Lot's of chronically unfun people here. I like the ghosts of the deceased instigating fear and paranoia in the survivors. It's very gothic horror.
Serial Killer Round 68: - Cylon Invasion - Cycle 9 - Game Over! The Killer has Won!
- Thread starter Demagogue
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@Caramel: @Zeconte: @Pseudonym: I'll remind you all again that we had SR start pointing fingers at Armadox literally hours after his death. Same goes for Hippo and Crimson. Now, yes Armadox was the Lawyer so their finger pointing turned out to be right, but lets not pretend this is a new thing that Armadox has just started since he died. His sowing chaos is no different than anyone else's, at least you guys KNOW he is on the evil team. You'll all have to just assume that the dead folks are on team "good guys" because they are dead.
I'm all for changing the rule next round if people are taking issues with it, but that's a conversation for intermission, not mid round.
@Zeconte: Eh, not really without warning I said we'd have until 9PM UTC. I admit I normally do a warning that the deadline is approaching as well, but this weekend was stupid busy for me so didn't catch it until there was like 2-3 hours left.
I'm all for changing the rule next round if people are taking issues with it, but that's a conversation for intermission, not mid round.
@Zeconte: Eh, not really without warning I said we'd have until 9PM UTC. I admit I normally do a warning that the deadline is approaching as well, but this weekend was stupid busy for me so didn't catch it until there was like 2-3 hours left.
Reina "awoke" to the sound of muffled ticking. She looked around, unable to move anything properly but her eyes. She notices the remaining crew members, their body's seemed like they were covered in thick darkness. It seemed that confusion wasn't just clouding Reina's mind right now.
"Alright, FPLOON... Tell us the truth... Why are you the Cylon?" One voice asked in total distortion, probably to hide the fact that Reina might have talked with them beforehand...
"Fuh... ploon? Cy... lon?" Reina's head could not fathom the loaded question, pain soon following the more the question lingered within her mind.
"Don't you start playing dumb on us now!" another voice rang out, only its distortion seems more spectral. "We know how smart you really are!"
"Dude, stop! We did what you asked!" yet another distorted voice was heard, only it seemed dictated at the previous voice. "You can go now... We have this covered..."
"Fine, then!" The spectral voice began to trail off, muttering about finally doing the right thing before Reina couldn't hear it anymore.
"Now, we'll ask you again..." The first voice returned. "Why are you the Cylon?!"
Reina's confusion emulated through her response. "But, I'm not a Cylon! I'm human!!"
"LIES! LIES! ALL LIES!!" The same spectral voice could be heard from another part of the ship.
"Dude, shut up! We get it!" another spectral voice cried out, almost sounding defensive.
"But, I am telling the truth!" Reina pleaded. "I've always been telling the truth! What makes you think I would ever lie to any of you?"
"First off," a new voice appeared, this one feeling the most familiar and remorseful to Reina right now. "You're name's not Reina. It's FPLOON. Second off, both you and Armadox had a history together even before our last stop at Ragnar Station and it already seemed weird that you, of all people, rarely seemed to talk to him afterwards and even going so far as to claim that he was innocent this whole time. Third off, you were arguing with a ghost, for frack's sake! I mean, sure, some of us took his word on it without openly admitting to doing such a thing, but still... you argued with a ghost..." The voice paused as Reina assumed it was followed by a facepalmed sigh. "Anyway, fourth off, your lists were way too convenient to be a coincidence. Even I was having my doubts about that and I was almost in full agreement with your assessments beforehand. And finally, someone tip us off on a certain item that you seemed to be harboring that you weren't harboring before the stop at Ragnar Station."
Reina noticed the gun throw at her bind feet, her mind slowly piecing together the purpose of such a weapon at her disposal. "My gun..." She almost forget she had that on her this whole time.
"That's right, FPLOON..." the same voice replied. "Your gun... with just a single bullet left in its chamber. A bullet that, if I remember correctly, looks nothing like the bullets you usually have in your specific gun... Now, why is that, FPLOON?"
"I told you before... My name is Reina. You all know this! Why do you insist on calling me by a name that's not my own, for frack's sake!"
"Because that's you name! Or, at least, that should be you name... because, as far as this crew is concerned, there is no one by the name of 'Reina' in our crew..." Yet another voice emerged. Reina could feel the familiarity in the distortion, yet none of the remorse from the remorseful voice. "Now, you could answer why you're the Cylon, but I think I have some better questions than that... Like who are you? Why are you here? And what were you going to do with that gun of yours?"
Silence became the room as Reina's memory took her back to the time at Ragnar Station. FPLOON, the pervert that she was, wanted to see if there were any nude magazines of any kind she could get her hands on. Of course, she took her favorite gun she nickname "B.E.W.B.Z." with her just in case. Reina, the sixth Cylon, was nothing more than incomplete. "Fate", as most humans would call it, stepped in as Reina kills FPLOON and "steals" her identity. Reina was now complete, but something didn't feel right. The gun FPLOON had morphed into a new gun of a similar shape known to some as the Arbiter Gun, a gun specially made to kill one being at the cost of the handler's life. Reina did not know why FPLOON's gun would take this new form, at the time, but that didn't matter because Reina now had a new body to try out...
Reina made it back on the ship and spent the majority of the time flirting with the other crew members. Once Commander Demagogue alerted the crew that there was a Cylon on board, Reina thought the Commander was referring to her until more details were laid out before them. He wasn't referring to her specifically because the conclusion that lead to this speculation did not align with what she was doing at that particular time, which was hearing a familiar spectral voice coming from one of the nude magazines with the tagline "How Boku no Pico could change you life" on it. It was later revealed to Reina during one of her frustrations that it was FPLOON warning her to not use the Arbiter Gun just yet. She argued with the FPLOON specter that if she didn't, more innocent humans would die while the FPLOON specter told her to not do anything she'll regret because once she died, there would be no spectral home for her to come to.
So, Reina waited and planned her moves carefully. She concentrated her flirting on one of the crew members to see if that would lead to anywhere good after the one they nicknamed "The Spy" was the first to die and the one deemed "The Priest" caused his own execution or something. It didn't do her any good as the crew member she flirted with was killed with his entwined lover following suit. Afterwards, a sense of false emotions slowly changed her attitude towards those she wanted to assist in helping them catch the [other] Cylon. Some seem to side with her, even cautiously, while others, probably still in shock with the growing depressing developments, felt that something was off about FPLOON's non-Aerosteam-esque speculations. Were they too convenient of a "potential scapegoat" or was it something that the real FPLOON wouldn't dwell upon now that the Spy was no more than a floating specter? Reina wasn't sure as the pressure to keep up the optimistic attitude was slowly making her think irrationally.
24 hours before "waking up" in her current state and not long after arguing with the dead Priest, Reina stared at the Arbiter Gun she kept hidden in her [REDACTED] just like the many times she had before the incident in the Cargo hold, rethinking about who could she use this on before the [other] Cylon could get her. For a moment, she wish the Priest was both alive and not the Priest only to use the Arbiter Gun on him, yet even if she did do that, she would be no better than the [other] Cylon in this whole fraking situation. It seemed that no matter what option Reina could take, it would be the wrong one in some way, shape, or form. Some say the best course of action would be to do "nothing", so that's what she ended up choosing... which lead to her bound in a room, questioned by the crew, and said crew impatiently waiting for some answers...
"Hello? Are you even listening anymore?" The first voice from before repeated the question, only this time Reina was focusing on the series of questions the familiar-feeling, non-remorseful voice said earlier.
"My name is Reina, the sixth Cylon... I killed FPLOON and stole her identity to become a full Cylon only to find out that her gun morphed into the Arbiter Gun... I would have used that gun to take out the other Cylon without any more casualties on this ship... With that said, I'm not the Cylon that you are all looking for... and I was so close to taking care of the treat by myself, but it seems that my actions probably weren't as accurate to the action that the real FPLOON would have taken, thus making me the next target for your not-a-witch-hunt-based witch hunt... I understand, really I do... I may not be the Cylon you're looking for, but I am still a Cylon nonetheless..." Reina sighed and continued. "Just know that you have made a grave mistake..."
"We can manage without you, you Cylon..." the remorseful voice retorted.
"Fair enough... Can I just say one last thing before I say hello to the airlock?"
Before any of the remaining crew members could respond, the muffled ticking from before had stopped and the airlock door located behind Reina opened. As the pending suction expanded wider and wider, Reina finally noticed the two-way mirror that separated her from the rest of the crew. She could finally see the true expressions off their faces. Some had a sense of repentance almost in the same vain as the remorseful voice while others had a sense of vexation that Reina had not that long ago...
As she flew out of the airlock into the vacuum of space, the last thought that crossed Reina's mind before the pressures of space consumed her full body was that if she really was the real FPLOON, she would have never forgiven the ones that either agreed with the dead Priest's assumptions or wanted this execution to happen in the first place...
"Alright, FPLOON... Tell us the truth... Why are you the Cylon?" One voice asked in total distortion, probably to hide the fact that Reina might have talked with them beforehand...
"Fuh... ploon? Cy... lon?" Reina's head could not fathom the loaded question, pain soon following the more the question lingered within her mind.
"Don't you start playing dumb on us now!" another voice rang out, only its distortion seems more spectral. "We know how smart you really are!"
"Dude, stop! We did what you asked!" yet another distorted voice was heard, only it seemed dictated at the previous voice. "You can go now... We have this covered..."
"Fine, then!" The spectral voice began to trail off, muttering about finally doing the right thing before Reina couldn't hear it anymore.
"Now, we'll ask you again..." The first voice returned. "Why are you the Cylon?!"
Reina's confusion emulated through her response. "But, I'm not a Cylon! I'm human!!"
"LIES! LIES! ALL LIES!!" The same spectral voice could be heard from another part of the ship.
"Dude, shut up! We get it!" another spectral voice cried out, almost sounding defensive.
"But, I am telling the truth!" Reina pleaded. "I've always been telling the truth! What makes you think I would ever lie to any of you?"
"First off," a new voice appeared, this one feeling the most familiar and remorseful to Reina right now. "You're name's not Reina. It's FPLOON. Second off, both you and Armadox had a history together even before our last stop at Ragnar Station and it already seemed weird that you, of all people, rarely seemed to talk to him afterwards and even going so far as to claim that he was innocent this whole time. Third off, you were arguing with a ghost, for frack's sake! I mean, sure, some of us took his word on it without openly admitting to doing such a thing, but still... you argued with a ghost..." The voice paused as Reina assumed it was followed by a facepalmed sigh. "Anyway, fourth off, your lists were way too convenient to be a coincidence. Even I was having my doubts about that and I was almost in full agreement with your assessments beforehand. And finally, someone tip us off on a certain item that you seemed to be harboring that you weren't harboring before the stop at Ragnar Station."
Reina noticed the gun throw at her bind feet, her mind slowly piecing together the purpose of such a weapon at her disposal. "My gun..." She almost forget she had that on her this whole time.
"That's right, FPLOON..." the same voice replied. "Your gun... with just a single bullet left in its chamber. A bullet that, if I remember correctly, looks nothing like the bullets you usually have in your specific gun... Now, why is that, FPLOON?"
"I told you before... My name is Reina. You all know this! Why do you insist on calling me by a name that's not my own, for frack's sake!"
"Because that's you name! Or, at least, that should be you name... because, as far as this crew is concerned, there is no one by the name of 'Reina' in our crew..." Yet another voice emerged. Reina could feel the familiarity in the distortion, yet none of the remorse from the remorseful voice. "Now, you could answer why you're the Cylon, but I think I have some better questions than that... Like who are you? Why are you here? And what were you going to do with that gun of yours?"
Silence became the room as Reina's memory took her back to the time at Ragnar Station. FPLOON, the pervert that she was, wanted to see if there were any nude magazines of any kind she could get her hands on. Of course, she took her favorite gun she nickname "B.E.W.B.Z." with her just in case. Reina, the sixth Cylon, was nothing more than incomplete. "Fate", as most humans would call it, stepped in as Reina kills FPLOON and "steals" her identity. Reina was now complete, but something didn't feel right. The gun FPLOON had morphed into a new gun of a similar shape known to some as the Arbiter Gun, a gun specially made to kill one being at the cost of the handler's life. Reina did not know why FPLOON's gun would take this new form, at the time, but that didn't matter because Reina now had a new body to try out...
Reina made it back on the ship and spent the majority of the time flirting with the other crew members. Once Commander Demagogue alerted the crew that there was a Cylon on board, Reina thought the Commander was referring to her until more details were laid out before them. He wasn't referring to her specifically because the conclusion that lead to this speculation did not align with what she was doing at that particular time, which was hearing a familiar spectral voice coming from one of the nude magazines with the tagline "How Boku no Pico could change you life" on it. It was later revealed to Reina during one of her frustrations that it was FPLOON warning her to not use the Arbiter Gun just yet. She argued with the FPLOON specter that if she didn't, more innocent humans would die while the FPLOON specter told her to not do anything she'll regret because once she died, there would be no spectral home for her to come to.
So, Reina waited and planned her moves carefully. She concentrated her flirting on one of the crew members to see if that would lead to anywhere good after the one they nicknamed "The Spy" was the first to die and the one deemed "The Priest" caused his own execution or something. It didn't do her any good as the crew member she flirted with was killed with his entwined lover following suit. Afterwards, a sense of false emotions slowly changed her attitude towards those she wanted to assist in helping them catch the [other] Cylon. Some seem to side with her, even cautiously, while others, probably still in shock with the growing depressing developments, felt that something was off about FPLOON's non-Aerosteam-esque speculations. Were they too convenient of a "potential scapegoat" or was it something that the real FPLOON wouldn't dwell upon now that the Spy was no more than a floating specter? Reina wasn't sure as the pressure to keep up the optimistic attitude was slowly making her think irrationally.
24 hours before "waking up" in her current state and not long after arguing with the dead Priest, Reina stared at the Arbiter Gun she kept hidden in her [REDACTED] just like the many times she had before the incident in the Cargo hold, rethinking about who could she use this on before the [other] Cylon could get her. For a moment, she wish the Priest was both alive and not the Priest only to use the Arbiter Gun on him, yet even if she did do that, she would be no better than the [other] Cylon in this whole fraking situation. It seemed that no matter what option Reina could take, it would be the wrong one in some way, shape, or form. Some say the best course of action would be to do "nothing", so that's what she ended up choosing... which lead to her bound in a room, questioned by the crew, and said crew impatiently waiting for some answers...
"Hello? Are you even listening anymore?" The first voice from before repeated the question, only this time Reina was focusing on the series of questions the familiar-feeling, non-remorseful voice said earlier.
"My name is Reina, the sixth Cylon... I killed FPLOON and stole her identity to become a full Cylon only to find out that her gun morphed into the Arbiter Gun... I would have used that gun to take out the other Cylon without any more casualties on this ship... With that said, I'm not the Cylon that you are all looking for... and I was so close to taking care of the treat by myself, but it seems that my actions probably weren't as accurate to the action that the real FPLOON would have taken, thus making me the next target for your not-a-witch-hunt-based witch hunt... I understand, really I do... I may not be the Cylon you're looking for, but I am still a Cylon nonetheless..." Reina sighed and continued. "Just know that you have made a grave mistake..."
"We can manage without you, you Cylon..." the remorseful voice retorted.
"Fair enough... Can I just say one last thing before I say hello to the airlock?"
Before any of the remaining crew members could respond, the muffled ticking from before had stopped and the airlock door located behind Reina opened. As the pending suction expanded wider and wider, Reina finally noticed the two-way mirror that separated her from the rest of the crew. She could finally see the true expressions off their faces. Some had a sense of repentance almost in the same vain as the remorseful voice while others had a sense of vexation that Reina had not that long ago...
As she flew out of the airlock into the vacuum of space, the last thought that crossed Reina's mind before the pressures of space consumed her full body was that if she really was the real FPLOON, she would have never forgiven the ones that either agreed with the dead Priest's assumptions or wanted this execution to happen in the first place...
[HEADING=1]FPLOON, The Arbiter, has been released out the airlock.[/HEADING]
[HEADING=3] Upon review of the votes, it appears the trickster has tampered with votes again. Removing one from Aerosteam, and adding two to FPLOON[/HEADING]
[HEADING=1]New Cycle begins, and the Cylon can make with the killing[/HEADING]
[HEADING=3] Upon review of the votes, it appears the trickster has tampered with votes again. Removing one from Aerosteam, and adding two to FPLOON[/HEADING]
[HEADING=1]New Cycle begins, and the Cylon can make with the killing[/HEADING]
I was well aware of that. I spoke of this because it was brought up, not because of any particular person. Like I said, the rules at this moment are as they are and everyone can and should make as much use of them as they like so I don't blame Armadox, SR, Hippo, Crimson or anyone else for playing the game the way we agreed to play it. This was merely a suggestion for future rounds.Demagogue said:
Very well.Demagogue said:
Damn it guys, this is just what we were NOT meant to do.
So what was it that made you execute him this time? The two lists? The arguing? Good ol' gut instinct? The last one has failed me before...
So are the Trickster and the Killer the only roles left now?
So what was it that made you execute him this time? The two lists? The arguing? Good ol' gut instinct? The last one has failed me before...
So are the Trickster and the Killer the only roles left now?
Since Aerosteam was asking in chat about it, and I'm not sure everyone is in the usergroup:
No one is close to hitting the 'inactive' player rule that would boot someone. The closest was DoPo, which is probably part of why he stepped back last round. No one else has missed more than one vote.
No one is close to hitting the 'inactive' player rule that would boot someone. The closest was DoPo, which is probably part of why he stepped back last round. No one else has missed more than one vote.
So this means ALL somewhat inactive players have actually been paying attention to the game. So yes, it's entirely possible altnameJag, Fractral, Headsprouter, kingofkumquats or snekadid hasn't been posting very often to stay out of everyone's radars.
@Aerostream: I have not, in fact been paying attention. I was away for a little over a week or so. So, from what I gather, Armadox, a dead lawyer, is causing confusion, as per usual, there's some sort of trouble with two suspect lists, and anyone useful is dead. Is there anything else I should know, or am I up to speed?
@kumquat: Pretty much, aside from the two suspect list - it's useless. One thing for you though, if you were on vacation for the duration of most of the game so far, how were you able to vote? And when did you exactly leave the country?
Then again, even those lists aren't good for you. I mean, really, I wonder why FPLOON didn't blow me up, he did have me dead to rights. But, I couldn't have any loose ends, and apparently enough people listened to me when I called "her" out. So, now.. Where do you go from here Aerosteam? Where can you go?Aerosteam said:
*checks his fingernails* Egh, say what you want. The arbiter is dead, there is no dues ex machina. The machines have won. You know that already though, robot. Nice time to change your avatar to hide now, right? And I remember some people mentioning avatars when they where discussing which "she" too. They play a big part of the game it seems..Aerosteam said: