Fine then, I'm back online (exam's on Wednesday!). I'm doing the update on my other game, I've already pre-written a bit of an intro so I'll send Role PMs (aAskthepizzaguy is always the mafia) and so on.
THE RED SCARE Hamletsville, somewhere in the US Midwest, 1953.
A wormhole deposited a number of people accusing each other baselessly and pulling each other by the hair, accusing each other of being part of nefarious Italian groupings and/or Japanese-animated Ninjutsu-practising Undead Messianic Corsairs.
They only realised where they were when one of them spotted and started reading a small memorial plaque by the roadside.
We, the people, are free. We are THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (#1), the home of freedom, guns, and democracy. Kickers of Commie Ass.
'Good heavens! It's 1953!'
Some of them had pinko Dimmacrat sentimentalities that would've made Jimmy Carter seem rightwing back (later?) in the '70s. Others were almost European in their Lefto worldview. They scattered while looking for something to eat, Out of these, many were drawn to the People's Restaurant in Main Square, with its mysterious cheap prices and solidarity. But most of them converted in the town square, where the sheriff, flanked by his deputies, was speaking:
We may have just saved Korea and the Soviet leader Stalin may be dead, but his brainwashed minions and sychophants are very much alive, and they've recently doubled down.
We have received word that enemy Soviet agents have infiltrated our homeland. We must not crumble, or the free world shall fall to them. They won't get nothin', and as I was told by a veteran returning from Korea, we must put a foot up Commie ass before it's too late. It doesn't matter where you come from, whether you're an Italian-American, an Irish paddy, or even friggan' Godzilla, 's long as you ain't done wrong the flag. And Communism do wrong the flag. The penalty for such treason is death by hanging, and this we shall apply every day until all traitors have been rooted out. Now, I know that none of y'all old hands can be no Communists, but there are dozens of newcomers right here in this village
(At this the sheriff pointed, and the villagers locked every single one of them out-of-towners in that their town in a huge barn by Ol' Colman's farm)
and we'll only let 'em all out when they've shown us enough Commie bodies as proof of them being real 'Murican patriots!
And so it would be, that the prisoners in the barn would be only fed boiled skinless chicken for as long as it took, allowing one of them to be led outside each dusk and hanged by the neck until he died, so help him God, until evil had been cleansed from this town.
Spoiler:
ALIVE: 29
Autolycus
azzaman333
BigTin
BSmith1068
Buddhafish
cardith_lorda
classical_hero
Darth Feather
Double A
Dreadnought
Dumanios
Jarrema
JoanK
Kennigit
Lambda Ignaceae
MartinLuther
Mat93
mechaerik
NinjaCow64
Optical
Qgqqqqq
robbiecon
SamSniped
sirtommygunn
SouthernKing
spaceman98
Terran Emperor
The Black Knigh
topsecret
Visorslash
DEAD: 2
Gone 3 the Celt, heart torn out by a 'robot' on Day One. He was Town in Zack's sub-game.
Xenoneb, carved to death with a machete on Night One. He was Town in Zack's sub-game.
Optical, brained by a fallen petunia on Day Two. He was Town in choxorn's sub-game.
Buddhafish, explosively decompressed on Night Two. He was Town in choxorn's sub-game.[/color][/FONT]
SamSniped, dismembered by a bear on Night Two. He was Town in choxorn's sub-game.[/color][/FONT]
It is now DAY THREE. The time remaining is [TIMER="4/25/2013, 1:00 AM UTC"]Over[/TIMER].
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