Do not edit ANY POSTS. Period. For any reason. Do not ask us to verify with mods that you did not have any malicious intent in editing your posts, we will not do it. Do not provide me with any photographic evidence of your edits. There are going to be no warnings this time, just DQ’s. Habitual editors will be banned. We have had this BS happen way too much during these last two games. If you have anything to add, or any clarifications to typos to make, or a broken image/link in your post, create a new post to address it.
Do not PM anyone playing the game. If you are mafia, keep your PMs in the mafia conversation. If you’re one of the lovers, keep your PMs inside the Lovers conversation. You should not be PMing anyone else if you are them, and if you aren’t, you have no business using the PM inbox at all regarding this game. If you have any questions regarding gameplay, PM me. If someone PMs you that shouldn’t be, do not mention it in the thread, just PM me with the the contents of it. PM’ing once will result in a DQ. Habitually doing so will result in a ban. (Things not game related will not result in any penalty, but to keep the integrity of the game, if someone playing PMs you, please report it to me.)
No coaching after you’re dead. This includes outside of SRK. I don’t care what format you’re thinking of using, be it Battle.net, AIM, MSN, Skype, Smoke Signals, Texts, Morse Code. Don’t do it. Also, because this has happened recently, I will not verify any of your hunches after you die. Keep it to yourself, take it to the Loser’s Lounge, if someone shares information they know, don’t bring it to anyone else’s attention that’s still in the game. If someone does this, PM me with the proof, and that person will face a ban.
No discussing or plotting to break or bend the rules in your PMs, lovers and mafia. I’ll be in those conversations anyway, so that should go without saying. But just in case you think you can do it while I’m sleeping, think again. If you start discussing something that I don’t immediately catch, and that action is taken, once I find out, the perpetrator of the act and the instigator will both receive bans and DQs.
If you are lovers or mafia, you will not be allowed into the Loser’s Lounge until you leave the PM conversation after you die. It’s not entirely clear on how you do this by looking at it, but upon your death, simply click “Delete Conversation” on the left-hand side of the screen. This will only delete it on your end, and no one else’s.
6 Do not try to get removed from the game after it already starts, or try to break the rules to get DQ’d. If something super unexpected happens, I’ll try to be reasonable, but overall, if you know you’re going to be busy, and unable to play at all, don’t sign up. If you suddenly see a full schedule hit your plate just before we start, ask me to take your name off the list, and I’ll put in an alternate. After we start, I’m not going to take your name off unless you have a really good reason, and I can find an alternate to take your place. Otherwise, don’t deliberately break a rule just to get a DQ. You will not just get a DQ, but banned.
Do not post any PMs, even as a joke. If you are going to make an image joke regarding PMs, at least make it obvious that it’s a joke (e.g. make it using MSPaint.)
English only in game. No foreign languages or encrypted posts are allowed. This prevents the open flow of information. I will make certain exceptions for certain foreign words that have entered the English vernacular, such as “Hasta la vista,” or “Por que?” but an entire post in a foreign language will not be permitted.
NO CODE SPEAK.
No discussions take place at night phases. A 10 minute or so window will be give after the warning that the write up for night is coming. Slip ups may be excused, but blatant posting at night won’t be tolerated.
Basic roles you should know about:
James Brown paced in his office, listening to the latest One Direction single playing on the radio. The garbage had no soul, no depth, it was just drivel. And yet, it was popular.
James Brown looked at his piles of bills stacked up. His revival tour ended abruptly when he had a heart attack in Cincinatti, and without that income he was broke. His plan was so asinine, but it just might work. It had come to him in a dream the night before. In his dream, he was set to play a show but had only sold about 20% of the venue tickets. Then the Venue booked One Direction to open for him, and suddenly ticket sales were at capacity, with the scaplers charging nearly $300 a ticket. In his dream he had been planning to murder One Direction during their performance, but as he woke up, he had a better idea.
“I’ll start my own boy band, ‘Over The Hill,’ and make hundreds of millions.”
As he was sitting at the support group meeting, ‘Surviving your declining fame,’ James Brown sipped his coffee. He was glad to be back off drugs and alcohol for the past decade. It reminded him of early in his career when it was just about the music, and his head was clear. But not the coffee, he couldn’t live without the coffee.
“What about you, James?” asked the session moderator Sonny Bono. “Have you come to terms with your situtation yet?”
“I’m in a slump,” admitted James, “But that doesn’t mean I’m done. I still have a lot left to give.” The others in the circle groaned in disapproval.
“James, you’ve been coming here for over a year now” said Sonny, “Are you still not ready to admit you’re a has been?”
The words grated on his ego. He shook his head. “Just you see, I’ll be bigger than Justin Beiber!” With that, James Brown stormed off, leaving the meeting in a hurry.
“Well, that concludes this meeting. See you all next week” said Sonny, and everyone gave a polite clap to him before filtering out of the room, talking amongst themselves.
“What do you think, Sonny” asked Cher, “Will he ever admit he’s a has been?”
“I don’t know Cher… I just don’t know. Some people have a hard time letting go of the past. We’ll help him though.”
“I hope so honey. You going to hang out a bit more?” asked Cher.
Sonny nodded. “I need to clean up a bit. I’ll be home soon.” Cher gave him a peck on his cheek, and then she was off.
As he was tidying up, Sonny noticed something on the floor. He bent down, and picked it up. It was a simple piece of paper, but something he saw on it confused him. Scrawled across the top were the words “James Brown and the Boys ‘Over The Hill’ setlist” along with a multitude of song titles, like “Never Left Your Heart,” “Meet Me In The Back (I’ll be gentle)”, and “Each Wrinkle Is A Memory Of Us.” Sonny immediately suspected what was up: James Brown was going to start a boy band.
“We cannot allow this” said Sonny to himself. “Not only is it not healthy for him to cling to the spotlight, we cannot allow a legend like him to be brought down to mere boy band status.” There was only one man he knew he could trust with this information, beside his wife Cher: Quincy Jones.
He took the paper to Quincy Jones, and showed it to him. Quincy shook his head in disgust. “You’re right. The three of us have to stop him. But how?” asked Quincy.
“We need to band together with all of the music legends, and we need to stop James Brown. If we let him go through with this, his name will never be the same. We need to protect him from himself.”
“It might be worse than that” said Cher, holding the paper up to a black light. “Look at this.”
She showed Sonny and Quincy, and they saw invisible ink visible on the back of the paper. It was a list of names, including Cher, Sonny, and Quincy all at the top.
“It’s a hit list,” said Sonny. “It’s all the people he plans to eliminate, to prevent us from stopping him.”
“Oh, no…” said Cher, putting her hand to her mouth.
“That’s right,” said Quincy. “This isn’t a game. We’ve got to stop the godfather.”
Meanwhile, James Brown sat in his small, dingy office with a bunch of guys whose faces were hidden by the shadows.
“I’ve called you all here, because I’m starting a band, and I want you to be in it.”
“Sir, it would be an honor to work with you” said one voice, “You’re the godfather of soul!”
James Brown slammed his fist.
“You work FOR me, get that straight” he said, looking down at the white pile of dust on his desk. He leaned down, and snorted a line up his nose. “And as of now, it’s just the Godfather.”
The rest of the people shifted uncomfortably, but were looking forward to reclaiming their fame.
Since this is the initial phase, I’ll extend it to 48 hours as a one time deal. After that, we’ll follow the 36/12 format.
Day 1 phase ends 2/10/14 at 3PM EST.
Votes must be PMed to me as asked. Votes cannot be changed once submitted.