Night of the Werewolves XXX Sign Up Thread

Introduction

Hello and welcome to Night of the Werewolves XXX. Please sign-up as long as you can be active enough to participate! If you are new to these types of games feel free to ask me any of the questions you might have. If you have any other questions or concerns contact me as well. Also I would recommend checking out the information thread. This game isn’t set in Fall From Heaven.

Night of the Werewolves XXX: Dark Radiance

It was a bright and windy day outside Outpost B-11, one of Thrane’s newest bases, located high up in the mountains far away from any towns or cities, next to the border of Lothair territory. Most of the outpost’s staff was going about their normal duties, but for the Commander of the outpost today was anything but normal. He was with a doctor and the medic in the medical room awaiting his sentencing.

“So has there been any improvement since the surgery?” inquired the male doctor, the one that had been flown in from the capitol.

“Nope, none at all,” the Commander grimly replied.

“Hmm,” was all that the doctor replied.

“So, do you have any other leads as to what could be causing this?” This time it was the outpost’s resident medic.

The doctor picked up a small tube filled with blood. He uneasily re-examined it for a few seconds despite the fact he had already knew everything about it that he ever was going to find out. “Well…” the lights flicked for a second which caused him to pause. His momentary lapse of composure over, he then continued, “no there is nothing else that I can think of that could fit the description. I’m sorry, but I believe that there is nothing else that I can do for you right now, and so I must return to my post at the capitol within the next few days. I will have the samples I have taken from you sent to a dedicated laboratory; maybe they will be able to find what ails you.” He then began packing his things as the Commander watched in silence, his expression unreadable. When the doctor was finished, he awkwardly bowed himself out of the room with an apologetic expression on his face. He then headed off to make preparations to leave the next day in his passenger biplane.

Back inside, the medic headed over to a cabinet, took out a box and brought it back to the Commander who remained in stunned silence. She handed the box to him saying, “Take these. They should at least help a bit.” He wordlessly took it. The Commander sat there for a long time; his expression was blank, but the Medic could tell that he was in deep thought. Then suddenly he stood up, grimacing as he did, and exclaimed, “I have already been sick for a month, and I do not know how much longer I will remain like this. It is time I have a talk with Deputy Commander Frozen.” He shuffled out of the room as fast as he could go in his state, with the medic looking on with a worried look on her face.

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The Raw Recruit Benson woke with a start. He’d been having a bad dream, but he couldn’t remember what it was. It was still very dark inside his living quarters, but then again it nearly always was as his room had no windows. Benson rolled over in bed to get a good look at his clock to get an accurate time. “It’s only five!” he exclaimed. “Damn, I could have slept for a whole extra hour.” But it was too late for him; he was already wide awake so he decided he might as well get up now.

It was then that he recalled what day it was: the second anniversary, if one could call it that, of what had become to be known as the Disaster, the incident that took about a million lives over in the neighboring country Lothair. Everyone blamed Thrane’s military for what happened that day. Thrane and Lothair had once been one nation simply known as Thrane about a century ago, but then there was a bloody civil war that gave Lothair its independence. Relations eventually returned to relative normalcy over the next decade or two, but it was common knowledge that many of Thrane’s elite wanted to extract revenge eventually. Most people thought this was President Tiranto’s ultimate goal.

Thrane had been a democratic nation for quite a while. A number of years ago, that began to change when the same man began to win the presidential elections over and over. It was President Charles Tiranto, a man known for being dogmatic and aggressive in the assertion of the truth of his policies. He had been an outspoken advocate of the enlargement of Thrane’s military in order to raise the country’s standings among the more powerful countries of the world. He was always kept in check by political rivals however, but with each election he won the number of rivals still opposing him dwindled. Some just lost all popular support, while others had to deal with suspiciously convenient (for Tiranto) scandals. He had done great things for the country which made him popular with some groups, but others feared he was becoming too radical and autocratic.

In the most recent election, Tiranto faced his last major political opponent, a man named John Ribelle. Ribelle had a large group of public supporters, and the backing of a lot of politicians, but sure enough he lost the election. Immediately there were accusations of voting fraud, but Tiranto had all objections quickly silenced. Soon after his defeat, Ribelle mysteriously vanished, and he has not been heard from since. With all stiff resistance gone, President Tiranto has solidified his power, and the military has been enlarged just as he wished.

It was just two years ago when an enormous explosion went off right next to Lothair’s capital. The entire city was leveled nearly instantly, with innumerably high casualties. The oddest part, however, was that there were reports of people that had survived the blast had became mutated in gruesome ways. Rumors had been spreading for quite some time that even the wildlife within a large radius of the blast had been transformed. There have even been many reports that some of the creatures were mutated into dangerous beasts that had been harassing the remaining locals of the area. In any event, a large portion of southern Lothair is now a no man’s land, where only the numerous new marauder groups that have popped up in the region reside.

Thrane’s government and military claimed from the beginning that they had nothing to do with it, but almost right afterward they reinstated the draft for the first time since the civil war, and went on a spree of building new bases along its borders. A new government for Lothair was instituted almost immediately after the incident, but they have remained largely quiet. “What does it all mean and how does it all fit together?” the Raw Recruit routinely asked himself. He, along with many others of both nations, had been pondering these events for a long time, but he had still not thought of an answer that satisfied him.

Just then a loud whistle awoke Benson from his thoughts and the sound of screeching metal reverberated throughout the outpost. He could hear moaning coming from the quarters next to him and from across the hall. In a few seconds the whole soldiers’ corridor was wide awake. “Ah, the supply train is here. It looks like I would have been woken up anyway,” he said aloud. Despite some complaining, everyone prepared to head outside and help unload the train. Because of the freezing temperatures, Benson put on his heavy winter gear, but he knew he would be freezing even with it on. He began to head to the entrance with the other soldiers following behind him, many of them yawning with their eyes half closed. Just then the lights all shut off completely. With all resistance gone, the darkness quickly swept its cloak over the entire outpost. Everyone paused.

Off in the distance he could hear the two technicians threatening the generator to turn back on. “You damn electrical generator always choosing the most inopportune moments to stop working!” the main technician shouted as he shook his fist menacingly. “I told them that using natural gas would be better, but they didn’t listen did they!” Then the lights came back on, almost as if the electrical generator was insulted that it could be out done by anything else. Audible breaths of relief echoed all around the raw recruit. In this day and age, the slightest unexpected mishaps made everyone tense and grip their weapons just that much more.

With the lights back on and the generator no longer malfunctioning, Benson and the other soldiers headed outside. The first thing Benson noticed was that it was snowing… again. It had been snowing for nearly the past week, and it was piling up to over a foot in many places; it was even visible that the looming mountains in the background held more snow than usual. “Ah the famed mountain snow season doesn’t disappoint. Frankly, I’m surprised the train was even able to make it up here,” Benson thought to himself. At the same time that his thought full finished expressing itself, he saw that just now the train had finished pulling into its small platform next to the outpost. Commander Frozen was there, already waiting for them.

Setting

As I already mentioned, this game won’t be set in Fall From Heaven, and instead it will be set in an original setting. If the setting of this game was forced into a genre it would be a sort of science fiction game set in the past. It is not a fantasy game per se mostly because magic is never the explanation for why anything happens. Everything can be explained by either the normal laws of science or by laws that are stretched but still vastly similar. Everything you need to know story wise about the setting can be found in part 2 of the opening story. The technology of the setting is about early to mid 20th Century.

Rules

Day and Night Cycle

The game will be split between days that are 48 hours and nights that are 24 hours. Execution and item voting will occur during the day, along with the normal public posting, where anything in character may be said. During the night, no public posting will be allowed. Private messaging can occur regardless of time of day. Some abilities can be used during day, some at night, or some both; check your character for specific details.

Unless otherwise noted, the current day or night will always end at 8:00 PM GMT-5. If I am unable to update at the normal time I will post so in the thread, which might cause the cycle to be extended.

Voting

Each player will have an execution vote during the day to determine who is executed at the end of that day. That vote can be freely changed as much as the player wishes until the end of the day. Each execution vote will count as one vote; normally, at the end of the day the player with the most votes is the one executed. Alternatively, a player could cast a support vote instead of the normal execution vote. Any player can support any other player, including themselves. A support vote will reduce the execution vote total for that player by one.

Also, each day the players will be notified if there any items up for vote. If there are, each player will have one vote for each item that is up for vote. Item votes work much the same as execution votes except the person with the most votes at the end of the day receives the item. There is no equivalent to support votes for the item vote. If a player wishes to proxy their vote privately off to another player they may do so. Just private message me with the name of which player your vote is to match.
Please try to keep all execution votes in character.

Items

There are quite a few items in this game. Some have specific functions while others only serve a story role. When a player dies, any items that player had will be revealed and put up for vote the following morning. A player may publicly reveal their item at any time and have it confirmed by the GM, but it will then be put up for vote the following morning. Make sure you’re ok with the possibility that you’ll lose the item before you publically reveal it.

A player may also show their item privately with another player; in that case, the player being shown the item will receive a private message containing a very brief description of the item. You can give an item to another player as well, as long they agree to it. Transfers will occur at the morning, midday, or evening updates.
As a special note: you can only get a strength boost from one weapon at a time. It is assumed you will be using the weapon with the highest bonus unless you tell me otherwise.

Injury

This Night of the Werewolves will use a modified version of the injury system introduced by Backwards Logic. Basically, there are all sorts of events that could result in a player becoming injured. Once injured, that player loses one strength and the use of their ability for two days. After those two days are up, the player regains their strength and the use of their ability. If an already injured player would be injured again, the time until they heal resets to two days; they don’t receive any other penalties.

Morale

I will be introducing a new twist on the sometimes used game mechanic of morale. Both innocents as a whole and the bad guys as a whole will have an overall morale level which will determine what effects the morale will have. The higher the overall morale level the more of an advantage that group will have. These overall morale levels can be changed by many things including deaths of players, the malfunctioning of the outpost’s lights, and many other factors and player abilities. The new overall morale level for the innocents will be posted in each morning update, while the bad guys will have their morale PMed to them. The seven possible levels, in order from worst to best, are: devastated, depressed, worried, ambivalent, encouraged, confident, and elated.

An individual’s morale can vary from the overall morale of his or her group though. Depending on the events your personal morale can be modified by “1 Level Over Normal”, “2 Levels Over”, etc. or alternately “1 Level Under”, “2 Levels Under”, etc. The main way to affect individual morale is to complete personal goals, though there will be other ways as well. For example, if the innocents had a general morale of ambivalent and you had a morale modifier of 2 Levels Over Normal, your morale would be “Confident”. No matter how many levels under or over you are you can’t get lower than devastated, or higher than elated. Most characters will start with a morale level of “Normal”, but some could start off with a modifier.

Structures

This game will also feature structures prominently. These structures could be of many different types but the most common type will be doors. If a door is locked, only a player with the key that specifically goes with that door will be able to enter or exit the room that the door blocks as they please. Any doors or blocked off entrances will be noted publically in the following way in the thread (this is just an example):

Name: Outpost’s Main Door
Status: Locked; Reinforced

Name gives the name of the door or otherwise blocked off entrance. In the status line, whether the door is locked or unlocked will be noted, as well as the physical shape of the door (i.e.: Reinforced, In Perfect Shape, etc.) Any changes in a structure’s shape will be updated each morning. Other structures will be noted in the same way except without saying locked or unlocked, and with an additional “purpose” line describing the structure’s, well, purpose. Here’s an example:

Name: Electrical Generator
Status: In Perfect Shape
Purpose: The Generator is the source of power for the outpost.

Communication Etiquette

Following these rules can make the game more fun for all involved, so please follow them as best you can.

Please try to keep OOC (out of character) talking to a minimum. If you feel like you are really compelled to say something out of character, please post it in this sign up thread. Two other types of public posts that should be kept to a minimum are night posts in the thread and posts from the dead. An occasional witty one-liner here or there is ok, but please DO NOT post any information at night or after you are dead!
Another thing to avoid is the direct copying and pasting of private messages. Please do not copy and paste, or even quote word for word, private messages (or IM conversations) you get from other players in the thread or in a pm to a third party. Instead you may summarize or paraphrase. The main exception here is that if both you and the third party were recipients of the original message (aka you were both sent the message you are quoting) then direct quoting is ok. NEVER quote a GM’s message or quote it word for word.

Finally, if you all could forward your private messages to me that would be helpful. I can promise you they won’t be used against you or anything, it just makes it a lot easier for me to follow what is going on in the game. Otherwise I will probably end up more clueless than all of the players about what the heck is going on, and that is no fun for me.

Activity

Every character is vitally important and just one person being inactive could spell defeat for his or her faction. Please make sure you have enough time to participate in this game before signing up. If you appear inactive without warning for a period of three in game days or so I will try to have you replaced by a reserve. If you are actually just laying low you will probably want to message me saying so. You have been warned.

Character Stats

All of the character PMs will have the following:

Player: The name of the player (i.e. your name).
Character: The public title of the character along with that character’s gender.
Victory Condition: The character’s victory condition. This is what you should strive for most. The standard victory condition is “Innocent Victory”.
Strength: The first number is your base strength without any modifiers. The second number in parenthesis is your actual strength after all modifiers are taken into account.
Morale: The character’s starting morale level modifier. (For example: Normal, 1 Over Normal, 1 Under Normal, etc.)
Ability: The name of the character’s ability, followed by a description of that ability. Not every character will have one.
Item(s): A list of the character’s starting items.
Personal Goal: The character’s secondary goal. Along with the victory condition, this is also something you should try to complete.

Sign Ups - Still Taking Reservists!

If you’ve made it this far you’re almost there. Currently I have 32 characters designed, but before I’ll start the minimum I’d like is for 32 players and 2 reserves. If there is enough demand though, I can go all the way up to 36 players. Now just post in the thread, creatively incorporating “in” (if you wish) to be a part of the game. I haven’t really decided yet on when this game will start. I am trying to decide between starting it in December or waiting till after New Years.

All the characters will be assigned randomly in this game, except for two special characters. If you wish to play as one of the special characters, you should know that they will have a different experience from what is considered normal for a Night of the Werewolves game, so they might not be for you. Additionally, you MUST be active to play as one them. Anyone signing up a normal role shouldn’t be worried however; trust me when I say even though they are called normal, most, if not all, of these characters are quite special in their own ways.

Special Characters (2):
1. CCRunner
2. Stuck in Pi

Sign Ups (32):
1. CivGeneral
2. TheLastOne36
3. Autolycus
4. bestrfcplayer
5. Winston Hughes
6. sprig
7. Nictel
8. civplayah
9. Love
10. Seon
11. Stee
12. Diamondeye
13. TheForestAuro
14. Choxorn
15. Methos
16. Backwards Logic
17. Blame
18. Icekommander
19. rhawn
20. Beefy187
21. Vandal Warlord
22. Khazaar
23. Catharsis
24. Csargo
25. The Lemon
26. askthepizzaguy
27. Renata
28. j65536d
39. PaulusIII
30. MadFatty


Reserves (Unlimited):
1. RRRaskolnikov
2. Krill
3.


Well that’s everything, if you have any questions, concerns, or contributions to make about any part of NotW XXX please post it here in this thread or privately contact me.

Continuation of introduction story:

Commander Frozen had been in charge for about three months now, since the moment the Sick Ex-Commander stepped down. “It really was tragic,” Benson thought as he continued his leisurely pace over to the train. He’d heard the rumors, heck he and pretty much the whole outpost had watched the guy back when he was well enough to do shooting practice. The Ex-Commander was amazing; that was the only way to put it. It wasn’t surprising at all that there were rumors that the Versatile Defense Force, the elite of the elite of Thrane’s military, had been considering recruiting him; but the poor guy was still sick.

“Just don’t stand there Raw Recruit, get over here and lend a hand!” Commander Frozen’s words yanked Benson out of his thoughts and back into reality.

“Sorry sir!” Benson hurried over to the platform, where everyone else already was, and began unloading the crates from one of the two cars. As he did so he noticed only three people exited the train. “They have been having less and less people staff these trains recently. I wonder where all the other people the military drafted have ended up?” he pondered. Two people from the train then went over to the Commander to introduce themselves, and as they did Benson listened in, though he made it look like he was still fully concentrating on his work.

They both saluted to the Commander, and one of them, the woman, introduced her party. “It’s nice to meet you Sir. I’m the Conductor, this is the Train Guard,” she pointed to man beside her, “and that, is the Deliveryman,” this time pointing to the man that had joined the soldiers in unloading the train.

The Commander smiled, then motioned for them to be at ease and responded “You can call me Commander Frozen. I expect everything went smoothly enough on the trip up here?”

“Well, Commander Frozen, we had a heck of a trip up here,” the Conductor replied.

“Oh? Does that have something to do with the weather?”

“Yeah, a good portion of the tracks have shovel loads of snow on them. I mean, the train can handle a good bit, but there was almost too much snow in many areas. The ice patches were especially bad; we nearly ran off the tracks a few times.” It was at that time that the Communications Officer cried out in alarm, and began tearing through the content of each crate quickly, as if she was looking for something valuable she had lost. Many people stopped what they were doing and stared dumb founded at the growing commotion.

A worried expression rapidly spread on the Commander’s face, but for the moment he turned back to the Conductor and suggested, “Well, it seems like the weather is only going to get worse for a while, so why don’t you three stay here until the storms blow over?”

“Sure, that’d be fine. No point in trying to go back now; we’d be putting our lives in serious jeopardy.”

The Commander was about to reply, but the Communications Officer began to shout wildly. “There is no ammunition! I saw that there were no crates marked ‘ammunition’ so I just checked all of them, and sure enough there wasn’t any in all of them! I made it clear to the supply crew at HQ that we needed more and yet you people didn’t check to see if you were sending any!” the officer turned accusingly towards the three that had come from the train.

At the officer’s words the Deliveryman stopped what he was doing and took out a folded paper from his pocket. “Ah ma’am, I’ve got the supply list right here, and according to this you did not even mention that Outpost B-11 needed any more ammunition when you sent in the supply request.”

The Communications Officer stormed over to the Deliveryman and took the paper from his hand saying, “Let me see that. I know for a fact that I requested more ammunition.” After scanning it for a few moments she stuffed it into her pocket, mumbling to herself as she did so.

“Well, since we are now low on ammo,” the Commander spoke up, “we have to conserve what we have left as much as possible. We need to remember that we could be attacked at any moment and we need to be ready in case such an event ever occurs. As such all training exercises are put on indefinite hold, and I will be asking many of you to return your guns to the arsenal; at least until the next ammunition shipment arrives. Now, everyone, finish unloading these crates. That’s a order. In the mean time I have some things I have to do.” With that, the Commander headed off back to the outpost. His response to the unexpected event had been calm and calculated, but his face betrayed his true thoughts.

*Ahem*



GeINtelmen!

Hmm... I'll take one of the special guys!

IN

ten INing chars

You only need five chairs now .

There seems to be much internal confusion in the nation of Thrane

I'll be in.

I guess I'll take a special character.

And with that, both the special characters are gone. Remember though you two need to be active, and you should expect something a little out of the ordinary when the game starts.

I'm in.

'in' too deep.

in sounds interesting!

in, I should definitely have time for this game.

In. Unique 'morale' concept!

Last game with a modern setting was awesome. I'm in.

In. I will not miss NotW.

Tentatively in -- I'd strongly prefer a start in the new year, but that's just me. Put me down at the end of the list or as a reserve for now.