[SFM] Airship Zeppriphon - Game Over

[Mercenary]

Vowed not to

[BlueStorm]

PIP PIP TALLY HO, CUP OF TEA AND JOLLY GOOD SHOW!

/By Jove, indeed!

[Frostwolf103]

https://tenor.com/view/flasheart-hahaha-punch-hit-gif-5646264

/in

[DatBird]

@DatBird

I’ll switch to /in

I guess this got lost
@Icibalus

[DatBird]

Well u know what just saw that Frost would also be number 12. Guess I wont play then

[Frostwolf103]

Which colony are you from, tom?

[Shurian]

Loading ExcuseMe.exe
Wow. Shet.

[Icibalus]

Curses. I hate it when our intended targets voulenteer somebody else. Oh well, I guess this’ll do.

sorry i have a bad habit of missing ins.

[DatBird]

no probelmo is spectating fine

[Icibalus]

The game has filled and will start on 2019-06-29T16:00:00Z. Rolecards will all be sent out before that time. Please confirm your slot in the game when you receive your rolecard.

From that point, the British will have 300 hours to win the game. If majority is reached at any time during that period then a roughly 24 hour night will begin, usually ending at 17:00 BST again.

@DatBird if you could occasionally help with VCs that’d be great. I’ll definitely be able to handle all action processing.

NIGHT ZERO BEGINS. DO NOT POST

[DatBird]

got ya can totally do that

[Icibalus]

Mission Briefing:

"Right, listen up. Considering the skills of some of you… good chaps I’m going to have to explain this nice and clearly:"

"YOU ARE NOT SPIES. YOU ARE NOT BEING INVITED TO JOIN HIS MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE. STOP TELLING YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU’RE A COOL SPY."

sigh "Now that we’ve got THAT out of the way, we can begin the bulk of your briefing. Your job is to deliver this document to the President of the United States of America. It contains details of the Axis forces’ movements throughout the inner jungles of Norwegia. This is an exceptionally important strategic mission, so be sure to be on gaurd at all times. We don’t think the Germans know about this mission, but just in case be on the lookout for spies."

"Howeeeeeever, we are a bit tight on budget at the moment." winks to DatBird "Unfortunately, we won’t be able to provide any parachutes for you, my good fellows. But don’t worry about that! Everything’s going to be totally tickety-boo. The famous British scientist/fuckwit Reginald Nervingbang willed the Jolly Good Jetpack™ to us before he exploded, so in case you need to get off the airship, just use the jetpack."

"Now… let’s see… ah yes! A few pieces of advice.Those of you who can write, DO NOT write down the entire crew manifest in case you forget. If there are somehow any German spies on the ship, we’ll be fucked. Also… let’s see… don’t throw people off the ship because you don’t like them unless they’re really really annoying… don’t pretend to be a “2-shot Strongwiller Omnimiller with an N0” turns around

"What the fuck is an Omnimiller?" Field-Marshal Icibalus shouts.
A few aides whisper into his ear successively.
"What the fuck… what kind of spy would claim to be FRAMED by the very fabric of the bloody universe"

sigh

"Okay, just DON’T DO THAT. Any questions? Good. Now get out of my sight."

All rolecards have been sent. Please confirm in your rolecards. The OP will be updated with everybody’s abilties (if not allignments) shortly.

[Icibalus]

Apologies for the delay, my good fellows. I shall reveal your identities to the world and begin the game shortly- for real this time.

[Icibalus]

TWO DAYS LATER:

A voice blares out of a loudspeaker:

"Good evening, gentlemen. We received your transmission about the german sabotage of the engines. It appears that you may be fucked. But do not worry! We have consulted a classic guide on how to deal with such incidents such as an airship being sabotaged by German spies!

Except wait, there isn’t one. So basically, you’re royally fucked in several unsavoury areas. Just sit tight, and DON’T, whatever you fucking do, DON’T START THROWING RANDOM PEOPLE OFF THE SHIP.

You should have 300 hours worth of fuel, which should be enough to fly straight to hell. Goodbye, my very good and not at all irritating friends. Somebody might miss you.

Oh yes, and just in case it leaked out already, here’s the crew manifest:

1. EndOfTheWorld - Hypnotist
2. Hippolytus - Private
3. Alice - Lookout
4. Kai_5 - Facilitator
5. Launchpad - Engineer
6. MathBlade - Lieutenant
7. MaximusPrime - Supervisor
8. Shurian - Radio Operative
9. Magnus - Technician
10. Sulit - Captain
11. BlueStorm - General
12. Frostwolf102 - Colonel

Now, in a few moments, intereference will come on the line, so I don’t have to talk to you any more. Still, stiff upper lip old dogs! Fight them on the fucking beaches.
the voice on the radio makes a bunch of weird buzzing sounds, then the radio fades to static.

Day 1 begins, and will end when majority is reached or if you all die a horrible death in a fire, whichever comes first.

300 HOURS OF DAYTIME REMAIN

[Icibalus]

A brief conversation

"Right. That should ensure their deaths. Let’s just sit back and fight against the actual enemy. " said the farinaceous Field-Marshal.

"Uh… sir… you do realise that might be exactly what the German command want? An opportunity to pretend that the mission was actually important and then to claim ‘Oh look, the British fucked up! I will now misquote Nitezche as a reason to whip my country’s crazed fanatics into a frenzy!’"

"DatBird?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I really hate you for saying that."

If 300 hours passes in total, the Germans will win.

[Launchpad]

/vote Sulit

[DatBird]

Accused	Voters	Votes
Sulit	Launchpad	1/7

[Launchpad]

|Accused|Voters|Votes|
|---|---|---|
|Player|Voters|1/7|

@DatBird

[MathBlade]

So Mr. Launchpad, what reaction are you hoping to elicit from such a vote?

[Launchpad]

I’m feeling around at this point, nothing in particular.
Why did you dissolve my RVS?