Edit: Oh, great. Thanks GOG. I loooove writing huge posts all over again. I just looooooove it.

All the best for that!

So, basically the backstory is that all the fascists were people who were either from "the old days" and felt unloved or otherwise had a bone to pick with modern stuff driving them out of business (hence why Trent was from vaudeville, for example). Here was the intro text for each person:

Zenefredi F. Rapoposculous, the Great
No real references here, he was basically just a generic stage magician with a little bit of Wizard of Oz thrown in at some points.

You're the Great Zenefredi F. Rapoposculous. There was once a day when you were the most brilliant stage magician there was, but alas, that time is no more. Performers have gone the way of camera tricks and Vegas acts, and you just couldn't keep up with the times. However, having pulled a trick in your day, you can't help but sense that something is amiss in the group. Even if you never make it back to stardom, you have a duty to your fellow man first and foremost. Time to pull off one final trick!

Tap-Happy Trent
I included a bunch of vaudeville references here, especially with stuff like ZFR getting the "vaudeville hook" and Trent talking in old-fashioned slang and acting like he knows the business from years back.

You're the amazing Tap-Happy Trent! You've got everything, baby! Style! Substance! Flash! The old razzle-dazzle!
...everything, that is, except a job. It turns out that nobody wants to see the old style stage shows anymore , it's all about the movies with the explosions and the graphic language. What happened to the old times when people could just have fun? You worked hard to get to this country, you put aside all your old culture to present some pretty packaged version of yourself, and this is what they do to you. You wear the smile out of spite, now. Out of bitter, mocking spite.
However, you're a shrewd one. You've been in this game way longer than the rest, even longer than Supple Scene - and he's exactly who you need right now. He was a little after your time, but was he ever a hit. That man's still got all the looks to make people fall for him, all he needs is a lucky break. You know this business like the back of your hand, and you know exactly how to convince people. The plan was clear from the beginning: wipe out the contracts for all these other jokers and get Supple Scene the shot of his life, skyrocketing the old style back in vogue and creating a new era where vaudeville is loved again. He's too stupid for you to help him directly, so you convinced the rock star and the agent to help you out; you know talent when you see it.

You gave them the instructions they need. All you need to do now is get Scene that big contract and the show will go on. Maybe you're screwing others in their chance at stardom, but hey, that's show biz!

Apollo "Prime Form" Jones
SirPrimalform surprised me when he caught what I thought was an obscure reference to a song by the Bonzo Dog Band called "Mr. Apollo". Apollo Jones is basically a riff on that character. This is why SPF put his forum title to "Greatest Benefactor of Mankind".

Tired! Worn-down! Weak! Do any of these words describe you? Of course not! You're the Prime Form, the man teaching wimps how to kick sand back in the bullies' faces for years! It's time to get these muscles back in order and teach the world how to shape up again! A few of the people here seem to be really slouching, and in a suspicious way...

Agent 16 (Codename: Carr)
Much like the other fascists, the motivation for Carr here was the idea that he was getting pushed out by the changing standards of modern entertainment.

Nobody ever knew it, but in truth, you were an actual secret agent. The whole Agent 16 thing was just a cover-up. After all, who would suspect that an actor in a spy movie would be an actual spy? You loved your work and did it well. And then the termination notice came in. Why were you being fired? Was it because you were doing your job wrong? Nope. It's because the movies went out of style. That's right, if there was no cover, you couldn't work anymore. Wondering why on earth the films were doing so poorly, you inquired and it turned out that a bunch of trash like "Me Blotunga, You Jane" and "Star Floors" were becoming all the rage. You lost your job because of this garbage?!

Fortunately, your years of espionage taught you one thing: how to infiltrate. After being contacted by that crazy vaudeville freak, you decided it was best to team up with him and the rock star in what sounded at first like a crazy plan to get Supple Scene back on the big screen. The more you thought about it, however, the more it made sense: if his cheesy old movies come back in vogue, people will be just DYING for another spy film. Not to mention he'd make a good co-star just from how handsome he is. People fall for that crap so easily.

This'll be just like the good old days. Get in, get friendly, screw everyone over while they're not looking, then accomplish the mission and get out. Better make them think you're just dopey and hyped up on fame rather than have them realize you're looking these people up and down and seeing who's most vulnerable...

Grimsby "The Pooka" Mustard
I'm not sure why I wrote so much backstory for him. I was bored, I guess.

"Grimbsy". That was the name your mother gave you. Named after the city which you were born in, the city which you've come to hate due to the association. What kind of cruel person names a kid that?! You were always made fun of in school, and your lanky appearance didn't help with your "creep" reputation. You tried nearly every hobby you could think of until you at last stumbled upon the one which turned out to be your strength: acting!

Graduating from the drama club to real acting classes, you eventually became a bona fide Shakespearean expert! You played everything from Hamlet to Othello in community theaters and were certain you'd be London's finest some day. Then the man offered you a contract...a contract that was worth a lot of money. What was the harm, you thought? You could just do a small bit on this podunk show to fund your real acting career. So you put on the contacts and the goth makeup and did the bit as "The Pooka", hosting old obscure late-night horror shows. And then you got famous. Famous beyond your wildest dreams. You weren't complaining about the money, but you silently loathed it. You fit the "Grimsby" stereotype perfectly, you could hear the kids making fun of you in your head. You were always meant for greater than such cheap entertainment! You were an actor!
So you tried your part as an actual movie villain. With all your training, you know you did brilliantly, but as it turns out, nobody cares about beautifully-enunciated lines and perfect, flowing movements. They just want shock value. They just want mindless entertainment, the Saturday-morning superhero, the chest-beating "Me Blotunga, You Jane" crap. You were laughed out of the box office and were too ashamed to do anything with yourself again. Desperate for money, you decided to put on the old "Pooka" act and hope this starmaker service could get you back to the old gig.

That, however, is when you met Agent 16 rushing out the door. He knew of you. He knew of your woes. In his sympathy, he told you of a plan...
The idea was brilliant - other true talented people who'd been underloved by the public like yourself, the multifaceted Tap-Happy Trent, the skilled Liftin' Rasil (who, as it turns out, has no band and makes his music all himself electronically - a genius!), and the clever Agent 16 all teamed up, determined to get more aggressive contracts signed. These were all people who were shoved aside by the public, unrecognized for their real brilliance in favor of the mindless entertainment these other fools provide - people like YOU who deserve what they worked so hard for!

Agent 16 has at last returned to duty, but he's used his earpiece to inform Trent and Rasil that you're in on the scheme. Sure, maybe these fascist-style contacts will screw over the others who seek stardom, but who cares about them? All they provide is cheap entertainment anyways. In fact, if you can land Supple Scene the big one, he's just handsome enough of a fella that he'd become the biggest star of all time. And if he DID become the biggest star of all time, surely he, as somebody who used to star in old movies that got pushed aside for the new cheap thrills, would be sympathetic to your cause...especially the cause of people who helped him land that contract....
But you'd best stay low for now. Play the part of the creep like they expect you to. Scene can be a big star, but he's not too bright, he'll blow the whole plan if you let him know what's going on. Just lay low and play your part, like a true actor does...



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You’re right, we don’t get alignment flips. I forgot about that

Part 2/2

Liftin' Rasil and the Raisin' Hell Band
The joke in the game was that he's always listed as being with the Rasin' Hell Band, but there's never a band to be seen because it turns out they're all fictional. This was a riff on bands like the Gorillaz where people love the music and animated characters but know almost nothing about the real people behind it all.

FOR ALL THOSE READY TO ROCK, WE SALUUUTE YOOOOU! You're Liftin' Rasil, lead singer of the Raisin' Hell Band!
...and backup singer.
...and drummer.
...and guitarist.
In truth, there actually is no Raisin' Hell Band. You ARE the band. You're in fact an extremely talented computer nerd who's fantastic at making artificially-generated music that only sounds real on the albums (you've never given a live performance for this very reason). You hate living like this, being such a genius with sound editing yet only enjoying fame if people think you're part of a band. Who cares that you spend hours and hours on each song, carefully arranging them and blending the melodies? You never get recognized for your talent, and you're sick of it.
Fortunately, you've found a solution: if you can get a star, and you mean a BIG star, to back you and tell the world of your skill, you can finally have the world celebrate you for your real abilities. And what bigger star could there ever be than the handsomest man in the world, Supple Scene? All you need to do is to get him the big contract. Sure, it'll mean cutting off a lot of other dreams, but what are those people compared to your talent? You can't do it alone, though. How fortunate that you found a couple like-minded individuals to pull off the job with. Almost like your own little band...

Supple Scene
The idea here was a Clark Gable sort of thing where he's a Hollywood heartthrob, but 30 years later or so and he's some washed-up dork who nobody knows anymore. I've clearly been watching Sunset Boulevard too much.

You're the fabulous Supple Scene, star of every screen there is! And you know what? You're going to KEEP it that way! What ever happened to the good old days? The time when there were REAL stars and not these talentless clowns who hog the spotlight? You know what the audiences REALLY want! So maybe the three failed marriages and the drinking problem ruined you, big deal. But you need to do your duty to the fans, the millions of fans who want TRUE entertainment! Somebody handsome and strong! You just can't do it with all these lummoxes crowding up your breathing space, though! Fortunately, you have just the plan: you got letters from three diehard fans who let you know that they're going to run the contracts in your favor. After that happens, the four of you can run out all the losers here and show 'em what real acting is! You're pretty sure all three of them made it in here...
...only trouble is that you have no idea who any of them are. You kinda assumed you'd be able to figure out how they looked based on the writing. You were kinda drunk. Whatever. Doesn't matter. All that matters is that you make Hollywood classy again.

The Mighty Blotunga
Tarzan. Clearly. I dunno why I keep shoving Blotunga in these "foreign weirdo" roles. Maybe because he sets his location as "other"...?

You're the Mighty Blotunga, jungle man! What people don't realize, however, is that you're actually an extremely talented primatologist and athlete who spent years studying and copying the movement of apes as part of a study. When people started dubbing you "the monkey man", you realized you could make a killing just by showing off your physical skills. You may be a refined scientist at heart, but hey, give the people what they want. If pounding your chest puts food on the table, so be it. Funny, though; the faces of some of these men remind you of gorillas when they're cornered...

RT-CB (v.3.2)
An R2-D2 ripoff with Robbie the Robot mixed in.

You're the "lovable" robot RT-CB. Sigh. People just don't get you. You're the future! The next step in evolution! The pinnacle of technology! Yet here you are, the subject of endless kids' toys. How ironic that all these technological improvements haven't changed the basic facts of life: you need money. Oh, well. Your sensors are detecting something amiss in the group you're with, though...

Flub.
I was originally going to go with a joke that Flub. is a Shakespearean poet, but decided to lump this with Grimsby for whatever reason.

You're Flub. Yes, it's spelled Flub., including the period. Everybody always forgets the period. While the flash and the gangsta lifestyle sell, that's just not what you're really all about, y'know? It's the art, man. The art. Time to get some real soul in these fools. You can't help but feel like there's somebody trying to cramp yo' style, though...

Captain Sapphire
I had waaaay too much fun with this character.

You're Captain Sapphire, hero of Saturday mornings! You remember the days when kids would hug you on the street just from recognizing your face, or ask you to help rescue their cat from a tree or save their dying aunt. You want to see that wonder in their eyes again, be somebody to look up to instead of just another bum in the road. And how do you do that? By helping others. You may have only been an actor, but you can tell there's definitely something villainous afoot here...

Thanks for playing, everyone! And remember, you're all stars to me.

For me, it was clearly Lift. The whole 'no worries we'll just both have to sit out of government' thing. Where as a Liberal should have had the audacity to claim he wanted to be in government. Lift was submissive because he knew he was wrong. Lift also buddied up to me, which let me know he was on my team. Knowing Lift was Scum I accused him of that

Knowing Joe was Liberal I buddyed up to Joe and discussed his analysis, making sure to let Joe know that I could indeed see that Lift maybe Scum. I also reasoned with Joe that given he knows Pooka and Lift are fascist he should vote for me.

At the end I threw Lift under the bus accusing him of being on Trents Scum team as I would believe this if I was Liberal. I thought this would buy me some Liberal favour.

I was sure ZFR was Scum and Trent was Liberal up until the moment Trent shot ZFR. I think Trent was telling me off on Day 1 after I panicked about not been in government and building a case that ZFR shouldn't use random.org in order to discredit his chances.

I knew Pooka was fascist after he suggested investigating me against popular opinion. I was worried that people would do a re-read after seeing Pooka was Fascist and pick up on this.

When Trent asked Lift to investigate Pooka I was sure Trent was Liberal

ZFR executing Blotunga was a big mistake. It meant we got the game to 4-4 after Trent's shot. I can see why he did it. He knew Pooka was Scum and was going for glory by attempting to get Hitler. A lesson to all, as Liberal only go after your confirmed fascist. ZFR should have shot Pooka. I even said that in the game despite wanting him to shoot Blotunga or Joe. All while hinting that Joe or Blotunga could be Hitler. The thing is after Lift and Pooka didn't vote for Blotunga it becomes obvious that Blotunga is indeed Liberal and when he was shot and confirmed not to be Hitler it was doubly confirmed.

I thought Trent couldn't be fascist because he didn't nominate me or give me Liberal cred. I also think Trent should have claimed he drew a Liberal card and Lift burried it. That way Joe would believe he was in a team with Trent and Pooka.

Should Pooka have claimed Blotunga was Fascist? I think I would of done in his shoes.

By the way: really well played, Scene! No one suspected you of being Hitler!

The way we were all lined up early in the rotation I didn’t want to put any spotlight on you as people would expect Hitler to be in office early if possible. I almost regretted doing that though as I was in doubt that you could be elected chancellor and thought I had played it all wrong. My thought was giving more cred to another regular fascist would help in the long run. I also didn’t want to giveaway that I was facsist in case I was needed to do something later, and a regular fascist electing a regular fascist Is something I thought would be unexpected.

Hello! I had a dream that you started arguing in the game in my defense. I was like "Telika, thanks, but that's not cool." Weird. But it's nice to know you were there in spirit.

You were an good nemesis. It's going to take me a while to forgive you ;p


Hahaha. Somehow makes it all seem worth it.

All my friends are here! Thanks little bro.

awwww noooooooo don't say that. Thanks for playing, your stunt at the end got me laughing maniacally in my office. It was worth the bump-to-earth for the moment of euphoria when I thought you trusted me.

You did reason with me and that did make me trust you. My vote at the end was "Yes, unless SirP or supplementscene are F" I was going to add "(I reckon it's SirP)" but I didn't want to embarrass myself. I'm a sucker. :p

Good to see you're thoughts Scene. H is clearly the role you were born to play :p You did great, damn you!

This is great. Your characters are so good!


Ha, that's great! You picked your audience well for that one. SirP obviously hasn't educated me well enough because I missed it.


Thanks Zeo! It was great fun and your writing is brilliant. You're the real star! (not bookwyrm)

Thanks for hosting. You did a great job.

I am not sure if this is expected or unexpected...

But again as i laid out long ago, Hitler would likely play a full liberal up to the end so he wouldn't be noticed.

I get the feeling as TB and their group said, that 7 was more an optimal size where on here there would be a little less lag, more chances to actually test or figure who was what and where. With 10 it barely has time to get one time around.

Well played team Fascist. Especially Lift for passing that 4th L and scene for a really really amazing job as Hitler (probably the MVP of this game). I kind of figured Lift after trent shot me, but I'd never have known scene if zeo didn't tell me.

I overthought it a bit. Never though scum!Pooka would pick scum!Lift as his chancellor with only one F in the deck, and never though scum!trent would pick a town flub from the end of the queue only to change it to scum Lift. Looks like they could.

Sorry team town for letting you down. I can't even claim there was just a bad decision that I made because if I chose differently I still would have caused the loss. If I hadn't shot blotunga, Joe was next on my list. Pooka was third and not likely to happen. If I hadn't chosen Pooka as my chancellor, scene was next on the list for crying out loud, and third on the list was trent. Yup, the alternatives that I put forward were even worse than the ones I chose.
The only time I think a decision I made might have influenced the outcome was when I decided to test Lift as my chancellor. If I passed him LL, things might have gone differently. But eh, who knows. I messed up.

The only other thing I can say:
Ha! Called it.

Again, congrats to the winners. Thanks for playing team Fascist and team Liberal; I really enjoyed playing with you all.
Thanks to zeo for hosting and the great flavour.
Thanks to Bookwyrm for uh... doing whatever it was you did.

See you next game.