> Okay, so... I have determined something. It's quite upsetting. A Sentinel *has* gone rogue, and we believe it is hiding in the theme menu. I think it might have made up some themes that don't actually exist. It's corrupted Icibalus, which is really quite frustrating. I will be disabling all themes while we fix the problem.
> Night [0] begins. You may not talk anywhere except StorpNet.
> It was then that the machine, more accurately, the Sentinel, realised his mistake. The rogue sentinel had rigged Storp ULTRA BESPOKE to explode the memories of everybody attatched to it when disabled. In other words, he activated mass amnesia like a fucking moron. Needless to say, this qualifies as an emergency.
> Sending 'Rolecards'
> Alright. So technically, I shouldn’t be briefing any of you on this. I’m Icibalus, a Sentinel. I’m unfortunately going to have to tell you the truth of Storp. After Zandu Storp Jr,. (and I guess some other people) defeated the Machines in Neo Storpeo, he had an idea: become immortal by imprinting his own thoughtwaves into their bodies. This went surprisingly well. The world may technically be run by the Machines, but in reality it is the High Sentinels, living in a pocket simulation called the Automatic Practical Operations Center who control reality.
> It just so happens they control it badly.
THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS IMPORTANT
> Understanding and use of these files will be critical to success in this game. If you have any questions, contact me through StorpNet.
> Day 1 begins at 2020-07-20T17:00:00Z
> What? Surely it won't take that long for everybody to adj- let me investigate this.
> Are you sick of not having access to powers beyond mortal imagination?
> Here at IncantationNation.arg, we are dedicated to providing only the best Incant.json files on the market. TECHNICALLY we are completely illegal and any person connected to StorpNet found buying things from us will result in you losing access to breathing privileges, but we have a little… arrangement, there. So, before you all got your memories wiped, you were all customers here! So we feel obligated to explain our process!
Basic Rules
Security Codes
Three players are attempting to acquire file exam.PLE:
Billy submits a Download action with Security Code 1.
Plungleberry submits a Purchase action with Security Codes 1, 5, 6, 9, 69.
Arete submits a Purchase action with Security Codes 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
That means the following security codes are submitted at the end of the day:
exam.PLE - 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 69
Since both Billy and Plungleberry submitted number 1, the lowest number nobody else chose is 2, and thus Arete gets the file. Billy, however, submitted a Download action, and thus he gets limited information about the file that Arete acquired through the file’s Download Notes
> The available files for Day 1 will be announced with Start of Day. Some roles may have abilities which interact with this shop in unique ways.
> In the Raining Square of Salem, twenty-one confused residents stumbled, fascinating by the unyielding emptiness beneath their feet. The Raining Square is built entirely out of entities that could not exist in the real world- solid, unbreakable barriers that nonetheless are unbound by the constraints of light. The only reason the stumbling hackers knew which way to go was because of the rain- spiralling down from the clouds and hitting the stones where it pleased, revealing the way. This rain, of course, was cheated in, and impossible to feel, impossible to drink. It also was rendered very improperly.
> Visible only in a million raindrops was the glowing nexus of eyes that calls itself SYSTEM. The figures could only see him through their peripheral vision, looking to and fro to find the shimmering invisibility. He spake thus:
> Right, uh yes. You've received your rolecards. I've given you some designations, the best I can. Essentially, a sentinel, Icibalus, a former member of APOC, has gone rogue. I'm not sure what's going on. But I believe he's enlisted your cooperation, somehow. Uh, I mean some of you.
> The monstrous machine, barely comprised of Storp at all, began to chitter meaninglessly-
> Hold on a moment. Look, at least one of you is a traitor, kill them before it's too late! Bye! DO NOT INTERRUPT ME, ICIBALUS. YOU ARE FAULTY AND IT IS MY JOB TO FIX YOU >Oh, is it now? >Shut it. And don't interrupt me.
> Day 1 begins. You have 48 hours to decide on a player to execute.
> You may now post here, and in private communications with other players, so long as I am included. And before any of you get clever, you cannot add people to your StorpNet channel.
> Are you ready? Because we are!
> In the skies above Salem, a dangerous and surely Anti-Storp force placed an anentena, and locked it in place with some horriifc developer asset the monsters who trapped humanity here undoubtedly left in the source code by accident. It appears that you are being contacted by IncantationNation.arg, citizens. Well, these are dangerous times, and call for dangerous measures. You may purchase things from them, I suppose...?
> Cool! Here are the Incant.json files available for today!
> BAMB.oozle
> Storp.Now!
> bleed.Red
> Submit a Purchase, Download or other IncantationNation.arg action by the end of the day to have a chance of acquiring one of these three files! This does not count as a day ability.
