FAM6 - Thread 2 - Day 1

[FAMHost]

Imagine Doing Things and Being Useful

Town

Apathy (Passive) - While you are alive, mafia actions are Unstoppable.

Intrusive Thoughts (Passive) - Non-killing actions on you will target a random other living player instead. Town killing actions on you will always kill another random member of town instead.

Procrastination (Passive) - Your actions and votes take effect the following cycle. If the player they targeted is dead, they do not occur.

Zzzzzzzzzz (Passive) - You can only make 15 posts per day. Each post over the postcap will kill a random member of town.

[FAMHost]

Rolename: butt
Action(s): fart

[FAMHost]

Town Extremely Risky Compulsive Cop
Each night, you must choose a player. If they are a member of the Town, the Mafia immediately wins the game. This cannot be roleblocked.

[FAMHost]

This role has negative consequences for how the game is played (Mafia):

I think we should kill this player for being kind and caring about other players. Which is an entirely neutral attribute by the way.

Arrival (Passive): This role is publically announced to be in the game at the start of the game

(Kindness) Attack (Immediate, Day/Night, Unlimited Times): Post a link of you saying something nice to/about a player (not their reads). At the end of the next day, the player will become Pocketed. Any action from a Pocketed player to kill you will fail. Furthermore, you will register as a Vanilla Townie, both for investigations, and abilities such as the accusation in Vulnerability. Once every player, dead and alive, is Pocketed, you unlock Reward.

Vulnerability (Passive): Each player can, once per game, publicly accuse another player of having this role. If they are correct, you die at the end of the day, if they are wrong the accuser dies. This is unstoppable, except for as specified by Balance

Balance (Day, Immediate): Once per game, you may pick a player who would die due to having accused somebody (from Vulnerability) and prevent them from dying from this cause. This will not refund their shot.

Reward (Locked): Each night you can re-distribute every player’s vote weight, keeping the difference between town & mafia’s total vote power the same. These vote weights will never be shown but will be used to calculate hangs.

You win when you reach parity with the Town

[FAMHost]

ROLE NAME: Arcana Zero: The Fool

This is what is spawned when a Mommy Jester and a Daddy Jester love each other very much. A role that is as annoying as it is useless. A role only a mother could love. A mother with a squeaky clown nose and jingling shoes.

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This role is considered a 3rd party role.

Jingles, at your service!
Passive

The host announces at the start of every day the player with this role is alive: “(Player name) is the Fool. Point and laugh”

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Aspect of the Fool: Jester Form
Passive

The role passively has the following modifiers:

Persistent - This player enters the game with x67 Bulletproof vests.

Dumb - This player is unaffected by any action or modifier from another player that is not a killing action.

Paranoid - While this player has a bulletproof vest, any killing action (excluding end of day execution) targeting the player that would ignore that players’s bulletproof vests is canceled, then the player loses 10 bulletproof vests (Or all remaining vests if the player has less than 10).

Cowardly - Any time this player would be executed at the end of the day, they are not and a random other player dies instead.

Annoying - The player with this role is treated as if they do not exist when calculating parity with any antitown factions or similar win conditions.

Illiterate - This player’s vote does not count under normal circumstances unless under the effects of a tarot curse that affects vote strength.

Confused - This player votes for a random living player at the end of the day if no vote is assigned

Insomniac - This player cannot vote Sleep. If they do, that vote is assigned to a random living player instead.

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Jester Arcana: 13 Prank Bodhisattva
Passive

This role has no night action normally. At the beginning of every day phase, draw a random Tarot Curse and apply it to yourself. The curse is active for the rest of the day and the following night. Any night or day action provided by the curse is compulsory and must be used. Failure to use it will activate it at the end of the phase it is applicable and assign it to a random player if a target is required.

The applied tarot curse is publicly announced in the thread by the host after 12 hours from the start of the day phase.

List of Tarot Curses

1. The Fool - If this player is the first player to place a vote, it counts as 1.1 votes. Otherwise it counts for 0.9 votes

2. The Magician - Gain access to the “Magic Missile” night action. This night action will kill the user and the player with the least amount of votes the previous day phase. (All such players in the case of a tie.)

3. The High Priestess - The current day phase immediately ends and the next day phase begins. All actions used by players that would affect the previous day phase are canceled.

4. The Empress - Every player that votes for the player with this curse at the end of the current day gains a bonus ITA the following day phase

5. The Emperor - Every player that votes for the player with this curse at the end of the current day gains bonus ITA damage equal to their current base ITA damage the next day.

6. The Hierophant - When the player gains this curse, after 12 hours when that player’s tarot curse is publicly announced the host will post a picture of a fireball and the player with this curse will be day killed and lose 5 bulletproof vests.

7. The Lovers - A random player is secretly designated and both that player and the player with this curse become lovers. For the rest of the game, if you die, they die and vice versa. Losing a bulletproof vest counts as dying for the purposes of this curse.

8. The Chariot - Votes made against this player count for double. Votes during this day phase not targeting this player count for half.

9. Strength - Gain the “Strength” night action. This night action is a strongman vigi kill and this action can target any player. When resolving this night action it will always be redirected at the sender, killing them.

10. Wheel of Fortune - Every player with a vote at the end of the day will be placed into a knife in the box and a bonus execution will be randomly determined between all participants. This occurs after the normal end of day execution. If the player with this curse has a vote, their slot will have a weight of 10 when randomly determining who dies this way.

11. Justice - Every time the player with this curse places or receives a vote, that player loses a bulletproof vest. Once that player has none, this curse disappears.

12. The Hanged Man - No matter who has the most votes, the player with this curse will be the end of day execution without fail. The only way to avoid this is for Sleep to receive the majority of votes by the end of the day.

13. Death - The player with this curse immediately receives 69 ITA actions that must be used this phase and will forcibly target themselves no matter what target is submitted. If they are not used by the last ITA window they will be activated forcibly by the host.

[FAMHost]

The worst role possible ever:
Town special/social

You know there are no 3rd party players in game beside town and mafia players, and the game isn’t a multiball. And there are no alligment conversion roles in the game.
At the start of the game you learn all mafia players.
While you are alive mafia players don’t learn each other, and don’t have acces to their mafia channel.
When you die, you rolecard is revealed, but you will still be able to talk in gamethread, and you will have acces to the dead chat as well. Also mafia members all learn each other and have acces to their separate channel, the moment you die.

You win, when all mafia players are eliminated. (your presence makes the town win, even if all of them dies at the same moment as the last mafia player.)

The following part isn’t part of your rolecard. (so it won’t be revealed on your death.)

• While you are alive, mafia vote their factional kills in their own role PM. You don’t learn, how their nightkill is resolved.
• The game won’t become a multiball even after your death.
• Tha mafia players are: [list of mafia players.]

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[FAMHost]

Voting for the Worst Role is now open! Vote for your favorites! To vote, simply “Like” the post with the role.

• You can vote as many times as you’d like
• You can vote for your own role
• You can vote even if you are a spectator
• If your likes are disabled, refresh the page

The voting deadline is the same as the action submission deadline, 2026-06-20T20:00:00Z.

and if I missed a submission, let me know ASAP

[FAMHost]

A player has posted the following message:

January finds her surrounded by blood in the Saviors’ cafeteria.

Nobody is here now but the two of them; the bodies, some precious few still breathing but most bleeding out on the stone floor, indicate that it hasn’t always been this way. She can’t tell by sight how much of the blood is Anemone’s.

“I’m here,” she says, and kneels. January’s hands are always red. It doesn’t matter if she dirties them further. “You—”
“I wanted to help you,” Anemone says, very quietly. January takes stock of her wounds; stomach, shoulder, leg. Ironically enough, someone’s broken her nose. “I wanted to end it.”
January smooths out a lock of Anemone’s hair, tainted further pink with blood. “I know,” she says, “but you don’t have to. I’m here.” It almost means I love you, but not quite; they barely know each other, really, and even if January is here for her sibling and not for this beautiful massacre at all, her love doesn’t matter even half as much as her presence. “There’s a healer somewhere here,” she adds. “They’ll help.”
Anemone tries to sit up, nearly fails; January takes her arm, steadies her. “They can’t help me,” she says. She’s almost delirious in the pain January can feel radiating off of her, addicting waves of agony transforming her into a fever dream of a creature. “Only you can.”
January knows what is coming. She is only good for one thing, after all. Still, she lies. “Tell me how.”

Anemone coughs. It sends blood onto January’s shoulder, but they’re both so far beyond caring by now. “I’m cursed,” she says, unsteady and simple. “I should have told you from the start. It would have been easier.”
“How?” January asks, even though she thinks she already knows. She is very good at noticing, at fitting puzzle pieces together: she’d seen her enemy wanting them both alive and Anemone wanting them both dead, she’d seen Anemone in the kitchen touching blades unscathed. She had tried to ignore it; she does this a lot.

But Anemone’s not stupid, either. “You know,” she says, as much a musing as it is an answer, “it could all be over so quickly. Nobody needs to know.”
“I would know,” January whispers.

Anemone smiles, then. It’s resigned, empty; January can’t see a single spark of life in her eyes. Anemone’s smiles are cruel, mocking, painful, but they’re always filled with vitality. This is not the smile of someone who wants to hurt or be hurt. It’s not the smile of somebody who wants anything at all. “I’m sorry,” she says, and this, too, is empty. “I’m so selfish. I wanted it to be you.”
January can’t smile back. “Past tense,” she says.

Anemone doesn’t respond.

She thinks of her sibling, shivering and alone in some Savior dungeon by now; thinks of her friend, bitter and aching for a loss she should have never had to bear. She thinks of her parents, mourning a daughter who could never wash the blood off her own hands. January is irredeemable; what’s one more cruelty? She’ll never deserve their love. Not even her sibling should stay, not after this, but it’s her responsibility to protect him, and she’s failed.

So many people had died to start her war. Ending it would only take one.

“You promise,” January says finally, her heart breaking. “You promise this will work.”
“Close your eyes,” Anemone says, “and pretend you’re killing her.”

January thinks of Anemone. The truth at the core of her, the truth she tries so desperately to hide, is that she has never quite known kindness. In a better world, they would have taught each other. In a better world, Anemone wouldn’t die unloved.
“You deserve so much more than my honesty,” she says, voice cracking as she shakes her head. “I’m sorry that’s all I can give you.”
“You have no idea how much you’re giving me,” Anemone says softly. She reaches down, guides January’s hand to her bronze knife lying forgotten on the floor. They both know she doesn’t need it, but maybe it’ll be a comfort. “I’ll finally be free.”
You will haunt me for the rest of my life, January thinks.

“You’re sure,” she repeats, even though her hand is already on the blade and she’s already imagining this future, a future where everyone is free; her sibling out of captivity, the children out of the Saviors, her friend’s family reunited. January cannot see a future where she, too, is happy. She supposes it’s something the two of them have in common.

“I’m sure,” Anemone says, coughs again. She’s already dying, albeit slowly; at this stage, it’s mercy. This makes it feel worse, somehow.

Quiet, choked: “Please.”

January lifts the knife. It’s already coated in red. They are in a public space, but the world has narrowed down to just the two of them. Murder, she thinks, is a very private thing.

“Everything will be better next time,” she says. It’s almost, but not quite, I love you. “I promise.”
January keeps her eyes open as she cuts. She cries the whole time.