OK, I've been reading your game on BGG, billytea, both with an eye toward "how do other people play this game?" and "how do other people roleplay online?"
This post is frakking awesome, and must be reposted here for posterity:
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- Ahem* Citizens of the Fleet, it is my sad duty to inform you that the insane God-Emperor, Saul Tigh, has determined to seize all temporal power in his gnarled, froglike hands. We, the Resistance, are pledged to once again restore the freedoms that the Twelve Colonies have enjoyed for these many years (aside from the small matter of that near-genocide a few weeks back. No political system is perfect, after all.)
Until we are successful in breaking his leech-like attachment to the teat of power, suckling hungrily at its milk of corruption (and occasionally demanding to be burped to settle his increasingly corpulent belly), I must inform you of the following changes to the legal framework.
1. Mondays will henceforth be known as "Tighday." As will Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Sunday will remain Sunday, in a morale-boosting exercise.
2. The Quorum will henceforth be addressed as "God-Emperor Saul Tigh's Happy Funtimes Backslappy Daycare Centre". Tom Zarek will be keelhauled (again, in a morale-boosting exercise).
3. When the God-Emperor makes one of his rare appearances, citizens are instructed to avert their eyes from his crazed, demonic visage, lest ye be struck down with the Evil Eye. Drawing attention to the muffled protests of "But there's a Raptor fueled and waiting for me!" emerging from the God-Emperor's pants department will attract harsh reprisals.
4. If anyone has a really nice chiffon gown, peach-coloured would be ideal, in the God-Emperor's size, you are instructed to make your way immediately to the Pradmiral's Quarters. Be assured that no harm will come to you as long as there are no stains under the armpits.
5. Referring to Ellen Tigh by her full name, Ellen "Bury me in a Y-shaped coffin" Tigh, is now punishable by death.
Rest assured, citizens of the Fleet, this tyranny will not stand. During this regrettable period, I myself offer sanctuary to its most vulnerable members. Any young, attractive women fearful that the God-Emperor might turn his loathsome, depraved attentions upon them may apply at my quarters to be concealed safely under the bedcovers until such time as I can assure you it's safe to leave.
Baltar out.
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BSG
Can I get a ruling as I'm deciding what my move will be? I think I remember reading somewhere that the Admiral can use a nuke from anywhere, not just from Weapons Control. So, for example, if I wanted to nuke the basestar I could do it from Sickbay. But I just re-read the rules and can't find anything about this.
That is correct. The Nuke action is granted by the Admiral's card, and is therefore not location-specific. You could even use it from a viper, or the Brig, if you could figure out a way to keep the Admiralcy in the Brig.
Billytea, insent with question.
OK, I've been reading your game on BGG, billytea, both with an eye toward "how do other people play this game?" and "how do other people roleplay online?" This post is frakking awesome, and must be reposted here for posterity:
Hee. There's roleplaying, and then there's roleplaying Dr Gaius
frakking
Baltar.
BSG
It appears that the President has gone off her kamala again. In this time of crisis, we need leadership we can trust, and so far, I'm the only person who we can all agree is not a cylon.
Apollo and Boomer are more valuable as pilots / ship-fixers / raider punching bags, and I haven't seen enough of that slippery genius Baltar to feel comfortable with him assuming the Presidency. In fact, I am halfway convinced that both Baltar and Roslin are cylons.
My move therefore seems to be a choice between nuking the basestar and moving to Caprica One ("What's in YOUR Wallet?") to run for President. Lee's already said he would support this; Roslin's already said she will not. Does Baltar or Boomer have an opinion?
BSG
Of course I will not support my own ouster, Admiral. Let alone the military coup you're openly plotting. But the truly astounding thing is that, in the process of overthrowing me for suspicon of being a cylon, you're actively seeking the support of the one person you suspect of being a cylon even more than me. Now, what kind of hallucinatory pharmaceuticals has Cottle put
you
on, Bill?
BSG
It's not an ouster, Madame President, if we vote against you; it's an election. Or rather, a vote of no-confidence. Did you outlaw the teaching of basic colony civics during your tenure as Secretary of Education?
And while we fully appreciate your position on the extra-judicial use airlocks to deal with your critics (followed by hors d'oeuvres on the Lido deck, apparently), your responses of late have not exactly inspired my confidence. Frankly, I would like to see the Admiral assume full command of the fleet until the current crisis is over.
BSG
I really have no clue what to say. As a soldier of the colonies, my job is to obey orders and defend. Clearly there is a cylon here. But blind accusations seem to defeat our legal system. But, I want to survive this attack!! The admiral is my leader until he proves incompetant. I think it's best the rank & file stay out of politics.
What are your orders, sir?
BSG
You know, Dr. Baltar, it occurs to me that you could solve this issue of whether Roslin is a toaster or not. Why don't you use your cylon detector (ability) and tell us whether she's fighting for the other team or just strung out on kamala juice?
If you can be bothered to stop making sweet, sweet love to that lab table, that is. Boy, I wish I hadn't walked in on that.
