and will be reopened next cycle. All players in the room have been randomly shuffled elsewhere. ________________________________ Room distribution: Dining room: Stink Gancho Libre Shqueeves Megasif Living Quarters: Sart Crimsn-Wolf Mr Doctor Droughtbringer Ballroom: Cadmium Compounder Kidpen Devotary Kitchen: Closed for this cycle. _______________________________ Cycle ends in... (4 hours) 10 PM CST Player List:

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Left side is lynch candidates and right side is voters

Tsk tsk Yeah the LG clock is also frozen apparently. Yes. 45 min from now

Is the cycle clock frozen for anyone else? Hmmm apparently it is. Game ends at 10 PM CST in case anyone needs to check the time. I'm not sure why the timers aren't working. Even tried replacing it.

Rule Clarification: yes you may put in actions to go back to the Ballroom next cycle.

@Shqueeves No, the spectator death was purely for entertainment. I dubbed my spectators my police officers and they've shown up here and there in the writeups so far

Cycle 4 The Ballroom of the Grand Peacock was the centerpiece of the hotel. A magnificent display of color, grandeur, and beauty. An ivory piano, a dazzling dancefloor, and a beautiful chandelier were some of the many pieces that made the room so elegant. Many of the hotel's occupants had gathered here for the evening. Despite the beauty of it, an air of tension hung over the room. Colonel Ketchup had given up waiting for his guests to arrive, knowing they probably wouldn't be allowed admittance now that the hotel had become an investigation. He noticed the epic, Raven, enter the room. Perhaps an epic would be an even more advantageous match than the daughter of Colonel Mustard. He sauntered over and asked her to dance and to his surprise she agreed. That seemed to break some of the tension in the room and the others began to move about and enjoy themselves. Sir Sabien took a seat at the piano, Señor Shqueeves and Bro Biege took up a lively conversation, and Mega decided to relax in the corner and read. Commodore Clutch wandered into the room from the Dining area and seated himself in a comfortable chair, noticing an open book on the table near him. “The Raven”, the page title read. “Ever heard this poem?” The Commodore addressed Mega reading in the corner. “I don't believe so.” “It’s quite good, here, let me read a bit to you.” Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” The Commodore’s words reached Raven's ears as she waltzed around the room. Memories flashed through her mind, things she’d thought to have long forgotten. Fears she'd hoped to never feel again. The poem's words bringing back images in her mind. Death. Blood. A field of ravens picking flesh from fallen bodies. A trembling child, weeping in the arms of a stranger. …”Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”... Raven snapped back to her senses and realized the Commodore was still reading. “Stop!” ... “Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” The chandelier fell from the ceiling. Raven was dead. ____________________________ “I didn't know the poem was her weakness?!” The Commodore sat in his chair, head in his hands, Sergeant Salmon looming over him. “Oh so you just happened to pick that particular poem and just happened to be carrying around a knife exactly like the one that killed Governor Green??” The Commodore paled. “Yes?” Salmon snorted. “Okay pal, I'm sending you to headquarters. They'll sort through this down there.” He tapped his mobile and brought it to life. “Inspector Indigo, when you're quite finished making another coffee run, would you please get yourself in here and escort this man to headquarters?” _______________________________ The Ballroom lights flickered softly as a dark figure moved into the doorway. Sergeant Salmon stopped talking and immediately snapped to attention. “Chief? I thought you were going to let me handle this case?” A young woman strode into the room, her dark hair streaked through with lines of white in places and her expression unreadable. Reaching her hand out just slightly, the lights in the room became steady again. Chief Chartreuse looked at the body lying on the floor and back to Sergeant Salmon. “That was before the murders got out of hand, Sergeant.” She spoke cooly and evenly, reaching her hand out and motioning for the Sergeant to hand her the evidence bag with the new note from the Rightful Rulers inside. They'd found it tucked inside the book's pages. “Close this room while we search for further evidence. I don't want anyone going in or out who isn't a member of the police force.” _______________________________ DeathClutch has been interrogated and found to be an innocent Democrat with a Knife item. Elandera has been killed by the Rightful Rulers. She was an innocent Democrat with a Smoke Grenade item. Vote Count: Due to there being a death, the Ballroom has been closed as a crime scene and will be reopened next cycle. All players in the room have been randomly shuffled elsewhere. Room distribution: Dining room: Stink Gancho Libre Cadmium Compounder Living Quarters: Sart Xinoehp512 Droughtbringer Devotary of Spontaneity Crimsn-Wolf Mr Doctor Ballroom: Closed for this cycle. Kitchen: Kidpen Snipexe Shqueeves Megasif _______________________________ This cycle will end in... Player List:

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I may do this because it does seem to be too fast for most people to stay involved. Going to discuss it with Lopen. Update: Discussed it with Lopen and decided to leave it the way it is. Sorry if it moves a bit too fast, but then it is a QF and many of them have been just 24 hour cycles.

Cycle 3: Aristocrat Azure sat in the kitchen eating an apple. Officer Orange walked in and nodded to him. Azure nodded back in return. “Apple?” “No, Orange.” Azure shook his head and proffered an apple. “No no, apple?” Officer Orange, preoccupied by the crime scene of Lieutenant Lilac’s death and in a cross mood, didn’t see the apple. “Oh I see, a wise guy, eh?? How’d you like to go talk to Sergeant Salmon and call him Bass or Trout eh?!” “No, but you see, apple…” “It’s Orange!” . . . Aristocrat Azure left the building happily a while later having gained his freedom and a profuse apology from Officer Orange in return. _______________________________ I think I am here has been interrogated (lynched) and was found to be a vanilla Democrat with a Mobile item. _______________________________ Vote Count: _______________________________ Room distribution: Dining room: Deathclutch19 Stink Living Quarters: Sart Xinoehp512 Droughtbringer Ballroom: Gancho Libre Shqueeves Cadmium Compounder Megasif Mr Doctor Elandera Kitchen: Devotary of Spontaneity Kidpen Crimsn Wolf Snipexe _______________________________ Turn ends in... Player List:

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No, there is not. 1 will do it.

Yep

Apologies for forgetting to mention this in the writeup: Sart has dropped his mobile and all of his PMs are now closed. Please do not respond to them. The mobile was given to a random player in the Living Quarters at the beginning of the cycle.

Cycle 2 Shaman sky perused the kitchen for clues. She looked through cabinets and cupboards. Ovens and drawers. She came up empty handed. Lieutenant Lilac sauntered over with a quizzical expression and cleared his throat. “Can I help you, Miss? Looking for something to eat?” She flipped her blonde hair from her eyes and stared at him coldly. “Someone just died. I don't exactly have an appetite. What do you think I am, a ravenous wolf? I don’t think...” She stopped and screamed in horror as the officer's head began to twist and distort turning into the head of a wolf, the rest of his body changing and mutating too fast to determine what he was becoming. The distorted creature lunged for Shaman Sky but she instinctively turned herself into steel, blocking the attack. The mutated officer fell to the floor. Dead. ____________________________ "I stand by what I said, every bit of it. You stand only for yourself, it’s what you do. I can’t apologize because it’s true." "Now, who will stand with me?" Windrunner had gotten on Sergeant Salmon's nerves. He already tried telling him off by saying he should go interrogate his own Chief if he didn't have anything better to do. He'd decided who he was interrogating first if only to get this crazy epic out of his hair. Just then, a scream came from across the kitchen. He watched, mouth agape, as one of his officers was mutated and fell to the floor dead. “I told you it wasn't me.” Windrunner folded his arms and looked back at the Sergeant. Windrunner ended up in the Interrogation room. “Darn it. I was hoping we'd find something on him other than being a pain in my…” “Mobile, Sergeant.” Sergeant Salmon set down the smoke grenade he'd confiscated, glancing at his blinking mobile and sighed. “The Chief must want an update. I'm not sure how to explain a mutated officer and a cleared epic.” ______________________________ Crimsn-Wolf was attacked by the Rightful Rulers but survived! Coop was interrogated (lynched) and found to be an innocent Democrat so he is free to go. He had a Smoke Grenade item. YoungBard was mutated and killed. He was a Spectator Police Officer. _______________________________ Vote Count: _______________________________ Room distribution: Dining room: Deathclutch19 Stink Elandera Living Quarters: Sart Xinoehp512 Droughtbringer Mr Doctor Ballroom: Gancho Libre Shqueeves Cadmium Compounder Megasif Kitchen: Devotary of Spontaneity Kidpen Crimsn Wolf I think I am here Snipexe _______________________________ Turn ends in... Player List: