Name: Lo Wang
Age: 20 something.
Species: Human
Abilities: Swordsmanship, marksmanship, strength, speed and Chi manipulation
Misc: Definitely less racist than the original 1997 version of him
Edited by Risdio51 on Nov 13th 2020 at 9:21:17 AM
I can't say goodbye to yesterday…
Name: Special Force Cookie [real name Na-Rae]
Gender: Female
Age: Old enough to be in the military
Species: Cookie note
Abilities: Shooting skills, agility
Misc: Speaks in forest green text, rather brutally honest with her words
Edited by TheGeekArtist08 on Nov 13th 2020 at 11:15:28 PM
artsy geek | any pronouns | "well, if you're hearing this, then chances are you've made a very poor career choice."null
Edited by KungFuCutBug on Nov 14th 2020 at 8:11:21 AM
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
- Name: Nin-Ken Dog
- Age: N/A
- Species: Dog
- Abilites: Master of Extreme Ninjitsu (Which I will take as freerunning, disguise, escape, concealment, archery, and martial artistry.)
- Misc: A Ninja dog who has mastered extreme Ninjutsu. Through hard training, it learned the technique to metamorphose into a human being.
Name: Bizu-kun
Age: 15
Species: demon
Abilities: wielding a giant hammer, boxing, making a scene
Misc: has a tendency to overthink and a superiority complex. has an unnamed(?) companion that looks like a one-eyed splotched eggshell with legs. speaks in evil white .
Edited by KungFuCutBug on Nov 14th 2020 at 8:16:37 AM
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
Name: Kennifer
Age: Her exact age is unknown. She looks to be in her late twenties to early thirties, though.
Species: Human, although she thinks it's funny to allude to being a vampire.
Abilities: Somehow has the ability to be ambitious and lazy at the same time. She likes to make people think she might have vampire abilities but she doesn't really. Probably.
Misc: Can be The Gadfly when bored. Fairly easy to amuse. Speaks in purple text.
Name: Kumbokani "K" Chikumbutso Masiye
Species: Human (South African (Chewa))
Age: 36
Abilities: Masks (different Masks grant different abilities such as beast imitation, aquatic adaptability and hexing)
Edited by Baisteach on Nov 14th 2020 at 6:50:32 AM
One day you're here, baby / And then you're gone.....[sooo.... is anyone else signin' up or..?]
artsy geek | any pronouns | "well, if you're hearing this, then chances are you've made a very poor career choice."
Name: Dale Gribble
Species: Human
Age: 45
Abilities: Ah've got cat-like reflexes, heavenly charm, and mah signature weapon, POCKET SAND!
Edited by madface7 on Nov 20th 2020 at 9:30:26 AM
Kumatora needs to be appreciated more. Appreciate her.
Name: Sierra Knox
Species: Human
Age: Presumably 20-something.
Abilities: Renowned racecar driver, formerly involved with short-distance running, good enough with finances to become Kronstadt's CFO without her father's help.
TRS Wick CleaningName: Catherine Canterbury
Age: 28
Species: Human
Abilities: Welding, chemistry, skillful leadership
Edited by TalesofUnder on Nov 21st 2020 at 7:09:14 PM
“Now! Let us engage in the art of deduction!”Le bump.
Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?[1]◊
Name: Keyboard Cat
Age: 36
Species: Cat
Abilities: Musical skills
Misc.: Loves music
Edited by JGoblin on Nov 21st 2020 at 8:13:57 AM
a ket is in jail i repeat a ket is in jail
artsy geek | any pronouns | "well, if you're hearing this, then chances are you've made a very poor career choice."Bump.
Kumatora needs to be appreciated more. Appreciate her.. Shooting my shot, I've never done anything like this (besides a bit of rp) but I've read what's to be read so here goes nothing! :D
- Name: Boboibot
- Age: Uncertain, constructed in 2015, rebuilt: ??? Appears the age of 15-17.
- Species: Robot
- Abilities: He probably doesn't have his Effective Knockoff Elemental Powers anymore, but still has rocket thrusters and twice the agility and reflexes of a normal human. His new design is waterproof. note
- Misc: Originally made by Adudu to displace his mortal enemy Boboiboy, to take his place as the local hero. But the robot's heroic favours under Adudu were ridiculously priced so the hero put him out of commission. Considered another foiled scheme, Boboibot was disposed. An unknown person decided to rebuild him for his own experimenting. He was allowed to keep his memories and name on the condition that he never pursued his past, to which Boboibot accepted. Talks in evil cinnamon
Name: Edgar
Age: Made in 1984, so 36 I guess
Species: Pinecone computer
Abilities: Can control various things if he's hooked up to them
Misc: Don't lie to him. Just... don't. Also speaks in green.
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideAlright motherfuckers. Took a while, but here we are. If you're gonna chicken out, now's the time, but this show's airing on the count of 3... better run while you still can.
Let the Death Game begin.
All Players (Cell Block, 1F)
And three, two, one.
The sirens abruptly turn off with a click. By the time your vision readjusts to the dimmed room, the first thing you find yourself focusing on—besides the others standing next to you—are the deep shadows on the far side of the hallway. You wonder why that is, for a moment.
That's when they start moving.
With a scrape, a shuffle, and a low hiss that lets a distinctly nauseating feeling of something drop right down to your gut, the darkness melts away to reveal an automaton. Not just any one, either. As it staggers closer, you begin to make out an arachnid sillhouette—followed by a human head. It has a mouth, sure, but its jaw is slacked and hanging loose from where a spine invariably should've been but isn't, rotated in all the wrong directions, punctuated by rows of eyes instead of teeth. And yet nothing about it looks organic. Nothing that large could be, anyway; you're faintly aware of the fact that it just barely fits under the catwalks of the second floor.
Once again, your frantic train of thought only serves to crash into itself. You hear the same voice echo out again: Do your very best, Inmates.
And with that, the automaton lunges... directly for Bizu-kun. Looks like you all are on your own for this one.
Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?"뭐야 ... ..huh? Where is this place..?"
artsy geek | any pronouns | "well, if you're hearing this, then chances are you've made a very poor career choice."[Bizu-kun can barely process what the hell's going on before he's attacked by the automaton.] "Wh—?! Well then, we're off to a GREAT start!"
>punch the automaton in the head
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!Hey! This isn't the technological uprising I was asking for!
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideThreat detected. Engaging combat.
>Launches self straight towards the beast's eyes
Really? Monsters? Should be no problem, but let's not act rashly...
>Observe the monster
Adorable? Check. Moral? Check. Sympathetic? Check. He is, in fact, a good boy.K doesn't say anything. However he chooses to'
> Watch the ruckus
One day you're here, baby / And then you're gone.....
You know the drill. So once upon a time, you were someone. You might’ve been a fantastical hero of the ages, or nothing but a hopelessly average high school student, or a meme image that exists only to suffer. Hell, even something anyone else couldn’t fathom.
But that was all right up until a few seconds ago, when out of nowhere, you lost consciousness and woke up somewhere else entirely. In the here and now, you’re finding yourself in a bit of a predicament.
A prison cell-shaped predicament.
Predictably, you don’t take this too well. You try to figure out just what the hell happened and where you are, of course, but your thoughts are promptly interrupted by a voice over the PA echoing from outside. Survive the first, it tells you. Before you can begin to process what this could mean, a warning siren flares to life overhead and your cell’s door flings open—unceremoniously forcing you out.
In your panic, you stumble down a stairwell, eventually finding yourself standing, dazed, in an open hallway flooded with red light. That’s when you meet eyes with the 11 other people standing there. All seemingly just pushed into the same situation.
The PA crackles again.
Trial beginning in T-minus 10 seconds.
Welcome to the God Complex.
What is this, exactly?
If you’re familiar with the popular murdergame .EXE ~ A Virus Containment Game or the late A Game of Mafia, chances are, you won’t have much trouble getting into this one. For those who aren’t? God Complex is a Play-by-Post mystery Social Deduction Game slash Roll to Dodge hosted by unfortunatezorua on the TV Tropes forums. Being heavily strategy-focused, it’s more like Behind the Masks or Taco Badger’s Never You Mind gameplay-wise, but also draws inspiration from Survivor, Your Turn to Die, and Coup, mainly utilising the element of majority voting and dice rolling in order to complete actions.
God Complex doesn’t quite work like the rest of the Murderverse, in that there’s no actual murder going on (so much as lynching). Intended to be smaller-sized but have longer-lasting games overall, there are no parties or sides; rather, players participate in a series of puzzles and determine who to eliminate between themselves then. The last one standing wins, gaining release from the complex.
So, more or less “You are slave. Want emancipation?”. But of course, there’s still a main game, as well as its roles to consider.
Mechanics
Phases
Role Trading
(A description will be added here once the second round is reached.)
Pauper
The Pauper has no special abilities, but remains an important role to the game.
Meister
The Meister has no special abilities. However, this role has a unique condition to its name—if the Meister is marked for execution at the end of the round, everyone will be executed alongside the Meister, ending the game.
While there’s no real restriction on the act of voting for the Meister itself, the fact that all players instantly lose if the Meister receives majority effectively makes them immune to votes for that round. So long as everybody actually knows who the Meister is, that is...
If there is an even number of players remaining during a Lockdown, should they be tied for majority with any other role in the final vote, the Meister takes priority and everyone dies regardless, ending the game.
Fixer
The Fixer’s ability is that they are aware of who the Meister is at all times. This is in effect as long as the player in question is in possession of the Fixer card. Should their Fixer card be swapped for another, they will not be notified if the Meister’s role changes hands—so as such, the current Fixer is not only aware of their own card during Rehab, but the location of Meister’s card as well.
Bomber
The Bomber works like the Fool in Mafia, in that its victory condition is to be marked for execution. However, in the world of God Complex, there’s one twist—if the Bomber is not marked for execution at the end of the round, they die, along with the player voted off normally for that round.
To compensate for this, the Bomber’s ability is that they receive two votes. If you’re familiar with the Detective role in other murdergames, it’s similar to this.
If there is an even number of players remaining during a Lockdown, should they be tied for majority with a role(s) other than the Meister in the final vote, the Bomber takes priority and wins the game regardless.
Map
I don’t own Prison Architect, so congrats, you get these MS Paint renditions! Postimg links because TV Tropes’s image uploader is a flaming pile of shit.
More of the map will be added here as new areas are unlocked.
Descriptions
More will be added to this section as rooms are explored.
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The Inmates
Applications are currently CLOSED.
Edited by unfortunatezorua on Nov 25th 2020 at 2:41:08 AM
Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?