8 cards. 2L 6F unless i'm mistaken.

Can you message me? Gog messages ain't working for me again.

Sorry kids, bear with me a moment.

Ah, I see. Yes, your government will not be voted into office.

Let's wait whether this one is. Then we'll probably know whether we are at 4-4 or 5-3, based on the voting results.

If it helps you can post your vote in the thread and I'll PM it to Zeo.

Have you been practicing your reaction? Are you going to go with "well blow me down, that's a shocker!" or something more like "WOW! Who could have predicted that? Certainly not me that's for sure! I wasn't told the answers at the beginning!"


RTCVB you're not mistaken - 8 cards left.


Pooka seems to think the game's likely to continue past this government... hm maybe not.


^ With me Pooka's saying "you know full well that Trent and Pooka are both F" and "I nominate Joe for chancellor!". To lifthrasil it's "I'm going to vote your government down you just see if I don't!"

If I was F, and had been putting this much effort into trying to change all your minds without support for all this time, and then Pooka and Trent did just give up and flipped this on me I can't imagine how I'd feel... As it is I'm not.


You know, I think I've been thinking "Trent's likely not H because Lifthrasil argued why Trent might be H," but I just thought I might be confusing it with Blotunga. I'll try and find it.


Ah. No point. Good game friends.

The votes are in! The results are as follows.
2. Tap-Happy Trent (trentolf) - YES
3. Apollo "Prime Form" Jones (SirPrimalform) - YES
4. Grimsby "The Pooka" Mustard (PookaMustard) - YES
5. Liftin' Rasil and the Raisin' Hell Band (Lifthrasil) - YES
6. Supple Scene (supplementscene) - YES
8. RT-CB (v.3.2) (rtcvb32) - YES
9. Flub. (flubbucket) - YES
10. Captain Sapphire (JoeSapphire) - JOE

The government is-

"Hold on..." asks RT-CB. "Joe? Joe isn't a vote, that doesn't-"
"FORGET IT!" yells Trent. "Muscle-boy already signed the contract! It's the big one! GIVE 'EM THE BUM RUSH!"
"I WILL BE A STAAAAAAR!" screams the Pooka, lunging at the now-screaming Prime Form, confused at how the signing of a contract could stir such controversy and desperately praying to his muscles to try to save him from this slavering abomination.
"Uh...somethin' 'bout this ain't cool, yo," says Flub, quietly stepping towards the exit.
"Now's your chance, Scene baby!" wheedles Trent, slipping an arm around the shoulder of the confused star. "This is why you need to read the fine print, but these young guns aren't smart enough for that! This here is gonna land you the big one, the contract that's gonna make you the bigshot that you used to be! You're gonna be Supple Scene again, heartthrob of the nation! You'll star in movies with female leads half your age! You'll travel all over the world! Yessir, it's your time again!"
"But I never even got a contract today! I don't know who you are or what you're-"
"Just shut up and sign!"
"I TRIED TO WARN YOU ALL!" screams Captain Sapphire. "I only meant to protect you! Quick! Before it's too late! The contracts! Get to the contracts, or they'll ruin us all!"
RT-CB and Flub dash madly to the pile of contracts that a confused Bookwyrm has neglected and a quiet Puzzlemaster has fallen asleep next to.
"Rasil!" cries out RT-CB. "Help us!"
"I will...but first, ARE YOU READY TO RAAAAWK?!" asks Rasil, throwing a wireless speaker at them from which pour tones strong enough to deactivate RT-CB's circuits.
"Dude, why?" asks Flub.
"Because they never appreciated me and my craft, but they will now! SIGN IT, SCENE!"
Captain Sapphire begins to sob bitterly.

Hitler has been elected as chancellor.
The game is over. The fascists are victorious!



Please stay tuned. Flavor text and after-game stuff to follow.

I am amused.

LOOOOL. I wasn't expecting this. But it's actually ZFR's fault for killing me off.

Nice. This end made up a bit for the endless dragging on :D

And now, to keep Joe happy:

"WOW! Who could have predicted that? Certainly not me that's for sure! I wasn't told the answers at the beginning!"

Also, Joe, I am hurt:
Am I no-one? I told you that you are on team F! ;-)

It was nice sparring against you! You were awfully tenacious and didn't give up!

Scene holds up his contract high, tears streaming from his face with joy.
"Exclusive movie deals? Albums?! My face on a cereal box?!?! This...this is just like in the old days. I'll really be a big hit again! I'll be a star!"
"And you won't forget your old buddy Trent who got you here. Right?" asks Trent, slinging an arm around Scene's shoulders.
"And the magnificent Rasil, your pal who'll write you some rockin' tunes to sing. Right?" asks Rasil, doing the same.
"And make it snappy, you insufferable buffoons!" cries the Pooka, startling all of them. "I've had to put on this pathetic act for the last three and a half hours, and the collective intelligence quota of the entire room has significantly dropped as a result of your pitiable shenanigans!" He begins to remove the contact lenses from his eyes and ignores the group.
"Uh...erm...what?" asks Scene.
"We're the ones who got you this far!" says Rasil.
"And a tremendous effort it was, at that!" barks the Pooka.
"I don't understand," says Scene. "If that's the case, why did you go to all that effort? Why not just hand me the contract right from the beginning and have me sign it?"
The three conspirators look at one another confusedly, wondering why this never occurred to them.
"Right, well. It seems we have enough contracts now, dahlings," says Bookwyrm, "as this last one will sap up all of our funds. Thank you for you time! Ciao! You will leave now! Goodbye!"

The Puzzlemaster suddenly awakes with a start.
"THE WIRE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! THE MANSION'S GONNA EXPLODE! JUMPING JEHOSAPHAT, THE- ...oh. Whew."
"What in the world are you incessantly babbling about, man?" snaps the Pooka.
"Oh, nothing. I just had this awful nightmare that I forgot to hold the Dimensional Interval-Maladaptive Wire with Integrated Timer (DIMWIT for short) steady. Might've caused a huge explosion if not taken care of. Don't worry though, I asked Bookwyrm to hold it for me. No doubt that sap's still gripping it since I never told him to move, but thank goodness for that. Heck, I even cooked up a scheme to raise enough funds to sucker him into doing my lab work for me whereby I'd get 10 people to pay me $200 each as an entry fee for some scam or other. All I need to do is pay him half, use $500 on the other half on lab stuff, then use the rest to buy takeout or whatever. Crazy idea, right? It'd probably never work, but eh, y'know, dreams are dreams and- ...say, why are you all looking at me like that?"
A loud bang suddenly sounds from deep beneath the floor, as if in the basement, followed by a grinding and a continual puttering noise. The mansion groans and shakes so hard that the door jams into the floor beneath it.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" screams Bookwyrm, dropping both fake contracts and fake accent.
Everyone panics and rushes to the door, smashing against each other, stubbing toes, bumping elbows, and generally making it so that nobody can budge the jammed door in the mass hysteria.
"Out of the way!"
"Oof!"
"Incorrigible buffoons!"
"Yo! Move it!"
"Not the muscles! Hit whatever you want, but don't scratch my beautiful muscles!"
Only Captain Sapphire is not in the group. Seemingly unaware of the entire situation that has just transpired, he huddles in the corner. At last ending his sobbing, he wipes his eyes with the back of his glove and rises in a depressed mood, realizing that his dreams of stardom are over. Suddenly, Scene cries out a single word:
"HELP!"
"Help?!" says the Captain, snapping to attention. "HELP?! Why...why, somebody needs me! What's going on? Look at them all in danger! Why am I feeling sorry for myself? I need to save them! Never fear, citizens! Captain Sapphire is here! SUPER SAPPHIRE BEAM!"
As the Captain strikes yet another ridiculous pose, the emblem on his chest begins to glow bright blue. A beam shoots out, blowing a hole clean through the wall. Everyone scrambles outside just in time to avoid an explosion that tears out the very floorboards themselves.
"Well," says the Puzzlemaster. "Uh. Those naps, huh? So good that they make you forget stuff. Anyhoo, how about you guys just wander off and I'll, uh, call you in a week or so, alright? ...guys?"

"HELP!" goes out the cry a few minutes later as the Puzzlemaster is chased around the mansion grounds by an angry Bookwyrm. Captain Sapphire, however, much like the rest of the stars and the paparazzi, have fled long ago.

I have some extra flavor information I'd like to share with you guys in the next post. I actually put an abnormally large amount of background info into the characters.

I was so 50/50 about the Lifth/Joe thing that, several times, I almost PM'ed Joe or Zeo out of need to KNOW.

But honestly, I would have been a bit disappointed if Joe had been F. It was all so much more interesting from the F:Lifth L:Joe hypothesis.

And yeah. Joe's tenacity. My two main hypotheses were : "Either Joe is F and he is fucking insane, or Joe is L and is fucking insane". It was a spectacularly good show.

I kinda assumed Scene was scum as he played from the start, but Lift is a surprise. Pooka I started to suspect at some point, but trent also played a low game. Well, we the liberals, outsmarted ourselves :D
And yea, joe did put up a good show. Too bad a bit too late. But my trent/lift/scene/zfr scumteam hypothesis before being shot was actually 75% true.

*applauds the performance of team scum* Very, very nicely done.

Shame on those who didn't reconsider Joe's veracity - I had some hope there at the end that Pooka might've overdone it with that pre-nomination. Tough luck, big bro'! And respect for how you kept on trying!

Had fun everyone, thanks for the game!

Thanks Zeo for hosting!

You played a great game Joe! I was glad you never sacrificed yourself and let ZFR shoot you, it would have exposed Lift and made it very hard for us to win ;-)




I’ll be absent for awhile. Once we kick this cancer in the ass I’ll be around more. Thanks everyone for the support, it really does help!