[GAME OVER - TOWN WIN] The Comedy Club
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Alisha - Stranger from Planet 9, TheWeakGuy48_ (2/6)
Stranger From Planet 9 - Ltin, Timdood3, hipmeow, Mooglie, Alisha, Nottykitten (6/6)
Refuse - (0/6)
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The speaker sound echoes through the room.
"Excellent. You've learnt fast. You made a good choice. I'm pleased that I didn't have to spend any more time explain why sending somebody to the stage was a good idea. So well done.
And..."
The voice is suddenly full of excitement.
"Finally... the performance shall commence... oh they have been waiting far too long... and so have I. But it comes! The performance is mere moments away! I can barely contain myself!"
The voice laughs with glee.
"Alright. You. The one they chose. Head up to the stage at the end of the room. Quickly. Don't make me escort you. They've decided on their own that you are to go on stage. After that point I'm free to take any action necessary to get you there. So don't try anything funny. Save that... for the stage.
Go on."
There is a pause. You look at the person the group has voted. They slowly begin to walk towards the raised platform at the end of the room. They get there, and turn around and look at everybody for a moment, before turning back around, reaching up and pulling themselves on top.
"Walk forward."
The person walks forward towards the large red curtain. There is another pause.
The curtain suddenly moves, pulled away from the centre by both ends. On the other side, a large, grey wall is revealed.
"Walk forward more."
The person walks forward, close to the wall, and the curtains close behind them. A very loud sound, like the release of air and the groaning of pipes, fills the Lobby. It stops for a moment.
"And, finally, walk forward."
After a moment, the noise of air releasing and pipes groaning returns, then stops.
"Excellent. You are in position. This is so exciting..."
Suddenly the monitor above the raised platform switches off, and then back on. Instead of the map or the timer, it seems to be showing a large, darkened room from high up. At the end of the room looks like another raised platform.
"Now remember. Make them laugh. That is your sole purpose from now on. And you will not fail."
A few moments pass. You look closely at the monitor. A silence hangs in the air. Nothing happens for a while.
And then the room that the monitor is showing suddenly lights up a little.
You are looking at what looks like a large auditorium, with a stage at the very end of the room. A large audience of figures sit in the many, many rows. It isn't quite light enough to make out what they look like.
There is a small burst of static, and then, an enormous eruption of cheering, squealing and whistling drowns out the room. The room lights up even more, and you can see the figures in the audience a little better. Rounded, blob-looking figures moving up and down, the whole room ecstatic with energy. You struggle to see them clearly still, but they definitely aren't the same species as you.
The voice that you've come to know over the past two days suddenly bellows through the speaker, much, much louder than ever before.
"And nowwwwww. The moment you've allllll been waiting for. Please, put your hands together... forrrrrrr... the COMEDIAAAAAN!"
The sound of the cheering and clapping grows even louder.
As you watch the monitor, you can see the back of the stage in the auditorium move a little. The red curtains peel away, and you can just make out the person you voted for, standing there.
Alone on the stage in front of what look like the hundreds of blob-like figures cheering and clapping and screaming in excitement, they walk slowly towards the microphone stand positioned in the centre of the stage.
A few moments go by and the audience settles down. The room is suddenly silent.
The voice from before speaks again, loud as thunder. "Tell us your name, Comedian."
There is a pause.
A voice you have become familiar with, one you've heard many times over the course of the last couple of days, the one you recognise to belong to the one you voted on stage, shakily speaks into the microphone.
"Domo Arigato."
There is a pause.
"And what is your joke?"
There is a long pause. The person you voted on stage seems to be frozen for a moment. Then they seem to snap out of it, and put their hands inside of their pockets. They take out a small piece of card - it looks like the Cue Card you were given. They clear their throat, and read from it into the microphone.
"How many robots does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Three - one to hold the bulb and two to turn the ladder."
There is another, long pause. The room is completely still, completely silent. The person you voted for lowers their Cue Card and looks out at the audience.
Silence.
More silence.
...
And then what sounds like a little laugh.
And then another.
And another, and another.
A ripple of small laughs snowballs and snowballs into an eruption of laughter and applause. It grows and grows until the room is drowning in it. Hundreds and hundreds of voices are laughing hysterically, and clapping violently, and cheering, and screaming. The blob-like figures jump up and down in their seats. The huge, collective laughter continues on and on.
For several minutes.
And then, you can make out something on the side of the stage, on the wall, move. It looks like a small hole in the wall has opened up.
And a large, metal-looking spear shoots out of it, and into the person's foot.
You hear a yelp of pain, and the audience's noise increases drastically in intensity.
The person you voted for holds their leg, screaming, their agony being drowned out by the laughter and cheers of the audience.
Another spike, from the other side of the stages, shoots out. The person throws their body backwards and onto the floor as it goes over their head. And then another spike shoots out and hits them in the side of the body as they lay on the floor. They are screaming and crying. A pool of blood slowly starts to form around them. Another spike shoots down and into the palm of their hand, sticking it into the stage floor. The person is pinned down, writhing and squirming. Another spear pierces their leg. Another pierces their other hand.
The audience is louder than ever before. It is unbearable. They are screeching and laughing so loudly your ears pulsate in pain.
The person you voted on stage lifts their head up, their face in horror, their body still pinned to the stage, their blood becoming thicker and thicker and spreading across the stage floor, dripping down into the front row. And one last spear shoots from directly above them and into their skull, and they fall down and lie still.
A little flash of electricity spikes from their body, and a small cloud of smoke floats above them.
The audience laugh and laugh and laugh and it never seems to stop. You stand there, eyes glued to the monitor, unable to look away. And you stay there. And the audience keep on laughing, keep on cheering. A few objects - what look like cans - get thrown from the audience onto the stage. A few ribbons fly in the air.
And then the sound of the monitor cuts off, and then the monitor goes black.
Time seems to stop. The whole room is dead silent.
Completely still.
You suddenly feel yourself breathing heavily.
Then the speaker sound pierces through the silence and a laugh, a quiet, humble laugh, hits the room.
"That was marvellous. Truly. A fantastic performance. Ahahahah.
They loved it. Did you see? They LOVED it! Hahahahaha!
Another success. You Comedians never fail. Never."
There is a slight pause.
"I... understand that may have been a little traumatising for you. But trust me, you could not ask for it to have gone any better than that. Truly. What a gift.
I can finally begin to relax a little."
You hear typing. The voice speaks quickly.
"Anyway. No time to mope around. Not just yet. The power of the Club will begin to fail shortly, now that the performance is just about finished. I'm sending you some details of the person - uh, Domo Arigato - who you just sent out on stage. It's the least we can do to pay our respects. Remember who they were.
It'll be on the monitor in a few ticks. In the meantime, take a look at the map. It's been updated. And once the information on Domo Arigato comes on screen, the one minute countdown will begin. And I'll leave you. I have a show to close."
The map on the monitor displays:
"And... there. Let it be known that they were truly a gifted Comedian. What a show.
Anyway. Find a place to stay for the night. Good luck."
The microphone switches off.
The screen flickers onto a screen with a picture of the person you sent out on stage's face, and a short bio beneath it. It shows their name, their age, and their employment as an Ice Cream Packager.
Stranger From Planet 9 was Domo Arigato, the Cyborg:
"It’s been a difficult century for cyborgs like you. Ever since the unfortunate incident with one of the STS spacecrafts, their technology has been frowned upon – and so for someone like you, a walking example of some of that technology, it can be difficult to get to work in the morning without receiving death threats or verbal abuse from those you used to think of as neighbours. And now, as if the world was insistent on making your existence miserable, this has happened to you. You suppose you’ll do what you always do – keep your head down and try to get through it. Who knows, maybe you’ll be find a way to be productive. Probably not though.
Alignment: Town
Role: Cyborg
Abilities: ??? (Unlocked after obtaining an item: Be notified of how many of each loot item the people in your current room are collectively carrying overall.)
Win condition: Eliminate all threats to Town"
--
After a few moments, the doors on the sides of the room slide up again. Just as before, the screen flickers and reveals a timer: TIME UNTIL POWER FAILURE: 1:00. It counts down from a minute. The screen flickers back and forth between the map and timer every second.
Alisha - Stranger from Planet 9, TheWeakGuy48_ (2/6)
Stranger From Planet 9 - Ltin, Timdood3, hipmeow, Mooglie, Alisha, Nottykitten (6/6)
Refuse - (0/6)
--
The speaker sound echoes through the room.
"Excellent. You've learnt fast. You made a good choice. I'm pleased that I didn't have to spend any more time explain why sending somebody to the stage was a good idea. So well done.
And..."
The voice is suddenly full of excitement.
"Finally... the performance shall commence... oh they have been waiting far too long... and so have I. But it comes! The performance is mere moments away! I can barely contain myself!"
The voice laughs with glee.
"Alright. You. The one they chose. Head up to the stage at the end of the room. Quickly. Don't make me escort you. They've decided on their own that you are to go on stage. After that point I'm free to take any action necessary to get you there. So don't try anything funny. Save that... for the stage.
Go on."
There is a pause. You look at the person the group has voted. They slowly begin to walk towards the raised platform at the end of the room. They get there, and turn around and look at everybody for a moment, before turning back around, reaching up and pulling themselves on top.
"Walk forward."
The person walks forward towards the large red curtain. There is another pause.
The curtain suddenly moves, pulled away from the centre by both ends. On the other side, a large, grey wall is revealed.
"Walk forward more."
The person walks forward, close to the wall, and the curtains close behind them. A very loud sound, like the release of air and the groaning of pipes, fills the Lobby. It stops for a moment.
"And, finally, walk forward."
After a moment, the noise of air releasing and pipes groaning returns, then stops.
"Excellent. You are in position. This is so exciting..."
Suddenly the monitor above the raised platform switches off, and then back on. Instead of the map or the timer, it seems to be showing a large, darkened room from high up. At the end of the room looks like another raised platform.
"Now remember. Make them laugh. That is your sole purpose from now on. And you will not fail."
A few moments pass. You look closely at the monitor. A silence hangs in the air. Nothing happens for a while.
And then the room that the monitor is showing suddenly lights up a little.
You are looking at what looks like a large auditorium, with a stage at the very end of the room. A large audience of figures sit in the many, many rows. It isn't quite light enough to make out what they look like.
There is a small burst of static, and then, an enormous eruption of cheering, squealing and whistling drowns out the room. The room lights up even more, and you can see the figures in the audience a little better. Rounded, blob-looking figures moving up and down, the whole room ecstatic with energy. You struggle to see them clearly still, but they definitely aren't the same species as you.
The voice that you've come to know over the past two days suddenly bellows through the speaker, much, much louder than ever before.
"And nowwwwww. The moment you've allllll been waiting for. Please, put your hands together... forrrrrrr... the COMEDIAAAAAN!"
The sound of the cheering and clapping grows even louder.
As you watch the monitor, you can see the back of the stage in the auditorium move a little. The red curtains peel away, and you can just make out the person you voted for, standing there.
Alone on the stage in front of what look like the hundreds of blob-like figures cheering and clapping and screaming in excitement, they walk slowly towards the microphone stand positioned in the centre of the stage.
A few moments go by and the audience settles down. The room is suddenly silent.
The voice from before speaks again, loud as thunder. "Tell us your name, Comedian."
There is a pause.
A voice you have become familiar with, one you've heard many times over the course of the last couple of days, the one you recognise to belong to the one you voted on stage, shakily speaks into the microphone.
"Domo Arigato."
There is a pause.
"And what is your joke?"
There is a long pause. The person you voted on stage seems to be frozen for a moment. Then they seem to snap out of it, and put their hands inside of their pockets. They take out a small piece of card - it looks like the Cue Card you were given. They clear their throat, and read from it into the microphone.
"How many robots does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Three - one to hold the bulb and two to turn the ladder."
There is another, long pause. The room is completely still, completely silent. The person you voted for lowers their Cue Card and looks out at the audience.
Silence.
More silence.
...
And then what sounds like a little laugh.
And then another.
And another, and another.
A ripple of small laughs snowballs and snowballs into an eruption of laughter and applause. It grows and grows until the room is drowning in it. Hundreds and hundreds of voices are laughing hysterically, and clapping violently, and cheering, and screaming. The blob-like figures jump up and down in their seats. The huge, collective laughter continues on and on.
For several minutes.
And then, you can make out something on the side of the stage, on the wall, move. It looks like a small hole in the wall has opened up.
And a large, metal-looking spear shoots out of it, and into the person's foot.
You hear a yelp of pain, and the audience's noise increases drastically in intensity.
The person you voted for holds their leg, screaming, their agony being drowned out by the laughter and cheers of the audience.
Another spike, from the other side of the stages, shoots out. The person throws their body backwards and onto the floor as it goes over their head. And then another spike shoots out and hits them in the side of the body as they lay on the floor. They are screaming and crying. A pool of blood slowly starts to form around them. Another spike shoots down and into the palm of their hand, sticking it into the stage floor. The person is pinned down, writhing and squirming. Another spear pierces their leg. Another pierces their other hand.
The audience is louder than ever before. It is unbearable. They are screeching and laughing so loudly your ears pulsate in pain.
The person you voted on stage lifts their head up, their face in horror, their body still pinned to the stage, their blood becoming thicker and thicker and spreading across the stage floor, dripping down into the front row. And one last spear shoots from directly above them and into their skull, and they fall down and lie still.
A little flash of electricity spikes from their body, and a small cloud of smoke floats above them.
The audience laugh and laugh and laugh and it never seems to stop. You stand there, eyes glued to the monitor, unable to look away. And you stay there. And the audience keep on laughing, keep on cheering. A few objects - what look like cans - get thrown from the audience onto the stage. A few ribbons fly in the air.
And then the sound of the monitor cuts off, and then the monitor goes black.
Time seems to stop. The whole room is dead silent.
Completely still.
You suddenly feel yourself breathing heavily.
Then the speaker sound pierces through the silence and a laugh, a quiet, humble laugh, hits the room.
"That was marvellous. Truly. A fantastic performance. Ahahahah.
They loved it. Did you see? They LOVED it! Hahahahaha!
Another success. You Comedians never fail. Never."
There is a slight pause.
"I... understand that may have been a little traumatising for you. But trust me, you could not ask for it to have gone any better than that. Truly. What a gift.
I can finally begin to relax a little."
You hear typing. The voice speaks quickly.
"Anyway. No time to mope around. Not just yet. The power of the Club will begin to fail shortly, now that the performance is just about finished. I'm sending you some details of the person - uh, Domo Arigato - who you just sent out on stage. It's the least we can do to pay our respects. Remember who they were.
It'll be on the monitor in a few ticks. In the meantime, take a look at the map. It's been updated. And once the information on Domo Arigato comes on screen, the one minute countdown will begin. And I'll leave you. I have a show to close."
The map on the monitor displays:
"And... there. Let it be known that they were truly a gifted Comedian. What a show.
Anyway. Find a place to stay for the night. Good luck."
The microphone switches off.
The screen flickers onto a screen with a picture of the person you sent out on stage's face, and a short bio beneath it. It shows their name, their age, and their employment as an Ice Cream Packager.
Stranger From Planet 9 was Domo Arigato, the Cyborg:
"It’s been a difficult century for cyborgs like you. Ever since the unfortunate incident with one of the STS spacecrafts, their technology has been frowned upon – and so for someone like you, a walking example of some of that technology, it can be difficult to get to work in the morning without receiving death threats or verbal abuse from those you used to think of as neighbours. And now, as if the world was insistent on making your existence miserable, this has happened to you. You suppose you’ll do what you always do – keep your head down and try to get through it. Who knows, maybe you’ll be find a way to be productive. Probably not though.
Alignment: Town
Role: Cyborg
Abilities: ??? (Unlocked after obtaining an item: Be notified of how many of each loot item the people in your current room are collectively carrying overall.)
Win condition: Eliminate all threats to Town"
--
After a few moments, the doors on the sides of the room slide up again. Just as before, the screen flickers and reveals a timer: TIME UNTIL POWER FAILURE: 1:00. It counts down from a minute. The screen flickers back and forth between the map and timer every second.
End of Day 1: The Darkness, The Audience, And The Cyborg
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INTERMISSION
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INTERMISSION
After everybody has arrived at the Lobby, the doors slide shut. For a while, the only sounds to be hard are the high pitched sound that still rings in your ears, and the collective cacophony of violent coughing. Then, once the coughing has calmed, the high pitched noise goes away. The speaker sound echoes through the room.
"Good morning to you all, good morning. Nothing like a little jog to kick the brain into gear again after some sleep. And once again, nobody choked out in the corridors. Well done.
And... a massive well done for last night. I know it wasn't any of you who went on stage but still, you should be proud. The audience absolutely adore you. The ratings for last night's show were one of the best we've seen. You never fail to impress me. That's something nobody can ever take away from you. And I'm very grateful... truly. The only reason I am able to live how I do is because of you.
Speaking of living. Er... that may have been a little insensitive of a segway, but as I said, one of you has unfortunately, once again, failed to survive the Night. I've got their information up already.
They were part of a cult, actually. I haven't got the name of it, but it seems they practised... dark crafts in secret. A shame they died, really. Perhaps they could've been of some use to you all. I don't think we've had many of you able to weld such power here before.
It seems they worked at a shop. It's always the ones who have the most mundane lives during the day that have the most interesting ones behind closed doors. Well, I suppose that isn't completely true.
Anyway. Their name was TheWeakGuy48_. Well, that's what the generator has come up with for them. They actually had no name registered on the database. But, we shall remember them by TheWeakGuy48_. May it be said that he was never truly weak.
So. Another of you murdered. And another show approaching. You all know what your choices are. Choose wisely. I want you to stay alive just as much as you do. And I'm incredibly excited to see what you can do to impress me next. See if you can outperform Domo Arigato. See how loud you can make them laugh. Prove that you, just as I suspect, are the Universe's greatest Comedians.
I'll talk to you again once you've chosen tonight's Comedian."
The microphone shuts off.
The monitor above the raised platform flickers to reveal the map:
After a few seconds, it flickers again to reveal the timer:
countingdownto.com
[Deadline is 10/08, 8pm BST]
--
TheWeakGuy48_ was Unnamed, the Cultist:
"You sense an atrocity. It is ancient. Very ancient… too ancient for your dark craft to contain. Still, you can help the others, and yourself. Your craft is forbidden and only practised in secret, but you can tell this situation is dire enough to justify its usage. How you may help is not quite clear, but you can begin preparations immediately. As per the Book of Casting, you must turn this building into a ritual site in order to use your power. Spending the night with only one other’s soul, in the four corners of the building, will allow you to take on that task. There is no time to waste.
Alignment: Town
Role: Cultist
Abilities: Cast a forbidden spell. [Spend the night with only one other person in each of the four corner rooms of the building to unlock.]
After obtaining an item: OR spend two nights in different corners of the building with one other person and obtain an Orb of Casting to unlock. [Unlocks Orb of Casting blueprint (requires 3 x Battery)]
After unlocking spell: Double everybody's loot items once in the game, at any time.
Win condition: Eliminate all threats to Town"
--
It takes 5 votes to send somebody out on stage, and 5 votes to refuse.
Playerlist
1. Alisha
2. Timdood3
3. Ltin
4.Stranger from Planet 9
5.Omni
6. Mooglie
7. hipmeow
8. Nottykitten
9.TheWeakGuy48_
10. HKCaper
11. webpaige
12. sessybessy
"Good morning to you all, good morning. Nothing like a little jog to kick the brain into gear again after some sleep. And once again, nobody choked out in the corridors. Well done.
And... a massive well done for last night. I know it wasn't any of you who went on stage but still, you should be proud. The audience absolutely adore you. The ratings for last night's show were one of the best we've seen. You never fail to impress me. That's something nobody can ever take away from you. And I'm very grateful... truly. The only reason I am able to live how I do is because of you.
Speaking of living. Er... that may have been a little insensitive of a segway, but as I said, one of you has unfortunately, once again, failed to survive the Night. I've got their information up already.
They were part of a cult, actually. I haven't got the name of it, but it seems they practised... dark crafts in secret. A shame they died, really. Perhaps they could've been of some use to you all. I don't think we've had many of you able to weld such power here before.
It seems they worked at a shop. It's always the ones who have the most mundane lives during the day that have the most interesting ones behind closed doors. Well, I suppose that isn't completely true.
Anyway. Their name was TheWeakGuy48_. Well, that's what the generator has come up with for them. They actually had no name registered on the database. But, we shall remember them by TheWeakGuy48_. May it be said that he was never truly weak.
So. Another of you murdered. And another show approaching. You all know what your choices are. Choose wisely. I want you to stay alive just as much as you do. And I'm incredibly excited to see what you can do to impress me next. See if you can outperform Domo Arigato. See how loud you can make them laugh. Prove that you, just as I suspect, are the Universe's greatest Comedians.
I'll talk to you again once you've chosen tonight's Comedian."
The microphone shuts off.
The monitor above the raised platform flickers to reveal the map:
After a few seconds, it flickers again to reveal the timer:
Create a Countdown Clock
[Deadline is 10/08, 8pm BST]
--
TheWeakGuy48_ was Unnamed, the Cultist:
"You sense an atrocity. It is ancient. Very ancient… too ancient for your dark craft to contain. Still, you can help the others, and yourself. Your craft is forbidden and only practised in secret, but you can tell this situation is dire enough to justify its usage. How you may help is not quite clear, but you can begin preparations immediately. As per the Book of Casting, you must turn this building into a ritual site in order to use your power. Spending the night with only one other’s soul, in the four corners of the building, will allow you to take on that task. There is no time to waste.
Alignment: Town
Role: Cultist
Abilities: Cast a forbidden spell. [Spend the night with only one other person in each of the four corner rooms of the building to unlock.]
After obtaining an item: OR spend two nights in different corners of the building with one other person and obtain an Orb of Casting to unlock. [Unlocks Orb of Casting blueprint (requires 3 x Battery)]
After unlocking spell: Double everybody's loot items once in the game, at any time.
Win condition: Eliminate all threats to Town"
--
Day 2
It takes 5 votes to send somebody out on stage, and 5 votes to refuse.
Playerlist
1. Alisha
2. Timdood3
3. Ltin
4.
5.
6. Mooglie
7. hipmeow
8. Nottykitten
9.
10. HKCaper
11. webpaige
12. sessybessy
i got 2 cogs and unlocked the double loot ability so im a fully fledged comedian now
btw i take 0 responsibility for strangers death they had 0 reason to rate my day 0 post agree i was rather PEEVED i also didnt understand the setup and i guess we arent all regular humans who got abducted and are on a place on earth
grumble grumble
btw i take 0 responsibility for strangers death they had 0 reason to rate my day 0 post agree i was rather PEEVED i also didnt understand the setup and i guess we arent all regular humans who got abducted and are on a place on earth
grumble grumble
I mean 3 of us were planned to go there and I'd truely rather not spend the night in the same room as you so I ditched and took up Strangers spot in the basement instead. Funny story Inf told me like soonafter I said I was forced to go to the basement that I'm not actually forced I just feel compelled, though if I changed my story I'd of gotten lynched so I kept it to myself.Oog was 100% right
Meanwhile in the basement me, Weak, Sessy and Tim had a heck of a time reading pamhplets while I purified Ltin. We learned what the town might be able to use the items for and also I gained 1 wire again.
I gained a cog
I’ll claim what page I read: page 16
It mentions some form of machine that can verify the soul of someone but doesn’t really say what that means - there’s no blueprint or material list either
I’ll claim what page I read: page 16
It mentions some form of machine that can verify the soul of someone but doesn’t really say what that means - there’s no blueprint or material list either
also give a general description of weak's body please and thank you to see whether it gives the same vibes as omnis body
also were the kitchen people able to loot omnis body or did it disappear
also were the kitchen people able to loot omnis body or did it disappear