Post by Frank on Sept 7, 2010 9:06:05 GMT -5
Welcome to the game; you are The King of Blades
ALIGNMENT: Scum
GENERIC: Strongman
WIN CONDITION: The number of Scum players remaining is greater than the number of non-Scum players remaining, and all malicious third parties (if any exist) are dead.
BACKGROUND:
Of all the fanged, horned, burning, slavering beasts that inhabit the hell dimension you call home, your offspring was the deadliest, at least by the all-important metric of "greatest number of sharp edges." Its fingers were razor-edged, as were its arms and shins. It carried eleven different types of knife, from the heavy machete to the silent stilleto. Its boots were rigged with lethal, poisoned thorns equipped to spring from the heels, to provide an extra-special surprise. It was an assassin, the silent killer sent after the most dangerous warrior in any army, and it was very, very good at its job.
In part this stems from a strange accident of biology - an accident that your offspring inherited from you. The portion of your brain that governs your autonomic nervous system is especially sensitive to the chemicals produced by beings in the throes of murderous rage. In essence, you feed on hatred, and the more you sense, the deadlier you become. Absorb a sufficient amount of loathing, and you are capable of wondrous things (here we use the alternate definition of the word "wondrous," meaning "likely to cause lots of bleeding."
You enjoyed an extremely successful career in your own time, but were happy to cede the title to your offspring and enjoy a comfortable retirement in Greenwich Village, where your unusual appearance raised few eyebrows. However, during the last Demon incursion into Central Michigan, your offspring was killed. You have been called upon once again to pick up the sword (and the cleaver, and the axe, and the spinning circular blade thingy) to avenge your offspring's murder and help the Demon community establish a foothold in this pathetic dimension.
After the failure of the last group of Demons to massacre the inhabitants of this cabin and establish a new nightmarish hegemony in the world called Earth, the Demon community has decided to take no chances with this second opportunity. A veritable All-Star team of the wicked, depraved, and foul-smelling has been assembled, and you are proud to have been selected. Morphous, the Nightmare Prince (peekercpa), Sphara, the All-Seeing (One and Only Wanderers), and a being called The Trickster (Astral Rejection) have assembled at the following URL:
bladerunnergame.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=iniquity (password: smarty)
There is a fifth Demon, a nameless peon who has achieved some small measure of success and longs to join your councils. He is disguised here as Telcontar. He has been set to accomplish a specific mission - he must kill something, anything (one of your number included). Once he does, he will be permitted to join you and work directly with you. Until then, though, it would be advisable to avoid getting in his sights, as he does not know who among the assemblage is a fellow Demon.
Good luck!
POWERS:
1. You may meet with your fellow Deadites at the URL given above, and may talk there about any subject by Day or by Night.
2. If you wish, you may execute the Scum kill on any given Night.
3. You feed on the hatred and loathing of other creatures, including that of your own allies. If you ever receive lynch votes from any ten unique players (not including yourself), you will gain a bonus kill, to be used on any Night thereafter. (Note that technically it is possible for you to receive a second bonus kill in this fashion, by collecting votes from twenty unique players; if you can do this without actually getting lynched, we will be singularly impressed).
You may not execute your bonus kill on a Night when you are chosen to execute the regular Scum kill.
ALIGNMENT: Scum
GENERIC: Strongman
WIN CONDITION: The number of Scum players remaining is greater than the number of non-Scum players remaining, and all malicious third parties (if any exist) are dead.
BACKGROUND:
Of all the fanged, horned, burning, slavering beasts that inhabit the hell dimension you call home, your offspring was the deadliest, at least by the all-important metric of "greatest number of sharp edges." Its fingers were razor-edged, as were its arms and shins. It carried eleven different types of knife, from the heavy machete to the silent stilleto. Its boots were rigged with lethal, poisoned thorns equipped to spring from the heels, to provide an extra-special surprise. It was an assassin, the silent killer sent after the most dangerous warrior in any army, and it was very, very good at its job.
In part this stems from a strange accident of biology - an accident that your offspring inherited from you. The portion of your brain that governs your autonomic nervous system is especially sensitive to the chemicals produced by beings in the throes of murderous rage. In essence, you feed on hatred, and the more you sense, the deadlier you become. Absorb a sufficient amount of loathing, and you are capable of wondrous things (here we use the alternate definition of the word "wondrous," meaning "likely to cause lots of bleeding."
You enjoyed an extremely successful career in your own time, but were happy to cede the title to your offspring and enjoy a comfortable retirement in Greenwich Village, where your unusual appearance raised few eyebrows. However, during the last Demon incursion into Central Michigan, your offspring was killed. You have been called upon once again to pick up the sword (and the cleaver, and the axe, and the spinning circular blade thingy) to avenge your offspring's murder and help the Demon community establish a foothold in this pathetic dimension.
After the failure of the last group of Demons to massacre the inhabitants of this cabin and establish a new nightmarish hegemony in the world called Earth, the Demon community has decided to take no chances with this second opportunity. A veritable All-Star team of the wicked, depraved, and foul-smelling has been assembled, and you are proud to have been selected. Morphous, the Nightmare Prince (peekercpa), Sphara, the All-Seeing (One and Only Wanderers), and a being called The Trickster (Astral Rejection) have assembled at the following URL:
bladerunnergame.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=iniquity (password: smarty)
There is a fifth Demon, a nameless peon who has achieved some small measure of success and longs to join your councils. He is disguised here as Telcontar. He has been set to accomplish a specific mission - he must kill something, anything (one of your number included). Once he does, he will be permitted to join you and work directly with you. Until then, though, it would be advisable to avoid getting in his sights, as he does not know who among the assemblage is a fellow Demon.
Good luck!
POWERS:
1. You may meet with your fellow Deadites at the URL given above, and may talk there about any subject by Day or by Night.
2. If you wish, you may execute the Scum kill on any given Night.
3. You feed on the hatred and loathing of other creatures, including that of your own allies. If you ever receive lynch votes from any ten unique players (not including yourself), you will gain a bonus kill, to be used on any Night thereafter. (Note that technically it is possible for you to receive a second bonus kill in this fashion, by collecting votes from twenty unique players; if you can do this without actually getting lynched, we will be singularly impressed).
You may not execute your bonus kill on a Night when you are chosen to execute the regular Scum kill.
