yeah, that "I'll be voting xy tomorrow" should've rang some bells, but with like 7 of the last 8 players not focussing on splinter, what can I do (it's not like I had any clue, everyone was scum in my books)
Post by Hyperactivity on Aug 28, 2016 11:05:30 GMT -8
Soooo, I'm not going to spoil the ending, but I'll start going through the flavor, explaining everything
When I first agreed to host the next mini game, I had 0 idea of what to do for flavor. I first thought I'd just give you guys really simple day starts and ends, but then it hit me. This game was originally going to be in the same thread as mini, and everything would be really similar, ripping stuff off. So why not copy flavor?
The opening post would be from season 1's opening. Day 1 from season 2. Etc. I at some point was going to call this copycat mafia, but that sort of gave off a costume feel too. That's important, because the way the flavor evolved was because a part of me wanted all this flavor to be more about visiting and taking part in the new flavor, not necessarily just putting new flavor in there.
Yeah, alot of this flavor evolved from me just stringing the story along, 0 idea of where I was always going, and then going back and seeing stuff I noticed, and then bringing that back, etc. etc.
(you should totally read this thread in GAF Dark Theme, makes it more atmospheric)
Woo-hoo! I'm proud to present the inaugural GAF Mafia Competition! I, Hyper, will be acting as your moderator, and would like to warmly welcome you to the beautiful island of Sicily. The island's wonderful and fertile soils lead to it being a cornerstone of Mediterranean culture; a prized possession of the Roman Empire and a proud kingdom in the medieval ages. The weather varies between merely beautiful and outright gorgeous, sunny days looking over the deep blue waters. The nightlife is superb, with some of the greatest clubs you can encounter in all of Italy. Your hotel is quite lovely as well - plushy pillows in enormous beds, staff who wait on you hand and foot, a luxurious swimming pool to laze around in. There's only one problem:
The severed head of one of your fellow tourists, lying neatly on his lap, propped up in the atrium, and a note nailed to his forehead.
"The Cosa Nostra have decided that the owner of your fine hotel has failed to pay his dues, and each night he must be reminded of this failure. We shall kill you, one by one, until nothing remains but the honour of our family. The phone lines are cut, the roads are blocked: you must simply accept your fate.
You weren't sure who made the suggestion, but from among the other tourists a consensus emerged: if the roads were blocked, the Mafiosi must be hiding amongst you. Clearly, if each day, the tourists took the solemn decision of killing one of your number, then awoke the next day with no further deaths, then this terror would be over. Your heart set, but fear burning in your stomach, you nod, and discussions over who will be first begin. You can only hope that you survive this experience. After all, one should never go in against a Sicilian...
Cause why not just use your own work from the past...
A sunny new day begins in your new village - Devillage Ass might be one of the dankest-sounding mailing addresses you've ever asked your relatives to put to paper, but the warm breeze outside is anything but foul.
Speaking of brown notes, you found a letter in your mailbox -
You look to the side and see an adorable kitty standing with the light shining on it. Suddenly, another, uglier and flat-faced tabby comes up, and begins to kill the cat.
That's right folks, everyone please welcome your fellow townie and neighbor, Gorlak the INNOCENT CHILD
You've heard of the Happy Home Academy before - they're sort of like Baby's First Big Brother (wait, what does that even mean...?). Not exactly local government, not exactly a friendly face - they spy on the community and make people leave in the name of "a perfect place to live, free of all who would peek", but who were they, anyway?
You start to wonder if it might be better to find out who they are - and maybe invite them in for some tacos.
It mentions a homeless cat. I had to announce Gorlak was an innocent town. I looked at his adorable avatar. Suddeny, I understood. At first, Gorlak was going to be that kitty with the spotlight, but then I realized that was boring, so had a larger older cat go and kill the kitty. THAT'S THE INNOCENT TOWN GUYS.
I also didn't know wtf Baby's First Big Brother was supposed to mean.
The villagers gathered together, ready to leave as their train whistled to a stop. They decided that this trip had not been worth it. Between the Sicilian Mafia and the Happy Home Academy, everyone realized that outsiders were NOT welcome.
Something something train boarding, suddenly train flies off rails and goes up into space, while in space ticket inspector comes, is an Empire official, suddenly empire soldiers flood the train.
No option reached a majority. At the deadline, Giant Panda, the Ordinary Rebel had a plurality of the votes, and was therefore detained.
As he was being detained and led into the Tatooine wastes, Giant Panda could be heard muttering. Unfortunately, no one could really hear him.
Night 1 had begun. Night 1 will end on Sunday 21st August at approximately 6:00 PM EDT
I had earlier stolen this line from Animal Crossing's vote counts
Clock bells echo in the distance
So, back to sort of my idea of how this game would work. When I started day 1, I sort of had this cool idea. Basically, all the vote counts, flavor for that day, would resemble the new place the players were in. Imagine if we just had costume party after costume party, with the theming being different each time.
But what to do about the day end flavor? After all, that was pretty good too. So I decided I sorta had to mix things.
Keeping with the animal crossing flavor, one of my later vote counts had an original piece of flavor:
The villagers begin to prepare the fire as their train approaches in the distance
The way this needed to work, you guys needed to do your lynching, and then leave. So you prepare a fire as a last thing you do sort of thing, before you leave the town. Of course, in animal crossing, the train is how you enter and exit the town.
So how to get to Star Wars Mafia flavor? Well, I needed to stay on the train, after all, I had set-up the train as being the way you guys would leave. Plus, only one of you guys could be an actual rebel, because Star Wars Mafia would only show up this one time. So I had the train go into space. I imagined it being like when you're asked for your ticket on the train - Giant Panda wasn't expecting it, and doesn't have his ticket, or it reveals his connection to rebels, etc. So an issue starts, and empire soldiers swing in, breaking glass and stuff. I was tempted to write a shootout, but meh.
The muttering stuff is from star wars mafia.
Looking back, the canon can basically dictate that Giant Panda would've been in trouble for his ties to the Brotherhood of Bears thing, and that he was cursing the players/empire for that. Whatever, I can go back and make things into plot points, the entire game has been full of that sort of stuff
So that's all the season 1 and season 2 games taken care of!
The villagers sleep on, groggy after the experience of escaping the Earth's atmosphere last night. In the background, a distinct grizzly bear shape carries the final body into the classroom, looks at his partner-in-crime, and nods. They both speak:
The grizzly drops the body onto the floor and leaves, locking the door on the way out.
Good morning! There are now 24 hours before the end of the day phase.
DING DONG DING DONG
You awaken to the sound of school bells and a cursed bear bidding you good morning. Not knowing what to expect from today, you shuffle around half-awake and trying to get dressed, expecting to be find the train parked at whatever hellish place you would be visiting today. However, while you couldn’t quite place it, something felt weird, disconcerting… As you begin to exit your car, you hear it.
A strange bear appears on your television set, commanding your attention with an absurd exclamation. “Bing bong bing bong. QUACK QUACK QUACK. A body has been discovered! Following a brief period of investigation, we will commence our school trial!”
Rushing out your door, you search for the group of gathering fellow travelers in front of a dorm room. For some reason they're all dressed like school children. In fact, you yourself seem to be wearing your favorite clothes from your high school years- [put whatever you old geezers wore in the 70s or 80s, idk]. You slow down as you move closer. Entering the room, a hint of iron touches your nostrils. As you move deeper in, you realize why.
batsnacks lay across his bed, throat slashed open, the sheets still moist from the blood. Kawl lay draped over him, with a bloody knife barely out of his grasp. You felt your body crumble under its own weight, yet somehow you kept yourself from falling. How could your life have turn into this?
The students made their way back to the courtroom for the day’s deliberations.
Welcome to Despair Academy, batsnacks!
You are an Ordinary Student!
You are aligned with Hope. You win when only Hope-aligned players remain.
You do not remember your classmates, but clues lead you to believe that you perhaps knew them in another life. Something about trains in space seems to flash in your mind
Oh, you’re just ordinary. You might have a super high-school level ability, but it’s probably something useless and not worth mentioning anyway, like fishing. Your only power is the ability to vote. Kinda lame, I know. But hey, you can do a lot with that power! But so can everyone else in the game… sorry. Just, uh, do your best.
Feel free to PM me any questions about your role.
Welcome to Despair Academy, Kawl!!
You are the Super High-School Level Imposter (GODFATHER)!
You are aligned with Despair. You win when the Despair-aligned students obtain a majority or nothing can prevent this from occurring.
You do not remember all of your classmates, but you remember your allies and your mission: to escape this school by whatever means necessary.
Your disguises are perfect, indistinguishable from the real person. As a result, you got into Hope’s Peak Academy under the guise of being a normal Super High-School Level student. If investigated, you will show up as NOT GUILTY
Feel free to PM me any questions about your role.
As a Remnant of Despair, you and your allies will discuss what action to carry out at night. Once per night, you can choose a player to target for murder, then one of your members to carry out the murder. The player assigned to carry out the murder needs to PM me with the command KILL: <player name>. Barring interference from other roles, that player will be murdered and the circumstances of the murder will be announced at the beginning of the following day phase.
Before any deliberations can begin, however, Salvapot slams his hands down on the podium, grabbing everyone’s attention. He violently points at Steve, Ourobolus, Gorlak, Timeaisis, Fireblend, *Splinter, Melonrabbit, Zippedpinhead, and Lone_Prodigy.
“I know you all are Despair. Let’s hear you guys admit it!,” he yelled.
Salvapot has challenged everyone to a Bullet Time Battle. For this Day Phase, players can only vote for any person they want to.
Ok there's a lot to do here. So the first piece of flavor was original. I needed to bring the group to Monokuma's high school layer and stuff. When I realized Giant Panda was lynched yesterday, I looked back to see if we had any other "bear" players. No? Perfect. So the grizzly bear is Burbeting, the bear of love (this began when he hosted Love Boat Mafia, and modded the game as a bear. The burb is a bear thing is still a thing). Burb's friendlier nature is why he doesn't conduct the cruel part of this day, that's QUACK's job. Burb just brings the body to the area and locks the exit.
Ding dong ding dong comes from Dangaropa. Tbh, I quiet like it, for some reason it puts me in the mood of Dangaropa's flavor, reminds you you're in a game, please wake up. I think it's just that I can imagine that sound really well. Of course, because you guys were last in a train, not in a dorm, you would have to exit from a train car. After the bing-bong statement, I added my own thing here - QUACK QUACK QUACK. The moderator of Dangaropa was LaunchpadMcQ, and at some point someone made the Q into Quack (like it's supposed to be iirc?). From there, I basically made it into a really annoying joke, where whenever I referred to Launch, I called him LaunchpadMcQUACKQUACKQUACKQUACKUQUACK. When Launch and I co-modded GAFIA 1, I made my avatar into a duck. Over time, because typig that is boring and sorta exhausting, I just sorta affectionately nicknamed Launch QUACK, and reduced the number of QUACKs to 3. So yeah, whenever you see the character of QUACK in the flavor, that's LaunchpadMcQ.
Of course, you guys are students, you were tourists, so I had to make it such that Burb and Launch made you guys dress as high school students. I call you all old geezers because all of you are old geezers. In the OG flavor, only one ordinary was NK'ed, but here, I have Kawl draped over batsnacks' body, with the knife barely out of reach, to hint that he was mafia
Now, the Salvapot useless bullet-time battle. The truth is, I tried to line up alot of the flavor with my favorite flavor from certain games, if I had an option between games that ran simultaneously. Both dangaropa's day 2 opener and cthulhu's day 2 closer were things I HAD to use. In dangaropa, a certain player, kgtrep, used a power that forced everyone to vote on one of himself or another player, the chosen player being Crab, our first community leader. Due to Crab's intimidation factor (abrasiveness at times, calling people chucklefucks, which is sorta a compliment from him, stuff like that, obviously waaayy more of a veteran player), it quickly became a joke that Crab was the falseHopeleader of dangaropa. Kgtrep got REALLY into the game, actually going further than the rules allowed, analyzing and graphing when Crab was actually online vs his frequency of posts, pointing out that it sometimes seemed Crab was reading the game but not posting, etc. etc. Source of his suspicion was that crab led the bandwagon into lynching a member of town. Anyways, the entire thing was really ridiculous.
Of course, I had no such mechanic, but that was the best part of dangaropa day 2! So basically had the new guy, Salvapot (because of the whole new people are unfamiliar of previous bonds, suspicious of stuff) to declare that every single member of the town had to have scum in them. Thus, he challenges all of them to a bullet-time battle, which means that he really just lets the game go on as normal, because everyone named is a suspect.
The students decided to do a beach day episode or some shit like that that happens in anime. In any case, you're all tourists now, and decide to play QUACK's game and execute someone on the beach tonight
The tourists surrounded Timeaisis, torches held high. Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp stepped forward, determined to unmask the menace that gripped the people in a fog of delusion and puzzles.
"Now, Time...show us who you really are!" Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp grabbed Timeaisis by the hair and jerked harshly. The visage that everyone had come to know as Timeaisis gave way, the mask stripped deftly from his head.
What was underneath was inconceivable...ineffable, even. A thousand horrors couldn't describe the features that now anointed his face. Hupper gasped, saying, "Ah-ha! I knew you were trouble when you walked in."
Timeaisis cackled. "Don't you understand? You can't defeat me! I CREATED YOU. I CAN DESTROY YOU. I AM THE ORIGINAL VIGILANTE"
Time continued, INITIATE_SEQUENCE FACTOR_OVERRIDE see.add for 6 AND 500 AND 504 AND 505 TRIANGLE PROTOCOL UPDATED, CONFIRM TRUE
Hepper curled into a ball, crying. "Please, please make him stop! I can't do this shit anymore!"
Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp put on a brave face, thinking quietly to himself, for the first time in what felt like forever to anyone watching. Finally he spoke. "There has to be more than this." He grabbed Time's head once more and tugged. Again, a mask gave way.
"...are you fucking kidding me?"
The face of a young girl, twisted in a maniacal smile now replaced the utter madness. Time winked at Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp. "You see now? I'm innocent! I accidentally ate some weird mushroom in the woods and now I'm stuck here on this stupid island! I miss my brother, who's totally shorter than me and not at all as brilliant!"
Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp tried to make sense of all of this. He paced back and forth, contemplating, until he shouted, "TO THE THESIS CHAMBER!" The tourists looked on as Hp-Hu-Hy-He-Hpp dashed across the beach in his flip-flops, mumbling something about word counts and societal expectations.
Time screamed in horror. "NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! LOOK, I'LL SHOW YOU MY TRUE FORM!" He tore off one more mask, revealing a young man, doomed with the face of one who looked to have been sucking on lemons for years on end.
"Bask in my glory, people. It is I, H.P.P.P.E.R! Please, I just want to leave this place. I've written about countless horrors, mafia bosses, deranged child murderers, even a brotherhood of vengeful bears, and I never once imagined I would once be subject to the insanity of my creations!"
Hyper laughed, causing the rest of the tourists to gaze, confused, in his direction.
"I knew it was you, H.P.P.P.E.R. And now, it's time for you to go. Hpper! Do that voodoo that you do!"
Hpper raised a talisman to the heavens, and a large crack echoed across the island as seven spirits emanated from it and rushed towards H.P.P.P.E.R. They pelted him mercilessly, crushing his bones and flesh until there was nothing left but a mound of an unrecognizable Hyperactive.
"And with that, tourists. I must bid you adieu. Roy, to me!" Hyper raced across the beach as a giant, fluffy owldragon descended from the sky, picking Hyper up and tossing him onto his back. He was free from the madness
The tourists watched in despair as Hyper flew away, free from the insanity that beseiged them.
You are H.P.P.P.E.R.
You are aligned with nobody.
Somehow you ended up as a protagonist in one of your own stories. Things are not looking great on this accursed island and you’d like nothing more than to leave it. The magic of the cultists seems to be the reason you are trapped here. Getting rid of some of them, even all of them, may be enough to free yourself.
Every night, you may ERASE one of the characters of your story
You have an option before you. EITHER: 1) The cultists will have a hard time sacrificing you. The Old Ones are your creation after all.
2) You can feel that someone else on this island may be after you. You may make yourself immune to such a person
You win when your outlast your creations and the den of horrors this game created
Hyperactivity didn't win anything
He fucked up as mod
LUCKILY, you, Hyper Happer Active, HAVE won the game. You ESCAPED!
You are aligned with nobody.
This place does not look like Hogwarts. How did you end up here? The last thing you can remember before you found yourself on this island was taking a look at the last 2500 posts across 10 Mafia games by some H.P.P.P.E.R.
Somehow you know that this H.P.P.P.E.R guy is on this island.
From what you can tell your only way out of this nightmare is to get rid of H.P.P.P.E.R. This should allow you to go home to your living room where hopefully some hot cocoa is still waiting for you.
Should H.P.P.P.E.R be lynched, you shall be free from the prison of these never ending votes and reads lists.
You still possess the magical amulet AURYN. Its powers allow you to be completely invulnerable, with access to all the knowledge of the game.
You can try to find H.P.P.P.E.R during the night phase. To do so, roll a set of 7 die to possibly get a series of coincidences that work out perfectly for you.
You win when H.P.P.P.E.R is lynched during the day phase. You have to lynch him before you break.
Ok, so when I was doing sign-ups, it took a loooong time to fill up the game. When I was waiting for my game forever, I basically just put different versions of my username in as signed up players. Hyper was the shortened nickname I typically go by, and actually the inspiration for my username. Hyperactivity was the full version. Hpper came from me being bored in Town of Salem alot, and I screwed around, givign a shortened version, but gradually, I started to like it and made it into another main nickname. Hupper was the first version of Hpper, when Hyper was taken on something I was trying to come up with something. I ended up finding it pretty funny, sort of envisioned a really jolly fat dude with the name. Hyperactive I never liked, I had to come up with it for character limits, and it doesn't flow well. Hepper was sort of a joke XD. Hppper started when someone was copying Hpper on ToS, ended up sorta liking but also disliking the 3 ps.
So I had to get the high school students to the beach/tropical island of cthulhu, hence beach day episode of an anime. Hey, it worked. Of course, the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo replacement was based on a mix of all of my usernames, barring the actual mod one. Who is that? Well, Cthulhu had a power that could erase a player and the user from the game, so a certain town leader was erased, hence the name. Time has been the serial killer, and the day had ended with multiple vigilante claims, so the idea of him having multiple masks, as if he had multiple claims, worked well.
In the original flavor, Blargonaut, resident God of mafia, brought the cthulhu mafia group and all of gafia for one of the greatest rides we had ever been on. No seriously, read cthuhu day 2, it's required reading for gafia if ou haven't read through it yet.
Timeaisis of course mentions he was the original vigilante, because that was his claim. At the same time, it's not necessarily wrong, as the idea that the serial killer was really just a crazed vigilante seemed to work well there. Hupper replaces Never Forever in quoting the Taylor Swift lyrics because based on the characterizations, Hupper seemed most likely to make a joke like that. Hepper is the one that begs for it all to stop because he was semi-insane/strange, idea was that Time sorta caused him to snap a little.
So why do I keep referring to Timeaisis as Time? Because the original flavor referred to Blargonaut as Blarg. In the OG flavor, Blarg turns out to be H.P. Lovecraft. When I got this, I realized what had just happened. In my first version of this, I just made him into H.P.P.E.R, but I realized my characterizations of each of the Hypers made hppper the annoying whiny freaking out one. Tbh, up until I got to H.P. Lovecraft, the flavor had more players in it, but me taking hp lovecraft to hpper to hppper was what made me realize and change it all.
Of course, Hppper was a member of the Hyper group, AKA was a mod, thus he was a writer of the game's flavor, hence his reference to being subject to his own torture.
I then looked at the remaining members of Hyper group that I could make into the early winner. Couldn't be Hyperactive, he's trash. Hence Hyper does it. As for why Falkor becomes Roy, I was thinking winged fluffy creature, and Roy ever since Harry Potter mafia, when we were part of the GOAT scum group together, took up the persona of an owl, so Hyper calls Roy and flies off. Hppper as a personality is banished. Calling you guys tourists is still accurate.
Timeaisis's edited role PM worked decently well. In Cthulhu, Blarg needed to survive and help town lynch 3 mafia, and had a 1 shot bulletproof, and Matt Attack could check every night to see if that person was HP Lovecraft and lynch him. This time around, Time either can get bulletproof, or can take investigation proof, which he may or may not have access to. Erasing characters from a storybook also works as a killing method.
I was super late on this flavor, and Hyperactivity, the main mod, didn't win, but Hyper did. Hyper was in Harry Potter mafia, hence Hogwarts, and as mod knows about the game and is invulnerable. That day broke me in terms of keeping up with vote counts, hence why Hyper would want to escape from it. The 7 die are a reference to the 7 numbers I drew to determine this game's setup.
So yeah, HP Lovecraft is responsible for the mod becoming a bigger part of the story, so I guess you guys can thank Ourobolus and Zatoth for that.
High school and the beach has clearly been a mistake. Even vacations seemed like a bad idea. Dejected and sad, the group decided to fold and go home to their regular jobs.
But nothing was ever that simple. Hyper may have as absorbed them, and H.P.P.P.E.R may be vanished, but Hyperactivity and Hpper have promised to remain. They ARE your guides.
Everyone started the next morning going to their regular office workspaces, but they as they piled into the hidden elevator at the office, a chill ran down their spines. Something was...off.
The elevator ground to halt at the top floor, and the ding of the arrival gave way to the grinding open of the doors, and then...chaos.
Giant Panda screamed. Roy screamed. YNNNY screamed.
Burbeting lay on the floor, garbed in his safari gear for some odd reason, as if someone wasn't very good with graphics and had to make do with whatever shit he found on the internet. A bullet wound in his chest had leaked blood all over his clothing and the floor, now dried from being out in the air for several hours. Near the wound, a note could be found, still readable and stuff:
"Great. Blood on my carpet. Burb couldn't have even had the decency to die on the tile in the kitchen. You'd think out of all the people here he'd at least understand that red clashes with the decor!" Ourobolus sighed, and took a drink. "At least it can't get any worse."
"Uh, mother, you may want to come take a look at this." Timeaisia called from the control room.
"Oh for heaven's sake!" "Yeah, it's even like they used earlier footage for this." "Dammit, can't you people even protect any of the ORDINARIES? Or is that too much to ask?
Ourobolus rubbed her brow. "Now, I'm going into my office to relax and try to forget that I'm surrounded by morons. You all need to get your shit together and find these KGB!"
It seems the group will be stuck working as spies in this game...
I had sort of planned that I would open up the game saying Hyper had abandoned you guys, but Hpper and Hyperactivity were still there. Basically, game canon made that group of 3 the main ones responsible for modding.
So you guys were tourists, and then going home. There had never been a transition really from Sicily to Devillage Ass, so Devillage Ass would have to be a sicillian town. Because archer had a more office set-up, you guys all had office jobs, were home, wanted a normal day. I had random people scream there. Burb was still dead, because for the longest time Burbeting found himself dead by day 3 in every game he entered, starting with Archer, and I had made him appear in the flavor, so he had to die. Of course, as expert love grizzly bear, that flavor remains. His alignment with the brotherhood of bears from earlier made me make the switch from (the agency, not the terrorist organization) to (the terrorist organization). I also kept burb in because taking away the flavor seemed sorta wrong here.
Onto Zippedpinhead's death. In archer, this was the back-up doctor, and the line about protecting ordinaries had to do with doctors. Of course, with the game having so many ordinaries, and this being the 3rd ordinary that died, rather than being the second version of that role, Zippedpinhead was ordinary #3. Ourobolus takes Mallory's position because he did a really great job taking her spot, with many of the players in Archer saying they were having a hard time not reading Malory's quotes in her voice, even when Ouro posted in the thread more normally.
Also, the fact that I accidentally made Timeaisia, a typo, into Ourobolus' child, was important, and would come up later when he left the game. It's another case of me going back, noticing something, and rolling with it.