  "Comrades. The Motherland Calls! Your hard work has saved many brothers on the fronts, their families are grateful. But the job is not finished, there is still much to be done. The vile German is on the run, but the western spy is devious and waits for your idleness. Do not forget Leningrad. We will be posting an Internal Affairs officer at your village. Vadim is very capable, trained by the finest of the motherland's corp. So rest easy, but stay vigilante. Stalin is watching. Report any suspicions you have to Vadim he will see to them." The Game Player list Wait list |
AstrosDec 7, 2016 8:17 AM
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AstrosNov 23, 2016 8:52 AM
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| I really like your use of flavor here it is really cool and since it is basic I don' have any issues I need to check with people I trust on numbers though but it mostly looks good. |
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☭ Vadim's List 1.0 ☭ [3] Player A ✖ Player B, Player C, Player D [2] Player B ✖ Player A, Player E [1] Player C ✖ Player F Neglect of Duty || Player G, H, I Mod Notes Vadim said phase is 48 hours. Suspicion History (alternatively you can just remove the spoiler) |
aa-donoDec 2, 2016 6:12 PM
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[Welcome Text] ☭ Citizen Identification ☭ 
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aa-donoDec 14, 2016 9:08 PM
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 [Welcome Text] ⚔ Citizen Identification ⚔ 
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aa-donoDec 14, 2016 9:09 PM
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AstrosDec 15, 2016 1:49 AM
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Day 1  "It is time. It is now! The sun rises on the great USSR once again. And like it we shall ever rise to protect her from the evils of the shadows. You have been given your assignments. Now arise, comrades! This is your sacred duty to her who birthed and nutured you. Do not let the vile rats pillage and disease her precious soil! Arise! And let not the Western spy profit from your idleness. Where ever they might be, flush every single rat out! Let them be fodder to the might of the Red Army! They cannot hide if we do not let them. Report that traitor of a neighbor but be careful. Do not harm your comrades. May you not bring shame to the Motherland!" @Gruffin @DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Ruu @Phraze @Tingle @KOtA @Chione @Karote @Shinichi-Kun @PentaFlare @Kit @-shad- @callmeLuna || Countdown to Night 1 || |
AstrosDec 15, 2016 7:04 AM
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Night 1  The long standing shadows of the street grew longer as the orange hue of the sun continued to fade on the horizon. Signaling the cold winter night approaching, the residents of Nyroba were turning in, no doubt after a long grueling ten hour shift at the nearby factory. Ready for a nice bowl of warm porridge and a chance to speak with their loved ones, few heard the approaching roar of the diesel engine until it was outside their wooden homes, passing their street. Vibrating nearby windows and throwing snow to the sides, the lone Studer made its way around a corner before pulling over to stop in front of a nearby home. For a time it simply rested with its engine rumbling hot as others looked on with interest from afar. Though, not overstaying its welcome, the truck soon continued on before making a similar stop at a home just down the street. Disappearing afterward, not many took note of it as they spooned down dinner. Come nightfall it was all but forgotten in the wake of shared laughs and cheer that carried on into the late hours of the frigid night. @Gruffin @DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Ruu @Phraze @Tingle @KOtA @Chione @Karote @Shinichi-Kun @PentaFlare @Kit @-shad- @callmeLuna || Countdown to Day 2 || |
AstrosDec 17, 2016 9:50 AM
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AstrosDec 18, 2016 7:34 AM
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Day 2  The wild howl of the night carried on, awakening and maddening all but the dead. And the lone villager anon, tossed and turned, rabid in their bed. The days work had left the switch on, and left them tormented by their tireless head. Visions of trucks that drove on, and the imprinted tracks that they tread. It wasn't long as they carried on, that they ended the nightmare and rose out of bed. Thinking to themselves a walk would be nice, they dressed up warm and made for the ice. They walked and walked until they round twice, stopping at the tracks of would be mice. Following, a light did entice, but the villager found their bed rather suffice. Low did they think twice, when the mind returned its lice. And off they went into the night, so they may find, and capture the mice. The light shown bright upon the pane, rather inviting, but insuring them slain. From the thin wooden walls came, rather hushed, words of German vein. Lacking proof and looking to gain, rather graceless, they trudged through rain. The voices ceased much to their bane, rather frightful, still they remained. With creak the door did strain, rather slow, did the footsteps gain. Silence fell only to remain, rather shocked, the villager nervously strained. But then the door soon gladly closed, relieving the villager of situation it imposed. With a sigh they gladly transposed, to escape their fate as they slowly exposed. With steps carefully made undisclosed, the steps earlier returned opposed. Like lightning they swiftly enclosed, and the poor villager was left disposed.  Comrades! The time has come again! Your country needs you! While her wondrous expanse may be frozen, do not allow that to extinguish the fire in your bodies! Strike hot the iron within you to forge together a better future and country. The soldiers on the front lines are recognizing your efforts so far. The latest shipments have already left the factory and will be greatly welcome. Take pride in knowing those men will be at ease thanks to your hard work! But the work shouldn't end there! Do not folly in your other duties. We cannot afford it. Your latest reports while helpful are not enough. We need to single out and eradicate the German rat at all cost! While you may be afraid of hurting your brothers do not despair. Instead look to the brothers beside you who are risking themselves in order to support you and the greater cause. It is them that you should consider when making the choice! United!Will Never be Defeated! Remember those words comrades and they will guide you well. @Gruffin @DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Ruu @Phraze @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @Shinichi-Kun @PentaFlare @Kit @-shad- @callmeLuna || Countdown to Night 2 || |
AstrosDec 18, 2016 9:30 AM
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Night 2  After yet another day of much needed hard work. The mighty workers of the village staggered back to their small havens of the night. Exhausted behind simple fatigue, they paid little attention from the side of the roads as the Studer barreled ahead between them. Braking only enough to miss the house completely, it skidded on the ice a few feet its front door. With a clunk the passenger door opened and a lone figure stepped out, his form and face masked by the sun to his back. As he approached the front door, two armed men hopped out of the back and walked over to join him. With a silent knock, the three stood for a moment before a woman came to the door. The three then forced themselves in, shutting the door swiftly behind them. For a good while there was nothing to see or hear aside from the truck and the dark clouds passing overhead. But after several minutes the door reopened and the armed men exited. Standing to the side, they motioned with their barrels as the woman who had answered earlier rushed out, the passenger on her heels. For a brief moment she looked to the sun and her face shown fully. The villagers could recognize it as one of their own who'd they'd seen and talked to on many occasions before.  Following them were soon five more, but who didn't take the time to admire the scenery. Instead, they hurried toward the back of the truck where the rest were gathering. With a thud the tailgate was lowered, and the six were directed into the back until they were hardly visible. With another thud the gate was raised, and the armed men returned to the front door. Saluting the passenger, they entered it for the final time before returning their salute, the passenger hoped back into the truck. With its engine roaring into action, they drove to the end of the road before disappearing. Without a word or indication of what had happened, those watching were left to return to their business, only to wonder at what they'd witnessed and what it'd meant for them. @Gruffin @DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- @callmeLuna || Countdown to Day 3 || |
AstrosDec 20, 2016 9:28 AM
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Day 3  The dawn of day quelled the night most rampant, and gave birth to day as the sun did rise. A good time to visit those most absent, it was thought by those most wise. The trucks did light to find and fasten, those who were foolish to hide. And drug them from their homes in the street with passion, where they were seen nor heard for some time.   The night before all was silent, except for the muffled acts of the assailant. A helpful comrade who was most reliant, was made cheese for being most defiant. To awake in a state only violent, they were stabbed by a lone facist tyrant. They had known to much to keep silent, and tried to rally the village into alignment.  Comrades! It is time again! Time for the workers to rise! So rise and labor hard! With each passing day we inch closer to Berlin. Your hard work will be rewarded, so keep hammer firm and hands nimble. I am most pleased with your latest reports. You do the Motherland a great service, never forget that. Comrade Gruffin understood that. She paid the ultimate price for her love of her country. For that we are all in her debt. She was a great soviet, and will be forever remembered alongside her brethren and sisters. Show courage as she did! Do not show fear to the enemy! That is what they want. Do not give it to them. They are the ones that should fear the might of the Soviet Union! Make them regret this day! @Gruffin @DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- || Countdown to Night 3 || |
AstrosDec 21, 2016 6:56 AM
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@DenjaX @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- The Motherland demands your attention Comrades. The steam engine does not rest and neither should you! |
AstrosDec 22, 2016 3:30 PM
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Night 3  The sound of 7.62 echoed through the air as the PPS ripped through the wooden door and its lock. With a firm kick the door slammed open and its occupants looked out in shock and horror as the armed men stormed in. Moments later they were being dragged through the snow by two sets of hands each while a man in full black garments looked on from the side. His skin was very fair except for the redness of his cheeks which shown life still beat within him. On the surface his expression and posture were stoic and solid. Down the right side of his face and covering the eyelid was a long battle scar that proved to deform the handsome face alongside a twisted left cheek and lip. The eye that was open seemed black and stared on coolly as one by one the house's residents were drug or marched out into the trucks One particular resident thought to plead with this man. For out of desperation and fear, which showed clearly in her wide eyed stare, she could find no other to make her appeal to. "Vadim! Please Vadim! We did nothing wrong. Whoever told you it was us is lying! Take them instead! I-i promise you. We want nothing other t-" Before they could finish the sentence Vadim grabbed them by the collar, prying loose their grip of him, and raised them up off their feet. "You see this eye?" he asked in a deep graveled tone. Opening it he revealed the empty socket where in an eye once rested. Looking away instead of acknowledging it, the woman was shook violently as Vadim ordered repeatedly "Look at it.". Satisfied with their eventual attention, he tossed them to the ground where they laid in a patch of snow. "It is what I gave for the Motherland." Closing it, Vadim stared down and added. "It is your turn now." With a nod of his Ushanka two armed men picked up the resident and bound her arms and legs. Struggling still, she was tossed into the back with the others before the it soon departed.  @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- || Comrades, The Great Terror will be put on Hold for the Holidays. May you all enjoy time with family or in solitary, whichever it may be, but think fond memories of the Motherland in which you live. Preferably with warm meals and plenty of Водка. We shall resume on the 26th unless stated otherwise. Drink safely comrades. || || Countdown to Day 4 || |
AstrosDec 23, 2016 7:48 AM
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Day 4  May you stay En Route always Alexandrov Ensemble. The dawn of day quelled the night most rampant, and gave birth to day as the sun did rise. A good time to visit those most absent, it was thought by those most wise. The trucks did light to find and fasten, those who were foolish to hide. And drug them from their homes in the street with passion, where they were seen nor heard for some time. The owl in its perch off to the wayside, bared full witness as the good comrade soon died. There could be no mistaking the one at bedside, who's vicious riddling grew ever intensified. With cautious silence they crept until a dangerous slide, had them fall flatly to the ground via backside. They jumped and scrambled to evade and hopefully hide, until the cold ravages of the night did subside. Come morning they returned home almost half dead, and immediately after breakfast headed for the bed. All day they slept hanging on by a thread, only to wake as if bit by copperhead. Tormented by the murderous images inside their head, they made painful efforts as they quickly fled. Making like lightning to the distant lone farmstead, blindly they let loose all of their dread. They chose to confide in a friend, who lead to their most unexpected and abrupt end.  Comrades, the trumpet calls! March! March on! Your brave brothers march on with you! They on the farside long for your cheer. Make sure they have a blossoming village to come home to after your days of labour. Their glory is your glory. The rat is cornered now. They have shown their fangs and continue to pester us, but do not lost hope. By the day we haul them off in truckloads and cleanse the Motherland of her vermin. They may at one time been your friends or even family, but do not let that dull you comrades. They can be no friend nor family if they are traitors to the state. The wonderful Soviet Union who gave birth and raised them in the golden fields and harsh white winters. They would see you and your loved ones freezing and starving if able. Remember that, and show them no mercy! They would not show it to you. @Gruffin @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- || Comrades, in the wake of inactivity phases will now only be 24 hours. || || Countdown to Night 4 || |
AstrosDec 26, 2016 9:58 AM
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Search Party The villagers had enough. The fear, the murders, the constant paranoia of each other. They could stand no longer to toil the day away and lose sleep during the night. Something had to be done and had to be done that night! A group of like minded villagers joined hands. Brothers in labor and of the Motherlands soil they set out upon the village in search of the vile Germans. Ransacking the first house visited by Vadim's trucks they left no book turned or cupboard full. Finding little as most had been taken by the soldiers they turned their search elsewhere. Asking friends to let them in or scouting around their lodgings. They left no stone unmoved and snow undisturbed. After hours of grueling travel and searching, there was a cry of help. They all rushed to the nearby lake where a villager pointed at strange colored log. Upon further inspection said log was revealed to be what remained of Phraze's corpse who had disappeared nights past. Horrified and filled with rage they scouted the area until they happened upon a small wooden shack. No prints lead in or out of it, but the villagers would not be deterred. Invading it they searched high and low of what little remained, but found nothing worth until one of the more perceptive pointed out the obvious clue that everyone had missed. In the middle of the shack on the table sat three tin cups half empty of cold coffee. In their rush and stir for answers they had inadvertently notified the German spies of their intentions. Fleeing they covered their tracks, but in their haste had forgotten the trivialities. While their identities remained sound, the town now knew. Three remained. |
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Night 4  After the nights events, the villagers came together united. United like the workers of Red October. They spread the word of how many Germans remained so that it was known across the village. Vadim getting word pressed them to find them at all cost. Speaking of patriotism and duty they were inspired as they met and argued over who could be the traitor among them. Accusations flew as long as fists as disagreements became violent ones. When pulled apart usually the two would dust themselves off and continue as they all had a greater purpose that day. As the work shift began no one felt tired from the night before. As if roused by the new information and Vadim's word they put hammer to steel in a whirlwind of labor. Even the sounds of conversations could be heard over the roaring of machinery. At the days end they settled on who they would report. With conviction unmatched, they resolutely decided and went to bed with much needed peace. Assured their acts had led to one less rat among them. @logic340 @Togs @Rinto-kun @Sodalicious_ @KOtA @Chione @Karote @LucianRoy @PentaFlare @-shad- || Countdown to Day 5 || |
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