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Vote for what you'd like the new Euro bills to look like! Birds or people?

https://surveys.ecb.europa.eu/10b/neweuro/

Vote for what you'd like the new Euro bills to look like! Birds or people?

https://surveys.ecb.europa.eu/10b/neweuro/

Vote for what you'd like the new Euro bills to look like! Birds or people?

https://surveys.ecb.europa.eu/10b/neweuro/

Vote for what you'd like the new Euro bills to look like! Birds or people?

https://surveys.ecb.europa.eu/10b/neweuro/

Vote for what you'd like the new Euro bills to look like! Birds or people?

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I was brutally murdered last night in cold blood. Now the game begins.... we need to find the killer among us.

Game Overview:

- I am dead and will moderate the game + give clues as the ghost.

- The game has Night Phases (private actions) and Day Phases (public discussion & voting).

- Goal: Innocents try to find and vote out the killer. The killer tries to survive.

Roles:

- 1 Killer – Chooses one person to kill each night.

- 1 Detective – Can investigate one player per night to learn their role.

- 1 Doctor – Can protect one player from being killed each night (healing only works if the Doctor chooses the person the Killer targets).

- The rest of the players – Regular Townspeople (normal players who discuss and vote).

How the game works:

- Night Phase: I will DM the Killer asking who they want to kill. I will DM the Detective asking who they want to investigate. I will DM the Doctor asking who they want to heal.

- Once someone is killed, they become a ghost and cannot make posts or interact in the main discussion anymore (they can only watch).

- Day Phase: Everyone discusses in the community, accuses people, and we vote on who to lynch.

Important Rules:

- No cheating. No talking about the game privately with other players unless your role allows it. No screenshots of roles. No metagaming. If you cheat, you will be immediately banned from the community and all future games.

- Be respectful and have fun. No real hate or toxicity.

- Dead players can watch but cannot speak in the main thread.

Let’s find out who killed me.

If you've committed a crime and a detective gathers everyone involved in the room, especially if he's not actually a detective and is instead a novelist, puzzle-setter, psychic, fake psychic, dog, chess grandmaster, etc. ...

YOU SHOULD NOT CONFESS.

Every year, hundreds of people are put away by non-traditional "detectives" who have either inserted themselves into the case or are working with the police in a dubiously legal capacity as advisor. In 99% of these cases, the murderer gives a full confession even though the evidence against them is circumstantial at best and often requires a long just-so story which can only guess at motive.

If this happens to you, stay quiet, do not attempt to defend yourself or talk your way out of it, only say "I want a lawyer".

Now if you find yourself being investigated by a boy genius, magician's assistant, anthropologist, classics scholar, or philosopher, it's likely that refusing to talk to the police (or investigator with no legal authority) is merely the end of the second act, and by the end of the third act they will have you dead to rights.

YOU SHOULD STILL NOT CONFESS.

Make them take it to court. Force the eccentric detective and his straight-laced police partner to take the stand and explain their methods to a jury of your peers. Have your lawyer look at the chain of custody on the evidence, especially if you believe it to have been handled by someone who has only bumbled into detective work through their natural charm and/or unique set of skills and outsider perspective that come in handy more often than they should.

i used to see those old timey photos of photos of circus fat men and laugh a little because its like. really? this was the fattest guy anyone could find? this guy was so comically fat that he could go to a circus, and people would pay to gawk at him? this guy? i could walk into any bar in my town and lose an arm wrestling match to a guy fatter than this. 110 years ago guy was professionally fat, now he's losing to amateur hobbyists.

but then i think, you know, yes. i could outfat this man with the benefit of modern technology. i could eat two twinkies and smirk at this bastards two fucking grocery bags of tomatoes. i could do that.

but it is actually a hell of an accomplishment to do this with 1910s food. imagine the hell of being the 5 minute tomato man. like, your part time job is just chewing. 20% of your life is going to be chewing. its a grind. its awful. and then you look over, and theres this beautiful bastard, and the timer hasnt even gone off and hes eating another tomato. you're looking at him, and you're gonna say hey, i think you heard someone elses alarm, you dont have to do that, but then he gets another tomato. look at that defiant posture. look at his arms crossed. 12 bags of tomatoes? make it 20. im not scared of you, this posture says. im not scared of being alive. is it work? is it work to exist? of course its work to exist. so much chewing. but whats the alternative, let the fuckers grind you down? let the tomatoes win? he eats another one. you're grinning. you eat your tomato. you cant keep up with him but it feels a little better. this isnt a losing battle. youre alive. youve seen fat bastards before but they were rich. they got fat the easy way, with good food, with good drink, with honey and butter and jam. this guy has tomatoes. he eats another. he cant beat em but he can join em. he can do this. youre cheering. your friends are cheering. he does this for another six months and then he says hes got a new job. hes joining the circus. he is now, finally, professionally fat.

and now we’re here. confused. together.

tomato for your troubles?