Post by Frank on Jan 23, 2013 9:05:03 GMT -5
Welcome to the game; you are a Peasant Redshirt.
Your IMDB credit for this one will read “baker” or “tavern keeper” or “ drunken man,” but your real job in this film is to mill around behind the named characters, to periodically ad lib background dialogue – “oh no, it’s the Mayor’s severed arm!,” or “she’s a witch, burn her!,” or “my, this stew is amazing, considering it was made from the Mayor’s severed arm!” – and, in all likelihood, to die. For that is the fate that awaits every crusty, scabby peasant like yourself, at least in a B-horror movie like this one: in pieces, in flames, in water, inevitably… someone or something is going to get you.
But even the lowliest extra can earn a little extra screen time, with the right performance. Keep your head down, keep your hand in, and when you hear a sound outside your window, stay right where you are and keep an axe nearby. You never know how things might work out.
Your IMDB credit for this one will read “baker” or “tavern keeper” or “ drunken man,” but your real job in this film is to mill around behind the named characters, to periodically ad lib background dialogue – “oh no, it’s the Mayor’s severed arm!,” or “she’s a witch, burn her!,” or “my, this stew is amazing, considering it was made from the Mayor’s severed arm!” – and, in all likelihood, to die. For that is the fate that awaits every crusty, scabby peasant like yourself, at least in a B-horror movie like this one: in pieces, in flames, in water, inevitably… someone or something is going to get you.
But even the lowliest extra can earn a little extra screen time, with the right performance. Keep your head down, keep your hand in, and when you hear a sound outside your window, stay right where you are and keep an axe nearby. You never know how things might work out.
WIN CONDITION:
You are Town. You win when all Scum are dead, if and only if no third party win condition triggers before or simultaneously with yours.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Juggling, accents, driver’s license, good with children, experienced background actor. All valuable weapons in the battle against men and women who transform into murderous wolves under the moonlight. Good luck.
Oh.
Wait.
There’s one other matter. Last night, when you went to sleep, your desk was empty. This morning, there is a book on it. It’s a thick book, bound in what is emphatically probably maybe not human flesh. A symbol that you do not recognize is the only label; it is written in what you have convinced yourself is red ink. When you touch the cover, you seem to hear thousands of voices chanting in a terrible dead language; your vision fills with fire and smoke and you smell lilies and decay.
At this instant, the book is of no moment. You can’t do anything with it; there’s a lynch to plan. But you do have to decide if you will keep it, and if you will read it. You may give the book up at any moment. If you do this, it will exit your life and you will never possess it again… but you will have no control over where it will next land. If you keep it, you will learn more about it, and its impact on you, in good time.
No one knows you have the Book; indeed, no one but you seems even to know it exists.