The Revenge of Inishmore! [Concluded]

[Splitpersonality]

Vote: Subotan


logging a vote just to stay alive?

[Greyblades]

Any chance one of you are keeping a tally?

[Reenk Roink]

Vote: Yaropolk

[Yaropolk]

I'm a doctor, don't lynch me. Greyblades seems to be sure of someone's guilt based on his post last night frustrated over us not lynching a known mafioso because some reveal that I missed was unsportsmanlike. I'll Vote: Warman for now to avoid the WoG, but will change it to vote in concert with Greyblades if he casts a vote this round. By the way do we have any CI's that I can contact via PM to provide some important info?

[Reenk Roink]

...

Unvote: Yaropolk
Vote: WH

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm a doctor, don't lynch me. Greyblades seems to be sure of someone's guilt based on his post last night frustrated over us not lynching a known mafioso because some reveal that I missed was unsportsmanlike. I'll Vote: Warman for now to avoid the WoG, but will change it to vote in concert with Greyblades if he casts a vote this round. By the way do we have any CI's that I can contact via PM to provide some important info?

I've been killed twice, with no difference in the kills. I'd appreciate being informed. Not that I can do much with it.


Whoops, you can't reveal in private according to the rules. Scratch that, Yaro.

[Winston Hughes]

...

Fos: RR :beam:

[Beefy187]

Vote: Warman
Will switch to Secura or atheotes if theres some progress on that case.

Until then, resting my vote on Warman.

[Greyblades]

I'm a doctor, don't lynch me. Greyblades seems to be sure of someone's guilt based on his post last night frustrated over us not lynching a known mafioso because some reveal that I missed was unsportsmanlike. I'll Vote: Warman for now to avoid the WoG, but will change it to vote in concert with Greyblades if he casts a vote this round. By the way do we have any CI's that I can contact via PM to provide some important info?

What in the world are you talking about? I didnt even see the reveal. Vote: Yarpolk

[Winston Hughes]

I'm a doctor.

Is there anything you can tell us that might support this claim?


Greyblades seems to be sure of someone's guilt based on his post last night frustrated over us not lynching a known mafioso because some reveal that I missed was unsportsmanlike.

If I understand it correctly, the person Greyblades referred is the one who was accused of something serious by Thermal Mercury in a post that was subsequently deleted, whose name was changed to 'Charmander' in a number of following posts by a mod, and who Reenk seems to have determined to be none other than your good self (a deduction apparently confirmed by pevergreen later on).

If you weren't already aware of this, though, then I'm puzzled as to why you just revealed your role like that, without even trying to find out why people were voting to lynch you. :inquisitive:

[Joooray]

Since I don't want to break the tie, but leave it to the host what to do I'll Vote: RR.
Not sure about your behaviour the last round, so see it as a FoS.

Tally:
Warman: 3 (Niklas, Yaro, Beefy)
Yaro: 3 (WH, Warman, Grey)
Secura: 1 (atheotes)
AVSM: 1 (Subotan)
Subotan: (split)
WH: 1 (RR)
RR: 1 (Joooray)

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

And you guys are voting for me for what reason again? What is more suspicious about me hen Yaro?

[pevergreen]

It had now been a week. Everyone was tiring, the days seemed to go on for longer.

Warman and Yaropolk had been chosen as the most likely to harm the town, but the vote was tied.

pevergreen sighed, "I told you. Thats it, lock them both up. And I swear, no more ties, or you'll be really unhappy."

As Warman and Yaropolk were sent away, Diamondeye walked into the town centre.

"Hi guys, I'm back."

Oddly, no one questioned it.

The following people will be WoG'd if they do not vote next day phase.

Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Secura
Subotan
White_eyes:D

Alive: 18/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Diamondeye

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 11/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Night 7. Night will end in 23 hours, 46 minutes. (Midnight Wednesday 28th April 2010 GMT +10)

[Zack]

I'm still supposed to vote?

[pevergreen]

Sorry, missed you in my sheet. (taking you out of it)

[Greyblades]

Um... whoops?

[Winston Hughes]

Um... whoops?

What do you mean by that?

[Subotan]

Vote: Subotan


logging a vote just to stay alive?
Yes.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I can't believe Niklas is still alive.

[Greyblades]

What do you mean by that?

If I had realised it would end in a tie, and ended up with two people being lynched, I might have reconsidered voting for yarpolk.

[Diamondeye]

So, hai guise, I'm back.

What's happened while I took a nap?

[Askthepizzaguy]

So, hai guise, I'm back.

What's happened while I took a nap?

How long were you out?

This game is so bizarre that I couldn't even begin to sum it up, but I'll try:

Niklas is suspected to be a mole inside of a mason group and somehow he's still alive. Winston and Reenk have been inexplicably accusing each other. A lot of people are inactive, and the active people aren't saying much. It's the perfect storm of townie fail.

I also want to point out how completely dumb tied votes are in this game. Not only will the host progressively make them more punitive on everyone, as he did in the first game, but it also virtually guarantees that you won't hit any mafia.

[atheotes]

I also want to point out how completely dumb tied votes are in this game. Not only will the host progressively make them more punitive on everyone, as he did in the first game, but it also virtually guarantees that you won't hit any mafia.

QFT

[Niklas]

Niklas is suspected to be a mole inside of a mason group and somehow he's still alive.
I also received Wee Sean, which others have claimed is a roleblocker, yet somehow there were still a large number of kills last night. Should say something, I hope.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I also received Wee Sean, which others have claimed is a roleblocker, yet somehow there were still a large number of kills last night. Should say something, I hope.

I've been monitoring the kills, and there's a discrepency. Last night there were 3 people on 1, and what appears to be 1 bagpipe killer against two, instead of some combination of paired killers as usual. This also coincides with the night you were anticipating getting the cat.

I'm not convinced you're clear yet. I hope someone scanned you at least.

[Secura]

I have to apologise and say that, although it's not really my preference, I have requested that I be WOG'd along with any kills that may occur tonight.

My employment advisor sprung a training course on me last week and it's far more time-consuming and physically/mentally draining than I initially anticipated. This course lasts until the seventh and, unfortunately, it is mandatory; as I'm currently unemployed, and have been since returning home from university (hence the course) I don't recieve the money I live on in lieu of wages if I fail to attend, so can't even bunk off for a day!

I like to be fully active in all games I play, perhaps to a fault ("neither WOG bait nor a lurker be"), but as time's progressed this week I have found it increasingly difficult to find time to check the Gameroom, read through all the pages and posts, get a feel for what's going on in the game and lobby a vote. Needless to say, I think it's unfair to both you guys and pevergreen if I simply vanished from the thread entirely, hence this post.

I enjoyed the story and the writeups, really liked becoming a mason recruit, loathed being converted back to town and then I have a string of expletives that would describe how I feel about the false accusations, but it's been a valuable learning experience for future mafia games.

Besides, this way you needn't waste a lynch on me if you're one of those who believes I truly dobbed the Australians in, and I can come back next week when the game has ended and have a giggle when y'all learn you're wrong. I hope the town uncovers the scum and the truth, and more importantly that you all have fun.

Sorry again. :<

- L.

[naut]

I can't believe Niklas is still alive.
I can't believe I'm still alive.

[Scienter]

I can't believe I'm still alive.

I can't believe I'm dead. :(

[Askthepizzaguy]

I can't believe it's not butter!

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I also want to point out how completely dumb tied votes are in this game. Not only will the host progressively make them more punitive on everyone, as he did in the first game, but it also virtually guarantees that you won't hit any mafia.

That's how diana was lynched in the last inishmore, you should remember that.


I can't believe it's not butter!

Far superior to real butter.

[Askthepizzaguy]

That's how diana was lynched in the last inishmore, you should remember that.

She was lynched because she was indirectly responsible for the tie, in a special and unprecedented additional lynch in the next round afterward, due to some creative hosting.

She wasn't lynched in a tie. And the tied vote itself didn't lynch any mafia either, which strengthens my point.

[Beefy187]

I can't believe I'm dead. :(

I'm not surprised that I'm alive. But I should be

[Diamondeye]

- L.

Now the town's completely busted.

O wait, Noblesse ended a while ago...


I'm not surprised that I'm alive. But I should be

I'm quite startled to be alive, actually. Actually, this entire game startles me quite a bit :tongue:

[pevergreen]

Seriously, once it ends, you'll realise its not that complicated.

[Winston Hughes]

Seriously, once it ends, you'll realise its not that complicated.

It doesn't really look as if it is all that complicated under the surface, at least by recent standards. But I can say without a doubt that I'm finding it rather opaque and difficult to follow.

That's not a criticism, though, since it's my usual experience of large games here at the org.

It strikes me that the main difference here is that nobody's acting as if they really know what's going on (well, except pizza now that he's dead again), presumably because to do so is to invite death, one way or the other.

[pevergreen]

The population was dwindling in the clubs these days, but one guy was still a hit. He was surrounded by a group of people, but was only interested in one.

"Your chanting may be sacred, but would you like a chip bru? What about a drink, I'm parched as bru! Parched az!"

The two of them left in the early morning, best friends.

Alive: 18/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Diamondeye

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 11/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Day 8. Night will end in 23 hours, 56 minutes. (Midnight Friday 30th April 2010 GMT +10)

[Reenk Roink]

Vote: WH tunnel vision :beam:

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: Niklas

*#%! argyle.

[atheotes]

who had the cat last night?

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

Can't believe you kill me! I was having so much fun k..... Nevermind :clown:


No Cashews And Milk for any of you! :yes:

[Winston Hughes]

vote: Niklas

Did you murder me in both games? That's cold, man. :brood:


Vote: WH tunnel vision :beam:

As flattered as I am by your attentions, I worry that pevergreen will start to get jealous if you keep flirting with me all the time. :uhoh:

[Niklas]

I had the cat and gave it away, to Beefy who seemed a fellow cat lover.

If the cat is a role blocker on the night after you receive it, then I was role blocked this night. Doesn't matter since I'm a role-less townie, but of course I would say that if I were mafia. Obviously there were no kills, hence there's a big fat blinking neon arrow above my head. Coupled with the suspicions of being a mason traitor, my continued existence will continue to serve as a distraction, and I prefer to take a calculated hit.

vote: Niklas and I don't intend to change that vote.

No Winston, I didn't kill you. Not in this game. :grin:

[Crazed Rabbit]

vote: GeneralHankerchief

Avoid, avoid, avoiding the WoG...

CR

[atheotes]

Vote: Niklas

[naut]

"Your chanting may be sacred, but would you like a chip bru? What about a drink, I'm parched as bru! Parched az!"
:grin:

[Seamus Fermanagh]

The population was dwindling in the clubs these days, but one guy was still a hit. He was surrounded by a group of people, but was only interested in one.

"Your chanting may be sacred, but would you like a chip bru? What about a drink, I'm parched as bru! Parched az!"

The two of them left in the early morning, best friends.




This sounds, vaguely, like the General's earlier ramblings. Why do I have the feeling that, one way or another, GH is now the pivot of play?

[Diamondeye]

vote: GeneralHankerchief

Avoid, avoid, avoiding the WoG...

CR

Is that an "Elan from Order of the Stick"-reference? :beam:


I had the cat and gave it away, to Beefy who seemed a fellow cat lover.

If the cat is a role blocker on the night after you receive it, then I was role blocked this night. Doesn't matter since I'm a role-less townie, but of course I would say that if I were mafia. Obviously there were no kills, hence there's a big fat blinking neon arrow above my head. Coupled with the suspicions of being a mason traitor, my continued existence will continue to serve as a distraction, and I prefer to take a calculated hit.

vote: Niklas and I don't intend to change that vote.

No Winston, I didn't kill you. Not in this game. :grin:

... For some reason this actually seems honest enough. But voting Niklas off the bat would waste the day, so I think I'll try my luck with a vote:Beefy187. Cat = block, and no kills?

[atheotes]

Is that an "Elan from Order of the Stick"-reference? :beam:



... For some reason this actually seems honest enough. But voting Niklas off the bat would waste the day, so I think I'll try my luck with a vote:Beefy187. Cat = block, and no kills?

From what i understand - having the cat (even though you are giving it) through the night blocks all activities. People have received it sometime during the day and attempted to give it in the night. that night they are blocked.
if Beefy is set to receive the cat today, he cannot have been roleblocked yet. This is what i think was the consensus.

FOS: Diamondeye

[Diamondeye]

From what i understand - having the cat (even though you are giving it) through the night blocks all activities. People have received it sometime during the day and attempted to give it in the night. that night they are blocked.
if Beefy is set to receive the cat today, he cannot have been roleblocked yet. This is what i think was the consensus.

FOS: Diamondeye

Okay, I'm sorry for misunderstanding the function of the cat, then, see, I've been dead for a while so I'm kind of out of the loop...
unvote; vote: Niklas, then, before going to bed.

[Beefy187]

Is that an "Elan from Order of the Stick"-reference? :beam:



... For some reason this actually seems honest enough. But voting Niklas off the bat would waste the day, so I think I'll try my luck with a vote:Beefy187. Cat = block, and no kills?

Cat is mine bru!
I'll hold on to it for two nights then his off to someone else

[Greyblades]

Ugh thats the last time I try to fight off a drengin attack with a couple of pheonixes...:skull:
Vote: Csargo
Why? Because my brains too tired to register any better reasons than lurking.

[Diamondeye]

I am avoiding the WOG. Please ignore this post.

...

[Captain Blackadder]

vote: Niklas

Don't like self voters so if you vote for yourself I will ablige.

[Splitpersonality]

Vote: Greyblades

Not trying to start a bandwaggon here.

[White_eyes:D]

Vote:Captain Blackadder I can't think of any good reasons other then to avoid the WOpevergreen......:sweatdrop:

[naut]

Eeny, meany, miny, mo, catch a Mafia by the toe, if it lies don't let it go, eeny, meany, miny, mo! Your it.

Vote: spL1tp3r50naL1ty

[Crazed Rabbit]

Is that an "Elan from Order of the Stick"-reference? :beam:

:clown:

CR

[pevergreen]

Diamondeye stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get antsy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he skipped out of town and spotted the site of Renata's jump. The lighthouse on the hill. Why did Renata do it? He had pondered this for a long time. Everything had seemed to be going fine. It was a pleasant walk, but the climb to the top was a bit strenuous.

As he looked out at the picture perfect landscape, he felt someone behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He embraced her and it felt so right. He was content to just stand like this forever, but it could not be.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at her confused. Why was he saying this? What was happening?Then his eyes glazed over, he got up and with a leap, jumped off the lighthouse. As he fell, his thoughts never drifted from that one moment of pure happiness. He would wait for her, in death's halls. Forever.

The woman watched as his falling body dissolved part by part, burning away as though acid was consuming it. Diamondeye was never seen again.

Alive: 19/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 12/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1


Day 8 Continues

[Askthepizzaguy]

Lolwut

Okay... so apparently mister happy lighthouse daykiller is still around. I accuse Greyblades.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Wait, what? People are being killed in the daytime? What sort of fiendish Australian madness is this?

CR

[Diamondeye]

Lolwut so someone wants me to stay dead, then?

I guess I can't refuse...

[Askthepizzaguy]

Lolwut so someone wants me to stay dead, then?

I guess I can't refuse...

Hey, I'm feeling a little deja vu myself.

[Greyblades]

Wha..? Wasnt this supposed to be about anglo-irish terrorism in a small british town? When did this start being about a crazy woman with supernatural powers?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Wha..? Wasnt this supposed to be about anglo-irish terrorism in a small british town? When did this start being about a crazy woman with supernatural powers?

With every post you make, I become more and more convinced this is all a badly performed act. I can't wait to find out what your role was.

[Greyblades]

Prepare to be severely dissapointed.

[Subotan]

Vote:Greyblades

I'm prepared for that possibility.

[Greyblades]

Here we go again... Psychonaut you want to make a great big list of all my previous activities that people can use to bandwagon me?

[naut]

Here we go again... Psychonaut you want to make a great big list of all my previous activities that people can use to bandwagon me?
:grin:

[Joooray]

I don't feel the Niklas lynch, but I do feel weird about Greyblades. So, Vote: Greyblades.
If you are indeed innocent, you are not making a good case for yourself.

[Beefy187]

Vote: White_eyes

[Greyblades]

What case can I make? Yeah I'd been lurking and yeah I'm barely escaping a wog. I cant even reveal because I dont have a role.

[White_eyes:D]

Vote: White_eyes Can't you at least say your "avoiding the WOG"?:inquisitive:

You owe me that much Beefy....~:mecry:

[pevergreen]

Niklas had been chosen as the next person to be sent to prison. He had no real problem with that, as long as someone made sure to feed his beagles. He cheerfully was escorted to prison, while Secura had decided that she had to leave town forever.

Alive: 15/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 14/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura

Keeping in line with the first Inishmore, here is a handy hint to all playing.

Out of the original 23 role PM's sent out, 7 remain. If I remember, another helpful hint like that at the end of the next day phase. :beam:

It is now Night 8. Night will end in 23 hours, 50 minutes. (Midnight Saturday 30th April 2010 GMT +10)

[GeneralHankerchief]

*slams glass down on the counter*

Ruckus! Commotion! PANDEMONIUM! I walk out to get some air for five stinkin' minutes an' I come back to find my sister - MY SISTER - on top of a table, yellin' at the top of her lungs an' beating three people senseless with a herring! A floppy, smelly herring! Never seen anything like it! An' then, once she was done, she calmly sits back down an' bites into the fish raw! "She musta gotten that side from her mum," my dad would say, but he isn't hearing about this little incident from me, and the rest of you all shoul' follow my lead on this one, trust me on this! Another drink now!

[Askthepizzaguy]

I am jealous of whatever role you have, and if you don't have one, I'm impressed by your creativity and amused by the performance. :applause:

[TinCow]

A floppy, smelly herring!

Was it red?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Was it red?

If it wasn't red before, it certainly was after she bit into it an' all the blood an' guts started pouring out, and isn't that the truth!

[TinCow]

If it wasn't red before, it certainly was after she bit into it an' all the blood an' guts started pouring out, and isn't that the truth!

Did a moose once bite your sister?

[GeneralHankerchief]

*takes a big swig, and then starts rambling*

As a matter of fact, yes! No realli! She was carving her initials on the moose with the sharpened end of an interspace toothbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian movies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Molars of Horst Nordfink"...

*trails off into space*

[Greyblades]

I wonder if he was drunk enough he would come out on the other side...

[Askthepizzaguy]

*takes a big swig, and then starts rambling*

As a matter of fact, yes! No realli! She was carving her initials on the moose with the sharpened end of an interspace toothbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian movies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Molars of Horst Nordfink"...

*trails off into space*

This is pure awesome.

[Beefy187]

Can't you at least say your "avoiding the WOG"?:inquisitive:

You owe me that much Beefy....~:mecry:

I was testing the response of the townies.
Result was very interesting

[pevergreen]

White Eyes sat on the beach, all alone. There was no one around to juggle knives with... and no more monkey. Who killed his monkey? His precious, precious monkey? He swore he would get revenge on whoever killed his monkey. But before he could hatch a plan to get revenge, a car crashed through the wooden fence seperating the beach from the shore, and drove down onto the sand, nearly running down poor White Eyes. He jumped out of the way just in time. The doors opened, and two men in dark suits and fedoras stepped out of the vehicle. They opened fire on White Eyes. But White Eyes was secretly a ninja, and he leaped through the air and did many flips, and landed between the two men in dark suits, and kicked their guns away. "Now is the time for your cruel undoing! I will desecrate your face with the heel of my foot!" shouted White Eyes.

However, the two men in dark suits and fedoras were no ordinary criminals. They were trained in the deadly arts, and were able to dodge the blows of White Eyes and deliver swift retaliation. Although White Eyes was a master ninja, he was soon overwhelmed by their fists of doom. One of the two men dropped to the ground and delivered a kick to the ankle of White Eyes, which stung really badly. The other one jumped vertical into the air and flipped several times before landing right in front of White Eyes and poked him in both eyes with his fingers.

"Ow, that hurts my body! But you are not only fighting my body, you are fighting my mind!" said White Eyes, who made a feint to the left, and then stopped, spun around like a ballerina, and then went left anyway. These tactics dazzled the eyeballs of his opponents, who were stunned and afraid because of his mastery of mental manipulations.

White Eyes took advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration and ran in a semicircle around the men, to the back. But the fedora men were smarter than that, and turned around. Aha but this was all part of White Eyes magnificent plan, so he kept running all the way around to the front, just in time to not be seen. So the fedora men kept turning, looking for him, and White Eyes continued running in a circle around them, faster and faster, until his legs began to blur and kick up sand and dust. Now the fedora men were dizzy and choking on sand, and they were unprepared for White Eyes most devastating attack: the cold stare of death. So he stopped and waited for the dust to settle, and the two men staggered and stumbled toward White Eyes.

But then he just looked at them like this: :stare:

It was overpowering! The two men fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness, they couldn't take it anymore. But White Eyes would not relent, he just stared at them some more... his eyes widening to an unimaginable, almost cartoonish size. The sight of this made one of the men declare that there was no God, and made the other one cry for his momma. White Eyes grinned :beam: and laughed at this, like so: :laugh4: But then, some of the dust blew into his nose and made him sneeze, and try as he might, he could not resist the urge to close his eyes... breaking the powerful hold. In that brief instant, his advantage disappeared. The two men grabbed him and turned him upside down, and stuffed him headfirst into a bucket filled with discarded cigarettes, which was too small and got stuck halfway, covering his eyes. White Eyes did a backflip and tried to fight on, but he couldn't see or deliver the mighty stare. So the two men ran and grabbed their guns, and returned. White Eyes was swinging wildly, and hitting nothing but air. He heard the sound of pistols clicking and once again used his powerful mind to escape.

"I should warn you, I have a tiny bulletproof shield the exact size of a bullet somewhere on my body, and if you hit it, I'll be unharmed, and your plan will be foiled. You'll be the laughing stock of me!"

The logic of this confounded the two men, who realized the error of their ways and put the obviously worthless guns down on the ground and surrendered. White Eyes was far too clever for that, and jumped 15 feet into the air and stomped on their heads like Super Mario, crushing their skulls instantly. All of a sudden, tons of hot supermodels came out from behind the fence with champagne and caviar and the entire Ugly Betty Season 2 DVD collection. They also had those flowers on a string that makes a necklace, and put that on White Eyes, who was like "yay". The very next year he was elected Prime Minister, and he governed for at least 100 years, until he built a rocketship and explored the galaxy. That's when White Eyes woke up, and saw two men in dark suits and fedoras standing next to his bed.

"Oh :daisy:" said White Eyes, just before they smashed his skull in like a pumpkin.

Alive: 14/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 15/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura

Keeping in line with the first Inishmore, here is a handy hint to all playing.

Out of the original 23 role PM's sent out, 7 remain. If I remember, another helpful hint like that at the end of the next day phase. :beam:

It is now Day 9. Day will end in 23 hours, 44 minutes. (Midnight Sunday 2 May 2010 GMT +10)

[Beskar]

Best write-up ever.

[Greyblades]

Seconded

[Crazed Rabbit]

vote: Greyblades

My gut is suspicious of him.

CR

[Askthepizzaguy]

A quarter of your time has elapsed and only one person has voted?

If the town loses the game, this is the reason why.

[White_eyes:D]

I have no idea what is going on even now.....at least I am dead and don't need to deal with some weird :daisy:, like dreaming about killing two guys with fedoras....:bounce:

[Greyblades]

A quarter of your time has elapsed and only one person has voted?

If the town loses the game, this is the reason why.
Well it is the weekend.

vote: Greyblades

My gut is suspicious of him.

CR

:shame:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Why did you edit out your OMGUS vote for Crazed Rabbit?

[Greyblades]

Because I realised how pointless it was. If it ended with him lynched then I would have wasted a turn on a flash of anger, and if it ended with me lynched, seeing as everyone is convinced that I am mafia it would likely end with a bandwagon on me, it would also be a waste of a turn.

[Subotan]

Vote:Subotan

:birthday2:

[Beefy187]

Vote: Beefy

[A Very Super Market]

Because I realised how pointless it was. If it ended with him lynched then I would have wasted a turn on a flash of anger, and if it ended with me lynched, seeing as everyone is convinced that I am mafia it would likely end with a bandwagon on me, it would also be a waste of a turn.

what

Vote: Greyblades

[pevergreen]

Crazed Rabbit stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get crazy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he skipped out of town and spotted the lighthouse. So far two people had gone towards it and never returned. He had to check this out. Taking his camera, he set off, ready to take a photo of anything unusual. He reached the top without incident.

As he looked out at the picture perfect landscape, he snapped off a few photos, figuring he might as well. He felt someone behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He embraced her and it felt so right. He was content to just stand like this forever, but it could not be.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at her confused. Why was he saying this? What was happening?Then his eyes glazed over, he got up and with a leap, jumped off the lighthouse. As he fell, his thoughts never drifted from that one moment of pure happiness. He would wait for her, in death's halls. Forever.

The woman watched as his falling body was struck by a massive lightning bolt and blown into thousands of pieces. Crazed Rabbit was never seen again.

Alive: 13/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura



Day 9 continues.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

So greyblades should be lynched then?

[Askthepizzaguy]

So greyblades should be lynched then?

Wait... I am double checking to see if this keeps happening when Greyblades gets voted by multiple people.

It's probably a dumb theory but it is worth exploring, since we're talking about absolutely nothing at the moment. What do we have to lose.

[Askthepizzaguy]

It doesn't hold up, Greyblades wasn't voted when Renata died from that method.

Now I believe it might be a trigger-based kill.... someone says a particular word, and that triggers the day murder. But that will take considerably longer to analyze. I could use some help.


Edit: I can find no obvious word matches... there wasn't much said today before Crazed Rabbit died. It sort of discounts the possibility of trigger words. I looked for more unique words than "and" or "what", such as:

gut
suspicious
him

and still no matches.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I doesn't have to be a trigger really. Blades could have just sent it in. And he should be lynched regardless.

[Beefy187]

ok then.

Unvote, Vote: Greyblades

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: Greyblades

Ya see, back in '86, a man with a white beard and these really odd glasses approached me. He said that he was a time traveler and that he wanted me to go back to the 11th Century and help this old Holy Roman Emperor kill the Pope, but he was wearing argyle so I turned him town. *#%! argyle.

[Subotan]

Beats me voting for myself

Unvote:Subotan,Vote:Greyblades

Looks like we got a rogue lighthouse keeper

[naut]

Vote: Greyblades

Fine by me.

[Joooray]

There is definitely something about Grey, so I'm okay with the vote. Vote: Greyblades.

BTW: I'm happy to see that we seem to be down to two villains. Though, then again, there always have been fluctuations in kills.

[Secura]

BTW: I'm happy to see that we seem to be down to two villains.

Never assume.

[TinCow]

A day phase serial killer? Interesting concept...

[Greyblades]

Great, so I'm a scapegoat now. Think about it, I was not exactly in trouble with two votes on me and if I wanted to stay alive I would have voted one of the other people who already had votes, sure it would be suspicious but it was a whole lot better than killing off one of the guys voting me.

[pevergreen]

The sun set and Greyblades was not happy. For no reason, the entire town had turned against him. He stormed off without waiting for the verdict to be handed down, and joined the others in prison.

Tally
6 - Greyblades

Alive: 12/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura


It is now Night 9. Night will end in 22 hours, 59 minutes. (Midnight Monday 3 May 2010 +10 GMT)

[Greyblades]

:brood: How can the same smeg happen to the same guy twice.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Beats me voting for myself

Unvote:Subotan,Vote:Greyblades

Looks like we got a rogue lighthouse keeper

fos:subotan

[naut]

fos:subotan
:yes:

[Greyblades]

Um is it me or is psychonaut acting pretty passive in this game? I mean in the sith one he was all "I've composed an essay just to prove that this guy isnt paying attention" yet in this one he's all "fine with me" and using smilies on thier own while agreeing with bandwagon votes.
Just something to think about.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Um is it me or is psychonaut acting pretty passive in this game? I mean in the sith one he was all "I've composed an essay just to prove that this guy isnt paying attention" yet in this one he's all "fine with me" and using smilies on thier own while agreeing with bandwagon votes.
Just something to think about.

As passively as you almost....until recently that is. Woke up did we? Hmmmmmm.

[Greyblades]

Well yeah getting unceromoniously lynched for lurking in the sith game realy woke me up, pity it did nothing about the rest of town.

[Subotan]

Lurking isn't exactly shiny shiny townie behaviour.

[Greyblades]

Doesnt seem to stop anyone...
Well it wasnt realy lurking, more waiting for the 20 posts a minute games to slow down.

[pevergreen]

Reenk Roink sat in his posh 5 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Reenk knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, a man in a white suit, tie, fedora and blue shirt entered. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Reenk's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

Reenk started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave Reenk a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the criminal in his mansion. Reenk had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a tommy gun and began shooting up the windows, and even took out the plasma TV. Reenk, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man dumping gasoline all over his priceless shag carpet. He flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the instrument right along with the music. He began moonwalking toward Reenk and his servant girl, and grabbed her by the hand and danced away.

At this point, Reenk got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk even better than his criminal counterpart. Even more importantly, Reenk was wearing gold pants, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. Reenk began singing the lyrics better than the criminal, better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage Reenk, so he became his backup dancers, and the servant girls joined in. The mansion was burning.... the strobe lights were flashing through the smoke, and the disco ball kept spinning. It was the single most awesome thing anyone had ever seen, and it was all captured on camera. The music video would later go on to be the most viewed viral video on the internet.

Reenk sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were able to scale Reenk's 10 foot tall iron fence and avoid the dozens of guard dogs and multiple redundant alarm systems, began pouring inside Casa de Reenk, making it both the most popular nightclub in all of Michigan, but also the hottest; literally. The flames of his burning mansion shot 30 feet into the air, and everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for Reenk who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, everyone began to shower Reenk with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him. So just as the song ended, the gentleman noted he was alone and ran away.

Reenk dedicated his performance to his two favourite things in the world, then retired to his massive bed with all his pretty ladies.


The other nightclub in town was deserted, apart from two people. They decided to spend the night talking, and made a fast friendship.



Alive: 12/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura


It is now Day 10. Day will end in 23 hours, 39 minutes. (Midnight Tuesday 4 May 2010 +10 GMT)

[naut]

Vote: Subotan

[White_eyes:D]

pever.....you are a write-up genius:cool:

[Reenk Roink]

Vote: GH

[Winston Hughes]

Vote: GH

Indeed...

vote: GH

[pevergreen]

pever.....you are a write-up genius:cool:

I can't claim any of the good ones as my own sorry, only one night were the kills done by me.

[White_eyes:D]

Then kudos to whoever made it....:laugh4:

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: Reenk Roink

'eh? Pay attention man, there's a game on here!

[atheotes]

So Reenk thinks (says?) GH attacked him?
Vote: GH

[Joooray]

I don't think GH is a good lynch choice. How come there is a runaway bandwagon on someone without any reasons given. I really don't like that.

This not the first time we see a mafia miss because one is not showing up for the action, so I'll Vote: AVSM, I know he is always lurking, but it could mean he could miss to send in orders from time to time. Or does anybody have any other suggestions?

[Winston Hughes]

I don't think GH is a good lynch choice. How come there is a runaway bandwagon on someone without any reasons given. I really don't like that.

Is it a bad choice purely because of the lack of explanation? Or do you have some other reason for thinking it a mistake to lynch GH?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Honestly that writeup has a GH feel to it. I don't see... maybe Psychonaut, but I doubt it. No offense.

[Beefy187]

GH would be a bad choice.

[Joooray]

Is it a bad choice purely because of the lack of explanation? Or do you have some other reason for thinking it a mistake to lynch GH?

More or less gut feeling.


Honestly that writeup has a GH feel to it. I don't see... maybe Psychonaut, but I doubt it. No offense.

I'm not to knowledgeable of the writing-styles of the members here, so I don't know about that. But I'd appreciate more input on that matter.


GH would be a bad choice.

Then vote for somebody else. :yes:

[Splitpersonality]

I don't see GH, but Subotan seems to be popping in just to save his own skin every round or so...

Vote: Subotan

[Reenk Roink]

Hmm, FoS Jooray seems a bit too concerned about GH.

As for the reason to vote GH, admittedly, I thought given the writeups length and content, that it fit GH, and I realized how I have a bad feeling on him.

Of course writeup analysis is generally a poor method and the writeup in question seems doable by anyone who has played a bit of games with me, also a dead player could easily be writing it.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Subotan should be lynched.

[Joooray]

Hmm, FoS Jooray seems a bit too concerned about GH.

Sorry for trying to stir up discussion and releasing the deadlock the town seems to have been. If I were mafia I'd be smoothly sailing along and keep the hell away from causing any attention. But let's assume for a moment that GH was my mafia partner. That would mean that I would be the one missing my orders all the time, but you can ask quite some people that I'm active here at least once a day, so that shoe won't fit. And it should be quite obvious why GH wouldn't be the inactive mafia member.

I really don't care about GH per se, but about bad lynch choices when I see them. I just don't feel like GH would further cause attention on himself by writing a lengthy write-up, after seemingly role playing all the time so far. Yes, he couldn't have known that pever would stress he is not writing the bulk of the write-up himself shortly afterwards, but he has said that from the beginning, so it's hardly fresh news.

[Secura]

Sorry for trying to stir up discussion and releasing the deadlock the town seems to have been. If I were mafia I'd be smoothly sailing along and keep the hell away from causing any attention. But let's assume for a moment that GH was my mafia partner. That would mean that I would be the one missing my orders all the time, but you can ask quite some people that I'm active here at least once a day, so that shoe won't fit. And it should be quite obvious why GH wouldn't be the inactive mafia member.

I really don't care about GH per se, but about bad lynch choices when I see them. I just don't feel like GH would further cause attention on himself by writing a lengthy write-up, after seemingly role playing all the time so far. Yes, he couldn't have known that pever would stress he is not writing the bulk of the write-up himself shortly afterwards, but he has said that from the beginning, so it's hardly fresh news.

This is the Joooray I've wanted to see since Nobless Oblige.

I'm so glad you've finally come out of your shell, dude!

[Joooray]

I don't see GH, but Subotan seems to be popping in just to save his own skin every round or so...


Sorry, but I don't see how you, or most others (me not excluded), are doing anything else?! :shrug:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Possibly someone who is usually active but disappeared in the past 24 hours. Might have assumed their partner would be there.

[Joooray]

This is the Joooray I've wanted to see since Nobless Oblige.

I'm so glad you've finally come out of your shell, dude!

:curtain:

---

BTW: pever, you promised us another helpful hint at the end of last day phase. But we never got it. :sad:

[Splitpersonality]

Sorry, but I don't see how you, or most others (me not excluded), are doing anything else?! :shrug:

I'm not saying that others aren't doing it, but he's posted almost nothing to the discussion.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

I'd go with Subotan. I just don't get a mafioso feel from GH -- though he's fooled me in the past as well so.....

[Greyblades]

Sorry, but I don't see how you, or most others (me not excluded), are doing anything else?! :shrug:

You think it's bad? Try getting lynched for doing exactly that, its no fun at all.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Subotan is fine as well. That sort of fits what I had in mind... don't know why he slipped by my notice.

[pevergreen]

Winston Hughes stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get crazy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he hopped out of town and spotted the lighthouse. So far three people had gone towards it and never returned. He had to check this out. He thought he saw something at the top, and decided that he might be able to prevent someone from dieing. He hopped faster and faster, switching legs when the pain got too bad. Along the way, he stopped to pick some lovely wild flowers. There were some green ones, some orange ones and even white ones. Winston felt a million years younger as he hopped along. The stress of the last 10 days was just wafting away. He hopped up the stairs.

As he looked out at the sandy beach and rolling waves, he snapped off a few petals, reciting some long forgotten rhyme. He felt something behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful flower in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He started to cry as the massive daisy picked up him and hugged him. All his life he had wanted a big flower friend.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at ot, confused. The flower raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you not know who I am? You must not know who I am. I'm the juggerdaisy, :daisy:" And with that, the flower picked Winston up and throw him in the air. Millions of razor sharp leaves cut Winston up into a thousand pieces, but he felt no pain. He would wait for the flower forever, in the great garden in the sky.

Alive: 11/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 17/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura


Day 10 continues.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Unvote: Reenk
Vote: Subotan

Did I ever tell you of the time back 'might ten years ago? Ah, it was stormy an' misty, but it was all right, for back then I was with Harriet an' oh, wasn't she the most splendid lass in all of the Isles, trust me on this. Beautiful straight, raven hair and eyes tha' would melt even the coldest of hearts. Ah, Harriet, come back to me!

*Continues drinking and mumbling about Harriet. You never do get to hear about what happened about ten years ago.*

[Csargo]

Vote:Subotan

Best option.

[Beefy187]

Vote: Captain Blackadder

Whip me if I'm being stupid.

[Subotan]

OK, so it appears I'm going to die. I don't really have anything I can say in my defence, since I've had very little understanding of what has been going on. I signed up to this game assuming there would be the Northern Irish vs. The British vs. IRA and it turns out there are Australians, French, Cats, Scotsmen, Lighthouses, whatever. I've been playing this game as scummily as possible to see how scummy one can play and live in the game, and I suspect I have been left alive primarily due to my assumed worth to the mafia more than anything else.

I have no idea who the day killer could be. But talking flowers do remind me of one previous mafia game.

Vote:AVSM

[Beefy187]

I don't care who. I just don't think its GH or Subo.

Unvote, Vote: AVSM

[Askthepizzaguy]

Talking flowers and extreme oddness reminds me of Reenk Roink for some reason. Especially this part:

"Do you not know who I am? You must not know who I am. I'm the juggerdaisy, :daisy:"

I don't know why, just feels like his vibe. But either the day killer will wipe out the night killers, or the night killer will wipe out the day killers. Plus he got attacked at night so I am less concerned about him for the night phases.

[pevergreen]

Talking flowers and extreme oddness reminds me of Reenk Roink for some reason. Especially this part:

"Do you not know who I am? You must not know who I am. I'm the juggerdaisy, :daisy:"

I don't know why, just feels like his vibe. But either the day killer will wipe out the night killers, or the night killer will wipe out the day killers. Plus he got attacked at night so I am less concerned about him for the night phases.

The day kills I can claim as my own, don't look for writing styles in them, they're all mine. From scratch.

[Askthepizzaguy]

The day kills I can claim as my own, don't look for writing styles in them, they're all mine. From scratch.

Then I have absolutely no idea who it is. And apologies to Reenk.

My next guess was going to be pevergreen. :clown:

[Joooray]

Vote:Subotan
Best option.

No, he is not. Though I don't know why he acted the way he did and potentially hurting the town, I don't think he is the one we are looking for.

AVSM is a much better option.

Tally:
Subotan : Psychonaut, GeneralHankerchief, Csargo
GH : Reenk Roink, atheotes, spL1tp3r50naL1ty
AVSM : Joooray, Subotan, Beefy

[TinCow]

Lynch GH

[Beefy187]

Bah... All the high rankers are saying that Subo is the best lynch...

Unvote, Vote: Subotan

[Askthepizzaguy]

Lynch GH

Any particular reason, or a gut feeling?

[Captain Blackadder]

Vote AVSM

I know he is a lurker normally but 8 posts only this late in the game means he should go now before the true end game comes around.

[TinCow]

Any particular reason, or a gut feeling?

I think he's the day-phase serial killer. It's obvious he's got a role and he's not exactly helping out with meaningful discussion. Plus, this is three deaths the day-phase killer has now caused, indicating regular activity.

[pevergreen]

SuBOTan had somehow been chosen as the next person to be imprisoned. He was rather unhappy, babbling on about such things as hot potato voting from beefy and how most of the town didn't think for themselves. He said some things that don't bear repeating, comparing the remaining population to sheep and welshmen.

pevergreen chuckled when SuBoTaN had been taken away.

"Ahh, SUBotan, you're a funny man. But, as I was reminded, I've found out something useful through my own snooping. For our innocent townspeople to emerge triumphant, there are still 5 people left we need to eliminate...with only 10 left, this is not good. Lets hope they get each other in the crossfire!"


Tally

5 - Subotan
3 - AVSM
2 - GeneralHankerchief

Alive: 10/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 8/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan

Killed: 17/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura


It is now Night 10. Night will end in 23 hours, 47 minutes. (Midnight Wednesday 5 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])

[TinCow]

For our innocent townspeople to emerge triumphant, there are still 5 people left we need to eliminate...with only 10 left, this is not good.

Lynch GH. :yes:

[Joooray]

Bah... All the high rankers are saying that Subo is the best lynch...

And everybody knows that they are always right in mafia and never ever scum!! Here is looking at you, Beefy. :stare: FoS: Beefy.


"Ahh, SUBotan, you're a funny man. But, as I was reminded, I've found out something useful through my own snooping. For our innocent townspeople to emerge triumphant, there are still 5 people left we need to eliminate...with only 10 left, this is not good. Lets hope they get each other in the crossfire!"

Okay, we are doomed.

[Subotan]

Beefy and AVSM are scum partners, by the looks of things.

EDIT: Nice write up, pever.

[Thermal]

As with Star Wars, a small summary of events would be cool. Thanks...

[Secura]

It honestly astounds me as to why the town are listening to the dead in this game; because there is at least one serial killer role (perhaps two, one for day, one for night), being dead doesn't absolve you of any culpability, because you can still be an SK'd mafia twisting in the knife from beyond the grave.

Make your own decisions, but rely on the words of the dead at your peril. :bow:

[Joooray]

Make your own decisions, but rely on the words of the dead at your peril. :bow:

:yes:

Especially everything TinCow says should be handled with extreme caution!!

[pevergreen]

Joooray was walking home, writing down things in his notebook. As he rounded the last corner, he noticed three figures emerge from the darkness. He knew this was coming. He decided to try to rush home. They started to move towards him, but not walking. They were all hopping. Joooray's face was the textbook display of confusion, as the three men were wearing rabbit suits. Jooray broke into a run, but they hopped fast and faster. When the rabbit men caught up to him, they carried him off and proceeded to make multiple hilarious youtube videos as Bugs Bunny and making Joooray as Fudd. After they were done, they buried him in their rabbit hole and in the process, killed joooray.

Alive: 9/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 8/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura


It is now Day 11. Day will end in 23 hours, 51 minutes. (Midnight Thursday 6 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])


Notice: from now on there will be no prior notifications as to who will be WoG'd. At this point, I expect a vote from all 9 players every day.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Personally, I don't trust anything Askthepizzaguy says, alive or dead.

[TinCow]

3 scum alive out of 9? Get it right this time people or we're screwed. Basic math shows that failure to lynch a mafioso here means we have to get 3 right in a row to win.

[Reenk Roink]

I think Jooray was one of the friendship guys. Vote: split

[atheotes]

3 scum alive out of 9? Get it right this time people or we're screwed. Basic math shows that failure to lynch a mafioso here means we have to get 3 right in a row to win.

after Subotan's lynch pever posted that there are 5 scum left. The day killer (s?) and night killers are in different teams and town is dependent on them hitting each other.
Another point to consider is that the number of scum - down to 5 from 7. CR, Greyblades, Winston and Subotan were the people killed. It is probably worth it to go back and read the thread for any partner behavior.
I dont have time to do it and anyways i have never been good at it.
Will be interesting to see who all fail to vote.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Suspect its:

4 town
3 mafia
1 s.k.
1 mafia/cultist (no partner left)

One day kill today will reduce these numbers with a 50/50 of taking out a town or a bad guy. The right lynch to go with it and the town could have the advantage. Guess badly once and it gets tougher. Twice and.....

[Secura]

:yes:

Especially everything TinCow says should be handled with extreme caution!!

You've gone from being a lurker to making some very good posts of late... what gives? :P

[Splitpersonality]

I think Jooray was one of the friendship guys. Vote: split

Seems possible, that could explain why there were no friendly conversations or anything last night...


One kill though? I wonder why that was... Do we know the whereabouts of the cat?

[Joooray]

You've gone from being a lurker to making some very good posts of late... what gives? :P

Was tied to my role, but rules forbid me from revealing publicly now. I just hope the town heads the advise I gave them last day phase. But it seems they are not.

[atheotes]

no day kills today...hmm
perhaps the cat is the reason...who has it?

Vote: GH very very unlike you to stay so quiet.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: atheotes

With the power of Ale... WE CANNOT FAIL! :barrel:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Only about 5 hours left in this round, and participation is still at 33% on a round where everyone who doesn't vote gets WOGed.

Worse, some players even posted here and then didn't vote.

[Captain Blackadder]

Vote AVSM

Lurkers are very bad at this stage in the game. Hopefully he will be wogged but if he is not I will be voting for him.

[Beefy187]

I gave the cat to GH.

Sorry I didn't have the chance to say that earlier.

Vote: GH

[pevergreen]

Day 11. This ordeal was lasting for longer than any of them thought it would. It was explainable how participation had dropped so low.

pevergreen sighed. "At the start of this, I asked you all to join and vote in 3/4 of the sessions we held here. This is the tenth, if I was a hard man, I would get rid of anyone who hadn't voted in 7 of the sessions, but, I'll lower it to 6. Captain Blackadder and Csargo, no more chances. Unfortunately for A Very Super Market... You'll be joining GH, who was voted as the most likely remaining menace to our town."

Generalhankerchief was dragged to his feet.

pevergreen looked at him in disgust, "Get your face out of that bag for one blooming minute, you slob. Have you got any idea of the severity of this situation?"

GH just blinked and rubbed his red eyes.

"Situation? Shuh? Where?"

AVSM was given to Beefy as his death sentance, Beefy was instructed to practise his song, his very sacred one.


Alive: 7/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


It is now Night 11. Night will end in 23 hours, 33 minutes. (Midnight Friday 7 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])

[Beefy187]

Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese... I really really think so!

[Askthepizzaguy]

This is giving me a headache.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

[Greyblades]

*Blinks* What just happened?

[Splitpersonality]

This is ridiculous...




I'm out of kiwis! :cry:




Also, it appears that the town is :daisy:'d

[Askthepizzaguy]

This is all Captain Blackadder's fault! :angry:

[Captain Blackadder]

This is all Captain Blackadder's fault! :angry:

How so?

[Askthepizzaguy]

How so?

Joking. I was chanelling C-3P0

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut...and oddly, Reenk.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved. Their jaws undropped though, as they all joined atheotes on his feet, gazing at the lighthouse. As one, they exited out of the town and headed towards the lighthouse.

Then, just Reenk Roink and pevergreen remained. Reenk smiled at pever.

"Come on Mr. Green, lets take a walk."

pevergreen gulped nervously and joined Reenk as they walked to the prison. Reenk pulled out a lighter and a cigar and offered one to pevergreen. He shook his head, Reenk shrugged and lit his up.

"Its been a long time coming, you know? Those on the way to the house will unfortunately end up inside a fissure, a nice hole in the ground for them. But those in prison? Oh they're gunna burn."

With that, Reenk tossed the lighter into a pool against the wall. pevergreen started to laugh, but then noticed that it wasn't water, but oil. And those piles of objects around the prison? Not bricks, but sticks of dynamite and containers of napalm.

Reenk grabbed pever and they ran. When they heard the explosion, they ran faster.

The dust settled and they panted and looked at each other.

Reenk grinned, "Seems I'm the only one left. Care to come back to my place, I play a mean game of Perfect Dark. I got the original cartidge and everything set up."

pevergreen's jaw dropped. He wanted nothing more in the world.


Game over.

Arsonist victory



Alive: 1/39
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 23/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:

[Greyblades]

...What just happened?

[Renata]

None of the factions I belonged to during the game won, that's what happened.

[TinCow]

Reenk killed 5 people by himself? The roles in this game make no sense.

[TinCow]

Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

Ah, nevermind. I think this is a GH-style false ending. At least... I hope it is.

[pevergreen]

Reenk killed 5 people by himself? The roles in this game make no sense.

Once you see his role PM you'll understand

your second post: I do that in all my games now. I like to let all the info out at once with the full explanation. Not have person x say oh i was so-and-so. person y asks what he could do and he butchers the explanation.

[Reenk Roink]

Gah those 5 missing day kills, 4 of them payed off with interest. :beam: Good game pever. :balloon:

[atheotes]

:wall: :wall: :wall: :wall:

I need a clarification but will wait for the host to complete his post.

[Splitpersonality]

I am abso-:daisy:ing-lutely mad right now.

I really hope pever's next post makes me less mad...

[Secura]

That was hilarious.

Can I come play Perfect Dark too? Loved that game. <3

[Reenk Roink]

Since the Mafia who in all respects should have won are kinda feeling mad now, and pever has let me post about my role as it was already given away this is my role PM (should explain what happened):


Congratulations! You have been randomly selected as the "arsonist". What does this mean? Every night, you may select a single person to "prime". During the day phase, you may trigger the "prime" (via PM to the host, or if you so wish, in thread) and have that person killed. You can use this to appear as a day time serial killer, or you can wait and "prime" multiple people and kill them all in a massive heap. The choice of how the people die is up to you, but it should be something that the people are not aware of (they will not know they have been primed) like a substance that may set them on fire when you light it (hence arsonist) or a remote activated drug etc. The choice is up to you. To win, you must be the last one left.

(Yes this was a random selection, it did randomly go to you. Have fun :beam:)

So essentially I built up a repository of primes early in the game and then first triggered on Renata (my only contribution to the kill method was the long lost love and the quote about the savior because I wanted to frame the reviver - how ironic that Renata was not the detective as I thought, but rather the reviver :laugh4:).

I focused basically on those I felt had a protown/neutral role because I needed the Mafia to whittle down numbers and also because I thought the protown group would at least get something right (bad string of games for protown groups :shrug:). I was surprised that there were 3 mafia left by games end so I thought I was screwed. Fortunately the unused primes were there.

Just to tell you, I didn't know about atheotes until this last vote phase. atheotes was left unprimed until this night due to his daykiller fishing and vote for GH last night. Otherwise I'd have primed Csargo... :beam:

[Secura]

It's going to be fun to see everyone's responses to this...

When I requested the WOG (course finished earlier today, yay!), the people who were setting me up as the traitor to the Aussies were revealed to me, and they were very confident of victory... a shame that it was snatched away so soon, but what a fantastic writeup nonetheless.

[naut]

Ah. He saved up the kills. Sorry I lurked, I allowed Reenk a much easier victory than he should have had.

[Renata]

Poor mafia. :( It was such a cool plan, too.

Why'd you think I was the detective, Reenk?

Edit: Nevermind, I bet it was my single-minded pursuit of Thermal Mercury.

[TinCow]

Why'd you think I was the detective, Reenk?

The detective was knocked off early... and I got an earful about it a little while ago. :creep:

[Renata]

Well that would certainly explain a few things.

[atheotes]

what protown group?

and i was not mafia.

[Renata]

Yeah, I was speaking very loosely there. But you know what I mean.

[Winston Hughes]

Oh dear. It seems I have an unfailing ability to leave everybody cold when I try to make a case, even when it's pointing out blatantly scummy behaviour. :embarassed:

Anyway, nice work RR. :bow:

I'm glad that you were the winning villain, rather than those scumbags who killed me with europop.

[Renata]

I think the problem was that the scums and the quasi scums were basically the only ones playing at that point -- and they may have been suffering from a touch of overconfidence as regards the non-towns they couldn't account for.

I don't know to what extent Reenk's role was balanced or whatever, but it certainly is fun to see a serial killer win one once in a while. Nice job Reenk!

[Greyblades]

Seeing as we are all revealing I was... a clueless townie that hadent realy been paying attention. Yeah.

[Beefy187]

Noooo!
Starwars was on TV yesterday. But this "Nooo" beats that one...

[Secura]

Noooo!
Starwars was on TV yesterday. But this "Nooo" beats that one...

:curtain:

[Splitpersonality]

What makes me mostly angry right now is that Reenk was supposed to die last night, but due to a last minute change, the target was switched...

*sigh*

[Askthepizzaguy]

What makes me mostly angry right now is that Reenk was supposed to die last night, but due to a last minute change, the target was switched...

*sigh*

Whoops. Whoever came up with that idea must feel really silly. :laugh4:

[Splitpersonality]

Whoops. Whoever came up with that idea must feel really silly. :laugh4:


YES I IMAGINE THEY DO :stare:

:clown:

[atheotes]

YES I IMAGINE THEY DO :stare:

:clown:


whoever lied about having 2 kills is really the one to blame :tongue3:

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Csargo, however quickly clamped his jaw shut, took off his fedora and used the hidden pistol to shoot Reenk. split started busting some Michael Jackson danced moves as atheotes left. He took off his hat, and with a shout of, "KUNG LAO" threw the hat straight at Beefy, slicing his head off. Pyschonaut tried to run, but Csargo had an intchy trigger finger.

The two of them and pevergreen, the only ones left. They looked at him and smiled.

"Looks like this town is done for. Unlucky for our fallen companions, Askthepizzaguy, TinCow and A Very Super Market, they didn't make it. But we must be off, other towns to terrorise and such. Cheerio."

pevergreen gaped in disbelief.

Game over.

Mafia victory



Alive: 2/39
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:

[Askthepizzaguy]

This one is even funnier than the first one.

I anxiously await more.

[Splitpersonality]

I just did something that I don't think I'm allowed to speak about on this forum.


and it was goooood :D

[Romanic]

I don't get it, which one is the true ending? [/lurker]

[Askthepizzaguy]

Howdy.

I was indeed a mafioso, and I ended up writing almost all of the murder writeups. Everything else was done by pevergreen I believe, and one by Split. I wanted to repost my work, because I've wanted to actually do murder writeups, real and entertaining ones, since the first Inishmore game and the Shadow Fort was the only other times I was really able to do murder writeups, out of about 22 games as mafia so far. I hardly ever get the chance to do so, so I am very happy I got to try my hand at it again.

Being dead meant I didn't have to bother hiding my writing style. Here are the ones my team did.

Any not in purple were mine.

Winston Hughes was sitting all alone eating chicken soup, when he heard a knock on the door. "Well who could that be?" he wondered. When he opened the door, he saw two men holding a big package. "Sign here" said the gruff voice. The box suddenly opened up, and out popped a monkey. "I didn't order a monkey" said Winston, as the monkey hopped into his arms and began playing the cymbals. "That's not our problem" said one of the two men. The monkey screamed at Winston and slammed the cymbals against his head, and everything went blank. When he woke up, Winston was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a table to his left, and just within reach was a gun, and a note that said "use me to escape". He was unsure what that meant, until the loudspeaker in the far corner of the room began to play a familiar melody.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2WGfqfQ6HM

He gladly put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.


Myrddraal was enjoying a game of mafia on his computer, but he felt like someone was watching him. This was never a good sign. Sure enough, just outside his house, a pair of beekeepers slid a tube through the pet door. The tube led all the way to their truck, which had a big sign on it which read "killer bees". They then waited by the front door with guns drawn, and waited for the inevitable screams. Myrddraal heard the omnious sound of buzzing and ran for the back door instead, but was running too fast to see the nearly invisible piano wire, running across the back porch at neck level. His body ended up in the back lawn, 7 kilograms lighter.

I provided the story, pever filled in the blanks on this one. He did a good job.

Sasaki Kojiro was sitting at home, checking out what was on TV. As it turns out, not a whole lot. Sure, tonight seemed to be some big Dr. Who thing, but he hated that show, so he eventually settled on some good old fashioned rugby. Brushing the old cat hair off his shoulders, he had just gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang. Grumbling, Sasaki got up to answer it. He swung the door open and to his amazement, there stood a big blue fox. She was on her hind legs and was posing seductively. She slowly walked past him and made her way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and giving Sasaki the best "come hither" look he had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of them on his TV. He followed this foxy lady, or was she a lady fox?, up the stairs into his bathroom, where she turned on the taps in his bathtub. Complying with her wishes, Sasaki lowered himself into the tub, after discarding his clothes, and sighed at how good the water felt. His mind went blank as the foxy lady gave him the best massage he had ever had. He was so relaxed, he didn't hear two men grunt and stagger their way up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The lady's hands went down past his shoulders, his biceps and elbows and to his wrists. Sasaki was shivering, anticipating the feeling of her fingers on his, but instead he was treated to the cold feeling of steel around his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw that he had been handcuffed to the taps. Silently, Sasaki cursed having such elaborate taps, and so far apart. He could move upward from a sitting position, but he couldnt get out of the water. Finally taking notice of the two men in the room, his face did not turn to horror, but puzzlement. The two men had brought in a high powered portable air conditioning unit. Laughing to themselves, they turned it on full blast and pointed it at Sasaki. He died of hypothermia before the sun rose.

Scienter was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sea salt and spray, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of hard word beneath her feet. Up ahead, she spotted some street performers, knife jugglers. Having grown paranoid, she put away her little notebook and turned to run away. What she in fact did, however, is fall on a bannana peel. It was a comical sight to others, but Scienter managed to do a double front flip and smack her head so hard on the wood that she died immediately. The two street performers walked over to her. Nudging the body with his foot, the taller one said "Why'd you have to bring the monkey again?" The monkey didn't seem to take that too nicely, he scampered down off the shoulder of the shorter one, onto the body of Scienter and starting jumping up and down, screaming. What shamed even the knife jugglers is when the monkey decided to add banging his cymbols together to the odd dance.

This one failed, so it was altered by pevergreen.

Seamus Fermanagh went out to the local pub. The funeral was depressing, but the lawlessness outside was getting out of hand. He ordered scotch and told the bartender to keep it coming. He lost himself in the football game on the telly, and the hours passed. Later that evening he stumbled out of the pub, drunk as a skunk dipped in scotch, and staggered out to the curb to hail a taxi. Two men wearing dark suits and fedoras came up to Seamus, and without saying a word they drew their weapons and shot Seamus in the back at point-blank range. Thanks to the scotch, Seamus didn't feel much pain, he simply drifted off to a cold sleep. He awoke the next morning, eyes blurry to a man putting down something. The man smiled and said, "Lucky I got to you in time, otherwise you would have been a goner!" He left before Seamus could identify who it was.

Methos knew that they were watching him. The security cameras in his office building weren't for keeping the building secure, they were for following his every move. At this moment, the government men would be in his home: collecting skin samples, hair fibers, and lifting his fingerprints off the pennies in his penny jar. It was only a matter of time before they would take him away and perform experiments on him. Then they would shoot him in the temple and leave him in the mountains to be eaten by wolves. Soon after that, he would be replaced by a clone, an obedient one to serve their wishes. Well he wasn't going to let that happen, so when he got a red envelope in the mail without a return address, he knew it must have been filled with knockout gas. He ran to the nearest window and threw himself out. He landed on the street below and died instantly. Two architects were standing nearby when it happened, and they were shocked to see Methos lying dead on the ground. One of them turned to the other and asked if he remembered to invite Methos to the upcoming charity ball, but the second one nodded and said that he had just mailed the invitation this morning in a red envelope.

YLC was restless... it was another night with no sleep. He simply gave up and decided to go do some chores. At least the house would be clean, and maybe he would get tired, he thought to himself. But after scrubbing all his walls with ammonia, he needed to step out for some fresh air. But he wasn't getting tired, he was getting hungry. So he grabbed his propane grill and decided to throw some steaks and shrimp over the clean-burning flame. Standing outside in just his boxer briefs, he was too focused on the glow of the fire to hear the footsteps of the two men in dark suits and fedoras walking up the drive behind him. Just as the steaks and the shrimp were ready, the men in suits opened fire, pumping YLC's body full of hot lead. YLC gripped the edge of the grill and with the last of his strength, he shoved one of the steaks in his mouth, and savored the sweet flavor in his final moments. One of the two men fired at the propane tank, and the explosion killed YLC instantly and burned his body to a crisp. They nodded to each other, and without saying a word, they left the scene in opposite directions.

Diamondeye was curious as a child, the two psychologists noted. He would always be climbing trees and turning over rocks, and trying new foods. He was also quite vulnerable to suggestion, to a fault it seemed. So they brought him into their office and they placed several objects in front of him, with instructions. The first was a bran muffin, with a note that said "taste me", and so Diamondeye picked it up and took a nibble. The next was a plush pokemon toy, with a note that said "squeeze me" and Diamondeye picked it up and squeezed it. The two psychologists took careful notes. The next was a slice of swiss cheese, which said "smell me" and Diamondeye picked it up and he sniffed it. The two psychologists just observed quietly. Next, there was an assortment of razorblades on the table, with a note that said "eat me". Without any hesitation, Diamondeye grabbed the razors and stuffed them down his throat. He didn't get to the next item on the table, which was a pile of jelly beans, and a note that said "shave with me". It was too late before the psychologists realized they had switched the signs by mistake.

Yaseikhaan was out walking his poodle, enjoying the fresh air while she did her business on the lawn of some big shot. "That's right Peanut, show mister money-bags what we think of him. Good girl." He heard the sound of three sets of footsteps behind him. "Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the men in dark suits and fedoras. "That's private property. Are you gonna pick that up?" Yaseikhaan nodded and brought out a plastic baggie. "Oh no mister, no plastic bags. Pick it up with your hands." So yaseikhaan picked up the mess with his bare hands. "Well are you going to carry it around or are you gonna get rid of it?" Yaseikhaan looked at them in confusion, and saw that they were all pointing guns at him. His eyes widened when they told him to get rid of it. He gulped and got rid of it, just as they had instructed. It was not pleasant. "I hope it tasted good" one man said in a gruff voice. "Hope you enjoy your dessert" said the man, as they shot Yaseikhaan full of hot lead. One of the men had a headache, and complained about it. "Aren't you going to see a shrink about that?" asked the man with the gruff voice. "He's the one who gave me the headache" said his partner. "He keeps bringing a monkey to the office and it won't stop playing the cymbals." His partner looked at him oddly, and just shook his head.

White Eyes sat on the beach, all alone. There was no one around to juggle knives with... and no more monkey. Who killed his monkey? His precious, precious monkey? He swore he would get revenge on whoever killed his monkey. But before he could hatch a plan to get revenge, a car crashed through the wooden fence seperating the beach from the shore, and drove down onto the sand, nearly running down poor White Eyes. He jumped out of the way just in time. The doors opened, and two men in dark suits and fedoras stepped out of the vehicle. They opened fire on White Eyes. But White Eyes was secretly a ninja, and he leaped through the air and did many flips, and landed between the two men in dark suits, and kicked their guns away. "Now is the time for your cruel undoing! I will desecrate your face with the heel of my foot!" shouted White Eyes.

However, the two men in dark suits and fedoras were no ordinary criminals. They were trained in the deadly arts, and were able to dodge the blows of White Eyes and deliver swift retaliation. Although White Eyes was a master ninja, he was soon overwhelmed by their fists of doom. One of the two men dropped to the ground and delivered a kick to the ankle of White Eyes, which stung really badly. The other one jumped vertical into the air and flipped several times before landing right in front of White Eyes and poked him in both eyes with his fingers.

"Ow, that hurts my body! But you are not only fighting my body, you are fighting my mind!" said White Eyes, who made a feint to the left, and then stopped, spun around like a ballerina, and then went left anyway. These tactics dazzled the eyeballs of his opponents, who were stunned and afraid because of his mastery of mental manipulations.

White Eyes took advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration and ran in a semicircle around the men, to the back. But the fedora men were smarter than that, and turned around. Aha but this was all part of White Eyes magnificent plan, so he kept running all the way around to the front, just in time to not be seen. So the fedora men kept turning, looking for him, and White Eyes continued running in a circle around them, faster and faster, until his legs began to blur and kick up sand and dust. Now the fedora men were dizzy and choking on sand, and they were unprepared for White Eyes most devastating attack: the cold stare of death. So he stopped and waited for the dust to settle, and the two men staggered and stumbled toward White Eyes.

But then he just looked at them like this: :stare:

It was overpowering! The two men fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness, they couldn't take it anymore. But White Eyes would not relent, he just stared at them some more... his eyes widening to an unimaginable, almost cartoonish size. The sight of this made one of the men declare that there was no God, and made the other one cry for his momma. White Eyes grinned :beam: and laughed at this, like so: :laugh4: But then, some of the dust blew into his nose and made him sneeze, and try as he might, he could not resist the urge to close his eyes... breaking the powerful hold. In that brief instant, his advantage disappeared. The two men grabbed him and turned him upside down, and stuffed him headfirst into a bucket filled with discarded cigarettes, which was too small and got stuck halfway, covering his eyes. White Eyes did a backflip and tried to fight on, but he couldn't see or deliver the mighty stare. So the two men ran and grabbed their guns, and returned. White Eyes was swinging wildly, and hitting nothing but air. He heard the sound of pistols clicking and once again used his powerful mind to escape.

"I should warn you, I have a tiny bulletproof shield the exact size of a bullet somewhere on my body, and if you hit it, I'll be unharmed, and your plan will be foiled. You'll be the laughing stock of me!"

The logic of this confounded the two men, who realized the error of their ways and put the obviously worthless guns down on the ground and surrendered. White Eyes was far too clever for that, and jumped 15 feet into the air and stomped on their heads like Super Mario, crushing their skulls instantly. All of a sudden, tons of hot supermodels came out from behind the fence with champagne and caviar and the entire Ugly Betty Season 2 DVD collection. They also had those flowers on a string that makes a necklace, and put that on White Eyes, who was like "yay". The very next year he was elected Prime Minister, and he governed for at least 100 years, until he built a rocketship and explored the galaxy. That's when White Eyes woke up, and saw two men in dark suits and fedoras standing next to his bed.

"Oh :daisy:" said White Eyes, just before they smashed his skull in like a pumpkin.


This one failed, because someone didn't show up, so it was altered by pevergreen. The original was awesome. I was heartbroken.

Reenk Roink sat in his posh 5 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Reenk knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, a man in a white suit, tie, fedora and blue shirt entered. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Reenk's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEDoDmxCZTk)

Reenk started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave Reenk a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the criminal in his mansion. Reenk had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a tommy gun and began shooting up the windows, and even took out the plasma TV. Reenk, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man dumping gasoline all over his priceless shag carpet. He flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the instrument right along with the music. He began moonwalking toward Reenk and his servant girl, and grabbed her by the hand and danced away.

At this point, Reenk got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk even better than his criminal counterpart. Even more importantly, Reenk was wearing gold pants, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. Reenk began singing the lyrics better than the criminal, better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage Reenk, so he became his backup dancers, and the servant girls joined in. The mansion was burning.... the strobe lights were flashing through the smoke, and the disco ball kept spinning. It was the single most awesome thing anyone had ever seen, and it was all captured on camera. The music video would later go on to be the most viewed viral video on the internet.

Reenk sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were able to scale Reenk's 10 foot tall iron fence and avoid the dozens of guard dogs and multiple redundant alarm systems, began pouring inside Casa de Reenk, making it both the most popular nightclub in all of Michigan, but also the hottest; literally. The flames of his burning mansion shot 30 feet into the air, and everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for Reenk who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, everyone began to shower Reenk with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him. So just as the song ended, the gentleman noted he was alone and ran away.

Reenk dedicated his performance to his two favourite things in the world, then retired to his massive bed with all his pretty ladies.

Splitpersonality wrote this one.

Joooray was walking home, writing down things in his notebook. As he rounded the last corner, he noticed three figures emerge from the darkness. He knew this was coming. He decided to try to rush home. They started to move towards him, but not walking. They were all hopping. Joooray's face was the textbook display of confusion, as the three men were wearing rabbit suits. Jooray broke into a run, but they hopped fast and faster. When the rabbit men caught up to him, they carried him off and proceeded to make multiple hilarious youtube videos as Bugs Bunny and making Joooray as Fudd. After they were done, they buried him in their rabbit hole and in the process, killed joooray.

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WObfcDIf6lY)

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


I hope they were entertaining enough.

Good effort to Tincow and Split, who did an excellent job this game. Thank you for your contributions, AVSM and Csargo. Sometimes real life happens. :shrug: Congrats, team.

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and started singing out loud. He waved towards Pyschonaut and Pyscho threw off his clever visage and pulled an object from his bag. He threw it at Csargo, split and atheotes. They all looked, Reenk as well and saw... Wee Sean. Sitting there, he licked his paws, the pure sight of the "Aww" moment. Beefy used the distraction to grab a megaphone and continue singing. The noise was so dreadful, it actually forced them to kill themselves.

Pyschonaut and Beefy stood grinning at each other. They'd won, and now they could live in happiness with their cat.


Game over.

Crazy singing man and his cat victory.



Alive: 2/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Reenk Roink
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:


Interesting tidbit: Wee Sean did not roleblock the person that had possesion of him.

[Reenk Roink]

Now I knew my ending was fake because I had missed so many primes throughout the game. But split really seemed to believe. :beam: :laugh4:

What rationalization can be made for this ending though? :sweatdrop:

[Beefy187]

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

[pevergreen]

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

Lovely how I can tie that old game in like this, eh? :grin2:

I'm going to go back and re read it. :laugh4:

[Subotan]

So Beefy really did want that cat?

[pevergreen]

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

Lovely how I can tie that old game in like this, eh? :grin2:

I'm going to go back and re read it. :laugh4:

Oh man, that was two and a half years ago now. Same time as the first Castle game was being hosted.

It was also like...the second week of me going out with that girl. Wow. Oh well, England has to deal with her now...


Yeah, beefy wanted the cat. In addition, the first game (this is the second, right) was based off a theatre play we saw together for school, the cat was probably our favourite character. So why not have his son in this one, since he was in the first one. :laugh4:

[Greyblades]

Um... was this a three way draw or what?

[Zack]

What on Earth?

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Wee Sean is the coolest.

[Splitpersonality]

What the :daisy:

I give up on trying to understand this game.

[Renata]

I bet I know what the next one is. Though I'm sorry about Reenk. :(

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and smacked atheotes, while split and Csargo flanked Reenk and Pyschonaut respectively. With a jerk of his head, atheotes regained motor control. He laughed and looked at Pyschonaut.

"You'll be joining me now, won't you."

Pyschonaut just nodded. As atheotes and his new friends went to the prison to gather those convicted, he glanced at his team. It wasn't nearly as many as he had hoped, but he did alright. Two mafia members, and two townies.

From a hill overlooking the town, Reenk Roink just shook his head.


A few months later:

atheotes stepped off the ship and kissed the ground. He was finally home. As his friends stepped out, the police cuffed them all. atheotes smiled and directed them towards his truck. Those fences won't build themselves.


Game over.

Kiwi victory.




Alive: 5/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo
atheotes

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 19/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market

Escaped to see another day: 1/39
Reenk Roink


Thats it. The real ending.

Congratulations to atheotes, for his victory, and to his newly found workers with no wage; split, Csargo, Beefy and Pyschonaut.



Mafia members:
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
Csargo
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
TinCow

Australian Cult Members:
Methos
YLC
atheotes

Kiwi Cult Member:
atheotes

Scottish killers:
Thermal Mercury
Warman

Doctors:
Dr. Yaseikhaan
Lord Winter the intern
Renata the Emergency Room specialist.
Joooray the Pyschiatrist

French Kidnapper:
Sigurd

Arsonist:
Reenk Roink

Original carer of Wee Sean:
Sasaki Kojiro

Town Drunk:
GeneralHankerchief

Priest:
Centurion1

Queen:
Chaotix

Special Townie:
Diamondeye

Detective:
Scienter

[Splitpersonality]

Wait so we lose.

[Beefy187]

Just to make sure, I'm going to wait a few more days :beam:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Wait so we lose.

No, I lose you win. Kiwis won and you were recruited.

[pevergreen]

Summary of night events:

Night 1:

AVSM and TinCow kill Winston Hughes
ATPG investigates Scienter
atheotes blocks actions against YLC
Csargo and split kill Myrddraal
Joooray investigates Seamus
Methos and YLC convert Secura
Reenk Roink primes YLC
Scienter investigates Reenk Roink
Sigurd kidnaps Reenk Roink
Thermal and Warman kill Khazaar
Yaseikhaan protects Greyblades

Night 2:
AVSM and Csargo kill Sasaki
ATPG and split kill Scienter
atheotes converts TinCow
Joooray investigates Secura
Methos and YLC convert Niklas
Renata revives Winston Hughes
Thermal attempts to kill GH

Night 3:
ATPG and Csargo attempt to kill Seamus
Atheotes and Methos convert Renata
Centurion1 converts Secura
Joooray investigates YLC
Sigurd kidnaps TinCow
Thermal and Warman kill Sigurd
TinCow investigates Crazed Rabbit
Yaseikhaan protects Seamus

Night 4:
AVSM investigates GH
atheotes converts Renata
Csargo and split kill Methos
joooray investigates TinCow
Methos and YLC convert Seamus
Reenk Roink primes Renata
Renata revives ATPG
Thermal attempts to kill Renata
Yaseikhaan protects Centurion1


Night 5:
AVSM and split kill Diamondeye
ATPG and Csargo kill YLC
joooray investigates Zack
Reenk Roink primes YLC

Night 6:
ATPG, Csargo and AVSM kill Yaseikhaan
joooray investigates Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink primes ATPG
split investigates Pyschonaut
Warman kills Seamus and ATPG
Yaseikhaan protects Csargo

Night 7:
atheotes recruits Beefy187
Reenk Roink primes Diamondeye

Night 8:
AVSM and split kill White_eyes:D
Csargo investigates Winston Hughes
joooray investigates GH

Night 9:
AVSM investigates joooray
atheotes converts Csargo
joooray investigates Subotan
Reenk Roink primes Winston Hughes
split attempts to kill Reenk

Night 10:
AVSM and split kill Joooray
joooray investigates Beefy187
Reenk Roink primes Joooray

Night 11:
atheotes converts split
Reenk Roink primes atheotes
split kills Captain Blackadder

[pevergreen]

The spreadsheet i used to keep track of the game

http://www.filefront.com/16396661/Activity%20sheet.xlsx


https://img684.imageshack.us/img684/4230/sheetp.jpg

Green - alives
Red - dead
Yellow - cult
Orange - kidnapped

Is mostly correct, stopped worrying about it towards the second half of the game though.

[Splitpersonality]

No, I lose you win. Kiwis won and you were recruited.


No, atheotes wins, we're all just slave labor in New Zealand...

[pevergreen]

Australian Cultist quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/93DQYwLxdW8BD

Cultist new members quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/tzZ9DrWvVrqKE

Mafia quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/N2MFUqbBnDB5U

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Well, I guess I indirectly killed someone?

Also: "I won't let my mason partners endanger themselves" my ***

[pevergreen]

Abilities:

Australian cultists:

Together with one other Australian, you may convert one person to your cause every night. The third person may choose one of you or him/herself and prevent any actions occurring to that person (including, but not limited to protections, roleblocks and killing)
If your numbers fall to 2, you may continue converting one per night, but you lose the secondary ability. If you have only one original member standing, they may recruit one person every second night.

Kiwi Cultist:

You may choose to convert a person on the second night or following nights for yourself. This person will become your partner, and known to your partners. The two of you together may convert one person to your cause per night.

Mafia Members:
With one other member, you may kill anyone. This may fail if they are protected or if one of you is roleblocked. To avoid the roleblock, you may add a third person to the kill attempt. If you decide to have two sets of two attack, the fifth person may perform an investigation on one person. Each person must send in orders for them to be successful.
If you fall to four members, you may still send two kill groups of two, or have one kill group of 3 and one investigation. If you fall to three members, you will have one kill and one investigation, or just one kill. If you fall to two or one members, you will regain the ability to kill two people per night, using one member per kill, or in the latter case, both.

TinCow: would die if investigated by joooray
ATPG: dies upon contact with Wee Sean
AVSM: after death, gets revived as town

All three did not know they had those special modifiers, but it was hinted at in their role PM.

Arsonist:
Every night, you may select a single person to "prime". During the day phase, you may trigger the "prime" (via PM to the host, or if you so wish, in thread) and have that person killed. You can use this to appear as a day time serial killer, or you can wait and "prime" multiple people and kill them all in a massive heap.

Town Drunk:
You may only post nonsense and gibberish, apart from two things: actual votes and the following:
At any time, you may send a PM to the host with a riddle of medium to hard complexity. If the host gives the go ahead, you may post this in thread asking for the answer. If someone answers correctly, you gain the ability to "unlynch" one person, that is, break them out of prison. They will then function as fully alive citizens, and retain all abilities and alignments they had whilst alive.

Scottish:
Together you may, at the start of the game, kill one person. This may increase to two kills, and may reduce back to one, depending on the flow of the game. You will be notified when either of these things happen.

This was intended to keep the kill rate at the higher number of possible kills.

Kidnapper:
Every second night you may kidnap a person. They will then effectively be dead. On the following night, you may investigate them and get their role and alignment. At any point, you may choose to release a person back to the town. If you die, any/all people you have kidnapped will return to the town.

ER doctor:
Every second night, you may select one person and bring them back to life. They will retain any abilities or alignments they had while alive.

Doctor:
You may select one person besides yourself and have them saved from any harm that may come to them that night. However, due to the drugs you use, you may not protect the same person 3 nights in a row, they need at least one night off before you can resume protecting them.

Detective:
Once per night, you may investigate a person and get their role.

This role was also the anti arsonist. If they investigated a primed target, they would remove the prime, and the arsonist would not know.

Queen:
If you are lynched, you will be actually killed, and if you are killed by this or any other method, the following day phase will be skipped due to your funeral.

Priest:
Once per two nights, you may encourage someone to renounce any love they have for other lands, convincing them that staying in England is a much better idea.

Pyschiatrist:
Each night, you may investigate one person and find out their role and alignment.

Intern Doctor:
You may choose one person each night, besides yourself, and protect them from any harm that comes to them.

Had a 33% chance of killing whoever he targeted due to mistakes

Special Townie:
What does this mean? You don't know.

Gets revived after death and joins the mafia team.

[Romanic]

Wait - why is there four endings?

[pevergreen]

Check out The Godfather 3, by GH. Blame him.

:laugh4:

[atheotes]

:grin:

honestly, i thought and consider that all Kiwis win including Tincow, Renata, AskthePizzaguy, Csargo, Beefy and Splitpersonality. Without Tincow and Particularly ATPG, i dont think the kiwis would have won. :bow:

[Askthepizzaguy]

:grin:

honestly, i thought and consider that all Kiwis win including Tincow, Renata, AskthePizzaguy, Csargo, Beefy and Splitpersonality. Without Tincow and Particularly ATPG, i dont think the kiwis would have won. :bow:

Yeah, I thought so too.

[Renata]

I certainly thought so, considering the fit I threw when pever told me I had reverted to town upon my death. By then I knew the Australians and Kiwis were cults, and the identities of two mafia members -- how could I continue under those conditions? So I didn't.

[Secura]

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

[Askthepizzaguy]

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

That's usually the case. See Beefy's signature line: It's who you least expect to be guilty.

[TinCow]

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

I always knew you weren't a traitor; I was the traitor. You were just a convenient scapegoat. Sorry if that annoyed you, but I needed an explanation for why Methos and YLC got knocked off in succession.

[Secura]

I've got to be entirely honest and say that I don't think the game was balanced whatsoever; while I was still town when I requested the WOG (busy busy at the time), I was still hoping to rejoin the Australians, but looking back at the QuickTopics and the fact that atheotes was always Kiwi and TinCow was foisted onto the Aussies... it seems as though the Australians had no chance of winning whatsoever, and to be frank, that doesn't make for a good game; YLC and Methos lost for reasons completely and utterly out of their control... they were basically going to die from the off.

I think any role should be able to win in a game of mafia, but when the chips are stacked that high against you, you're pretty much up excrement creek without a paddle. I know there's probably going to be alot of disagreement, but that's my two cents, really. I don't think I've been part of a game where things have just been that confusing and that stacked in mafia favour before.

As for annoying me... that would be an understatement. I think it's more disappointment than anything; disappointment that I was recruited, lied to regarding motives, kept in the dark then unconverted and treated with suspicion and disdain for matters I had no control over. I chastised and pressured Centurion for reasons why he converted me back, and I was not informed; I told the Australians everything and was still treated as a liar.

Anyway, I know now who to trust and who to overlook entirely, and I believe that I can walk away from the game with integrity, which suits me fine.

[Methos]

What's bad, is I had figured out it was Tincow that was the traitor, but due to other things I never came back to the game after I figured it out. After YLC's accusation against Secura and then his withdrawal, I posted an argument against Secura, but didn't request a vote against her. Like I told Secura, the leak is the first one who votes her and sure enough, Tincow did exactly that. Sorry I didn't stick around long enough to help after that point. Also, sorry Secura that I had to say such harsh things against you, but it was the best way to catch the leak (Tincow).

[Secura]

What's bad, is I had figured out it was Tincow that was the traitor, but due to other things I never came back to the game after I figured it out. After YLC's accusation against Secura and then his withdrawal, I posted an argument against Secura, but didn't request a vote against her. Like I told Secura, the leak is the first one who votes her and sure enough, Tincow did exactly that. Sorry I didn't stick around long enough to help after that point. Also, sorry Secura that I had to say such harsh things against you, but it was the best way to catch the leak (Tincow).

Yes, but the town didn't believe it unfortunately... it's worse for Niklas who was lynched in my stead after I asked for the WOG for the same reason I was supposed to be lynched; it was well-played, but I still feel it was imbalanced against you and YLC (and, indeed, the town) from the get-go, really.