The crowd brings forth Rictus.
Really? Well, I suppose all of his preachy crap about the Prophets would get old after a millennia or two. I can think of a few people I would have selected first, but, alas I am, if nothing, one who abides by the wishes of the people.
Rictus slumps to the ground.
Now, onto other matters, one among you has implored me for a favor, one which I will grant, because I to like R names.
Ryvvn appears in front of the crowd.
Ryvvn, I trust that the bath houses and geishas of 18th century Japan on Earth were enjoyable. I trust that you looked sufficiently human to pass, the subtly green skin notwithstanding. Nevertheless, you have them to thank for bringing you back to this rock.
Finally, today was dull and boring. You barely spoke. Well, tomorrow, we will not have such boredom. As your elected leaders are aware, I gave them a choice between two tests today. Well, the leaders spoke and *smap* the life form of El-Adrel is here. He may be contained for now, but I do have to feed him every day. Today you will elect your champion and he (or she) will fight the beast tonight. If your champion can defeat the beast, I’ll allow him to choose another to be removed from our little game, permanently.
The days grow short and cold. The electrical storms never seem to abate here... wherever here is.
All Q would say is this is a former mining colony. No matter, I just need to get off this rock. The loss of Rictus this evening only excacerbates the need for us to settle this and figure out what Q wants.
I must sleep now, until tomorrow.
San thumbed through his PADD working on log entries. This was going to make great press for his next campaign. He was sure to get moved on to a real committee as soon as he got off this rock. That’s right, no more “Cultural Heritage Committee” for this guy.
5 figures shrouded in black robes appeared at the entrance to San’s little cave without his knowledge and approached. As San put the finishing touches on that log entry, they grabbed him and threw him to the lifeform from El-Adrel. Nothing remained by morning except for his tattered human clothing.
BlindSniper83 was not at the morning discussion. He was found in his bed, much like Ozymandias before him. No one knows what to make of these strange conditions.
Blindsniper83 is removed from play for Day 4, he may not be voted against, mauled or otherwise targeted
Ryvvn has returned from where no man has gone before
Rictus’ Role PM wrote:You are a Bajoran crew member of a Federation vessel.
You must trust in the wisdom of the Prophets, that is clearly the only explanation for your presence here. Draw on what you learned in the Shakaar resistance cell and defend yourself. [You have a weapon]
- You may draw on the Wisdom of the prophets to divine the true nature of a player. You may not use this ability on consecutive nights.
- For each Cardassian that you have a role in killing, your powers will be upgraded.
[You have a weapon]
San’s Role PM wrote:You are a mid-level lackey in the Federation. While you served time in Starfleet in order to pad that ever important resume, you did your service and got out. That hasn’t stopped you from recounting the battles on the Cardassian front, mind you! Furthermore, as the only Federation politician in this game, you have the following abilities,
- Once per game you may declare a lynch “Invalid” and nullify the vote, the otherwise lynched player will survive and be immune from a potential lynch the next day
- It wouldn’t look very good for the federation if you were a killing vote on another player though, so don’t do that. In fact, don’t be the last vote on any player!
[You do not have a weapon]