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Welcome back to Murder at Midnight! On the 2 year anniversary of the end of Season 6, I have decided to bring it back for one last season!
While it is technically on its 7th Season, the format used from seasons 3 to 6 will not be implemented here. It was a restricting and lethargic system which forced folks to adapt to a plot that was never originally part of the original seasons. As such, the system used in those first three seasons will be the one used; go wild! Just keep in mind that this is set in [B][CURRENT YEAR] USA[/B].
However, there is some connection to the previous seasons, though you'd have to go out of your way to find it out. If you want to bring back a character from a previous season, message me and we'll get something done. Now, with all of that out of the way, let's explain how this works for those unfamiliar.
This is a game based on suspicion and crowd mentality. Every night the Murderer slips out and kills a new victim. Every day, the Citizens vote upon who it could be. This is not Mafia. There is no detective. There are no multiple killers. There is no easy access to the killer. The Citizens must guess, and they must deal with the consequences of their actions. Every day the Citizens decide someone who is the "Murderer". They can kill decide to either execute or release the person they've selected at the end of the day.
Hoping for a turnout of at least 7 active players, to be safe, as spring is a busy time. 10-15 players would be ideal. Inactivity will be punished.
Citizens, PM me your guess and whether you vote to execute or release. You can talk amongst yourselves on the game thread itself.
There are certain actions both groups can only do once. The Murderer can pass on kill someone, while the Citizens can jail a selected person over night.
Guess the murderer right and execute him; citizens win. Murderer gets it down to him and only one other citizen; he wins, killing the last player.
The Murderer is selected by a random number generator. He decides how to kill each of his victims via PM to me. Be creative!
I'll post the update after the murder has been committed, and after an execution/release has been committed. The Murderer has the choice to detail his killings, so expect full graphic detail on a disturbing level if they choose to do so. We could get a guy who just stabs people; or we could get a guy who cannibalizes each victim then feeds the remains to his next victim. Anything and everything!
This RP itself and the seasons individually have their own pages on the [URL="http://facepunchrp.wikia.com/wiki/Murder_at_Midnight"]FPRP Wikia[/URL], aswell as its own [URL="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Roleplay/MurderAtMidnight"]TVTropes[/URL][URL="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/MurderAtMidnight"] pages[/URL]. Check 'em out, though be warned, the TVTropes pages haven't been updated in ages.
[B][U]Rules[/U][/B]
If you're the Murderer, don't tell anyone!
If you're not the Murderer, don't claim to be, unless you want to die real damn quick.
If you're not playing, don't put your opinion in on who the Murderer is. If you wanna join, but are too lazy to be the murderer, just message me via PM, Steam or Discord.
If only one person is accused and sufficient enough time passes, they'll be executed.
By interacting with televisions, radios or newspapers, you can try and uncover how this season is related to the previous ones. If no one bothers, then that's that, I guess. C'est la vie.
If you want to bring back a character you played in a previous season, just message me and we can talk.
The system used will be that from Chernobyl's seasons - go wild in your worldbuilding!
[B][U]Sign-up sheet[/U][/B]
[QUOTE]Name:
Date of Birth/Age:
Occupation:
Biography (Background behind each character):[/QUOTE]
[B][U]Players[/U][/B]
Rich Evans - Deathgrunt [I][B](Left to face his destiny elsewhere)[/B][/I]
Ted Cruz - joshuadim [B](Quasi-execution via impromptu suicide)[/B]
Tommy Marmalade - Native Hunter [B](Death via burning building)[/B]
Luigi Mario - Captun Nick [B](Death via strangulation)[/B]
Chris Nobeard - kilerabv [B](Death via botulism and rubbing alcohol combo)[/B]
Dimitri "Overused Meme 1" Bogdanov - Pezgod1 [B](Mock execution via old electric chair)[/B]
Big Seal: Swol Team 6 - Ruski v2.0
Morgan Dee - Xonax [I][B](Abandoned the search)[/B][/I]
Roland Deschain - Kirbyfactor [B](Execution via forcefeeding/choking)[/B]
Ell Ar Aych - Zillamaster55
Wenceslas "Overused Meme 2" Bogdanov - Griffster26 [B](Death via traffic collision)[/B]
Giovanni Berinosciolitonimaniotarritkastilagassikeritariolianni - F T
Hill Hank - TheFrostBible
SlavBot 3000 - Viper123_SWE
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[B]Right/middle click here for OOC RP discussion or for the Discord![/B]
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Name: Rich "Sex Weirdo" Evans
Date of Birth/Age: Oct, 17, 1977 (39)
Occupation: Internet Critic/Loser
Biography: A man who fucking loves star wars.
Name: Ted Cruz
Date of Birth/Age: December 22, 1970
Occupation: Zodiac Killer [just kidding, he's a Retired Politician]
Biography (Background behind each character): Once serving as a Republican Senator from Texas, Ted Cruz fell from grace after an embarrassing presidential run that spawned memes about him, and he retired to the shadow realm, now unemployed and sipping iced tea all day.
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Name: Chef Giovanni 'Gio' Berinosciolitonimaniotarritkastilagassikeritariolianni.
Date of Birth/Age: Who cares.
Occupation: Chef, cook, frycook, sous chef, head chef, kitchen staff, connoisseur of the culinary arts, and personal chef to Benito Mussolini.
Biography: A master of Italian cooking and former personal chef to Il Duce himself, Chef Giovanni Berinosciolitonimaniotarritkastilagassikeritariolianni found himself out of a job once WW2 ended as no one else but Mussolini seemed to love his cooking. Jobless and penniless, he traveled with some friends to Little Italy in New York to see if he could start his career in cooking again. He eventually found a cooking job where on one night, when ingredients were running low, he was tasked with making a calzone for a customer. He only had half the flour required to make it, so he tried to pass it off as a "calzone pie". The customer fucking hated it and had it sent back to the kitchen, but Chef Giovanni Berinosciolitonimaniotarritkastilagassikeritariolianni was not one to waste food. Turning to his fellow kitchen staff, he asked them one simple question: "EY FELLAS, YOU WANNA [I]PIECE-A [/I]PIE?" And that's how Chef Giovanni Berinosciolitonimaniotarritkastilagassikeritariolianni invented the pizza.
((Changed my dude since I don't think I can get much mileage out of Tibby. ))
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Name: Tommy Marmalade
Date of Birth/Age: August 19th, 1964
Occupation: Ice Cream Store Manager
Bio: He used to have an ice cream van, but he thinks he can serve more people in store.
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Name: Luigi Mario
Date of Birth/Age: April 7, 1941
Occupation: Plumber
Biography: Raised in Brooklyn, suffers from a mental disorder which sometimes creates vivid hallucinations. He tends to refer to these visions as the "Mushroom Kingdom".
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Name: Chris Nobeard
Date of Birth/Age:16 September 1986
Occupation:Pirate captain
Biography :He thinks he's a pirate
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Name: Igor Bogdanov
Date of Birth/Age: Unknown, quite possibly ageless.
Occupation: Scientest, Essayist, critical thinker, rhetorician, model, world leader, superhero
Biography: Here's a quick rundown
-Rothschilds bow to Bogdanoffs
-In contact with aliens
-Possess psychic-like abilities
-Control france with an iron but fair fist
-Own castles & banks globally
-Direct descendants of the ancient royal blood line
-Will bankroll the first cities on Mars (Bogdangrad will be be the first city)
-Own 99% of DNA editing research facilities on Earth
-First designer babies will in all likelihood be Bogdanoff babies
-both brothers said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence on Earth has only existed deep in Tibetan monasteries & Area 51
-Ancient Indian scriptures tell of two angels who will descend upon Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
-They own Nanobot R&D labs around the world
-You likely have Bogdabots inside you right now
-The Bogdanoffs are in regular communication with the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, forwarding the word of God to the Orthodox Church. Who do you think set up the meeting between the pope & the Orthodox high command (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Orthodox leader’s first trip to Antarctica in history literally a few days later to the Bogdanoff bunker in Wilkes land?
-They learned fluent French in under a week
-Nation states entrust their gold reserves with the twins. There’s no gold in Ft. Knox, only Ft. Bogdanoff
-The twins are about 7 decades old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society
-In reality, they are timeless beings existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know their ultimate plans yet. We hope they’re benevolent beings.
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Name: Big Seal: Swol Team 6
Age: 23
Occupation: Navy Seal. Sometimes does those make-a-wish visits for kids who want to meet a seal.
Biography: [i]'What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? [/i]
Name: Morgan Dee
Age: 22
Occupation: Customer Support at BRAND NAME GROCERY STORE
Biography: Raised in the forgotten land "Australia", he spent 20 years walking through the country, went through a decayed lost town "Sydney", at the age of 20, he ended up in New York and found a Grocery Store and started to work as Customer Support despite not being hired.
Will never forget the time I made a drunk guy eat a fried baby.
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Name: Rolan Deschain
Date of Birth/Age: Date of birth unknown, for time as he knows has passed. Aged around 50.
Occupation: Gunslinger
Biography (Background behind each character):Roland Deschain is the protagonist and hero of The Dark Tower Series. He is the son of Steven and Gabrielle Deschain and is the last of a long line of "gunslingers", peacekeepers and diplomats of Roland's society. He is also the final human descendant of Arthur Eld.
[And that's about 10. I'll keep the sign up period up for a bit longer, perhaps until Friday, but we're effectively ready to start.]
It's a bright a sunny dat, Mr. Marmalade is polishing the front window of his ice cream store, Rainbow Scoops.
"What a lovely day, I sure hope nothing bad happens to ruin it."
Morgan Dee wakes up and goes for his morning jog, on his jog he likes to look at the scenery and find places to go to after work, he see's a Bakery, Fast Food Restaurant, a Hospital, so on. One thing catches his eye though.
"BRAND NAME GROCERY STORE"
"BRAND NAME GROCERY STORE....The name of Legends, it is amazing how it and I met, but that's a story for another time." Morgan Dee tells to a Stranger.
He is dedicated...may be obsessed even, but he does a good job at what he does.
Right as he is about to go in, he see's his Manager, Josh Mount, he looks quite sad.
Morgan goes to him and asks "Is everything okay Josh? You look a bit Orange..."
It appears Josh Mount is too horrified to even talk, so he points to a letter on the windows.
"Yo, we be closing tonight...a'right? No questions? Good..."
It appears his Boss is closing tonight.
Josh Mount is even more dedicated to his work than Morgan, so it's clear why he is sad, and since he tends to work 24/7, which is insane for a man like him.
"It's alright Josh, you still got 12 hours...longer even, of Day." Morgan said.
Josh smiles and head back in.
And Morgan walks in behind him.
"G'DAY MATEY POTATEYS, I AM HERE TO RUN THE BUSINESS ONCE AGAIN" Morgan Yells.
The Customers and Staff get excited, the music gets pumped up and he starts talking to everyone.
((I wasn't sure if talking NPCs were allowed so I didn't make Josh Mount Talk. I did however include him so people could get a basic understanding of his Character, hope it's alright.))
[I'll keep the sign-up period just a little longer, in case someone is still on the edge of joining. However, I'll allow folks to start roleplaying with one another. Tomorrow, we officially start with the murderer selection.
I will do something for those who jumped the gun on the roleplaying aspect. Hope you like chocolate and mint.]
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Mr. Marmalade could hear the door opening as he polished the front window. When he looked over, he saw a young teen, half naked, with a crazed look in his eyes. With a glance, he could tell that the kid was on something.
Suddenly, he yelled out: "FRICK YOU, YOU GOSHDARN CUCKOLD; AND YOUR STUPID ICE CREAM TOO!"
He jumped onto a nearby table, and screamed with all his might, as though he was summoning the Egyptian gods to come assist him. The next second, there was shit all over the table. He looked over at Tommy and laughed like a maniac; "HOPE YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE!" he said before jumping off and running out as though the police was chasing him for selling drugs.
Watching him run outside, Marmalade could see the kid almost trip a few times, before actually tripping. He gets up and runs into the ether.
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Meanwhile, at the trademark "BRAND NAME GROCERY STORE", a customer was buying his usual goods, but he kept looking for the pharmacy section. He looked increasingly nervous, getting lost as he felt more and more sick. He tumbled into the pickles, causing one of the jars to fall and crack on the floor.
Obviously having lost all concentration at this point, the customer didn't notice the pickles, and slipped on one along with the juice. He crashed to the ground, taking all the goods he had gathered with him down as well. As he tried to get up, he began moaning, at which point a worker had finally arrived at the scene, looking mortified.
As the grocery store worker approached the customer, they began vomiting - they were looking to buy their stomach medicine before their dyspepsia got them. The grocery store worker cringed at the sight, finding vomit absolutely disgusting. He ran over to one of the mics to the store's sound system and yelled out:
"Morgan, clean up at Aisle 16; assistance needed"
((Care to explain how we went overboard?))
[QUOTE=Xonax;52073792]((Care to explain how we went overboard?))[/QUOTE]
We Rp'd before we were allowed to ErrPeh
[QUOTE=Native Hunter;52073985]We Rp'd before we were allowed to ErrPeh[/QUOTE]
((I thought we were due to this statement "but we're effectively ready to start."))
[QUOTE=Xonax;52074190]((I thought we were due to this statement "but we're effectively ready to start."))[/QUOTE]
[That just meant that if I wanted to start the game, I could. But I wanted to wait until Friday. So, you two jumped the gun and got punished. If you're wondering if this is going to be a theme, it won't. In some way, this illustrates the silliness that one could do.]
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Name: Ell Ar Aych
Date of Birth/Age: April 20th, 1950
Occupation: Author
Bigraphy: Born to a Navy captain, Ell grew up with his rich father in Montana, whose enormous ranch covered nearly a quarter of the state. After spending time in China, and then learning psychoanalytics from John "Snake" Thompson, Ell became a prolific science fiction writer. Ell has now come to the town of Khorrentyaer, USA, and is hoping to sell his new book titled "Diagnostics".
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Name: Grichka Bogdanov
Date of Birth/Age: Unknown, quite possibly ageless.
Occupation: Scientist, Essayist, critical thinker, rhetorician, model, world leader, superhero
Biography: Here's a quick rundown
-Rothschilds bow to Bogdanoffs
-In contact with aliens
-Possess psychic-like abilities
-Control france with an iron but fair fist
-Own castles & banks globally
-Direct descendants of the ancient royal blood line
-Will bankroll the first cities on Mars (Bogdangrad will be be the first city)
-Own 99% of DNA editing research facilities on Earth
-First designer babies will in all likelihood be Bogdanoff babies
-both brothers said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence on Earth has only existed deep in Tibetan monasteries & Area 51
-Ancient Indian scriptures tell of two angels who will descend upon Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
-They own Nanobot R&D labs around the world
-You likely have Bogdabots inside you right now
-The Bogdanoffs are in regular communication with the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, forwarding the word of God to the Orthodox Church. Who do you think set up the meeting between the pope & the Orthodox high command (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Orthodox leader’s first trip to Antarctica in history literally a few days later to the Bogdanoff bunker in Wilkes land?
-They learned fluent French in under a week
-Nation states entrust their gold reserves with the twins. There’s no gold in Ft. Knox, only Ft. Bogdanoff
-The twins are about 7 decades old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society
-In reality, they are timeless beings existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know their ultimate plans yet. We hope they’re benevolent beings.
Ell strolled into the store, and was shocked by the smell.
"Good lord..." he muttered. "I'm just here to get a pad of butter for dinner and I have to deal with this..."
Ell scratched his chin, knowing that his new book could easily treat these people's illnesses
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Igor walked in, his superior intellect following him close. Where was he? Only he knew. He and Grichka. Somewhere in Khorrentyaer, but who would know? Only he knew.
He sighed, scratching his nose, careful not to scratch it off. His smug sense of self satisfaction glued his face on with sheer force. He lighted a cigarette, smoked it, and stubbed it out on his face. He felt nothing any more. Not even the love of his children. Not the sheen of rainwater dripping onto his face on a warm, sunny day. Not the Botulinum sloshing around in the plastic of what became his face many centuries ago. Nothing.
But he could feel one thing: the love of his children. And his brother. And his carats on carats of gold stored in Ft. Bogdanov. He stopped to think, thinking about his first son... Alfie. He had died many years ago, deep fried and eaten by a man murdered by another man, murdered by another man. Igor remembered Alfdinov well. His heir. The heir to planet Earth. The heir to planet Bogdanearth. He shed a tear of pure Botulinum, and flipped open his flip phone. He didn't need new technology. The bogdanbots could sustain his telepathic communication abilities, but the phone was just for show. He began tapping in a number, 000-000-0002. Grichka's number. Grichka picked up, and Igor whispered something to him.
"Shut it down."
Mr. Marmalade looked from the table, to the child running, to the table again, and when he looked up watched as the cops chased him away. He shook his head.
"Kids these days, always having accidents in public"
He quickly got a inverted plastic bag and picked the feces up, doggy style.
"Some day they'll have to learn that their accidents have consequences" he said shaking his head once again.
He moved to throw the bag into the trash outside, tripping himself and throwing it at a passing car, feces going all over the place. "Someone really should fix all these potholes"
Luigi had just woken up, ending one of his favorite dreams in which he and his brother fight off a giant turtle monster. He ranked this dream as his second favorite, right below the one where he and his friends race go-karts together.
After eating his typical breakfast of left over pizza, he saw a note left by his brother reminding him to pick up his medication from the local grocery store. Luigi got dressed and decided to head out.
On his way to the grocery store, he decided to stop at Rainbow Scoops to get some ice cream to top off his already nutritious breakfast. Right as he was about to enter, he saw the owner Mr. Marmalade throw a bag full of some brown substance at a passing car. The bag exploded upon impact with the car, releasing a smell that any plumber should be familiar with.
"Ah, it's just like being back in Brooklyn." Luigi said to himself. Nevertheless, his appetite for frozen desert was not swayed.
Ted walked out onto his front porch, with a glass of iced tea in his hand. A Texas classic. He walked out onto the sidewalk, looking up and down the stretch of road. Nothing really interested, he noted to himself as he continued to drink. He them walks down toward a small ice cream stand, headed by a well mustached man, a good American citizen most likely. However in front was a crazy person taking a dump on a table in front of the van and running away. Probably an immigrant, he thought to himself. He then walks up to the van and says to the owner in his silky Texan accent: "Now I don't know about you... but I've read the Constitution and I'm sure it says that that was illegal."
[And that's your lot of players, 12! And with that, the time has come, and the Murderer has been rolled!]
Mr. Marmalade looks up from the ground at the two potential customers, especially the texan man right above him.
"You may be right sir, although kids these days seem to not care for laws or rules." He shook his head.
"Come inside however gentlemen let me satisfy your culinary cravings in my creamery!'
While Morgan was helping people find some items, he hears someone over the Speaker...
"Morgan, clean up at Aisle 16; assistance needed"
"Can you please excuse me on moment? I will be back shortly, also I'd suggest looking down Aisle 4." Morgan said.
He then grabbed a Wet Floor Sign, Mop and Bucket, and headed over to Aisle 16 to clean up.
"Oh jeez, not again, what is with people and vomiting in Aisle 16, why not Aisle 4?" He mumbled to himself.
After a few minutes, he finished cleaning up the Vomit, put the sign down, and took the dirty water and emptied it.
He then went to Aisle 4 to find the people he was helping, but it appears they found the item they were looking for, so Morgan decided to go on Break for a few minutes, and went outside.
"Ahh, nothing like fresh air.." Morgan said to himself.
He then breathed in as much as he could to savor the smell, when suddenly he smelled something awful.
"Sweet Irwin, why do I smell crap all of a sudden?" He said with a repulsed face.
He then started to look around for a potential cause, and he saw a car go past him, the smell got stronger and Morgan realized it was the car.
"Damn hippies." He said.
He then went back inside to breath in clean air, and got back to work.
Ted turns to the ice cream man, "Well thank you kindly sir, I'll take an iced-tea flavor if you got any."
He then pulls out a roll of paper from his pocket, revealing it to be a copy of the Constitution of the United States.
"Please take this as a gesture of friendship between the two of us, good American citizen."
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