Gorlak and nin1000 decided to put aside their many differences and engage in the most outrageously intense hug ever seen in a bar, where competition for this was very high. As they embraced each other and rubbed one another off, a whisper could be heard ‘It’s TTK! We’ve got ‘em!” What happened next, no one could have expected. Under intense scrutiny TTK started making weird noises and morphing into something else….. The smell of shit was heavy, because the two other patrons were absolutely terrified of what they were seeing in front of them.
“YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A TRACKER, AASHGASJAOOISAAA----”
nin1000 eventually sucked it up and retrieved the usefully placed flamethrower sitting next to the DJ booth, and set TTK alight. There was a deafening howl for a while, and then there was nothing.
The Bar was safe.
timetokill has been killed!
Greetings
timetokill! Kingsley welcomes you to
the Bar!
You’ve done this for years. Your negging game is off the charts. You have slept with dozens of women. You wear a stupid fedora with a feather in it as a good luck charm. You prey on girls with low self esteem, and you care not for their troubles, they’re just a means to an end. You might be a cretin.
You are The PUA Creep and you are aligned with SCUM.
Oh, you are also a Tracker.
Each night, you can choose a target to see who they have visited. The command is TRACK: <name>
You have a night kill. The command is KILL: <name>. You will not be able to perform any other commands with your night kill unless you are the last man standing.
You win when your team equal or outnumber all other players and you eliminate all threats.
Your scum chat doesn’t exist because everyone’s dead, Dave.
The game thread is:
HERE
If you have any questions, please feel free to PM Cabot or Kawl_USC.
Be cautious, there is a SCUM-aligned Spy in this game, who is not recruitable and can be night killed by your team. They know your identities.
Two years later, The Bar was desolate, covered in crime scene tape and chalk body outlines.. Co-owned by Gorlak and nin1000, it was renamed The SCUMM Bar, and was a regular haunt for cool pirates everywhere. Grog was the special home brew, and meticulous pirate tests were the activity of the regular night. For a time, it was good.
Until it wasn’t.
Inevitably, tempers flared between the two men often, until it reached an incredible breaking point resulting in a murderous rampage of one Gorlak McCree, producing a dead nin1000, and a new batch of dead patrons that was actually noticed by the police this time. He’s been on the run for six months, without being caught. Glasgow was already a dangerous place, only made a little bit more dangerous due to the free running murderer.
A bloody, bullet hole ridden plaque on the door reads ‘In loving memory of our fallen comrades: TheExodu5, Crab, Mazre, Barrylocke, tomakasatnav, Lone_Prodigy, zeemumu, Dusk Soldier, MattyG, Ourobolous, SalvaPot, AbsolutBro, *Splinter and Timeaisis’. A heartening tribute to those that were lost to the Kingsley Wars, the beginning of the end.
Gorlak, nin1000 and the rest of Town have won the game alongside CornBurrito, heroic Arsonist!