[Expert] Snack Food Supremacy - Game Over aska's full cheesies win

[Da Letter El]

death to the infidels

 

[askaninjask]

“Alright everybody, I know you all hate me, but can we please stop with the lynching? It didn’t work yesterday...” says Flamestrike.

“Yeah! Instead, let’s get Da Letter El! I saw him doing naughty things with the alphabet soup,” insists imperfectluck.

Everyone agrees with him.

askaninjask and RODAN come over to the pantry, clearly hungrier than last time. “Let’s get some pretzels,” says RODAN. “I’ll take these ones, they’re closest to the door of the pantry. That means they’re fresher, right?”

“They’re pretzels; they don’t go stale,” said askaninjask.

RODAN closed the door to the pantry. Da Letter El is gone.

Dear Da Letter El,
You are a Pretzel Twist.

The most famous kind of pretzel, you are twisted into a knot. You’re salty and satisfying, making you an ideal snack item.

Once in the game, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Kill <user>”. You will put <user> in your trademark pretzel hold, choking and killing them. This kill is separate from your team kill and may be used on the same night as your team kill.

As the leader of your faction, you have some abilities your minions do not. Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Kill <user>”. That user will die of thirst. You may also PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Check <user>”. You will find out if <user> is a member of your faction.

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You are aligned with the Pretzels. You win if you eliminate the Meat, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.

It is now Night 3! Deadline is in 48 hours.

 

[Crux]

fuck pretzels and shit. Too salty imo.

 

[askaninjask]

Either you guys refuse to send night actions to me as well as Altair (which you all MUST do for precisely this reason), or about a third of the game has forgotten that they were playing. Don't make me regret putting you in.

Send your night actions in. Is it really that difficult to choose a man?

Also, apparently I'm going to need to sub at least two people, so if you'd like in, contact me!

 

[Da Letter El]

aska can i sub in

please

 

[DCJ]

quit your lolly-gaggin folks

 

[little gk]

removed his hair back and forth twice

 

[Altair]

Deadline, though this update might take a while.

All the little snacks wake up and gather around the center shelf, still sore from the massive orgy the night before. You are one of the last there, and you push to the center of the crowd wondering what the commotion is.

A single dead body lies in the center of the shelf, dressed in the costume of the raccoon and covered in little orange residue. "Who is the coon????" you wonder. Well it's either Mekkah or Bruce Vilanch, and Bruce Vilanch isn't playing.

Dear Mekkah,
You are Pringles.

You are delicious and probably chemically altered chips that come in the worst packaging system known to man. Seriously, instead of getting my arm stuck just to get that last stack of chips, why can't you come in plastic bags like everyone else? Anyways, you decided to lead the Chips in this war to bring honor to them or something.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask "Night X - Switch <user1> and <user2>”. Using your streamlined body, you will quickly swap <user1> and <user2> as the night starts. Any actions that would have targeted <user1> will target <user2>, and vice versa. You may target yourself with this. You may not target any of the same users on two consecutive nights, but you may target yourself.

You are aligned with the Chips. You win if you eliminate the Cheesy Snacks and the Pop-tarts.

"Well, I guess we better feed someone to aska today," you announce. "Let's get lyn-"

"NOT SO FAST!" a giant of a snack shouted, stepping on Mekkah's corpse as he lumbered towards you. "YOUR TIME HAS COME, FLAMESTRIKE!

A small smile flashes across your face. You know this man can't kill you, not now, not today. "Good luck!" you shout, and dash towards the healthy snacks in the back.

All the other snacks gasp. No one has ever come out of the raisin forest alive.

The giant lets out a roar, slams his sword, which you see to be a giant pretzel stick, into the ground, and charges after you.

Dashing past the raisins, oatmeal, and coon cheese, you take shelter behind a package of dried fruit. The giant rushes past, then stops. He takes a hearty sniff of the wind and narrows his eyes. You, foolishly thinking the coast is clear, step out from behind cover and turn around. The giant is right behind you, a glimmer in his eye....

Dear Flamestrike,
You are a Hamburger.

Hailing from the city of Hamburg, you are a cut of meat that will be familiar to anyone living in the USA. Ground beef, a bun, some ketchup, maybe some cheese and pickles, you’re undeniably delicious.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Lynch guard <user>”. You will give <user> one of your buns (either the upper or the lower), which will act as a protective shield for the next day, stopping them from being able to be lynched. Since you only have 2 buns, and the buns get used up in the process, you may only successfully guard someone from a lynch twice.

Once in the game, you may also PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Die Another Day(s)” You will take your team to your secret hideout on the grill, making them unable to be lynched or killed for that night, the next day, and the next cycle afterwards.

You are aligned with the Meat. You win if you eliminate the Pretzels, Pop-Tarts, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.

"Nothing like a cookout," says the giant as he roasts Flamestrike on a grill.

It's now Day 4, which will last 48 hours.

 

[Flamestrike]

Good luck to the rest of my faction, I did what I could

 

[Mekkah]

once you pop
you can't stop

 

[Fatecrashers]

lynch thorns

its the cool thing to do

 

[Thorns]

FLAMESTRIKE DID NOT DIE AT MY HANDS

WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS

I WILL FIND HIS KILLER AND AVENGE HIS HONOUR

BLUE TORNADO YOUR TIME HAS COME

 

[imperfectluck]

lynch Thorns

 

[Midou]

lynch Thorns

 

[zorbees]

lynch Thorns

 

[Pidge]

lynch thorns

persuaded

 

[Staraptor Call]

Vote Thorns

 

[DCJ]

this hurts me more than it hurts you even though you're pointy thorns

 

[LightWolf]

Nice to meat(in my teeth) you Thorns

 

[vonFiedler]

Vote Thorns

 

[Thorns]

haha

GIGANTIC METEOR \o/

 

[Altair]

As you all gather around Thorns, he yells out "GIGANTIC METEOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You now knew shit was getting serious, as his high-pitched 14 year old voice grew a couple octaves deeper, and he threw his cricket bat to the ground.

Thorns rose into the air, power was circulating through his veins. The earth shook before him, and he charged up a giant red and blue energy ball, which blasted poor vonFiedler to smithereens...

Dear vonFiedler,
You are a Soft Pretzel.

You’re soft, chewy, and delicious. You’re almost more of a dessert than a snack, but you’re too good to leave out.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask with “Night X - Inspect <user>”. You will give <user> a lot of salt, making them need to get a drink. When they leave to get their drink, they’ll leave you a copy of their role PM.

You are aligned with the Pretzels. You win if you eliminate the Meat, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.

Just kidding.

Dear Thorns,
You are a Soft Pretzel.

You’re soft, chewy, and delicious. You’re almost more of a dessert than a snack, but you’re too good to leave out.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask with “Night X - Inspect <user>”. You will give <user> a lot of salt, making them need to get a drink. When they leave to get their drink, they’ll leave you a copy of their role PM.

You are aligned with the Pretzels. You win if you eliminate the Meat, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.

It is now Night 4, you know the drill.

 

[askaninjask]

Just making sure we're clear here, vonFiedler is not dead and is not a soft pretzel.

 

[askaninjask]

2 AM.

An awful stench fills the pantry. It smells like... degrading animal products. But this isn’t any old meat, no, not even your meat comrades know what the hell is causing this stench. This disgusting, foreign smell is strong enough to wake all of you up. You can feel that something very, very bad has happened.

“AhahahahahaHAHAHAHA HA HA HA” erupts a laugh from the depths of the pantry in a great crescendo. Scared for your own lives now, you all cower in the back corner of the pantry. Cries of “What the hell was that?” or “Help?!?!” can be heard all around you. Nobody's getting a restful night’s sleep tonight.

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You all get up the next morning to see three dead bodies. None of them smell disgusting though, so you figure it couldn’t have been the thing you heard last night.

The first was that of imperfectluck. He had been brutally sliced into bits and bathed in salt. Honestly he would still probably be delicious, but unfortunately for him, he is now dead.

Dear imperfectluck,
You are a Wheel of Cheese.

No, not one of the mini ones, but a huge wheel of cheese. People in France would die to see you in their French pantries. You can cut yourself into many slices, each as delicious as the last.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Inspect <user>”. You will give <user> a small slice of yourself in exchange for their full role PM.

You are aligned with the Cheesy Snacks. You win if you eliminate the Chips, Pretzels, and Meat.

The next is that of Blue Tornado. You see some suspicious crumbs left behind...

Dear Blue_Tornado,
You are a Snickerdoodle.

You are perhaps the most underrated cookie. Sporting a silly name and a cinnamon topping, you are quite delicious.

Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Hook <user>”. You walk by <user>, and with one sniff of your aroma, he will be trying to find a recipe for you all night.

You are aligned with the Cookies. You win if you eliminate the Meat, Pretzels, and Pop-tarts.

And with this, the Cookies are no more.

more Cookie info you found lying next to Blue Tornado’s body

Dear Baked Friends,
You are the Cookies.

No one can ever turn down a cookie - they are simply too delicious (except the ones with nuts in them blech). Your faction will be using every ounce of its baked goodness to come out on top in this conflict.

Your members include:
billymills, the Chocolate Chip Cookie, the great tasting.
Blue_tornado, the Snickerdoodle, also great tasting and very distracting
Veedrock, the Oreo, also great tasting and very inquisitive.
Ditto, the Sugar Cookie, less great tasting, but very useful

Your leader, the Chocolate Chip Cookie, has the ability to kill. Once per three nights, he may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Kill <user>”. That user will be baked in an oven at 1000 degrees Celsius.

You win if you eliminate the Meat, Pretzels, and Pop-tarts.

The third death, not to be outdone, also marked the end of a faction. This death was the death of Fatecrashers, who had been brutally slain. You see some orange residue, and all of you who touch the body can’t seem to get the orange stuff off of yourselves.

Dear Fatecrashers,
You are a Pretzel Stick.

You are a straight version of your twisted counterpart. You are not as tasty as your twist friends, but you’re much more fun for sword-fights.

Twice in the game, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Power up <user>’s kill”. You will let <user> use you as a sword, making their kill unstoppable. Your target must be a member of your own faction.

You are aligned with the Pretzels. You win if you eliminate the Meat, Cookies, and Cheesy Snacks.

Beside him, you see a note. It says the following:

Now that your leader, the Pretzel Twist, is dead, you are the new leader of the Pretzels. You may do the following: Every night, you may PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Kill <user>”. That user will die of thirst from having too much salt poured on them. You may also PM Altair and askaninjask “Night X - Check <user>”. You will find out if <user> is a member of your faction.

That’s the end of two factions! Cookies and Pretzels have been eliminated.

RBG is no longer in the game, his sub is iiMKUltra.
Additionally, zorbees is no longer in the game, and he has been replaced by Yeti.

Deadline is in 48 hours. I’ll get the results out to you guys ASAP.

 

[Fatecrashers]

TWIST AND SHOUT!