Antarctic Research Station
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| Host |
|---|
| Spectrum |
| Number of Players |
| 26 |
| Other stats |
| Forum: Critical Failures |
| Date started: 10-01-2009 |
| Date complete: 10-04-2009 |
| Length: 3 days |
| Type: Traditional |
| Winner: Flawless Mafia Victory |
Min-phalla run by Spectrum.
Contents |
Narration Links
Player List
Day 0 Dead
- Infidel - Alec Gardiner, Quartermaster - Frozen solid
Day 1 Dead
- Dogbone33 - Researcher - Fractured skull
- Gumpy - Edward Ashford, Head Researcher - Hypothermia
- Kistra - Researcher - Hypothermia
- lonelyahava - Researcher - Shanked
- Robos A Go Go - Researcher - Hypothermia
- simonwolf - Researcher - Hypothermia
- Zandracon - Researcher - Mob rule
Day 2 Dead
- Dunadan019 - Researcher - Icicle'd
- Ebfan - James Todd Smith, Deputy Chief of Security - Frozen
- Fatal3RR0R - Researcher - BOOM, HEADSHOT
- garroad_ran - Erik Prince, Executive - Mob Rule
Final Day
The Dead
- Darian - Mark Vincent, Chief of Security - Stabbed
- kuhlmeye - Boris Grishenko, Janitor - Mob Rule
- uean - Researcher - Hypothermia
- vagrant_winds - Researcher - Shot full of buck
The Victorious
- B:L - Possessed Researcher
- FunkyWaltDogg - Possessed Researcher
- Houn - Possessed Researcher
- Orange Soda - Possessed Researcher
- psolms - Possessed Researcher
The Surviving
- Infidel - Albert Wesker, Infiltrator - Faked his death. Wasn't able to capitalize on the researchers' efforts to flush out a specimen in order to capture one, but escapes the facility with data.
Alive, but not for long
- Arivia - Researcher
- Dac Vin - Researcher
- dunedainjedi - William Birkin, Married Researcher
- Kay - Researcher
- Nocturne - Annette Birkin, Married Researcher
Roles
Village
Villager
Chief of Security
You are...
...Mark Vincent, Chief of Security. You're a badass motherfucker whose credo is "I end lives." Maybe a little *too* badass. After that unfortunate incident in front of the embassy with the nuns, you were deemed a little bit of an embarrassment for the company, hence why you find yourself out here in the ass end of nowhere. You had to do what you did, though. There were INSURGENTS.
At any rate, the rest of the facility is going to depend on you in order to make it out of this, so don't let them down!
Abilities: Weapons Training - You know how to use firearms
Items: Shotgun - Once per day, someone's going to get a face full of buckshot. Or a slug. Or some white phosphorous. Or maybe just clubbed in the back of the head. Y'know, whatever's handy.
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Deputy Chief of Security
You are...
...James Todd Smith, Deputy Chief of Security. You were formerly a SWAT Officer in LA until a few too many explosions cost the county money and you were let go. You were hired on by the corporation after that. Unfortunately, trouble continued to follow you, so you were eventually reassigned here. A necessary, but undesirable position. It wasn't your fault, though. There were TERRORISTS.
At least you can do some good here. You'll do your best to keep people alive in this mess and maybe you'll all make it out of here.
Abilities: Weapons Training - You know how to use firearms Bodyguard Training - Once per day, you're someone's shadow, watching their back, protecting them from direct threats. You may NOT self-guard.
Items: None right now. Maybe you should have given better thought to who you handed your weapon to!
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Head Researcher
You are...
...Edward Ashford, Head Researcher. Morals? Ethics? What are those? Your work for the company has been glorious, jump starting various biological research division and earning untold billions. You're the reason the company even has an outpost here, after you discovered something buried in the ice.
Unfortunately, it looks like you might have finally unearthed something that almost all of your scientific talents can't comprehend.
Almost.
Abilities: Plasmogenic Detector - Once per day, you will have enough reagent necessary to use this machine to scan one person and determine if they are still human. You'll remember their identity, too. You don't normally pay too much attention to the individual peons under you, but now's as good a time to start as any, right?
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Married Researcher
You are...
...William Birkin, Married Researcher. You've researched various controversial things for the corporation, but it seems like you've lost focus a bit ever since being married. You don't care, though, as your wife fills a hole in your life you didn't know you had. Even so, there is important work to be done and so, as one of the corporation's top researchers, here you are in Antarctica.
Abilities: Married - You are married to Annette Birkin, Nocturne. You are deeply in love with her and know that she hasn't changed since the incident, so you are confident in her innocence. In addition, you two share body heat at night.
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Married Researcher
You are...
...Annette Birkin, Married Researcher. You're a relatively new researcher to the corporation and aren't entirely sure if what they're doing is right. However, you're devoted to your husband, a fellow researcher whom you met on the job, and so you followed him here to the Antartic Research Station where important research awaited.
Abilities: Married - You are married to William Birkin, dunedainjedi. You are deeply in love with him and know that he hasn't changed since the incident, so you are confident in his innocence. In addition, you two share body heat at night.
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Janitor
You are...
...Boris Grishenko, Janitor. What? It's an important duty. You've got a bunch of eggheads in a remote research facility off to themselves. You think the toilets are going to clean themselves? Job's a job, but you didn't sign up for this.
Unfortunately, you have a pathological fear of being frozen. Whoops.
Abilities: Stolen Heatpacks - Unknown to anyone else, you had a spare key to supply. The moment the shit hit the fan, you broke in and stole all the heatpacks. You'd be damned if you were going to freeze to death! Unfortunately, you were kind of an idiot and wasted too many of them last night being nice, warm, and cozy. You don't have many left and are going to have to ration using them. It looks like this is serious, though, and people might die if you don't give those out.
Once per day, you may slip a heatpack into someone's bed, giving them a moderate heat boost that night. You MAY self-target with this ability.
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
The Executive
You are...
...Erik Prince, the Executive. You sit on the Board of Directors of the corporation, one of the movers and shakers of the world. Apparently they had just made a big discovery out here, so you flew out here to check. It was a big discovery, but also a potentially lethal one. You don't really care, though. You only care about the bottom line. And yourself.
Abilities: Jerkass - Screw these researchers, you're the important one around here! Once per day, you fiddle with the thermostats and leech a moderate amount of heat from someone. You steal heat for yourself. Alternatively, you may choose to share that heat with someone overnight (), but a small amount of the leeched heat will be lost to the air in doing so.
Win Condition: Survive.
You may attain a minor win if you share your heat with 4 people.
Mafia
Possessed Researcher
You are...
...a possessed researcher. Whoops. Yep, you've been taken over by a malevolent spirit of the ice from ELSEWHERE. Your goal is to usher in a new Age of Winter...eventually. For now, you'd like to wake up your boss. To do that, you'll need to take control of the facility.
The possessed researchers are B:L, FunkyWaltDogg, Houn, psolms, and Orange Soda.
As a group, you have the following powers: Ritual of Frost - The unnatural wintry conditions (and general electrical failures and anything else spooky going on) are your doing. Every night, you will automatically kill the person who has the least heat. Mechanically, this is the person with the lowest posts THAT DAY. In the event of a tie, multiple people will freeze to death. The post check and this kill are the LAST action every night, specifically after all other kills.
Possessed researchers are not immune to the cold. Stupid meatbag body. Furthermore, the ritual requires 2 researchers alive at the end of the night to function.
Stabbing - It's a stabbing. Do I really need to come up with something clever for this? You target one person a night and attempt to shank them.
Win Condition: Living possessed researchers must equal or outnumber all living, village-aligned players.
You may attain a minor win if 7 people freeze to death. Their deaths will keep you from collapsing back into quiescence like last time.
Joke Role
Quartermaster
...Alec Gardiner, Quartermaster. You're a very detail oriented person. You love to make lists, spreadsheets, and complex databases of what's contained in supply. Unfortunately, you're a little TOO meticulous, so when the company wants to lose something, it's not as easy with you around. Hence why you're out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
Abilities: Supply - You've given out everything you have to help people survive the cold. If you find some more supplies later, maybe you'll be able to help a few specific people.
Win Condition: End the quarantine by destroying the hidden menace.
Keikaku means plan
Looks like everyone thinks you're dead, a valiant hero to be remembered.
Just as planned.
In reality, you are really...
...Albert Wesker. Alec Gardiner was your cover identity. You're actually an operative for another division of the corporation and have been given certain...advantages. The experimental virus treatments you've underwent have given you a certain amount of superhuman resiliency, triggered by your death. You've been told that you'll develop some other abilities later but that's for another time.
The rival division wanted you to sabotage the research here, eliminate Edward Ashford, and steal any tangible results you could get your hands on.
Unfortunate for them, you have other ideas. Your own corporation, perhaps. Or something bigger...
Abilities: Fake Death - You are secretly still in the game.
Resiliency - One man alone won't put you down for the count. Not a normal human, at least.
Win Condition: Survive.
