Serial Killer Round 40: A Dance With The Devil (Cycle 5: The Game is Over)

[Link_to_Future]

@CA: But you can admit that some roles have far more power to change the course of a game than others, am I right? An Arbiter dramatically killing themselves and another has far more immediate impact than a Medic who may or may not be saving a life each time.

If it helps, don't consider it a classification of the roles themselves. Rather, it's just a power interlock. If they ask a spy question, commit an arbiter kill, or make a priest revival, then they are simply unable to use any of those powers again. If they use one, then they lose the ability to use any of the three.

This also helps to control the class. Initially, there is a 5/6 chance that the Wild card can make an action this cycle. However, if they become the spy and ask a question, the entire dynamic of the class is immediately reduced. Now, there is only a 1/3 chance that they will have a role. Additionally, the impact of this role is not felt as heavily by the entire playing field.

Basically, if a Wild Card is lucky and decides to be hasty, then they are rewarded with a short term blessing followed by a quick dive into relative irrelevance. If they are patient, then they can save the power for a time when it will be more useful...however, there is no real way to be sure that they will ever actually gain the ability that they want.

Does that make sense? I'm not really proofing myself since my attention is split.

 

[RaNDM G]

EDIT: Death moved here for continuity's sake.

Spoiler: 1st Down

I knock on the door.

"Fragrance? You in there?"

From the other side I can hear the deadbolt unlock. The door cracks open. Fragrance looks out.

"No. No, we already went through this."

"C'mon man, let me in!"

"Go away, RaN."

"I brought Double Dew!"

"... Diet or regular?"

"Both."

"... Fuck."

From outside, I can hear the sound of a chain lock taken off its hook and tapping against the door frame. The door opens.

"Get the fuck in here."

I step inside and set both packs of Dew on the table.

"I just finished fixing my house and you're first on his shit list."

"Don't look at me, I kept a low profile."

"Oh yeah, like screaming around town was keeping a low profile."

"Staika's face was ripped off bears! What do you expect from me?"

"... It was just the one bear."

"Fuck you."

"I won't even laugh at that. You made yourself a fucking target."

"Jesus Christ, man. When'd you get this cold?"

"I had a life! The three days I spent here, I spent putting everything back in order! Now I won't even get to enjoy it! You fucking blew it!"

Fragrance picks up a glass and throws it at the wall. It shatters into small shards reflecting the sunlight beaming in from a window.

"Get the hell out of my house!"

I stand there, stunned, looking at the pieces of shattered glass scattered on the floor. I look back up at Fragrance, tears streaming down his face and eyes seaming with anger. I step out the door.

"... You're next, Dan."

I close it softly behind me. I walk down the street. A few blocks later and I already reach the outskirts of town.

"Trying to run?"

"No. Just wanted to make life harder for you."

I turn around and look at my killer, their face masked under a hood.

"You gonna make it quick?"

"... No."

"Hmph... Well, word of warning."

I take a deep breath of the morning air.

"I'm a screamer."

[sub][sub]I was waiting for Fragrance, but he's been out of reach the past three days. Sorry for the cliffhanger.[/sub][/sub]

 

[CounterAttack]

@Link: Quite honestly... Nope. You lost me at the first sentence.

 

[Malyc]

@Randm: I TOLD you to calm down... Now you've gone and gave yourself a heart attack!

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

He's not dead. He's got a dead ringer! He must be the spy!

*pokes with shotgun*

...

Oh.

 

[Schizzy]

@hobo: What would Cthulhu do? Kill everyone in a round? Or just sleep it off?

@RaNDM: Don't blame you. Being dead does that to people sometimes.

@Redlin: You did something mighty suspicious there, you did. One could say you genuinely poked him with the barrel of the shotgun... or you could've poked with a 9-gauge round.

Lynch him!

 

[staika]

@Schizzy: No better, I have a new model of sunglasses with spikes in them. We just make him put it on and the spikes will dig into his eyes. That should torture him a good.

 

[Schizzy]

@staika: :O

Why would you design glasses like that?! And without telling me?!

Spikes are so yesterday... put ear-locks and a slow burning laser on it instead.

 

[staika]

@Schizzy: Because the idea came to me late at night and I had to build it before I forgot about it. We could make some modifications to it and make it shoot lasers instead. It is just a prototype at the moment.

 

[Schizzy]

@staika: All is forgiven then. Lets stick the spiky ones on Red first.

 

[staika]

@Schizzy: An excellent decision. I'll let you do the honors since I made these behind your back. Hopefully the test run will provide good results
*hands schizzy the spike sunglasses*

 

[Schizzy]

@Redlin: Okay Redlin, you're gonna have to put these on. They're anti-lynch glasses.

 

[Lil_Rimmy]

Spoiler

Woof.

Spoiler

Who thought this was something important?

Spoiler

I did.

 

[Schizzy]

@Rimmy: HULK SMASH!

*Smashes Rimmy into a red paste*

 

[Lil_Rimmy]

@Rimmy: HULK SMASH!

*Smashes Rimmy into a red paste*

MIDGET DODGE!

*Dodges Schizzy's hand*

captcha: practice makes perfect. Indeed.

 

[Berenzen]

2 Hours...

 

[Malyc]

@Beren: Its been 2 hours... soooo... uh... what happens now?

>.>
<.<

 

[sky14kemea]

@Link: Let's add the Wildcard next round!

 

[Berenzen]

@Malyc. Can't type much, too busy playing guild wars 2

 

[War Penguin]

@Wild Card: Hm... I like it, and it could be interesting, but what I fear is that we're making SK way too complicated than it needs to be with all of these ever growing roles. I'm willing to give it a shot next round, however.

But things like this are what makes me kind of want to try Serial Killer: Classic. Just some old fashioned stuff. No spies, no medics, just the killer and the wits of everyone else.