Witty Subtitle Edition
At a round table in a bunker miles beneath the Earth, five people were seated. These people were the representatives of the most powerful member nations of the Global Alliance, each one empowered to make decisions on the behalf of millions. These representatives were:
Jacabyte , the representative of the Geometrical Commonwealth
Mackilroy , the representative of the United States of Sulphuria
prophile , the representatice of the United Sodium Kingdom
nfreader , the representative of the Republic of Sillicon Valleys
and mud212 , the representative of the League of Mining Nations
"I don't see why we need to be here," Jacabyte said. "I have important business with the Geometrian College of Planes and Angles."
"We all have important business elsewhere," nfreader said, looking at Jacabyte with a glaring robotic eye. "I, for instance, have to see a man about a cake."
"Why is it I get the feeling you're prevaricating, nfreader?" prophile said. "Regarding this hypothetical cake, that is."
"Now, now, gentlemen," Mackilroy said. "I feel sure we would not have been summoned without good cause."
"The question is, what cause could it be?" mud212 said, leaning forwards. "Unless this is a trade discussion on the price of diamond blocks, I can't see the purpose."
"Nothing so pleasantly benign, I'm afraid, representative mud212 ," Shlimazel said, walking into the room. He set his briefcase down onto the table with a stereotypical bang, and surveyed the assembled representatives.
"I'll get right down to business, as I'm sure you would all prefer," Shlimazel continued, opening the briefcase. "It has come to light that a number of powerful, experimental nuclear weapons designed for destroying asteroids, nicknamed Crackerjacks, have gone missing." Shlimazel handed a bundle of folders from his briefcase to prophile , who took one and passed the rest along.
"Our intelligence indicates that this was the work of an organization of powerful terrorists, whose diabolical schemes are threatening the world, and indeed, the whole of humanity, with terrible devastation." Shlimazel paused.
"Is there more?" nfreader inquired after a moment. "I'm pausing for dramatic emphasis." Shlimazel said." "So should I get a book, or…" Mackilroy said.
" WE BELIEVE THEY ARE BEING RUN BY ONE OF THE NATIONS REPRESENTED IN THIS ROOM." Shlimazel thundered. Everyone gasped.
"What?!?" Jacabyte said. "No! It can't be true!" prophile said. "Only humans could concieve such foolishness!" nfreader said. " Hmm ," Mackilroy intoned. "So what do you propose we do, then?" mud212 said.
"Our solution is this," Shlimazel said, steepling his fingers. "We have a device which can perfectly extract truthful information from a mind, but is so dangerous it will kill the person it is used on."
Shlimazel surveyed the room balefully. "You, the representatives of the world's governments, will be voting on who you believe is the most suspicious among you." he said. "Once you reach a consensus, the individual chosen will be dragged off and we will discover the truth.
"You will need to act quickly, however, as time is short," Shlimazel said. "Any moment, the terrorists could deploy the Crackerjacks and level entire countries!" He paused. "Good luck, gentlemen."
As Shlimazel left the room, the five representatives looked at each other uncertainly.
The rules of this game of GTW will be fairly standard: there is one terrorist and one special role. The terrorist can choose one person to be killed off at the end of each round.
Roles will be revealed immediately at the end of the round.
If I don't recieve a message from the terrorist at the end of the round, no one is nightkilled.
No one will be penalized for posting to say they are abstaining from voting, however anyone who fails to post at all for 2 rounds successively will be smited, so if you don't want to vote, make sure you show up and say that you are abstaining.
There is no rule against revealing roles, however, don't expect people to believe you.
You may make one (1) post after your death, you may hint at things obliquely with it however if you have any damning evidence or accusations to present, please do it while alive, not in your death post.
I have no objection to PMing one another, but posting the contents of PMs or screens thereof is not allowed.
Each round will last 2 days, so the current round will end on Monday morning, the 23rd, around 11-12 pm eastern time.
Please bold your votes, and announce changes in your vote via a new post.
As a general note; the introductory story is just fluff, and does not include hints about who has what role.
NOW PREPARE TO DIE.