Quick post: Local time 11:10PM; Day 1 ends in 50 minutes' time.

The sun is setting now, and the glimmer of hope still rests. supergarlic, fresh out of the indent from the wall, peered closely at Pasonia.

"Don't give me that look. You might have a Turnabout Miracle," murmured Pasonia. "If not, then you're just unlucky."
"..."

Pasonia then proceeded to say what he thought was the most reassuring statement of them all.

"Don't worry, man. I give you a gun to pick. It's gotta be an AK-47, an Uzi, an M4A1 Carbine, or a P90. Your call."

Okay, this is it.

PENCILS DOWN!

Following this post will be Night; stay tuned!

Dusk 1
Meridian Hotel Ballroom 2 - Sapphire

By this time, supergarlic was probably quaking in his boots as Pasonia cocked several rifles ready. He knew it; one wrong move and everyone starts piling up on him. Some see it as a signal, some see it as opportunistic.
"Pick a rifle, say your prayer," said Pasonia, in a tone that, to most, didn't seem like it belonged to him anymore.

(supergarlic, you're allowed to pick a gun, and, well, add in any last words you might have.)

Following supergarlic's last wish, Pasonia complied, and, taking up the rifle that supergarlic chose, began to drill many bullet rounds in quick succession. This instinctively caused some of the other players to yelp/duck for cover/scream/holler/go mad. After a while, the bullets stopped flying around, the ruckus stopped, and all that remains at center stage is a bloody mess of blood and innards that was previously supergarlic's.

"Well, you guys decide what you want to do at night, but there's a few things I want you guys to note."

Everybody paid full attention to his words.

"There's a telephone system out there. You guys have been designated rooms and such, and you are even given numbers to dial. However, that's as far as it goes. I don't want any of you shmucks to muck around and give me shit with the wolves, so I'll personally lock your doors and windows. If you must move, you have to be qualified."

Pasonia cleared his throat a bit. "I know it's a bit unsettling, but, rest assured I'll do my best to make you panic only if I have to. Screaming people is the last thing I want in a situation that doesn't warrant for that. I've spoken too much; you can see now it's about 6.45pm, so I want you guys to hustle to your rooms, on the double!"

Within a minute, the Ballroom was vacated. When he reassured himself that he was in the clear, he began the Night routine.

Night One begins now.

Pasonia wrote:

After a while, the bullets stopped flying around, the ruckus stopped, and all that remains at center stage is a bloody mess of blood and innards that was previously supergarlic's.

Previously? Aren't those guts still mine

Night One: Incursion

The first Night is a perilous one, but not that the experimented players know it, being locked up in their rooms.

Pasonia knew there was bound to be an incursion from the sewers, the only place that Pasonia hadn't covered yet. Instead of stalling the Spec Ops from there, Pasonia chose instead to install claymores at where he thought the Spec Ops were more likely to move into.

At approximately 01:00AM on Night One, Pasonia felt the rumble, and all the signals went off from the underground subway connector that links the hotel and the other facilities around town. The Spec Ops have taken the bait.

"Bothersome people," muttered Pasonia, grabbing two Uzis from the shelves while he raced down the hallway leading to the connector.

***

"What's your status, English-04?"
"No sign of any hostiles, sir."
"Downing-3?"
"Negative."
"I have a nasty feeling about this, boys. Keep on your toes."

Pasonia found the heavily-armed Spec Ops. Most of them were covered in soot, and there was one guy at the very back who was covered in blood; presumably he must've been lucky enough to dodge the claymore he planted. Avoiding a flashlight in his direction by the hair - it came so suddenly Pasonia nearly forgot to respond - he didn't wait any longer. He kicked out a nearby rubbish bin, and then hurled himself across the connector, John Woo-style, taking down two of the well-armored platoon of Spec Ops with precise pistol shots to the visors' weak points.

"Enemy sighted! We are currently engaging the enemy, HQ!"
"Sir, Alpha-1 and Jade-7 are down!"
"Stay together! We don't know how many there is---"

"Lookin' fer me, big boy?"

Pasonia, suddenly appearing within range of the Specs Ops captain, delivered a strong roundhouse punch onto the squad leader, thoroughly smashing right through it and cutting the shards deep into the Spec Ops' head honcho as his screams reverberated through the connector. Pasonia then raised an Uzi at their captain, before the rest of his men could properly engage the lone wolf.

"Drop those damn guns NOW! Or your bossman dies!" Barked Pasonia.

Nobody moved a thread more than they should. The squad leader found a weakness in Pasonia's belted jeans getup, and with a sudden tug, attempted to pull Pasonia onto the floor. What he hadn't counted on was for Pasonia to have lured him into signing a death deed, when he realised that his assumption had thoroughly failed him.

At the same time, the rest of the captain's men tried potshots at Pasonia, which he quickly assumed was a sign that they didn't care about their squad leader. Before the squad leader could do anything, his own men put about twenty rounds into his armor, instantly killing him as his voice groaned out a faint protest.

Pasonia was furious to no end; nobody tried any sneaky tricks on him and get away with it, and he was determined to make that a point. He hurled the now-dead squad leader's body into three of the six remaining Spec Ops, incapacitating them with a rather heavy body-slam. The remaining three could not formulate a plan in time and attempted to retreat, but Pasonia didn't feel like a nice guy anymore. He blew the brains out of one poor fella, smashed another one with a large billboard, and, in a manner reminiscent of Hokuto no Ken, jabbed violently at the acupuncture points of the last man standing. By the time he was finished, Pasonia realised that he had killed some, and maimed the rest. One of them was spasming so badly from the injuries sustained that his hand formed the shape of an Italian "what the fuck".

"Go back wherever you came from," barked Pasonia, "and don't come back. I guarantee you the next time you try stepping in here you'll be greeted with gatling cannons!"

Pasonia thought to turn around and forget it all, but the spasming fellow, with his last gasp of air, tried a shot on Pasonia. It hit Pasonia, but only on his Desert Eagle. Pasonia, on realising that the fellow tried to shoot him, strangled the last soldier with all of his might, his eyes fuelled with rage as he savoured the death screams of the soldier. When at last he was done, Pasonia threw the soldier aside.

"By the way, buffet is over there," spat Pasonia, "and you watch your language... Oh, I forgot, you're already dead."

The next morning...

Dusk 2 - 06:15AM
Meridian Hotel
Buffet Breakfast @ The Dine

Pasonia gathered everyone around the buffet after a short breakfast session lasting all of fifteen minutes.
"I'm not sure whether I should say it's an expected outcome, but..." blurted Pasonia, stopping short suddenly.

"Well, what?"
"Don't you guys all notice someone's missing?"

The guys turned around and look. "Oh, hey, where's foulcoon?" Asked one of them.
"Dead," muttered Pasonia. "He's killed by the wolves."
Everyone jolted at the news for a little, and after a while they began to look at Pasonia in an accusatory manner.

"I risked my life last night to keep this game as is," growled Pasonia, "and I haven't gotten any sleep. If you must, you can explore the connector to see what happened last night."

***

Later, some of the more adventurous went to explore the connector, as Pasonia had described it. One end of it is filled with debris, and the connector seemed like it was half-collapsed. On top of that, foulcoon's badly-mangled body was there, in plain sight, and a painful sight too. It was indescribable, and not all too savory at that, either.

foulcoon now joins supergarlic in the Netherworld. Just don't cross Youmu when you're there, guise.

***
And with that, Day 2 begins.

Foulcoon? That is bothersome. Leads me to believe it was nothing other than a random nightkill.

This game are starting out slow. This game need to pick up pace so it can hold my interest.

Also in all seriousness... Echo was civilian in game 1. Echo was civilian (according to ASH) in game 2. I can't shake the feeling that Echo is wolf in this one. Even though these roles are "random", he is speaking a bit differently. Then again, nobody has role claimed yet for him to defend and strategize.

Vote supergarlic for reasons listed above. Switching votes from someone who is a valid vote, to someone who shouldn't be voted for at all makes me wonder what the hell is going through your mind.

The only two posts made by foulcoon. Unless he spoke to somebody outside of the thread, I dunno. RIP brother.

Goddammit, why foul? I checked the last pages, didn't he post only 1 post? (EDIT: Oh, two) That one was a really minor assumption of Echo being a wolf, and even if Echo was, I think that wouldn't be the reason that he gets killed. (EDIT: Oh and there was this post about voting supergarlic, just like many others voted for him, so that doesn't make foul an appropiate victim either.) Something about this is fishy.
Did the leader sniff foul? Or did they just kill randomly?

How does sniffing work in this game?
Is it different from Ace o' <3's games or what?

Edit: What powers have changed in general and how?

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hi fou---
*splat!*

Dead men tell no tales.

supergarlic wrote:

hi foul

Don't post, you're dead. (The bright side: at least you can't get killed in Pasonia's next WWG now!)

what

WHAT

this is BULLSHIT why is foul dead I am going to rip some fucking heads off. He didn't even do anything arrrrrgh

He was taking up valuable hot tub space ^_^

I thought he never got into the hot tub :<

Well that would be unfortunate.
I'm in the hot tub now though.

I'm a little wary about the lack of decent replies since foulcoon's death. Almost as if Tode, derekku, adam.. were expecting it a little.

Well maybe not tode. She appeared surprised. Maybe a little over-surprised, though?

It's been 24 hours since day 2 started guys. Whats goin' on?

I'm going to make my suspicion towards Loginer public. You're very quiet loginer. Are you bored with the game?

I'm not surprised. I'm furious. Why couldn't they kill you or some shit. You and Echo are the ones who question people the most. Why foul rrrrrrrrrgh.

well I guess I am surprised, considering foul hasn't really been doing anything, which makes me question whether it was a random kill or if the wolves knew something we didn't...

edit: I see you lurking Rolled :U

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Rolled wrote:

I'm a little wary about the lack of decent replies since foulcoon's death. Almost as if Tode, derekku, adam.. were expecting it a little.

I guess people are just busy this weekend. They must not care much about this game.

Like you said, Rolled, it makes no sense that foulcoon was killed. I'm not really sure what to make out of it, either.

Well my guess is that either:

a) He was sniffed by the pack leader, revealing an aux role. But again, the size of the game says that odds are this isn't the case.
b) He had conversations with wolves who got nervous
c) They wanted to kill someone neutral to avoid suspicion, and foul just got the short straw.

(more to come, I g2g right now...)

I just wont be funny anymore...
Is that the only reason you suspect me?

foul was just a seriously wtf kill, making me thing the wolves were just making a blind guess of a kill instead of actually having any real plan.

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Echo wrote:

I vote Loginer since 1) he doesn't really care about the game, 2) he hasn't really made any useful posts, and 3) the only thing he's done in his post is to copy MY accusation against nardi, after most people had expressed doubts about it.

I did not remember the whole bandwagon business from the second game, and simply found nardi's post confusing. That's why I asked him why he randomly mentioned Todesengal, not because I found his post suspicious.

Edit: By the way.

Echo wrote:

So no one other than me sees that line as suspicious :/

That post was made 20 minutes after I posted. If you thought I was copying your accusation, why did you disregard my post until now?

To give you a sense of security

Seems like almost everyone is getting Phantom Votes unless they vote in the next 13 hours. I just got home a little bit ago from a cousin's graduation party, but I'll go through and try to make a decision within the next hour or so.

EDIT: Okay. I probably won't be here at the deadline in the morning, so I'll go ahead and cast a vote now. I wish I could see what more people are going to say. :/

Agent Spin Here wrote:

I have an aux role, but it'd be pretty silly to reveal what it is in the first post. So I won't.

He starts off the game by saying he has an aux role. I was suspicious, but didn't think much of it.

Agent Spin Here wrote:

Haha, I have a vote.
Anyway, because people think I'm suspicious, I'll say something that'll probably make me even more suspicious to other people.
I'm guardian angel.
And you should trust me, because if I'm killed you won't have anyone to save you from the wolves. :3

ASH was awful quick to role claim because people were getting suspicious of him. The bolded line is pretty much self-explanatory. He's just trying to trick people.

Rolled wrote:

Enjoy your nightkill ASH

Agent Spin Here wrote:

Sounds like fun.

You wouldn't have to worry about a night kill if you're a wolf.

Agent Spin Here wrote:

I plan to protect myself tonight.

Yeah, by being a wolf.

Agent Spin Here wrote:

I'm really stupid.

Yes, you are.

ASH has been extremely confident about his role claim, and it's the only thing he's posted about. He hasn't made any other discussion.

EDIT: Also, he's acting very selfish and confident about protecting himself. Am I the only one that sees this?

Vote Agent Spin Here.

Casting my lynch vote for thepianist.

The only thing he's done the entire game is point a vote with no evidence or reasoning to back it up. He seems to be trying to be quiet.

I would like to hear more from thepianist too.

The reason we have no one to suspect is because no one is saying anything stupid. Come on guyzzzz. Say something thought-provoking.

I will cast my vote for Loginer.

loginer wrote:

I could start pointing my finger at everyone if it would make people happy, though.

Yes, sure. Pointing your finger would be giving us a lot more than what you're currently giving, which is nothing. Come on, phantom vote on day 1?

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@tode : You haven't made any useful posts yourself.

The guardian angel wouldn't reveal his/her position so early in the game, but since no one disagrees with ASH (unless I'm missing something BIG).

But perhaps there is a reason for this? There could very well be NO guardian angel.

We will have to wait until tomorrow to find out whether ASH is really guardian angel or not (Since he gave away that he won't be able to protect himself, the werewolves will probably go for him)

inb4 WIFOM

also Vote Agent Spin Here

EDIT
@adam: Because I can't trust him.. yet.

EDIT2
Actually it would probably be a better move to vote for ASH tomorrow, when my doubts are cleared.

Unvote Agent Spin Here
And I'll join the bandwagon
Vote Loginer

Wait, so why are you voting him?

Day 2
Meridian Hotel Lobby
12:00PM

Pasonia was at the lobby, in full view of everyone. The dead bodies discovered for the past day - specifically, that of supergarlic's and foulcoon's - were properly zipped into a bag. It wasn't hard to see whose is whose; while supergarlic's is a little flat in the middle from all the manic shooting, foulcoon's looked like a huge ball because his spine was twisted into a U-shape by the force of the werewolves' savage attack; hence it wasn't even a sight anybody could have withstood or described without vomiting bile.

"Patriot missile systems activated," announced the P.A. system. "All personnel to gather at the lobby."

Within minutes everyone had arrived at the lobby, some with slips of paper to pass to Pasonia.

"Stay calm. The Air Service is just paying us a visit, and I'm just paying them in kind," muttered Pasonia. At the same time, the giant-tastic 120-inch monitor at the lobby displayed what seemed to be a missile's chase-cam against a jet fighter - until thepianist pointed out that it seemed to be in real time and that it really was happening. When the camera fizzled into nothing, there was a simultaneous explosion above their heads, and everyone heard a very horrible slam and then, the entire Hotel began to quake so badly that more than one of the experiments fell onto the floor, some on all fours.

"Mission accomplished, hell yea baby," smirked Pasonia. "While you were watching the plane get shot...
the vote standings have been updated.

Enjoy the rest of the day, gentlemen. I guarantee you this won't be the first day we have such an exciting show of pyrotechnics. You damn harmanz better get yer act together, and keep yourselves alive long enough to see more."

Pasonia walked from the lobby, then decided he forgot something. "Oh, I forgot... I consider Phantom Votes to have a higher weightage in the event of a voting tie, so if two persons end the day with the same number of votes, the person with more Phantom Votes will be lynched."