Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Prologue

January 7th, 1951 – Hotel Nacional, Habana, Cuba.

Meyer looked out over the warm seas of the Florida Straits. In his mind’s eye he could make out the low shape of Florida barely more than 100 miles away, the nation’s Capital astride the Potomac – he thought briefly of Hoover and how useful those pictures he’d obtained had been in neutering the FBI – and his imagination turned to the great cities of the Northeast, the source of all the power and influence he had come to wield. He heard the door open behind him, firm footsteps crossing the suite.

He turned to greet Charlie Lucky. They hugged in the gruff manner of old friends who can’t –even to one another – show too much affection. No matter their differences from time to time, both trusted the other implicitly. In their chosen profession, there could be no higher note of respect.

“It’s good to see you Charlie.”

“And you too my Yiddish paisan.”

They talked briefly about the agenda for tomorrow’s meeting of the commission, ensuring that no unexpected items would come up and so that, by pooling information, they would know the results of the votes to be taken before the meeting even started. In short, except for the nature of their business, it was like a hundred other such informal meetings between business associates. They talked for an hour, touching on each issue of concern.

“Well, Meyer, that about wraps it for this one.”

“Just one last thing, Charlie.”

“Que?”

“Fatlington.”

The word seemed to still the very sounds of the nightclub, turning everything quieter with a brooding silence.

“Fatlington? Meyer, you are the one who kept saying it was a piece of…”

“Numbers, Charlie.”

“Numbers?”

Luciano paused, thoughtful, then nodded to Lansky to continue.

“The Pentangeli clan takeover was a surprise, and since they didn’t have a history with the commission they lacked some of the skills and connections needed to maintain power. As you know, they were barely in control for 15 months before New Jersey State police and the Customs G-me arrested and jailed almost all of them…”

“Yeah, and?”

“But during that year and change we were able to use the port facilities and virtually the whole town as our plaything. We cleared over 4.3 million more that year than in either of the two preceding years, AND we were able to smuggle things in for The Outfit in Chicago, high-paying immigrants from Communist East Europe to staff our casinos in Vegas and brothels – we even did a few favors for Joe up in Boston – by the way, Joe’s kid is gonna make a run for the Senate in ’52, we need to get the union leaders geared up early -- anyway, those favors are nearly as useful as the income. I never thought I would say it, but your idea of having the town taken over entirely was highly profitable and makes good sense for us.”

Luciano nodded, a little smile betraying his desire – held in check – to say ‘I told you so.’ Meyer heard it anyway.

“Yeah, you did. You were meshugga like a fox on that one. Anyway, I’d like to institute an effort to return control to a Commission-sponsored family. It’ll take about a month to ramp up the effort once we get approval.”

“Fatlington again? Why not Bayonne or Atlantic City or something?”

“Fatlington has the best port of the three and its police commissioner is still that thick-headed mick – and he’s just as much of a putz as he was before. So Fatlington still makes the best choice.”

“Alright Meyer, I’ll put it to the commission and I’ll back the motion. Since it doesn’t cost us a lot directly, it shouldn’t create much opposition.” Luciano paused. “Are you sure, though, that you don’t have it in for Fatlington yourself now?”

“It’s nothing personal, Charlie...just business.”

[Seamus Fermanagh]

https://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6981/fatlingtonfinalsm.jpg
-- illustration by Crazed Rabbit


Morning Meeting, Friday Feb. 1st 1951 (Day One):

The sky was gray and the day promised to be liberally sprinkled with light rain. Fatlington reveled in gray days, the only days where the weather matched the dingy outlook of the city itself. A collection of buildings of 10 stories or less, save for Mercy Hospital and The Hotel Abbatoir, Fatlington just hunched on the barrier island between the cold gray Atlantic and the cool dank salt marsh separating it from the mainland.
Fatlington had seen better days. Each election the voters were turned out with assurances that the “good times” would return. Each time they were disappointed. Fatlington hadn’t been part of “the scene” since Roosevelt was elected….Teddy that is.
Yet once again, history began to repeat itself. Fatlington, for all its tawdry and faded glory, held a certain “position” in the ambitions of many, and that ambition was about to be tested once again. It left many in Fatlington despairing, wondering just…

“…how in the :daisy: can this always be happening HERE! What,” said Commissioner Fermanagh, “have we done to deserve this…again?”

He looked out across the faces gathered in the small ballroom overlooking the boardwalk at the back of the convention center. The faces were guarded, and no one answered what had been, more or less, a rhetorical question. The Commissioner continued in a more subdued tone.

“This morning the Governor declared martial law in Fatlington and has mobilized the Guard to completely quarantine the city. In addition, all phone service off the island and all outgoing radio broadcasts have been blocked or had their signals jammed.”

[I]The 76 people present murmured to themselves.

“The official reason the Governor is using is fear of another deadly flu outbreak. Nobody is stating the real reason for such a strong military response but Mayor TosaInu says his sources are hinting at some kind of concern coming from Washington.

Of course, this had to happen at a time when we’ve received information suggesting that the mafia is planning another effort to take over Fatlington. The last time, they ended up running the city for months and caused no end of problems for the police and the feds. I was…we were powerless to make a difference until the State authorities showed up in that crackdown.”

People were nodding throughout the room. The memories were recent and all too fresh.

“Since we’re already under quarantine and martial law, hizzoner is ordering me to re-open the Committee of Vigilance and charge you all, the best and brightest of Fatlington, with trying to weed out the mafia in our midst. Some of you know how this works, but let me remind you all. Today, you’ll discuss and then select a Director of the Committee. Each day thereafter, you will vote to lynch those among you who have proven themselves to be part of the mafia scum seeking to destroy us and we’ll keep lynching until we’ve ended the problem.”

The group greeted this pronouncement with silence. The recent history of Fatlington made everyone aware that this was not some joke. It was very…painfully…true.

“The director will get a squad of police to protect her or him during their duties – we will select a new director every other day – and of course the Director can’t vote except for their tie-breaking powers. My officers will pass around a sheet with the particulars on voting and the like.

Now, the town is going crazy, and with half my officers serving with their reserve units in Korea, I’ll be hard pressed just to keep the lid on this almost riot. Stopping the mafia will be up to you. Good Luck.”

The committee members waited with grim faces as the officers passed out ballots and set up the voting table.

“We’ll meet here every morning to review the events of the preceding night, pass along any information, and set up your discussions. We’ll then meet back here every evening to conduct the votes…and the executions.

“Mother Mary preserve us all….”

Fermanagh made the sign of the cross, then turned and walked from the room.

It was only moderately chilly outside, but Fatlington seemed to grow colder and colder.


OOC

Day One begins now. Players will have until 1200 Eastern (1600 GMT) to lodge a vote for the initial Director. Night One will follow immediately and will probably conclude at 2000 Eastern (2400 GMT) on Sunday.

At the start, there are 76 players (listed alphabetically below):

a completely inoffensive name
A Very Super Market
AggonyDuck
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Beskar
Caius
Centurion 1
Chaotix
CountArach
Cowhead418
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
Death is Yonder
Diana Abnoba
Discovery1
DisgruntledGoat
DJGingivitis
Double A
Dutch_guy
El Diablo
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
gibsonsg91921
Glyphz
Greyblades
Haudegen
Ichigo
Imperator InvictusFactionHeir
Ironside
Iskander 3.1
Joe Monks
johnhughthom
Jolt
Jooray
Kagemusha
Khazaar
Kommodus
KurkriKhan
Leet Erickson
LittleGrizzly
Lord Winter
Moros
Myrddraal
Nole4694
Pannonian
pevergreen
Proletariat
Psychonaut
Quintus.JC
Reenk Roink
Rhyfelwher
Ricera10
Sasaki Kojiro
scottishranger
Shinseikhaan
shlin28
Sigurd
Skooma Addict
slashandburn
splitpersonality
SSNeoperestroika
The Stranger
TinCow
Tratorix
Truepraetorian
Twilightblade
Veronica "Trouble" Toluso
Warmaster Horus
White_Eyes:D
woad&fangs
Xehh II
Yaropolk
YLC

Replacement as needed:

Cultured Drizzt Fan (twin scimitars currently in shop for honing)

[The Stranger]

let the game begin!

[shlin28]

Tired of having only one suspect dying?

Tired of deciding between two or more equally suspicious scum?

Tired of "proper" Directors who do things by the book?

Then vote for me, and I will LYNCH ALL of the tied suspects!

FOR PEACE! FOR JUSTICE! FOR MOB RULE!

However, in the interest of democracy and a fair competition, I will not vote myself... yet.

Select: Abstain

Vote for me for a better future of quick (and BLOODY) resolution to ties!

[GeneralHankerchief]

MODERATOR MODE: Let's have a good, clean game everybody. Feel free to saddle up to a player and then backstab them ruthlessly like it was your Uncle Julius, but please make my life easier: no language, no personal attacks, and no breaking Seamus's rules. Thanks. :bow:

/moderator mode

Now, Game Mode:

Select: GH

[The Stranger]

select: TS

[scottishranger]

Well, so far Shlin has the best arguement for me to select him:inquisitive:

[TinCow]

Select: GH

Voting for him worked out well for me in Capo II.

[White_eyes:D]

Select:TinCow just to stick it to the MAN:bounce:

[Kagemusha]

Select: GH. Let the reign of terror of green rags begin.:clown:

[Yaropolk]

The sky was gray and the day promised to be liberally sprinkled with light rain. Fatlington reveled in gray days, the only days where the weather matched the dingy outlook of the city itself. A collection of buildings of 10 stories or less, save for Mercy Hospital and The Hotel Abbatoir, Fatlington just hunched on the barrier island between the cold gray Atlantic and the cool dank salt marsh separating it from the mainland.


You haven't been to the Jersey Shore, have you? Around here if it's got a second storie, it's called an apartment building! Har har har! I know this town like the back of my hand, I lived here all my life! If you need a building permit, no problem, my cousin Petey is the building inspector! Just make sure his carpet company gets the contract. Need to get your ship's identification changed pronto? I can get it done. Need to bring in a load of imitation designer purses? No problem, just drop a few off for all the girls at my wife's hair salon! There is one rule I won't bend though! As always poaching crabs from other people's crab pots is punishable by death.

Select Yaropolk He doesn't lie about his principles like other politicians!

[Crazed Rabbit]

Select: Crazed Rabbit

CR

[A Very Super Market]

I offer kittens.

Select: AVSM

[woad&fangs]

Select: Shlin28

I like his manifesto:smash:

[Lord Winter]

Select: Reenk

Same reason for the big drive towards him in GH3. A game were Reenk is in charge of the lynch methods is a hilarious game.

[White_eyes:D]

Unselect:TinCow Select:Reenk Roink I need to admit your right:beam:

[seireikhaan]

Select: shinseiKhaan

[Kommodus]

Select: Kommodus

I haven't yet been the director in one of these games and would like to try my hand at it. :bow:

[Myrddraal]

Well, there's a lot of new faces around since I last played Mafia, this should be an education.

Since we know nothing of the roles I'd be inclined to go for a Director with a good history of activity. GH has got a couple of votes already so:

Select: GH

(Besides, I find his rags rather fetching)

[AggonyDuck]

Select: Reenk Roink

[scottishranger]

Im curious, why is Reenk hilarious?

[Khazaar]

Why not me, I´m pretty...

Select: Khazaar

[Diana Abnoba]

I offer kittens.

Select: AVSM


I like kittens, do you also offer puppies, I like them even more.

Select: AVSM

[johnhughthom]

Select: shlin28

[gibsonsg91921]

select: shlin28 First come, first serve.

[atheotes]

Select: Atheotes why?

Bcos he is the only one i know personally... :shrug:

[TinCow]

Im curious, why is Reenk hilarious?

It's a defense mechanism that keeps him insulated from the cold and unforgiving world around him. Also, it's good for picking up women.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Select: GeneralHankerchief

To honor the great.

[Moros]

Select: abstain

[scottishranger]

It's a defense mechanism that keeps him insulated from the cold and unforgiving world around him. Also, it's good for picking up women.

Besides his evolutionary path I mean to say:clown:

[glyphz]

Currently undecided...

Tally (as of this post only):

GeneralHankerchief: 5 - GH, TinCow, Kagemusha, Myrddraal, Askthepizzaguy

shlin28: 3 - woad&fangs, johnhughthom, gibsonsg91921
Reenk Roink: 3 - Lord Winter, White_eyes:D, AggonyDuck

A Very Super Market: 2 - AVSM, Diana Abnoba

The Stranger: TS
Yaropolk: Yaropolk
Crazed Rabbit: CR
Shinseikhaan: 'khaan
Kommodus: Kommodus
Khazaar: Khazaar
atheotes: atheotes

abstain: shlin28, Moros

[Beskar]

:furious3: It is the first round, you are meant to be voting me now.


Also, I am an honest politician, I haven't got a clue what I am doing, but I will do my best at doing whatever that needs doing! I will also supply a years supply of milk and cookies to whoever votes for me, a campaign promise I will keep.

[Jolt]

I will lead the town in this grand undertaking!

Select: Jolt

Vote for me and I will strive my hardest and dealing the most violent and astonishing death to all those scummy bastards who are unlucky enough to be lynched under my supervision!

[Beskar]

I will be as trustworthy as Gaius Baltar, except I won't have the blonde (unless some one wants to volunteer for that position).

[Lord Winter]

It's a defense mechanism that keeps him insulated from the cold and unforgiving world around him. Also, it's good for picking up women.

:laugh4:

[slashandburn]

vote GH or he'll kick you out of he gameroom :sweatdrop:

Vote: GH

[Quintus.JC]

Select: Shlin28

FTW!

[slashandburn]

Good luck everyone, try not to end up like Remus Lupin from Harry Potter.
Edit: He died.

[atheotes]

Select: Atheotes why?

Bcos he is the only one i know personally... :shrug:

you need honesty and that is what you will get from me:soapbox:

[Beskar]

What is this whole select thing for anyway?

[Beskar]

oh, I got told.

I will select: Jolt

He will be a spark of energy, to keep us running on the right path.

[Jolt]

Exactly, Beskar.

Select Jolt!

"Jolt. A brighter future is a safer future."

[Diana Abnoba]

UNVOTE: sorry use the wrong word

Select: Jolt

[DJGingivitis]

Select:GH lets just get it to the fun part.

[Yaropolk]

unvote Yaropolk
vote Reenk Roink I want to see death and destruction

[scottishranger]

Good luck everyone, try not to end up like Remus Lupin from Harry Potter.
Edit: He died.

What? NOOOOOO!



and I select: Reenk

entertain me

[Csargo]

I demand entertainment!

Select:RR

[Leet Eriksson]

I too shall VOTE REENK!

Select: Reenk Roink

[Reenk Roink]

All right, let's be serious about who should get to be director.

First, it should be a townie. This is my role message:


Your Role is:

Townie

Victory Conditions

You achieve victory by voting to lynch suspicious individuals and/or participate personally in their removal until such time as: a) all of the Mafia Dons, original and created, have been killed and the remaining townies and unaligned Wiseguys outnumber the remaining Mafiosi OR until your character has died. Your personal survival, though it will add to the level of your victory, is secondary to the overall success of the town.

Town win with 41+% of original townie roles surviving = decisive victory.
Town win with 21-40% of original townie roles surviving = clear victory.
Town win with fewer than 20% of the original townie roles surviving = close victory.
Neither side wins = draw.
Town defeat with fewer than 10% of the orginal mafiosi or wiseguys surviving = close defeat.
Town defeat 11-25% of orginal mafiosi or wiseguys roles surviving = clear defeat.
Town defeat 26+% of orginal mafiosi or wiseguys roles surviving = decisive defeat.
-- Your personal survival moves you one category up on this scale.

Powers & Responsibilities

A. General:

1. Townies have no special role-related qualities at the outset of the game – you are the “salt of the earth” of Fatlington.

2. seamus says dont show this

B. Day Actions:

1. You can select/vote as can all players.

C. Night Actions:

1. In combination with 3 other townies, you can form a vigilante group (4 required) and attempt to kill one other player. More than 4 townies can work in the same group, though this does not provide any other benefit aside from participation credit. If only 2 or 3 townies participate in a kill effort, that effort automatically fails. If only 1 townie attempts a kill, that effort fails and the townie has a 1 in 3 chance of dying in making the failed attempt.

2. After two such successful kills, you may elect to continue the game as a Wiseguy, or you may remain a Townie. You will be given this role-change opportunity only once.

3. In combination with 2 other townies, you can form a protection group (3 required) and attempt to protect one other player. If no attack occurs, nothing happens. If the target is attacked your group will save her/him and receive credit for the save. More than 3 townies can work in the same group, though this does not provide any other benefit aside from participation credit. If only 2 townies participate in a save effort and the target is attacked, that effort automatically fails. If only 1 townie attempts a save and the target is attacked, that effort fails and the townie has a 1 in 3 chance of dying in making the failed attempt.

4. After two such successful saves, one of your group may be selected (randomly) to continue the game as a Doctor. If refused, the opportunity will be passed to another member of that group. You will be given this role-change opportunity only once.

5. If you: a) choose to continue in a protection group without becoming a doctor, b) have never participated in a killing, and c) you participate in a two additional saves, you will be offered the opportunity to become a Detective for the remainder of the Game. You will be given this role-change opportunity only once.

D. Investigations

1. If investigated by a Detective or a Made Gangster, it is most probable that you will be discovered as “innocent.”

2. Remember, however, that a significant minority (25%) of townspeople will register as “unclear” rather than innocent.

3. You will only register as “guilty” if you have participated in a killing, but will do so from that point forward until you have changed roles.

Role Changing

As noted above under night actions, it is possible for you to change roles. Once you change roles from Townie to Wiseguy, Doctor or Detective, however, you may not reverse the decision – you have made a permanent change. You may progress into other roles from there as appropriate to your new role. Victory conditions will be as for that new role.

Second, he should show his credentials. This is some of my previous work:

Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. Save for the "click" noise being made every few seconds from one house.

Sasaki Kojiro was responsible for this noise. He had been making it all night, ever since he went back to his house after the extended execution meeting in the town square.

After a hard day’s work of talking so much in the villagers’ meetings so that no one else could get a word in, Sasaki went to his favorite recreational activity: taking pictures of himself. Sasaki wanted to be a model, and was set upon his goal, no matter that no agency had ever got back to him concerning his photographs.

So enamored in himself, he was blissfully unaware of the fact that his door was open and a shadowy figure was standing behind him.

When Sasaki ran out of film, the figure handed him a camera from behind: “Here, use this.”

Sasaki, still enamored in himself, did not realize the peculiarity of the situation, absentmindedly thanked the figure.

He had already snapped one photo by the time he realized what was wrong with this scenario. By then it was too late. Sasaki’s eyeballs had already disintegrated, and the deadly flash of the sabotaged camera was spreading to his brain.

“IDIOTIC FOOL!” the figure boomed, “YOU WILL NOT EVEN GET TO HAVE THE HONOUR OF GLIMPSING THE WANAX EATING HIS SACRED GRAPES BEFORE YOU DIE! SO HATEFUL WAS YOUR PATHETIC SPECULATION AND VAIN DISCOURSE CONCERNING HIM.”

Sasaki was beginning to lose vital functions, but the flash was slow acting, and so he suffered great pain as the Wanax continued: “IN FACT, EVEN THE WANAX IS UNCERTAIN CONCERNING WHY YOU ADDRESSED HIM INCORRECTLY AS “Wenax.”

“WAS IT AN INTENTIONAL INSULT OR ARE YOU JUST THAT STUPID?”

The voice of the Wanax calmed down: “Either way, your brain will serve you no longer.”

Sasaki was found dead in his home, lying among his many photos and mountains of film canisters and oddly enough, not one but dozens of the business cards found on the other murder sites. His face retained its natural colour, and was indistinguishable from when he was alive, except for the fact that his eye sockets were missing the eyeballs, and his skull was hollow. Nothing remained, not even ash.

Kommodus (one of those who shut himself indoors) was in his flat, working on his super secret Mafia catching machine. Though engrossed in tightening the nuts and bolts, he clearly heard his door creak open.

Always alert, Kommodus jumped and spun around, wrench clasped tightly in his hand.

He caught sight of a tall, shadowy figure, wearing a wide brimmed hat with grapes on it.

“The Wanax!” Kommodus exclaimed.

The Wanax chuckled softly, or at least that was the impression Kommodus got, even though the dark void face of the Wanax remained static. “Greetings, Kommodus.”

“Why are you here to kill us Wanax?” Kommodus demanded, fear and anger both present in his voice.

“Kommodus,” The Wanax replied in his soft but chilling voice: “This is my domain. You villagers are usurpers. You all must be removed.”

“We have rights!” Kommodus blurted out. “Us villagers have the inalienable rights to life, liberty, and estate!”

The Wanax chuckled again, as he plucked a grape from his hat. Kommodus watched as the grape dissolved into the face void. “My dear Kommodus, please don’t quote Locke to me. He is one of my favorites you know; brilliant man. However, he tends to be misinterpreted by the fools. I should add a corollary to his Second Treatise: ‘-under the discretion of The Wanax-’”

The Wanax changed his train of thought: “So Kommodus, can you guess what manner of death I have prepared for you?”

Kommodus, seeing nowhere to run or hid, tried to talk his way out: “Um – Dear Wanax sir, how can one possibly know anything?”

The Wanax snickered and replied: “What nonsense you utter Kommodus.”

Kommodus continued: “Let me elaborate. How can one possibly have justification for any knowledge? How can either one of us know that the other exist?”

The Wanax replied: “Kommodus, this useless discourse tires me. How can I not know what certainty of sight grants me?”

Kommodus replied: “But Dear Wanax, does not your vision fail you at times? Our sensory perception is not perfect. We often see things that are not really there.”

The Wanax scoffed: “Hmmph! The Wanax is not like you.”

Kommodus said: “But Dear Wanax, do not you see like us?”

The Wanax was silent.

Kommodus continued: “How are we to tell, if our present dialogue is nothing but a dream? Or perhaps we are suffering a hallucination. Or perhaps we are brains in a vat, our thoughts and senses are completely manipulated by outside forces. How can either of us know if the other actually exists?”

The Wanax was silent.

Kommodus ended his argument: “We could be systematically deceived. There is no reason to hold the normal hypothesis over any alternative hypothesis. Thus we are not justified in believing any hypothesis.”

The Wanax was clearly perturbed by this reasoning. Though his face remained a static void, Kommodus could plainly see this.

At length, The Wanax finally replied. His tone was markedly different from the supercilious and evil one he usually had: “Kommodus, you speak the truth. Or, to not be dogmatic, you speak a reflection of the truth that is very persuasive. Even Locke’s explanationism cannot fully wash away the doubt you have argued in favour of.”

Kommodus relaxed. He had actually stopped The Wanax dead in his track utilising wit.

The Wanax, after a long period of introspection finally said: “The Wanax is dear to us, but truth is also dear to us -”

The Wanax plucked another grape from his hat and “ate” it before finishing his sentence. Kommodus was extremely relieved. He expected The Wanax to finish the quote in the way Aristotle did.

How disappointed he was then when The Wanax finally said: “Nay, but the Wanax is dearer than truth.

“Oh don’t worry too much Kommodus, you will enjoy a drink with me before your death.”

Kommodus was found lying on his floor dead. Next to him was an empty bucket. It did not take a forensic specialist to see that the bucket was previously filled with schwedentrunk. What did remain a mystery to the villagers was whether Kommodus suffered a quick death by choking, or if he had suffered unbearable gastric pain as his stomach swelled to accommodate the vast amount of the vile liquid poured down his throat.

Of course, lying in a pool of schwedentrunk nearby was a business card with a grape watermark. Embossed on it were the words: The Wanax.

AggonyDuck had had enough of the killing and executions going around in the Frontroom. He withdrew to his house, and took his mind of it all by practicing clicking. A mouse, that is.

You see, AggonyDuck was a member of the fine Aggony clan, and to live up to their excellent standards, excellent skills were needed. And excellent skills required practice. So AggonyDuck sat down at the computer, and started to click his mouse. And click. And click. And click. Clikclikclik.

The *clikclikclikclikclikclikclikclikclikclikclikclikc likclikclikclikclik* of his mouse made him unable to hear the creak of his door opening.

Suddenly, a hand behind him grabbed his mouse, and started wrapping the cord around his neck.

AggonyDuck could only gasp for air while the mafioso remarked "You should have went cordless, everybody's doing it."

"But of course, you were too worried about the 1 millisecond delay that cordless has...always about speed, well don't worry about it anymore."

AggonyDuck was found slumped in his chair, strangled to death. Around his neck was his mouse.

Kagemusha was taking his mind off the unending killings in town by drinking Finnish liquor in his flat. This had been going on since he returned home from the execution. but remarkably he was still sober/conscious. He was so enamored in his mug, that he did not hear his door creak open.

A few gulps later, he stood face to face with a tall, dark figure, wearing a wide brimmed hat with grapes on it.

“The Wa - naacks!” Kage exclaimed in half stupor.

“Hello Kagemusha,” greeted The Wanax.

“Before you tell me how you are going to kill me, may I have a grape?” Kagemusha asked.

The Wanax became noticeably angered at this request: “NO, YOU MAY NOT HAVE A SACRED GRAPE!”

His voice lowered back to the cool, evil tone it had previously been: “But you may have your favourite American cereal.”

Kagemusha’s eyes opened wide, and a big grin came over his face: “You mean - !”

The Wanax pulled out a box of Trix. Kagemusha promptly snatched it from the hands of The Wanax and began gnawing away at the cardboard.

Kagemusha apparently favoured his Trix more than he did his drink, and became so enamored in eating it, that he failed to notice The Wanax coating him with white powder and attaching two long, white ears to his head.

Once this had been completed, The Wanax remarked malevolently: “Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids-”

Legions of rabid looking children appeared behind The Wanax, all in possession of knives and forks.

The Wanax addressed them: “Children, that rabbit has stolen your cereal, but the flavour will still be marvelous if you hurry and eat him.”

Kagemusha’s bones were found in his flat the next morning. They had for the most part been licked clean, although one did discover the occasional bit of half-chewed cartilage around.

Victim’s was at home biting his nails timorously. He had witnessed his friends and neighbors murdered horrifically at a steady rate, until the numbers had dwindled to what he could count on one hand. His Bible lay unopened, as he did not want to see any potentially prophetic verses, and the farmer had burned and salted his vineyard, because of The Wanax.

It became not a question of if, neither was it a question of when. The question was: who? and how?

The answer had arrived through Victim’s front door. Standing at the doorway was a tall shadowy figure, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with grapes on it. The Wanax.

Victim quickly stammered: “The phasgana – I want the phasgana!”

The Wanax chuckled as he ate a grape: “The matter is not for you to decide.”

Victim continued to plead: “Please, just let the phasgana cut me and finish me off quickly.”

The Wanax replied: “Foolish man. How can you be so dogmatic to claim that the phasgana will cut you?”

Victim was confused: “Why commonsense of course.”

The Wanax replied: “Such miniscule intellect. Now, while I grant you, we may perceive the cut following the strike of the phasgana, we certainly do not perceive any connection between the two, and it follows that it is incorrect to apply any causation. Hume has made this clear.”

Victim replied: “What! That’s just retarded. Everyone knows a blade causes the cut.”

The Wanax replied: Idiot fool… Very well, continue to hold your superstitions of causation for the short life you have left.”

Victim saw his end, but he posed his final query: “Why? Why did you do all this? We said we would give you back your land.”

The Wanax answered: “The reason will be of no use to you, but as I think very highly of myself, I shall tell you anyway. You see – my gregarious father was The Wanax of this village and the land beyond, and everyone in the land was content and prosperous. I was raised in his image, to be just like him, to rule wisely and kindly. That was my destiny; until an incident changed everything. You see, I had a best friend, who used to go to school with me. We used to be inseparable, so close we were. But one day, in the middle of class, all that changed…”

The Wanax paused. Victim asked: “What? What happened?”

“HE FARTED IN CLASS AND EVERYONE THOUGHT IT WAS ME!” The Wanax boomed, voice full of rage and sorrow.

Victim could swear that tears began rolling down the cheeks of The Wanax, although the void remained static as ever. Intrigue overcoming his fear, Victim asked: “Who did it?”

The Wanax composed himself as he answered: “The legendary founder of your village – TosaInu.”

Victim’s body was not found and the way in which he was killed was unknown, as there was nobody left in the Frontroom, and the Frontroom itself had ceased to exist.

Sasaki was chilling at his house chatting and gossiping with some of his friends from the Org. He was talking on and on and gossipy so much so. That he didn’t seem to notice a red dot aimed right at his head. He always liked to point fingers at others, but today, the gun was pointed at him. The glass of his house window was shattered. Sasaki was sniped in the head and lay cold dead!

GeneralHankerchief was walking his dog down the street, enjoying all the new Christmas lights that had been put up. He was too engulfed with the Christmas lights to notice the red dot on his chest. Luckily there was someone there to point it out too him.

He heard someone screaming "GH Watch Out! There is a red dot on your chest! Its the Sniper!!!"

The man threw GH what appeared to be a bulletproof vest, and GH put it on without much thought. Not noticing that it was a vest covered with C-4 explosives!

It was too late to take off the vest though, the button was pushed, and GH went KABLOOEE!

A laser pointer was found at the scene of the crime...

Everybody was tense. They were down to six, and not quite sure how many villains were left. People looked around, trying to both analyze other people's movements and at the same time not be analyzed. When there were so few people left, it was impossible to hide.

The votes were eventually tallied and White_eyes:D was the one doomed to judgment by The Wanax. But White_eyes was a scrappy one and the small number of remaining townies had a difficult time restraining and subjugating him so that he could be brought to the Gameroom square.

As the summons of The Wanax were heard, the townies took White_eyes in chains until they saw the silhouette of The Wanax, waiting silently as usual. Though they had been through this ritual before several times, it never seemed to be any less unnerving.

"BRING ME THE DAMNED!" The Wanax boomed suddenly.

White_eyes was pushed towards the square. The Wanax seemed much taller than before, but that was probably due to the fact that WE had never dared come near The Wanax before.

After some silence, White_eyes swallowed some of his fear and took a defiant tone: "Your job is to be the Chief of Police who protects us and finds the Godfather but all you seem to do is terrorize us and use us as fodder for your sadistic punishments! Well, I don't care anymore, do your worst!"

The Wanax, who seemed to be at that point reaching for his phasgana stopped. Though his face remained a static void, White_eyes swore he saw The Wanax raise an eyebrow and then grin.

"Very well," said The Wanax. He then proceeded to utter some chants, and then a small twister localized over the Gameroom square. The townies watched in awe as Askthepizzaguy's body rematerialized. Looking startled for the first minute of his being resurrected, Askthepizzaguy soon got down to business.

Pulling out many documents and charts he began to make SkyNet cases:

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..."

The townies all screeched in unison as their eyes and ears went sore from the yakking. The began to run away from the Gameroom square. At this point The Wanax uttered some more chants and a giant clear dome encircled himself, Askthepizzaguy, and White_eyes.

Now that the auditory threat was neutralized, the townies found that by looking indirectly, they could watch the spectacle.

White_eyes was running around screaming, eyes wide shut and ears plugged. Still he could not stop being exposed to the cases of Askthepizzaguy.

Realizing that there was no escape, he began to bang his head on the walls of the dome when he realized the material was some kind of thick, unbrittle aerogel, incapable of dealing a knockout blow. The ground was also made with the same material.

So White_eyes, who was now probably better off being named White_eyes:(, was doomed to spend his last moments with Askthepizzaguy and die at the hands of his SkyNet cases.

A couple of minutes was all it took for White_eyes to finally drop dead, after some unsuccessful lunge attempts at Askthepizzaguy. The townies watched in horror as gray matter began to ooze slowly out of WE's eyes and ears.

However, Askthepizzaguy did not stop, but rather now turned towards The Wanax, pointed an accusatory finger, and began making another case.

The Wanax however, quickly drew his phasgana and cleaved Askthepizzaguy in two.

After burying White_eyes and reburying Askthepizzaguy, the townies went back to their dwellings, apprehensive about what lay ahead.

Throughout the day, Gaius Scribonius Curio saw that the townies fingered him as the one responsible for the murders. He knew he would have to face terrible judgment of The Wanax, also known as Chief of Police Reenk Roink, at the end of the day.

At first, Curio sobbed incessantly, wishing that shlin28 was still around to give more conventional executions, but his despair soon turned into desperation. Curio hatched a plan to escape the wrath of The Wanax.

You see, quite sometime back, Curio had built a small but fortified underground shelter because he was a man who liked to plan ahead. This shelter was stocked with every household appliance as well as generators to power them, and enough Ramen noodles to last years and years.

Some hours before the voting phase ended, Curio made a dash for his stronghold and barricaded himself in it. The other townies only realized what he was up to much too late, and were unable to stop him. They banged on the sealed doorway but to no avail. Curio laughed at them from inside: "HAHAHA! The Wanax will take his wrath on you now! Such is the price you pay for voting for me!"

The prospect of this terrified the townies, and when the unmistakable call of The Wanax came at execution time, the townies meekly went to the Gameroom square where The Wanax, who had appeared out of nowhere, stood motionless, a barrel of water by his side.

"WHERE IS THE ACCUSED?" The Wanax demanded.

From his shelter, Curio watched closely on monitor number 4 of his surveillance system of the whole town. He chuckled at his own brilliance as he got ready to watch The Wanax take his wrath out on those who voted against him.

At some length the bravest of the townies, Beefy187, spoke up: "Um, well you see Mr. Wanax sir, he... um... he escaped before voting ended when he saw things weren't going well and ran into a impenetrable shelter. We found no way of getting in, but perhaps you could with your awesome powers and mighty phasgana Mr. Wanax sir."

"OK," boomed The Wanax as he remained too calm for the townies comfort. Briefly pulling out and looking at the phasgana, he elected to put it aside and instead went to the barrel of water and began uttering some chants.

The Wanax then gestured for the townies to come gather around the barrel which they did with much hesitancy. When they peered in, they could see Curio inside his shelter.

Curio himself was getting quite worried at the spectacle of the townies peering into the barrel, unscathed by The Wanax, and he had an uncanny feeling of being watched. As he begin to pace around, he heard a soft hum coming from the kitchen nook. Panicked, he went to investigate.

There, Curio saw the oddest and most horrifying sight of his life. The thousands of boxes of Ramen noodles were empty, and they were all stuffed into a small microwave (don't ask how it was done, The Wanax is good).

Curio could see the burgeoning microwave was about to explode any moment. He tried to get out of the house any way possible, but everything was barricaded. The irony dawning on him, Gaius Scribonius Curio elected to commit suicide rather than be scalded to death by Ramen noodles. He ran back to grab a knife, but as soon as he reached the counter...

The townies did not have to look at the pool to witness the spectacular sight of the exploding shelter and a Ramen noodle mushroom cloud on its site...

Andres was seen going up to the edge of the noodle fallout to eat, but not by everybody, as 777Ares777 and taka were too preoccupied with noticing dark clouds that seemed to follow them home.

Now, there is no doubt that my two main competitors, shlin and gh, both have excellent samples of work as well. With that being said, I gave shlin his opportunity in Godfather 3 to take on this responsibility before and gh has done it so many times. Give me a chance... :bow:

Select: Reenk Roink

[Moros]

I don't think you are allowed to quote your role pm's in public...

[DJGingivitis]

I will not quote from a private message or from a chat log in the main thread of a mafia game and will not do so in private messages, e-mails, or other communications with anyone who was not originally a party to that message or chat unless permitted to do so by the game host.

Such quotations ARE permitted in CdTC-III, provided that no screenshots are used and that none of the restricted information (noted in red on your role PMs) from your role PMs is discussed. Please remember that our creative group might also be fabricating this sort of thing.

the blue contradicts it but it is allowed.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I believe the blue is a correction to the usual rules, and supersede the black text.

[Reenk Roink]

If I remember in the original Capo an idea for a code of ethics was brought up after some liberties were taken against the noble Barzini family. This no quoting PMs thing was mentioned in that Code but many hosts now allow it hence the exception mentioned in the code.

Also, from the rules:
Feel free to quote from the public portion of my Role PM’s to you or to fabricate as you see fit. Each role PM will also have an “eyes only” section that is never to be revealed, quoted, or alluded to in your interactions with others under penalty of removal from the game.

I pulled out the red part of course. Now, the townie role PM is given by Seamus in the sign up thread but it is different in structure from this one. If you (townies) compare with your own PMs you will see it matches the structure. I hope this basically proves my townie status. :bow:

[Moros]

Oh okay. Sorry I guess I was confused because mine was all red the previous capo game. lol.

[Sigurd]

Select : GH

[GeneralHankerchief]

Reenk has provided many excellent samples of his work. Allow me to show you two of mine:

Unbeknownst to the mafioso, his shot had once again scared off all of the birds in the area. This was the signal that TevashSzat had been waiting for. For the past two days, he had listened to the Chief of Police rant about how, because of the shots fired, the birds of the Frontroom had been disturbed, usually ending in property damage. Tevash figured that if he could pinpoint the spot where the birds were all flying away from, he would have a good chance of catching a bad guy.

"Downtown," he muttered, pocketing his bioculars and getting into his old blue car. From what he gathered, it had to be there, consdering that the birds were flying in all directions away from that area and that he had heard the shot from his house, meaning that it was probably fired on a roof where there wasn't much to block the sound from going far.

Tevash drove further and further downtown, checking for signs, looking for people... he saw someone, upon his approach, duck into a building - maybe that was the guy! Tevash sharply braked, turning his car around as he did so, preparing to make another pass-

Out of nowhere, a black Mercedes, screeching along, threatened to ram Tevash's car right into the building. Tevash swerved out of the way, just in time, and floored it. Finding the mafioso was important, but so was surviving!

He made a sharp right onto the next street, almost slamming into a fruit stand because he went a little too wide. After jamming on the gas once again, he checked his rearview mirror. The black Mercedes was right behind him, showing no signs of having almost flubbed the turn.

"I have to get out of this area," Tevash said to himself. No matter how many sharp turns he would make, the black Mercedes would always have better handling than his old blue car. The best chance was to simply stay on a road for as long as he could... and hope that the mafioso would run out of gas, or hit a tree, or something.

He stayed on a straightaway, swerving from time to time as the buildings grew farther apart and the trees grew closer together. The mafioso was keeping pace, he noticed to his chagrin. There really wasn't much he could do, he realized. The odds needed to be evened up.

He reached around his car, rolling down his window and searched for anything he might be able to throw at his pursuer. Spare change (no effect), an umbrella (missed), a large map - hit! The toss had worked perfectly, with the map unfolding itself and attaching itself to the mafioso's windshield, totally blocking his field of view.

Unfazed, the mafioso calmly held the wheel, going straight, and took out his shotgun, blowing the windshield away. His vision was restored, but now, Tevash noticed, there was nothing between him and the open air. Grinning, he took the binoculars out of his pocket and, taking his eyes off the road, aimed right for his pursuer's face.

The binoculars and the mafioso connected, with the Mercedes going upwards of 100 mph in one direction and the binoculars going a significant speed in the opposite direction, all resulting in a broken nose for the man in the Mercedes. Cursing, he swerved as he wiped the blood off, narrowly avoiding a tree. He was well behind Tevash's car now.

Back in the front, Tevash saw the mafioso take his eyes off the road once again. It was clear, even from a distance, that the mafioso was rifling through his Mercedes, looking for something. Then he saw it, headed his way, a perfect throw made.

The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.

VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...

...and then, the pain again, as the mafioso, slowly, painstakingly, ran over TevashSzat again, this time in reverse. He got out of the car, still bleeding from the nose, and gripped his shotgun. Without a word, he pointed it at his barely-conscious victim and shot.

"Didd't adyone eber tell you dat the victibs are suppode to go quiedly?" he said through his nose. He blasted Tevash once more for good measure, and then stomped him in the nose, breaking it. An eye for an eye, perhaps, even though there was no need.

He got back in his Mercedes and still drove away, cursing about the broken windshield all the blood he was getting in its fancy interior.

Sasaki Kojiro was taking a stroll through the Gameroom, minding his own business, confidently putting one foot in front of the other. He was quickly becoming a power figure in this entire situation. For the most part, people had been listening to him more than even the Chief of Police, and the two people he had gone after hardest were now six feet under. He figured if he could just keep up his intuition then his enemies would fall.

He wasn’t worried about dying, either. Sasaki, see, had everything planned out. He was a high-profile figure in every day’s voting, making sure never to look *too* noble while crusading loudly. No, Sasaki would always have that air of shiftiness about him, ensuring that both he would never die at night while at the same never looking too shifty to be lynched in any of the voting phases. Yes, Sasaki was sitting pretty, confident in both his day and night positions.

This would prove to be a fatal assumption.

Sasaki continued walking through the Gameroom, his thoughts slowly shifting from random snippets of life to the town’s current state and its strategy for the next couple of days. He barely noticed the nude unicyclist, juggling as always, pedaling by and then actually stopping, staring at him. Since this was the first time that Sasaki could recall the unicyclist doing anything other than pedaling and juggling, he turned to make conversation.

“Hello,” Sasaki said, for the first time slightly unsure of what to say or do next, “Uh, nice day, isn’t it? So how are you holding up through all this?”

The nude unicyclist seemed to ignore this, instead staring straight at Sasaki. “You,” he said, “You are the leader of the town.”

Slightly perturbed, Sasaki continued to stumble over his words. “Well, uh, not technically… I mean shlin is our Chief of Police and all… I suppose you could say the town’s been following me for the most part, but I don’t see how that really constitutes being ‘leader’…”

“You are the leader of the town,” the nude unicyclist repeated.

“Uh… well… okay fine, I’m the leader of the town,” Sasaki replied.

The nude unicyclist’s eyes widened. “YOU LEAD US ALL INTO THE GRAVE!” he boomed in an unearthly monotone. His facial expression turned back to normal, as did his voice. “Engage primary arsenal!” he commanded, to an unknown entity.

Instantly, there was a whirring sound. After a second, Sasaki saw two submachine guns spring out of the unicycle’s handlebars. After another second, he heard the unmistakable sound of ammunition, probably automatically, being loaded into both guns.

Crying in surprise, Sasaki dove to the ground. Luckily, his reflexes, honed from years of playing Shogun: Total War multiplayer, did not abandon him at the critical moment and he was fast enough to dodge the initial salvo of bullets directed his way.

“YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE JUSTICE SO EASILY!” the unicyclist boomed, and adjusted his handlebars to Sasaki’s new position. This time, he pulled the trigger and held it down. Sasaki crawled around in a circle, just managing to stay an inch ahead of the unending spray of bullets that would end his life. It went like that for a while, with Sasaki occasionally changing his motion path to throw off the unicyclist. All the while, he was gradually increasing his distance away from the stationary unicycle, searching for an escape.

“I need to buy some time,” he said to himself, and looking around, grabbed three small rocks. Gripping them in his good hand, he winged them right at his attacker as hard as he could.

“Target practice,” the unicyclist chuckled to himself, and calmly took his aim off Sasaki to fire at the rocks and made them explode into dust. But after that was done, he refocused on Sasaki and cursed. His prey was already on his feet and about to enter a car which (extremely conveniently) had its keys in the ignition.

The unicyclist shot out the driver’s side window, and the passenger’s side too as there was nothing to block the bullets’ path, but Sasaki stayed down and managed to start the car without taking any damage. A second later the unicyclist saw the car’s steering wheel club flying out the window, coming right at him, and had to readjust his aim to shoot that out of the air as well. In the time he had lost, Sasaki had adjusted himself into a drivable position and was already jamming on the gas, speeding away from the unicyclist.

“Phew, that was a close call!” he said to himself, driving away. “He’ll never be able to pedal as fast as this bad boy.”

“Engage thusters,” the unicyclist said. “Mark One.”

Thirty seconds later, Sasaki gasped as he saw a unicycle coming up fast in his rearview mirror. A couple of seconds after that, the unicycle was close enough where Sasaki could see its driver, gritting his teeth, pulling the triggers on both handlebars.

Sasaki ducked, again just in time. A storm of glass descended on the car’s interior, this time from the front and rear windshields being shot out, and a second later the rearview mirror itself. Sasaki lied face down on the chair, head tilted up, legs leaning against the chair’s back but careful not to have any part exposed. Both of his hands had a death grip on the steering wheel, although for a second one of them left it in order to jam the “cruise control” button. He could still see where he was going, but barely. Bullets whizzed by all around him. He heard a loud “ding” as one of them connected with his chair back’s support beam.

“Stalemate,” Sasaki exhaled as he tried to see where he was going.

The unicyclist took out his juggling balls and pressed a secret button on one of them, a second later chucking it at the car ahead.

There was a loud explosion, and Sasaki felt his car being lifted into the air from the blast. Luckily, it managed to stay upright and a second later it came crashing to the ground. Sasaki, not wearing a seat belt, hit his back on the car’s ceiling and then fell back to the chair, only his death grip on the steering wheel keeping him from totally losing control.

“If I die, my last wish is to know who the *#%! makes this crazy unicycle!” he yelled to the air, in frustration.

The unicyclist threw his next juggling ball/bomb on an angle, and it worked. This time, the car was lifted in the air and did several sideways flips before finally crashing, upside-down, on the side of the road. Sasaki slowly crawled out, moaning. He was sure he had broken a couple of bones and he was bleeding from several wounds.

He quickly changed from moaning to screaming as he felt a hand grip his wrist. Barely aware of what was happening, he felt himself being dragged along the road as the unicyclist rocketed on. He heard the unicyclist say “Engage thrusters, Mark Two.” Suddenly the terrible feeling of being dragged along at a high speed was gone, replaced by one of being rocketed in the air. Somehow the unicyclist’s rockets were so powerful that they had all left the ground!

Sasaki looked down, gulping. Despite his injured state he was still able to clearly conceptualize the road, the other cars, the trees getting smaller and smaller as the unicycle got higher in the air. Over the sound of the air resistance, he was able to hear the unicyclist speak.

“You lead us all to the grave!” the unicyclist shouted again, staring straight ahead into the sky, his hand maintaining an iron grip on Sasaki’s wrist despite everything. “But no longer! I take matters in my own hands to lead us back into the light!”

“Don’t know… what… you’re talking about…” Sasaki wheezed. “Please… let me down…”

The unicyclist paid no attention to Sasaki’s pleas. “WITH THIS, I TAKE US FROM THE DARKNESS OF ETERNAL OBLIVION INTO THE GLORIOUS LIGHT!!!” Finally, he let go.

Sasaki fell, screaming all the way down until his body finally exploded on impact with the ground. Meanwhile, the unicyclist made a smooth landing, put some clothes on, and put his unicycle away.

As you can see, I can provide entertainment both in the whimsimically fantastic manner that tickles your fancy, as well as the gritty realism that such a setting as Fatlington demands. In the end, I know you'll make the right choice. :deal:

[Reenk Roink]

You can certainly kill people in interesting ways, but are you a townie? :smash: Reveal please.

edit: just realized because I revealed, anyone can copy my townie PM.... :laugh4:

[GeneralHankerchief]

That and the fact that the Townie PM was public for all to see beforehand. :laugh4:

[Reenk Roink]

That and the fact that the Townie PM was public for all to see beforehand. :laugh4:

It's different from mine though. I'm legit, you're might not be. :2thumbsup:

[GeneralHankerchief]

You're absolutely right, I might not be. :yes:

[Crazed Rabbit]

Well, no one's voting for me, so
Unselect: Crazed Rabbit
Select: Reenk

I offer him my official endorsement for zaniness. As for gritty realism - who here needs to be reminded of the Barzini mob back in Capo I? Back then, we had plenty of grit, but also whimsical plans involving filling a target's home with grain dust then shooting a flaming tennis ball into it, causing the whole house to explode!

Though it's odd they're arguing using examples of them killing townies.

CR

[Moros]

Unvote: abstain
Vote: Reenk

As it's clear he's a towny. And might just get murdered because of that. Also it can't hurt to have an extra towny to be safe.

[a completely inoffensive name]

Select: AVSM

[White_eyes:D]

Bring back "The Wanax":2thumbsup:
Or whatever odd thing Reenk is bringing to the table..:laugh4:
My favorite write-up...
Reen Roink was walking his dog down the street, enjoying all the new Christmas lights that had been put up. He was too engulfed with the Christmas lights to notice the red dot on his chest. Luckily there was someone there to point it out too him.
He heard someone screaming "Reenk, Watch Out! There is a red dot on your chest! It’s the Sniper!!!"

The man threw Reenk Roink what appeared to be a bulletproof vest, and he put it on without much thought. Not noticing that it was a vest covered with C-4 explosives!

It was too late to take off the vest though, the button was pushed, and Reenk Roink went KABLOOEE!
A laser pointer and a fedora was found at the scene of the crime...

[atheotes]

Unvote: abstain
Vote: Reenk

As it's clear he's a towny. And might just get murdered because of that. Also it can't hurt to have an extra towny to be safe.

or he could get recruited...

unselect, select: Reenk he gave more examples than GH and i did not read any of them :laugh4:

[discovery1]

Woah, we're supposed to be doing stuff already.

Select: Reenk
Seems like your resume works out for the town.

[pevergreen]

Select: Reenk of the Roink

Need we say more?

[Tratorix]

Select: Reenk Roink. Might as well elect someone entertaining, it's not like director is really a crucial post at this stage of the game.

[Craterus]

Select: Craterus

Since there's clearly no shame in voting for oneself.

[Iskander 3.1]

I offer kittens.

Select: AVSM

Kittens are good. Plus you could use some cheering up after your Whitecaps lost to my Timbers.

Select: AVSM

[Splitpersonality]

Select: GH, none better to lead us.

[ULC]

Select: Reenk Roink

If the day is serious, and so is the night, there needs to be a break between the two, otherwise it becomes monotonous.

[Joooray]

Well I'm one of those flock guys ... so always going with the crowd! :yes:

Select : Reenk Roink it is then.

[Myrddraal]

Flock guy = Bandwagoneer
Lurking User = Lurking Mafia?

Just thought I'd start those empty accusations going.

PS. Hello Joooray ~:wave:

PPS. Although; is pointing out a self confessed frequent band wagon victim all that empty?

[Centurion1]

Select: Reenk roink

It will be entertaining at least

[Joooray]

Flock guy = Bandwagoneer
Lurking User = Lurking Mafia?

Just thought I'd start those empty accusations going.

PS. Hello Joooray ~:wave:

I know it was a mistake to be posting in this first round as a complete and utter new being. :sweatdrop: :laugh4:

But let me asure that I'm entirly harmless. :yes:

And yes, Hello to you, too. ~:wave:

[DisgruntledGoat]

Well I don't know to many here so I'll put up the only guy that I am familiar with

Select: Askthepizzaguy

[a completely inoffensive name]

Well I don't know to many here so I'll put up the only guy that I am familiar with

I am ACIN. I probably will be lynched first when the first victim is found dead by an overdose of spam.

[slashandburn]

Lol, those are hillarious
Unselect:GH,Select Reenk Roink

[shlin28]

Yer guys want credentials? Pah, let us not forget that it was I who thought up the most fantasticly amazing execution method ever - Sharks with frickin' lasers filled with fireworks being fired from cannons towards the lynchee in midair, who then fall into an exploding salt house.

:clown:

Also, I like to add, that I have no principles and do not actually care for fair competition.

Unselect: abstain
Select: shlin28

[shlin28]

Forgot to bold the votes, oops.

Unselect: abstain
Select: shlin28

[Proletariat]

I'd like to see Reenk holding court on day one, mainly because he was such a great Barzini buddy, along with Crazed. But this is also a good reason not to have him up there yet.

Select: Prole Why not

[Crazed Rabbit]

Your Attention Please!

I'd like to direct your eyeballs to the second post in this thread, which is now one picture longer. :yes:

CR

[Proletariat]

Nicely done, Crazed!

Unselect: Prole
Select: Esteemed Artiste Crazed Rabbit

[Double A]

vote: GH

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Just a quick note to say that I was VERY happy with the drawing CR was willing to do for me. He gets the "film noire" feel of Capo and makes it come alive. Thanks again Rabbit!

[gibsonsg91921]

Butt kissing scum... Haha jk. Good work!

[naut]

Select: shinseikhaan

[Haudegen]

Select: GH

[Beefy187]

Select: Reenk Roink

Ja! :yes:

[scotchedpommes]

Select: Vacant

[Joe Monks]

Looks like Reenk is going to be director.

In order to curry favor... Select: Reenk Roink

[Death is yonder]

Select: Reenk

Funny write ups at the very least, :smash:

[CountArach]

A man in a large trenchcoat and a rather out of place cap, of a type rarely seen in sophisticated circles such as these, steps forward from the crowd. "My name is Arach Dhaugazvili," at this point many eyebrows were raised as the man spoke with a broad Yankee accent, yet Arach appeared not to notice, "and I think we need strong leadership at a time like this. The man we call General Hankerchief can provide that." He took up the ballot that was offered to him from a rather perplexed policeman and scrawled two words on it:

Select: GeneralHankerchief

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Don't expect me to RP everything...

[The Stranger]

this game is going waaaay to slow... where is the treason, the action, the suspicion, the controversy!?!

[CountArach]

this game is going waaaay to slow... where is the treason, the action, the suspicion, the controversy!?!
Unselect: GH
Select: TS

[GeneralHankerchief]

this game is going waaaay to slow... where is the treason, the action, the suspicion, the controversy!?!

You will get all of that and more if you make me your Director.

[CountArach]

You will get all of that and more if you make me your Director.
Unselect: TS
Select: GH

[Csargo]

You will get all of that and more if you make me your Director.

Is that a promise?

[shlin28]

Pah, I made that promise in the 2nd post in the game!

...

Yeah... I'm getting desperate. :sweatdrop:

[Csargo]

Pah, I made that promise in the 2nd post in the game!

...

Yeah... I'm getting desperate. :sweatdrop:

Really? :2thumbsup: If I vote for you what will you give me in return. I DEMAND PAYMENT!!!:soapbox:

Unvote:RR
Vote:shlin28

[The Stranger]

I will promis chaos, death, destruction, controversy, songs and much more... oh and candy... if you elect my director!

they say I am a radical they say I am an idealist
they say I am chasing mirror images of ghosts
that don't exist I say they have graffiti in their eyes
that they are hypocrite cowards with a disguise
I say they are sheeps and the reason of our demise

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

they think I am a crazy man that I am a terrorist
they think I am a demon and they can drive me out
with an exorcist I think they are crazy to believe
I won't speak that they are the misguided masters
I think they are the butchers of all that is weak

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

they say I am an alcoholic they say I am the catalyst
of all our wars they say I am but a rebel without cause
they say I am Satan's son I say they are nature's freaks
who never should have been born that they are the thorn
sticking out my side I say they bleed everything dry

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

they think I am a raving maniac that I am an anarchist
they think I am the living embodiement of the antichrist
and should be killed I think they are scared shitless
I think they use terror to control the brainless mass
that they subdue innocent children with fear and gas

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

I say I am a sinner and a saint I say I am a solypsist
I say I am an angel who clutches the worlds miracles
in his fists they say they are moral gods who defend
our society against the lunacy of wretched men they say
that they stand for the people who live in their land

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

I think I am the scourge of God I think I am a perfectionist
I think I am the omnipotent leader of this revolution
and a master strategist they think they know what's wrong
and right that they are the guardians of the holy light
they think they are phrophets who'll rise to unknown heights

and we keep calling each other names while nothing
ever changes you'd think we would have it all fixed
by now but everyone is still a stranger to himself

[Twilightblade]

ahhhh so much reading so soon

Select: Reenk

[pevergreen]

"So much reading"?

Its been just over 100 posts. This is slooow.

But then again, so are youuuuuuu. :tongue:

Regardless, Reenk for President!

[johnhughthom]

Unselect, Select: GH

For his superior Sasaki killing.

[Skooma Addict]

Select: Ask The Pizza Guy

Why? Because if he doesn't find the mafia in 30 minutes or less, it's free.

[Gaius Scribonius Curio]

Select: Curio :laugh4:

On a more serious note, Reenk is usually hilarious. So...

Unselect: Curio; Select: Reenk Roink

[The Stranger]

Select: Ask The Pizza Guy

Why? Because if he doesn't find the mafia in 30 minutes or less, it's free.

bs... :whip:

[slashandburn]

Soooooo much reading..... :dizzy2:

[Beefy187]

Soooooo much reading..... :dizzy2:

You can expect twice as many posts on the first lynching round :laugh4:

[KukriKhan]

Select: Reenk Roink

1. Good writer
2. Outrageous execution scenes
3. Role PM matched mine word-for-word. 51% chance RR = townie.
4. I've always liked his userName. :)

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Selection vote concluded. Write-up later. Night PMs may start.

PMs should include "N1 orders" in subject line for clarity and record keeping. Thanks.

[Pannonian]

Sorry if I'm a little inactive for a while. My connection is extremely inconsistent at the moment, so I'll be saving the thread to my drive for offline reading, but I can't stay online for long. I'll reply to PMs when I can, but I won't be posting one post after another, not until my connection gets sorted out anyway.

[The Stranger]

DG please clear your inbox!

[Caius]

Sorry for inactiveness, I had a Final exam at uni.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Fill my eyes
O Lithium sunset
And take this lonesome burden
Of worry from my mind
Take this heartache
Of obsidian darkness
And fold my darkness
Into your yellow light
-- Lithium Sunset

Sunset Day One

Fermanagh quickly totaled up the votes.

"Out of 76, 55 of you voted. With 22 votes, you've selected Reenk Roink as your initial Director of the Committee. We'll gather here in the morning to review events and remind you all of the procedures for tomorrow evening's vote. Mr. Reenk, if you would come up here and gavel this session closed."

Reenk Roink walked steadily to the front and took the gavel. He'd told stories of past efforts and caused many on the committee to laugh. It had been enough to put him -- and his veering sense of humor -- in charge of the town's effort.

As he gaveled things to a close for this session, the committee members began to file out of the room. Night was coming to Fatlington.


Selections:

Reenk Roink = 22 (Aggonyduck, Atheotes, Beefy187, Chaotix, Crazed Rabbit, Death is Yonder, Discovery1, GSC, Joe Monks, Joooray, Kukrikhan, Leet Erickson, Lord Winter, Moros, pevergreen, scottishranger, slashandburn, Tratorix, Twilightblade, White_Eyes:D, Yaropolk, YLC).

GeneralHankerchief = 11 (askthepizzaguy, CountArach, Double A, GeneralHankerchief, Haudegen, johnhughthom, Kagemusha, Myrddraal, Sigurd, Splitpersonality, Tincow)

Shlin28 = 5 (gibsonsg9121, Ichigo, QJC, shlin28, woad&fangs)

A Very Super Market = 2 (acin, avsm)

Numerous others with one vote, mostly auto-votes.

OOC

Night Orders for Night One due 2000 Eastern on 8/9/9. Earlier preferred as it speeds the writeup. Be sure to put "N1 Orders" in the subject line to ease screening.

Reenk, you'll have to give me info on execution stuff etc. in time for writing it up at the end of day 2.

EDIT: Reminder -- all night orders must match for the mission to be carried out successfully, and all participating in a group must submit coordinating orders.

[KukriKhan]

Fill my eyes
O Lithium sunset
And take this lonesome burden
Of worry from my mind
Take this heartache
Of obsidian darkness
And fold my darkness
Into your yellow light
-- Lithium Sunset

May Lith prevail over Obsid.

Quoth the Rav, Guardian of night.

Sleep well my partners. But not too well. For treachery is afoot, already.

[The Stranger]

i might be off for the dayphase... im flying home from bangkok.

[Yaropolk]

A man in a large trenchcoat and a rather out of place cap, of a type rarely seen in sophisticated circles such as these, steps forward from the crowd. "My name is Arach Dhaugazvili," at this point many eyebrows were raised as the man spoke with a broad Yankee accent, yet Arach appeared not to notice, "and I think we need strong leadership at a time like this. The man we call General Hankerchief can provide that." He took up the ballot that was offered to him from a rather perplexed policeman and scrawled two words on it:

Select: GeneralHankerchief

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Don't expect me to RP everything...

Ugh, I hate Georgians. What are you, Stalin's nephew?

[Andres]

Hmmm...

Interesting. One of you seems awfully suspicious :inquisitive:

Yes, I'm looking at the man with no face who names himself after a foul creature (http://wot.wikia.com/wiki/Myrddraal).

[Chaotix]

Just back from vacation, sorry for missing the first round. I'll be more active now, I promise.

:yes:

[Myrddraal]

I think it's really quite telling that even the WoT wiki you referenced misspells Myrddraal in the 'Appearance' paragraph... I noticed that my name was misspelt in the players list too... :sad:

Enough speciesist remarks now.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

“The Pentangeli clan takeover was a surprise, and since they didn’t have a history with the commission they lacked some of the skills and connections needed to maintain power. As you know, they were barely in control for 15 months before New Jersey State police and the Customs G-me arrested and jailed almost all of them…”



Boooooo :thumbsdown:

Back and ready to play :2thumbsup:

[Seamus Fermanagh]

ATTENTION ALL:

1. I have had at least two requests to extend Night One. As this is the phase where most folks are still working through things, and since I have had night orders from barely half of the players, I will extend the deadline for orders to 1000 Eastern Monday 8/10/9 (1400 GMT).

Please get those night orders in, preferably with a subject line reading "N1 orders."


2. This is also to facilitate a player replacement. Imperator Invictus is unable to continue (scheduling) and FactionHeir has kindly consented to replace ImpInv.


3. Apologies, Myrddraal, for the mis-spelling. I haven't read a Wheel of Time book in 8+ months, so I'm rusty. Believe me, hand of the dark, I meant no disrespect.

[CountArach]

Ugh, I hate Georgians. What are you, Stalin's nephew?
With this accent? Nah, course not.

[Craterus]

Is it too late to send in night orders now?

EDIT: Nevermind, it's today.

[LittleGrizzly]

I have been rather busy recently and only just checked the .org and found out the game had started...

My apologies... let the action begin!

[Yaropolk]

I think it's really quite telling that even the WoT wiki you referenced misspells Myrddraal in the 'Appearance' paragraph... I noticed that my name was misspelt in the players list too... :sad:

Enough speciesist remarks now.

From the WOT wiki:


Myrddraal are the spawn of Trollocs and the taint of evil is even stronger in them.

I think "taint of evil" would make for a lovely avatar nickname for Myrddraal!

[pevergreen]

Myrddraal are the spawn of Trollocs and the taint of evil is even stronger in them.

No, no, its definately the overtone of camel, not evil.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

And it begins anew
The hatred of mankind
As it seeks to kill that which lives inside

Now we are dying,
Dying the slowest death
Held down by bonds that bind us
We breath our final breath

And it begins anew
The burning we endure
As we seek the srrength, strength to break the bonds…

From dust you were born,
And to the ashes you return….

-- Killswitch Engage


Summary of Events, Night One

As this gray day ended and the sky faded from comparative brightness of day to the growing dark of twilightt, The Stranger headed home, disappointed that his rhetoric had not captured the minds of his fellows. The Stranger mumbled to himself as he climbed the stoop to his door.

“I could have given them everything! If they sought entertainment, I would’ve given them that! If they wanted grit, I’d’ve done it! But they pick lesser men, who cannot offer either one or the other. What the deuce is a Wanax anyway? Harrumph!"

Fiddling with his keys, The Stranger opened his door and stepped through. The sap caught him neatly on the side of his head, leaving him in darkness.


Beefy187 always enjoyed his evening walks. Following the meeting, he chose to walk along the main street, Atlantic Avenue, to gauge for himself the mood Fermanagh had claimed for the Fatlings. From the murmurs and scowls he saw exchanged as he walked a half-dozen blocks, it grew apparent that Fermanagh had been right – at least about this. Beefy paused for a moment, his eyes resting on the strange pole-sword that transfixed the thin Elm tree just in front of him.

<<Wasn’t that part of the shenanigans from the last time there was a committee? Why hasn’t someone just got rid of it? Silly sort of memento to…>>

[I]Two kuni whirled in rapid succession out of the shadows under the trees of Seaside Park. The first, just missing Beefy’s neck, cut a thin line, like a shaving cut, along his jaw, thunking into the tree just below the ashenderei that Beefy had been admiring. The second, striking as Beefy began to drop prone, neatly snatched Beefy’s fedora from his head and pinned it – improbably enough – to the haft of the pole-sword itself. Beefy rolled as he dropped, but could do no more than catch a glimpse of a black-clad figure retreating quickly from the scene to the far side of Seaside Park. Only then did the Beefy’s legs turn to jelly and the shaking begin. His evening walks would never be quite so refreshing again.


Jolt, askthepizzaguy, Andres, and Dutch-guy had stopped off for a bite at a local Italian eatery near the convention center. Their tensions never quite eased as much as they had hoped, despite the excellence of the scallopini and liberal dosages of chianti. There wasn’t anything that you could point a finger at as being significant -- a periodic sense that others were nearby, a hint of something in the shadows as they’d walked to the ristorante, the unexpected convenience of 4 well-lit cabs waiting for them just as they exited the eatery – but all these little occurrences made it seem as though someone were watching over them. All’s well that ends well, but none of the four ever did totally relax.


Quintus.JC had opted out on Italian food, preferring instead to take his refreshment in liquid form at the bar at the Hotel Abbatoir. His suave style and chiseled good looks produced their usual benefits, but this evening, rather than taking up one of the proffered offers, QJC had given both of the room keys to the front desk attendant to be returned to their delightfully feminine hotel guests. Tonight his mood was too dark for such enjoyment.

Exiting the hotel, QJC turned to head up the block to where he’d parked his car. As he passed into the dimmer light beyond the reach of the hotel’s entrance, a group of trench-coated figures, hat’s low over their eyes and tommy guns held in their gloved hands stepped out of the shadows across the avenue and from between the cars parked on the far side of the hotel entrance. Qunitus ducked low and put some cover between himself and most of the shooters as long bursts erupted from the submachine guns. The firing seemed to go on forever.

All of the guns fell silent as their clips emptied more or less simultaneously, and QJC did not wait for them to have a chance to reload. He sprinted the remaining 20 feet to his car, hopped in and sped away almost before he’d had a chance to engage the ignition. Three point two seconds after turning the key, Quintus.JC was nearly half a block away and rapidly accelerating when the blast tore his car apart turning QJC and most of his car into a burning pile of junk. It would only be through dental records that his identity was formally confirmed at the autopsy.


With the pale light of “false dawn” barely brightening the sky, CountArach was already up and on the move. He intended to put his time to good use and refused to let fears get in the way of his efforts to save Fatlington. This early start was, at least this night, rewarded with horror.

As he reached the steps of City Hall on his way to the Convention Center, Arach was unlucky enough to be the first to find The Stranger.. L’Etranger, bruised and cut, was obviously dead from the single gunshot wound placed between his open eyes, locked now in a fixed stare. The Stranger had been nailed with railroad spikes to the raised plinth that held Fatlington’s statue of George Washington, his hands folded as if in prayer and the back of his trenchcoat tacked up as though they formed the wings of an angel. Two other bodies were at his feet, spiked to the steps in a position that seemed as though their corpses were bowing to that of The Stranger’s. Brownish crimson tendrils of blood connected the ghastly tableau into one coordinated scene. It took Arach a deal of effort to control his stomach.

As he fought down the urge to vomit, Arach noted a small diary sitting on the steps just below the corpses. He read the words carefully written inside in a small, neat hand.

<Part 1

I waited calmly as The Stranger went to his door, fiddling with his keys. Brightly they shone in the darkness, how lusterless in comparison where The Stranger’s thoughts as he mumbled to himself. Calmly, I took to my feet and laid him low, rendering the fool unconscious, and tied him up, and dragged him from his home, to the place in which he, and others, would await their judgment.

Part 2

Go forth I did again that night, to find Charlie Frick, busy ordering a burger and fries, and I entered the dinner and sat down across from him. At first, he was perplexed, and began to ask many questions, but I assuaged his fears and soon we began to speak quite plainly to one another. For an hour and so did we talk, until I invited him to follow me home, and so he did with much a glint in his eye and a smile upon his face.

As we walked arm in arm to my car, I paused but a moment to remove a scrap of cloth from my handbag and proceeded to cover Charlie’s face with it. But for a moment he struggled, finally succumbing to the vapors of the cloth, and I did drag his body to the car with some effort, so heavy was he.

And off I drove again to the appointed place, whence his judgment would begin.

Part 3

And so the final piece was to be collected, and it was from his slumber that Helmut Frack awakened to see me at the foot of his bed. Fear welled in him as he gazed upon my masked visage, and so did he scream and begin to put up a fight, but only become entangled in his own sheets. Falling to the floor, Helmut let cowardice overcome him and he began to cry for mercy and god.

In that moment, I was overcome with pity, and nearly left him there. But my duty overcame my pity, and it was so that I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him off, out into his hallway, through his parlor, and out his front door. Try as he might, he could not wrest himself from me and run to the safety of his home.

"Please, I beg of you! For the love of God, do not kill me! I beg forgiveness!"

At his words I could do naught but box him across the ears to silence him as I threw him into the back of my car, to drive him to the appointed place. His sobbing was the only sound to be heard as I drove into the night.

Part 4

I set about readying my captive’s judgment, waking them from their slumber. They were surprised to see each other, and remarked to one another that I, their captor was the last person they had seen. Before they could explore their captivity more, I made myself known to them from on high.

"Stranger, you promised death, chaos, and destruction, you spoke of harming the town as if it was a game. These minions of yours always cheered your words in the coffee house, deeming them “poetic” instead of blasphemous. You wished to set about events so that none could trust each other, and satiate their fears each day with spectacle. You all claim that which you shall not deliver, except unto yourselves. Before you are weapons of war, forged by man - it is with your own hand that you must now select one of those weapons, and kill those among you for the safety of the flock."

"He who has purged the others of life, shall be set free to live again, having earned their redemption. I shall watch from here, to insure that all goes as planned."

And so after a tense moment, those in the pit picked up the knives left for their use in the cargo hold, and attacked each other with much fervor. The fight lasted but for a few moments, until the screams of two men had died down, and the victor came into the light, awash with blood and eyes filled with shock and emptiness.

"And so you have won your redemption," I did say, "And so you will now understand what it means to be redeemed, and how lucky thou art - but many who are first now will be last, and many who are last now will be first."

A thunderous crack more, and my Mosin-Nagant M1930 settled as The Stranger fell to the deck, and then did I go and collect them from the interior of the ship.>

Fermanagh’s officers were able to quickly confirm the identities of the two victims who’d died, apparently at The Stranger’s own soon-to-be-dead hands. Both men were Fatlings of long tenure, though not members of the Committee, and were known associates of The Stranger in better times.

Morning Meeting, Day Two

“…and after CountArach showed us the diary he’d found at the scene we were able to quickly confirm their identities. We’re still looking for the ship where the events unfolded, but as you might expect, we’re not counting on any useable evidence.”

Commissioner Fermanagh paused and looked toward the committee. He continued.

“As you are aware, today is our first committee vote. I urge you to do you best – or we’re all in for more horror stories to come. I’ll now turn you over to Reenk Roink for his review of the rules and procedures for the evening session….”



OOC


Attacked: Beefy187 (n1),

Killed: Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1),

Lynched:

Wogged:


1. Day Two session now begins. Votes for lynchee of choice must be completed no later than 1400 Eastern, 8/11/9 (1800 GMT). Please be careful of vote formatting etc. and a tally would be helpful.

2. My condolences to the quickly dead. PLEASE remember the correct behavior for the dead as noted in the rules as you seek your vengeance. Most of the problems in previous Capo games came from dead player miscues and I sincerely hope that we can avoid that this time. Thanks.

3. Investigation results etc. will follow by PM over the next few hours as time permits.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Opps. Editing the previous post did not generate an "unread" status. This'll bump it and I'll post new in future.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

None of these seem to be mafia kills, since there are no calling cards. Were jolt, pizza, andres and dutch guy protected?

[woad&fangs]

Vote: DutchGuy

So what exactly did you end up doing last night?:inquisitive:

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Vote:woad&fangs

[Kagemusha]

Vote:woad&fangs

Why?

[scottishranger]

a group of trench-coated figures

This makes me think it is a vigilant group. Which means we have some rogue townies on the loose...

[Sigurd]

The last kill got my attention.
Quite verbose and written in a King James version biblical style, all though not as well as KJV.


"I assuaged his fears".

The Q.JC kill does display a command of advanced English. Are we to assume that the killers wrote these descriptions? I can't really recall from the last game.
My gut feeling says native English speaker, but there is a feel over the text that makes me think it is tailored to seem amateurish.

[TinCow]

The Q.JC kill does display a command of advanced English. Are we to assume that the killers wrote these descriptions? I can't really recall from the last game.

In the last game, I think Seamus wrote many of the kills himself, but also accepted suggestions on the details and perhaps even complete write-ups. I remember for some of the town vig kills that I organized, I asked him to have people dress in armor, as Batman, etc. and he complied in the write-up, but with the narration his own. I think we'll have to consider the possibility that some are written by Seamus, some are written by Seamus with player input, and some are written purely by other players.

I agree the last one is interesting. The formatting, especially the use of "Part 1", etc. combined with the opening and closing < >s, makes me think it might have been written exclusively by a player, not Seamus.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

In the last game, I think Seamus wrote many of the kills himself, but also accepted suggestions on the details and perhaps even complete write-ups. I remember for some of the town vig kills that I organized, I asked him to have people dress in armor, as Batman, etc. and he complied in the write-up, but with the narration his own. I think we'll have to consider the possibility that some are written by Seamus, some are written by Seamus with player input, and some are written purely by other players.

Your supposition is correct, though I always reserve the right of final editing so as to keep my narrative cohesive and keep the game playable. I try to use as much of the material provided me or as many of the suggestions made to me as possible -- it is all of youse's game as much as it is mine.

[scottishranger]

L’Etranger

We also have the use of French in the kill description. This has to be a player addition, as why else would Seamus include that?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: Reenk

Vengeance will be mine, priest-king.

[LittleGrizzly]

Does the fact ATPG, Andres, Jolt and DutchGuy were doing something else mean we can at least confirm they aren't any of the killers from last night ?

Vote Abstain for the moment...

[White_eyes:D]

I am going to guess that CountArach was investigating "The Stranger" because he is the one who found him?? or was it just write-up purposes??:inquisitive:

Edit: and I also noticed that Beefy was wearing a Fedora....wither that means anything is not in my area of guessing..:shrug:

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I am going to guess that CountArach was investigating "The Stranger" because he is the one who found him?? or was it just write-up purposes??:inquisitive:

Edit: and I also noticed that Beefy was wearing a Fedora....wither that means anything is not in my area of guessing..:shrug:


unvote,vote:white_eyes

for role fishing and sounding scummy in his edit.

[Lord Winter]

Vote: Cratuerus

What were those night orders you wanted in yesterday?

[Jolt]

Through the write-up it suggests that us four were investigated, more than anything. I suppose Seamus put us four together to write a single phrase about the investigations, rather than writing a phrase per investigation.

[Lord Winter]

Also I wouldn't rule out the Stranger as a mafia hit. The staking and diraries could all be calling cards. In addition I would say that Jolt, askthepizzaguy, Andres, and Dutch-guy were all seperate protection targets. In conclusion I would guess we had 4-5 protection teams active, 1-3 Vigillante groups and possibly an independent power role or mafia last night.

[Kagemusha]

Vote: Cratuerus

What were those night orders you wanted in yesterday?

Can you share more about this to the rest of us?

[scottishranger]

Also I wouldn't rule out the Stranger as a mafia hit. The staking and diraries could all be calling cards. In addition I would say that Jolt, askthepizzaguy, Andres, and Dutch-guy were all seperate protection targets. In conclusion I would guess we had 4-5 protection teams active, 1-3 Vigillante groups and possibly an independent power role or mafia last night.

Im inclined to believe that Strangers death might have been a serial killing. The diary makes it seem like that to me.

[seireikhaan]

Vote: Craterus

Lord Winter, please do tell of this if he will not.

[Yaropolk]

Vote ScottishRanger

You're still the Capo aren't you? Seriously though, sounds like mafia trying to sell their night story as SK.

[atheotes]

Only decent lead we seem to have is Lord Winter's post...lets see if he can elaborate..

till then, Vote:Abstain

[Splitpersonality]

"And so you have won your redemption," I did say, "And so you will now understand what it means to be redeemed, and how lucky thou art - but many who are first now will be last, and many who are last now will be first."

A thunderous crack more, and my Mosin-Nagant M1930 settled as The Stranger fell to the deck, and then did I go and collect them from the interior of the ship.>



The mosin-nagant is the iconic weapon of Russia, it was the AK before the AK, except bolt action.

Just an observation.

[Askthepizzaguy]

vote: abstain for now. Tally:

Craterus: 2 (Lord Winter, Shinseikhaan)
Dutchguy: 1 (woad&fangs)
White_Eyes: 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)
Reenk Roink: 1 (GeneralHankerchief)
Scottishranger: 1 (Yaropolk)

Abstain: LittleGrizzly, atheotes, Askthepizzaguy

[Chaotix]

Interesting...

Vote: Abstain

I'm not going to put down a vote until it actually matters during this round. Right now we are throwing around random accusations- when we get a set of clear targets for the lynch, I'll make a decision.

[scottishranger]

Vote ScottishRanger

You're still the Capo aren't you? Seriously though, sounds like mafia trying to sell their night story as SK.

Hardly. Im trying to figure out who did these murders and Im just thinking outloud. if you read the death scene, especially this


The Stranger had been nailed with railroad spikes to the raised plinth that held Fatlington’s statue of George Washington, his hands folded as if in prayer and the back of his trenchcoat tacked up as though they formed the wings of an angel.

It sounds as if it is a religious killing. I would equate that with a serial killer. Remember the Weatherballoon serial killer last Capo? This could be something similiar.

[Splitpersonality]

Oh and Vote:Abstain, as I see no one to vote for that is logical atm.

[Iskander 3.1]

Vote: Abstain for now, may change later.

Being a Capo rookie, can you explain what the Weatherballoon SK was all aboot?

[Chaotix]

Hardly. Im trying to figure out who did these murders and Im just thinking outloud. if you read the death scene, especially this



It sounds as if it is a religious killing. I would equate that with a serial killer. Remember the Weatherballoon serial killer last Capo? This could be something similiar.

This, and the fact that the killer was clearly both narcissistic and psychotic, and that he made the three captured men fight each other with knives to survive, and then killed the winner anyway, makes it seem very much like a serial killer to me as well.

[Jolt]

Vote: Abstain

[GeneralHankerchief]

There were two serial killers in Capo II. One of them, the Weather Balloon killer, was a kind of "fun/psychotic" role who selected his victims based off a trigger in the thread (in that case, it was players proclaiming their innocence). He believed that "only God is innocent" and naturally took offense to anyone else claiming innocence, and thus perfection. It looks like we may have something of a repeat of that here.

[scottishranger]

The weatherballon SK(Played by Hiji) was a special killer who automatically killed anyone who said the phrase "Im innocent" in the discussion thread. A couple of nights, he made more than one kill, leading people to think that he was some utra-powerful mafia.

[Andres]

Vote : Myrddraal

More of a gut feeling, really.

Dutch_guy was protected last night by me, The Stranger and Moros. The result of the protection was "inconclusive"; probably because The Stranger got killed.

[Jolt]

Vote : Myrddraal

More of a gut feeling, really.

Dutch_guy was protected last night by me, The Stranger and Moros. The result of the protection was "inconclusive"; probably because The Stranger got killed.

Well, quite frankly, I have the gut feeling that you guys would start to assassinate people so you could create your own Benelux Mafia. In the hindsight, it's best that you are reduced to 3 people to prevent you guys from doing anything which might harm townies.

[White_eyes:D]

The weatherballon SK(Played by Hiji) was a special killer who automatically killed anyone who said the phrase "Im innocent" in the discussion thread. A couple of nights, he made more than one kill, leading people to think that he was some utra-powerful mafia.

Well now I am going with the OJ Simpson phase "Maybe I did, Maybe I didn't...I am going to go find out":bounce:

[Andres]

Well, quite frankly, I have the gut feeling that you guys would start to assassinate people so you could create your own Benelux Mafia. In the hindsight, it's best that you are reduced to 3 people to prevent you guys from doing anything which might harm townies.

Yes, and that's exactly why we chose to protect somebody :rolleyes:

EDIT: at least we have an alibi for last night. What were you up to last night?

[TinCow]

Dutch_guy was protected last night by me, The Stranger and Moros. The result of the protection was "inconclusive"; probably because The Stranger got killed.

This is interesting due to what it indicates about the write-ups. Last night I protected CountArach. I haven't received my results PM yet, but I'm positive that neither of my partners showed up (one did not check his PMs to get the orders, the other gave a plausible excuse for not participating after I had submitted mine). I've scoured the write-up for some indication of why CountArach was listed, but couldn't see one. Since Dutch_guy seems to have appeared due to you protecting him, I suspect CountArach appeared because I protected him.

That would mean that Jolt, askthepizzaguy, and Andres may also have been the targets of actions of some kind last night. Worth keeping in mind for future write-ups.

[Quintus.JC]

Gah... killed in night one. :sweatdrop:

The person that knocked off The Stranger and the others appear to be a female, how much relevance it has to the game I do not know. :shrug:

[Yaropolk]

Last night I sent in orders to protect ATPG with DIY and splitpersonality. Results came back inconclusive. Maybe one of DIY or Split didn't send in orders. What do you have to say for yourselves?

[Splitpersonality]

I also received something about the result being inconclusive, my belief is that DiY did not send in his set.

[GeneralHankerchief]

IIRC, if you get an inconclusive result, it just means your person wasn't attacked that night.

[Yaropolk]

The mosin-nagant is the iconic weapon of Russia, it was the AK before the AK, except bolt action.

Just an observation.

The Nagant was designed by a french firearms company of the same name and became standard issue in imperial Russia. Combined with the L'Etranger reference, I think Stranger's killer is posing as a Frenchman.

[Splitpersonality]

True, and that is a possibility.


But why?

[TinCow]

The Nagant was designed by a french firearms company of the same name and became standard issue in imperial Russia. Combined with the L'Etranger reference, I think Stranger's killer is posing as a Frenchman.

Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosin-Nagant) disagrees with you. It appears to be almost an entirely Russian/Soviet weapon, with Nagant having little to do with the actual production. In any case, it says that Nagant was Belgian, not French.

[Jolt]

Yes, and that's exactly why we chose to protect somebody :rolleyes:

EDIT: at least we have an alibi for last night. What were you up to last night?

Oh, I'm sure you were protecting him for some special reason, no doubt. My bet is that he can investigate. As for myself, I was protected for some special reason as well.

[FactionHeir]

vote: Beefy

Surviving an attack is very untownie like.

[seireikhaan]

vote: Beefy

Surviving an attack is very untownie like.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but were there not some townies in the last capo that were deemed "lucky" or some such and could survive a kill?

[Lord Winter]

I was refering to this post (https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showpost.php?p=2310343&postcount=126) for my cartuerus vote. I know it's not alot but it's the first round.


Is it too late to send in night orders now?

EDIT: Nevermind, it's today.

[Diana Abnoba]

Vote: Abstain for now

[slashandburn]

I'm voting Abstain for now until somone proves something.

[El Diablo]

Vote Abstain

I still have not recieved any confirmation that my protection group worked from our host.

Does "inconclusive" mean that everyone got their order in but the person was not attacked and if not all the group got the order in there is no result pm?

[Myrddraal]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but were there not some townies in the last capo that were deemed "lucky" or some such and could survive a kill?

Yes.

About our supposed serial killer. I can't really remember that well, but I think I remember that the previous game's serial kills were of a reasonable length (i.e. not too long). My feeling is that a lot of effort has gone into that kill write up. A lot more than a busy game host would have time for. It also has the feel of a personalised kill.

Would a serial killer go to such great lengths? It seems to me that the only person who could be motivated to write such an elaborately crafted descriptions, with plenty of little red herring details to confuse and mislead is someone who wants to pass off the kill as the work of another. I propose that this kill was a mafia hit, and the mafia would really quite like us to think it was a serial killer.

[DJGingivitis]

vote: abstain

Trying to find something concrete to put my vote on.

EditL Also the kuni are an odd choice of weapons. Possible a signature.

[FactionHeir]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but were there not some townies in the last capo that were deemed "lucky" or some such and could survive a kill?

Hmmm I just found and read the last capo thread. You are right, people could get the lucky trait to survive night kills. However, both town, neutral and mafia had this ability so I guess it doesn't really mean much.

[Tratorix]

Vote: abstain. I'll hold off voting for a bit. The mafia were fairly inactive last night. I'm assuming they can investigate like they could last Capo? I would be odd for them to just waste a night of kills.

[Myrddraal]

Some more thoughts:

There's a large number of people abstaining. Worse yet, there are people abstaining without giving any other comment (I'm looking at you Jolt). Sounds like intentional lurking to me. A vote by the uninformed masses is random at worst. A vote by the informed minority always suits them.

The trenchcoat kill bears the hallmarks of a vigilante kill attempt, but perhaps that vigilante kill attempt failed but was quickly followed by a mafia kill which succeeded (the bomb in the car).

"Three point two seconds after turning the key, Quintus.JC was nearly half a block away and rapidly accelerating when the blast"

3.2 seconds makes it sound like a separate attempt to the tommy guns. What do we gain from knowing that there are vigilantes afoot? It invalidates group alibis, such as Andres' "Dutch_guy was protected last night by me, The Stranger and Moros." since that group could just as easily be the vigilantes/wise guys, hoping to gain innocent status.

Whatever the case, Andres claims a night action, which shows that none of those eating out last night are excluded from carrying out other actions that night.

My final point is more of a gut feeling really, but I couldn't help but notice the two votes for AVSM during chairman selection. If I remember correctly AVSM self voted, which was followed by a vote for him by ACIN.

If both AVSM and ACIN are mafia in the same family, maybe with AVSM as don, it might seem an easy mistake to make for ACIN to vote for his boss without thinking that it would identify him. This would seem particularly likely since AVSM seemed like an unpopular option.

I've got nothing better to go with for now, so I will Vote: AVSM

[Andres]

Yes.

About our supposed serial killer. I can't really remember that well, but I think I remember that the previous game's serial kills were of a reasonable length (i.e. not too long). My feeling is that a lot of effort has gone into that kill write up. A lot more than a busy game host would have time for. It also has the feel of a personalised kill.

Would a serial killer go to such great lengths? It seems to me that the only person who could be motivated to write such an elaborately crafted descriptions, with plenty of little red herring details to confuse and mislead is someone who wants to pass off the kill as the work of another. I propose that this kill was a mafia hit, and the mafia would really quite like us to think it was a serial killer.

Really, I don't see why a serial killer would not put a lot of effort in his kill write-up :inquisitive:

[Seamus Fermanagh]

For your convenience, I have edited the summary thread so that post #1 now includes the rules of play and links to the previous Capo threads.

[seireikhaan]

People really need to stop abstaining and put forth real votes. Its impossible for people to get a proper judgement based on thread behavior, it cripples discussion, and it doesn't do a darn worth of good because there will be a lynch regardless of how many abstains there are. I'm sort of hoping Seamus put in a serial killer who's triggered by the first abstain.

[DJGingivitis]

Khaan. I would love to change my vote but as of right now I have no leads. I am working on who maybe the scummiest but other than that I have nothing. I would rather abstain then put my vote on a townie that would result in a kill.

[TinCow]

Digging a bit deeper, I think the killer of The Stranger is the Capo III version of the 'weather balloon' serial killer in Capo II. As GH noted, the Capo II version killed anyone who called themselves innocent. In TS's death write-up, we get this:


"Stranger, you promised death, chaos, and destruction, you spoke of harming the town as if it was a game. These minions of yours always cheered your words in the coffee house, deeming them “poetic” instead of blasphemous. You wished to set about events so that none could trust each other, and satiate their fears each day with spectacle. You all claim that which you shall not deliver, except unto yourselves. Before you are weapons of war, forged by man - it is with your own hand that you must now select one of those weapons, and kill those among you for the safety of the flock."

"He who has purged the others of life, shall be set free to live again, having earned their redemption. I shall watch from here, to insure that all goes as planned."

The first bit seems to refer specifically to this post (https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showpost.php?p=2309142&postcount=102) by TS. This would fit with a 'reverse' version of the Capo II SK, someone who kills people who call themselves guilty or somehow threaten to kill or cause violence.

The second bit is interesting in conjunction with the two nameless non-players who are found dead with TS. I suspect that this has something to do with the killing power of the SK. The way it is written seems to indicate that two of the three would die, but the third would survive. This is verified in the write-up, where one of the non-players goes free. The use of the two non-player characters seems to me to be proof that no one except TS made the proper remarks to warrant the SK's attention. Thus, TS was the only person in the scene fighting for his life. I suspect that we will always see 3 people in this scenario, and one of them will always survive.

Based on the above, I very much urge people not to make joking comments about themselves being guilty, killing others, or committing other kinds of violence. Doing so may well get you killed.

[seireikhaan]

Khaan. I would love to change my vote but as of right now I have no leads. I am working on who maybe the scummiest but other than that I have nothing. I would rather abstain then put my vote on a townie that would result in a kill.
Then make a lead. There's almost never a good lead in the first round. Yet we still lynch someone. Waiting for leads will just kill discussion. Heck, go to random.org. Assign an integer to each player. Generate random integer. Vote for said person. Besides, there are actual things to discuss, such as these protection groups, why CA was in the writeup, why TC went for a solo protection, what Craterus was doing last night, etc...

[Moros]

The_stranger gets killed. He has french in it and references to Belgians we say. It almost seems as someone is trying to point towards me or Andres. TS would not be an unlikely kill, for both of us as well. hmm. It would be someone who would probably know us a bit so the obvious thing, except for poiting at me and Andres would be pointing at Dutch_guy. However who attacks people who are protecting him. He could obviously use us pretty well, by making us believe that he was towny. So it sounds not very convincing. That and the fact that we know dutch_guy for subtleness. If Louis, was playing I'd be thinking of him. But that seems not to be the case. Craterus is close with TS, maybe he used is insight on us?

Jolt and Diana also knew we were working together. Just as I knew they were. But then again that was obvious from communication on user profile, and logical as they form a little freind's group as well. Have I told and trusted them too much?

From an objective side of thing I'd consider this the more probable suspects, though I'm afraid I'm only helping the real killer by putting attention away from him. Either way list on the possible French/Belgian killer:
-Me
-Andres
-Dutch_guy
-Craterus?
-Diana
-Pizza
-Jolt

However this paragraph looks almost like an alibi:

Jolt, askthepizzaguy, Andres, and Dutch-guy had stopped off for a bite at a local Italian eatery near the convention center. Their tensions never quite eased as much as they had hoped, despite the excellence of the scallopini and liberal dosages of chianti. There wasn’t anything that you could point a finger at as being significant -- a periodic sense that others were nearby, a hint of something in the shadows as they’d walked to the ristorante, the unexpected convenience of 4 well-lit cabs waiting for them just as they exited the eatery – but all these little occurrences made it seem as though someone were watching over them. All’s well that ends well, but none of the four ever did totally relax.

So that leaves:
Me, Diana and craterus. However I find the latter (craterus) rather unprobable. I personally know that it wasn't me, so I'll vote Diana. Sorry girl, nothing personal. But though it's not a particular strong case, yet it's better than letting someone else die without any reason behind it.

Oh wait, I just realised that Diana was part of the Jolt, protection group. Jolt did you, or your partner, get any protection night results? If they are affirmative and Diana remained in the protection group, that leaves me and Craterus. Now for Craterus I have almost no case. SO that leaves me. Hmmm perhaps for my own sake, I shouldn't post this. But anyway maybe someone sees a flaw in my logic or might be able to take it further so I'll post it anyway. Who knows it might come in handy at a latter time. And if it kills me, well, at least noone with a special role has died.

In this case, I'll guess I'm doing a vote: abstain

[Andres]

Some more thoughts:

There's a large number of people abstaining. Worse yet, there are people abstaining without giving any other comment (I'm looking at you Jolt). Sounds like intentional lurking to me. A vote by the uninformed masses is random at worst. A vote by the informed minority always suits them.

True, but Jolt is a bad example as he interacted with me and thus contributed more than just casting an abstain vote.


3.2 seconds makes it sound like a separate attempt to the tommy guns. What do we gain from knowing that there are vigilantes afoot? It invalidates group alibis, such as Andres' "Dutch_guy was protected last night by me, The Stranger and Moros." since that group could just as easily be the vigilantes/wise guys, hoping to gain innocent status.

Whatever the case, Andres claims a night action, which shows that none of those eating out last night are excluded from carrying out other actions that night.

Planting a seed of doubt against your nemesis by insinuating that I was out vig killing instead of protecting? A baseless assumption, if I might add?

I don't "claim" a night action, I performed one. And we protected Dutch_guy.


My final point is more of a gut feeling really, but I couldn't help but notice the two votes for AVSM during chairman selection. If I remember correctly AVSM self voted, which was followed by a vote for him by ACIN.

If both AVSM and ACIN are mafia in the same family, maybe with AVSM as don, it might seem an easy mistake to make for ACIN to vote for his boss without thinking that it would identify him. This would seem particularly likely since AVSM seemed like an unpopular option.

I've got nothing better to go with for now, so I will Vote: AVSM

That's really bad reasoning for voting somebody.

1) allthough ACIN is new to these games, he wouldn't make the link between him and his supposed mafia partner so obvious. And no, saying "WIFOM" is not good enough.
2) You assume a link between ACIN and AVSM, because he selected AVSM? And not just a link, but a link between mafia and Don? That's reading a lot in such a minor event, isn't it?

Bad reasoning for vote + trying to create some doubt about the person who seems to have him on his radar + overall gut feeling; my vote sticks on you, Myrddraal. You're starting to smell fishy.

[Andres]

EDIT: In response to Moros' post.

GH knows some french and so does 'khaan; and they both know I'm belgian.

I wouldn't put it behind TinCow either. And there are probably even more who know a couple of french words.

Or it could be someone trying to frame those who know french.

Write-ups are nice and interesting and all, but I think analysing thread behaviour is more interesting. After all, the write-ups are written or at least influenced by the killers. Who else but scum, wannabe-scum and serial killers would go out killing on night 1? Why would we bother paying attention to what they wrote (if they wrote it themselves, Seamus); it's just there to confuse us.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

My gut tells me andres is guilty.

[Andres]

My gut tells me andres is guilty.

Your gut is wrong. Besides, if you gut tells you I'm guilty and if you, apparently, have nothing else to go on, then you should vote me.

[gibsonsg91921]

Vote: Abstain because if the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit.

[woad&fangs]

The use of French in the writeup is useless to us. Anyone can type a phrase into babelfish.

[Beskar]

Vote: Sasaki Kojiro

I offered to protect him in night phase, and he ignored my offer. he obviously must have known he won't be killed due to being a scummy Mafia-esque person.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Craterus: 2 (Lord Winter, Shinseikhaan)
Dutchguy: 1 (woad&fangs)
White_Eyes: 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)
Reenk Roink: 1 (GeneralHankerchief)
Scottishranger: 1 (Yaropolk)
Myrddraal: 1 (Andres)
Beefy: 1 (FactionHeir)
AVSM: 1 (Myrddraal)
Sasaki Kojiro: 1 (Beskar)

Abstain: 14 LittleGrizzly, atheotes, Askthepizzaguy, Chaotix, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, Iskander 3.1, Jolt, Diana Abnoba, slashandburn, El Diablo, DJGingivitis, Tratorix, Moros, gibsonsg91921


Tally needs to be double checked.

[Tratorix]

Vote: Sasaki Kojiro

I offered to protect him in night phase, and he ignored my offer. he obviously must have known he won't be killed due to being a scummy Mafia-esque person.

But there are 5 mafia families, so even the mafia could be killed. :inquisitive:

[scotchedpommes]

I see few positives in doing away with people on the basis of gut feelings at the present time, [or any other] and am not overly keen on abstention.

Vote: No lynch

[Chaotix]

Unvote:Abstain
Vote: Andres

I will trust Sasaki's gut for now.

[Beskar]

but if I was Sasaki, I would have said "yes, do protection on me, as I am going to get night 1 killed" when he posted it in the thread. I got no reply what so ever.

Why didn't he reply, not even to say "thank you for the offer" ?

Seems suspicious that he wouldn't bother at all.

[Chaotix]

but if I was Sasaki, I would have said "yes, do protection on me, as I am going to get night 1 killed" when he posted it in the thread. I got no reply what so ever.

Why didn't he reply, not even to say "thank you for the offer" ?

Seems suspicious that he wouldn't bother at all.

Are you a doctor or something? Now you're the one who's going to be killed.

[Beskar]

No, you work with others to do protection. Or you not being town know about that?

[Chaotix]

No, you work with others to do protection. Or you not being town know about that?

I know about protection groups, but you seemed to have offered to protect Sasaki alone, which implied you were a doctor. However, I see I was mistaken.

[Beskar]

I withdraw my comments, as Sasaki is a very good guy and won't threaten me on secret accounts.

Unvote: Sasaki Kojiro

[Jolt]

There's a large number of people abstaining. Worse yet, there are people abstaining without giving any other comment (I'm looking at you Jolt).

As you wish.

I am abstaining because I see no reason to vote for anyone specifically.

[Moros]

EDIT: In response to Moros' post.

GH knows some french and so does 'khaan; and they both know I'm belgian.

I wouldn't put it behind TinCow either. And there are probably even more who know a couple of french words.

Or it could be someone trying to frame those who know french.

Write-ups are nice and interesting and all, but I think analysing thread behaviour is more interesting. After all, the write-ups are written or at least influenced by the killers. Who else but scum, wannabe-scum and serial killers would go out killing on night 1? Why would we bother paying attention to what they wrote (if they wrote it themselves, Seamus); it's just there to confuse us.
I think both can be valuable, especially when they can be connected.

[seireikhaan]

I think both can be valuable, especially when they can be connected.
Given you think there is plentiful information and leads to go on, then, why abstain? Put more pressure on craterus if that's the best suspect you can think of.

[Twilightblade]

I haven't had my morning coffee yet and as bad an excuse as that is I'm still gonna

Vote:abstain

[Sigurd]

But there are 5 mafia families, so even the mafia could be killed. :inquisitive:
Yes, but a Don have Lucas which will protect him from hits... Any investigations on Sasaki?

I was Don Corleone in Capo II and as long as I had living Lucas I would survive a hit. I was also a lucky person and would survive a hit on my own.

[pevergreen]

Vote: Sigurd

Taking my Corleone spot last game.

[Sigurd]

Vote: Sigurd

Taking my Corleone spot last game.
Sticking up for your Don huh? ... :no:
This is pure vendetta. I bet you are sore that I didn't root for you in the tournament. :laugh4:
What, you chose Paper to CA's Scissors or something? :beam:

[Myrddraal]

OK looking back Jolt was a bad example, sorry, what struck me about you was your voting post contained no other words. I hope you get my point. A random vote from a townie is better than an abstention. If you're town you have no reason to abstain.

@ Andres...

Geeze. You're the one voting for me on a hunch. I'm not accusing you.

My point about the vigilante kill stands. Saying that your alibi is worthless is not the same as directly accusing you of being mafia. We cannot accept the alibis of people saying "I protected X with A, B and C" because in Capo there are wise guys who will want to form new mafia families. They do this by working together to vig kill people and they can turn around together and say "We protected X" and nobody can confirm or deny that. These "alibis" are not alibis at all.

I don't even accuse you of being mafia, and yet you are reacting. This is after voting for me 'on a hunch'... :shrug:



That's really bad reasoning for voting somebody.
Well I've not got better to work with, and as you might have guessed I'm not a fan of abstentions.

[scottishranger]

Craterus: 2 (Lord Winter, Shinseikhaan)
Dutchguy: 1 (woad&fangs)
White_Eyes: 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)
Reenk Roink: 1 (GeneralHankerchief)
Scottishranger: 1 (Yaropolk)
Myrddraal: 1 (Andres)
Beefy: 1 (FactionHeir)
AVSM: 1 (Myrddraal)
Sigurd: 1 (Pevergreen
Andres: 1 (Chaotix)

No Lynch: 1 (SSNeoperestroika)

Abstain: 15 LittleGrizzly, atheotes, Askthepizzaguy, Chaotix, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, Iskander 3.1, Jolt, Diana Abnoba, slashandburn, El Diablo, DJGingivitis, Tratorix, Moros, gibsonsg91921, Twilightblade

Tally as of now


Id like to ask, whats our reason for voting Craterus? seeing as hes in the lead.

[pevergreen]

Sticking up for your Don huh? ... :no:
This is pure vendetta. I bet you are sore that I didn't root for you in the tournament. :laugh4:
What, you chose Paper to CA's Scissors or something? :beam:

I wonder who is the Don Corleone this game. Was me first game. thats why.

I might have, I'm sure I lost to CA. :laugh4:

I flipped a coin.

[DisgruntledGoat]

being a rookie I'm going to let this day play out a bit more before I put in a real vote.

Vote: Abstain

[Caius]

They knew which was the move to make. They had to kill TS, because he was organizating a protection group. w&f and Reenk knew it. Maybe our director is behind the scenes?

vote:w&f

What did you do last night?

[ULC]

Vote: Askthepizzaguy

Because he feels lonely without a vote. True, it's random, but at least I am actually voting, even when I do not really agree with any of the cases currently *glares at the 16 abstaining*

[El Diablo]

Okay, people are wanting votes where there is very little to vote (yes I know first round and all).

But one kill from an alleged 5 mafia families? What are the mafia doing?

There seemed to be a lack of attacks to be honest.

I got my night order result and inconclusive as no attack was made.

So to go along with Caius

Unvote abstain Vote Reenk what did you do last night?

[gibsonsg91921]

My guess is that the mafia are trying to avoid investigation - criminal beats guilty, at least.

[Caius]

Okay, people are wanting votes where there is very little to vote (yes I know first round and all).

But one kill from an alleged 5 mafia families? What are the mafia doing?

There seemed to be a lack of attacks to be honest.

I got my night order result and inconclusive as no attack was made.

So to go along with Caius

Unvote abstain Vote Reenk what did you do last night?
I thought RR was the director and therefore you can't lynch the director?

[woad&fangs]

They knew which was the move to make. They had to kill TS, because he was organizating a protection group. w&f and Reenk knew it. Maybe our director is behind the scenes?

vote:w&f

What did you do last night?

Nothing. After Reenk abandoned you and me, TS told me to work with Craterus and Beefy to protect Sasaki. However, I didn't receive this info until I woke up this morning, a few minutes after the night phase ended.

[Caius]

El Diablo has 666 posts :death:

Unvote:w&f
Vote:Abstain

RR is my suspect.

[Beefy187]

vote: Beefy

Surviving an attack is very untownie like.

My guess is some mystical power role "Angel" protected me, or the killers were short on numbers.


Correct me if I'm wrong, but were there not some townies in the last capo that were deemed "lucky" or some such and could survive a kill?

Perhaps.

Vote: Abstain

I'll vote when more people posts

[gibsonsg91921]

Unvote: Abstain, Vote: Andres

I prefer to create a tie. And I'm too stupid to follow any of the arguments.

[Gaius Scribonius Curio]

Based on a quick read-through I would err on the side of The Stranger's killer being a serial one. While Myrdraal makes an excellent point in that it could well be a mafioso attempting to sow confusion at an early stage, I feel events that strange have to have some root cause (ie: serial killer will have a particular modus operandi and murder victim profile that he will fit...). The poetic reference to The Stranger being (in part) the author of his own demise, would also suggest this. I'd suggest keeping an eye out for any similar killings over the coming nights.

I'm going to Vote: Beefy, for his lucky escape. While there was no obvious agent of protection, the mention of his fedora automatically produces suspicion on my part...

I'd also wonder how a 'vigilante group' would have any basis for forming at such an early stage...

[Beefy187]

If wearing a fedora makes me a killer, we might as well arrest anyone wearing a shades for being a mafia.

Your invading my freedom of cloths wearing:smash:

[Lord Winter]

We should keep in mind that detectives also wear fedoras too.

[DJGingivitis]

note the 1951. I am pretty sure everyone and their mother had a fedora.

[Moros]

Given you think there is plentiful information and leads to go on, then, why abstain? Put more pressure on craterus if that's the best suspect you can think of.
Craterus I can't really consider a suspect really. It's just the only awser I can't directly discard. I'm going to wait and see some longer. Hopefully the posts, or lurking of people might get us somewhere.

[Twilightblade]

@ Gaius Scribonius

Whilst beefy's fedora may have been a subtle hint at his role I'm more inclined to believe that it was more for write-up effect than any other reason

[Lord Winter]

As Cratuerus seems to be part of a protection group my vote has no reason anymore.




vote: abstain

Trying to find something concrete to put my vote on.

EditL Also the kuni are an odd choice of weapons. Possible a signature.




1. Classic mafia flying under the radar posts
2. Let's get some abstainers voting more concretely.

[Lord Winter]

Forgot to bold my votes

Unvote: Craturus
Vote: DjGingivitis

[Askthepizzaguy]

Andres: 2 (Chaotix, gibsonsg91921)
Beefy: 2 (FactionHeir, Gaius Scribonius Curio)
Reenk Roink: 2 (GeneralHankerchief, El Diablo)
Dutchguy: 1 (woad&fangs)
White_Eyes: 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)
Scottishranger: 1 (Yaropolk)
Myrddraal: 1 (Andres)
AVSM: 1 (Myrddraal)
Sigurd: 1 (Pevergreen)
Askthepizzaguy: 1 (YLC)
DJGingivitis: 1 (Lord Winter)
Craterus: 1 (Shinseikhaan)




No Lynch: 1 (SSNeoperestroika)

Abstain: 15 LittleGrizzly, atheotes, Askthepizzaguy, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, Iskander 3.1, Jolt, Diana Abnoba, slashandburn, DJGingivitis, Tratorix, Moros, Twilightblade, DisgruntledGoat, Caius, Beefy

[gibsonsg91921]

Andres: 2 (Chaotix, gibsonsg91921)
Beefy: 2 (FactionHeir, Gaius Scribonius Curio)
Reenk Roink: 2 (GeneralHankerchief, El Diablo)
Dutchguy: 1 (woad&fangs)
Craterus: 1 (Shinseikhaan)
White_Eyes: 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)
Scottishranger: 1 (Yaropolk)
Myrddraal: 1 (Andres)
AVSM: 1 (Myrddraal)
Sigurd: 1 (Pevergreen)
Askthepizzaguy: 1 (YLC)
DJGingivtis: 1 (Lord Winter)

No Lynch: 1 (SSNeoperestroika)

Abstain: 15 LittleGrizzly, atheotes, Askthepizzaguy, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, Iskander 3.1, Jolt, Diana Abnoba, slashandburn, DJGingivitis, Tratorix, Moros, Twilightblade, DisgruntledGoat, Caius, Beefy

ATPG posted too fast, so I figured I'd retally for him.

[DJGingivitis]

As Cratuerus seems to be part of a protection group my vote has no reason anymore.








1. Classic mafia flying under the radar posts
2. Let's get some abstainers voting more concretely.



Haha alright, I have been working on getting something concrete. There is something I have found out that I plan on revealing to everyone later tonight (Approx 2200-2400 CST) after I hear back from some people.

[Beskar]

Vote: CountAnarch

[Iskander 3.1]

I don't think Beefy should be lynched based on the evidence presented. Yes, he may have survived without having protection, and while that sounds a little scummy, it could be that he's an important townie role and we shouldn't cripple ourselves so soon. If someone could investigate him, we would get a better picture.

Unvote;
Vote: Beskar

Scummiest post I've seen so far.

[Tratorix]

I don't think Beefy should be lynched based on the evidence presented. Yes, he may have survived without having protection, and while that sounds a little scummy, it could be that he's an important townie role and we shouldn't cripple ourselves so soon. If someone could investigate him, we would get a better picture.

Unvote;
Vote: Beskar

Scummiest post I've seen so far.

I know. And he didn't even spell CountArach's name right.

Unvote: abstain, Vote: Beskar

[Askthepizzaguy]

I know. And he didn't even spell CountArach's name right.

Unvote: abstain, Vote: Beskar

LOL

slightly reminiscent of when he kept on voting for "Traitorix", eh? :laugh4:

[pevergreen]

Yeah Traitorix, I don't like that CountArnach guy either.

CountAnarch is just so scummy.

I tell you what, Askthepizzagirl always struck me as a bit off as well.

[Tratorix]

LOL

slightly reminiscent of when he kept on voting for "Traitorix", eh? :laugh4:

Exactly. Which is why I'm so offended. :furious3: I'm literally angry with rage.

[seireikhaan]

Pevergreen is highly scummy.

Also, I'm disappointed with all these abstains. People need to understand how unhelpful they're being. :furious3:

[Iskander 3.1]

Oh crap he's not a joker again, is he? :clown:

[Tratorix]

Pevergreen is highly scummy.

Also, I'm disappointed with all these abstains. People need to understand how unhelpful they're being. :furious3:

I agree. Everyone currently abstaining should vote for Shinseikhaan so your vote will count.

[ricera10]

Vote: abstain

I can't follow any of these arguments or all the conjecture.

But I'll list my observations:

- I got that someone is a serial killer and that person probably killed The_Stranger just because of the really strange write-up for his death

- The person who attacked beefy187 has to be a ninja/assasin-y character because of the use of kunai

- Quintus.JC had to have been a mafia kill, the tommy guns and car bomb are hallmarks

I also have some questions:

- Are the four guys at the Italian eatery related to each other somehow? I got from the discussion earlier in this thread that they probably had a protection group, but why did the write-up mention they were all eating together? Was it to save space and simply say all four of them were under protection that night? Or are they connected beyond that coincidence? :gossip:

I guess this is my first Mafia game and post, so I hope I haven't marked myself for death already. :glasses: