We could just skip day 1 altogether! Here, I'll summarize what would have happened:
Every Single First Time Player said:
Hi guise, kinda new here. Don't know what to say.
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Diaz said:
Lets vote off a veteran player!
Every Veteran Player said:
Ultimatedra said:
JUST KIDDING HERE'S THE UPDATE
Sometime had passed since the initial invasion, and everyone was beginning to settle down. The atmosphere was still understandably thick. Everyone moved into the large room just beyond the main entrance hall in which most of the fighting had taken place. This room was a lounge of sorts. The ceiling was double the height of all the other first floor rooms, and an overhang circled the perimeter of the room and was accessible from the second floor. Red carpet covered the majority of the room and statues of various high-profile trainers and pokémon lined the walls. Various couches and comfortable looking chairs were scattered around this room. A door in the far back exited into a cafeteria area that visitors and challengers would often eat at. Beyond that room was a kitchen which had been used until just recently and contained a healthy stock of food. On the left and right sides of the lounge room were two more doors, both leading into a hallway. Several bedrooms could be found in the hall behind the left door, and many people had claimed them and begun to move their belongings in. Most dared not speak, but some quiet whispers could be heard occasionally.
Most withdrew into solitude, claiming some corner of the lounge while eyeing the others suspiciously, unsure what to do about this situation. One man sat in the corner sharpening a knife and only looking up at irregular intervals, apparently unconcerned about being locked in a castle with Team Plasma.
After everyone had finished claiming a room or setting up camp in the common area, one inhabitant had finally had enough.
"I'm not even supposed to be here. I am not a member of Team Plasma and I am not a hero."
He turned around and made a path for the exit. A large green pokémon sprang from its ball to block his escape. Nearly crashing into it, he panicked and then slowly turned back around. Multiple hand guns were aimed right at his chest.
"You had better rethink your previous statement", threatened one man holding a particularly futuristic looking hand gun. "In fact, why don't you have a seat over there?", he gestured towards a nearby white leather couch. The man obeyed and a second man hobbled forward to withdraw his pokémon which was still blocking the exit.
"Ok, let's just put those guns away...NOW", came a voice from somewhere else in the room. "If there is one thing I won't tolerate, its unnecessary violence. Now...just put them down."
One by one the guns disappeared back into their holsters.
"We clearly can't trust anyone...", continued the man who had just put his gun away, attempting to take charge of the situation. Any one of us could be part of Team Plasma. The only way to end this is to kill someone every day until no scum remain.
The room broke into mutters because naturally everyone did not like the thought of what that would mean, but no one could come up with a better solution..
BEGIN DAY 1
VOTES TO LYNCH: 16