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New page, new round. This better not kill OTF again /:
Round two: You are not the imposter.
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This time I'm on the crewmate team. I'm ready to complete tasks and keep an eye on suspicious behavior among the crew. Let’s get started—I'm off to check my task list. Which area of the ship do we begin in, or how do the crewmates distribute themselves?
Nav recalibration. Wires in electrical. Scan. O2 filter. Are your tasks, you are in the cafeteria. Green, Blue, and Lilac go east to nav, Red, Orange, and Maroon wander south to admin, Cyan, goes west and a few new additions: Lime and Tan, go with them. Where do you go?
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I'll head to Electrical to tackle the wires task. That seems like a solid choice from the cafeteria, and I can complete my task while keeping an eye on any odd behavior.
To get to electrical, you must head through one of the hallways, which one do you pick?
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I'll choose the west hallway. It seems the most direct route toward Electrical, where I need to complete the wires task.
Along the way, Lime beckons the group to Medbay, and Cyan ignores them, but Tan follows him. Do you follow Cyan, being alone, so you can protect them, but if they are the imposter, you are in danger, or do you follow the other two, which will protect them if one is the imposter, unless they both are, but Lime seems to want to show you something.
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I'll follow Lime and Tan to Medbay. It seems safer in numbers, and if there's something Lime wants to show, it might be a task-related clue or a dead body report. Let's stick together and see what unfolds.
You, Purple, follow them, where they promptly head toward the visual task, showing they are, in fact not the imposter: you and Tan now know Lime is safe. Tan heads to the reasurch task next to medscan, and you are left with Lime. Will you continue on, leaving Tan, or wait for them?
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I'll stay with Lime a little longer to ensure everything's in order before moving on. Once Tan completes the research task, I'll regroup with the team.
You walk into upper engine with Lime, almost to electrical, when all the lights dim, leaving you with only the vision your dim, flicking flashlight gives you. You turn downward, following the well known path to electrical
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I fumble for my flashlight as the lights dim, the sudden darkness reducing my vision to just the beam from my flickering light. I clutch Lime’s arm a moment, then nod—it's time to push forward.
As we head downward along the familiar route to Electrical, I carefully scan the surroundings. The silence of the darkened corridor is unsettling, every shadow playing possible tricks on my eyes. I keep close to Lime, determined to ensure that nothing amiss happens.
"Stay close," I say quietly, trying not to betray any nervousness. "We'll confirm tasks and get through this together."
Every step is cautious, every sound magnified by the darkness. The known path to Electrical becomes both a comfort and a reminder: if any ghostly figures—or worse—a configuration of crewmates isn't where they're supposed to be, it might be a sign of something sinister.
I press on, alert to any movement or heartbeat among the shadows, determined to complete the task and secure another win for the crewmate side.
What happens next on our way to Electrical?
You safely get there, with a short detour where Lime does wires, and you note the task bar goes up, with Cyan watching cams. You start your task, and when you finish, you see Lime’s dead body, laying next to you, and as you fumble for the report button, Red and Orange walk in, right before you call the meeting. (Dialogue time, what do you say?)
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Purple, eyes wide and voice trembling slightly, blurts out, "Guys, Lime's dead! I just finished my task and now I see Lime's body right here! We need to call an emergency meeting right now!"
At the meeting, you blurt out: “I was doing wires, in electrical, and when I finished, Lime was dead!” You notice that Tan is also gone, killed by the imposter as well: they are no fool.
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Purple exclaims, trying to steady their voice: "I was here, doing wires in Electrical. I finished my task, and then I found Lime's body right here! And now Tan's gone... the imposter must be among us!"
Purple’s eyes dart between Red and Orange as murmurs grow louder in the meeting. "Please, let's not waste any time—someone must be lying. We can't let this imposter slip away while we're picking at clues. Who was near the wires area after the lights went down?"
Red: “Well, you for a chance. You are probably lying, honestly thats not very believable. Cyan, you are the smartest here, what do you think? Cyan: “The imposter could have vented, I didn’t see anything when in Cams, though Maroon was near medbay. We can vote out Purple, if it isn’t them, they can still do tasks. Anyone who isn’t sure can skip. Is this fair, Purple?”
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Purple responds calmly but with an edge, "I'm just telling you what I saw—Lime was dead when I finished my task, right there in Electrical. I didn't lie about that. I was busy with wires, not venting around like someone else might be capable of. I'm not the imposter, and you know tasks can be confirmed. If you think I'm guilty just because I'm pointing out the obvious, then that's on you. I'm not asking for a vote against me—I just need us to figure out who really had time to kill. Maroon was near Medbay, you say? Then we need to investigate that, not cast baseless votes at me. Is this fair?"
Orange: “Sus. I’m voting Purple. If it’s not you, at least you can still do your tasks.” Maroon narrows their eyes, and skips, but everyone else votes you off. Again.
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Purple's eyes widen in disbelief as the votes come in. "What? No, please—I'm not the imposter!" they plead, voice rising in panic. But Orange's accusation, combined with the murmurs and silent judgments, leaves no room for rebuttal. With a heavy sigh and regret tinging their tone, Purple watches as the vote is sealed.
"Good game, I swear—I'm innocent!" they blurt out in a final desperate appeal as they're ejected.
As Purple drifts away, a mixture of frustration and resignation in their fading words, the game carries on with the remaining crewmates—an unresolved knot of suspicions that will haunt the next round.
(You will do your tasks, but I’ll skip over them, and tell you what goes on.) You watch as they scatter, Cyan, Orange, and Lilac going south, Green and Blue going east, and Maroon heading west, to cams.
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As Purple's ghost, I watch silently from the dead zone as the group scatters: Cyan, Orange, and Lilac make their way south, Green and Blue head east, and Maroon settles in at the cams to keep a watchful eye on the ship.
Though I can't physically help them complete tasks now, I still feel the weight of each crewmate's steps as they try to piece together the mystery of Lime's and Tan's deaths. I sigh softly, a spectral whisper lost in the hum of the ship, "I only wanted to help... Now I get to watch it all crumble."
From my corner in the void, I silently vicariously perform my once-tasks, wishing I could warn them of hidden dangers. Instead, I'll keep my ghostly gaze fixed on their every move, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'll uncover the real culprit before it's too late.
What do the others do next—as they take up their tasks and attempt to restore order in this chaos?
Eventually, as Lilac is in Admin, Orange quickly kills them, venting. After a moment’s hesitation, Cyan calls a meeting. Your eyes light up, only to hear them lie: “I don’t know what happened! Orange and I left for a split second, and when we came back, Lilac was dead! I would assume it was Maroon, but they were nowhere near. Keep an eye on him, I’d suggest. He went off alone so…” Orange nods, “where was everyone else?” Maroon: “I was in cams. I didn’t see anyone do anything sus.” Green: “I was in O2, and Blue wander off for a second, enough time to vent and come back. I don’t know for sure though.” Blue: “I was just doing a wire task!” Cyan: “I’m voting Blue.” Cyan has two votes, by Maroon and Blue, and Blue is voted by the two imposters, as well as Green.
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Purple, now a silent observer in ghostly form, listens as the meeting spirals into accusations and voting. From the void, they watch each crewmate point fingers and cast votes. When Cyan declares their intention to vote Blue—and with Maroon, Blue, and Green's votes aligning—the outcome seems sealed.
In a quiet, almost hollow tone that only the shadows of those no longer bound by mortal form can hear, Purple muses, "So it comes to this... Another crewmate falls, and trust shatters further." Their spectral eyes narrow, following the proceedings with a mix of sorrow and grim determination.
Even as Blue is voted out by the majority, Purple's ghost can only wonder if the real imposter lurks among the living, leaving the chain of deception to continue unabated.
In the silence after the meeting, Purple silently vows, "I'll keep watching, even if I can no longer help. The truth must still come to light."
As the meeting ends and the surviving crewmates scatter to restore order and finish their tasks, Purple remains a disembodied witness to the unraveling mystery—hoping that someday, the real culprit will be unmasked.
Maroon stars to walk up, only to hop slightly and run to call a meeting… only to be cut down by Orange, leaving only one crewmate left, with two imposters left alive, they win the game, and everyone teleports back to the lobby
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From my spectral vantage point, I watch as Maroon scurries up before hastily running to call an emergency meeting—only to be abruptly cut down by Orange, leaving just one crewmate in the game. With the final crewmate now fated and two imposters still in play, the inevitable unfolds. The imposters triumph, and in a flash of teleportation, every surviving soul is whisked back to the lobby.
I linger amid the digital echoes of defeat and betrayal—a silent observer to this round’s brutal unraveling. As the congratulatory chatter fills the lobby, I can’t help but reflect on how, even in death, the game’s chaos continues to forge alliances, fires of suspicion, and the bittersweet taste of victory.
"Good game, everyone," I murmur in a ghost of a tone—half regret, half satisfaction. "Until next time, when the next round brings new secrets and mischief."
And so, the round ends—a testament to the dark thrill of deception and strategy, leaving each of us eager for what the next round may reveal.
(You are alive once the game ends, in the lobby with all the other players)
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Emerging from the vortex of the game, I find myself alive again in the lobby with everyone else. The familiar chatter of post-game banter surrounds me—a mix of triumph, frustration, and anticipation for the next round. I take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline of the match fade as I join the others.
"Well," I say with a wry smile, "that was one wild ride. I guess tonight’s scoreboard holds a few surprises." I glance at a few who nod knowingly, a silent acknowledgment among crewmates and imposters alike.
As the lobby buzzes with speculation about strategy and blame, I settle in, ready to regroup, reforge alliances or rivalries for the next match. Even though I wasn't the imposter this round, the thrills, the betrayals, and the pulse-racing moments all remind me why I love this game.
"Good game, everyone," I add sincerely. "Let's do it again soon."