Once again the party goers meet in the hotel lobby, broke and destitute.
Do bachelor parties go this long? The last five days seem like five weeks.
Maybe time passes differently here. Maybe a day is 72 or 48 hours.
...Are you drunk?
Is that a rhetorical question?
They pool together their remaining funds.
Hey we have enough for something to do, thanks to the refund from the Copperfield fiasco.
Limo joyride!
One phone call later, the partiers are piling into a stretch limousine. The driver takes them up the Strip as the neon lights beckon with flashing luminescence.
Hey driver, does this thing go any faster?
The driver scoffs. With this traffic? Sure, just let me hit the
turbo button.
Everyone flinches like they had been shot. Someone scrabbles for the door handle (good thing the child safety lock is on). Another tries to jump out the sunroof but the others pull him back in.
The driver looks at the rearview mirror and shakes his head at the sight. Tourists.
The busty girl who they all had been assuming was Roytheone on account of the owl mask and the sloppily written name tag written in gold sharpie pulls at the seat cushion behind her and uncovers the access to the trunk. Hey a secret passage! she exclaims drunkenly. Before anyone can halfheartedly stop her, Scrafty clambers through. Unfortunately, shes halfway through when she gets stuck.
Uh, guys?
The limo stops. Hey whats going on back there? the driver yells, turning his head back.
Quick, hit the privacy window button!
Open the door, lets go lets go!
It wont open! Child safety lock!
Through the sunroof!
But what about Roytheone?
Were going on without him. Hell be fine. Not like we emptied the minibar.
Uh, about that
Gorlak has been removed from the party.
Welcome to Las Vegas, Gorlak!
You are ScraftyDevil. You are GAFia's resident hottie, known for your well-proportioned... enthusiasm. You are in Vegas for some fun times with your besties when you spot Swamped's fiancé Whatshisface, accompanied by an entourage of GAFians. It can only be a bachelor party. You drop everything and set off in pursuit of the group. How could they neglect to invite you?
You are an Ordinary Mafia.
Your fellow mafia partners are [redacted]
You have access to a private scum chat here: [redacted]
You may perform the faction kill by submitting the command FORCIBLY REMOVE: <target>
You have also been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party.
The following names are not in the game and can be safely claimed:
roytheone
Coppanuva
Kingkitty
Xamtheking
Batsnacks
OceanicAir
Cabot
Splinter
You win when your team makes up at least half of the remaining player list.
Their funds depleted, the remaining party goers check out of the hotel.
I remember seeing more of you, says the desk clerk.
You remember right.
They hail a taxi and make their way to the airport.
Itll be good to be home. Ive had enough of you guys.
Well be at the wedding.
They make their way to the gate with no further incident.
Ill be glad to be rid of this place.
So much horror and tragedy
Easy there it wasnt that bad.
Rounding the corner, the partiers bump into someone. Luggage goes flying.
Launchpad?
Hey everyone.
Congratulations! Town wins!
Welcome to Las Vegas, Flame_AC!
You are AbsolutBro, the Bro. You are the bro-iest bro that ever bro-ed. Of course you'd be invited to a bro-chelor party. Bro.
You are Ordinary Town. But thats okay, mom says youre special.
You are here for Swamped's fiancé's bachelor party, a celebration before he's permanently recruited to Swamped's team (alignment unknown). In your inebriated stupor, you notice that not everyone is who they seem to be. You can't have anyone ruin the party, so you have been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party. You would get more responsibilities, but you're partaking in borderline-illegal activities that will render you broke and destitute. Voting is pretty much all you're capable of at this point.
You win when all threats to town are eliminated.
Welcome to Las Vegas, StanleyPalmtree!
You are Ultron87. A reference to last year's Avengers movie? The year you were born? That makes you almost 30. People your age like to concealed carry because they're scared of immigrants. So you're here with your trusty .38.
You are a town 1-shot day vigilante. Anytime during the day phase, you may PM me the command SHOOT: <playername> to instantly remove someone from the game. Their vote will also be removed immediately.
You have also been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party.
You win when all threats to town are eliminated.
Welcome to Las Vegas, Kawl_USC!
You are Blargonaut. Your reputation proceeds you, so I'll let your name be all the introduction you need (plus I don't have time for caps lock and gifs). However, with great reputation comes great controversy, so you're not the most popular guy in town.
You are a town hated role cop. This means that you take one less vote than normal to be lynched. For example, if majority for the current day phase is 6 then the day will end with your lynch if you ever hit 5 votes. If the day timer ends, normal plurality will be in effect. Each night, you may send PM me the command INVESTIGATE: <playername> to receive the role name of a living player in the game.
You have also been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party.
You win when all threats to town are eliminated.
Welcome to Las Vegas, flatearthpandas!
You are AndroidSophia. Beep beep boop. Whirr blapp. Poo-tee-weet?
You are a town 2-shot watcher. Twice, during the night phase, you may PM me the command WATCH: <playername> to receive a list of all players that target the individual you are watching.
You have also been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party.
You win when all threats to town are eliminated.