The Hunt

[Ehndras]

This sounds quite interesting!

[Barek (jerm)]

How much point hunting the Barek ?

 

[Norrel]

The first day will begin within 24 hours. Feel free to discuss strategy or whatever in the meantime.

[Ehndras]

Just in case I didn't make myself clear,

I'm IN!

[Norrel]

This game is about to begin. Anyone who still wants to play, PM me and I will place you as a sub.

Days will begin/end at around this time but not exactly at this time. Do not whine if a day ends or begins an hour short or late. There is no arbitrary day time limit so keep talking and changing your votes until I say otherwise.

Opening narrative will begin shortly.

[Penchant]

Umm, I kinda have bad news about that, that I forgot to mention I might be gone until Monday. If you want to start it just put it me down as warthog.

[Norrel]

Nobody knows how the world ended. Some blame communism; some blame fascism. Some men blame empty chairs. All we know is that one day the world was a-hustle and a-bustle with fancy monorails and french fries and the jersey shore and the next we were diving through rubble for a rotten banana, dying of radiation poisoning and beating each other up with sticks.

In short, the world became fun again.

Now it is centuries in the future and a tribe has convened. They had never needed a leader before, but now it seemed that the old traditions were creeping back. They debated for hours about the best system of government; should it be the one with the sharpest stick? Should he be elected? Who should control the means of production? The arguments lasted days and days with no end in sight, until someone came up with a brilliant idea. Perhaps the most brilliant idea in the history of mankind.

"Why don't we select our leader through a series of arbitrary cutoffs influenced by relative sizes of meat piles and put everyone who fails to death?"

Everyone immediately agreed and the contenders stepped forward, clad in plate mail made from old SUVs and spears tipped with sharpened soda cans. Those contenders are you. You, the bravest of the brave who will connive and deceive and conquer and beat animals to death with your bare hands! Will you seize the reins of civilization or will you be put to death in morbidly hilarious ways due to the petite nature of your meat stack? Only destiny (and your knowledge of game theory) will decide!

ALL ANIMALS ARE AVAILABLE TODAY

[Ross]

So who is planning to sabotage my cheetah attempt today ?

I swear i will lynch you.

[Zakilevo]

Let's lynch Ross so we can hunt as many cheetahs as we want!

[Ross]

Where our final choice is sent? Pm to Slapy ?

[Norrel]

Where our final choice is sent? Pm to Slapy ?

yes

[Ross]

Vote slapsticks he knows too much.

[Barek (jerm)]

In all seriousness, I'm hunting the cheetah.  Ross or someone said the same, so its likely that there may be a few of us with no points.  I suggest that we form a village council of sorts.  PM me if interested.

[Ross]

And what ? We will vote who gets the cheetah?

Unless you want to team up for a nice black and white Zebra, they are the best. You can use his leather to do a couch after.

[Norrel]

LGMalpha, Ketchum and Ross go for the lion. They stumble on their own feet and are awarded with no points and may God have mercy on their souls.
Ehndras goes for the Giraffe. After realizing that he has no friends, he goes home and cries himself to sleep, dreaming of the points he could have had but never got.
Penchant goes for the warthog. The poor beast practically dies of fright and Penchant collects a hearty prize of 2 POINTS
Barek cackles to himself as the rest of the party either go for chump change or otherwise screw themselves over. He stalks the cheetah with great skill and spears it through the heart silently. His manhood eclipses the sun and he is praised for his glory and, of course, his 16 POINTS
Zakilevo and Cren stay with the tribe eating playdoh like the bunch of lazy simpletons they are. For their inadequacies they are awarded 0 points and WILL BE SUBBED OUT IF THEY DO NOT POST.

I did Penchant's actions because he did them this day but I will not be automating further days.

The tribe convenes for the first judgement. Barek the bloodied barbarian stands atop a great mountain of cheetah. Crowds of women beg for his favor and his name will echo through the annals of history. No matter what, he alone decides who is sent to death.

The tribe, however, is bureaucratic. A two is rolled, meaning that this will be a vote-off. However, only Barek's vote really matters as it is eight times larger than the rest of the contestants' points combined.

Barek, choose your victim - and the manner of their death. The fate of civilization rests with you.