“Ladies and Gentlemen! Step forward for a once in a lifetime opportunity! Be the first to leave Earth behind aboard the RCSS Starseeker, and blaze your way into history! 25,000 men, women and children will go down in glory as the first to leave behind the blue and green for a New World! Step right up! Step right up. Your future awaits…”

You’re not sure what compelled you to leave behind everything you knew, but here you are; strapped to a tincan loaded with enough rocket fuel to blow a not-so-small crater in a not-so-small moon, hurtling at near light-speed through the cosmos.
Oh, and the Captain is asleep…but then again, so are you. You all are. Cryosleep is the only way you would all survive the trip, or at least gives you a better chance.
It’s been 46 months since you rocketed out of Earth’s orbit and in the darkness you think to yourself…

...wait, you shouldn’t be thinking at all, you should be asleep.

They say the only thing worse than waking up screaming is not waking up at all. Fortunately for you it’s the former.

As you claw at the darkness infront of you, the stasis pod opens and the electrodes that were keeping you alive while you slept are ripped from your skin as you fall to the grated floor below.

Something’s wrong. It’s too dark. The sudden jolt from Cryosleep has most likely blinded you, along with irreparably damaging your brain; leaving you a vegetable. As you contemplate how long it will take the rest of the crew to jettison your useless body out the airlock, the emergency power snaps on. Well, at least you’re not blind, just utterly, totally alone…in space…naked.

But not totally alone; all that screaming couldn’t have just been you, after all. You look around the room, still only partially illuminated by the emergency power. You see eleven others, equally naked and confused as yourself.
And Here. We. Go.

Hallwagner, Unknown Alignment Asshole has been revealed!

With 12 players, it takes 7 to lynch.