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"Look, are you seeing that fucking Loki thing ignoring me, continuing to say nothing of worth and dodge all questioning, and, like, suspiciously specifically denying seeing Infinite last night? No?" Dave scratched at his scalp. "I don't know, it's at the point where they're so obviously dodgy it...

Dave stared at the tiny chameleon as it wailed in distress. "Well, shit," he muttered. "I was suspicious of him too. What the fuck." He took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, we're definitely jailing someone today, and I spent some time thinking about this in the night, since I didn't get a lot of...

Dave stared at Mia, tensing as she stood up to protect him. "Mia, that's - you shouldn't -" But when no one seemed to take her up on the challenge, he relaxed slightly, sinking back in his chair. His gaze lingered hard on Mia, though.

Dave folds his arms in exasperation. "Well, there's not much to say for myself when there's no real argument, is there? Near as I can tell, most everyone wanting to jail me wants it for half-assed reasons, just to do something, or with some vague fucking one-sentence handwave about how...

((In a vanilla-heavy game, no-lynching is rarely a good idea. But it was implied that in this one most everyone has some kind of power, and in that kind of setup lynching an innocent is a bit more expensive for town and there's more to be gained if we can keep people alive longer to gain more...

((Man, I am not used to playing mafia super-aggressively. Please disregard his tone, he is just being Dave))

Dave looked at the Cranidos in silence for a moment. "DNA. It's a big molecule that controls how your body develops and functions. It's how life works. Or at least it's how it's supposed to work. Who knows how anything works in this place." He gestures vaguely towards Mia. "Her DNA's part...

((Cabot is precious and I love him))

"But I agree tomorrow we should try to actually take a stab at who's behind this with the information we've got. Can't afford to stall forever while we're picked off."

Dave's lips curled into the slightest of smiles as Mia proposed fighting the Psyduck. "No, Mia, uh, better not. Yeah, the Psyduck's making up like a dozen significant figures out of thin air, but remember how we've talked about how attacking people will get you put in jail? That, but more so."...

Dave reached out for the bottle automatically, then hesitated. He gave the Scrafty a suspicious squint for a moment. Then he shrugged and took it, digging in his pocket for a bottle opener. "Thanks." Before taking a swig of the bottle, he added, "If I drop dead, jail him."

((I DID IT AGAIN OH MY GOD))

((Noooo I was going to stick to past tense but I'm used to RPing in present tense)) "So, well, I say for now we don't jail someone who might be helpful, and tonight we try to gather information." Dave looks restlessly around. "God. Is there any place to get a fucking drink around here."

Dave stares at Mel. "Okay, what the fuck? Fine, I'm sorry for not babbling on with empty platitudes or telling my fucking life story in rap. I guess I missed the memo on the storytelling contest over the part where people are fucking disappearing." He throws a glance at Cabot, scratching at his...

((Did not manage to post last night because I was scrambling to make a last-minute Patreon, will be able to post sometime tonight, sorry for the lack of participation guys))

"What do you even mean, contradictions in people's stories? We're all from different fucking universes. I could tell you Pokémon don't fucking talk or join navies where I come from, and Zygarde's a monster from this mythology made up by drunk vikings that also involves a dude getting pregnant by...

Dave sat there, arms crossed, fingers drumming, scowl deepening as the others spoke. A fucking talking duck. A rapping Scrafty. A Cranidos talking about being in the fucking navy. A transforming fucking myth-snake. All just... sitting in a circle telling their stories like some kind of fucking...

The night phase of a mafia game is only for night actions; all player interactions (except for the mafia, who can communicate with each other privately at any time, and sometimes other roles that explicitly permit out-of-thread communication) take place in the thread during the day. So, right...

(Inspired by Chibi Pika in the Discord.) Groundhog Day is a 1993 romantic comedy starring Bill Murray (and a 2016 musical adaptation starring Andy Karl that's better than the movie, spicy take don't @ me). In it, disgruntled asshole weatherman Phil Connors is sent to Punxsutawney to cover the...

Name: David Ambrose (Dave) Species: Human Gender: Male Personality: Has for his entire adult life covered up his many issues and insecurities with anger, sarcasm and general jerkassitude. He is very smart and also kind of an idiot and generally terrible and often pretty self-destructive...