Artsapat
Darth_Katie seems distraught and distracted when you find him, and that's just fine with you. You offer him a great deal of money to sign a ridiculously complex contract allowing you to vote in his stead tomorrow. Of course you don't tell him about that, and he seems more than happy to sell you his autograph. You let out a hearty laugh once you have the signed contract in your hands. That thing's money in the bank!

beetnemesis
You take a swig of your milk and decide to check on Isaac. He must be fairly popular, as White Flame of Tar Valon also seems to have taken an interest in him. You wonder if they're being naughty or nice as you munch on a cookie and look over your list.

BlackAdder
After stalking Napoleon62 for some time, you pounce on your unsuspecting prey. She flails around wildly and screams like a girl, but doesn't really appear to be getting hurt. Although you bite and scratch furiously, her wounds seem to be healing as fast as you can make them. There is some strange magic at work here. Indeed, the only result of your relentless assault appears to be tiring yourself out.

Frustrated and confused, you break off your attack and scurry away. Napoleon62 may have won this battle, but Rikki Tikki Tavi will never lose the war!

Darth_Katie
As you are walking back to your room, your legs are suddenly swept out from under you, knocking you on your back. You recognize your assailant, Isaac, as he leaps at you, kneels on your chest, and points his claws at your throat. He leans in close to you until the two of you are helmet to helmet.

"I could kill you now," he says.

"Oh dear," you mutter.

"And I will if I have to," Isaac continues. "But there is another way. A better way for both of us. That thing you have, and your ship, and your lasers... your technology is superior to mine. I dream of what I could do with it. Join us, join me, and together we can rule! Today Fhloston Paradise, tomorrow the universe!" He pauses there for a moment and then applies a little more pressure with his claws. "Of course, if you're not interested..."

You quickly say, "I'll join!" Isaac draws back his claws and you speak again, dreamily, "hmm... that will be lovely."

Isaac helps you to your feet, promises to speak to you again soon, and then leaves you alone. Shortly after, you run into another man. He seems to be an autograph hound who is offering you a great deal of money. You're still too excited from your last encounter to think straight, so you quickly sign a paper and take the cash, and then finally head to your room. Not until much later does it occur to you that you should have checked to see exactly what you were signing.

You have been recruited by the Ninja Pirate Zombie Robot Monkey Clowns! You can now talk to your new allies, Amys and Talic and your leader Isaac at night, and you can help choose one person to eliminate each night. You can do this personally, but you cannot kill on the same night that you detonate the Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator, should you ever choose to do so. You now win when your new team is at least half the surviving population and no one alive can threaten your victory.

Fanatic-Templar
Just as you were beginning to see what information you could find on Darth_Katie, there is a knock on your door. You glance through the peephole just to be sure and then accept the beer you ordered from room service. You return to your desk, open one of the bottles, and pour it into the frosted glass you were given. After waiting a few moments for the foam to settle, you drain the glass in one gulp. Almost immediately, you begin to feel drowsy and light-headed. You know a brief moment of panic. You've been poisoned!

You awaken many hours later with a splitting headache and chide yourself on your carelessness. There must have been something on or in the beer mug. Your whole night is wasted, but you realize that things could have been much, much worse.

Fox and Ravens
You easily find White Flame of Tar Valon in the halls. He becomes aware of your presence at the last moment and turns to face you, so you smile at him and say your trademark line. Then you reach out with a cybernetic extension of your arm and begin injecting him with nanoprobes. Already, the link has begun and you can see into his mind. This one will be a fine drone, and a credit to the Collective.

You have successfully assimilated White Flame of Tar Valon. He is now a member of the Borg Collective, and can talk with you at night.

Isaac
You've decided that Darth_Katie is a threat that must be dealt with, one way or another, and set out to find him. And you do, easily enough. You sweep his legs out from under him with your bo staff and leap at him. You kneel on his chest and point your claws at his throat and lean in close to him until the two of you are helmet to helmet. "I could kill you now," you say.

"Oh dear," Darth_Katie mutters.

"And I will if I have to," you continue. "But there is another way. A better way for both of us. That thing you have, and your ship, and your lasers... your technology is superior to mine. I dream of what I could do with it. Join us, join me, and together we can rule! Today Fhloston Paradise, tomorrow the universe!" You pause there for a moment and then apply a little more pressure with your claws. "Of course, if you're not interested..."

Darth_Katie quickly says, "I'll join!" You draw back your claws and he speaks again, dreamily, "hmm... that will be lovely."

Grinning beneath your mask, you help him to his feet.

You have successfully recruited Darth_Katie into the Ninja Pirate Zombie Robot Monkey Clowns. He can now talk to you and your other allies at night and can choose to carry out your nightly kill instead of using any other actions he might have available.

Napoleon62
You suddenly stumble in the corridor as something hits you in the back of the head, and you let out a cry of surprise and pain. Thank goodness you have your magic cordial with you! Soon you are being mauled by a vicious, nasty beast. Each wound only requires a drop of your cordial, but you have a great many wounds as the horrid creature bites and scratches you anywhere it can reach. After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few moments, the brute tires of its sport and scurries away. A bit shaken, you return to your room and finish tending to your injuries. Oh, how you wish Aslan were here!

Talic
Fanatic-Templar's reputation preceeds him, so you know that he is too much a creature of habit to be distracted by any of your parties or tricks. That is as certain to you as the fact that you don't want him meddling in your business. Later that evening, Fanatic-Templar orders room service and you know that the perfect opportunity has presented itself. You "accidentally" bump into the waiter and add a little something extra to the mug being taken to Fanatic-Templar. It shouldn't do him any permanent damage, but it's sure to keep him out of your way tonight.

White Flame of Tar Valon
You set off to hunt down that scoundrel, Isaac. You catch a glimpse of your quarry and begin to tail him, but he seems to be on to your presence as he leads you in circles through the twists and turns of the halls of Fhloston Paradise. Hours later, you sadly admit that you've lost him. It's no matter; that thief Valjean got away from you once before too, and you caught him again. Isaac's time will come, you're sure of that.

You turn around and find yourself facing Fox and Ravens. She smiles at you and says "Resistance is futile." Then she stabs you in the chest. Something very strange is happening. Voices explode in your mind and you feel yourself growing stronger, faster, better. You look at Fox and Ravens again and you see your master and yourself. This is your very own Transfiguration, and now you can see the world with a clarity that not even the law could allow. Before, you were Javert. Now, you are Borg.

You have been assimilated. You are now a member of the Borg Collective and you can talk with your leader, Fox and Ravens, at night. You can also choose to carry out the Borg's nightly assimilation instead of tracking someone, but there are risks involved. You now win when at least half of the surviving population are Borg and no one alive can threaten your victory.