You’re in high spirits as you initiate burn to leave Jupiter. Three of the would-be spacejackers have died. As you head back to your pods, however, you receive some sobering news from Oswald.
“I have good news,” he says, which is never what you want to hear from a computer. “A software patch has been received from Eaglescream’s Manitoba Cryonics division. They have reformulated the stasis refrigerant. The previous chemical has been designated Mark I, and deprecated. I have been furnished with synthesis instructions for Mark II refrigerant.”
“So what does that mean?” asks Astronaut Jones, who is changing into his stasis jammies right in front of the rest of you.
“You will now be capable of longer stasis windows,” replies Oswald. “The safe storage period has been lengthened from two years to six.”
“Is that safe for those of us with double circulatory systems?” asks the Doctor.
“Probably. I will reactivate you as we pass Neptune. We can check then.”
“But what about seeing Uranus and the other one?” says C-Czar. “I had a really good joke for when we got to Uranus! BLAP BLAP BLAP BLAP!”
“Saturn and Uranus are not aligned with our flight path,” says Oswald. The last remaining spacejacker’s heart falls. “We will pass them on the return trip.” The spacejacker’s heart pops back up. There may yet be a chance for a peaceful life on Titan! All they have to do is kill everyone else to get it.
“Time for stasis,” says Oswald. You climb into your pods and prepare for the customary message from Walter Hovnatanian III. Instead, an elderly woman comes on. She has her hair up in a bun, and is wearing glasses made of a material you don’t recognize.
“Hello,” she says. “My name is Wendy Hovnatanian. Walter the Third was my nephew. Control of Eaglescream Systems reverted to me after his untimely death six months ago.”
There’s a moment of silence. “Shit,” says C-Czar. “I thought they were gonna cure death.”
Wendy glances away from the camera, her face lit by the blue glow of a screen. “It says you were launched in 2029 towards… Jesus. Where did they find people who agreed to 35 years offworld?”
“Wait,” says Astronaut Jones. “I thought they said 20.”
“Okay,” says Wendy, who of course can’t hear you. “It looks like the support team has already uploaded telemetry corrections and the new antifreeze recipe. You’re going reawaken just as the ship passes Neptune’s moon Triton. Try to make some visual observations. We’ve only ever seen one side of that world, when Voyager 2 flew past in the 1980s.” She pauses. “The best I can do from here is wish you good luck.”
The video blinks out. As the stasis cloud envelops you, your last thoughts are that the new refrigerant feels much, much colder than the old refrigerant.
The year is 2041.
Neptune is a dark blue crescent, larger but dimmer than Earth’s moon. Closer to hand is a world that looks like an overripe cantaloupe: Triton. The sun is a pinhead of light stuck in a sheet of unyielding blackness.
“We have a problem,” says Oswald.
You drag yourselves from your pods. You feel stiff and hungover. Maybe it’s the new refrigerant. Maybe it’s the extended downtime.
“I cannot establish contact with Earth,” says Oswald. So that doesn’t help, either.
“Squad,” says Discord. “It appears Disqus has been uninstalled.”
“We can do that?” says the redshirt.
Disqus (Snugglewumps) has died. It (she) was a CREW MEMBER (Vanilla Town).
“Sadness,” says Discord. “Now it looks like you have only one commenting platform available.”
“We have bigger problems than crew attrition,” says Oswald. “Please observe the screens.”
You look at the nearest monitor bank, which displays something like a flight cancellation list. GOLDSTONE – OFFLINE. MADLEY – OFFLINE. SUPARCO – OFFLINE. It goes on and on.
“These are Earth receiving stations. Some of them will always be offline, due to weather or the rotation of the Earth. For all of them to be offline, however, suggests a catastrophe.”
You let that sink in.
“What about Mars?” asks Mr. Spoon. “Can we pick up MARS-AM?”
“MARS-AM is a commercial radio station, not a receiving station,” says Oswald, “but I can try. The signal should be available at this range.”
There’s a momentary pause.
“I cannot pick up MARS-AM, or anything on the analog AM band.”
“Vestaville?” asks the Doctor. “Perhaps they’re not still sore about our resetting Dad.”
Another pause. “No radio signals of any kind from Vesta,” says Oswald.
“Maybe the mining rig on Callisto?” says one of the constellation kids.
“Callisto is a moon of Jupiter!” says the other
“Not now, Arnie.”
Oswald scans, and a message comes through: “Lütfen üretici yazılımını en yeni sürüme yükseltin. Portekizce için iki tuşa basın.”
“This is the same message we received in 2035,” says Oswald.
“Is there anything?” asks Mr. Spoon. “Any of the other planets? Any of the other moons? Anyone?”
There is a long, tense silence. “No,” says Oswald. “The radio beacon on Callisto-1 is the last. The rest of the system is radio silent.”
You let THAT sink in.
“So…” says C-Czar. He struggles to phrase the thought. “Does this mean there, like, aren’t any more laws?”
“Laws require enforcers,” says Oswald. “So no.”
“Let them eat CAKE!” yells C-Czar. “That’s my catchphrase.”
The rest of you are too shocked to speak.
“I am capable of autonomous operation,” says Oswald. “Mission directives will remain in place. Please prepare to record photo and video of Triton as we continue our approach. Cameras are in wall locker A7-196.”
You prepare yourselves without speaking. It feels as though the darkness of space has crawled into the ship with you, always behind your backs, shifting away just as you turn your heads.
- Win conditions:
- The wolves win when they are equal to the number of town-aligned players left (if the SK is dead), or outnumber the non-wolf players (even if the SK is still alive).
- Town wins when all the wolves and the serial killer are defeated.
- The serial killers win when it comes down to just them and one other person.
- A three-way standoff between the last town, last wolf and the SK will result in a special ending.
- There isn’t a hard order that night actions occur in. This is to allow as many of them to go through as possible.
- The jailer cannot jail themselves or the same person two days in a row.
- Spacejackers will scan as THREAT to the investigator. Crewmembers and the ??? will scan as NON-THREAT.
- There are no secret powers or win conditions in this game. Any changes I have to make to the mechanics will be announced publicly.
- A tie in the vote thread will result in No Kill.
- No editing posts.
- No quoting or screencapping from your QTs.
- If you have any other questions about rules, please ask in QT, and I will answer publicly here.
148 Crew (Townies), including 1 Comms Officer (Investigator)
- 1 Supervisor (Jailer)
41 Spacejackers (Wolves) 1 Iadolanthean Advance Scout (Serial Killer)
- 1 Iadolanthean Convert (Replacement Serial Killer)
- Mayelbridwen – Constellation kids
MacCrocodile– SPACEJACKER Sister Jude – Ellen Ripley’s Fifth Clone– SPACEJACKER Grumproro – Dororo– Crew Member DW– COMMS OFFICER (Cop) April LKD – Dr. Zoidberg– Crew Member
- Donalbain – Mr. Spoon
Snugglewumps – Disqus– Crew Member
- Library Lass – The 13th Doctor
- Hoho – Possumus X-1
Sic Humor – Laika the space dog– SPACEJACKER
- Ralph Waldo Wiggum – C-Czar
- Subsaharan – Astronaut Jones
Corporal Hicks– Crew Member Spiny Creature – Crimes, clone of Grimes– Crew Member
- Wasp – Ford Prefect
Goat – Black Phillip– ORIGINAL SERIAL KILLER
- Owen1120 – Redshirt
- Spookyfriend – Discord
- Mr. Glitch – G.L.I.T.C.H.
Day 5 ends Tuesday at 11 a.m. EST, or when a majority kill vote is reached