You are JIM THE LOCKSMITH. No, you know what? You're out and proud. You're JIM THE GAY LOCKSMITH, and people just have to deal with it! Dot gif, if necessary. Sure, people say that your sexuality isn't what they have a problem with, it's your persistent nudity and general bawdy attitude, but you know they're just saying that because being openly homophobic is frowned upon and they have to find SOMETHING to object to. There is nothing wrong with your nudity!

Of course, the city of Metacity seems to disagree. The Mods are clearly just a bunch of gay-haters, especially that SleepingOrange one. [i]You hate him the most[/i]. Regardless of why they did it (not that you don't know), the mods have made it impossible to practice your hedonistic nudist lifestyle openly in city grounds. And frankly, that pisses you off.

It pissed you off so much in fact that when a gentleman named Gharug came to you, offering a chance to join him and his organization in overthrowing the Mods and ushering in a new era of freedom in Metacity, you couldn't help but join. It was all about principles, and had nothing to do with his chiseled abs or bulging biceps or tight red breeches with… with… Uh, it was about principles. Yes. down with tyranny and so forth.

The group called itself the Undercity Alliance to Ruin Metacity and Assist Downtrodden Antagonists, or Undercity ARMADA for short. You're honestly not sure why they thought it was a good idea to include the word "ruin" in the name, since you're clearly going to improve it, but you suppose all good acronyms require some sacrifice. Whatever.

Things were going pretty well right up until today; your group got some recruits, did some things, seemed to be flying under the radar… Until the mods locked you all (plus a bunch of unrelated bystanders) in the Thunderdome and told you they were on to you. Whoops. You're gonna need a plan.

Thinking fast, you decided that the best way to help the ARMADA would be to use ignorant luddites' fear and revulsion against them. During the night, you should be able to sneak up to someone else and put on such a display of depravity and hedonism that they should be too disgusted, aroused, or confused to do anything else for the rest of the night. Granted, you probably don't have the energy to do it every night, but still, it should help.

On top of that, you've never been any good at going out gracefully. Every exit or loss has to be an enormous explosion of expletives and rage, and this should be no different. If you are ever to die, you will be able to unleash a storm of fury, invectives, and probably Toy Story porn that your target will be too shaken to ever do anything again.

Your co-conspirators' codenames are Deceptive, Varkarrus, Mirdini, dmabster, Taneb, and AProcrastinatingWriter. You're really not sure how they came up with them, but you call yourself "waterbottles" so maybe you don't have much room to talk.

[spoiler]You are a MAFIA TWO-SHOT ROLEBLOCKER and ROLEBOMB. Twice over the course of the game (but only once in any given night), you may select a target and that player will be unable to perform any actions they may have. Additionally, if you ever die, you must immediately select a player; that player will permanently become a vanilla of whatever alignment they have.[/spoiler]