Ballot Keeper + Stories

[cookies4you]

Ballot Keeper

The Ballot Keeper is a Neutral Evil role with the power to rig and redirect votes. Unlike other Neutral roles, the Ballot Keeper's enemy is its own faction. The Ballot Keeper's mission is to be noticed, usually by becoming the only Neutral role alive.

Another method of recruiting the Ballot Keeper is to befriend the player. Unlike other Evil roles, the Ballot Keeper can be converted by both Masons and the Cult. Additionally, Jailors can fulfill this mission by jailing a Ballot Keep multiple times. Any of the alternative three paths can be chosen to avoid the path of bloodshed.

"A lonely ex-criminal bent on becoming noticed by others" ~Summary
"Your target is good at Forgery" ~Investigator
"Your target is not suspicious" ~Sheriff

*Ballot Keepers will fulfill the required Citizen condition for Mason Leaders to spawn


Abilities

Rig
Visit a player at night and exchange his ballot tickets with counterfeit fakes. The counterfeit tickets will work as real tickets as long as the victim's vote isn't overridden by Ballot Keeper's personal choice.

The victim will be unaware of the stolen ballots unless options are set accordingly. The Ballot Keeper is hidden from visiting detection, giving the player immunity from Lookouts and Veterans, assuming that options remain default.


Redirect
Use a player's stolen tickets for voting. Redirect can be used as long as the Ballot Keeper has acquired stolen votes the night before.

Two voting options are given to the Ballot Keeper when voting, a primary and a secondary vote. The primary vote is the Ballot Keeper's personal vote while the secondary is the stolen vote. Secondary votes override the victim's own vote when used.

If the player does not use the secondary vote, the victim's vote will be unaffected. Secondary votes can be used continuously until the day ends or the Ballot Keeper is lynched.

*Ballot redirecting prevents stale-mates


Bloodshed
Successfully lynch all Neutral players and become a Serial Killer. The Ballot Keeper is immune to Jester guilt when transitioning roles. This ability is locked once one of three alternative victory conditions are met.

*This ability is locked unless requested for by options


Victory Conditions

• Become a Serial Killer/Be the only surviving Neutral role
• Be recruited by Masons
• Be converted by Cultists
• Be jailed by the single Jailor twice in a single game
• Win with the Town
• Win with the Mafia
• Win with the Survivor
• Win with the Amnesiac
• Win with the Jester
• Win with the Executioner
• Win with the Amnesiac
• Win with the Serial Killer
• Win with the Arsonist

*Bold conditions indicate victories, while plain bullets indicate neutral wins


Notes

Pros/Cons

• Can win with either Town or Mafia factions
• Can engineer votes
• Immunity to Veterans and Lookouts
• Can be converted by Masons and Cultists
• Day ability
• Can be converted by Masons and Cultists
• Targeted by all factions
• No killing ability
• Weakest Neutral Evil role

Author's Lore

As the moon rose up, the disoriented man stumbled to bed. This man, an Amnesiac as you may call him, could not recall the past memories of his childhood. Unable to speak correctly, the crowd would ignore him, eventually to a point of depression. In an attempt of pity, a Doctor would allow the man collect the ballots of a trial, a small job usually reserved for children under the ages of 7.

When the man had laid on his bed, he began to cry. In his heart, he was lonely and unnoticed by all those around him. He could not bear the emotions he held compressed within his soul and he devised a scheme to become noticed. He knew that there were others like him, those who didn't hold a specific job and those who were insane fanatics. To differentiate himself from them, the newly-crazy man decided to isolate them from himself, the only way he knew how, by killing them.

Good Ending
The disoriented man cried as the night began to end. As the minutes passed, he soon fell into depression. He knew that he would be forever alone, a mentally-ill patient who couldn't even make a friend. The man began to stand up, and soon began to walk. Down to the bathroom he walked, a cold white windowed room.

Upon arriving, the depressed individual opened a medical cabinet containing multiple bottles of pills and artificial cleaners. Reaching through, his hands grasped a cold metallic object. As his grip tightened and his limbs withdrew, the man pulled out a stainless-steel scalpel, one used for surgery. As his hands moved towards his neck, the steel's presence began to present itself.

Within a single second, a large gash appeared on the man's neck. As the blood of his veins began to pour towards his naked chest, the warmth of the vital liquids stained his breast and his newly washed pants. As the eyes of the man began to close, he felt a sudden movement jerk his hands. At this point, the suicidal personal had blacked out.

As reality rushed back to him, the forgetful man heard a voice. For him, he heard the voice of a young woman, possibly an angel of heaven above. To him, the voice had asked, "Will you join us?" Hearing this, the failed-suicide victim raised a bloody arm up, as if accepting God's gift of retribution. As his arm fell, his body began to lift from the ground towards the skies.

When he awoke, the man began to tear. In his eyes, he saw the faces of several individuals, each of them asking him a question. Within the halls of a grand room, the man saw a luxurious fire-place and several blood-red curtains. When he looked up, he saw a sign of acceptance and happiness. At last, the Keeper had found some friends.

"The Hall of the Masons" ~Acceptance

Evil Ending
As the emotional persona drifted off into the realm of rest and retreat, the tranquility of his home was disturbed. Stuck within the retreat of his mind, the man could do nothing as a cloud of evil began to invade his serenity. Within moments, a loud crack was sounded, the crack of broken metal and wood.

With his stamina gone, the tired man was defenseless to what horrors awaited him. A purple shrouded individual began to accelerate towards the sleepy sir, a noisily chanting messenger of hell. The messenger's chants had began to invade the defenseless man's mind, leading him towards chaos and doom. As the messenger of evil approached the man, he unshielded two items from within his cloak.

In his hands, there stood two items. One item was a hammer of Satan, a red glowing hammer that emitted the presence of evil. In the other hand, there stood a lone iron nail. The rusty nail was sharpened to perfection, a quality matching the demon's own taste. Approaching him, the assailant held the demon's claw over his right eye.

Too tired and corrupted to move, the Keeper was forced to watch the horrors that awaited him. Without hesitation, the follow of Satan quickly jammed the rusty nail within the victim's left eye. As the blood of the victim began rising and rushing down his cheeks, his breath turned weak from restraint. The slowly purple turning blood was now within the Keeper's own neck, a terrible irony.

Watching him in agony, the pain of the Keeper's pierced eye had been restrained by the demon's unholy chants. Still forced to watch, the demon began to raise his other hand, the one containing the hammer. As it raised, the Keeper's sense of time slowed. At this point, he knew he would die. Everything he did to become known, was now useless. At this feeling of helplessness, the Keeper began to cry.

As the bloody tears of the evil man poured down and mixed with his blood, the hammer slowly descended downwards. Within a moment, the sound of steel colliding with iron and the sounds of bone being broken and flesh being torn erupted the silence inside the room. As the nail collided with the Keeper's fragile skull and brain, his own mind began to rot and reek of rusty iron and dead purple bubbling blood. At this point, the Amnesiac's life had fallen.

...

As he awoken, the members of the Demon cult surrounded the newest member. Each member, all hiding a specific scar, began to pray for the devil's mercy and blessing. Soon, the Keeper began to move, an action not of his own. As the newly converted Ballot Keeper kept moving, his open gash began to ooze the liquids of the living. As of now, the loneliness of the man had faded, as of now, he had become nothing but a zombie.

"The eyes of a man are used to seek the truth. One who alters the truth, must be punished." ~Cookies

Bad/True Ending
"My dream... is completed..." muttered a quiet man

The 2 remaining spectators watched the awkward patient as he muttered a complete sentence, a rare occurrence.

"I... I... I killed... them... all... I KILLED THEM ALL! I KILLED THEM ALL! I KILLED THEM ALL!"

The 2 spectators remained quiet as the crazy man continued to mutter strange sentences.

"Now... Now... It's just... me.... just.... me...."

Now, the crazy man steered his eyes towards the two remaining people. A Mayor and a useless Jailor, he thought. Now, they were alone with him, a crazy and fanatical person intent on becoming noticed. With his power, he had caused this.

"The Jester... he's dead... Now you two... You two..."

The two spectators watched as the man continued to mutter strange phrases. The Mayor knew, that he himself didn't vote to kill the Jester. Gathering his courage, the Mayor began to speak.

"Young man... Are you upset?" asked the friendly Mayor
"If you need help..."

At this point, the Amnesiac began to laugh. With his power as a Ballot Keeper, he had killed all of those who hoarded the attention, the attention that belonged to him.

"He... he he.... He he he... Ha... Ha Ha... HA HA HA... HA HA HA... HA HA HA!"

The Mayor kept watching the man. As he observed him, the crazy Ballot Keeper walked towards the lynched Doctor, a victim of their careless voting, one that the Mayor himself didn't do.

"Now... that I'm the last one... left... Now that I'm the last one left..."

The crazy man began to pillage the medical knives the Doctor kept on-hand. The Mayor that he had to do something now, and quickly.

"Sir Mayor, step back. That man is dangerous."
"No Officer, it's our fault he's like this. He must be depressed over the last man."

The crazy fanatic began to turn towards the two older men. His blood-shot eyes stared them with unrelenting twitching.

"Son, I think it's time for you to calm down." asked a Jailor

The old Jailor began by walking up to the crazy ballot collector and brandishing his handgun. After waiting a few seconds, the Jailor lowered his weapon. The failure-of-a-Jailor old man soon walked within an arm's reach of the crazy boy.

"Look, those knives are dangerous. I suggest you put them away." asked the Jailor
"You don't know what you're doing. Just put them back where they belong." he asked again
"I know your head's a little off, but maybe we ca-"

The Jailor stopped suddenly within his sentence. The Mayor, watching in horror, began to run. As the sounds of metal retracting from flesh invaded the courtyard's silence, the Jailor's position fell from power to debt. At this point, the Mayor knew of the dangers the Amnesiac held within his heart.

"S-stop this boy, you don't know what you're doing!" cried a wheezing Jailor

The Amnesiac did nothing but look down upon the old dying man, the man he stabbed. He watched in excitement as the man's blood began to pour from out of his body at an alarming rate. The blood he was losing was a puddle of excitement to the patient's eyes.

"Please boy, stop this... Stop this..." cried out the bleeding man

Soon, the puddles of blood reached the toes of the murderer. As the blood soaked his shoes, the Serial Killer noticed, that he had became aroused. An arousal, a feeling, an emotion, that he had never felt before.

"The blood... The blood...."

Soon, the Serial Killer's excitement rose to his heart. The gap in his heart was now gone. Now, he had the power to be noticed by others. Everyone around him would know who he was. As the blood began to soak the bottom of his long pants, the Serial Killer's arousal hit a massive raise.

"I love.... blood... BLOOD! I LOVE THIS! GOD I LOVE THIS! GOD! OH GOD!"

As the blood completely soaked his shoes, the Serial Killer hit an orgasmic level of arousal, a level that only one could find with their soul mate.

"GOD YES! GOD! HELL YES! HELL YES! YES!!!! YES!!!! FUCKING YES!!!! FUCK YES!!!!! YES!!!!!!!"

However, the blood soon began to stop, slop and dry. At this point, the Serial Killer saw the dead old man. Seeing him, the Serial Killer felt no guilt, only hatred about how he stopped bleeding and thus, his orgasm. Now, the Serial Killer had a new goal, to go after the final man left.

Tonight, the Serial Killer had discovered who he was, and what he loved. With the gaps in his soul filled with the lives of those he killed, the Serial Killer had a goal in life, and a way to pleasure himself at the same time. Tonight, the Serial Killer would become Victorious.

"Serial Killer Win" ~Mafia

[Apocist]

This looks complicated as hell..

[Raptorblaze]

So his goal is to kill the other neutrals...interesting >.> kind of like a super exec?

[cookies4you]

This looks complicated as hell..

Not really. Here's the Ballot Keeper in a nutshell.

1. Visit Person at night
2. Get 2 votes, your vote and person's vote
3. Kill all Neutrals, or find a Friend to jail you for 2 days

[MTT]

I love this idea!! Imo, replace town win requirement with getting healed by doctor 2 [or 3] nights in a [game/row].

Oh, that role's a loony one for sure.

[Mummbles]

i love the idea just seems too detailed, not sure if it will fit in the role box lol

[cookies4you]

i love the idea just seems too detailed, not sure if it will fit in the role box lol

A crazed man obsessed with making himself noticed who will do anything to fulfill his wishes and dreams.