CoRT XI: The Admiral's an Idiot

[esper88]

IMPORTANT ADDITIONAL RULE:
In addition to voting on who will be killed every day, you will also vote on how the story will progress. At the end of every Significant Story Post the Storyteller makes, there will be two options for how the story should progress. For instance:

(Example Story Post) The group is in a room with a door and a sealed envelope.

(EXAMPLE, NOT REAL)Story Decision: Will you OPEN THE DOOR or OPEN THE ENVELOPE?(EXAMPLE, NOT REAL)

IN THE SAME POST AS YOUR DAY VOTE, YOU WILL VOTE IN PURPLE WHICH STORY ACTION YOU WISH FOR THE GROUP TO PARTAKE IN.

There is no penalty for not voting for which story action will be taken, but your purple vote must be in the same post as your red vote or it will not be counted. This will simplify the process.
For instance, one would post:

I will vote for Grognack. Also, I think we should exit through the door.

All ties will be broken by the storyteller.
Let the game begin:

Curse of Ret-Talus XI:
THE ADMIRAL’S AN IDIOT

Your vision is blurred. It slowly shifts back into place as you regain consciousness. Why oh why didn’t I take the blue pill?

You look around. You find you are in a large metal silo. A metal walkway circles the upper portion of this silo, 20 feet above where you stand.
You see what looks like a television sitting on the ground. You try to push the power button, but your finger hits into the finger of every other person in the room. They all did the exact same thing as you, as if you were all reading the story fluff at the same time.

You try to differentiate yourself from the group by sticking your tongue out and wagging it around. However, everyone else wags their tongue back at you.

You take a few moments trying to think of some clever way to beat the system. After a short while you accept that everyone is going to be mimicking your every action, as you are all reading the same text.

You jab at the power button of the TV again. Many fingers are jammed as they hit one another, but through the madness the TV set turns on. Strange text appears on the screen. Upon closer inspection, you see that it is really the computer you are sitting in front of.

Suddenly it all comes flooding back to you.

Last night esper88 told you to follow the White Eater, and after confronting some agents and a cute girl named Gunner (not to be confused with the Gunner in this game), you chose to swallow the red pill.

esper88 had you sit in front of a computer, where you realized the horrible truth. The Summoner Wars universe is the real world and Earth was just a lie created by Colby Dauch to blind you from the truth.

You look down at yourself and fully realize that you are no longer your former self, but [insert your character’s name] from the Summoner Wars universe.

Still reeling from all the confusing paradoxes, you hear footsteps on the metal platform above. You look up. Then you look at every else, as you saw out of the corner of your eye that they looked up at the same time as you.

Still getting used to this odd system, you look up at the metal walkway. A figure has appeared high above your newfound prison.

“Hello people. It’s me. The Admiral. You all thought I was an idiot, but boy were you good. You all thought you could steal my black powder. Try to give me psychic powers, will you? Stop confusing it. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Well you weren’t very mistaken.”

You become very confused and decide to shout at him.

“What-”

You are jarred by the fact that everyone else shouted with you. You take a moment to let this phenomenon settle in further. You fully accept that everyone is doing the same thing as you, and shout again.

“What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about? You know what you all did. Not going to let you. Some of you guys are MOLES. Members of my secret evil empire sent here to kill the other ones in a game-like setting. You may refer to them as ZOMBIES for the sake of convenience.

“I got jealous of Ret-Talus and his little mind game, so I decided to make my own. But I couldn’t think of any good ideas, so I just stole the one Ret-Talus made. My MOLES are going to slowly kill you from within your own ranks unless you stop them first. It's all part of my master plan to take over all of Valhalla. For further information, refer to the Curse of Ret-Talus rules and regulations.”

Not sure what to make of the meta-theatricality, you notice that Ret-Talus is among you. Unless you are Ret-Talus, in which case you are shocked to find the rest of the group noticing you. If you are Ret-Talus, you begin to regain your free will.

“That’s right Ret-Talus. Trapped in your own game. And where’s your precious beauty? It’s not yours.”

You now notice that half of those among you belong to the Cloaks faction.

“That’s right. Strange, isn’t it? Them's the breaks. It seems esper88 randomly assigned you a character from a very restricted pool. It’ll probably all add up to something in the end. Or not maybe it’s just the Admiral’s world.”

The Admiral walks away and slams a door behind him. Thoroughly confused and nursing a raging headache, you realize you must regain your free will by differentiating yourself from the others.

Story Decision: Will you CLIMB TO THE WALKWAY or ATTACK THE WALL?

Killer Lawnmower (Scam)
jsmkd (Gunner)
chardris77 (Elephant)
Thing 2 (Rune Mage)
Ryujin (Sniper) - Dead Night 1
XPD (Tark)
thenightsshadow (Vlox) - Dead Day 1
vitamurmillo (Violet) - Dead Day 2
prometheuslkr (Zombie Warrior)
Ranior (Ret-Talus) - Dead Night 2

This Basic+ Game contains: 1 Undefined Special Role, 1 Visionary, 2 Moles(Zombies)

IT IS NOW DAY 1 UNTIL 11:00 PM EST SUNDAY 4/22/12

[jsmkd]

"Hi guys, I'm Nikki and I like to shoot things. We all how this game works so I will just start with this. Vision me I can help you win this game. That is all for now. Who finds that odd that I want to go frist?"

[Killer Lawnmower]

Name's Scam. As in Scam. The guy who Scam's people. The Admiral, he think's all smart and all that ya know. Got a little wacko in the head one time. Can't say I didn't have anything to do with it. Can't say I did anything either. Don't hate the playa hate the Game. Of Life. Gotta love that game. Fun for all ages. Too happy though. There's no oh too bad your dog got run over by a car and your mother dropped you off a cliff with a swarm of gobbo's at the bottom ready to eat you. Stuff happens ya know...why isn't that in the game. But I'd still give it a solid 7 of 10.

Anyway...the Idiot. He thinks he's all smart and all that. Can't say he is. Thinks he can copy this dead dude here? Wish he would. Be like takin some medicine for a headache. Great. Ya. Just remember my name crazy dude. You don't know what game your playing here.

Scam's the name...your all playing MY game.

[thenightsshadow]

"Scam, I know you're bitter about your past life, but please, I ask you, not in front of these children."

Vlox stands up, determined to play the part of his character as best as he could. This may have been a weird little game the Admiral decided to play. Vlox cursed the fact he could not Master the Admiral's art, since he knew the game rules by heart, but he would turn that into his advantage.

[thenightsshadow]

"Hi guys, I'm Nikki and I like to shoot things. We all how this game works so I will just start with this. Vision me I can help you win this game. That is all for now. Who finds that odd that I want to go frist?"

Not to say I have anything against your claim, Nikki, but I would like us all to be present before we come to a consensus about this. It would be nice if we could all agree on who would be visioned first, and I certainly don't mind voting for you to be visioned first. Just let us all have a say.

[Thing 2]

The Rune Mage regained his willpower through a feat of intelligence, creativity, strength, and dumb luck so spectacular that it can only be described as indescribable.

Ta-da! He exclaimed with a flourish of his cape. I'll bet you've never seen that in Cloakland. Er, umm... Cloaktropolis. Cloaktopia? Wherever it is you all are from. Anyways, we clearly have some business to talk. There are ten in this cave. Two are MOLES of the Admiral. If we kill a person every day and the MOLES kill one every night, then we have until the third day to kill our first MOLE, and the fourth to kill our second. Having demonstrated his mathematical prowess, the Rune Mage then moved on to impressing upon the cave members his other valuable traits. The cave also has one Visionary. It is of the utmost importance that we do not kill this person. Now, because the MOLES have two where the rest of us have one, they will likely be able to fend the vote from themselves on this first day at the very least. Therefore, in order to avoid the unfortunate day-1 death of our Visionary, I propose that I am chosen for this first day's victim. I choose myself because of my selfless and charitable nature, but I also have skills in things such as gathering food, tending to the wounded, administering encouraging speeches, ice skating, and modesty. Therefore, if someone else feels that they are less valuable and would instead offer up themselves, I would gladly step down and allow them the honor of being our first sacrifice.

Having said his piece and hoping that the cavemembers now understood the magnitude of his awesomeness, the Rune Mage took his place in a corner directly beneath the walkway and waited.

[thenightsshadow]

"I'm not sure if you're aware, but not being able to move triggers your ability, Rune Mage. Is your plan really to Siphon energy off the Walls of this cage, and if so, to whom are you funneling that energy to?"

Vlox never realized it, but Vlox's belt was so heavy! What did he keep on this belt? Vlox decided to sit down, rest himself a bit, and check his inventory.

[Killer Lawnmower]

"Scam, I know you're bitter about your past life, but please, I ask you, not in front of these children."

Vlox stands up, determined to play the part of his character as best as he could. This may have been a weird little game the Admiral decided to play. Vlox cursed the fact he could not Master the Admiral's art, since he knew the game rules by heart, but he would turn that into his advantage.

Uhuh. Right. Bitter. Me? What part of my amazing intro informed you that I was "bitter about my past life." Are you saying I was reincarnated or somethin? I know it wasn't the part about being dropped off a cliff. They were friends of mine waiting to catch me at the bottom. Of course once they saw the scratch I got on the way down it was a different story...but the point still stands.

As for children...not sure that I see any. Maybe you, if you're not big and bad and mature enough to hear about a kids game go ahead and close your ears.

"Hi guys, I'm Nikki and I like to shoot things. We all how this game works so I will just start with this. Vision me I can help you win this game. That is all for now. Who finds that odd that I want to go frist?"

Umm no. Don't vision you. Ikki sounds like a no go for visioning. For now. Nothing against you. If we had to search you for weapons I'd be all hands on deck if ya know what I mean. Long as you dont shoot me. But let's wait on the whole "visioning" thing. We got time.

The Rune Mage regained his willpower through a feat of intelligence, creativity, strength, and dumb luck so spectacular that it can only be described as indescribable.

Ta-da! He exclaimed with a flourish of his cape. I'll bet you've never seen that in Cloakland. Er, umm... Cloaktropolis. Cloaktopia? Wherever it is you all are from. Anyways, we clearly have some business to talk. There are ten in this cave. Two are MOLES of the Admiral. If we kill a person every day and the MOLES kill one every night, then we have until the third day to kill our first MOLE, and the fourth to kill our second. Having demonstrated his mathematical prowess, the Rune Mage then moved on to impressing upon the cave members his other valuable traits. The cave also has one Visionary. It is of the utmost importance that we do not kill this person. Now, because the MOLES have two where the rest of us have one, they will likely be able to fend the vote from themselves on this first day at the very least. Therefore, in order to avoid the unfortunate day-1 death of our Visionary, I propose that I am chosen for this first day's victim. I choose myself because of my selfless and charitable nature, but I also have skills in things such as gathering food, tending to the wounded, administering encouraging speeches, ice skating, and modesty. Therefore, if someone else feels that they are less valuable and would instead offer up themselves, I would gladly step down and allow them the honor of being our first sacrifice.

Having said his piece and hoping that the cavemembers now understood the magnitude of his awesomeness, the Rune Mage took his place in a corner directly beneath the walkway and waited.

Let's say we kill you...

Where does that get us. Tell me. I'd like to know. I'm not really seein' in. Yeah okay we'd gain your trust and respect and yadda yadda. My name's Scam if you didn't catch that. How would that help...? Offering yourself up, that's nice and all that. I'm not sure how good of an action that would be at the moment.


Alright. The 'Idiot' says differentiate ourselves. I choose CLIMB THE WALL. Ha. Try and stop me. You playin my game. My game.

[thenightsshadow]

Vlox frowned. Nobody else seemed to recognize that they were now Summoner Wars Characters.

"Differentiate yourself, you have, Scam. We were instructed not to vote on our direction until our Day Vote."

[vitamurmillo]

There is a door! On the walkway! I always thought the Admiral was an idiot.

Violet tries to reach the walkway with her barbed coil of death.

Damn, too far. Maybe if I stood on someone's shoulders? Or we could get the elephant to knock the wall down. Why does nobody ever think?

Mutters to herself : At least Ret might be useful for once. He can raise the people who die. That should annoy the Admiral...

"Scam, I know you're bitter about your past life, but please, I ask you, not in front of these children."

You call me a child? You're the one who stole the Summoning Stone that should be mine! You're the Summoner, GET US OUT OF HERE!