*screaming as she falls to her death*

"I was also the youngest and the PRETTIEST! You're all just jeallooouuussss...."

I didn't see a body. Did you see a body? It's the only way to be sure.

Well, that and nuking it from orbit.

ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!! ZAAP! ZAAAAAAP ZAP ZAP ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!

“OOOoooaoooooGHH! WHAT! THE! HELL!”

The entire faculty, in one moment of pandemonium and chaos, threw open their office doors at once and rushed into the central foyer. There they saw Dean Sloth, literally hopping up and down in fury. Furniture had been knocked over and papers were scattered everywhere – whether from the Dean’s rage or something else, no one was quite sure. The large splatters of blood on the floor, however, were quite hard to ignore and clearly weren’t from her.

“Whose blood is this? Anybody? Anybody? Body check!” The Dean began walking around the group, poking with her (for now) de-activated cattle prod. When nobody turned up with any grievous bodily injuries, she returned to her rant. “I worked all night, ALL NIGHT, to try and replace our two missing professors. Dr. Bezotce Hranávrhář may be available, but she’s currently engaged for months, and she’s the only one I could get a hold of in the middle of the night! And now somebody has gone and rudely spilled a gallon of blood on the floor! What are you people trying to do to me? Wait a minute… where’s Dr. Tublink?”

They searched the board room. They searched all their own offices. They searched the Dean’s office. They searched the break room. They searched the ceiling tiles.

“Uh, hey, why don’t we look in her office?” suggested trentonlf.

CSPVG slapped her forehead. “Of course, what a great idea!” she agreed.

Opening Dr. Tublink’s office door, they were horrified to find…

A strange man sitting at her desk, quite dead, with a strange metal rod jammed down his throat.

Dean Sloth strode forward, a look of grim but familiar gritty determination on her face, and pulled the rod from the man’s throat. After examining it, she turned and showed it to the horrified staff congregating outside the door. “Curling iron.” She tossed it onto the floor and began searching the office.

“Oh my god, it’s Dr. Tublink’s hair! She’s been scalped!” shouted Leonard03 in horror, pointing at a clump of hair on the desk.

The Dean picked it up, looked it over, and then showed it to the group as well. “Wig.”

“Oh thank God,” said Dessimu, “I actually thought it was a dead marmoset.”

agentcarr16 noisily vomited into the wastebasket.

The Dean kept going through the office. Periodically, she would hold something up. “Dress. Fake breasts. (flubbucket began giggling uncontrollably) Makeup kit. Hunting knife.” Finally, she reached into the dead man’s suitpocket, and retrieved his wallet. She flipped through it, pulled out a card, and her eyes grew wide. She handed the card to cristigale, who was nearest to her.

“Wow, is that a real name?” cristigale asked.

Krypsyn is dead. He was: Dr. Slashy McNastipants (NEUTRAL SERIAL KILLER)

“I’m afraid so,” began the Dean, “It appears Dr. Tublink was actually this psychopath in disguise. Look at what else I found in his wallet.”

She held up a what was clearly a faculty membership card, with Dr. McNastipants’ name on it, from the Organizational Management Gentlemen’s University of Science.

“I’ve heard of those guys – they’re the male supremacist business school across the state,” whispered Hunter65536 in awe.

“Me too. They believe a women’s role is in the kitchen,” added HypersomniacLive. “Dickheads.”

“It appears he intended to kill us all, one a time,” the Dean informed them. “Is that the end? Are we safe now?”

“Uh,” added Lifthrasil, “Maybe, but… I mean, who killed him?

“And whose blood is in the foyer?” asked dedoporno.

Everyone stared at each other. Eyes blazing, the Dean pointed back at the boardroom with her cattle prod, and dutifully, the remaining faculty slowly marched back in and sat down. Dean Sloth entered last, and locked the door behind her.

“It seems,” she began, “I forgot to lock your office doors behind you last night. A mistake I won’t make twice. Clearly, we still have work to do. One threat has been eliminated, but I highly doubt that was all.” Angrily, she pulled the corpse of Dr. Hellas out of her seat and dumped it onto the floor. Taking the newly-vacant chair, she pointed slowly at each remaining faculty member. “Get back to work. Find the evil imposters. Get going.”

It is now Day.

All votes have been reset, and you are now free to post. Have fun!

Oops.

And then…

Wow.

So I'm guessing Mafia hit the SK?

Though it's possible we have a vigilante among us, I guess.

Tough break for someone. Krypsyn mostly.

So Krypsyn was from OMGUS and his name was Heather Ursula Tublink, Heh you tube link Seems yogs is having fun with all our names somehow.


Does anyone have any info that can help us?

Oh, for the love of Buddha, where did we get ourselves in? First the LAMIST, now the OMGUS?! As if yesterday's events were not enough, with Dr. Hellas stabbed in the back, and Dr. Freuddwyd forced out the window, at gunpoint by the Dean no less – the image of that enormous handgun kept passing before my eyes all night long (*shivers*), can't help but wonder how stable Dr. Sloth is - now we not only have another dead body, but that of a dickhead from OMGUS to boot? Looks like Dr. Freuddwyd was not that far off when she said that not all of us may be women; I wonder if there are more disguised men in our midst...

*looks around the table suspiciously, glances at Hunter65536 a bit longer*

Didn't Dr. du Seize make a comment yesterday about guys dressed up as girls to infiltrate an all-girls school?

And all that blood... if the blood in the foyer is not that of Dr. Tublink..., sorry, Dr. McNastipants, whose is it? Could it be her…, em…, his killer's? The Dean found a hunting knife in her…, em…, his office, but I didn't see if it had blood on it. Or was he killed in the foyer and then brought back to her..., forgive me, his office?

*passes another round of suspicious looks*



That’s all you have to say? Oops? What do you mean oops?

And now that I've calmed down some - what happened to the real Dr. Heather Ursula Tublink?

Actually drealmer said that there could be guys among us and to that I said it reminded me of some anime idea I had seen on internet of a guy trying to infiltrate an all girls school only to find out later that all girls in that school are guys who came into that school for same reasons.

Actually this was your reply to a completely different topic. I assume that was a misquote?

Posting through mobile, yep I was referring to that post of mine. Hehe looks like I quoted the wrong post. Didn't even notice till now.

What a night. Apparent death by curling iron. I'd say we have some psychosis among us. If anyone needs help processing all this violence, you know where to reach me. Perhaps we could all take the Myers Briggs or StrengthsFinder for some team building. For now, we have more pressing matters.

We have a dead serial killer, but only one NK. If Mr. McNastipants attempted a NK, he wasn't successful (unless something unusual is afoot.)

For the sake of infant children, women - get to work!

Anyway... I still think either Leonard or flubbucket is scum. Or both. Flubbucket never said anything about me or others voting him and just flew by the radar. With comments, more suitable to a self-absorbed lady. What kind of professor wears bikini at work and giggles at the dead marmoset? Both behaviors - flavor wise and self done - makes me believe him to be scum.

Since Dean reset the vote count:

Vote flubbucket



Oh, and speaking of that blood on the floor - maybe someone had her period?

This may also depend on how night actions resolve. I can't recall how Yog's previous game worked but it's possible they do in a certain order and Krypsyn died before his action queued up. Or he chose not to do anything. Or he wasn't allowed to. Anyway, that seems like an important event to note.


It seems names weren't coupled with roles but with players as small winks or taunts. In Bulgarian "kurva" means "whore" but it just hit me what it really means now that I realized google translation was used (buhalka is a bad translation for bat since it relates to the other meaning - a club. The proper one is "prilep".) :D Anyway, "kurvava" is actually supposed to be a phonetic depiction of the Bulgarian word for "bloody" (I guess as in my forum subtitle) rather than point towards my whorishness.

Some quick observations regarding the flips - it's now somewhat obvious that dislikes go around the table and it seems they aren't related to faction. Krypsyn could have lied about his dislike, of course, but if he did he took a chance to collide with 2-3 other people (I have to go back and check but he was like the 10-11th person to share, I think).

Krypsyn had both a fake name and a real name. This may or may not He may or may not have known about the real name, no way to know that. Not sure if it's important either, but still, something to note.

Area of expertise doesn't seem to be too connected to the actual role. Professor of Analytics was Vanilla. The next flip will probably confirm this.

All in all, even though the flavor does carry some hidden meaning I'd say it's more for fun like Easter eggs in a game rather than hold some game related information.


Next order of business - go back and check out the wagon(s).