Werewolf XVIII - Would you like fries with your MURDER?

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As Ron Stephens locked the door to the House of Meat, he reflected on the past week. Getting things ready for the grand opening that was to take place the following day hadn’t been easy; it seemed like anything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Ron’s food supplier had pulled out at the last minute, some of the new employees appeared untrainable, and a few of his workers had quit altogether, citing “family emergencies”. An unusual group of long-haired weirdoes had pitched tents across the street and had been casting angry glances in Ron’s general direction all week.

Some people might have taken these occurrences as bad omens, but not Ron. He’d waited a long time to open his restaurant, and he wasn’t going to let a little bad luck and a few smelly hippies ruin his dream. No matter what happened, the House of Meat would open on schedule.

Roles:

Roles
Good guys

• Meat Heads (masons): These guys are passionate about meat. They’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the restaurant succeeds. In addition to knowing each other, they’ll also have the ability to submit the name of one individual to protect from the next day’s firing (like the old Magistrate role). They may not protect themselves unless Meat Heads are the only remaining good guys.
• Health Inspectors (seers/fools): Self explanatory
• Secret Shoppers (vigilantes): These people don't tolerate poor customer service, and will eliminate any who fail to perform their duties adequately. In this game, they’ll get the added advantage of getting the results of one random Health Inspector (seer or fool) check each night.
• Shift Supervisor (shamans): These individuals keep watch over their fellow employees, protecting one each night from harm.
• Butchers (hunters): Jumpy from too much time alone with the meat, these guys will make sure anyone who attacks them gets what is coming to them.
• Lardasses (preachers): These fat bastards visit the restaurant way too often. Every time they drop in for a meal, they fill out another comment card, thus their votes count 3 times in the tally.
• Lucky Stiff: Self explanatory

Bad guys

• Wolfe, Inc. (werewolves): A small group dedicated to destroying Ron’s House of Meat
• Hippies (mafia): These folks are hardcore vegetarians, and they missed the memo about hippies being non-violent.
• Pothead (spy): This dude had done so many drugs that he gets visions which tell him the true motives of other players, which he passes on to his fellow Hippies.

Neutral players

• Team Wal-Mart: Wal-Mart doesn’t care who lives or dies as long as everyone goes out of business. They want to cause as much chaos as possible so that land values will drop, and then they can build a giant megastore. This team will be made up of only 2 players who will get one seer check and one kill each night (as a team), and get to silence up to 2 votes during the day (1 for each surviving player on the team).

Modifications:

• Each player "lynched" during the day will be "fired" for story purposes. Since they're not dead, these disgruntled ex-employees will begin to picket in front of the restaurant. Each night they'll get to pick one living player and kill them, and that kill will be revealed at the end of the following day. Similar to the Zombie idea from Crash's island game, but the death occurs during the day, and the "zombies" are only made up of lynched players.
• I want to give my Smart Vigilante mod another try. Vigilantes will receive random intel from one Seer/Fool each night. They'll have no idea whether the information is trustworthy or not, but at least it will give them a better idea of who to watch in the game.
• Note that the Wolfe, Inc. has no seer. My plan is to make them a smaller group than the Hippies, but to give them a special power in exchange. One time only, they may convert any other player in the game to join their cause. Depending on who they pick, they’ll gain an extra ability or a mole amongst one of the other teams.

I decided not to include any Mysterious Strangers, since with my chosen distribution of roles, they might stand out. If any additional players join once we start, however, they can be Strangers.

Tonight I need actions from Wolfe, Inc., the Hippies, the Pothead, the Meat Heads, the Shift Supervisors and the Health Inspectors. Team Wal-Mart and the Secret Shoppers won’t act until Night 2 (Team Wal-Mart can use their nightly check, but no kills for them tonight).

Night One ends Thursday at noon.

Players: 27
Juanzen
Crash Landon
Yeldarb
Brent
knkwzrd
The_Melomane
Chaotic
Identity Crisis
RockgamerXIII
Ryuu
Tritoch
Smelnick
LZ
Garr
Guru
Dullenplain
Kilroy
Traumatized Rat
Domino
Plarom
shadoweave
Darkcomet72 (forgotten but not gone)
Zergrinch
Acro-nym
Lycanthrope
nazpyro
Helloween

Good Roles
Meat Heads: 3/3
Health Inspectors: 3/3
Secret Shoppers: 2/2
Shift Supervisors: 3/3
Butchers: 2/2
Lardasses: 3/3
Lucky Stiffs: 1/1

Evil Roles
Wolfe, Inc.: 3/3
Hippies: 4/4
Pothead: 1/1

Neutral Role
Team Wal-Mart: 2/2

Let's get this party..er...job started.

subscribbin! good luck to all.

Yes, I would like fries.

Subscribing for artery-clogging goodness!

Best of luck to you guys.

I do believe I'll subscribe now. Tally-ho.

This is going to be a delicious game.

I would like a twelve-pack of compressed chicken wads, some oil-soaked potato bits, an over-sugared beverage with enough caffiene to rouse a hibernating grizzly, and one of those pre-packaged pies where 50% of the topping congeals to the lid and sloughs off onto the floor as you clumsily peel the flimsy cardboard container open.

Can you break a fifty?

one subscription to furry beating monthly please... and some bubble gum.

One subscript...krzzzt... please, wi...krzzzzt... and a lar...krzzzzt... with ev...krzzzt... straw...krzzzt... five orders...krzzzt... and make it snappy!

Good...krzzzt... everybody!

WHOPPER! WHOPPER NO ONION!

extra pickles...

chees...

no buns...

chicken tenders...

Subscribed.

Can I get some fries and a large cola with that?

*Subscribing*

GIMME A #2 RITE NAO!!

I WANT MY FUCKING FROSTY AND I WANT IT NOW.

With a side of subscription.

Subscribed!

But a quick question though, what timezone does the game follow?

That would be my timezone (EST). Maryland time reigns supreme! Looks like you're 12 hours ahead of me, shadow (just like Zergrinch).

Let me elaborate on what I send a Health Inspector who is actually a Fool. If they check a good guy, I will randomly send them a bad guy/neutral role; if they check a bad guy, they'll get a random good guy role.

Subscribing

You're late! =D The action is starting soon. I'm starting to fill with excitement.

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The dawn air was crisp with the promise of grilled and fried cuisine. Heady anticipation had kept Ron from getting much sleep, and he arrived at the restaurant just as the sun crept over the horizon. The doors would be thrown open to the public at 10am sharp, and much work still remained to be done. The first order of business was to fire up the deep fryers. In addition to the usual french fries and onion rings, Ron had made a special point of advertising his signature dish, “Mama’s Deep-Fat-Fried Pork Balls”. Made from ground pork and a secret blend of spices from his mother’s secret recipe, their greasy goodness could never disappoint, but he needed to get a head start in their preparation.

As Ron felt his way across the darkened kitchen to reach the light switch (what kind of architect puts a light switch on the opposite wall from the door?), he stumbled over a large semi-soft object in the floor. “Who forgot to put the roasts in the fridge,” Ron wondered as he flipped the switch. Yellow fluorescent light flooded the room, illuminating the ghastly sight of two bodies on the floor. The first corpse was that of Yeldarb, a young employee that had shown great promise in becoming a master of meat preparation. His skill with a spatula was unparalleled, but he came up lacking in self-preservation. Yeldarb’s shirt had been torn open, and carved jaggedly across his bare chest were the words MEET IS MURDEER.

Propped up next to Yeldarb was a decidedly unkempt young man, definitely not an employee of the House of Meat. The man was clothed in a tie-dye dashiki and purple bell-bottom pants, and his face was covered in a mass of tangle hair, both from his head and his uncombed beard. Around his neck was a beaded alphabet necklace which spelled out I-D-E-N-T-I-T-Y-C-R-I-S-I-S. A sign propped in his lap read:

BAD SPELLING IS MURDER.

Ron Stephens, you have been warned.

-Wolfe, Inc.

Ron checked for a pulse on the hippie, but the man was dead, most likely from a blow to the back of the head. Faced with the impending arrival of hundreds of eager diners and the desire to avoid unwanted publicity, Ron made a snap decision. One at a time, he dragged the bodies of Yeldarb and the filthy hippie into the very back of the restaurant’s walk-in freezer, behind a stack of Salisbury steak. “Nobody ever orders Salisbury steak,” Ron thought to himself as he threw a tarp over the bodies.

Spoiler:

Hippies kill Yeldarb, a Secret Shopper
Wolfe, Inc. kills Identity Crisis, a Hippie

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