Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[Kralizec]

Comrade,

Two months ago the corrupt, capitalist, smelly and repulsive oligarchs of Orgahstan have been driven out by the Red Army and most of the anti-revolutionaries that have stayed behind have been put against the wall. Something has to be done about those pesky farmers, but presently we have more important matters.

As you probably know, other countries that were liberated by the Red Army usually had the good fortune of attracting good administrators from Moscow, Stalingrad or other renowned places. Your country though is more retarded in its development than any place in the USSR and no one has bothered to come, if they even noticed that Orgahstan is now a workers' paradise. Our party officials would rather freeze to death in Siberia than to spend their days in this cesspool.

But let's get to the point. The government and the civil service is composed entirely out of natives, and not nearly all of them have been screened. No doubt the whole structure is infested with countless menshewiks, anarchists, royalists and other scumbags. As you know, your fellow Soviet member Kralizec was brutally murdered yesterday. This has to be the work of someone else on the Soviet as no one else could get this close to him. Whoever this enemy of the working class is, he must be brought to justice. I'll leave this in the hands of the remaining councillors of the Soviet; be advised that I can't spare any men to protect you or the others. You must gather and decide who the killer must have been; then I'll have him executed.

With regards,

Marshall Fenring, supreme leader of the Red Army in Orgahstan

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This is pretty much a standard game; there will be a special role included but that will remain my little secret for now.

People signed up (Signups closed, game in play):
Caius
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
El Diablo
Rythmic
Proletariat
makaikhaan
Swedishfish
Askthepizzaguy

[Caius]

Commies? Sign me in!

[FactionHeir]

:russia:

[Lord Winter]

In comrade

[Sarathos]

For the Motherland!!!

[pevergreen]

Back for more after that short lived game that Krailzec hosted.

Man that was fun!

[Quintus.JC]

Is there only 1 mafia?

In.

[Kralizec]

I'll wait till there are two or three more before starting this game.

[Kralizec]

Bump :P

[Caius]

We need more players! Cmon, join!

[Ferret]

Sign me up :beam:

[El Diablo]

I am in.

ED

[naut]

Hmmm, the smell of working class sweat.

In.

[Proletariat]

Working class sweat? Count me in!

[Kralizec]

I'll start the game when I get back from work (in about 12 hours or so), signups will close then.

[seireikhaan]

:charge:

[Caius]

I'll start the game when I get back from work (in about 12 hours or so), signups will close then.
Good. This game inspires me to make a large one. I ask you for copyright :P.

[KarlXII]

I'm in.

[Caius]

12/12. The game is full. I bet this is gonna be funny.

[Kralizec]

Sign ups closed

Askthepizzaguy told me by PM that he'd join, but I forgot to put him on the list. So I'm just going to start with 13 people and hope that Andres doesn't notice :hide:

It's Day 1; place your votes! Voting ends 24 hours from now, the moment the night phase begins. Voting "No Lynch" is allowed. Sharing your role PM's isn't!

Alive:
Caius
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
El Diablo
Rythmic
Proletariat
makaikhaan
Swedishfish
Askthepizzaguy

[Caius]

Vote:El Diablo

Religion is the opium of the people.

[Lord Winter]

vote: Factionheir, Heir to a faction.= opresser

[naut]

Vote: Caius

First to vote.

[Sarathos]

Vote:Makaikhaan He is always mafia

[FactionHeir]

vote: ATPG for being number 13 and a bringer of bad luck

[Proletariat]

El Diablo sounds like a bad man. Vote: El Diablo

[Ferret]

vote:ATPG, no real reason other than to annoy him.

[seireikhaan]

vote: Sarathos OMGUS

[Quintus.JC]

vote: Factionheir, Heir to a faction.= opresser

But you're a lord.~;p

Vote: Lord Winter
down with the Romanov ~D

[El Diablo]

Vote Swedishfish


No reason (obviously)... other than our Swedish "friends" have yet to become comrades and as for the fish, well,.. they are nigh on insurgents...

[Kralizec]

Voting will be possible for another half hour. Current tally:

El Diablo - 2
FactionHeir - 1
Caius - 1
maikaikhaan - 1
ATPG - 2
Sarathos - 1
Lord Winter - 1
Swedisfish - 1

[El Diablo]

Well to try and keep me in the game for more than the first round (in my third game!!).

Unvote Swedishfish vote Caius

I would actually like see a round 2...

[Kralizec]

Three members of the Soviet executed
Despite the fact that the sparse evidence suggests that there was only one traitor, the Soviet in all its wisdom decided to purge three of its members to be on the safe side.
El Diablo confessed within minutes after being taken away for interrogation by Marshall Fenring's officers. In the face of death, he cast his vote on Caius so that he had to share his fate.
Caius maintained his innocence until the very end; at his hearing he launched several angry tirades against his collegues.
Askthepizzaguy refused to say anything during his interrogation. His last words are reported as "Oh well, better luck next time."
All three were lined up together and executed by firing squad.


In the evening, Marshall Fenring sent this letter to the remaining members of the Soviet:


"The men of wich you told me were involved in the conspiracy have been put to death. This means that whoever killed the late mr. Kralizec should be dead, and the remaining councillors of the Soviet are safe. I have my doubts, though. If the traitor is still alive, we'll find out.

With regards,
Marshall Fenring"


Begin of Night One
Alive:
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Rythmic
Proletariat
makaikhaan
Swedishfish

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo

[El Diablo]

Ohhhhhh so if its a tie then everyone gets lynched.... oops...

Absolutely gutted.

I am out again in the first round....










(at least I took Caius with me this time) :clown:

[Sarathos]

So it was a triple lynch.... :huh:
Askthepizzaguy wasn't even on the list.

[FactionHeir]

Must be EF. His name suggests he is not even with us :clown:

[Andres]

Askthepizzaguy told me by PM that he'd join, but I forgot to put him on the list. So I'm just going to start with 13 people and hope that Andres doesn't notice :hide:


Hmmmm...

:inquisitive:

:stare:

:no:

:whip:

I'll pretend like I didn't see it ~;)

[Proletariat]

Wow. That was harsh, but these are harsh times I suppose. Vote: Sarathos

[seireikhaan]

Wow. That was harsh, but these are harsh times I suppose. Vote: Sarathos
Its nighty night, Prole.:smash:

[FactionHeir]

Hmm I'd vote Prole for this attempt at appearing innocent, but her name is so....communist :tongue2:

[KarlXII]

Doh! Missed the first voting round.

[Caius]

at least I took Caius with me this time
This is communism. Everyone shares their lifes, everyone shares death. Even though I am not commie in rl, I was one... and got owned by the system.

[Proletariat]

Woops. I'm rusty after having sat out of mafia for a few months.

:help:

[Kralizec]

A loud knock could be heard throughout the entire house. Then another one, then continously. Finally the lone inhabitant got out of bed, tried to rub the sleep out his eyes and made his way to the door.
"Who is it?" he said, a simple precaution he had made a habit of.
"A delivery man from the party's mail service, Mr. Rythmic. I have a package for you that is labeled as urgent."
Rythmic opened the door and took the package, signed to confirm the delivery and closed the door. What could be so urgent to have it delivered at 4:30 in the morning? he thought. There was a card attached that read "For our esteemed collegue on the Soviet: Congratulations!". Being convinced that the traitor was caught and only half awake, he failed to get suspicious. He grabbed a knife and started cutting away the tape and ribbons around the package....


Two hours later, this message was sent to the members of the Soviet:

Comrade,

Dire news. Your collegue Rythmic is dead, killed in an explosion. We have just found his remains among the debris of his house. One of the neighbours said he heard him talking to somebody just before the explosion. It appears somebody delivered a concealed bomb to his house.
This means that you have failed to eliminate the traitor, and it's increasingly obvious that he will not stop until he has killed all of you. You must convene as soon as possible and find out who he really is, before it's too late.

Regards,
Marshall Fenring

Begin of Day Two
Place your votes within 24 hours.

Alive:
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan
Swedishfish

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo

Assassinated:
Rythmic

[FactionHeir]

Voting is oh so democratic, but someone has to be lynched, right?

vote: LordWinter
As a Lord you certainly want to talk yes

[Lord Winter]

I persume thats just a presure vote?

Vote: Prole Night posts seemed a little forced and scummy.

[Ferret]

I have no idea why but when I saw Rythmic had been killed I thought Prole...

vote:Proletariat

[KarlXII]

Vote: Prole

First name that came to my head.

[FactionHeir]

Erm hello? Bandwagon Prole just like that?

[Lord Winter]

ya I have to agree with Factionheir

Unvote: Prole
Vote: Swedishfish

Any more reasons, thoughts on the game more disscusion?

[KarlXII]

I'll go eye for an eye here.

Unvote: Prole
Vote: Lord Winter

[FactionHeir]

unvote: Lord Winter, vote: SwedishFish

Now now, we don't do retaliations here.

[Kralizec]

It had been over two hours since Fenring had started the interrogation, and still no confession. Most suspects broke within half an hour when submitted to some of the harsher methods, and his team of "specialists" hadn't kept anything in reserve this time. Slightly agistated, he grabbed the yellow lamp and almost shoved it in Swedishfish' face, who moved to the back of the chair to avoid the heat.
"Who are your contacts?" Fenring demanded. He had asked this question at least three times, and now Swedishfish didn't even bother to answer.
"What is your relation to the British intelligence agency?" he asked, seeking to eliminate one of his suspicions.
Hearing this new question, Swedishfish lifted his head and began to speak again.
"I dun knaw any pfeople from wesern countrith." His speech was slightly distorted because of the various drugs Fenring had tried on him. Blood dripped from his mouth, a testimony to the severe beating he had endured fifteen minutes earlier.
"Like I phaid bephowe...I'm not de peffon yawe looking forr. You Ruffians..." he was interrupted by Fenring, who had unholstered his revolver and delivered a vicious blow across the face of his prisoner. Swedishfish fell of his chair and stayed immobile on the ground, panting and spraying blood everytime he breathed out.
Fenring took a deep breath as if to speak, then hesitated. He was tired and would rather put the interrogation off till tomorrow, or put an end to all this nonsense. It was obvious that it would take a long time before they'd get any useful information out of this one - if he was the traitor. His orders from Moscow were clear enough - he had to execute anyone who the Soviet of Orgahstan labeled a traitor, leaving little room for extended interrogations.
With the revolver still in his hand he briefly considered doing the act himself, then rejected the thought. He signaled the guards to take him outside and put him out of his misery. That was the procedure, afterall- and when posted at the edge of the civilized world keeping the rules became even more important.

Begin of Night Two
Alive:
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish

Assassinated:
Rythmic

[Quintus.JC]

With the way this is going, everyone will get WoG soon.

[FactionHeir]

Well, then at least we know that the infiltrator is one of the active people? ~:)

[Quintus.JC]

Can I have mulitple votes, if so:

Vote: All the lurkers.

Come and join our discussion. :whip:

[Lord Winter]

Its night but I agree, come on we need more disscusion.

[Ferret]

There isn't usually much discussion at night...

[KarlXII]

It's because I'm Swedish, isn't it? :2thumbsup:

[Lord Winter]

There isn't usually much discussion at night...

I was talking about day phases I mean look at the last round we didn't have that much discussion beyond basic hunches.

[Sarathos]

So, whats going on...

[Kralizec]

FactionHeir strumpled out of the bar after a wild night, mildly intoxicated from drinking more than two bottles of vodka. One of the girls he had been talking to earlier that night, a secretary from the ministry of health, could be seen vomiting in a nearby alley. She had been more charming during their conversation, Factionheir reflected. To his right he could see some Russian officers smoking their cigarettes, and right across the street he could see the chief of police get into his car with some Uzbeki-looking broad.
Finally his own car caught his eye, right on the spot where he'd told his driver to wait. He opened the door and seated himself on the back bench, and the car got moving.
"By Marx' beard...major hangover tomorrow..." FactionHeir mumbled. After several minutes of driving, he looked out of the car and noticed that this wasn't the usual route. They were driving through some abandoned outskirts of the city. He was about to ask what was going on when he looked into the rearview mirror and met familiar eyes, but not those of his driver. As the figure turned in his seat, FactionHeir could see something glimmering in his hand.
Then nothing...

Begin of Day Three

Comrade,

FactionHeir has been found dead in his car, shot in his forehead. We're still investigating the scene but I doubt that anything useful will come from it.
Again, you must gather and vote. I expect to be notified by the end of the day.

And please get the right one this time! I'm a busy man without having to take care of your trash every day.

Marshall Fenring


Alive:
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

[Sarathos]

Vote: All the lurkers.
Come and join our discussion.
Contradiction...Vote:Quintus

[Lord Winter]

Vote: MakakiKahn

You're usely more active.

[Quintus.JC]

Contradiction...Vote:Quintus

At least you're talking now.

[FactionHeir]

I say we lynch both sarathos and khaan

[pevergreen]

I agree with FactionHeir.

Been busy, will post more in about 10 hours, after sleeping.

[Quintus.JC]

Khaan seems good for the lynch, but Sarathos is always defensive, and during my mafia time (which is pretty short) he turns out to be innocent even though he's words make him sound like a mafia, anyways...

Vote: Makaikhaan

[seireikhaan]

:shrug: What can I say, some games I'm more active than others. A lot of my attention got sucked up by trying to prove my innocence in the brothel, so I kinda lost track of this game.

Umm... vote: sarathos

[Proletariat]

Sarathos, you are guilty.

Nice try with that PM, tho, buddy.

Vote: Sarathos

[Lord Winter]

Sarathos, you are guilty.

Nice try with that PM, tho, buddy.

Vote: Sarathos

PM?

[Kralizec]

Fenring looked at the condemned standing besides eachother in the open, hands bound. There were three of them - Sarathos, Makaikhaan and one of his own officers.
This same officer came arruning to him that evening, excited about his results from the interrogation of Makaikhaan. To Fenring it was immediately obvious that the information was utter nonsense. He could not suffer to let such a moron live.
"Any last words?" he asked.
"Long live Stalin!" the condemned officer shrieked.
Makaikhaan passed a loud fart and snickered.
"Get done with it already!" Sarathos said, looking tired and disgusted by Makaikhaan's final gesture.
Fenring responded with a silent nod, took a deep breath and let his voice rumble.
"Present rifles!......Fire!"
A salvo of gunshots deafened the ears; as the officer and Makaikhaan sagged to the ground the salvo could still be heard echoing against the nearby hills. Only Sarathos still stould, unstable on both feet with bloodstains expanding on his shirt. He stared in shock and disbelief at his executioners, and he could only hear Fenring's voice as a distant sound, as if in a dream: "....reload....fire!"
Another volley slammed into Sarathos' chest and finished the job, causing a lifeless hull to collapse on the ground. The marshall and his troops left the scene to the morgue workers.
It would be night soon, Fenring thought. The Soviet had been thinned out badly, and there was nothing to be done except wait and see if the assassinations would stop now.

Begin of Night 3

Alive:
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

[Sarathos]

Oh well I'm out, Good luck to all.


Sarathos, you are guilty.
Nice try with that PM, tho, buddyWhat PM?


I agree with FactionHeir.
Been busy, will post more in about 10 hours, after sleeping.
If you have been busy and probably haven't had time to read the thread properly and even if you have you admit that you are tired which means you probably weren't paying that much attention. So how on earth do you have the evidence to support a double lynch...?

I say lynch pever next round.

[Kralizec]

Pevergreen was working late that night. It was 4:20 in the morning and he had drank litres of coffee but now the tiredness caught up with him.
"Sir, you really ought to go home." said a night guard as he padded Pever on the shoulder, rocking him out of his brief nap. "You're no good this way. Get some real sleep and then get back."
Pever nodded. "Okay, boris. I'll get my car..."
"Sir, I don't think that you should drive in your condition. You'd fell asleep on your steering wheel."
Pever, annoyed now, grunted. "Okay, then you drive me then, wise guy."
"Err...okay. I'll notify the other guards that I'll be away."
Two minutes later they were out. Boris, with the keys in his hand, spotted the car about 20 metres away on the other side of the road. He noticed that Pever, a few metres behind him, had dropped some of his papers and started cursing.
Well, I'll just bring the car around to here so that we can leave as soon as he has collected everything he thought as he crossed the street. He got into the car, closed the door and tried to start the engine...
In an instant the street was illuminated by a giant fireball. The car was launched a full metre upwards; the shockwave of the explosion caused all windows in the vicinity to burst into thousends of pieces. Some screams could be heared coming from the buildings. The police and the firebrigade had arrived within minutes, finding a dozen ruined cars and a lone figure behind one of the wrecks, trembling and clenching some bundles of paper in his arms. With his hair and eyebrows entirely gone, they almost didn't recognise who he was...

"What was that sound?" captain Alex asked. He had almost choked on his wodka when he heard that rumbling sound.
"Probably nothing" responded a lieutenant Josef.
"It sounded like an explosion..."
"Probably just a gas leak or something. Don't worry about it." Lord Winter said. He was wildly drunk at this point, but not moreso then his drinking companions. And they were playing this exciting game...what was it called again? Oh yes; Russian roulette!
"It's your turn, comrade." Alex said, nodding towards Lord Winter. He spinned the cylinder of the revolver and closed it, then put it in front of the Orgah politician.
"Well..." began Lord Winter. "The chances are pretty small right...that I'll shoot myself?"
"Very small..." Josef agreed, burping.
After hesitating for only an instant, Lord Winter grabbed the revolver and put it on the side of his head...

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Comrade,

as you've doubtlessly heard by now, your fellow councillor Pevergreen has narrowly escaped an assasination attempt. You probably haven't heard the other news: Lord Winter was found in a clandestine gambling den run by some of our soldiers. He had participated in a dangerous suicide game called "Russian Roulette" and was killed. I've sent the soldiers involved to the most northern reaches of Siberia for their untolerable stupidity and violation of rules of conduct.
I'm told Pevergreen is doing fairly well, he'll be with you in an hour or so. You know the routine; vote for someone and send him to me, yadayada, blablabla.

Marshall Fenring

Begin of Day Four

Alive:
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

Suicide:
Lord Winter (said he would be away for a while, so he dropped out voluntarily)


NOTE: my apologies for the screwed up time schedule. Voting will close 24 hours later from this post.

[Ferret]

Jesus down to four already, time for a random vote:

vote:Quintus

it's either him or Prole, or both...

[FactionHeir]

Hmm so either the mafia was inactive or has a chance of failing or pever is mafia and trying to paint himself innocent.

[Quintus.JC]

Okay, so this the last voting phrase I presume, it’s time to round up the suspects.

4 survivors

I know that I am innocent, no reason I just do. So that leaves us with 3 survivors

Pevergreen is almost certainly innocent, because of the failed attempt on him, however overall his actions is rather suspicious as the deceased Sarathos had pointed out. But the failed attempt just about grantees his innocence, so that leaves us with…

2 remaining suspects

Proletariat was almost lynched in round 2, bandwagonned until Faction Heir and Lord Winter (The two royalists, who is proven innocent) decided to change their votes. Has been quite since then, perhaps to avoid the lynch? (this is not a rhetorical question)

Elite Ferret has been unusually quite in this game, didn’t say enough to attract attention and wasn’t quite enough to be classified as a lurker, behaviour is that of a typical, confused townie. But all of this could be an act, and if it is then Elite Ferret has really done good so far, but is last post



Jesus down to four already, time for a random vote:

vote:Quintus

it's either him or Prole, or both...

I don't think its time for random votes... So for now at least.

Vote: Elite Ferret

[Quintus.JC]

Hmm so either the mafia was inactive or has a chance of failing or pever is mafia and trying to paint himself innocent.

Are you allowed to do that? :inquisitive:

Now you mentioned this I may need to rethink my votes.

[FactionHeir]

I imagine it could certainly be possible as normally the mafia always has 100% kills.

[Quintus.JC]

Need the opinion of Pevergreen and Proletarit

I'm beginning to think Elite Ferret is innocent.

Unvote: Elite Ferret

[Ferret]

We really shouldn't have gotten a triple lynch in the first round...dag nab it!

unvote:Quintus
vote:Proletariat

At least Quintus is talking.

[Sarathos]

Vote pever. There is only 3 survivors and one lurker, just ditch him now.

[pevergreen]

Yeah, because getting rid of the lurker giving the victory to the mafia is awesomely pro.

Vote: QJC

My main suspect.

[Quintus.JC]

Two minutes later they were out. Boris, with the keys in his hand, spotted the car about 20 metres away on the other side of the road. He noticed that Pever, a few metres behind him, had dropped some of his papers and started cursing.
Well, I'll just bring the car around to here so that we can leave as soon as he has collected everything he thought as he crossed the street. He got into the car, closed the door and tried to start the engine...
In an instant the street was illuminated by a giant fireball. The car was launched a full metre upwards; the shockwave of the explosion caused all windows in the vicinity to burst into thousends of pieces. Some screams could be heared coming from the buildings. The police and the firebrigade had arrived within minutes, finding a dozen ruined cars and a lone figure behind one of the wrecks, trembling and clenching some bundles of paper in his arms. With his hair and eyebrows entirely gone, they almost didn't recognise who he was...


Did you do this on purpose Pevergreen?

Vote: Pevergreen

[Quintus.JC]

What the hell I can’t make my mind up.:dizzy2:

Unvote: Pevergreen Vote: Proletariat

Talk :whip:

[Kralizec]

Having probed the general sentiment in the Soviet carefully, Proletariat had seen this coming for a while. She decided to stay away from the voting, and as there was no chance to flee the country unnoticed, she stayed at home to prepare for the unavoidable.

"Open up! Proletariat, you are to come outside on the order of the Orgahstan Soviet and Marshall Fenring!" could be heard in Russian, between the hard knocks on the door. She refused to respond, and a moment later she could hear the crushing of wood. Those Russian bastards had cracked the door open.
Sitting on the first floor just besides the stairway, she lit a molotov cocktail and threw it downwards into the approaching soldiers. The screams of agony were her que - she rolled sidewards and opened fire with her submachine gun into the inferno. After the screaming had literally died down, she replaced her magazine and prepared for the second wave of soldiers.
Behind her, she could hear a window crashing in and a loud thud. A few seconds later something could be heard bouncing in the same room. Realisation of what was going on came a moment to late. As she got on her feet the blast of the grenade engulfed her and threw her down the stairs, dead before she lay still on the ground.

[FactionHeir]

I think Prole was pretty much innocent, why did you end up voting her and getting her lynched? :inquisitive:

[pevergreen]

Bad lynch. QJC is the mafia, I have no control over what is in the write-ups... suggesting it is stupid.

[FactionHeir]

so uh why didn't you vote to prevent her from getting lynched or at least a double lynch?

[Quintus.JC]

I think Prole was pretty much innocent, why did you end up voting her and getting her lynched? :inquisitive:

She was supposed to talk! :sorry2:

[Kralizec]

Elite Ferret sat nervously in his lounge, not daring to sleep. Despite Proletariat's fierce resistance during the attempted arrest, he wasn't convinced that she was the actual traitor. With his rifle laying on his lap, he counted the hours until morning. It was about 3:00 at that moment.
Occasionally he could hear some traffic - probably Russian soldiers moving out to quell the unrest that was plaguing the city and the countryside. There had been disturbances as soon as the assassinations had started, but now that the Soviet was down to three members (one of wich was probably the traitor) it wouldn't be an overstatement to speak of a nascent uprising.
A truck could be heard approaching. Then it slowed down, just before Elite Ferret's house, and from the sound of it it was turning. Should I go outside to see what was going on? he thought.
The truck was on the move again, picking up speed and getting closer. Elite Ferret had the good sense to move to the farthest back of the house, moments before the truck crashed through the walls and came to full stop in the lounge.
Dammit, I dropped my rifle! Elite ferret realized with sudden shock. He unlocked the back door and made a run for it through the garden. His assailant was to quick though, and shot him in the lower back. Elite Ferret dropped on the ground and panted heavily. Turning around, he catched a glimpse of the traitor in the pale moonlight before it all ended.

[Kralizec]

The following morning, a special guest arrived at pevergreen's house. Having seen who it was through the spy glass in the door, pevergreen opened the door.
"Marshall Fenring, what are you doing here?" pevergreen asked. He hoped it would be good news; yet he had an ominous feeling about it. Fenring's face looked sullen.
"Comrade Pevergreen, we have to leave at once. Quintus J. Cicero is the traitor and last night he killed your collegue Elite Ferret. The entire country is up in arms and the outer provinces have declared themselves autonomous. As the last surviving member of the legitimate government, I have to get you to safety."
"I'll get some of my belongings..." began Pevergreen before Fenring cut him short.
"No time! Half of my personal guard is tied up in the eastern outskirts of the city. If some angry mob catches us before we reach the airport, we may be overwhelmed."
The pair got into the Marshall's armoured car and speeded off, preceeded and followed by a few escort cars. When they were about halfway there pevergreen could see the signs of the revolution in progress. In some sidestreets armed rebels could be seen exchanging fire with Russian soldiers; who were better equiped but obviously outnumbered.
"Watch out! Ambush!" Pevergreen cried, pointing forward. Some trucks and tractors emerged from side streets about 40 metres ahead and blocked the road. Fenring had seen it too, and took an abrubt left turn. Dozens of people stormed out of the buildings and attacked the two military cars wich had previously been taking point.
"Faster! Faster!" Pevergreen cried franticly.
"I don't think crashing into an obstacle is much better then being lynched." Fenring replied dryly, then took a sharp turn to the right. The two escort cars behind them still followed and were exchanging gunfire with pursuers.
"Almost there!" said Fenring as they cleared the city limits, with the airfield about 3 miles ahead. Then the full knowledge of defeat hit them both as a hammer. A cloud of black smoke could be seen in the distance; the plumes originating at the smoldering ashes of the airport. Pevergreen could see some verhicles approaching in the distance. From the looks of it they were armoured cars, but he guessed correctly that the occupants weren't Russians. When he looked through the rear window he could see that the rear escorts were gone...


ANARCHY!
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Roles in this game:

QuintusJ.Cicero was an anarchist who had infiltrated the Soviet in order to destroy it. There was a 1/4 chance of failing included in each kill. However the attempt on pevergreen was deliberately failed on his request. The other kills all turned out succesfull, luckily for him.

Proletariat, El Diablo and Sarathos had a special role: opportunis / aspiring dictator. They would win if they had eventually eliminated the traitor, but only if they had eliminated a political opponent before that. For Proletariat that was Sarathos, for Sarathos it was El Diablo and for El Diablo it was Proletariat. This was meant to ballance Quintus' chance of failure in assassination by frustrating the Soviet's attempts at catching the traitor early.

The other ones were all regular townies, or "marxist-leninists" as I labeled them.

Thank you for playing :bow:

[pevergreen]

I knew I was right. :laugh4:

Well played!

[Quintus.JC]

ANARCHY!

muwahahahaha!!! :devil:

Thank you Ferning for hosting...
and thank everyone for participating :bow:

[FactionHeir]

Well done. Thanks Fenring for hosting.