castledoom.com

[Baron]

Notice: This will now be the game chat thread between games. If it is about the game then any CD member can post here. During games, Active and Killed players need to use their respective boards instead. Non-playing CD members can, however, post here during games about the game as an audience.

Thank You.

[Edit by Joe; the following is the inugural post in our first Dead board by Baron]



*The good Baron wanders into a great stone cave. Luckily, the cave---located in the Heart of the Earth---is very well lighted by sulfur fires. There is a bar and several tables spread about. The good Baron is not in a very good shape...he is missing a chest cavity, and is wearing a silver mask to disguise his distorted face. Wandering along, he find a table occupied by two gentlemen, one extremely old, the other with a sword through his body.*

Baron: "Why...why...you're Lord Kyndraeg! And you're Duke Doom!"

Lord Kyndraeg: "Welcome, son. Pull up a seat. The beer is warm, but the roast is great!"

*A drink and platter magically appear on the table in front of Baron.*

Baron: "B-but...I thought you were dead!"

Duke Doom: "You're one to be speaking."

Kyndraeg: "You see, we're all dead. Sort of."

Baron: "Is this hell? It seems like hell."

Doom: "Not quite. We are currently in an underground cavern, six-thousand leagues under the surface, totally isolated from Halcyon and the outside world."

Baron: "If all three of us are dead, what are we doing here?"

Kyndraeg: "It seems that we are trapped in an earthly, hellish purgatory, all of us undead. We cannot enter heaven, nor hell, because we are trapped...by the Curse of Doom. All who die in relation to the curse are trapped here, until the curse is fulfilled and Halcyon is saved---or destroyed."

*Baron hangs his head. He then sits down, picks up the drink, and starts sipping it.*

Baron: "That's too bad. How long have you been here?"

Doom: "Several hundred years. At first we spent several centuries fighting, but we eventually settled our differences. Now we're just waiting. And playing chess. And eating and drinking. Oh, son...you're bleeding in your beer."

*Baron jumps, slightly startled. His hand's crucifiction wound is leaking.*

Baron: "Sorry...I'll bandage that up..."

[Darkness]

hello !!

i am here to keep you company :D

*glances at the old Lords* ehh.. they don't bite, do they ?

[Guest]

*Snaps with fingers

Double vodka, please.

[Baron]

I don't think old Kydreag has any teeth any more.

Life is tough as a corpse...

[Brf]

Is this heaven? It seems a bit too dark and enclosed for that hmmm?

Out of the frying pan and into the fire....

~ Looks at Divvy and Miser, passed out on the floor ~

I wonder what your fellow wolves are up to, considering the villagers would probably have lynched me today anyway?

I still say I am a villager, but since wolf victims are not revealed they will never know for sure. I could even be a wolf, since they can kill one of their own.

Nibby, if you are ever GM, dont use red.... I cant read that. Maybe yellow would stand out enough

[JuntaJoe]

Damn! The Wolves got me! :evil:

What gives with that? I still wasn't even close to figuring one out.

Well, it looks like the evil triumverate of Brf and the Joes turned out to be a bum idea.

Guess the wolves have them all fooled.

They might have started two in the hole by inactives, but they've cut the group down by a third with probably no more losses.

I'm betting the wolves have their act together.

It's gonna be a bloodbath! :P

[Brf]

Sit down. Have a drink. More of our buddies will be here soon.

[JuntaJoe]

Oh, I'm chillin' now. And laughing because the live ones are stumped. This place will be plenty busy soon enough. :lol:

[har]

:lol:

[CooJoe]

*CooJoe stumbles into the bar, his clothes soaked in blood, and his head stapled back on.*

I need a drink.

[Baron]

Would you like the root beer floats?

Unfortunately, the ice-cream melted centuries ago...

[Brf]

Those remaining villagers are all nuts.... voting for non-existant players....


There is one vote for Rainman, which I assume is for Rainmen, but the rest are for Railman, which I can only assume are for Railhan, who is already dead....

[JuntaJoe]

It was like that in the last vote. Oddball votes for deaders and a known human. They aren't paying attention, which plays into the hands of the wolves. He might have bad theories, but it seems that only Decoy is really trying.

[JuntaJoe]

And Decoy gets munched today. The Guardian seems pretty sloppy, if you ask me. Decoy was the obvious target. Unless the Guardian is toast too.

Decoy figured one thing right too. Got to give him his props. Waiting for the slackers to implode revealed a 3rd wolf. Only 4 wolves have been active, if that many.

So far, the villagers have yet to string up one wolf.

[JuntaJoe]

Hmmmm, rainmen makes an odd dying breath.

He goes after Batchman, who didn't vote for him.

Did the Seer just kick the bucket?

[Decoy]

Decoy, the recently revealed vigilante, went to sleep on the fifth night since the attacks began. Unfortunately for him, when he finally awoke it was in a site of horrible bloodshed. That is to say, a service elevator. A voice chimed in over the intercom, saying "4,000 leagues and counting". Now for a poor villager who just happened to have recently used his incredibly awesome axe of awesomness to decapitate CooJoe, going to sleep in your comfortable bed and waking up in a steel elevator to the sound of a disembodied voice, Decoy was remarkably calm. That was until he noticed his surprisingly unnoticable lack of arms. After a brief burst of yelling mixed with sobbing, Decoy was himself again. The elevator intercom crackled into life once more, and the voice that came out of it noted "6,000 leagues, this floor contains magma, liquor, and of course, the Six-Thousand League Bar & Grill".

When the door of the elevator opened, it was to the comforting sight of readily available alcohol. It was unfortunate that this sight was accompanied by 20 living corpses. The animated bodies of the 18 dead villagers were present, and were currently admiring the chess abilities of Lord Kyndraeg and Duke Doom. Decoy noticed that 3 of the villagers had distinctly longer canines and slightly furrier backs. CooJoe was the first to notice Decoy, and he chuckled while pointing out "At least that bastard got what was coming to him". Kyndraeg invited Decoy to come and join the group watching the chess game "Come on son, we'll see to your arms soon enough. For now, come and watch Doom and I conclude our 200 year chess match." Decoy stood up and walked over to them, still slightly apprehensive because of the large number of dead people present. Of course, Decoy reasoned, given my distinct lack of arms, and absence of a pulse, one could assume that I am also dead. Satisfied with that (also questionable) logic, Decoy joined the throng watching the game. It wasn't very long however until Decoy realized the game had only gone on 200 years because neither the Lord nor the Duke knew the rules. Instead, they played an intriguing variation in which spare troops were brought on every 5 turns, and 3 dice were rolled to decide the outcome of the combat. The major downside of this form of combat was that the result of the roll was always 3 sixes...

The Six-Thousand League Bar & Grill was a pleasant place, where old rivalries and quarrels were forgotten, not prolonged. CooJoe and Har for example, had both forgiven Decoy (at least that's what he thought) for taking them out to save his own skin. It wasn't long until Decoy had two arms again, fashioned from the combination of hard liquor and magma. They burned and itched for a few hours (at least that's what Doom's watch said), but eventually became as comfortable as his previous pair. After a few beers, everyone was laughing at the events going on in the world above. "And those guys who voted for non-existant people, man I chuckled so hard at that I lost half my ribs again."
"And what about Steven? He votes for Decoy after he shows himself as human!"
"What about that guy who voted for me even after I died?"
"Hey I could lynched soon after that anyway!"

It was amazing for Decoy, that he never got tired, never got hungry, never got drunk, never got thirsty, but still managed to get a hangover. After that he vowed to keep off the drink, at least until he got accustomed to being dead (which is more disconcerting than most realize). To pass the time spent not drinking, Decoy posed the question to the rest of the culled crew: "Who do you think is a wolf, and who isn't? I personally think Waray is a little wolfish, but he's recently departed the village, so it doesn't really matter."

[Brf]

~ Setting up a chair with whoopee-cushion and pile of balloons to twist into little animals, in anticipation of the arrival of the Evil Clown, Batchman ~

[CooJoe]

Aye, clowns are a scary lot.

Anybody recognize the clown in the picture, I'll buy you a beer.

*A picture magically floats into the air.*

[Baron]

I'm pretty sure Batchman is not a wolf, simply from the cut-short correspondence we had while I was alive.

[JuntaJoe]

Strategizing via pm is not allowed in the rules, Baron.