NOTW XLVIII -- The DOOM Project, Episode II: The Orphans of Oblivion [Game Thread]

[Optical]

Oh, and Move: JINR Infiltration.

 

[Nintz]

ATPG came right out and said that he should probably be lynched, that he has negative discretion, and isn't an asset unless he personally tracks down half the Mafia in the game. I don't know him real well, but saying you're the best lynch vote and then backing it up strikes me as a very poor scum maneuver. Of course, I could be completely wrong.

It could be a Jack Sparrow style double bluff, where he tells the truth without thinking we may actually believe him.

I'm just very confused by him right now.

 

[choxorn]

It's exactly the sort of thing ATPG would do. And exactly the sort of thing ATPG wouldn't do. And exactly the sort of thing that is a superposition between what ATPG would and wouldn't do.

 

[Nintz]

Hence why I gave up and went No Lynch.

My gut says townie, my mind says scum. I can't make a decision.

 

[Askthepizzaguy]

Well I am townie, but that doesn't matter. People can assign any kind of scummy reasoning to my behavior that they like, because I'm Askthepizzaguy therefore whatever argument, no matter how spurious, is a plausible-sounding reason to lynch me.

Never mind that it is absurd on the face of it, and it is something that I would never do as scum. People will still get away with making the argument that Oh, It's Pizzaguy, So You Never Know.

So I shall make an early exit from the game, and shame on those players for such crappy reasoning. Hope you guys have fun, though- looks interesting to me.

 

[choxorn]

Oh, sithspit. Don't give me that. You play that "Screw this, I'm outta here" card so much and you never mean it. You don't get to try to make us pity you when you were just acting like a total arrogant jerk a few pages ago. Nice try, Mr. Chancellor, but I know you're really the Sith Lord behind that face, just waiting to scream "UNLIMITED POWWEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!" and Force Lightning all of us.

 

[JohannaK]

Once the impossible is discarded, whatever is left, as improbable as it may be, is the solution.

 

[Askthepizzaguy]

Oh, sithspit. Don't give me that. You play that "Screw this, I'm outta here" card so much and you never mean it. You don't get to try to make us pity you when you were just acting like a total arrogant jerk a few pages ago.

That should have been your tip-off that I was not the scums you're looking for.

When I am scum, I manipulate you guys better. It's called playing the diplomacy game.

I'm not at all concerned with such a game, here. I was freely acting annoyed by you people for being boneheaded with such asinine reasoning.

Let me go to my grave with that on my tombstone. You're a bunch of knuckleheads, and you deserve the mislynch in progress, because you were given every possible opportunity to spot it as being obviously dumb.

 

[choxorn]

Okey dokey. Wait, which one did you want on your tombstone?

 

[JohannaK]

I think "His balls were made of the crystals used in lightsabers" will be a nice epitaph.

 

[SouthernKing]

I cannot help but feel that we are going in circles here. Just lynch ATPG and get on with it.

 

[JohannaK]

Link to video.

 

[Buddhafish]

So, how about that mission?

How many do we have on Bogota? If its not enough we need everyone to attempt to switch off. I know it sounds like the exact opposite strategy than the one i proposed for JINR, but it's the one we need to adopt for now. It's not a top-priority mission, and chances are the 'monsters' are more spawn. I have a feeling that we haven't seen the last of them, and bogota won't be the last opportunity to fight them.

If we could get a quick count on that, that'd be great.

 

[Dreadnought]

Todmorden, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom
December 20, 2014
2100 Hours Local Time​

Visorslash wrapped his left arm around the paper grocery bag and used his right hand to push open the shop door, causing a familiar bell to ring as he did so. As he stepped outside, a clap of thunder echoed across the Night, shaking the store's windows and acting as a warning of the inbound rain storm.

With his free hand, Visorslash checked the time on his cell phone before proceeding homeward. He moved at an uncharacteristically slow pace, especially considering the incoming rain.

Visorslash didn't care much about such trivial things anymore. Life was entirely different after Mauritania. He had died there. The bullet hit him before he could hear the gun discharge, and then all there was...

...was nothing. Nothing he could remember. Darkness? Or was it merely the holes in his memory that created the darkness?

The only thing he remembered was a voice in the void: I will find you.

Visorslash shook his head in an attempt to physically jostle the thoughts out of his mind. He sighed and readjusted the grip on his grocery bag before continuing the journey home, with an unadjusted slow stride.

As he arrived home, he pushed open the small gate along the walkway and took a few steps towards his front door, his free hand moving towards his pockets to retrieve his keys. As he did so, however, he heard a familiar voice whisper to him from the shadows:

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

Visorslash recognized the voice immediately. "Why do you care?" he asked, as his free hand moved discreetly towards the snub nose revolver hidden along his belt.

"There are some men inside waiting for you. They've been told to kill you."

"What? By who?"

There was a brief pause before he got a response: "Is there a place we can talk?"

"Give me a reason to not shoot you where you stand."

"You've lost some of your charm, Visorslash. But, I am unarmed and alone, and I have no insidious intentions. I can give you many reasons not to, if you'd just listen to me."

Visorslash sighed. "Do you have a car?"

"I do."

* * * * *

PLAYER VOTE MOVE PURCHASES
Askthepizzaguy --BLUFORCodenameRazor No Lynch Bogota
BSmith1068 --BLUFORCodenameGoose Zack Bogota
Buddhafish --BLUFORCodenameRomeo askthepizzaguy JINR
Choxorn --BLUFORCodenamePlatinum askthepizzaguy JINR
classical_hero --BLUFORCodenameFortress No Lynch JINR SCUBA
dcmort93 --BLUFORCodenamePatriot No Lynch Bogota
JoanK --BLUFORCodenameWolf No Lynch Barot House SCUBA
johnhughthom --BLUFORCodenamePython askthepizzaguy JINR
Mat93 --BLUFORCodenameSaber
NinjaCow64 --BLUFORCodenameFox askthepizzaguy Barot House SCUBA
Nintz --BLUFORCodenameKing No Lynch JINR SCUBA
Optical --BLUFORCodenameCipher Nintz JINR Knife
Ravus_Sol --BLUFORCodenameUltra askthepizzaguy JINR SCUBA
robbiecon --BLUFORCodenameFang JoanK
Seon --BLUFORCodenameBuffalo No Lynch Bogota SCUBA
SouthernKing --BLUFORCodenameFelix askthepizzaguy JINR
Takhisis --BLUFORCodenameScipio askthepizzaguy JINR
Visorslash --BLUFORCodenameGhost askthepizzaguy Bogota
Zack --BLUFORCodenameSpoon askthepizzaguy JINR

Because askthepizzaguy has 3 more votes than the next option (No Lynch)...

askthepizzaguy was Lynched!

Spoiler :

He was Neutral! He was represented by the character Verarde.

18/20 Operatives Reporting for Duty

BSmith1068 -- BLUFOR Codename Goose
Buddhafish -- BLUFOR Codename Romeo
Choxorn -- BLUFOR Codename Platinum
classical_hero -- BLUFOR Codename Fortress
dcmort93 -- BLUFOR Codename Patriot
JoanK -- BLUFOR Codename Wolf
johnhughthom -- BLUFOR Codename Python
Mat93 -- BLUFOR Codename Saber
NinjaCow64 -- BLUFOR Codename Fox
Nintz -- BLUFOR Codename King
Optical -- BLUFOR Codename Cipher
Ravus_Sol -- BLUFOR Codename Ultra
robbiecon -- BLUFOR Codename Fang
Seon -- BLUFOR Codename Buffalo
SouthernKing -- BLUFOR Codename Felix
Takhisis -- BLUFOR Codename Scipio
Visorslash -- BLUFOR Codename Ghost
Zack -- BLUFOR Codename Spoon


Askthepizzaguy -- Neutral Codename Razor -- Lynched D2
Spaceman98 -- BLUFOR Codename Dragon -- Arrested N1

 

[Dreadnought]

Time until Night 2 ends: [TIMER="6/22/2013 1:01 PM EDT ; Night 2 is over."][/TIMER]

 

[Dreadnought]

Monaco, Monaco
December 24, 2014
0900 Hours Local Time​

Choxorn and JoanK cruised down the A8 highway, taking full advantage of the power offered by their Ferrari 458 Italia. Utilizing the road's multiple lanes, they dodged slower vehicles with uncanny precision as they approached the address given for Dr. Barot's home.

"ETA, five minutes," Choxorn confirmed from his onboard GPS, as JoanK loaded his silenced Beretta. "We're getting in and out. No loitering."

"Roger," JoanK confirmed. "What about Mat93?"

"He's handling logistics."

The drive to Monaco was uneventful, although the shoreline countryside provided a pleasant view to break the monotony of the commute to work. The Ferrari's 562 housepower V8 proved more than adequate for the drive, allowing the duo to travel with an average speed of more than 160 km/h. It helped that they checked the police profile beforehand and ascertained that there wouldn't be any speed traps for this section of the road.

As they neared the Barot home, Choxorn casually parked the car a few houses down the street. Both operatives exited the vehicle simultaneously and approached the Barot residence, adjusting their ties as they did so.

Mat93's voice cracked through the radio as they neared the door. "Sector's clear, I swept it myself."

JoanK knocked on the front door twice. A woman answered.

"Good evening, ma'am," JoanK began. "We're here to inquire about Dr. Barot's whereabouts--"

"You're friends were already here," she announced impatiently.

"Pardon me?" JoanK asked.

"Your coworkers have already searched the premises and took the necessary evidence. They said they wouldn't bother the family anymore."

"Of course, our apologies," Choxorn lied. "They were from the Compagnie, correct?"

"No," she replied. "The Interior Intelligence. They had the prerequisite paperwork. I assumed you knew. It's not a problem, is it? I could--"

"No need to panic, ma'am," JoanK said quickly. He held up a copy of forged paperwork. "We'd like to have a look all the same, though."

She beckoned the duo in. "Sure, sure. Just, please, make it quick."

* * * * *

Moscow, Russia
December 24, 2014
1100 Hours Local Time​

dcmort93 and spaceman98 cautiously entered the Joint Institute for Nuclear Research, their fake identifications pinned to their suit coats.

"How's your Russian?" dcmort93 whispered.

"Fluent," spaceman98 responded.

Seon's voice then connected through the radio. "We have evac ready if you need it. Your aliases are rock solid, though."

dcmort93 approached the receptionist. He said in Russian: "Hello. We're here from CERN in regards to the Neutron Inducer. We should be expected."

The receptionist checked her logs. "Sorry, but we don't have you scheduled."

"Excuse me?" spaceman98 responded, feigning his impatience. "I suggest you check your logs again."

The receptionist appeared frazzled. "Please, uh...let me ask my manager," she muttered as she dialed her phone.

spaceman98, pleased with his acting, smirked discretely.

* * * * *

Soacha, Colombia
December 24, 2014
0200 Hours Local Time​

BSmith1068, Buddhafish, and Ninjacow64 knelt silently along the roadside, examining the tracks that lay before them.

"Have you seen anything like this before?" asked Buddhafish.

"Yes," responded BSmith. "It's bestial in nature, narrowing down our potential targets. Ninjacow, did you bring the silver bullets?"

Ninjacow nodded.

Buddhafish wasn't convinced. "Isn't it a new moon?"

BSmith replied, "Yes, but certain monsters don't play by the rules."

A roar of an engine signaled the approach of a truck. It slowed down as it passed them, eventually u-turning and returning towards them.

"Be careful," Ninjacow whispered. "We're in drug country."

The truck stopped several meters away, and several individuals stepped out from the vehicle. They were armed.

"Quién son ustedes?" one of the cartel members asked, his pistol pointed at BSmith.

"Habéis visto a estos pistas antes?" Ninjacow responded. He signaled to BSmith and Buddhafish: be ready.

"Está haciendo las preguntas equivocadas," the gang member exclaimed, cocking his weapon.

"Are they all infected?" asked Buddhafish in a silent tone.

"I have a hunch," BSmith whispered, discretely reaching towards the grenade cocked behind his back.

Be ready.

* * * * *

The receptionist's manager spoke into the phone softly. "Send them to my office."

After he hung up the call, he dialed a new number. "They are here."

"Delay them as long as possible. We're inbound."

"Affirmative."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," he beckoned. The door opened as spaceman98 and dcmort93 strolled into the office. "Let's see if we can solve your problem."

* * * * *

"Ponga sus manos en alto!" the drug soldier screamed. "Ahora!"

"Por qué no podemos hablar?" asked Ninjacow, delaying until BSmith's grenade fuse expired.

"Ahora!" the man shouted again, but at this point it was too late.

"Inbound!" BSmith exclaimed as he dropped the flashbang grenade, covering his face as he did so. The other two operatives followed suit.

The criminals were not as quick to react. They each let out a cry as they were blinded and deafened by the explosion. As they crumbled towards the ground, the operatives swung into action, drawing their silenced pistols and eliminated each enemy bogie; within two seconds, all eight of the drug cartel soldiers were shot.

Ninjacow checked their pulses. "They're not lycanthropes; I didn't have my silver loaded."

BSmith approached the truck. Climbing into the back, he discovered some of their illegal cargo and cut open a bag. "Seems like a pure shipment," he remarked, "but we still haven't found our mysterious creature of the night."

"They seemed overly protective in regards to the tracks," observed Buddhafish. "They knew a bit too much about them, methinks."

Ninjacow opened the driver side door of the truck. Along the dashboard was a GPS. Ninjacow tapped the Home button on it and recorded the address listed. "Let's go for a ride, shall we?"

* * * * *

"Gentlemen, I apologize for the inconvenience, but we were not prepared for your arrival. Please give me time to process your request," the manager lied.

spaceman98 and dcmort93 sat in the chairs opposite his desk. "Forgive me, but it shouldn't take this long to find such simple information. We have a return flight to catch," dcmort93 replied.

"One moment," the manager answered softly. As he did so, spaceman98 and dcmort93 heard Seon's voice transmit through their radio devices.

"Well boys, radio chatter is lighting up like no tomorrow. You've got bogies inbound to your position. You need to hurry up, then get the fúck out of there."

spaceman98's eyes met dcmort93's. Each pair of eyes conveyed the same question. What the hell are we supposed to do now?

* * * * *

The grenade exploded soon after flying through the window, erupting the sitting room in a mass of shock and shrapnel. The gang members sitting inside the room were instantly killed. Two of the drug soldiers, coming in from the kitchen, were knocked prone by the blast.

BSmith1068 kicked down the front door and locked his aim on those two men, killing them each with a bullet to the head. As Ninjacow and Buddhafish entered the house, the three operatives fell silent, cocking their heads to listen for any signs of movement.

After a brief delay, there was a crashing noise upstairs, following by the sound of talons scraping against the floorboards.

"There's our monster," Ninjacow muttered. The three mercenaries unloaded their pistols and reloaded them with special clips filled with silver bullets. "Pick your shots carefully. We've only got this one--"

Before he could finish, the ceiling above him caved in as a huge bestial creature tore through the floor, crashing onto the surprised soldiers below and knocking them prone from the force of the attack.

The werewolf charged towards Buddhafish. He rolled away, dodging the first attack, and desperately waved his hands along the floor in an attempt to find his pistol. The werewolf doubled back and leaped at him once more. Though he didn't find his pistol, he managed to grab hold of a pipe knocked free in the rubble. He struck the werewolf with resounding force across the head with a sickening crunch. Though the monster was visibly injured, it displayed no signs of slowing down, and tackled Buddhafish through the wall into the adjacent kitchen.

Buddhafish rolled again behind the table, using it as cover from the attacking beast. It tore through the wood with a single swipe of its claws and moved again towards Buddhafish, roaring with anticipation.

As it jumped, with its jaws opened and primed for the kill, BSmith emerged through the hole in the wall and, aiming his pistol with deadly accuracy, fired a single shot through the werewolf's head.

The monster was instantly killed, but the momentum of its charge sent it crashing into the backyard, shattering the windows and tearing a hole in the outside wall.

"Goddamn," Buddhafish muttered, as Ninjacow helped him to his feet.

* * * * *

Ravus Sol and robbiecon sat silently in the helicopter, awaiting their landing and the commencement of their mission.

"Remember, take them alive," their commander ordered. "But do whatever it takes to do so. You'll have the support of other police units on the ground once you get there."

One of the Russian police officers in the helicopter muttered, "Who the hell are we going after, anyway?"

"Terrorist suspects," a second one replied. "At the JINR."

The pilot turned in his seat and yelled over the sound of the engine, "We're landing in five. Load up."

* * * * *

spaceman98 spoke quickly. "Listen, are you going to help us or not?"

"Please, give me a moment to check the computer," the manager lied again.

dcmort93 responded, "Look, we've already said--"

Before he could finish, spaceman98 drew his silenced pistol and shot the manager through the head, sending his brains exploding outwards onto the wall behind him. The lifeless body slumped forwards in its chair, dripping blood onto the computer keyboard.

"Holy shít, spaceman," dcmort exclaimed softly. spaceman98 wasted no time in knocking the corpse to the ground and accessing the computer database.

After a brief moment of exploring the hard drive, spaceman98 announced, "They've sent the neutron inducer to the Russian navy. I can't find any detailed specifics."

"Doesn't matter," Seon yelled through the radio. "You've got police inbound in two minutes! Get out of there!"

As they left the office and strolled quickly through the reception area, the receptionist said, "I hope you got the help you needed."

"You could say we helped ourselves," dcmort93 quipped as he opened the front door and walked briskly towards their evac car.

 

[Dreadnought]

End of Night 2.​

The Missions at the JINR, the Barot House and Bogota were successful!

The following Mission Locations are available for movement orders:​

Blackwater Corporation
North Carolina, United States
Discretion Required: Very High (too high to estimate)
Wanted Level Increase: High
Reward: Superconductor
Notes: The Blackwater Corporation has acquired a Superconductor which they are utilizing for railgun research. There is no rush to infiltrate the corporation -- the Superconductor won't be going anywhere -- and perhaps it may be best to acquire more equipment before travelling here.

Russian Naval Headquarters
St. Petersburg, Russia
Discretion Required: High (~18+)
Wanted Level Increase: Moderate
Reward: Objectives Related Information, and each Operative will receive:4 Credits.
Notes: The Neutron Inducer has been transferred into the control of the Russian Navy. We have no idea where it currently is, and do not have the means of identifying where it could be. We have to get inside their networks and personally track down the data before we can move to secure the device itself.

DCRI Headquarters
Paris, France
Discretion Required: Moderate (~10+)
Wanted Level Increase: Moderate
Reward: Objectives Related Information, and each Operative will receive: 4 Credits.
Notes: The French intelligence sector has commandeered some vital hardware and information in regards to Dr. Barot's current whereabouts. If we are to succeed in finding the Fusion Stabilizer, we must first obtain these pieces of evidence.

Zombie Outbreak
Moroto, Uganda
Discretion Required: Moderate (~10+)
Wanted Level Increase: Low
Reward: Each Operative will receive: 7 Credits.
Notes: A category III zombie outbreak has occurred in the Ugandan wilderness. If not dealt with, it has the capacity to grow exponentially and destabilize the entire region. We must purge the area of any existing zombies in order to contain the contamination.
This Mission is not Objectives Related.

The Safehouse
Mosul, Iraq
The "abstain" option, the equivalent of choosing not to go on any Mission.

There are two items for sale on the Black Market:​

Spoiler :

AK-47: +3 Strength. This item will be sold in an auction style format. Let the bidding begin at 4 credits.

Digital Multitool: +2 Discretion. Cost: 4 Credits. This item will be sold to any player who buys it (not as an auction).

The Squad's Wanted Level is: Low.

Vote to Lynch a Player in Bold.
Provide a Movement Destination in Green.​

​

Housekeeping remarks: Keep in mind that things that have been posted may be subject to change in the next few hours.

 

[Dreadnought]

18/20 Operatives Reporting for Duty

BSmith1068 -- BLUFOR Codename Goose
Buddhafish -- BLUFOR Codename Romeo
Choxorn -- BLUFOR Codename Platinum
classical_hero -- BLUFOR Codename Fortress
dcmort93 -- BLUFOR Codename Patriot
JoanK -- BLUFOR Codename Wolf
johnhughthom -- BLUFOR Codename Python
Mat93 -- BLUFOR Codename Saber
NinjaCow64 -- BLUFOR Codename Fox
Nintz -- BLUFOR Codename King
Optical -- BLUFOR Codename Cipher
Ravus_Sol -- BLUFOR Codename Ultra
robbiecon -- BLUFOR Codename Fang
Seon -- BLUFOR Codename Buffalo
SouthernKing -- BLUFOR Codename Felix
Takhisis -- BLUFOR Codename Scipio
Visorslash -- BLUFOR Codename Ghost
Zack -- BLUFOR Codename Spoon


Askthepizzaguy -- Neutral Codename Razor -- Lynched D2
Spaceman98 -- BLUFOR Codename Dragon -- Arrested N1

Time until Day 3 ends: [TIMER="6/24/2013 11:59 PM EST ; Day 3 is over."][/TIMER]

This deadline may or may not be extended depending on if all the stat PMs are sent now.

 

[classical_hero]

Currently we don't have enough information to lynch anyone this time, so we should do a no lynch today unless we can get more info. There are three worthy objectives for us to try and go to. For each objective we should try and get above the required discretion needed for each plan. This is a bit risky but we should mention our discretion level so that we can organise better and make sure we have enough discretion for each mission.So I am thinking we go 11 each for the last two missions and possibly 21 for the Russian expedition, just to make certain. I am going to Uganda to fight off the Zombie outbreak because right now I need some cash, plus it is a problem that could get bigger if left alone.

Currently I have 4 discretion so that leaves 7 more for the mission to succeed.

Vote:no lynch
Buy:Digital multi-tool
Move:Zombie Outbreak

 

[choxorn]

Methinks we don't have enough discretion to do all three of those missions, not unless buying the multi-tool would give us the bonus when we do them.