When a clone's just execution has been ordered by Friend Computer, it typically involves a swift, painless disintegration that just leaves some sweeping up. ...however when an clone is murdered by some cowardly Commie Mutant Traitor, they're not nice enough to clean up the mess they leave behind. I...

Empath, with you around, I feel that my happiness pills are not necessary. They are however mandatory so I will continue taking them.

Seems we have a large number of commie mutant traitors. I assume nobody got any messages in the previous night-cycle? I didn't. I slept well because of this.

That it is!

Okay, let's keep this going.

Cherry Tree High Comedy Club.

How the hell did I know that?

Gex: Enter the Gecko?

Jamfalcon wrote:Yep, it's the original (also known as the vastly superior one).

*hissssss*

Both are still good games but the original being better? *HISSSSSS*

Friend Computer, how much time is left in the current day-cycle?

I just read that whole thread of Eikoandmog's game. Looks interesting, but confusing. Also, I'm pretty sure being red/green color-blind is going to be a problem if I play one of these games. Also, idea: Star Trek mafia game. Starfleet vs. Changelings. If I end up as the GM, it won't be for a while,...

JackSlack wrote:

EikoandMog wrote:Preacher, you should not be concerned over The Computer's use of math. Being concerned over The Computer's actions is traitorous.

THE CORRECT WORD IS TREASONOUS.

GOOD GRAMMAR IS DESIRABLE.

(Both are acceptable :p)

Preacher, you should not be concerned over The Computer's use of math. Being concerned over The Computer's actions is traitorous.

Good day-cycle everyone and oh, are we accusing someone? Perhaps my IR meds are still wearing off but that seems like a fun time to share with friends. Such aggression shouldn't be tolerated, we agree? Target:empath

Ptangmatik wrote:I find myself intrigued by the prospect. Sign me up oh glorious friend computer, that I should do thy bidding amongst my fellow petty mortals!



(Over the top?)

Romantic! He's in a secret society!

[ Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I will be there, Friend Computer. Oh, I'm late on my IR meds. HELLO THERE, FRIEND TROUBLESHOOTER. YOU WILL FIND YOUR MEDS SUPPLIED IN THE LOCKER DESIGNATED BY YOUR PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION NUMBER. THAT THEY ARE A DIFFERENT COLOUR, SHAPE AND BRAND NAME. THEY CONTAIN THE SAME...

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

I will be there, Friend Computer. Oh, I'm late on my IR meds.

Most of the time that finger pointed was from JackSlack and he was an investigator for whom we had no reason to disbelieve.

Yay yay! We made it! I thought it was a fun game. The races and story made it interesting. I like this style of game where there is a lot of deduction going on. I thought it was pretty well balanced because even though we ended up with a lot of information at the end, it could have easily gone the ...

(Oh whoops. Didn't refresh before I posted so I didn't see the day change.)

Eiko and Mog look to each other and bow gracefully to jamfalcon.
Mog: Gracious in defeat, hmm?
Eiko: Nothing to do but Vote: Jamfalcon
Mog: At least we can live long enough to get our fourth tail.

Eiko yawns and steps out of the room as always. Mog offers her a cup.

Mog: Looks like that hunch was right on the money.
Eiko: So... it is Jamfalcon?
Mog: Seems like it.

Eiko: Even with warning we're irresistible.
Mog: Yep. It's very clear that this is ending very soon
Eiko: And not a moment too soon in my opinion. We Vote: Dutch guy

Eiko wake up late once more and Mog once again fills her in. Eiko: Huh, someone died? So... we were of the mark again? Mog: Yeah... We can say that Tapir12 isn't our killer either. I suspect there's only one more left and we tried to keep them distracted. We follow JackSlack's logic but... perhaps w...

Eiko: That was... dramatic.
Mog: No other option, however. We Vote: iamafish
Eiko: And before anyone asks, we didn't get any new leads last night.

Eiko: We also Vote for Elvor
Mog: We'll try and get our own information this time as well but our ability is a bit limited.

Mog: Or perhaps you're afraid it's your head on the chopping block and want to get rid of one more person who could stop you.