( THE BOOTLEGGER )

[abhoth]

At 3:00 AM on Tuesday morning, you will be roused from your sleep and drawn towards the unmarked room nestled between the Kitchen and Laundry Room, almost as if you had no control over your body. As you come to stand in front of the room, the door quietly swings open to reveal Craftly. Behind him, the strangest room you've seen in your life. He beckons you forward, guiding you inside the room and locking the door behind both of you. "Have a seat," he says, gesturing towards a small table for two. "I've been waiting for you, Bootlegger." Moments later, a list is slid across the table towards you. What will you do now? Welcome, Bootlegger! As the Bootlegger's Rulebook indicates, your character will have the chance to pick one item from a list each week. Items will show up on Wednesday, at 6:00 PM EST, at a location of your character's choice. This means they can either have it appear somewhere public for the benefit of everyone, or in their own room, where they can grab it as soon as it appears. Please understand that once selected, an item cannot be requested again. The list is as follows: Small bag of marijuana with a glass hand pipe Medical kit Fingerprint kit (Dust + Ink) Luminol spray Colt Revolver with 1 bullet Gallon of gasoline Clue token Trowel Flashlight with batteries Gas mask Pack of cigars Blacklight Handheld taser One pitchfork x8 bottles of clean water Body bag Let us know if you have any questions! We hope you enjoy your role. ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

Comments

[zombiearm]

[he's just gently glaring as he enters, given the entire trial, but he glances at the list again.]

May I inquire as to the strength of the particular taser you're offering?

[abhoth]

Ah, come in, come in. Good to see you.

[ is it? ]

Oh? It's a fairly strong one, but not enough to cause death. 50,000 volts, I believe? Enough to buy you time to escape or defend yourself, if needed.

[zombiearm]

Cool. Well, I'm sold.

[abhoth]

Not even a glance at useful items? You saw how terribly upset the others were. Helpless as they bicker among themselves.

[ He sounds disappointed. ]

If that is what you wish, where may this item be delivered?

[zombiearm]

If you would like to make a suggestion, strange tentacle man, I'm all ears.

[abhoth]

Not at all, the choice is yours!

[ He would never take this from him. ]

Your role is to play the game with the advantage of this savory arsenal. Different play styles, you see. It's been some time since someone focused on survivability as opposed to helpfulness. It's only amusing, Mister Mikalski.

[zombiearm]

I'll be more helpful once I have a taser.

[abhoth]

Very well then. Shall it be in the same location as your devils lettuce from last week?