You Can't Win-Small Game [Concluded]

[White_eyes:D]

*runs out the back of the Saloon with a bag of cash* Yeggman- usually Safe cracker, or highway man. that's the best feeling I have of my 'Character' ahem....Since YLC has been confirmed killing I think he is our 'bull' or is a misguided Yeggman.....*Has a grin that would make a Yeggman seem innocent*
Vote:YLC

[ULC]

Well, good luck town! :thumbsup:

With White Eyes being active, this gives the advantage the town needs to stay in the game - one more chance guys, I hope you get it right:2thumbsup:

[Reenk Roink]

Well, good luck town! :thumbsup:

With White Eyes being active, this gives the advantage the town needs to stay in the game - one more chance guys, I hope you get it right:2thumbsup:

Well this was unexpected. :laugh4:

[ULC]

Well this was unexpected. :laugh4:

Was that sarcasm Reenk ~;p

And go post in my Mafia! Make everyone go post in my mafia! Your all going to lose if you don;t discuss!

[White_eyes:D]

Was that sarcasm Reenk ~;p

And go post in my Mafia! Make everyone go post in my mafia! Your all going to lose if you don;t discuss!

But I am dead:skull: guess.....I will try and provoke Ares again....*sighs*

[Yoyoma1910]

Dead Peoples


Feel free to post cordially, but please, no dead detectives. You will have been neutralized, please remain neutral... There may even be roles that affect you. Besides, everyone deserves the right to win You Can't Win, even your enemy.


Ahem, the rules are stated on what nature of post the dead are allowed to make.


Please disregard the detective work of your dead counter parts.


You have approximately 8 hours left till the extension ends.

[ULC]

I wanted to post this earlier, but never got the chance - here it is anyway.

*Sighs* Then lynch me then an be done with it! I had no clue who you were Reenk, but your lack of activity and lack of willingness to explain yourself irked me, so I killed you. You voted for Caius, yet when I asked you explain your vote, you did not.

As for my ability to kill, initially I had none. Upon night one however, I was told by Yoyoma that I could kill instead of protecting CA starting night two. If you must know, according to the storyline, I was CA's brother and CA was Salt Chuck Mary, which would make her my sister.

Thats about it, good luck town :thumbsup:

[White_eyes:D]

Unvote:YLC Vote:Quintus I know YLC is a confirmed killer but.....I want to see what will happen if I did this instead.....:clown:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Greetings folks, I have major detective work to post in Ephesus. I will return for this one. Vote stays for now.

[Sigurd]

Dead and neutral, huh?

What to say, what to say ...
Have you heard that the swedes have no ice cubes in their drinks? Apparently the guy who had the recipe died of stroke and took the secret to his grave.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Sigurd, if you're here, would you tell me what you meant?

Do you have an idea where we should go with this lynch? YLC is my top suspect so far. But I want your input.

[Sigurd]

Sigurd, if you're here, would you tell me what you meant?

Do you have an idea where we should go with this lynch? YLC is my top suspect so far. But I want your input.
Just responding to Yoyoma's post:


Ahem, the rules are stated on what nature of post the dead are allowed to make.
Please disregard the detective work of your dead counter parts.

Apparently as a deadie, we cant contribute with our "detective work".

[Askthepizzaguy]

Oh ok... I thought for a minute you had vital info for us.

I don't know when our extension will be over, and if there is compelling reasons for not going with YLC, we need them now. I'll do another look over the thread and see what I can come up with.

[ULC]

There is no compelling reason! Yeesh, with white eyes, the town can win without me! Just get the round over with!

[Askthepizzaguy]

This is the critical vote, and YLC isn't showing dedication.

I am suspect of QJC after him, for several reasons. I am torn as to which we need to go with. However, in past games, I've picked the right mafia, and then blown the game by letting them go free. That will not happen this time.

[Yoyoma1910]

I didn't/ don't mind small amounts of Seeing Dead People post their thoughts. But there were a couple of posts that went far beyond that.


All I ever ask for is restraint,

Thanks.

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The end is coming shortly. You still have a little time, as I'm heating up some coffee. When I'm done drinking it, the round will in.

You're on coffee time. :beatnik:


Edit... haha, I mixed up the placement of a comma and period... this is why I don't post before my coffee.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I've given YLC plenty of time to assist town with continued analysis, or reasons for voting other people. He is giving up the game, and I cannot fathom why.


My other suspect, QJC, at least attempted to help. He asked for an extension, and I'm sorry to see it was wasted on us. He seemed to believe me in the end, too, instead of trying to block me, argue with me, or otherwise destroy me. In my experience, all mafia come after me at some point.

YLC admitted to me that he would kill me or Andres tonight, but he could not give reasons why. That he could not give a reason suggests he's mafia killing veteran, helpful townies, or that he's a poor vigilante at best.

My vote is YLC, and so shall it stay.

[ULC]

Wheeee! :laugh4:

Who else is having fun :beam:

[Yoyoma1910]

Alright time's up.


What an interesting day period.



Writeup coming.

[Andres]

Of course, it would be really, really embarassing if Quintus.JC or ATPG would turn out to be scum and YLC indeed a vigilante.

*** Prepares apology to YLC ***

[ULC]

Good, cause right now I am enjoying my popcorn and watching the show. Cause who ever is mafia has played a good game, and the town lost cause they didn't care. GO MAFIA!

:evilgrin:

[Askthepizzaguy]

I just want to say Andres, you look mighty ravishing. Come and give me a kiss for good luck.

[Andres]

I just want to say Andres, you look mighty ravishing. Come and give me a kiss for good luck.

I'm sober now.

/runs away.

[Yoyoma1910]

Sorry gang...


I got distracted by Andres's game.


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Anyway, I'll give you once last hint to ponder over as i write this:


Money, and more so Blood Money.


See what you can figure out.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm sure you will come around. Nobody does Irish Annie and then resists a second go.

*scratches her crotch and farts*

[Yoyoma1910]

End Day Four

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The day was the longest yet, and played out like a poker game. Eyes were thin and sharp, and shifted between people. The gang had once been tight, but blood was spilling, and no one knew who was making it pour forth.

Finally, one of the oldest and most knowledgeable of the Johnson spoke out. "I shot down Gold Tooth. I shot down Tex," put forth Foot and a Half George. He was the leader of one of the Johnson factions.

The other four let their cold steel pocket cannons taste the crispness of the air.

"Why would you go and do a thing like that for?"

George didn't flinch. "Anyone here ever met Tex out on the road before? An old swag like that, one of us'd run across him at some point. I know I never saw him before."

Chicago Jimmy (Chi' Jimmy) replied with vigor, "Yeah, Tex an I ran together for years."

George looked questioningly an Chi' and placed his pistol on the table in the man's direction. "Never really saw you on the road either."

Irish Annie then spoke up, "He killed Gold Tooth! He killed Gold Tooth! He's the murderer, he's collecting you all for your scalps! Gonna sell your slags off to the lawman!"

Soldier Johnnie, a long time friend of George was now pointing his pistol right at his leader, "Why'd you do it Georgie, why'd you shoot Gold Tooth? I ain't never seen Tex myself, but we all knew Gold Tooth. He may have been mad, but he wasn't no law man."

George got tight in the face. "Mary was my sister."

Johnnie, pulled back his pistol, "Well fine, but what'd you go and kill Gold Tooth for."

"He wasn't in the crowd that night. I cut through the woods and cat well down along the trail to camp. I saw him making his way back with a vicious grin on his face. I knew he had done it... I just knew he had. So I shot him."

The Sanctimonious Kid pointed his gun now at Johnnie, "Come to think of it, I didn't see you in that crowd eith--"

Before he could finish he sentence, Irish Annie shot Foot and a Half George square in the face. He fell on the floor, a now a man in pieces.

Everyone stopped, and held their breath for a moment.



Night 4

[Askthepizzaguy]

My finger slipped.

[Reenk Roink]

Er, deeply sorry about the posthumous posts. :shame: I just can't believe I'm dead, I love life too much. I'll shut up now. :yes: Very sorry again.

[Yoyoma1910]

Night 4



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The Sanctimonious Kid had known George for years. They had done endless time a committed countless crimes together. It had been something of a shock to Sanc, even after all these years, to see George get it so quickly and, almost, cruelly. He needed to clear his mind and go for a walk.

A couple of hours passed in the woods, and his mind became a bit more clear. He thought about all the people he had run with now, who were gone in a matter of days. He headed back to his room, still a bit dazed. After he climbed the stairs he paused for a second at his door. He listened closely and heard the bed inside creak. He pulled a small pistol from his jacket, and opened the door slowly. The light from the hallway showed the face and upper body of Irish Annie, half covered by a sheet.

Sanc pointed his pistol at her, and stepped slowly into the room, "What the :daisy: are you doin' in here, And where's your boyfriend?"

He felt something heavy, quickly address the back of his head, and fell to the floor. His mind was spinning as he blacked out.

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Thew Next Morning

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It was just before dawn, at the hour that former soldiers and fishermen rise more out of habit than necessity, when Johnnie woke up. He readied himself, and made a decision in his mind to get out of the area as quickly as possible. As he stepped out of his room, there was a silence that unnerved him. No one else seemed to be around. The whole place was abandoned.

He tapped on Sanc's door, but heard nothing. He opened it quietly, to find the room empty. He left the hotel, and found his horse. Unlike the hotel, the stables in the back were relatively full. He saddled his horse, and began riding in the direction opposite Pocatello. There was nothing left for him in that town. Perhaps he would head south for a bit, and let things cool down.

He road on through the morning, and into the early afternoon, when he came into the town of Boot Falls. His belly was empty and he wanted a drink. He stopped his horse at the local saloon, tied her up, and stepped inside.

Besides the bartender, the place was empty. No one sat at the faro table or stood at the bar. It was quiet. Johnnie stepped up, "Quiet, hunh?"

"Yeah, it gets goin' around 9 usually," replied the mustachioed man.

"Let me start with a whiskey, a good amount, and chase it with a steak," nodded Johnnie.

The bartender placed a glass and a glass bottle in front of the veteran, and in return the Johnson ponied up some coin. Before the meat had arrived in front of him, Johnnie had finished a good bit of the bottle. When the steak came out, he moved his little one man party to a table, and faced out toward the front window while he ate. As he was about halfway through his supper, he began noticing a few people moving outside the saloon. He eyed them as they seemed to notice his horse. A man came over and met with them, a tiny tin badge stuck on his vest, the local town whittler.

"Hey buddy, you got a back door to this place?"

The barkeep pointed to an exit as he washed a few glasses, to which Johnnie quickly hurried. As he stepped out the back, he looked around trying to gauge his surroundings.

"Trying to get outta dodge, eh sailor?" A feminine voice piped in. Johnnie pulled his pistol a looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Maybe the stress was getting to him.

"You ain't gonna make it.," came the voice again, "might as well just give 'er up, cowboy."

Johnnie turned around to see a barrel, where it appeared the sound was coming out of. "You ain't goin' nowhere," came the voice again, followed by the sound of a pistol going off. Johnnie felt his left leg buckle, and he and his pistol separately dropped to the ground. His knee was shattered. Smoke rose from a hole on the side of the barrel, and up popped Irish Annie, pistol in her hand.

Soldier Johnnie looked up in amazement, when the back door swung open, and out stepped the man he had known as Chicago Jimmy. Soldier reached for his pistol, but Chicago down across his face with the butt end of a 10 gauge double barrel shotgun. Johnnie's nose broke baddly, and started spewing out blood. Another quick thrust to the top of his head, and the yegg was out cold.

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...


Later that after noon, he awoke, tied face down to a horse. Next to him was his old compadre, The Sanctimonious kid. "Sanc, what's goin' on?" asked Johnnie. To which Sanc replied, "Looks like we've been had."

"Y'all shut up back there," called out Irish Annie from the horse towing their own. Her arms were wrapped around Chicago. "Better be glad you're worth more alive then dead, or we'd a made y'all fight each other to the death for kicks. Shoot, if I'd a known that collecting criminals were so profitable, and so easy, I'd a been doing it longer. Much easier than any street. Now I can enjoy my... self. A'int that right honey?"

"That's right sweety," Chicago replied just before he and Annie began to deeply and loudly kiss each other. After a minute he continued, "And with these two we'll have plenty of time to enjoy... ourselves."

Annie climbed around to the front of Chicago, and sat with her legs and arms wrapped around him, facing back towards their captives. She was wearing tight brown riding pants, and a flannel shirt, with a small stetson hat. She looked almost as desirable and deadly as a bar of gold in Fort Knox.

Chicago and she rode off into the sunset, with their small treasure in tow. The two men went up the river, and fetched them a pretty penny. With the money they made, they began a small company of bounty hunters, collecting the final remnants of the wild days of the American west, bringing criminals and yegg men across the states to justice, for the rewards offered. They were the best at their jobs, and grew quite wealth, eventually moving to Hawaii and starting a lucrative pineapple plantation. They made many children, all of which for some reason seemed to resemble beans.



The End

[Andres]

Yeehaaa!

:7cowboy::7cowgirl:

[Yoyoma1910]

Initial description:

Mafia:



Tex
Occupation: Town Whittler (mafia)
Cards: 3
Who are you?

You used to run a cigar store, which was a front for an illegal gambling hall. It caused you nothing but debt, so you’ve taken a new job, and answered a call for a new sheriff in Pocatello, Utah. The common towns folk are tired of all the bums hanging around in the nearby woods and frequenting some of the more unsavory town establishments. Do a good job, and maybe you can pay off some of those debts.

I have no idea how you die in reality.

You also have a deputy.
Contact Andres. For more info.
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In the book you’re a man descried as:

When he stood up I saw he was very tall and very thin. He looked sick. I could not have described it then, but I can now. It was a larcenous eye. He was very nice, asking many questions. How old was I? Did I ever work before? Where? I handed him Cy’s letter. He read it and asked me more questions. I have never answered so many questions since, except in a police station.
…………
“Your wages will be three dollars a week and all the cigars you can smoke.”-you
“But I don’t smoke.”
“Well that’s your bad luck, kid, not mine. What do you say? Want to chance the job?” -you
………….

“Tex,” my boss (if he had any other name I never heard it), admonished me never to gamble. “Lay away from it, kid; it’s a tough racket. Look at me and my gatherings of forty years. I ain’t got a white quarter to my name; if it was rainin’ soup I couldn’t buy myself a tin spoon, and I’ve got a string of debts longer than a window’s clothesline.
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Abilities: You and your deputy can together arrest someone every night, and lock them up in the Pocatello jail. After all, there’s probably a bounty on some of these heads.

Of course, if something happens to one of you, you might just have to start shooting people.

In case of a shoot out, you get to pull an extra card, and the lowest of the 4 is dropped. After all, you are a seasoned gambler. Be careful though, some of these here folks play dirty.
Other than that, good luck. You may need it.


James “Chi Jimmy” Brown
(cover for Martin Aguirre, super warden)
Occupation: Town Bull (deputy-Mafia)
Cards: 2
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Who are you?

You’re undercover, and are here to clean out the “Jungles” around Pocatello.

You’re working with the new Sheriff.
Contact boudica for more info.
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Your cover, from the book:
The captain called up the second man. “Where are you from?”
“Sacramento,” he answered.
“how long do you bring?”
Ten years:”
“what for?”
“Grand Larceny.”
“What kind of Grand larceny?”
The little runner, Shorty, stepped up and said: “Pickpocket, captain.”
“Where do you belong?” Murphy continued.
“Chicago.”
“What’s your name?”
“James Brown.”
“You’re from Chicago, eh? And your name is Brown? What do they call you? What’s your monoger?”
The little runner stepped up again and said: “’Chi Jimmy,’ captain.”
“Chi Jimmy, eh? Pickpocket, eh? The rock crusher for you,” said the captain. “maybe you’ll be ‘Chi’ a few fingers before you get out.
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Abilities: You and the sheriff can together arrest someone every night, and lock them up in the Pocatello jail. After all, there’s probably a bounty on some of these heads.

Of course, if something happens to one of you, you might just have to start shooting people.




Neutral:


Annie Ireland aka. “Irish Annie”
Occupation: Woman of the evening (neutral)
Survive to win.
Cards: 1
Who are you?
Well, you’re a prostitute, and at first you were a pretty hard up one. Fortune and “The kindness of strangers” has served you well, and you are now well off and own your own cat house.

One night some people will break into your house to rob you, and one of them will strangle you to death for sending one of their pals up the river.
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In the book you are described as:
I fell in with a wolfish-eyed girl of the streets, hungry and shivering in a doorway so shabby that men would not throw an appraising glance at her. She was almost “ready for the river.” I bought her food and clothes and a room. I gave her no advice and sought no profit from the transaction. With better clothes and food she plied her trade confidently and prospered.
…
Then came a midnight when she knocked at my door, pale, panting with fear. “You must help me,” she implored. “I have no friend but you. A man is dead in my room. If he is found there the police-you know-they’ll say it’s murder.”
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Later on in the book:
Irish Annie had changed. She was now a well-poised, confident woman. The world had treated her better than it does most of her kind, and yet she was not spoiled… …A lucky prospector in the mines finding himself rich overnight, had bought an establishment for her and she was prospering.
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Later still:
Then Annie, too ready to believe herself “a woman scorned,” turned copper on me, knocked the screen away, and poured out the vials of her wrath.
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Abilities:
In case of a shootout, you are able to choose someone else to take your place. Some people will be immune to your… ability.

Also note: You can, either through your own choice or actions in game, become either mafia or townie.

Rebel George
Occupation: [former] Gentleman bandit (neutral)
Survive to win.
Cards: 2
Who are you?

Well, you developed and perfected the gold-brick swindle, where you sell a bar of brass as a bar of gold. You’ve also since then gone straight, in answer to the prayers of your faithful wife, who you dragged along through all your dirty years.

P.S. You’re old, and fought on the losing side of the civil war. You aren’t bitter, however.

One day, you will die peacefully, a successful small business man. But today your hanging out in your old stomping grounds.
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From the book:

He turned sharply and came to the door. He was a fine-looking man about forty years of age, well groomed, fresh shaven. He was tall. His hair was grey. His face was pleasant to look at. He might have been a doctor or lawyer. I found myself wondering what he could have done to get locked in a jail. He looked at me carefully for a minute. When he spoke his voice was surprisingly pleasant. There was a suggestion of the South in his drawl.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, kid, but if you’re lousy don’t come in here, that’s all.”
…
‘The way to sell a brass brick is o bunko yourself first into the belief that your brick is solid gold- the rest is easy. The most successful bunko man is the one who bunkoes himself before he goes after the sucker.”
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“This is payable to-morrow night,” he said, taking twenty dollars.

The money was promptly returned and a bond of friendship was formed that remains unbroken. I came to know him as “Rebel George,” prince of the Bunko men, the man who developed and perfected the “gold-brick” swindle. After stealing a fortune and losing it at faro bank, he quit in answer to the prayers of his faithful wife, who had for years shared his vicissitudes in and out of prison. At the age of sixty, prison bent and money broke, he started life on the level and when last I heard of him he was in a fair way to succeed in his business.
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Abilities:
1 in 2 chance of evading night actions.
Also note: You can, either through your own choice or actions in game, become either mafia or townie.



Gold Tooth
Occupation: Brass peddler (neutral)
(survive to win)
Cards: 1
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Who are you?

You’re a swindler who sells brass rings as gold rings.

You also sometimes piss people off, and one of them shoots you down like a dog in the book.
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In the book:

A big young fellow by the name of ‘Gold Tooth’ seemed to be the “captain” of the outfit. Along toward dark they finished the last of our liquor, and Gold Tooth and his tribe prepared to go into town to make a “plunge.” He detailed a couple of them to take the main “drag,” another to make the railroad men’s boarding house, another to do saloons.

“I’ll make the cribs myself. I’m dynamite with them old brums in the cribs.” he declared, with a satisfied, confident air.

The “brass” was portioned out and they started uptown to “tell the natives how it happened.” There is no more industrious person than a half-drunk brass peddler on the street “making a plunge” for enough coin to buy himself another micky of alcohol (aka. Dr. Hall).
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Abilities:
Well, you get to vote.

Make sure to post in character.

Also note: You can, either through your own choice or actions in game, become either mafia or townie.




Town:



Smiler
Occupation: Larcenous vagrant, prowler (townie)
Cards: 2
Who are you?

Well, you smile a lot, and you’re a pretty nice kinda guy. You also steal things from well off people and jewelry shops. People tend to like and trust you, as you’re a guy who plays straight with people in his profession.

Of course, one night some rich wife, who’s husband is called out late to work, shall shoot you square in the neck as you try to break into their house, but that is another day.
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In the book you’re described as:
My cellmate was a handsome, smiling young fellow about twenty-two or twenty three. He looked like a country boy, rugged, red-cheeked, blue -eyed, sandy-haired. He seemed to be well acquainted in the jail.
…………………
“How do you like this racket, kid?” Smiler asked as we rolled up our coats for pillows.
“It’s great. How long have you been doing it?”
“Oh, a couple of years. Ever since the coppers run me out of my home town, Detroit. That was a snide little caper we cut back there and I wouldn’t have touched it only you had to have a coat. How would you like to be a prowler, kid?”
I liked him, always smiling, for his ready help when I needed it and his companionable ways.
“I think I would like it; it’s exciting.”
“Alright, kid. When we get to Salt Lake I’ll show you the real thing.”
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Abilities: Well, you can smile. Good luck, you’re going to need it.




Spokane
Occupation: Wayward son of a wealthy family and frequenter of the San Francisco underworld (townie)
Cards: 1 (Let’s face it, kid, no matter how well you get along with everyone else here, you’re really just slumming it.)
Who are you?

Well, you’ve got a wife, and you know the best opium dens and seedy characters in San Francisco. You also come from a wealthy family, and didn’t really have to struggle like everyone else here did to get where they are. On the other hand, you’re not at all snobby and you are a actual criminal. People in this world do tend to get on great with you. The problem is that you make mistakes.

In fact, one of those mistakes will land you in jail. Even though you’re innocent looks and relative guiltless nature help you easily beat the wrap, while in prison you contract Tuberculosis, which kills both you and your sweet wife.
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In the book you’re described as:

The young fellow that helped me dispose of the stones was the wayward son of a fine family and it would not be right to them to use his name. I will call him “Spokane,” the monoger he was known by among his associates. He had been in San Francisco for years and was familiar with the underworld that I had seen very little of… He introduced me into elegant hop [opium] joints where we smoked daily, into hangouts of polished bunko men and clever pickpockets, into the gilded cafes and other exclusive and refined places of entertainment.
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Abilities: Your fresh face gives you a 1 in 3 chance of beating the rap at night (aka avoiding mafia hits). Good luck, you’re going to need it, kid.

Montana Blacky
Occupation: Bat:daisy: crazy (detective-townie)
Cards:2
Who are you?

Well, you’re a great cook, and you’re crazy. In fact you’re the best cook around, so everybody lets you in their camp. That gives you special knowledge about people.

Who knows how you’ll die one day? Maybe you’ll get eaten by a giant lizard (in your head).
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In the book you are described as:

The cook of our party was a stranger to me. A tall, lank man of fifty with straggly black beard and matted black hair hanging to his shoulder. He never spoke except when the bottle was passed to him. Then he would hold it aloft and in a dead, empty voice offer his unfailing toast, “the stoll pigeon is the coming race.”
…
“He’s crazy as a bed bug and the best ‘mulligan’ maker on the road. ‘Montana Blacky’ is welcome at any bum camp anywhere, and he spends his life going from jungle to jungle.”
…
Montana Blacky, our crazy cook, reeled unsteadily into the circle of firelight, wobbling like an old crow on a dead limb. Holding his bottle aloft, he croaked: “Oh, then the bums began to fight, and there was murder right and tight.” Waving his arm over the scene as if conferring his benediction on the fire,…, he disappeared, muttering: “the stoll pigeon’s are the coming race.
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Abilities:
Once a night you can investigate someone. Great!

There’s a catch: all your posts must be gibberish. Poetic gibberish if you want. The facts can be there, but people will have to pull them out like teeth. Good luck and Have fun.

P.S. you best friend’s name is Dr. Hall (Aka. Alcohol)



Jack “Blacky” Black
Occupation: Criminal and writer (medium-townie)
Cards:2
Who are you?
Well, you’re the writer of this novel aren’t you? By the end of it you’re a worn out old criminal and “hop” [opium] addict. Although you’re not there yet. You know how to read and write, and you’re curious about things.

One day, years after all this, you’ll be broke in New York and “Accidentally Drown.” Though of course, really you’ll have just given up. Before that, you will be a champion of prison reform. Good job. Besides this book, you also write a play, which is an absolute flop. Maybe that’s why you kill yourself?
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Here’s your own Myspace:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=57494390

There’s also a Wiki about you.
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You’re pretty well read, but at this point are not the super criminal you later become.

Though you usually claim American, you were born in Canada, and your father was a citizen of the crown.
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Please ask for further character help, if you’d like.
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Abilities:
Once per night, you can root through the possessions of one person who has disappeared or is known dead. (Aka. Investigate the dead). Of course, they may not give you the information you want.


Good luck, and try not to die to quick.

Saltchuck Mary
Occupation: Fence, “bar” owner (doctor-townie)
Cards: 2
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Who are you?

One day, someone will write a play about you. It will flop miserably, then that person will drown themselves in desperation. But not you, you’ll retire and probably live out a decent life.

In the book;

It’s an injustice to the memory of Mary, or as she was lovingly called by the bums, “Salt Chuck Mary,” to try to crowd her into a few paragraphs or even a chapter. She should have a book.

“Did you eat yet?” was the first thing you heard after entering her house. “I have a pot of beans on the stove and a fine chunk of salt pork in them.” She invariably produced the beans and “fine chunk of salt pork “ and always ate as heartily of them as any of her famished guests.

Her principle business was selling wine, women, and song to the railroad men and gamblers. She ruled her half dozen “girls” with a heavy hand. Her house on the outskirts of town was a dingy, old two-story frame building with a couple of rooms added to one side of it where she lived and received her friends from the road.
…
I surveyed her as I ate. She was about forty years of age, hard-faced and heavy handed. Her hair was the color of a sunburned brick, and her small blue eyes glinted like ice under a March sun. She could say “no” quicker than any woman I ever knew, and none of them ever meant “yes.”
…
-concerning some illegal goods she’s just purchased:
“If I’m grabbed with this junk I’ll rot in jail before I put a finger on you, and if either of you gets grabbed (she was looking at me), and thinks he can get a light jolt by turning me in, he’s wrong. I’ll throw it in the river, and he can rot in jail.”
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Abilities: Once per night you can protect someone.
Once per game, you can set someone free from jail. Though, you cannot revive the dead.


You have a secret: Foot and a half George is your Brother. Reveal this to no one.
Good luck, you‘ll probably need it.


Foot and a Half George
Occupation: Yeggman (safe cracker) (townie)
Cards: 3
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Who are you?

Your one of the main Johnsons, an extended band of thieves, and are well versed in crime. You’re also none too pretty with lots of scars, and walk with a limp. You originally apprenticed as a blacksmith, but were drafted into the army.

During one episode in the book, while stealing horses to get away from a bank job, you eat a full on round of shot, and bite the dust. Tough luck, try to avoid such a fate here.
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In the book:
George inherited a very ordinary set of features to start with. His war scars and rough bouts on the road and in prison hadn’t served to add anything to them in the way of refinement.
…
George was known on the road and to the police as “Foot and a half George” because of an injury to one of his feet that cost him a couple of toes and caused a slight limp. It happened in this way, as he told me one night when we were waiting to open up the powder house at a rock quarry and get a supply of fresh dynamite, caps and fuse.

“I always crush into these powder shacks for my ‘puff’ for two reasons; first, it’s always in good condition; second, if you buy it you’ve got to leave your mug with the storekeeper. He’s always suspicious of anybody buying explosives and is apt to remember you and cause trouble in case of a pinch.

“I got this bum foot,” he said, sticking it out, pointing to the shoe with its bent-up toe, “through buying a roll of rotten fuse at an out-of-the-way general store in Montana. I was goin’ against ‘P.O.’s’ [post offices] then. I always favored post offices because in the small country ones the postmaster has to furnish the box himself and gets the cheapest one he can find. He doesn’t care because the government stands the loss if it’s a plain burglary from the outside…

“this caper I’m telling you about was a third-class ‘P.O.’ outside of Butte Montana. It was soft, and good for a few hundred dollars so I decided to go it alone. No use takin’ a bunch of thirsty bums along and stealing money for them to slop up in some saloon the next day. Anyway, I had a hole in the old box an ‘a shot in it in half an hour. I strung the fuse to a window and touched it off from the outside. It sputtered along the floor and up to the door of the box, but nothing happened. After a few minutes I went back inside to put on a fresh piece of fuse. Just as I got in front of the box there was a roar, the door came off, and knocked me flat. The edge of it caught my foot on the floor and smashed all the toes.”

“Did you get the coin?”

“You’re damned right, I did.

“After my wind came back I got the coin and stickers [stamps… which would then be sold off], limped outside where I had an old ‘swift’ tied to a hitching rack. I had no saddle and it was a tough ride into Silver Bow Junction. But I got there before daylight. That’s why I’m so particular about my fuse,” he concluded.

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Abilities:
You have a secret: Salt chuck Mary is your sister. Tell this to no one.

In case of a shoot out, you take her place.
At night you protect her from harm as best you can.
If she does dies... Well, maybe you’ll have a different view on what to do.



"Sanc" aka, the Sanctimonious Kid

Occupation: 2nd floor man, schemer, swindler (Townie)
Cards:2
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Who are you?

You're one of the most experienced of the Johnsons, and are pretty good at not getting caught for stupid mistakes. More than one quality criminal has been born under your tutelage.
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From the book:

On the street I cleansed my conscience by repeating one of the Sanctimonious Kid’s favorite parody: “Oh, room rent, what crimes are committed in thy name!”
…
The “Sanctimonious Kid” was, in point of years and experience, second.
…
Tall, six feet, slender and soft stepping, more active than most men half his size, you would not suspect him of two hundred pounds, solid flesh and bone. Straight without stiffness, natural, like an [Amer]Indian. Dark hair, eyes and skin. Handsome, intelligent. Years after, I saw him in the dock of a crowded courtroom in a big city. His head was the finest, his face was the handsomest, and his poise the surest of any there, from the judge down to the alternate juror. His nose, eyes and forehead might have been those of a minister of divinity student. But there was a hard look about his mouth, and something in his jaw that suggested a butcher. He was educated and a constant reader. Whether it was his appearance or his careful manner of speech that got him his monoger, “The Sanctimonious Kid,” I never knew. He was serving a short sentence for house burglary, at which he was an expert.
…
At last, after one of the cleverest prison escapes on record, he went to Australia where he was hanged for the murder of a police constable.
…
“Don’t try any funny business,” he said to them as I jumped to the ground. “You might get us to-morrow but not to-night. Phone your head off if you want, but don’t poke it out of the house while we’re in the block.”
“Did you connect, Kid?” he asked when we were on the street.

“Yes, a coat pocket full,“ I said, brushing the cobwebs and dust off my clothes; “but why did you tell them to phone?”

“I’ll explain all that to you later. You’ve got to outthink them. You have to have something besides guts in this racket. I sent them to the phone so they wouldn’t follow us out. I couldn’t have stood them off on the street with this bottle. I had to keep waving it about wildly for fear they would see it wasn’t a gun. I found it right at my hand on the porch, and it served the purpose,” he said, throwing it into a yard.
“I seldom carry a gun at his evening work because I can flatten the average man with a punch. However, I think I shall put a small “rod” in my coat pocket hereafter.”
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Abilities:
1 in 2 (50%) chance of evading the cops at night

Cannot be drawn into take someone else's place in a shoot out.
Opponent looses one card in a shootout.





Soldier Johnnie
Occupation: “Heavy artillery” (townie)
Cards: 3
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Who are you?
Originally born in the New England region of the U.S., you're a prominent member of the Johnsons.

I don’t remember exactly how you die, but I believe you get shot down in Colorado. It happens.
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From the book:

“Soldier Johnnie,” who had served a term in the army, was the youngest of the three. He was an industrious and trustworthy yegg who made his living serving as “target” or outside man, for the yegg mobs that preyed on the country banks. The “target” is the most reliable man in the mob. To him is given the job of sticking up the town bull if he appears while the others are inside. He is the first one to get shot at and the last. It’s his job to carry the heavy artillery and stand off the natives while the others get the coin, and then cover the get-away.

He was born lucky. His face and figure were neutral. A hard man to pick up on his description. Medium size and weight. After one look at him you couldn’t say whether his hair was brown or black, whether his eyes were grey or blue. Quiet, unobtrusive, soft-spoken, a copper would hesitate before halting him on the street.
…
“While we’re there I’ll buy me a pair of ‘smoke wagons.’ No telling how soon I’ll be broke, an if I have a couple of guns I won’t be helpless. Then I’m going home for the winter, if nothing happens. When I got this last jolt [jail sentence] I wrote and told my people I was going to Alaska for two years and they wouldn’t hear from me till I got back.

“I go home now and then when I have a decent piece of money. My old people are both living, and I’ve got seven brothers and sister. I bring them all something nice for presents, not that they need anything, but just to rub in into them. I am the youngest and always had to take the leavings. The first lock I ever busted was on the pantry in the kitchen of my old New Hampshire home so far away.”
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Abilities: 1 in 2 chance to evade cops at night.

Good Luck. You have some, but you may need more.




All neutral character eventually became Mafia:

Beefy: (Informant (allows additional arrest attempt to team mafia)-team mafia )
RR: (Serial Killer (kill per night)-lone mafia [last man standing])
Pizza: (Bounty Hunter (arrest attempt per night)-lone mafia [wins with team mafia])

[Yoyoma1910]

Mafia Victory.
Andres:balloon3:
ATPG:balloon3: (Began neutral, mafia in final rounds)
boudica
Beefy



Honorable mention goes to:


YLC:scorpio:

The super townie vigilante. Never killed a non mafia member, and never guessed wrong.

[Yoyoma1910]

Additional notes and followup coming maybe tomorrow, depending on my time.

[Reenk Roink]

Congrats Andres (and boudica and Beefy)! :bow: Kinda wished boudica would have been alive for her first win but oh well.

For my part, Yoyoma was nice enough to let me in and give me a neutral role. Beefy was then the mastermind behind an extremely powerful alliance that was really not very powerful in reality. :laugh4:

Just some of the correspondence that took place:






Hey. I got a neutral role. And I seek your advice

I want to join what ever side your in so I actually know what im doing :sweatdrop:

Cheers

What game?

Yoyomas

Oh man :laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:

You probably wont believe me, but I have a neutral role as well. :beam:

I'm Gold Tooth a brass peddler (neutral) who is a swindler. That's all the info I think I'll give, the other is description and cards (I can't quote PM's anyway, but he said nothing about not revealing in PM's without quoting so I hope we're legal here).

You're probably wondering why I trust you with this, and it's because you came to me and flat out said you were a neutral in a game that had neutrals.

Of course I could be being played by you, but this is a risk I'm willing to take. Do you want to work together? :shakehands: I'd be honored to be your partner. :bow:

As for who I am going to choose, I am unsure right now. I usually would have gone with Mafia because it's so much more fun usually, but being the Watcher was really cool too. I'm leaning Mafia at the moment but what do you think?

Also, sorry for voting for you :sweatdrop:, I just thought it would be funny to use the SOLID thing. :laugh4:

Ive been mafia quite alot recently. And I do enjoy the thrill.. :beam:

I would choose mafia over boring town life. But im just not sure how I can actually choose groups. Perhaps I need to contact the member of a mafia. If not, we can start our own:yes:

And you got my complete trust.. Being neither mafia nor townie. :bow:

Im called rebel George or something. Im a gold brick swindler. Rather successful business man.

I think the original rule about pm quoting was that as long as we don't quote hosts pm we are good.

Originally we wanted to be a group that joined the Mafia together. That didn't go exactly as planned... :laugh4:








So it seems we are serial killers instead of joining with the Mafia and can get both get killed by the real Mafia. Also, it seems we really can't work together as we need to be last man alive.

However, you have my word that I will not send a kill in for you. :bow: What I plan to set up is a situation where me and you are the two last men standing; then it should be a really interesting end. :2thumbsup:

As for my first kill I'm going to whack that damsel boudica. Just giving you the heads up so you don't kill the same person. :wink:

Uh :sweatdrop:

I somehow managed to join the mafia. Seems that we are on different team now :wall:

:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:

It's up to you if you want to tell them about me or not then. :grin2:

Yea ok. boudica and Andres is part of my team.
we get 2 kill attempts per night as I joined them

So if you go for Mrs boudica, we know who to go for :smash:

:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:

This gets better and better!

Ah, I see, I will 'informally' join your team then, with a no aggression pact for the moment, sound good? :2thumbsup:

I sent them copies of the PM. :bow:

~:grouphug:

aw crap :laugh4: well as it looks like i was going to get whacked anyway on the first night, I have no problem with us four eliminating the competition and then shooting it out for a grand finale:2thumbsup: Andres? what say you pard?

Also - @beefyz and Reenk - how the hell did you two identify each other so quickly?

I revealed to Reenk and Reenk happened to be neutral as well..

Then my plan at the end (I never got around to asking Yoyoma but I intended to suicide if still alive).



Whacking my good pal Sigurd this round, so find yourselves another target. :beam:

Also, I've been thinking about what to do about our situation more. I am going to ask Yoyoma if I can actually 'join' you for real (so I win when you win). If not then I will probably hang around as long as possible, and if I am living by the end stage, will leave town or suicide ensuring your victory while salvaging the alliance. :laugh4:

That sounds beatifically diplomatic. Now - Let's go get some hobos!

[Yoyoma1910]

My morning appointment hasn't called yet, so let's see what I get out before I have to run.


Day 1:

Everyone gets roles, and participates. Yay! Hilarity ensues.

Sarathos, Aka, Smiler (Townie) is lynched.

Behind the scenes:

A lot of people needed clarification and help with their characters, and I hope I helped y'all.

When the neutrals joined the various sides, it would trigger additional events to occur in certain characters. The abilities and ability to join, except for the ability to communicate, did not become finalized until the next morning. Therefor, when someone joined Mafia or Town, or if someone gained an additional ability, they would not be able to use it till the next day or night.


Beefy joins Team Mafia
boudica, Andres, Beefy

The new town sheriff and his deputy are meeting in one of the old hotel's rooms, planning out what they're going to do to take care of these "Johnsons."

There is a light tap on the door, and they both pause for a second.

A man, elder in years but not skills, enters the room, and both of them recognise him as the gentleman bandit, "Rebel" George.

George speaks in hushed tones, "I recognize both of you from some of my past traverses across this land. I know I have, in the past, broken the law, but I am ready to change my ways. My wife is a decent and faithful woman, and she deserves better than I am giving her. I will help you, to clear my name, and start a new life."


The informant has joined the police (mafia).

Beginning the next round cycle:

You now have the ability, between the three of you, to attempt arrest up to 2 people per night.

If your numbers drop back down to two, it will return to 1 person per night. If there is one of you, you will resort to attempting killing 1 person per night.
--triggers recognition and allowed communication between YLC (Foot & 1/2 George) and CA (Saltchuck Mary)

You have recognized your brother, Foot and a Half George.

He is YLC.

Contact him if you wish.

RR becomes mafia serial killer

Gold Tooth... something inside you wants blood.

These people, all of them... they don't respect you like they should.

Beginning next round cycle:

You are now the Serial Killer (Mafia).

You may attempt to murder one person per night.


Be the last man standing to win

--triggers YLC to have choice between protecting CA (Town Doctor/ prison breaker... also his character's sister) and performing a vigilante kill.

You have recognised your sister, Saltchuck Mary, she is CountArach.

Contact her if you wish.
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You also don't like the way some people are talking...

Beginning next round cycle:


Per night, you can choose to not protect your sister, and instead perform a vigilante kill. After all, sometimes the best defense is a strong offense.

Note: In the book, Foot and a Half George shoots down Gold Tooth when he threatens to burn down Saltchuck Mary's establishment).


Night 1

Boudica and Andres attempt arrest of Sigurd. It fails (1 in three chance of that happening, due to his character's abilities).

CA protects Pizza Guy. (A professed neutral character?)

Caius investigates Pizza... (Learns that Pizza is in a bar getting drunk, and can't really tell Pizza's alignment) His only investigation.


Quote:
Originally Posted by Caius
Investigate ATPG

You find Irish Annie has wandered into one of the bars on the edge of town, and are unable to find out a whole lot of information about her.

She is obviously a loose woman, but whether she is simply that, a prostitute, or an undercover cop is currently undeterminable by yourself.

Ares is Jack Black, who is a Medium, this allows his to investigate one dead person a night... however, the information he recieves is at the dead person's discression:

Sarathos, Aka. Smiler

There is someone who is investigating your now dead self. A medium so to speak. Please do not mention this in thread.


Do you have anything you wish to tell them, or for them to know?


From Sarathos:

Your secret is safe with me, but what do I tell them? I got lynched first round so I don't know anything.

But say this, my role (the Smiler) generates an calming aura and relaxes other plays to the extent where they freely provide information. One such person is Beefyz, whom admitted to being mafia but didn't really have a reason why, something to do with saving llama's.

If I am not allow to say any of that, just cut it out. Just try to convey the general jist of my message, which is framing Beefyz.

Thanks.

Smiler was one of your best friends, it's a shame you had to be one of those who chose to lynch him, eh Mr. Black? Oh the years you two had traveled upon the spanse of road, pinch goods from jewelry stored and the second stories of flats.


He generated a calming aura and relaxed other players to the extent where they freely provide information.


In his journal you find that one such person is Rebel George, whom admitted to being mafia but didn't really have a reason why, something to do with saving llama's.


Thus, on the surface night one ended quietly.


TBC...

[Quintus.JC]

Damn! congrats to the mafia team, with two members left at the end the town really didn't stand a chance did we?

I believed YLC's statement, he's argument was really convincing... especially after YLC's lynch it was pretty clear that Andres was mafia. I never ever doubted ATPG, his absence from the guild seemed clear evidence of his innocence, I have considered the possibility of the threat of his neutural role, but it that's the case then the town would really stand no chance anyway. Tiberus was cleared by his WOG style inactivity, although White_Eyes drew suspicion because he vote for YLC straight away upon becoming active and I thought there was a possible role-switch although not likely.

And of course a special congratulations for the super vigilante who never got a guess wrong, you've been superb mate.

Good game Yoyoma, this was excellently done mate. ~:)

[Thermal]

so there were 5 mafia in all? :sweatdrop: gg, i didnt follow it much after dying though :sweatdrop: :sweatdrop: looked good though, a bit more activity would have boosted it even more :beam:

[Askthepizzaguy]

I had no idea there were other mafia in the game besides Andres.


But, funny story, my mafia analysis system nailed Andres and I could have brought him to justice before all of you, especially after I basically got him to admit his guilt privately to me.

So, the systems works... I think.





I am still not breathing yet.

[Beefy187]

Good game Yoyoma. and congrats to my good old gang.

Unlucky Reenk. It would've kicked ass if we were mafia together :smash: Maybe next time ey?

[boudica]

Sorry not to post before this Yoyoma, I hope you realised from my contributions (before I got deaded) that I LOVED this game. Loved the write ups the RP and the setting. Really good job and glad that mafia got the win :2thumbsup: - although I guess that once Beefy and Reenk were on board it would have been tricky for town to get the drop.

Well done to YLC. You nailed me (Tex) and played everything right. phew four games done and I've had major roles in 3 of them...simultaneously - to be honest, coupled with RL business, I was almost relieved when you shot me :embarassed:

Looking forward to playing with you all again.

[Yoyoma1910]

Thanks y'all. I meant to complete the write ups, but then started doing some design work for the next noble sons game. It has eaten away my free time, but I'll get that done mext, because I need to clear out my PM box. :sweatdrop:


Also, check out the last few pages of the Noble sons page.

[Andres]

Where are my manners :embarassed:

Thanks for hosting Yoyoma1910 :bow:

A fun game :2thumbsup:

[Reenk Roink]

The immersion factor in this game was absolutely unparalleled I must admit (though the kill writeups were hard to follow :beam:). :bow:

[Sigurd]

I will also like to thank Yoyoma for hosting this game.
I will also thank the participants for the friendly banter we had back then. It was great fun.

During the midgame, I became Mafia/serial killer in Ephesus and then Mafia in Chicago. Needless to say my attention got diverted.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I am just tickled pink that after our initial playful banter, Andres and I got together for reals in the end.

Beans, anyone?