Serial Killer Round 64: The Marxist Menace | Cycle 5: Troubleshooter Victory!
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I thought the guy handing out pills looked like this....
But then again that guy REALLY hates computers... So I hope he looks like this
I would take pills from him.
However, Armadox's photo he posted of himself looks like a trustworthy guy. His pills are pretty awesome, I speak from experience. Plus, he looks like someone who is believes in the computer.
But then again that guy REALLY hates computers... So I hope he looks like this
I would take pills from him.
However, Armadox's photo he posted of himself looks like a trustworthy guy. His pills are pretty awesome, I speak from experience. Plus, he looks like someone who is believes in the computer.
[HEADING=1]THERE HAS BEEN AN EXECUTION[/HEADING]
Loyal citizens, you have chosen someone to execute. Should you have chosen incorrectly, you will all be fined 100 credits to go towards paying for a new clone for the deceased. Odd voting, to say the least. There was a six-way tie for the vote, which I've never seen before.
@Frappe: Yep. Six people got two votes each, so in the end Random.org had the final say.
@Snekadid: Friend Computer appreciates your desire to kill the communist as quickly as possible, but regretfully informs you that due to only one Troubleshooter may be executed at a time.
@Snekadid: Friend Computer appreciates your desire to kill the communist as quickly as possible, but regretfully informs you that due to only one Troubleshooter may be executed at a time.
Well really we don't have the info yet to successfully guess the killer... so by spreading it out, we avoid the participation penalty of accidentally killing someone we didn't want to... don't we?
Somehow I don't think the Killer will kill you...Caramel Frappe said:
Oh god!! So we just killed... Someone?!? What have we done...Fractral said:
Innocent is such a strong word... I mean, they were a capitalist... lets go with 'less murderous'.Rabbitboy said:
Yeah... apparently I missed that part when going through the rules, I thought someone only got iced if not enough people voted, heh. So essentially up to four people can die a round, one from the killer, one from the votes, and one from the Arbiter, and the Arbiter himself. The Priest / Resurrected person comes out in the wash as neutral.Caramel Frappe said:
'Free' market capitalism is the foundation of Alpha Complex society, citizen. To suggest a fault in it seems like something a communist would do, and I'm sure you don't want to be associated with that. Now take your pills and drink your Bouncy Bubble Beverage.Demagogue said:
Hey guys. How are things with you? This is how things have gone for me.
"Boy, I sure do love the friendly computer!" I thought contentedly as I found a comfortable rock to sleep on for the night. "I sure hope we catch that communist quickly. I just can't stand those communists. They're so..." I paused as I realized that I hadn't actually met a communist, or even developed a good understanding on what exactly it was that made them so evil. I also hadn't developed the global awareness and governmentally savvy enough to firmly grasp the socio-economic benefits of capitalism versus communism. Eventually I forgot how I had started my sentence structure and chose to finish with "Assholes." It wasn't a word I used lightly. My mother taught me not to swear as a child, and I, as a citizen who always followed the rules and took my super important pills rarely did. I began drifting off to sleep with images of what exactly I would do if I caught the communist dancing in my head. I would tell him firmly to stop and not resist. Then I would tell him that he needed to come with me to see the computer. Obviously he would come, because nobody doesn't want to see the computer! Then I would explain to him that Communism was bad, and that I understood that he probably didn't know about all of the bad stuff about, and that I didn't know either, so it was okay that he had become a communist and that we would fix that right away, and that we would give him some pills and when he woke up again, he would be a good capitalist, then after that, we would all have a picnic, and the computer would give me a lovely reward for capturing the communist.
Just as I approached that barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness I was thrust back into reality when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see a pair of my fellow Troubleshooters approaching. "Howdy, comrades!" I exclaimed brightly.
The two exchanged puzzled glances. "Don't communists say 'Comrade'?" one asked. His partner nodded in the affirmative.
This was interesting news to me. "Oh, really?" I inquired, fascinated. "That's good to know. I'll look out for anybody saying that. Thanks, guys! Say, you aren't the communist are you?"
They glanced at each other. One glanced at me pointedly. The other cocked his head in puzzlement. The first pointed at me and made a throat slashing gesture. Odd. The other opened his mouth slightly.
"Because, that would make me really unhappy if one of you was the communist," I decided to continue. "After all we've been on the same squad for a while."
"I've noticed." One of them said. His voice was flat, as if he was annoyed about something. He pointed at me again, formed a finger gun, and "shot" with it. I was beginning to see where this was going. I had blinded myself to the danger before, because I was hoping that these fine gentlemen were just making conversation, that they were friends. I always knew that they hated me, but I didn't think anything would come of it.
"What are you doing?" Asked the man who wasn't yet thinking of killing me.
The other sighed and said, "should we kill him? He might be the communist." And with that I was off. I leaped away at the speed of a speeding bullet, or so it seemed. I heard their shouts behind me. "STOP COMMIE SCUM!" It was followed by a hail of bullets.
"No, I'm not the communist, I swear!" I screamed back.
The running slowed down. I stopped and hid behind something solid. I was out of breath already.
"He says it's not him," said one voice.
"Isn't that what a communist would say?" Replied the other.
"Is it? I've never met a communist, have you?" Asked the first.
"Well, no. Not that I know of. But it seems like something a communist would say..." Answered the second.
"Perhaps we should ask him," suggested the first.
"Hey!" Shouted the second. "Is that something a communist would say?"
I thought for a second. "Well," I replied. "I would rather suspect so. Wait. Shit."
"Aha! I told you." One voice said triumphantly.
"Hm. I suppose you're right," the other said.
The bullets started flying at me again. I ran again. These two were not very good shots. "WAIT! I SHOUTED!" The bullets stopped again.
"What?!" Demanded the voices.
"If I were a communist would I take this?" I said, holding a pill up for them to see.
"I dunno. Would you?" Came the answer.
"I would suspect not."
"OK. And?"
"I'll take it right now, so you can see I'm not a communist. How does that sound?"
There was a long pause. I strained to hear the two whispering. Eventually one of them said, "Alright. Take it then."
I did. "See? Not a communist. Just a regular old capitalist here!"
They turned to each other. "That's a good thing, right?" One said.
"Yes. I'm positive," said the other, sounding just the opposite. He turned to me. "Right?"
"Yes," I said, nodding vigorously.
"Oh, good," said the first.
"Good. That settles it," said the second.
I breathed a long sigh of relief. "I'm glad to see you come to your senses. Now we can all search for the communist together.
They looked at each other. They looked at me. They turned to one another again. One glanced at me pointedly. The other shrugged and nodded. I smiled at them. They raised their guns and fired. One and a half minutes later, their guns were empty, as was what was left of my chest cavity.
Just as I approached that barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness I was thrust back into reality when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see a pair of my fellow Troubleshooters approaching. "Howdy, comrades!" I exclaimed brightly.
The two exchanged puzzled glances. "Don't communists say 'Comrade'?" one asked. His partner nodded in the affirmative.
This was interesting news to me. "Oh, really?" I inquired, fascinated. "That's good to know. I'll look out for anybody saying that. Thanks, guys! Say, you aren't the communist are you?"
They glanced at each other. One glanced at me pointedly. The other cocked his head in puzzlement. The first pointed at me and made a throat slashing gesture. Odd. The other opened his mouth slightly.
"Because, that would make me really unhappy if one of you was the communist," I decided to continue. "After all we've been on the same squad for a while."
"I've noticed." One of them said. His voice was flat, as if he was annoyed about something. He pointed at me again, formed a finger gun, and "shot" with it. I was beginning to see where this was going. I had blinded myself to the danger before, because I was hoping that these fine gentlemen were just making conversation, that they were friends. I always knew that they hated me, but I didn't think anything would come of it.
"What are you doing?" Asked the man who wasn't yet thinking of killing me.
The other sighed and said, "should we kill him? He might be the communist." And with that I was off. I leaped away at the speed of a speeding bullet, or so it seemed. I heard their shouts behind me. "STOP COMMIE SCUM!" It was followed by a hail of bullets.
"No, I'm not the communist, I swear!" I screamed back.
The running slowed down. I stopped and hid behind something solid. I was out of breath already.
"He says it's not him," said one voice.
"Isn't that what a communist would say?" Replied the other.
"Is it? I've never met a communist, have you?" Asked the first.
"Well, no. Not that I know of. But it seems like something a communist would say..." Answered the second.
"Perhaps we should ask him," suggested the first.
"Hey!" Shouted the second. "Is that something a communist would say?"
I thought for a second. "Well," I replied. "I would rather suspect so. Wait. Shit."
"Aha! I told you." One voice said triumphantly.
"Hm. I suppose you're right," the other said.
The bullets started flying at me again. I ran again. These two were not very good shots. "WAIT! I SHOUTED!" The bullets stopped again.
"What?!" Demanded the voices.
"If I were a communist would I take this?" I said, holding a pill up for them to see.
"I dunno. Would you?" Came the answer.
"I would suspect not."
"OK. And?"
"I'll take it right now, so you can see I'm not a communist. How does that sound?"
There was a long pause. I strained to hear the two whispering. Eventually one of them said, "Alright. Take it then."
I did. "See? Not a communist. Just a regular old capitalist here!"
They turned to each other. "That's a good thing, right?" One said.
"Yes. I'm positive," said the other, sounding just the opposite. He turned to me. "Right?"
"Yes," I said, nodding vigorously.
"Oh, good," said the first.
"Good. That settles it," said the second.
I breathed a long sigh of relief. "I'm glad to see you come to your senses. Now we can all search for the communist together.
They looked at each other. They looked at me. They turned to one another again. One glanced at me pointedly. The other shrugged and nodded. I smiled at them. They raised their guns and fired. One and a half minutes later, their guns were empty, as was what was left of my chest cavity.
@Demagogue: The concept of "trust" has been wired into my troubleshoot since Day Alpha... Whether its used correctly or not is meaningless in the long run... because the Computer always has the final say overall...
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I think this is the first time I've forgotten to vote in ages.
I had a busy weekend and Monday after all. >_>
I had a busy weekend and Monday after all. >_>
Were you busy killing people? Because it seems like that's what would occupy a communist. Well, I don't KNOW for sure, since I haven't met one...sky14kemea said:
On a different note: No-o-o-o-o! Why, kingofkumquats why did you leave us?
And finally on an actually serious note: K, people, with a lack of a Spy, I think it's important to have some guidance. I think it wouldn't be likely that the Killer was somebody who had a role in the previous round. It just doesn't look like something that our good gracious and fair Friend Computer would do. And kingofkumquats was the Priest.
For reference, the following people had roles in the previous round:
Aerosteam - the Spy
Caramel Frappe - the Medic
kingofkumquats - the Priest
sky14kemea - the Lawyer
twintix - the Arbiter
Now, it is possible that the Lawyer was rewarded with the Killer position for doing so well last round, but still. I'd personally direcy my suspicions elsewhere. Maybe keep an eye on Sky but keep a closer eye on the rest. We saw that kingofkumquats was the wrong vote but perhaps one of the other 5 could have been the Killer.
@Caramel: That does seem to be a recurring theme with mine, doesn't it. Huh. I guess it's my youthful optimism shining through or something to that effect.
@Caramel: Aw, thanks. That means a lot. Really. I am quite happy with how this one turned out. I've been rereading Hitchhiker's Guide again so I tried to make some Adams-esque dialogue. I think it worked out fairly well.