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Game information | |
Host | Aaryan and MiKi |
Link | Game thread: Game of Detectives BTSC threads |
Size | 11 Players (Small) |
Start Date | Jan 4th, 2012 |
Winning Faction | Team Hardy |
Roster | #, player |
First to Die | None |
Last Remaining | None |
MVP | Nana7 |
Awards | - |
Game of Detectives was a game designed and hosted by Aaryan and MiKi based on some of the famous fictional detectives in history. Going with the detective theme, the game is about observations, deductions, and using "the little grey cells". The main difference is that there are no deaths.
It began on January 4th, 2012 and ended in a Team Hardy win in N5 (Jan 20th).
Game Mechanics[]
Rules[]
Lynch = faction revealed. Tie means no lynch. Everybody's WinCon: Get the correct roles of every player in the game (can submit a list of players and roles every night, and if there are some correct will be told how many guesses are right, but not which ones). If WinCon is achieved, winning faction is removed from the game. Night Posts show that ROLE targeted somebody.
OOP: Redirect > Block > Action Spy > Faction Spy
Role Description[]
Team Elementary: Has BTSC
- Sherlock Holmes – A master of observation, and king of detection, Holmes observes minute details to figure out where his target has gone - Action Spy
- Dr. John Watson - The powerful narrator of Holmes' adventures, has the medical power to hold somebody up for the night- Block
Team Little Gray Cells: Has BTSC
- M. Hercule Poirot – The short, round detective with OCD, Poirot doesnt need to move from his chair to figure out where his target has gone -Action Spy
- Captain Arthur Hastings - Impatient, and doesnt have the mental power of Poirot. However, he takes action into his own hands every night -Block
Team Marple: Has BTSC
- Miss Marple – The old lady who remembers an event that happened a long time ago whenever she learns of her target's movements -Action Spy
- Mr. Raymond West - The well-known author and Miss Marple's nephew, he has the influence over people to change their target -Redirect (targeted spies knows who they were redire and their new target's actionsactions)
Team Quin: Has BTSC
- Mr. Harley Quin – The mysterious and seemingly supernatural man, knows things that others don't -Faction Spy (gets results in his own private thread)
- Mr. Satterthwaite: Mr. Quin's old friend, needs his friend's little tip-offs to do anything- Vanilla
- ADDITIONAL NOTE: Mr. Quin has a limit on how much he can say at a time. Limit5 words per post, 3 posts per cycle.
Team Hardy: Has BTSC
- Frank Hardy – The more subtle of the boys, he can follow his opponents quietly -Action spy on odd nights
- Joe Hardy – The more headstrong brother can know a guy out for the nigh-tBlock on even nights
- Fenton Hardy -The father of the boys- Protected by Frank and Joe. Any correct guess on him will be wrong unless either Frank or Joe is correctly guessed by the offending team.
Host's Summary[]
Game Idea and Expectations
Truly, the expectation was that teams would use NP results, actions, and words in the game thread to piece things together. It was to make them use logic of piecing things together and using actions to verify things.
Game
The game went differently as I had planned. First off there was Nana using the game thread to make alliances, and not much else was happening there. In the BTSCs teams used different methods to figure out roles. Team Hardy were using permutations and probabilities, Team Marple was utilizing their ability combination to narrow down a person's ability. Team Elementary was also using a logical way of going about things. Team Quin had a disadvantage in communication, but it balanced perfectly with the Faction Spy. The roles for Team Hardy tripped people up, but funnily enough it was not the restriction of guessing Fenton.
Special commendations
I was really very happy when Fat Tony used the redirect-spy ability to narrow down a person's ability. Even if there may have been some external factors affecting it, it was useful. They would have actually won but of two or three role guess options possible, they chose the wrong one. Nana also used pure mathematics to approach things. I was impressed. Honestly, Nana7 blew my mind with the math she did. Using permutations, she had role guesses and results down to a science. She prodded her team to do simulations on the best way to guess (full roster or small roster) and led her team to victory. I still would have preferred a more "logical" win, but it was a very clever way of going about in nonetheless.
Host disappointments
My main problem was the lynch. Instead of being used to coerce information, it was used more blindly. It was like a sacrifice - you just had to hope that you weren't chosen, and if you were you had to accept your fate. My other problem was that the pure logic approach was not used anywhere. And then, to top it off, Nana had half the roles right N1.
Winning Faction[]
Team Hardy:
- Frank Hardy - Shadow7
- Joe Hardy - Nox
- Fenton Hardy - Nana7
MVP : Nana7
Player Comments[]
Day and Night Posts[]
Prologue |
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Aaryan had an idea. Not that it was uncommon, but this idea was special. He remembered his friend MiKi telling him about some old-time detectives. And in his fertile imagination, the Game of Detectives was born. This game was going to be different. He was going to truly put their wits to the test. He called up MiKi, and together they began. As they wrote, Aaryan closed his eyes. He watched as old-time London grew out around him. He saw a short, round figure grow out of the haze. A few more lines, and Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings came into view. MiKi closed her eyes. With a kind of ESP she pictured what was going on in Aaryan's mind. As they wrote, human figures appeared. In her imagination, the tall, thin figure of Sherlock Holmes grow from nothing, and Dr. John Watson join him. The frail figure of old Miss Marple and young Raymond West. The broad form of Mr. Harley Quin appeared with a knowing smile, along with Mr. Satterthwaite. MiKi's mental image finished there, but neither Aaryan's mind nor his fingers stopped. One more team, just to make it interesting. And so the young, innocent Hardy Boys were thrown into the mix. The writers took a break. Now, step by step, the Game of Detectives would unfold as teams raced to do what they were born to do... Detect. Prologue P2 MiKi dove into her mind, relying on her imagination to spell the path her characters were going to take. She and Aaryan, together, racked Together, the two began to write the most epic saga in history since Harry Potter. The two decided the first chapter would lay out the characters and begin to show the conflicts that they faced. Fenton Hardy spun around. "Wait, what's going on here?...You! Sherlock Holmes? But..you're just a fictional character! And Watson?" He looked at Frank and Joe but they were speechless. Hercule Poirot exclaimed: 'Mon ami, Hastings, this is odd--"he broke off as he saw an old acquantaince. "Why, it is my old friend, Mr. Satterthwaite!" Mr. Satterthwaite stood stock still, torn between two friends he had not seen in a long time. However, a nod from the enigmatic Mr. Quin he turned to Poirot and greeted him. Raymond West automatically stood a little near to his Aunt Jane Marple and whispered "What the devil is happening?" Marple shook her head. Sherlock Holmes stood quietly, and Dr. Watson and Captain Hastings gravitated to each other and speculated as to what was happening. Finally there was a huge babble as everybody realized how ridiculous the proceedings were, and how all of these people appeared together. Mr. Quin finally spoke up, his voice above the others. "I think, it is clear what we have in common. We are all of us detectives, and good ones at that. Now, clearly, there is only one way to proceed. Detectives put together by some supernatural force means something--" Holmes spoke up. "We must figure out who the rest of us are." Everyone but Quin stared. “Of course!” said Miss Marple triumphantly "Behind each of us is a character, a player of sorts. That is what we all have to figure out! We’re all such jolly good detectives! “ And so the great detectives each left for their residence (The Hardy Boys staying in a hotel, of course). And soon, they would put their skills to the test. |
N1: Chapter 1 |
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MiKi and Aaryan put their heads together. All the characters had been introduced, and knew what their goal was. How should they go abou accomplishing it? They watched as somehow, miraculously, their pens wrote out the first chapter of this amazing story. Sherlock Holmes looked out his window and saw his target. He dashed out at the right moment, and all his target saw, as Holmes did his work, was a tall ragamuffin begging for coins. Hercule Poirot was sitting in his room in Whitehaven Mansions, eyes closed as his little grey cells went to work. "Like a jigsaw puzzle," he said to himself,"every little clue has it's part to play. Suddenly, his eyes opened with a green twinkling. His target was going somewhere, and he knew where. And he didn't even have to get his patent-leather shoes dirty. Miss Marple was having her evening tea when the thought struck her about what Raymond had told her earlier. She remembered something like what he had told her about the target, and, comparing the old and new events, she pieced together her target's action. Mr. Harley Quin had been absent from the side of Mr. Satterthwaite, but the latter wasnt worried. Quin could take care of himself. Suddenly, seemingly out of the shadows, the tall broad form had sprung, ad with it, some information on the target. Nothing escaped Mr. Harley Quin, not even the alliance of his target. Frank Hardy was finding Britain very strange. All these crazy people walking around instead of driving in cars and never wearing casual jeans and talking with strange accents! ATAC should really send their agents here, heaven knew they could all use some change in their missions. But no matter, he had a job to do. He was following someone to see where they went. Luckily he could play the part of "enthusiastic American tourist" very well, and that's exactly what he was doing. He walked through the streets of London, openly gawking at the sights around him, pausing every so often to more closely inspect some interesting piece of architecture or beautiful flower garden. And ever so slowly, he began to see who his target was going to see. |
D1: By Hook or by Crook |
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Aaryan sat down after a long break. This game needed some extra spice to it…and he realized that what could be more perfect than an exciting revealing of a role? And into his mind he delved, to seek the great revelation. All the detectives whirled around to face EDM. “Well, my dear, the game is up. We are going to find out who you are one way or another. Now, what will it take?” asked one. Another held up a metal bar threateningly. Soon all of the characters were surrounding her. EDM smiled. She spoke softly “Ah, you have me cornered. I am of the Team Little Grey Cells. Now that you know my faction, will you stop threatening me?” The metal bar was quickly put down. |
N2: The Hunt Continues |
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MiKi smiled to herself. This was going brilliantly! And so, she closed her eyes and her mind’s eye emerged in London, and the game continued. Sherlock Holmes was in the sitting room of 221B Baker Street when dusk fell. Then he got up, and the dark, concentrated face that Watson knew so well alighted. He slipped out of the house, got into a hansom and drove to where he had arranged a rendezvous with somebody. As he met them, he immediately noticed ten things about his acquaintance. A quick series of inferences allowed him to know quite a lot about the person. He hardly paid attention to what they said, but as he walked back home he knew exactly where that person had gone. Hercule Poirot was at a rendezvous himself, but this was with a friend. He met Captain Hastings who was very shabby, which annoyed the detective, but very please with himself. He outlined the facts that he had found to Poirot; in return the detective pointed out somebody who Hastings would be wise to detain. Hastings got up, and as he met that person he got into an interesting discussion about cricket until the Captain gave a quick knockout punch to the jaw. The person slumped down, and Hastings hurried off. Poirot himself sat back and thought as he digested his excellent meal. Yes..yes, that made sense. Of course- and the Poirot smiled to himself, because he knew exactly where a certain person was going, before he dozed off peacefully. Mr. Raymond West was thinking about how great a book about this situation would be when he noticed somebody. Finally! Someone to talk to! He jumped up and fell in step with the person, and by the end of the conversation West had planted so many romantic ideas into the person’s head that they went and decided to use their ability on someone else. Mr. Satterthwaite was waiting at a designated spot, which Mr. Harley Quin had told him to do earlier that night. Mr. Satterthwaite was feeling warm, and would have been quite enjoying the night had he not had the yearning to talk to Quin. Suddenly, as if by magic, a piece of paper fluttered in his direction and landed directly at his feet. He picked it up, and on it was the Faction of the person Quin had told him he was going after. Joe Hardy stepped out into the night. He knew he was chosen to do the job because he was the tough one, and so he had to grit his teeth and do it. He stood at the corner of a street and whistled. He saw the person who he had decided to go after, and he trotted up to them. The person had no chance to make any noise as Joe cut a swift uppercut and left them, unconscious, in a sitting position in a corner. With any luck nobody would notice the body. |
D2: The revolver goes boom |
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Aaryan decided for another revelation. But this was coming with an added twist that his detectives were famous for. EDM was feeling angry about having her alliance so unceremoniously shown to all. So she and her teammate decided to get back at the rest with an exposure of her own. When the group got back together that day, she had pocketed a revolver. Again, the people were deciding about who to force the truth out of, when EDM took out her revolver and said angrily: “Here’s what you get!” as she shot a random person in the crown. Unbeknownst to anyone else, it was he teammate. The teammate fell to the ground with a red spot on their chest. Immediately two of the people from the crown had jumped up and were at the side of the victim. “Aha!” she cried, “now I know!” Her teammate got up and grinned. She went on “Only two people would have the ability to at least attempt to save this person!” Now she and her teammate spoke together. “And those two people, are Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson!” One of the two they had indicated suddenly went chalk-white and ran for it. The other one, everyone stared at. “Hidden Z,” said the team grandly, “of Team Elementary!” |
N3: One Step Closer to the Finish Line |
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Aaryan excitedly watched the game play out. Now, it was time for some more action. Holmes was disappointed. The others were one step closer to discovering his team's identities. Dr. Watson was of the same mindset of Holmes. Well, the two rationed, if the others got information, at least they could stop them from getting more. Watson quickly elected a target and crept up behind them, wrapping his arm around their neck. As he squeezed just hard enough to knock his target out, he reassured them, "Relax, I'm a doctor. This won't hurt a bit." Poirot was happy. Their team had helped the other detectives get one step closer to discovering the roles of the other detectives. Maybe now they would be more willing to aid him in return. He gave Hastings a target, and Hastings immediately followed him. But contrary to Poirot's instructions to simply talk to the target all night, Hastings took an easier and less time consuming route. At this stage in the game, it was time to play dirty. He watched as his target dashed into the alley to step out of the rain, and had no problem knocking them out with a quick hit to the head. Frank had never been happy with Joe's headstrong actions. At least now it was his turn to act, and he could do so with a bit more stealth than his brother. He could still pull off the "American tourist" look, and used it as he followed his target for the night. His target never learned that they were being followed, and Frank returned to the hotel with amazingly helpful information. But now Aaryan and MiKi saw an unexpected twist in the game. They saw Nana7, darth nox, and Shadow7 exchange triumphant grins. They had learned the identities of everybody in the game, and no longer had anything to do with it. They watched contently from their windows as the rest of the detectives continued to battle for the win. |
D3: A chance for second |
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Aaryan didn't want the game to go on. After all, a team had won. But MiKi was always there, pulling his sleeve and sayig that at least one team should be able to redeem themselves. So Aaryan relented, and another revelation was in order. Fat Tony was definitely feeling the heat. A lot of people were angry about losing so quickly, and they wanted results, quick. There really was no way out of it. The forgotten metal bar had been found, and someone from the angry group had it under his chin. At a signal from his partner, Tony broke down and told them all. "It really is unfortunate that I had to be revealed this way," he said loudly for all to hear," but it seems you are willing to go to such measures to find things out. I can't say whether I'm impressed or not. All I can say is that I am a part of Team Marple and with no amount of torture will you get any more from me. The crowd dispersed, slightly disgruntled. |
N4: Just a Little Closer... |
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Dr. Watson was excited. They were almost there, they just needed a few more names. But as his team gathered information, they had to make sure that the other teams couldn't. So he made a decision, and found a target. He followed them through London, until they reached a relatively abandoned part of town. With a movement that was so fast it was almost invisible, he hit them roughly in the head and knocked them out for the night. Mr. West thought it was time he took some action too. It was time to redirect some actions away from him and his poor aunt. He quickly found a target, and engaged them in meaningless conversation. When he was finished, his target was so confused, they used their action on a completely different person. Mr. Quin was a quiet man by nature. His quietness came in handy when he was spying on people. As per usual, he quietly followed his vic--*ahem* target for the night, and easily learned which faction they belonged to. |
D4: Daylight Savings |
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MiKi was feeling exhilarated. One team may have won, but others were stilling playing hard. Even Aaryan was feeling good about it. MiKi closed her eyes. And the game began again. The group, for some reason, was feeling particularly bloodthirsty that day. They all seemed hungry for more knowledge. Thalia and Clozo were the victims that day. There was a lot of heat from everybody, but luckily the eloquence of a few more level-headed people managed to calm them down as he explained how unfair it would be to force TWO people to give their alliance. However, the people were still not happy. They simply mobbed around Clozo until she yelled: "Ok, ok, you guys win. I have no choice, I see. I am from Team Quin." The mob receded, and everyone went home a little more content. N5 ends Friday, Jan 20th at 6PM Board Time |
N5: Tying loose ends |
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Aaryan was feeling bored of the game. He decided to end it once and for all. Nothing MiKi said or did was going to stop him. Everybody had been planning their actions carefully, anger and frustration sharpening their aggression. However, as players were going to go do their work, a small, inexplicable voice told them to go to the square where they had been conducting lynches. This small voice drew them all together that night. The players went, and up on a stage was a shadowy figure whom nobody knew. The figure spoke: “Well, my detectives, here we are. The end of your journey. I gathered you here for a reason, you know.” Then the figure disappeared into a mist. Suddenly Sherlock Holmes leapt onto the stage. “Yes!” he cried, “I know why! It is because me and my friend Dr. Watson have come in second!” “Ridiculous!” exclaimed Raymond West,”naturally it was me and Aunt Jane who knew everybody!” Mr. Satterthwaite climbed the stage steps hurriedly. “Nonsense! After all of the efforts of my friend Quin?” The voice of the mystery man spoke: “All three of you have gotten the roles correct at the same time. In fact, only one team had no idea of the roles.” M. Hercule Poirot turned red and Captain Hastings broke into a sweat. Quickly they called a cab and left in shame. All of the remaining teams rejoiced! Their honor was not completely lost! And amid all the shouts and yells, there came—what is that horrible beeping noise? Aaryan sat bolt upright in bed. “Wha-what was that? Detectives? This is strange. What a ridiculous idea!” he laughed to himself. Miles away, Miki woke up. “Th-th-that was certainly odd…” she yawned. Team Hardy wins! Team Quin, Team Elementary, and Team Marple tie for second! |
End of Game Roster[]
Team Elementary:
- Sherlock Holmes - Thalia
- Dr. John Watson - Hidden Z
Team Little Gray Cells:
- M. Hercule Poirot - EDM
- Captain Arthur Hastings - Slick
Team Marple:
- Miss Marple - Tolecnal
- Mr. Raymond West - Fat Tony
Team Quin:
- Mr. Harley Quin - Aura
- Mr. Satterthwaite - Clozo
Team Hardy:
- Frank Hardy - Shadow7
- Joe Hardy - Nox
- Fenton Hardy - Nana7
Actions[]
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N1
N3
ALL HARDY’S ROLE GUESSES CORRECT, TAKEN OUT OF GAME. N4
N5 ACTIONS DISREGARDED, 3 TEAMS HAVE CORRECT RID’S
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