Secret Santa 2011 - Game Over: Mistletoe and Wine

[AngrySquirrel]

I was hoping to avoid revealing this last part of my role, since revealing it leaves it exploitable by scum. But since you asked I'll tell. When I randomize a lynch it choses the lynch target randomly amongst those who have votes on them, not all players.

[Gopher of Pern]

Vote: Webby

Well, I don't want me to be lynched, so I'll randomise it abit at least.

[webby]

I was hoping to avoid revealing this last part of my role, since revealing it leaves it exploitable by scum. But since you asked I'll tell. When I randomize a lynch it choses the lynch target randomly amongst those who have votes on them, not all players.

Ok, let's hammer GoP then. If he's the only player with votes on, he'll get lynched even with randomise, right?

Vote: GoP

[webby]

Unvote

GoP, if you unvote me, I'll vote for someone of your choice.

[webby]

Vote: b.i.o

For now, just so neither side has incentive to hammer.

[webby]

Actually, just realised that's not a good idea and I'd probably do better to stay not voting for now. Sorry for the multiple posts.

Unvote

[Misnomer]

Votals:

GoP (1): mpolo
Webby (1): GoP

[AngrySquirrel]

Vote: GoP

[b.i.o]

Vote: GoP

Looks like we win or lose this based on the randomization results.

[mpolo]

I just had a horrible thought -- if GoP is telling the truth about his power, he may well be immune to the spin-the-bottle trick, as it is Christmas-themed. I don't know if this means "don't randomize", "risk it", or "spread out the votes".

[Misnomer]

That's a majority!

Lynch and night will now be processed.

[Misnomer]

Votals:

GoP (3): mpolo, AS, b.i.o
Webby (1): GoP

GoP had recieved a majority of votes, and was due to be lynched. But Angry Squirrel had that crazy look in her eyes again...

"What? End the day early? But that's boooring... let's play another game, shall we?"

Once again, she produced the strange-looking die from her coat pocket, and rolled it across the ground. This time, it came to rest with a picture of a wheel on top.

"Yaaay! I've been looking forward to this one!"

Angry Squirrel ran off a few seconds, and then returned to the square, pushing a large wooden contraption in front of her. The device has a large painted wheel with several symbols on, and looked as if it could be spun.

"May I present to you... the wheel of lynchability! Come on Gopher of Pern, you're up first!"

Nervously, GoP approached the wheel and gave it a spin. Round and round it went, before eventually slowing down. As it slowly came to a halt, GoP couldn't believe his eyes... HOW much was written on the wheel? A £million? A £billion? He'd never seem so many zeros!

Just as he was beginning to get excited though, the wheel made one final movement, and lurched into the 'bankrupt' category. A trapdoor open up at the top of the contraption, and what looked like a crossbow popped out and fired at GoP. As he lay pinned to the ground by the projectile, GoP muttered something about how he wouldn't be going to a better place, because no such place existed.

Gopher of Pern has been lynched. He was the Militant Atheist (Supernatural-immune limited-killer), member of XMAS, Scum

The townsfolk rejoiced at yet another scum death, but they had little time to celebrate. The winds howled, and the snowstorm that had been battering Xkcdia all day whipped itself up into a full-blown blizzard. Scurrying for the protection of their homes, none noticed the shadowy figure gazing down on them from the top of his fortress...


The next day, the townsfolk were barely able to open their front doors, the snow was deep. However, open them they did, and they gathered in the town square to observe the latest body that had been left there. Inspecting the corpse, they realised it was b.i.o - however, he looked as if he had been dead for some time, and it occured to them that perhaps he was never alive at all.

b.i.o is now dead. He was the Ghost of Christmas Past (Death info revealer), Town

Just three remained. It would not be long before the fate of Christmas was finally resolved...

3 players remaining, 2 to lynch (perhaps). No deadline, but I trust you won't let the day drag on.

[mpolo]

Well, webby, town didn't go with your plan (You said "if town doesn't randomize, you'll side with town"). Does that mean that you are now willing to

Vote: AngrySquirrel

for the win?

[webby]

Town couldn't randomise, or they would have lost.

However, scum did very well in the earlier days of the game, I think the fact that they got to 2-2 means that they deserve to win. If I didn't exist, scum would win, so I don't think I should interfere with what would otherwise happen unless I have a good reason.

Apologies to town, who did at least work out who the scum was, if a little too late.

Vote: AngrySquirrel

[AngrySquirrel]

Vote: mpolo

[Misnomer]

Votals

Angry Squirrel (2): mpolo, webby
Mpolo (1): Angry Squirrel

Webby undoubtedly had a hard decision to make. Here he was, caught between two opposing sides, each desperate for his support. Howver, right and wrong had little meaning to Webby, who instead operated by his own moral code. Deciding it was only fair that the gentle townsfolk of Xkcdia should be wiped out, he sided with Mpolo, the remaining member of eX-Mafia Against Santa.

Angry Squirrel, however, was not one to give into fate. As soon as she realised that Webby was going to turn against her, she pulled out a revolver from her handbag and aimed it squarely at mpolo.

"How about one more game before you decide to execute me, hmm?"

Mpolo scowled. This was a completely unfair situation. Why couldn't she just accept that there was a majority against her?

Except there was no longer a majority against her. At the first sign of trouble, Webby had fled the scene.

Webby gains a win as a Survivor.

"Ok then, Squirrel." spat Mpolo through gritted teeth, "What sort of game did you have in mind? Can I expect more slumber party antics, or will we be going with another prop from a cheesy old gameshow?"

"Oh, I thought I'd go back to the classics this time" replied Angry Squirrel, gesturing to a nearby table which held on it two large glasses of mulled wine, "I expected that we might end up in this situation, so earlier I took the liberty of spiking one of these drinks with a special poison of mine. It's made from mistletoe and is extremely deadly. It cannot be detected through smell or taste and, before you ask, it is impossible to build up an immunity to it. So you pick one, I'll take the other and we'll both drink at the same time. Whoever survives, wins. Deal?"

Mpolo considered his options. It was a terrible deal, given that he had just been robbed of a rightful victory. He realised, however, that he had little choice.

Not wasting any time with circular arguments, he reached for the glass to his left. Angry Squirrel took the other one, and both drank together.

There was a short pause, and then mpolo fell to the ground, dead. Angry Squirrel smiled, finished off her drink, and then returned the revolver, which was not in fact a real gun but merely a prop from a strangely-themed nativity play held a few years back, to her handbag. Just as she was about to go home, however, she was confronted by a familar figure.

"You!" cried Old Man Winter, pointing at Angry Squirrel, "Do you realise what you've done here?"

Angry Squirrel froze, afraid to answer. She didn't need to however, as Old Man Winter swiftly gave an answer to his own question.

"Why, you've saved Christmas! Ho ho ho!"

And with a snap of his fingers, Old Man Winter's disguise melted away to reveal his true self: he had been Santa all along!

"Oh, thank you Angry Squirrel, thank you so much! I knew that lot were out to ruin Christmas, so I had to go into hiding. But thanks to you and your gambling addiction, Christmas is saved! Now I know it may seem a little late, but tell me what you would like for Christmas. You can have anything you want!"

Angry Squirrel quickly came to a decision. Reaching into her coat pocket for her Christmas wish-list, she crossed out everything on it and instead quickly scribbled something else, before handing it over to Santa.

Whatever she had written, Santa seemed quite taken aback. "All of them? Is this really what you wish for?"

Angry Squirrel nodded.

"Well then, it shall come true! Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! HO HO HOOOO!"

As Santa's laugh echoed across the landscape, the whole town seemed to shake, as if Xkcdia was being hit by an earthquake. The last thing Angry Squirrel remembered was a blinding flash of light...



Angry Squirrel woke up in her bed, to the sound of someone calling her name from outside the house. Sticking her head out of the window, she was stunned by what she saw - BoomFrog, the man she had stabbed to death only a few days before, was standing in the street with an enormous grin on his face.

"Wake up, sleepy head! Don't you know what day it is?" he cried out to her.

"...n...no?" mumbled Angry Squirrel, too amazed by the situation to construct a coherent sentence.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten! Why, it's Christmas day! Come on now, everybody's waiting!"

Scarely able to take it in, Angry Squirrel quickly dressed herself and ran to the town square. Everyone was there, gathered around a huge Christmas feast, laughing and chatting to each other as if nothing had happened. Indeed, they seemed as if they didn't even realise anything had happened. Could she be the only one who knew?

Suddenly a chill fell over her. If nobody knew about it, what was to stop XMAS from killing again? And how would she be able to convince people that Roband was actually Sylar? Clearly, she had a lot of hard work ahead of her, and it would most likely involve many more deaths.

For now though, she resolved to stop worrying about it and enjoy the celebrations. Killing and lynching could wait - it was Christmas, after all.

Game over! Town wins, as does Webby!

Commiserations to scum, who came extremely close to winning only to fall foul of the random number gods.

Thanks for playing everyone! Hope you all enjoyed it

[ForAllOfThis]

Why didn't we kill AS?

& God damn your meta notes AS. I sent in Sylar by the way. Why didn't you kill night one roband?

[AngrySquirrel]

Holy pants!

More serious comment coming up when I find a computer.

[t1mm01994]

Wheeeeee I died too early... Should have claimed D4, for which my role was designed.

[b.i.o]

Aha, victory

The compulsive gambler was the role I sent, so I'm glad the odds tipped in my favor.

My terrible poetry D1 had absolutely nothing to do with my role.

Why didn't we kill AS?

Yeah, I was wondering that. AS said she received information, and it seemed to me it was pretty obvious I'd been the one to give her that information.

[mpolo]

I was kind of assuming that the "gambler" power was a Christmas-related power, which I was immune to, since the flavor was always a party game before.

I probably should have killed AS, but wasn't thinking clearly, apparently.

Congratulations, town.

Thanks for the game, Misnomer.

[roband]

Why didn't we kill AS?

& God damn your meta notes AS. I sent in Sylar by the way. Why didn't you kill night one roband?

That's when I was ill, and completely fucking forgot about the game...

Managed to avoid suspicion the next day, somehow, but then got NKd Who did that?

[tastelikecoke]

Same question, who did the NKs? I was planning to be at my best as a mafia player last Christmas, but then I died. (Hope it's not part of my role that I missed :<)

[ConMan]

The description of "Action Hero" as P-PGO-Creator is roughly accurate - I chose someone to jail each night, and anyone targeting them would "explode". D1, I targeted FAOT, but apparently no-one targeted him D2, I targeted AS, and I take it that FAOT was unlucky enough to pick on her that night.

[mpolo]

Same question, who did the NKs? I was planning to be at my best as a mafia player last Christmas, but then I died. (Hope it's not part of my role that I missed :<)

Since I sent in your role, we knew that you could be at practice on any night, so scum did not try to kill you.

[t1mm01994]

Still wondering: Who the heel's birthday was it I was informed of?

[Misnomer]

Still wondering: Who the heel's birthday was it I was informed of?

Nobody's - I picked a random date out of thin air. Your role provided you with both real and junk info. For example, had you been able to go through with your N2 investigation, you would have been told that your target's alignment, and also that they liked raspberry ripple icecream.

[t1mm01994]

Gee, that'd been a fun confession... Or the moment afterwards. "Guys, surely one of you likes raspberry ice?"