This is a spiritual sequel to Tom's BRoom game, Samuel L. Jackson Mafia. Although it has already filled, I still require people to confirm their /ins and post the secret thingies to prove they read the rules and stuff. Replacements would also be lovely.
Warning: This game contains language.
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Quentin Tarantino: "Okay so Bruce, what I need, what I want, what, what I need from you here, is you're gonna sit in that chair, that chair right there, right? That chair there."
Bruce Willis: "Uh-huh."
Quentin: "And you're gonna sit in it, like really sit in it, sit in it like you've never been so fuckin' glad to see a chair in your life, like you haven't sat in years, man."
Bruce: "Okay."
Quentin: "Alright then, so then Sammy's gonna come in, and he's gonna strap you in. And like, this is your only friend in the world, man. Your only friend in the fuckin' world! And he's gonna help you with the device."
Bruce: "Yeah."
Quentin: "Yeah. And that, that's when Sammy puts it on. You guys ready?"
Samuel L. Jackson: "Hell yeah."
Quentin: "Alright, let's roll it. Action!"
Bruce slumps into the chair. Sam walks over to him, and slips the device over his head.
...suddenly, Bruce spasms and falls out of his chair.
Quentin: "Goddamn it, CUT! What the hell just happened?"
Deus Ex Machina Doctor: "....Uh, Mr. Tarantino, I think he's... in a coma."
Quentin: ...
Samuel: "Huh."
Quentin: "...alright, so we get Uma Thurman, right, and I had this idea with some stock footage--"
_____________________________
You wake up, and look around. You all see... well... you. Fifteen of you... but different. You're in a vast landscape of big cars, dive bars, urban jungle and explosions. The subconscious of testosterone.
Samuel L. Jackson floats above.
"I'm tired, Bruce. Reeaaal fuckin' tired. No matter how much I chew the scenery, somehow I never manage to upstage you when we collaborate. We're always equals.
Why? Your acting is so understated, so restrained and subtle. Weary. You bald honky mothafucka look at me when I'm talkin' to you!
Now. I've decided the only way to upstage you once and for all... is to kill the left half of your brain. I'm gonna teeaaaar yo ass apart Bruce, oh hell yes I am.
You see, the way I see it, you got only so many levels of versatility. A buncha 'Brucesonas', if you will, that you adapt to new characters. It's how you give depth without doing much. Yeah, I got you figured out, bitch.
So the way I see it I just gotta get them in conflict, and yo mind will do the rest of the work for me, Bruce.
Look around you. You all think you're Cowboys. And most of you are. Good Cowboys. But in your midst... are a few Fuckheads. And they're gonna make sure everything goes exactly as I planned.
Mothafucka."
He floats off into the sky and disappears.
The hunt is on. You have to save Bruce Willis's psyche before it's too late!
Rules:
The rules below are based on those presented by Tom in Final Fantasy VII: Mafia, but they are different enough that you are expected to read them before joining the game.
Fundamental:
1. Editing your posts is against the rules. If you edit any post, for any reason, I will reverse the edit.
2. Don't attack another player personally. Counter their arguments and even criticize their playing style, but don't let the discussion degenerate into personal attacks.
Communication:
1. Unless otherwise stated in your role PM, communication with anyone about the game outside of the game thread is not allowed. This includes communicating with other players, communicating with dead players, communicating with people who are not playing, anyone. For any communication that is allowed, you must PM me a log of the conversation.
2. Do not quote mod PMs, and do not fake a quoted mod PM. Do not post the quote, image, or any of the information that is in your role PM. Breaking this rule can result in a modkill. Simply put everything in your own words and you will be fine. Also, do not display, link to, or reference the image that is included in your role PM.
3. To prove that you have read the rules please make reference to your disdain for rich people in your /in post.
4. You may not post in the thread in any kind of code. Please speak only English.
Voting and Lynching:
1. All actions, including voting and unvoting, must be bolded. However, voting is slightly different here: Instead of "vote", you will say Yippie Ki Yay Mothafucker: EE. Unvoting is mandatory, and can be said in full (un-yippie ki yay mothafucker: EE) or abbreviated (Un-yippie ki yay; un-yippie). Votes not performed in this manner will not be counted.
2. A lynch will occur when someone has received n/2 + 1 votes, rounded down to the nearest integer, where n is the number of players currently alive. When a lynch occurs, the Day will end.
3. You may vote for a ‘no lynch’ if desired (Yippie Ki Yay Mothafucker: No Lynch). If a majority of the players in the game vote for a no lynch, the Day will end without a lynch.
4. If a majority of votes has not been reached at deadline, the player with the most votes will be lynched. In the event of a tie, the first player to reach this number will be lynched.
5. Once the requirements for a lynch are met, then the game enters Twilight, where all currently alive players (including the soon-to-be-lynched) may still communicate but actions cannot be made unless otherwise stated. The game will then progress to Night at the declaration of the moderator.
6. In addition to your dislike for rich people, mention the name of a Bruce Willis movie.
7. Do not post in the thread at Night. Posting in the thread at Night will result in negative consequences.
8. Once you have died, you are allowed to make one final post. However, this post may only include something with the meaning of one of the following phrases: “bah go town,” “bah go scum,” or “bah go indy.” Giving any hints or suggestions to your teammates after your death will hurt your chances of getting into future mafia games.
Activity and Deadline:
1. You are required to post every 72 hours. Failure to do so will result in a prod. If you are forcing regular prodding, you may be replaced/modkilled at my discretion.
2. Deadlines will typically be two weeks from the start of Day. Deadlines for night actions will typically be 48 hours after the end of the Day. You may ask me in the thread to extend a deadline, but do not expect an extension.
Guarantees:
1. There is no jester/similar role in this game.
2. Role assignment is completely randomized.
Still Fuckin' Around:
2) Rockin
6) Omis
8) Macman
9) junglefever
11) Mediocre
Quit Fuckin' Around
-Tom (Lt. A.K. Waters; Fuckhead Navy SEAL) -- Fuckin' shot by Boss Nigger D1.
-Ronike (Harrison Hill; Cowboy Deviant) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N1.
-KevinM (Joe Hallenbeck; Cowboy Vengeful Scumbag) -- Fuckin' impaled by Sweet Sweetback's sweet... .... ...D2
-mentosman8 (Butch Coolidge; Cowboy Boxer) -- Killed, fuckin' A killed by Joe Hallenbeck D2.
-Marshy (UNIDENTIFIABLE BRUCESONA) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N2.
-smashman90 (Tom Hardy; Cowboy River Patroller) -- Fuckin' blown up by nukes via boat crash (but at least Chris Tucker died too) D3.
-Chaco (Hudson Hawk; Cowboy Hated Thief) -- Fuckin' killed by Samuel L. Jackson himself D4.
-Gheb_01 (Harry Stamper; Cowboy Miner) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N4.
-Pythag (Dr. Malcolm Crow; Cowboy Beloved Psychiatrist) -- Abruptly fuckin' killed D5.
-color=royalblue]Omni (David Dunn; Cowboy Detective)[/color] -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N5.
Waitin' to Fuck Around:
Prods:
Confirming your /in as appropriate will remove the question marks. Once you do, PMs will be sent out.
Warning: This game contains language.
________________________________
Quentin Tarantino: "Okay so Bruce, what I need, what I want, what, what I need from you here, is you're gonna sit in that chair, that chair right there, right? That chair there."
Bruce Willis: "Uh-huh."
Quentin: "And you're gonna sit in it, like really sit in it, sit in it like you've never been so fuckin' glad to see a chair in your life, like you haven't sat in years, man."
Bruce: "Okay."
Quentin: "Alright then, so then Sammy's gonna come in, and he's gonna strap you in. And like, this is your only friend in the world, man. Your only friend in the fuckin' world! And he's gonna help you with the device."
Bruce: "Yeah."
Quentin: "Yeah. And that, that's when Sammy puts it on. You guys ready?"
Samuel L. Jackson: "Hell yeah."
Quentin: "Alright, let's roll it. Action!"
Bruce slumps into the chair. Sam walks over to him, and slips the device over his head.
...suddenly, Bruce spasms and falls out of his chair.
Quentin: "Goddamn it, CUT! What the hell just happened?"
Deus Ex Machina Doctor: "....Uh, Mr. Tarantino, I think he's... in a coma."
Quentin: ...
Samuel: "Huh."
Quentin: "...alright, so we get Uma Thurman, right, and I had this idea with some stock footage--"
_____________________________
You wake up, and look around. You all see... well... you. Fifteen of you... but different. You're in a vast landscape of big cars, dive bars, urban jungle and explosions. The subconscious of testosterone.
Samuel L. Jackson floats above.
"I'm tired, Bruce. Reeaaal fuckin' tired. No matter how much I chew the scenery, somehow I never manage to upstage you when we collaborate. We're always equals.
Why? Your acting is so understated, so restrained and subtle. Weary. You bald honky mothafucka look at me when I'm talkin' to you!
Now. I've decided the only way to upstage you once and for all... is to kill the left half of your brain. I'm gonna teeaaaar yo ass apart Bruce, oh hell yes I am.
You see, the way I see it, you got only so many levels of versatility. A buncha 'Brucesonas', if you will, that you adapt to new characters. It's how you give depth without doing much. Yeah, I got you figured out, bitch.
So the way I see it I just gotta get them in conflict, and yo mind will do the rest of the work for me, Bruce.
Look around you. You all think you're Cowboys. And most of you are. Good Cowboys. But in your midst... are a few Fuckheads. And they're gonna make sure everything goes exactly as I planned.
Mothafucka."
He floats off into the sky and disappears.
The hunt is on. You have to save Bruce Willis's psyche before it's too late!
Rules:
The rules below are based on those presented by Tom in Final Fantasy VII: Mafia, but they are different enough that you are expected to read them before joining the game.
Fundamental:
1. Editing your posts is against the rules. If you edit any post, for any reason, I will reverse the edit.
2. Don't attack another player personally. Counter their arguments and even criticize their playing style, but don't let the discussion degenerate into personal attacks.
Communication:
1. Unless otherwise stated in your role PM, communication with anyone about the game outside of the game thread is not allowed. This includes communicating with other players, communicating with dead players, communicating with people who are not playing, anyone. For any communication that is allowed, you must PM me a log of the conversation.
2. Do not quote mod PMs, and do not fake a quoted mod PM. Do not post the quote, image, or any of the information that is in your role PM. Breaking this rule can result in a modkill. Simply put everything in your own words and you will be fine. Also, do not display, link to, or reference the image that is included in your role PM.
3. To prove that you have read the rules please make reference to your disdain for rich people in your /in post.
4. You may not post in the thread in any kind of code. Please speak only English.
Voting and Lynching:
1. All actions, including voting and unvoting, must be bolded. However, voting is slightly different here: Instead of "vote", you will say Yippie Ki Yay Mothafucker: EE. Unvoting is mandatory, and can be said in full (un-yippie ki yay mothafucker: EE) or abbreviated (Un-yippie ki yay; un-yippie). Votes not performed in this manner will not be counted.
2. A lynch will occur when someone has received n/2 + 1 votes, rounded down to the nearest integer, where n is the number of players currently alive. When a lynch occurs, the Day will end.
3. You may vote for a ‘no lynch’ if desired (Yippie Ki Yay Mothafucker: No Lynch). If a majority of the players in the game vote for a no lynch, the Day will end without a lynch.
4. If a majority of votes has not been reached at deadline, the player with the most votes will be lynched. In the event of a tie, the first player to reach this number will be lynched.
5. Once the requirements for a lynch are met, then the game enters Twilight, where all currently alive players (including the soon-to-be-lynched) may still communicate but actions cannot be made unless otherwise stated. The game will then progress to Night at the declaration of the moderator.
6. In addition to your dislike for rich people, mention the name of a Bruce Willis movie.
7. Do not post in the thread at Night. Posting in the thread at Night will result in negative consequences.
8. Once you have died, you are allowed to make one final post. However, this post may only include something with the meaning of one of the following phrases: “bah go town,” “bah go scum,” or “bah go indy.” Giving any hints or suggestions to your teammates after your death will hurt your chances of getting into future mafia games.
Activity and Deadline:
1. You are required to post every 72 hours. Failure to do so will result in a prod. If you are forcing regular prodding, you may be replaced/modkilled at my discretion.
2. Deadlines will typically be two weeks from the start of Day. Deadlines for night actions will typically be 48 hours after the end of the Day. You may ask me in the thread to extend a deadline, but do not expect an extension.
Guarantees:
1. There is no jester/similar role in this game.
2. Role assignment is completely randomized.
Still Fuckin' Around:
2) Rockin
6) Omis
8) Macman
9) junglefever
11) Mediocre
Quit Fuckin' Around
-Tom (Lt. A.K. Waters; Fuckhead Navy SEAL) -- Fuckin' shot by Boss Nigger D1.
-Ronike (Harrison Hill; Cowboy Deviant) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N1.
-KevinM (Joe Hallenbeck; Cowboy Vengeful Scumbag) -- Fuckin' impaled by Sweet Sweetback's sweet... .... ...D2
-mentosman8 (Butch Coolidge; Cowboy Boxer) -- Killed, fuckin' A killed by Joe Hallenbeck D2.
-Marshy (UNIDENTIFIABLE BRUCESONA) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N2.
-smashman90 (Tom Hardy; Cowboy River Patroller) -- Fuckin' blown up by nukes via boat crash (but at least Chris Tucker died too) D3.
-Chaco (Hudson Hawk; Cowboy Hated Thief) -- Fuckin' killed by Samuel L. Jackson himself D4.
-Gheb_01 (Harry Stamper; Cowboy Miner) -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N4.
-Pythag (Dr. Malcolm Crow; Cowboy Beloved Psychiatrist) -- Abruptly fuckin' killed D5.
-color=royalblue]Omni (David Dunn; Cowboy Detective)[/color] -- Had his fuckin' neck broken N5.
Waitin' to Fuck Around:
Prods:
Confirming your /in as appropriate will remove the question marks. Once you do, PMs will be sent out.
