Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Johhog]

I'm extremely sorry for being inactive guys, at least I'm back now.

[classical_hero]

I promise you, if you make me director, you will be subject to the most twisted, sadistic, and undeniably hilarious deaths this mind of mine can come up with.How can you execute a dead man?

[sturmhauke]

Execution by rifle.

Is there a suggestion box for the Director?

No. If you want more Roman style excesses, you'll have to put one of your cronies in the office.

[thefluffyone93]

How can you execute a dead man?

"You" as in town.

I was talking to the town in general.

Rawr on you.

[Askthepizzaguy]

No. If you want more Roman style excesses, you'll have to put one of your cronies in the office.

Cronyism? In politics?



......


Is that allowed?

[thefluffyone93]

Cronyism? In politics?



......


Is that allowed?

OH U.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

Please allow time for processing.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'd like to share this from my inbox:

The title of the PM was "Totally Frustrated"


just wanted to let you know that i have deeper respect for the organizing you've done up to now.

This comes from a situation where I was aiming to promote people in two different groups, led by one guy. Just two, not the 8-10 I work with a night. I've always, always offered people the chance to do things on their own, because autonomous choices really lessen my workload and I very much am waiting for that moment where nobody needs my help to get promoted. I know EXACTLY how difficult it is to promote, not only because you have to dodge luck this and murder that, guess who is getting attacked, yadda yadda, but the organization of just 5 people at once is nightmarish.

So they didn't care for the configuration I suggested, and I explained the reason for it was because we had already passed the dusk deadline. It was night time. Changing orders during the night is a recipe for disaster, it's happened several times this game alone. I said yes, if we had more time, I know we could have done things more efficiently, put all the newbies in one group and added an additional murder from our mades due to greater efficiency, or did a protection.

Well, they were dissatisfied so I suggested several new configurations which were much better, and they wanted to switch orders. I said "You're the boss. Go for it."

Here it is, 24 hours later, and...


Sure. anyone who thinks otherwise is nuts. I'm having problems with just 6 people.

Keep in mind, this is with folks WANTING to change orders and a clearly superior different set-up that they agreed was necessary. :laugh4:

Ask fubbleskag or sturmhauke how much fun this can be.

I heartily encourage folks taking command of their own groups. Remember the advice I posted way back on day one. I really wanted you guys to try doing it yourselves. Yeah its not at all optimal having someone else do it for you. You can get taken advantage of quite easily. And you might be able to do better. By all means. But if you're wondering how much "fun" you're missing out on, I've got several folks who can offer testimonials.

:wink:

Just the initial step of deciding who is in the group and who the target is, if you have more than one person involved in the decision making process, it can take hours or even a full day. It takes one person a few minutes to decide; it takes several people a lot longer.

You can probably understand why Congress doesn't do jack. I'd drop a Star Wars here about how people should be made to agree, by someone, but that sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship doesn't it...

You have to admit, it's more efficient. :laugh:


...........


Oh look, night is over. I wonder if everyone managed to get those orders in on time. I'm talking to them in real time now.

Guess what? Straight from the source, they ended up with, and I'm quoting, "squat" for their trouble. Which is less than what they started with.


Warned ya.... :shrug:

You can HAVE this job. Seriously, go for it guys. I want you to.



"bangs head on desk"

Freedom's great, ain't it, Don?

[Montmorency]

Dissension in the ranks! The Alliance crumbles! The moment to strike has come!

[TheLastDays]

Dissension in the ranks! The Alliance crumbles! The moment to strike has come!

*slaps*

Oh wait, you didn't mean to strike you, right?

[Montmorency]

To slap a ghost one must be a ghost. Have you died this night? :eyebrows:

[TheLastDays]

I can slap anyone I wish! Also, we should stop the spam, I guess.

[sturmhauke]

Ask fubbleskag or sturmhauke how much fun this can be.

Heh. I keep a spreadsheet with relevant data. If you want a real data crunching challenge, go play EVE Online.

[thefluffyone93]

I can slap anyone I wish! Also, we should stop the spam, I guess.

https://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h454/thefluffyone93/tom_delay.jpg

[GeneralHankerchief]

"I was born
Six-gun in my hand
Behind a gun
I'll make my final stand"
...Bad Company


Tenth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington

scottishranger had departed the Committee for the night, ruminating about the rather mundane execution and what was in store for him in the future. Things weren't looking good, he knew that much, but scott had been through worse. He was a grizzled old survivor after all. This was nothing new to him.

He checked his surroundings, more out of habit than anything, and froze. He saw the setup. There was a silhouetted figure nearby with what looked like a syringe gun, ready to flush him out and get him moving somewhere else. Tracing the line of escape, he found two more people up high, carrying what looked to be a flowerpot (with geraniums) and another with some type of falcon. Obviously they were going to drop that on him. There were two other routes of escape. One was being manned by a suspicious-looking person with an umbrella. The other had a guy who was fingering what was quite obviously a grenade. This wasn't good.

All of this ran through scott's head in less than a second. The syringe man would flush him out any second now, and he would be a dead duck. But then something happened.

The syringe man flushed him out, but soon stopped - because he himself was under fire from a different, unknown source. Scott still ran though in direction #1 (flowerpot and falcon) - but nothing was dropped on his head. While fleeing to safety he took a moment to glance and saw both of his would-be attackers wrestling with his saviors. scottishranger would live to see at least one more day.


thefluffyone93 was jauntily strolling down one of Fatlington's lanes, without a care in the world. Well, this wasn't quite true, as there was always the threat of death, but fluffy was in a better place than most. He had made it known that he would make a run for Director the next day, and there seemed to be a pretty strong dark horse movement brewing around him. Yes, fluffy had it going pretty good.

Which is why it was such a shock when the attacks came. fluffy was hit from three directions at once, with no chance to sprint for cover or even fight back. As he lay on the ground, bleeding out, he remained conscious long enough to hear his attackers closing in on him and catch glimpses of their conversation.

"You brought the knife?" said Voice Number One.

"Yes," said a second. "Remember, this is in addition to the coins. Otherwise the Donna won't be happy."

fluffy moaned. All three heard this and chuckled. "Still with us, eh fluffy?" came Voice Number One. "I'm impressed. You've got a lot of starch in you. Or a lot of... fluff... if you prefer. No matter, we'll be taking it out of you soon enough."

fluffy remained conscious just long enough to scream.


Slash and Earn sat morosely on the curb of a poorly lit street. The dim lighting corresponded well to his mood. Why did this have to go on for so long? Why couldn’t everything have just solved itself by now? It wasn’t fair! This had officially been the worst birthday ever. No gifts. Not even a single acknowledgment from the commissioner or anyone. And so he sat there, head buried in his knees, taking a peek back to his watch every few minutes to keep track of how long he had left.

11:57 P.M.

Slash gave a sigh. But then, his ears perked when he heard two pairs of footsteps approaching. His head turned on a swivel, and he spotted two folks in trench coats, almost completely cloaked by the night. He sat, frozen. The two pulled to a halt next to him. “You know,” the one on the right said. “Not everyone forgot.” Slash’s eyes lit up. The one on the right pulled out a photo from a pocket and handed it to Slash. It was a beautiful, scenic mountain, dotted by pine trees. At the bottom, in neat cursive, was written, “Seward’s Folly”.

“A trip to Alaska?!” Slash questioned excitedly. “Is this my gift?”

“No,” the one on the left answered. He pulled a hand gun from inside his coat with lightning speed, and held it to Slash’s forehead. “This is.” His partner looked at his watch. “11:59. Looks like we were just in time.” Just seconds before the stroke of midnight, the man on the left squeezed the trigger. They left Slash and Earn on the pavement, still clutching the photo in his right hand.

The two figures walked off, nodding to the other two figures nearby who were ready in case the first pair failed.


qlyphz would be spending his night in the penthouse suite at the Hotel Abbatoir. He had made these arrangements sometime prior, reasoning that, if this was to be the end for him, he may as well spend his remaining days in luxury. And so he enjoyed the finest of comforts that Fatlington had to offer, drinking fine liquors and lounging in comfort.

A loud, sharp knock on the door brought qlyphz back to reality. Clearly, some people were trying to break in.

One of the other things qlyphz liked about the penthouse suite at the Hotel Abbatoir was the relative solitude, in which a person had a lot of time to construct an elaborate means of escape if they were so inclined. qlyphz was so inclined, and his quickly made his way to the window where a crude zip line had been set up with the building across the street.

Just as the door burst open and three figures came in, machine guns raised, qlyphz smiled, waved, and zipped along to safety. The best part was, his reservations at the Hotel were still good for another day.


Skotsko had met his end much more comfortably. Like qlyphz, he was enjoying his moments drinking a bottle of a particularly fine whisky - Chivas Regal, 25 year - that he had saved for a particularly special occasion. He figured that his impending death would qualify.

The burst through the door came, and Skotsko found himself face-to-face with two attackers brandishing machine guns. Thankfully, they did not fire immediately.

"Two of you, eh?" Skotsko asked them politely. "Mafia hit, then, I presume. Tell me, which calling card might you be?"

The two mafiosi looked at each other in confusion. "King of hearts," one of them said, finally, breaking the awkward silence.

"Ah, yes. I'm glad it's you," Skotsko said, taking another sip. "Classy. Elegant. Not vulgar like the coins or 'Seward's Folly' or God forbid the amputated toes. I'm glad it wasn't them at least. Come, take a drink with me. Oh don't worry, it's not poisoned or anything," he noticed them still looking at him oddly, "I just want all of us to talk like gentlemen, to prove that they still exist even in situations like these."

After some conferring, the two mafiosi agreed, and after they finished their whisky they put Skotsko away professionally, leaving the King of Hearts behind as promised.


In contrast to the other two, AggonyKing was spending his night in squalor. More concerned with survival than anything else, he had decided to spend the night huddled in a dumpster. Not the best decision as his suit was ruined and the smell was already starting to get to him after thirty minutes, but King kept his eyes on the prize: life. Life was surely worth this.

The dumpster muffled a lot of the outside sounds, and as a result King did not hear the car slowly pulling up alongside his hideout. He did not detect that anything was wrong until the lid opened up and somebody stuffed a fistful of grenades in. The grenadier hightailed it back to the car which was probably a good move as the force of the explosion blew the entire dumpster apart.

"What about the coins?" the driver asked.

"Shotgun can get 'em," the "grenadier" replied, as he was sitting in the backseat. "I've done enough."

"Oh, fine," the person riding shotgun said, and flipped two 1951 half-dollars out his window in the general vicinity of the former dumpster.


It was a relatively quiet night at the tavern, but Diana Abnoba had at least found someone to play cards with. She was pondering a hand when a pair of strangers came up behind and started observing. She was holding a two, four, and five of spades, a jack of diamonds, and a king of hearts. She went to discard the king and jack, but a harsh tsk from behind her made her pause. She looked back at them and gave them a curious look.

“Never get rid of the king of hearts,” he whispered. “Go with it until the end.” Diana just shook her head and deposited it in the discard pile anyways. At that moment, she saw her opponent finally break his poker face. She turned around, just in time to see the advice giver swinging a bat down at her. She ducked just out of the way, and the bat came on the table with a vicious thump. Diana scrambled for the door. The batmen lunged at her with a mighty swing, but in the chaos created by the assault, a small gaggle of people had flooded towards the door, and the bat made contact with the back of a bystander, who fell in pain, but otherwise was fine. But in the flood, the two had lost sight of Diana, and when the room had cleared, she was nowhere to be found.


The end was extremely violent for Diamondeye. He had been running for a while, first being chased by one, then three, then four, then finally five armed attackers before he was cornered in an alley. The attackers seemed hesitant, as if looking for one or two more, but the leader of them signaled to go anyway.

"WAIT!" Diamondeye panted. "...why?"

"Time's up, scum," the leader said. "Time to die." And they emptied no less than 154 shells in Diamondeye's body, evidently making absolutely sure before finally heading off into the night.


The two attackers expecting a similar result on Oh! The Last Days! found their expectations quickly crushed. Not only did they not quite have their full contingent of numbers but when they cornered TLD they found three armed figures waiting for them.

The attackers debated opening up anyway, trying to kill the entire lot, when another figure swooped in from the side and aimed his gun at the two attackers. "Ready!" he shouted and clicked his gun, and this was the two attackers' cue to hightail it back to their cars, dropping two 1951 half-dollars in their midst behind them.


God Emperor was spending his evening in a different penthouse, sipping on a drink of his own and catching the daily news off his wireless. All of it was bad, McCarthy was working his further magic, the Soviets were being the Soviets, general racial unrest. Korea. The economy may have been booming, but Truman was fast wearing out his welcome and there was so much danger ahead, O Discordia.

He turned it off in a rut. None of this was good. Music, music was the remedy. He decided to put on Nat King Cole's hit new single, "Unforgettable". This record was going places, God Emperor could tell. Nice, easygoing tune, it made him reminisce about the times before everything went straight to hell. He put it on and relaxed in his chair.

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A banging on his chair. God Emperor sighed. Really? Now? He got up, prepared to fight. Another bang. And then, the door burst open and a silhouetted figure moved in, heading straight for God Emperor. He was fast. The two started punching each other, and the punching soon gave way to shoving and getting whatever hits in they could. People and things were getting thrown around. The penthouse was getting trashed, all set to the tune of Nat King Cole.

After an intense and brutal five minutes, the attacker gained the upper hand, holding God Emperor in a choke grip and hanging him out the broken window. "At least let me know who it is," God Emperor said, and the attacker, after pausing a moment, complied, showing his face. God Emperor gasped. "You? Why?"

"You know why." And then the attacker, instead of just simply dropping God Emperor off, drew a Mauser C96 and pulled the trigger once. God Emperor was blasted out of the penthouse, falling. "Unforgettable" ended. Life went on.


09:12AM, Tuesday, 8 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"And that concludes today's report," Commissioner Fermanagh said, coughing. "And now, the postmortem results."

"It looks like, despite some of the Committee's best efforts, we had a good lynching, as landlubber was an out-and-out scoundrel, being a confirmed gangster. We believe he was originally a Made with with one of the families, unlike many of you who were at one time good people." He took another stiff drink and continued.

"The good news continues... for the good people, at any rate. Camikaze was another Made gangster, another starter as well. Frozen In Ice was a minor criminal who may have done some wetwork for the families, but was not too far established when he died. fubbleskag is a great loss, as he was a town doctor who was actually working to protect people, though he may have had some mafia affiliations. Ibn-Khaldun was a straight townie who was doing his best in a difficult time. Memnon was the same, as was robbiecon, although he had some shady associates." He let this all out, pausing to reflect on the sheer amount of carnage.

"Lastly, this is terrible news for all American patriots, as Andres turned out to be a special operative hunting down a certain target. Obviously his mark is far beyond my pay-grade, but the importance of Andres's mission was stressed to me several times. We can only imagine his loss and the possible failure of the mission could be a very grave blow for the country."

Director sturmhauke now took the podium. "Thank you very much, Seamus," he said. "We will now commence with the voting and the Director selection."


OOC

Day Eleven begins. You are voting to lynch and select a Director.

Phase ends:


Feedback PMs will be out in the next couple of hours. I have a lot of RL work to do this weekend so excuse the possible delay. As always, if you are expecting a promotion, please PM me after feedback has been sent. Thank you.

Attacked = 51: a completely inoffensive name (n2), Ameranth (n3), Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Cahoma (n2), Camikaze (n7)Cecil XIX (n3, n6), Chaotix (n2, n3), Craterus (n3), Diamondeye (n7, n9), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Earthling (n1), edse (n5), El Barto (n2), Erebus (n5, n6), guiri (n8), Hero di Classico (n7), Ishmael (n4), J.D. (n6), Jarema (n9), johnhughthom (n4), Khazaar (n8, n9), Master Necromanver (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10), Psychonaut (n5), qlyphz (n10), Raskolnikov (n1), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), Scienter (n8 x2), scottishranger (n4, n10), Secura (n3), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), sturmhauke (n8), Suburban Plankton (n4), taillesskangaru (n3), Zack (n6)

Wounded = 14: Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), guiri (n8), Lord Brennus (n3), Monk (n8), Psychonaut (n6), Sasaki (n9), Slysnake (n1, n3), Tratorix (n4), Zack (n7)

Killed = 44: AggonyKing (n10), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Andres (n8), Arjos (n3), Bow-wow-wow (n5), ByzantineKnight (n6), Camikaze (n8), Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Cecil XIX (n7), Choxorn (n9), dcmort93 (n9), Diamondeye (n10), Drunk Clown (n7), El Barto (n3), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), Frozen in Ice (n8), fubbleskag (n8), God Emperor (n10) Ibn-Khaldun (n8), J.D. (n6), Johnhughthom (n7), Jolt (n7), Kagemusha (n6), Lord Brennus (n5), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Memnon (n8), Moros [luca] (n2), Nictel (n6), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Raskolnikov (n6), robbiecon (n8), Romanic (n7), Skotsko (n10), slash and earn (n10), slysnake (n5), Suburban Plankton (n5), thefluffyone93 (n10), TinCow (n3), Tratorix (n6), Visorslash (n7), woad&fangs (n9), Xenoneb (n3), Zack (n9), Zim (n9)

Lynched = 8: Earthling (d2) [townie], a completely inoffensive name [townie](d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump (d4), Ishmael (d5), Montmorency (d6), landlubber (d8), Captain Blackadder (d9)

Wogged = 4: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane (n4), Master Necromanver (n4), taillesskangaru (n4)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

AggonyKing, Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, B Ray, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BillMc, BSmith, ByzantineKnight, Cahoma, Chaotix, Choxorn, Clitsome, Craterus, Crazed Rabbit, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, edse, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, Guiri, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, J.D., Johhog, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Lewwyn, Monk, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Peasant Phill, Populous Romanus, Psychonaut, qlyphz, Renata, Sasaki Kojiro, Scienter, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, sturmhauke, The Stranger, ULC, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II, Yaropolk

[Montmorency]

The two attackers expecting a similar result on Oh! The Last Days! found their expectations quickly crushed. Not only did they not quite have their full contingent of numbers but when they cornered TLD they found three armed figures waiting for them.

The attackers debated opening up anyway, trying to kill the entire lot, when another figure swooped in from the side and aimed his gun at the two attackers. "Ready!" he shouted and clicked his gun, and this was the two attackers' cue to hightail it back to their cars, dropping two 1951 half-dollars in their midst behind them.

Heh.

By the way, who was it that claimed fyremarble was a Don, eh?

[Diamondeye]

I had an idea things would end like this. I seemed to be right.

Oh well, GE, we tried. Good luck to anyone and everyone still alive :bow:

[AggonyKing]

took you guys long enough to kill me :D

[Ishmael]

I would like to point out that with the death of what was presumably the last FBI operative, the Communist Party has never been in a better position. Contact me if you're interested.

[Crazed Rabbit]

vote: edse

Let's lynch a surgeon everyone!

CR

[Craterus]

select: Craterus

[God Emperor]

I had an idea things would end like this. I seemed to be right.

Oh well, GE, we tried. Good luck to anyone and everyone still alive :bow:

We did :)

See you guys on the other side ! :p

[TheLastDays]

What the...? Leave me alone! Also, nice try, Pizza :cool:

[Montmorency]

So what happened to those 12 kills a night, Pizza? I'm not seeing it. And what happened to those 5 rogue detectives? Oh well, I suppose you did get the traitorous 6th then? Oh no, you didn't. :P

[Choxorn]

Just to tell you, GH, you guys don't have a lot of the dead guys' roles listed, and you also still have a lot of dead people listed as "Active."

[GeneralHankerchief]

The roles are listed, we just stopped putting them in the player list. You need to read the end of the day writeups when Commissioner Fermanagh delivers his postmortem reports.

[GeneralHankerchief]

All feedback PMs should be out, please PM if there are any outstanding issues. Thanks.

[thefluffyone93]

GAWD DANGIT!

Curses on all of you!

NOW YOU WILL NEVER SEE MY SICK WRITE-UPS!

[Choxorn]

Cool, but dead players are still dead, not active, and you should stop listing them as active. ;)

[Frozen In Ice]

Fluffy you should have waitied till today to annoucne your candiancy, you;d have it in the bag.:)

[Erebus]

Select: Zombie Fluffyone

Even better then Zombie Reagan.

[Populus Romanus]

Fluffy, if you were alive today I would be voting for selecting you.

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPwLvvWHD0s




To keep alive a moment at a time
But still inside a whisper to a riot
To sacrifice but knowing to survive
The first to climb another state of mind
I'm on my knees, I'm praying for a sign
Forever, whenever
I never wanna die
I never wanna die
I never wanna die
I'm on my knees
I never wanna die
I'm dancing on my grave
I'm running through the fire
Forever, whenever
I never wanna die
I never wanna leave
I never say goodbye
Forever, whenever, forever, whenever





The Anachronism hour with Santino Slice Senior




"Buon giorno, Fatlings. This is Santino Slice, once again filling in for my son DJ Slice. The song you just heard was "Walk" by The Foo Fighters. I wish to make an announcement. I've decided I've had enough of this government. It's time for a change! I'm going to be running for Director of this committee.

I don't particularly care for no-frills executions. I promise you if elected, I will spare no expense, drowning all the rats in this city.





Select: Askthepizzaguy for Fatlington's Pest Exterminator.

Reasonable rates. Years of experience. Competent service. Glorious death guaranteed.

[Montmorency]

Pizza is losing his grip on power. As it is said, his men, who hold no great love for their erstwhile master, will begin to abandon his cause, now that they see that no profit can be gained thereof. Pizza, I say, would admit himself well if he were to do a noble thing and prostrate himself before the town and take its knees in supplication.

For Pizza may be of some use, yet, and his information may redeem his crimes.

:wiseguy:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Pizza is losing his grip on power. As it is said, his men, who hold no great love for their erstwhile master, will begin to abandon his cause, now that they see that no profit can be gained thereof. Pizza, I say, would admit himself well if he were to do a noble thing and prostrate himself before the town and take its knees in supplication.

For Pizza may be of some use, yet, and his information may redeem his crimes.

:wiseguy:

I presume you still remember how to count votes?

Call me when the math matches your words. :wiseguy:

[Montmorency]

Here is from the catalog of all the nations that went to war against Hellas under the Great King Xerxes:


I cannot give the exact number that each part contributed to the total, for there is no one who tells us that; but the total of the whole land army was shown to be one million and seven hundred thousand...

As regards the land army supplied by all the nations—Thracians, Paeonians, Eordi, Bottiaei, Chalcidians, Brygi, Pierians, Macedonians, Perrhaebi, Enienes, Dolopes, Magnesians, Achaeans, dwellers on the coast of Thrace—of all these I suppose the number to have been three hundred thousand. When these numbers are added to the numbers from Asia, the sum total of fighting men is two million, six hundred and forty-one thousand, six hundred and ten...

Suppose, however, that they were equal in number, neither more nor fewer. If they were equal to the fighting contingent, they made up as many tens of thousands as the others. The number, then, of those whom Xerxes son of Darius led as far as the Sepiad headland and Thermopylae was five million, two hundred and eighty-three thousand, two hundred and twenty.




:smug:

Do you think the 5 Nations of Mafia Scum can overcome all of Town, now that even the Communists are desirous of worthy alliance?

These are the words I know have been spoken to you of Town's valour by a foul traitor and exile:


Now I praise all the Townies who dwell in all the Gameroom, yet I am not going to speak these words about all of them, but only about the Fatlings. First, they will never accept conditions from you that bring slavery upon Fatlington; and second, they will meet you in battle even if all the other corruptible Townies are on your side. Do not ask me how many these men are who can do this; they will fight with you whether they have an army of 5 men, or more than that, or less.

I myself do not promise that I can fight with ten men or with two, and I would not even willingly fight with one; yet if it were necessary, or if some great contest spurred me, I would most gladly fight with one of those men who claim to be each a match for three Townies. So is it with the Fatlington Townies; fighting singly they are as brave as any man living, and together they are the best warriors on earth. They are free, yet not wholly free: LAW is their master, whom they fear much more than your scums fear you. They do whatever it bids; and its bidding is always the same, that they must never flee from the battle before any multitude of scum, but must abide at their post and there conquer or die. If I seem to you to speak foolishness when I say this, then let me hereafter hold my peace; it is under constraint that I have now spoken. But may your wish be fulfilled, PizzaKing.

[Askthepizzaguy]

:balloon: :balloon2: :balloon3: :balloon2: :balloon: :balloon2: :balloon3: :balloon: :balloon2: :balloon: :balloon2: :balloon3: :balloon2:



DAY 11: INDEPENDENCE DAY





I think it's time to announce my retirement as people wrangler.




OOC: Last night was successful on many levels, although we lost a couple good people. The main success behind it was that many stragglers seeking to become doctors or wiseguys or rogues or Mades should have achieved 100% of what they wanted or are within one successful move of becoming so. The remaining families save one seem to be fine operating without my assistance and are proving capable in many regards. I am simply obsolete.

Congratulations to those of you who made it.


To those of you leaving the nest, here's my advice: You have groups. You have worked with these folks for a while. You know them, you trust them. Keep going. What do you need me for, you've already got allies, partners, and promotions mostly. Send PMs to everyone in the group, invite everyone to chat, IM, or quicktopic. Get yourselves organized and select a leader among you to send in default orders. Essentially, my replacement, known to be loyal to yourselves. Get your night actions agreed upon BEFORE DAY PHASE ENDS, and DO NOT ALTER YOUR ORDERS.


To those of you who have yet to hatch, you can go the rest of the way without me, seriously. If you honestly think you still need the assistance I'm here, send me a PM. Otherwise try to do it on your own.



There will be no N11 orders from me unless you meet very specific exceptions. You're on your own.

With love, Pizza.

[Montmorency]

Phooie! Just collapse and fall in amongst yourselves already!

[Askthepizzaguy]

Phooie! Just collapse and fall in amongst yourselves already!

I suggest hiring a new propagandist as well. :wiseguy:

[Ishmael]

And of course, if you feel that you can't trust your groups to support you now that the iron fist of ATPG is no longer casting its shadow over their every move, join a group that's permanent, stable, and that you can actually win with. Join the Communist Party.

[Visor]

I think I speak the truth when I say this: You're all :daisy:ing screwed.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I think I speak the truth when I say this: You're all :daisy:ing screwed.

That's a bit redundant, isn't it?




Vote: Edse

You know what I want, and it isn't candy.

[Cahoma]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Edse sorry dude.

Oh yeah.

[edse]

Vote edse I was going to shoot myself next night anyway.

Select: Craterus Only person able to beat ATPG.

[edse]

I AM a surgeon in case anyone affiliated with the town doubt it

[Diamondeye]

anyone affiliated with the town

I'm sorry, what?

In other news, I think congratulations are in order: It looks like Sasaki Kojiro is the Capo de tutti Capi this time around :bow:

[The Stranger]

select: craterus

[classical_hero]

vote:Edse
Select:craterus

[Sasaki Kojiro]

hmm, who is craterus that the mafia want to select him?

Vote:fyremarble

Even mafia should realize that it's a bad idea to kill a surgeon.

[Death is yonder]

Heh.

By the way, who was it that claimed fyremarble was a Don, eh?

It was me, on behalf of anonymous intelligence that was quite reliable.


And of course, if you feel that you can't trust your groups to support you now that the iron fist of ATPG is no longer casting its shadow over their every move, join a group that's permanent, stable, and that you can actually win with. Join the Communist Party.

Soo err the communist party that's maybe a fifth the size of the town (and that's optimistic) has a higher chance of winning?

*scratches head* :huh:

Vote: fyremarble

Hello donna! :creep:

[The Stranger]

keep up the show sasaki... we all know your true nature.

[Believer]

Vote: ATPG

Select: ATPG

It's all for the funsies! : D

[thefluffyone93]

Vote: ATPG

Select: ATPG

It's all for the funsies! : D

*sniff*

I was for the funsies.....

Guess mafia are all work and no play....

[Diana Abnoba]

I'm sorry, what?

In other news, I think congratulations are in order: It looks like Sasaki Kojiro is the Capo de tutti Capi this time around :bow:


keep up the show sasaki... we all know your true nature.



Yes, I agree (and this day has to be marked down on my calender, I actually agree with The Stranger :laugh4:) I think it was you and your little mafia group that tried to have me killed last night. Nice try, but I'm still here :tongue3:

Vote: Sasaki


Select: ATPG I think it is best to keep him where we know where he is at night. If he is in the director seat he can't do any active things at night, he can't advance his role. And besides we all know he can do some awesome write ups. :2thumbsup:

[Populus Romanus]

Select: Craterus

vote: fyremarble

[Riedquat]

Sasaki is a Don? :inquisitive:

No entiendo nada!

[Montmorency]

Well, you see, the Mafia like to use a little trick called, uh, LYING.

[Chaotix]

You guys do realize that Craterus is one of ATPG's puppets, right?

No matter which one you elect, you are putting ATPG in power. The election is rigged.

[Xenoneb]

Craterus is not a puppet. As far as I now, he his never talked to ATPG. He was voting for himself for since the beginning, and was in my group for the first 3 nights.

[Subotan]

It's fun watching things get shockingly revealed in thread days after becoming aware of them. I feel like I'm watching a puppet show.

In any case, remember that fortune favours the bold, that desperate measures call for desperate cures - and alea iacta est. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4XT256HnXE)

[gibsonsg91921]

Select: ATPG. He's a great writer.

Vote: edse

[Montmorency]

It's fun watching things get shockingly revealed in thread days after becoming aware of them. I feel like I'm watching a puppet show.

In any case, remember that fortune favours the bold, that desperate measures call for desperate cures - and alea iacta est. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4XT256HnXE)

Well, men trust their ears less than their eyes, the hastening of any matter breeds disaster, circumstances will rule men and not men the circumstances, and the most hateful of human griefs is to have knowledge of the truth but no power over the event. :bow:

[autolycus]

Select:atpg
vote:edse

[Earthling]

keep up the show sasaki... we all know your true nature.

And since the mafia killed that "Lone Agent" or whatever he was for you, where does that put you?


The election is rigged.

Who are you voting for then? Get a rival don or elect somebody of your own, or are you already with a family that thinks they have things locked up and given up your own ambitions for don? Looks like we got other families supporting Craterus for Director and lynching fyremarble, both are acceptable to the town.

[Subotan]

I have knowledge of the truth, yet feel no grief. If I grieve, then it is due to the lack of giant gold-digging ants in this game.

[The Stranger]

And since the mafia killed that "Lone Agent" or whatever he was for you, where does that put you?

wth are you talking about -_-

[sturmhauke]

Select: Craterus
Vote: fyremarble

[Jarema]

Select:atpg
vote:edse

[guiri]

Select: Craterus
Vote: Fyremarble

[TheLastDays]

Select: Oh! TheLastDays!

vote: Askthepizzaguy :cool:

[GamezRule]

select: ATPG because honestly, it is bound to be interesting and his personal nighttime abilities that he is sure to still have would be limited from the position.

You'll likely never lynch him until you lynch the lawyer. I'm sure many players know who he is by now, and it's just a matter of somebody blabbing his name out for everybody to see.

vote: abstain to avoid a WoG in case I don't get a better idea.

[Diamondeye]

I think it was you and your little mafia group that tried to have me killed last night. Nice try, but I'm still here :tongue3:

:curtain:

[Askthepizzaguy]

You guys do realize that Craterus is one of ATPG's puppets, right?

No matter which one you elect, you are putting ATPG in power. The election is rigged.

I thought Craterus was one of yours, actually. :laugh4:

[Seon]

Support: ATPG. I find myself agreeing with GamezRule. Put him in directorship and set him to stasis.

[Sprig]

Works for me.

Select: ATPG


Naughty townie becoming surgeon. tsk tsk. Vote: edse

[GamezRule]

Actually, I think I will vote: edse.

[Beskar]

Vote: edse

[Seon]

0_0

[classical_hero]

Actually, I think I will vote: edse.You did not unvote.

[classical_hero]

unselect; select:ATPG I can't allow a non scum to be director.

[DaveShack]

Vote: edse

[Neri]

Select: ATPG. I've yet to experience first-hand one of your legendary write-ups.

Vote: Edse. I thought you were dead already.

[Subotan]

Vote: Edse. I thought you were dead already.
If you are surprised at people being alive, then that is itself a good enough reason to vote for them *coughcoughTHE_STRANGERcough*

[Xehh II]

Select: ATPG
Vote Edse

[Montmorency]

Couple things, Subo:

1. Neri is Mafia.
2. The Stranger is unlikely to be Mafia.

Just drop your vendetta against him. Isn't it enough that it got you lynched?

[Krill]

unvote, vote: edse
unselect, select: ATPG

[Subotan]

2. The Stranger is unlikely to be Mafia.

Just drop your vendetta against him. Isn't it enough that it got you lynched?
The mafia have already won this game - he on the other hand is an unknown quantity for both scum and town, and it's worth bringing that to attention again.

And vendetta? This is relatively mild compared to how I've behaved in the past.

[Montmorency]

It's not over until the sun rises on the 15th dawn. You'll see.

I'm always wrong about other things, so I must be right here.

[Double A]

vote: edse
select: ATPG

http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110609170031/gyropedia/images/thumb/4/43/RarityShrug.png/185px-RarityShrug.png

[landlubber]

2. The Stranger is unlikely to be Mafia.

I disagree-- most, if not all, of what I've heard points to him being scum.

[Montmorency]

At the very least, he is not aligned with Pizza. That's really all that matters, at this point.

[Kennigit]

vote: edse

[Beefy187]

Vote: Fyremarble

Why are we lynching surgeons?

[Xenoneb]

Guys. Your only protown choice is Craterus. Select him.

[Lewwyn]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Fyremarble

[edse]

Unvote:vote: fyremarble ...

15 Pizza puppets is too much for me, give me a gun and lock me in a room and you get the job done.

[Montmorency]

Tally? Is there any hope?

[Ishmael]

Whoa, where did this case on edse come from? Have the scum just given up on pretending to be town now?

[seireikhaan]

Please send your orders to issaikhaan ONLY. Do not send them to GH.


"Instantly you struck me as
Quite a catch
Luckly I left you with-
Out a scratch
You seem capable of mind control
And you've disabled my very soul
I'll take what's mine before I regret it
And mute this feelling not to often get"
...Take What's Mine
...Baumer


09:03PM, Tuesday, 8 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


An air of menace hung over the Committee. It seemed to Director sturmhauke that the majority of them were now either actual mafia members or people in their pocket. The votes were tallied; edse was sentenced to death. Sturmhauke read the official decision out loud through clenched teeth. Most of the faces in the room wore a look of smug satisfaction; some were carefully neutral and a few eyes glanced around nervously. Edse himself only sat there in stony silence.

“Bring in the last meal,” said sturmhauke. Someone left the room to deliver the message, and sturmhauke turned to edse. “I’m sorry, friend. You were one of the last good citizens of this rotting town. I hope you like the food. It’s simple fare, but well made I think.” At that, a man entered the conference room pushing a cart. He stopped next to edse and placed the food on the table – a large T-bone steak with mushrooms and onions on top, a baked potato, steamed peas and carrots, and a basket with assorted condiments. The man then poured a glass of dark red wine and stepped back.

Edse ate a few bites out of politeness, but then set down his knife and fork. “Thank you, this is delicious but I’m afraid I’m not very hungry.” He glared at some of the other Committee members. “At least have some of the wine, edse. It will go easier for you if you do,” said sturmhauke, nodding slightly. Edse stared back for a moment, then nodded back and raised the glass to his lips. “Hmm, this is not bad. It’s quite good actually…” He quickly downed the rest. “Please… clean up this town… after I’m… after I’m…” Edse collapsed onto the table, dead. The wine glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor.

Sturmhauke rose and addressed the Committee. “I see here you’ve also seen fit to choose another Director. He’s welcome to the post, I’ve had enough of this charade. Some of you are still good people, you know what to do. May the rest of you rot in Hell.” He turned and strode out of the room.

Fermanagh gave a grim gaze at Sturmhauke as he departed. Nevertheless, he turned to the newly elected Director, Askthepizzaguy. "Good luck, sir. I pray we do not need it." With that, he handed over the gavel, which Askthepizzaguy gave a quick "thump" to signify that the day's events were wrapped up.


OOC:
Orders for Night 9 are due no later than:

Sorry for the slightly short night phase, but the alternative is waiting an extra day, because my Tuesdays don't exist.

Please send your orders to issaikhaan ONLY. Do not send them to GH.


Lynch Vote Tally:


Edse: 16 (Lewwyn, Kennigit, Double A, Krill, Xehh II, Neri, Daveshack, Tiaexz, GamezruleSprig, Jarema, autolycus, Gibsonsg, ATPG, CR, Cahoma)

Fyremarble: 7(Beefy, quiri, Sturmhauke, DiY, Sasaki, Populus Romanus)

Askthepizzaguy: 2(TLD, Believer)

Sasaki: 1(Diana)

[Ishmael]

Well this should prove interesting.

[Askthepizzaguy]

A reporter for the Fatlington Gahzette stood up, brow furrowed, looking perplexed.


Reporter: "Excuse me, isn't this the man suspected of having connections or dealings with every crime family in the state of New Jersey? Didn't we condemn his family to death twice already? How is he even eligible to serve?"


Several people nodded with agreement. Santino watched the reporter suspiciously, and checked to see if his own microphone was turned on.


Reporter: "Excuse me, Mister Slice, I have some questions. Will you bring criminals to justice, if they are condemned by a plurality? What are your plans for Fatlington? What is your true agenda? "


Santino Slice Senior: ..........





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayO1wtXbh_Q




Santino Slice Senior: "Any more questions?" ~:pimp:

[Montmorency]

So few. So few came. I thought it might have been at least in the double digits...

[Double A]

So few. So few came. I thought it might have been at least in the double digits...

Hiding with the lurkers or in the crowd is the safest way for a townie to go right now.

[TheLastDays]

So few. So few came. I thought it might have been at least in the double digits...

"Arise! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending! Death!"

[Askthepizzaguy]

Best thing for townies would be to prevent further hits on townies. You already have the mafia going to war with each other. Stop townies from dying and you'll be fine.

But it might mean taking some risks or dealing with shady characters. If you don't like it, this isn't the game for you. :wink:

[The Stranger]

If you are surprised at people being alive, then that is itself a good enough reason to vote for them *coughcoughTHE_STRANGERcough*

It is Ser The Stranger for you, ghost.

[Diamondeye]

Vote: Fyremarble

Why are we lynching surgeons?

:curtain: Why not?


Guys. Your only protown choice is Craterus. Select him.

:laugh4:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Yeah I thought that one was amusing too.

[Xenoneb]

I give up on this game. See you next year.

[Montmorency]

"Arise! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending! Death!"

As it is said, not by the hand of a townie will he fall: the terrifying WitchPizza, Lord of the Mafia.

Hear that, Communists?

[Ishmael]

Well, if people want to help out with killing ATPG then they can feel free to join....

Note to ATPG: Please don't hurt us

[Askthepizzaguy]

As it is said, not by the hand of a townie will he fall: the terrifying WitchPizza, Lord of the Mafia.

Hear that, Communists?

Three Families for the Don-kings under the sky,
Seven total for the Made-lords in their halls of stone,
Rogue detectives for wayward criminals doomed to die,
One Lawyer for the Director on his dark throne
In the Land of Fatling where the Shadows lie.
One Pizza to rule them all, One Made to find them,
One Pizza to direct them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Fatling where the Shadows lie.



Hurt you, commies? I wouldn't think of it....

[Double A]

select for the rest of the game: ATPG

[Xenoneb]

More and more, it seems I was in bed with the mafia with out knowing it. 2 have died, 2 are now(almost for sure) mafia. Only one of my group still stands.

[Askthepizzaguy]

More and more, it seems I was in bed with the mafia with out knowing it. 2 have died, 2 are now(almost for sure) mafia. Only one of my group still stands.

Given the numbers, it's not surprising. You'd have to be pretty isolated or dead early on to have had no relationship whatsoever with the families.

[thefluffyone93]

Given the numbers, it's not surprising. You'd have to be pretty isolated or dead early on to have had no relationship whatsoever with the families.

I believe that was me until my untimely death.....

[seireikhaan]

Night finished, no more orders.

[The Stranger]

Three Families for the Don-kings under the sky,
Seven total for the Made-lords in their halls of stone,
Rogue detectives for wayward criminals doomed to die,
One Lawyer for the Director on his dark throne
In the Land of Fatling where the Shadows lie.
One Pizza to rule them all, One Made to find them,
One Pizza to direct them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Fatling where the Shadows lie.



Hurt you, commies? I wouldn't think of it....

yanoo it wouldnt hurt to be more creative...

[Askthepizzaguy]

yanoo it wouldnt hurt to be more creative...

Certainly. Why not show me some of your recent creative work, mister Stranger? I'm willing to study the superior creativity of a master such as yourself, in the hopes that one day, I might meet your standards. :bow:

[The Stranger]

I'd be happy to oblige if you are interested in Dutch poetry or literature and can read it.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'd be happy to oblige if you are interested in Dutch poetry or literature and can read it.

My point is that cultural references are not examples of creativity, but of sharing common experiences. It's not meant to be judged in that manner. Also of relevance, I think I've put forward more original creative material in this game than you've given me credit for; more than you've put forth. I view your criticism through that lens. :wink:

With respect.

[The Stranger]

? you are having points now.

well i was joking at first but now i dont understand what you are getting on to.

i dont see how poetry or literature is just a cultural reference and not a example of creativity but that is a discussion best held somewhere else i guess.

also i was just reffering to the tolkienrip-off and not to anything else youve done this game. i never said that you were a uncreative person.

[Believer]

My point is that cultural references are not examples of creativity, but of sharing common experiences. It's not meant to be judged in that manner. Also of relevance, I think I've put forward more original creative material in this game than you've given me credit for; more than you've put forth. I view your criticism through that lens. :wink:

With respect.

As soon as I am done with my essay for this uni course I'll blow your mind with all the originality I can. And my pie hole.

[thefluffyone93]

Why be original when the internets haz so much to provide?

[The Stranger]

creativity doesnt equal orginality.

a person who copies paintings of famous painters is creative but not original

and a great mathematician or literary critic can be original without being really creative, tho i do think originality does contain atleast a certain amount of creativity.

[Frozen In Ice]

creativity doesnt equal orginality.

a person who copies paintings of famous painters is creative but not original

and a great mathematician or literary critic can be original without being really creative, tho i do think originality does contain atleast a certain amount of creativity.
I think what Pizza was saying is that he wasn't going for creativity, he was going for something everyone would recognize. I don't think he was saying poetry is a cultural reference.

Of course Pizza might have meant somthing else but that's what I got from it at least.

[TheLastDays]

So this is what this is coming down to? Art class? There's a serious lack of machine guns firing right now.

[The Stranger]

I think what Pizza was saying is that he wasn't going for creativity, he was going for something everyone would recognize. I don't think he was saying poetry is a cultural reference.

Of course Pizza might have meant somthing else but that's what I got from it at least.

ah ok. i understand. still hes taking it too serious tho :P he immediatly perceives it as an attack on his person which it is not.

[seireikhaan]

Apologies, got caught up with some rl things. Won't have things posted for a few hours still.

[Double A]

So this is what this is coming down to? Art class? There's a serious lack of machine guns firing right now.

Quick, someone draw a machine gun firing.

[seireikhaan]

"This might hurt, it's not safe
But I know that I've gotta make a change
I don't care if I break,
At least I'll be feeling something
'Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don't wanna go through the motions
I don't wanna go one more day"
...The Motions
...Matthew West


Eleventh Night -- The Streets of Fatlington


Psychonaut had not made it ten blocks from the Center when a cloaked man emerged from a dark alley, wielding a machete. The man clumsily swiped for an attack, but Psychonaut easily parried the maneuver, and sent the man flying the other direction with an easy shove. The man stumbled up, but Psychonaut was already well off and away by the time he’d gathered himself. He muttered to himself as he stashed the machete away for the night.


Chaotix found himself in a similar situation. He found himself circling around a light pole, as a cautious attacker with a silver knife tried to get around. But whichever way he lunged, Chaotix lunged the opposite. Finally, annoyed at the shenanigans, he made his largest lunge yet. Chaotix caught him off guard, and slammed his head into the pole. The attacker staggered, stunned for a second. By the time he’d gathered himself, Chaotix was well in the distance, the lack of pursuit glaringly obvious. Grumbling, the attacker stomped off into the night.


Peasant Phill wandered his lonely path once more, straying from dark alley to dark alley, drifting without real thought. His path finally came to a halt, as he found himself face to face with a sprawling brick building. He could hear footsteps behind him. He turned around silently, and found himself facing two shadows, cloaked in the dark of night. Phill gazed quietly at the abyss before him. He could see the outlines of two automatic weapons raised to him. He didn’t struggle, nor scream, nor give any indication of his doom. Instead, with a solemn face, he gazed at the two, as they sprayed a torrent of bullets at their unmoving target. With Phill slightly less animated than previously, one of the shadows stepped forth. He pulled out a gleaming knife, removed Phil’s shoe, and began the diligent work of removing his large toe.


ULC’s night wasn’t going too well. His car was sitting on the side of the street, engine smoking. Another car pulled up slowly. Exasperated, ULC stamped over, assuming help had arrived. Quite the contrary, as two folks in trench coats emerged, and let loose a barrage of tommy gun fire at the poor man. The driver walked up to the bullet ridden corpse, and left a picture of an Alaskan mountain range, bearing the note “Seward’s Folley” around the edges. The other walked up, with an unsure glance at the driver, who simply nodded. With the go-ahead, the passenger removed a shoe, and started slicing away at the big toe with a gleaming knife.


Sasaki sat himself down on the curb, sitting just a block away from Mercy. It had served him well- he owed his narrow escape to them, as much as he did the divine. So, he sat, appreciating a starry night, and the positive vibe he got from the nearby hospital. The harmony was disrupted at the sound of footsteps behind him, coming from the hospital. Sasaki whipped around, tensed and ready. A pair in trench coats stopped a few feet away, looking curiously at him.

“Did you tip them? The nurse and doc, I mean,” One asked, nodding his head back towards the hospital. “Heck of a service, ya know. Not everyone gets a second chance.” Sasaki slowly shook his head. “Here,” the other said. “This should do.” He tossed a large, silver coin in the air. Sasaki’s eyes opened wide, but he saw the hand guns being pulled out too late. The coin never reached him, outpaced by a small barrage of bullets. The original mobster stepped forward, picked up the coin, dated 1951, and placed it over Sasaki’s left eye. A second was pulled from a coat pocket and placed over the right. Their business finished, the two departed.


Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, Lewwyn found himself being pursued quite madly by a black armored car. His own vehicle was proving capable of spinning ‘round the tight corners of Fatlington, but the pair pursuing were relentless. The passenger gave a constant hail of fire from an automatic weapon. Lewwyn could hear the bullets tearing at the rear of his vehicle. He knew he couldn’t keep weaving forever on the streets while under fire.

It was then that the idea struck him. Whether madness or genius, he would soon find out. He spun the car into a vicious u-turn, facing down the pursuing vehicle. A stream of bullets passed on his left, and Lewwyn gunned the car as fast as he could urge it. He could hear the pursuers wheel their own car around. He bore down the street, and plowed his car headlong into Mercy grounds. He kept the pedal stuck, and at the last second, hit the brakes. The vehicle crashed into a side wall. Lewwyn almost blacked out from the collision, and could feel a stream of blood trickling down his face. But he could also hear the sounds of crazed doctors and nurses milling near his car. At least for a night, he would be safe.


Craterus’ night was similarly poor. At one of Fatlington’s seedier taverns, a small, but significant lot had been lost on cards. Sitting at the end of the bar, with a forlorn look, Craterus spent his last bit of money on a stiff drink.
“You know, it’s not healthy to drink and gamble at the same time,” a man said from behind. “Doesn’t lead to very good decisions. Like, say, leaving your back open.” Craterus immediately whipped around, only to find a knife in his gut. A hand muffled his cry. A partner helped drag Craterus into the restroom. The original mobster quickly hacked off the left big toe of Craterus, and the two departed, leaving the bloody mess for the custodian.


Khazaar’s night wrapped up a few blocks away from Fatlington’s reputable Club. He was smoking his last cigar. The shop was closed for the time, not wanting to incur the wrath of mob bosses. But still, sometimes a smoke was just needed. With his last puff, he saw a vehicle wheel around the corner. A person leaned out of each of the passenger side windows, and a wild spray of bullets ensued. Khazaar flinched on the spot, but was unharmed as the vehicle shot past. He immediately took off in the other direction, and by the time the attackers were turned around, Khazaar was long gone.


Neri’s drive back was eventful, to say the least. Whether it was the barrage of gunfire he’d received as he dashed into the car from a pair of gunmen, or the explosion that rocked it from an improvised gasoline explosive at a street corner, he could hardly complain of boredom. Neither could he complain of luck, for as his car tumbled in a flaming heap, a Mercy ambulance happened to be pulling up at the next street corner. As the medics hauled him into armored car, he thanks whatever omnipotent being that was watching over him that night.


09:10AM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


"And that concludes today's report," Commissioner Fermanagh said. "And now, the postmortem results." The commissioner unveiled an unusually large sheet of paper, which had been rolled up several times. He requested several assistants to help pin it to the wall.

"It looks like the committee had a poor effort with our lynch choice. As you can see here, Captain Blackadder/GeneralHankerchief was completely and utterly innocent." The commissioner pointed to the sheet, which simply declared in enormous red, block font, "Innocent." "We found zero evidence of him being in cahootz with any mafia family, shady characters, communists, anything. It was a shame to lose a stalwart rock of honesty to lynch. Disappointing, to say the least." The commissioner gave a glare at the crowd, before moving on.

"Similarly, it appears that Zack, Choxorn, dcmort93, woad &fangs, and bestrfcplayer were ordinary townspeople as well, with no clear ties to criminal organizations at all. Losing this many people, who'd done their best to keep this town decent.... it's flabbergasting." He paused for a second to reflect on the sheer amount of destruction of good, decent people.

"There is some good news, at any rate. Zim/Issaikhaan was another Luca gangster, an established starter with the Barzini family. But I'm not sure that really compensates for all the good people we lost. There's not much time left, I'm sure of it. If there's any of you left- good luck. And God's speed. Director Askthepizzaguy now took the podium. "Thank you very much, Seamus," he said, with a solemn expression. "We will now commence with the voting. Good luck..."


OOC

Day Twelve begins. You are voting to lynch.

Phase ends:


Feedback PMs will be out in about 7 hours. I have sleep to get to, as it's 2 am. As always, if you are expecting a promotion, please PM me after feedback has been sent. Thank you for your patience.


Attacked = 51: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10), qlyphz (n10), Psychonaut (n11)

Wounded = 16: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11)

Killed = 48: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye (n10),
AggonyKing (n10), God Emperor (n10), Skotsko (n10), slash and earn (n10), thefluffyone93 (n10), Craterus (n11), Peasant Phill (n11), Sasaki (n11), ULC (n11)


Lynched = 9: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat (d10), Edse (d11)

Wogged = 4: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, B Ray, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BillMc, BSmith,
Cahoma, Chaotix, Clitsome, Crazed Rabbit, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, Guiri, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, Johhog, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Lewwyn, Monk, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Populous Romanus, Psychonaut, qlyphz, Renata, Scienter, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, sturmhauke, The Stranger, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II, Yaropolk

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7qOph7zJlk




Let´s get ready to rumble! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
A Gladiators left hand hook FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
feel the pain of tomorrow
Behold here comes the son
believing he was born to be the chosen one
the call is for a warrior
his name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Feel the fire, hes entering the ring
his mindset only knows him how to win
this danish fighter will break you in two
you will feel all his power





The Anachronism hour with Santino Slice Senior




"Buon giorno, Fatlings. This is Director Santino Slice Senior, filling in for my son DJ Slice. The song you just heard was "A Warrior's Call" by Volbeat. A fitting theme after tonight's festivities.

As is obvious from the events that have unfolded before our very eyes, and what you've read in the papers, disorganization and inaction threaten the very fabric of our society. And yet, what is also apparent from those present in the committee, and those whose nighttime careers are flourishing, is that unity within a community and within a family is key to success. Those who stand together will prevail.

Here's a summary of events:


Psychonaut was attacked by one man from the Stracchi.
Chaotix was attacked by one man from the Stracchi. Someone didn't send in orders, I think the short night may be to blame.
Peasant Phill was killed by 2 men from the Cunio.
ULC was killed by men working for the Corleone.
Sasaki was killed by 2 men from the Stracchi.
Lewwyn was attacked by 2 men from the Stracchi and is in the hospital.
Craterus was attacked by 2 men from the Cunio and killed.
Khazaar was attacked by several men.
Neri was attacked by 2 men, is in the hospital. The "cards" reference means this was Pentangeli.



That's really all you need to know about our current situation. It also seems likely that Don Barzini has met a violent end.


Now, as Director, I'm ordering the release of my son, the radio DJ known as Santino "Saucy" Slice. If he's not released from custody by sunset, heads will roll. This, I guarantee.


Scusami, I must retire. There seems to be a bit of a dispute between some of the families. I fear the long-awaited mafia war is upon us. I can summarize what is about to unfold in a word: treachery.

Buona fortuna, my friends. Good luck.

[TheLastDays]

vote: Diana Abnoba :shrug:

[fyremarble]

Vote: Populus Romanus

Reason: He's a Doctor and must die!

[Diana Abnoba]

Be vewwy vewwy quiet, I'm hunting wabbit

Boil the bunny, boil the bunny....

Vote: Crazed Rabbit

[Askthepizzaguy]

These gangster ladies are making me :sweatdrop:

[Niklas]

Bugs Bunny or What's up, Doc? Eenie meenie minie mo.

vote: Populus Romanus

[Askthepizzaguy]

Autonomy is fun, chapter II:


this makes my head hurt, no wonder you wanted to quit. I mean i'm just trying to organize my own family. you organized, what 4?

OOC: Three, plus the town. Which was much, much larger. Sometimes I had 5 town groups at once.


i'd have shot myself

Yeah... now imagine using un-promoted townies instead. Groups three times as big and less reliable. :tongue2:

[Diana Abnoba]

Okay, just kidding Mr. bunny, you can come out now. :bounce:

Unvote: CR Vote: Populus Romanus



(sorry Populus, Sturmhauke, and others- but I guess you know by now that your group was infiltrated, and not just by me):sorry2: :devilish:


BTW, Oh! TheLastDays, get your vote off of me or it will be YOUR last day. :skull: :laugh4:

[Askthepizzaguy]

OH MY GOD!!!

It's the last days for someone.

[Populus Romanus]

If I get this right, the Mafia civil war has started already? LOL. You Italians can never learn to get along.

[God Emperor]

Diana has become obsessed with power. You should have her lynched:balloon2:

[Jarema]

vote: Populus Romanus

[Populus Romanus]

You fools. Why are wasting your time on the town?

The Mafia civil war has started. Kill other the dons, half of them have been publicly revealed. If they are too foolish to stay hidden they deserve an agonizing death.

The communists are also a threat. Many, many players have joined them, more than I think you would believe. If you want to stop their rise to power, the sooner you act, the better.

Why are you all wasting an entire lynch phase on me? I'm but a simple doctor with nobody left alive to protect. All the survivors are scumbags and reds. There is nothing I could do to harm you. I am completely declawed.

Maybe you all should move on to the targets that are actually going to kill you.

vote: Fyremarble for being silly enough to get caught.

[Death is yonder]

You fools. Why are wasting your time on the town?

The Mafia civil war has started. Kill other the dons, half of them have been publicly revealed. If they are too foolish to stay hidden they deserve an agonizing death.

The communists are also a threat. Many, many players have joined them, more than I think you would believe. If you want to stop their rise to power, the sooner you act, the better.

Why are you all wasting an entire lynch phase on me? I'm but a simple doctor with nobody left alive to protect. All the survivors are scumbags and reds. There is nothing I could do to harm you. I am completely declawed.

Maybe you all should move on to the targets that are actually going to kill you.

vote: Fyremarble for being silly enough to get caught.

Its too late :devil:

Join the matrix, join us :cool:

Vote: Cahoma

A little bird told me that he was the one who started this dastardly family conflict and broke our lovely peace.

Scuse Amico :smoking:

[Sasaki Kojiro]

The stracchi clearly have a strong majority. They will win hands down if the other smaller families don't band together to lynch them.

[Cahoma]

Me? It haven't even fully begun yet... The mafia still stands together(mostly).
And how in the world did I start it?

Anyway, vote: Populus Romanus

[classical_hero]

vote:Populus Romanus

[LazyMcCrow]

vote: Populus Romanus

...when in Rome.

[guiri]

Meh.

Vote: Fyremarble

[SisterCoyote]

vote populus Romanus random capitalization and all.

[Johhog]

Catchin' up, for real this time!

VOTE: Populus Romanus in the meantime.

[Diana Abnoba]

Diana has become obsessed with power. You should have her lynched:balloon2:

No I'm not, just having a little fun, nothing wrong with that is there? :wink3:

[shlin28]

vote: Populus Romanus

For great justice.

[Scienter]

Boiled rabbit? That sounds unappetizing. How about braised or roasted?

Vote: Populus Romanus

[Death is yonder]

It haven't even fully begun yet

So you admit that we haven't even begun to see the beginnings of your dastardly plans? :inquisitive:

Curiouser and curiouser amico...

[Cahoma]

So you admit that we haven't even begun to see the beginnings of your dastardly plans? :inquisitive:

Curiouser and curiouser amico...
I don't have any plans, except that I'd like the war to start as late as possible. No reason to kill off mafia while townies still have a chance(however small that might be).

[Death is yonder]

By chance you mean you like to shoot cats with your last bullet while the tiger advances on the side?

Mio Amico, surely putting them out of their misery can come later. Let them choke on their own blood before we shoot them. No sense missing a good show.


I'd like the war to start as late as possible

Little birds don't tell lies, no?

Edit:

Most of all, Signore Pizza don't tell lies, no?


I fear the long-awaited mafia war is upon us. I can summarize what is about to unfold in a word: treachery.

[DaveShack]

vote: Populus Romanus

[gibsonsg91921]

Vote: Populus Romanus

[Sprig]

Vote: Populus Romanus

[Krill]

Vote: Populus Romanus

[Earthling]

The stracchi clearly have a strong majority. They will win hands down if the other smaller families don't band together to lynch them.

Yet you and your family were so interested in killing inactive basic townies. Well done.

Have to agree the mafia do seem to be greatly underestimating the strength of third party groups, but that's been said several times before. With the number of people not voting overall and the time that's been had for recruitment actual mafia gangsters should just try to finish things and win. (and the Stracchi do clearly have the most Mades because they have the most calling card kills)

[Populus Romanus]

I don't have any plans, except that I'd like the war to start as late as possible. No reason to kill off mafia while townies still have a chance(however small that might be).Hahaha, the mafia proper are the least of your problems.Think, a common Italian food.

What happened to the mafia in this town? They were supposed to be intelligent. They were supposed to brutal. Not this kind of neutered flop that is lead by a one-eyed fat man. Seward's Folly? Really? YOU ARE ITALIAN!

What is this about "Well we should still lynch townies because they might hurt us"? And what is this "What will we do if the PizzaHutSlaughterhouse Alliance falls apart? What will we do then?"? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT SHOULD BE DOING:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2jAwiq6YsE

Get it together! There is no peace! No friendship! No alliance! You cowardly bums, there can be only WAR!

[guiri]

Unofficial Vote Count
PopulusRomanus (15): Fyremarble, Niklas, DianaAbnoba, Jarema, Cahoma, HeroDiClassico, LazyMcCrow, SisterCoyote, Johhog, Schlin, Scienter, DaveShack, Gibsong, Sprig, Krill
DianaAbnoba (1): O!TheLastDays
Fyremarble (1): PopulusRomanus, Guiri
Cahoma (1): DeathIsYonder

So that makes 15 votes on a Doc compared to Don Strunzu's 2 and a couple of one-off votes. YesterDay only 26 players voted, 16 were on a Surgeon? Are we really that screwed? With 56 players remaining alive, can we at least attempt to make it difficult for the mafiosi? Many of the players I've worked with have been killed off, I expect there are others in a similar situation. I've nothing left to lose and I'm not going down without a fight so I invite all remaining Townies and pentiti to vote and join the 41-bis so we can put up the best offense and defense possible.

[Ishmael]

You do realise that by essentially admitting that you're a townie, you just signed your own death warrant, right?

[classical_hero]

That's a bingo.

[Earthling]

YesterDay only 26 players voted, 16 were on a Surgeon? Are we really that screwed? With 56 players remaining alive, can we at least attempt to make it difficult for the mafiosi?

There's nothing that players really can do about people not voting, though we've had at most half of the players voting for quite a while now. It's what happens when active players get killed off early on purpose. It is interesting to note that some who are currently in this mafia voting block could have been WoG'd earlier in the game for not placing 3, 4 votes in a row but slid by -maybe they were purposefully allowed to because they were original Mades the whole time or when they just showed back up they were convinced to join this group. There's a list somewhat around of the half-dozen or so people who, still, are currently 3 or 4 Days in a row without were voting or posting. These people aren't showing up and responding to anything despite anyone else's efforts - there's simply nothing more anyone can do. And for others who are active but not voting there's been no consistent penalty for not voting anyway - it's again not something the players can deal with through in game means.

I think some wiseguys who are active still hope to go mafia, some will die as wiseguys and lose before they make it to Made or to the right family but it's their risk. And others may already be with communists/cult are probably quite satisfied with their prospects there.

But I will say I was legimitately surprised so many of the recent dead were townies. How you could go 10 days without getting any promotion - especially those who openly participated in groups to kill people at the start, why they weren't wiseguys at least, I don't know. Inactivity does a lot of it.

[guiri]

You do realise that by essentially admitting that you're a townie, you just signed your own death warrant, right?
It's a sad state of affairs, isn't it? I knowingly signed my death warrant when I refused to take either of ATPG's pills. I was on the receiving end of a double attack N8 and don't expect to be around much longer but will do what I can in the meantime to help Town.

[GamezRule]

Meh.

vote: PopulusRomanus

[Populus Romanus]

You do realise that by essentially admitting that you're a townie, you just signed your own death warrant, right?There was nothing to deny. It was publicly revealed that I was a doctor in the first few days of the game.

[sturmhauke]

If anyone out there is still not a mafia scumbag, join me. Scattered, our cause is hopeless. Together - well, it's only slightly less hopeless at this point, but it's better than waiting to die.

Join the Townie Defense Squad today!

[Choxorn]

You do realise that by essentially admitting that you're a townie, you just signed your own death warrant, right?

I think this may be the first mafia game I've ever played in which acting like a townie in the thread is more dangerous than acting like a mafia.

[Populus Romanus]

If anyone out there is still not a mafia scumbag, join me. Scattered, our cause is hopeless. Together - well, it's only slightly less hopeless at this point, but it's better than waiting to die.

Join the Townie Defense Squad today!Lost cause.

[Ishmael]

If anyone out there is still not a mafia scumbag, join me. Scattered, our cause is hopeless. Together - well, it's only slightly less hopeless at this point, but it's better than waiting to die.

Join the Townie Defense Squad today!

You know sturmhauke, I think I'm willing to help you out on this one. I think if the town is strengthened somewhat it will make for a more interesting game, which is all I really want at the moment seeing as I'm just a glorified spectator (what with being dead and all). So if anybody wishes to join up with other townies, but doesn't want to risk sturmhauke being an ATPG mole, just let me know. Remember, I'm incapable of betraying you as per the game rules, so confidentiality is assured.

Also, I would like to note that this is completely independant of my work with the Communist Party - I have not discussed this with them, and I won't give your names to them or anything like that. That said, if you do want to join, feel free to let me know.

[sturmhauke]

So if anybody wishes to join up with other townies, but doesn't want to risk sturmhauke being an ATPG mole

Let's look at this logically, shall we? If the remaining townies don't all band together, we're screwed. If I am still working for Pizza, it will just happen faster. The only chance the town has is to try to form vig groups and go on the offensive, and get some doctors/surgeons backing them up. This is NOT a normal game, we CANNOT win solely with the lynch. Especially now that all the families are jumping on townie wagons, even if they will eventually start killing each other. The mafia outnumber us, at least if you remove mostly inactive players from the discussion.

[Cahoma]

There's still mafia who refuse to go with the group for some reason. Just sayin' you're gonna get infiltrated big time.

[Ishmael]

I'm not suggesting that we don't - however, you can't blame any surviving townies for being a bit paranoid by now. I'm merely providing an alternative to going to a living player for help, who is allowed to betray them, and instead offering them a dead player to contact, who cannot betray them to the mafia. I wholeheartedly support the idea of the town organising themselves, although I realise that it is probably a lost cause. Still, if you're a townie it gives you something to do, so you may as well contact one of us.

EDIT: Probably, but any mafia will realise that the 'townie' they try to out may also be an infiltrating mafioso. Besides, if the mafia have a grain of common sense they'll start trying to eliminate the other families soon. In short, they may as well pick randomly, as opposed to bothering to infiltrate a townie movement.

[classical_hero]

I think this may be the first mafia game I've ever played in which acting like a townie in the thread is more dangerous than acting like a mafia.Because we got organised quite quickly and formed a group against a common foe. Getting rid of the common foe is better than going after each other, since it stacks the odds against the mafia. We ll technically I did not start out as mafia, but i became one, due to my actions. I am sure that most people who are mafia now were not when the game started. So it is a failure of the por town group at the start to not be organised an efficient in getting the rally cry out and getting those who could change their role to change it for good, rather than for evil.

[Ishmael]

Not to mention the "kill the communists at all costs!" mentality that dominated a couple of rounds, which no doubt had the mafia leaders (read: ATPG) chuckling.

[The Stranger]

it is clearly all Subotans fault.

[Subotan]

yes

[Winston Hughes]

Vote: Populus Romanus

[Montmorency]

Not to mention the "kill the communists at all costs!" mentality that dominated a couple of rounds, which no doubt had the mafia leaders (read: ATPG) chuckling.

ATPG is the one who started the Earthling wagon. :sick:

@ DiY: I actually believed you were town, though your survival did surprise me. Why the sudden reveal?

[B-Wing]

Sorry for missing out on the last night activity. :shame: And no telling how many votes. Had to work out of town for the past 4 days.

Anyway, I haven't got a clue what's going on at this point. Would anyone be willing to summarize the major revelations so far? Basically, who is claiming to be what? I'm a townie, just looking to become a mercenary doctor.

[Cahoma]

Sorry for missing out on the last night activity. :shame: And no telling how many votes. Had to work out of town for the past 4 days.

Anyway, I haven't got a clue what's going on at this point. Would anyone be willing to summarize the major revelations so far? Basically, who is claiming to be what? I'm a townie, just looking to become a mercenary doctor.
We're all busy lynching a doctor.

And I'm not so sure you'll survive the night now...

[Ishmael]

Sorry for missing out on the last night activity. :shame: And no telling how many votes. Had to work out of town for the past 4 days.

Anyway, I haven't got a clue what's going on at this point. Would anyone be willing to summarize the major revelations so far? Basically, who is claiming to be what? I'm a townie, just looking to become a mercenary doctor.

Essentially, everybody is openly scum.

EDIT: Also, ATPG is director. That alone should tell you what state the town is in.

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey




"I interrupt this broadcast to bring you this important announcement pertaining to La Resistance. While the crime families have control over fair Fatlington, I urge my fellow law-abiding citizens not to give up! This fight is not over, and although you have little reason to trust me due to my familial connections, know that I am not the same as Santino, the General Manager of this station and Director of mafia-occupied Fatlington. You cannot win by force, but the resistance can be successful through guile and opportunity, and most importantly, standing united. Remember, fellow Fatlings; these gangsters cannot remain at peace forever. The gang war has already begun, their alliance will shatter, and they will become the instrument of their own destruction. Greed can be a powerful ally. While the resistance is smaller than the combined families, we are more powerful than any one family could ever be, and there can only ever be one family left standing. Our strength comes from our common interest, in seeing each other alive. Their interest is in destroying one another, across families and within a family. They wish to become the Don of Dons. This is not a fight between a weakened and helpless civilian populace versus an all-powerful collective; this is a fight between a heavily armed, veteran group of experienced police officers, doctors, surgeons, and investigators, against dozens of individual scumbags out for themselves. They have tried to beat the hope out of this city, they have done a good job standing united and scaring us into submission, but there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Failure is not an option. We must stand together now, or all will be lost. Do not give in to despair. Do not worry about infiltrators, the crime families already know everything they wish to know about us. There is nothing more to lose. I am not a religious man, but I do know what the purpose of faith is. Faith is a choice.... faith is choosing to believe in something greater than what we have. And it is more powerful than greed. You must remember th-"


*the radio transmission cut off, replaced only by static*

[Ishmael]

ATPG, stop endorsing the town's efforts. You're driving people away.

[Populus Romanus]

My sole request is that I die in a highly entertaining manner.

[Askthepizzaguy]

My sole request is that I die in a highly entertaining manner.

OOC- A combination of advancing the story arc I've written, plus a violent, brazen confrontation, and a heroes' ending.

I can't promise it will be particularly funny or slapstick, (this time) but it should be an enjoyable read.

[Double A]

vote: PopulusRomanus

[Populus Romanus]

Rise The People


Betrayed and lost

No Fatlington to fight for

A red October

[Montmorency]

The Communists must prove themselves now.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mK2T2aPooy4

The town does not surrender:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PvMfFsHoSI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyVFoahsHdc&feature=related

[Ishmael]

Sheesh, way to pile the pressure on guys :beam:.

[Choxorn]

Rise The People


Betrayed and lost

No Fatlington to fight for

A red October

The top line needs one more syllable.

[Kennigit]

hai guys I'm a townie and I think we should all be thinking about who we think are scumm!!1 COME ON TOWN, WE CAN DO IT

vote: PopulusRomanus

[Populus Romanus]

The top line needs one more syllable.Poetry elitist. Obvious scum.

[Chaotix]

Vote: Chaotix

[GamezRule]

The top line needs one more syllable.

Simple fix. Put "left" in front of betrayed.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Simple fix. Put "left" in front of betrayed.

You communists are always trying to put your left-wing views ahead of everything else. :stare: Frankly, I find it appalling.

[Ishmael]

It's a common failing of ours. We know we should be engaging in more civilised behaviour, like killing all the inhabitants of a town and dancing on their graves, but we just can't help ourselves.

[Askthepizzaguy]

It's a common failing of ours. We know we should be engaging in more civilised behaviour, like killing all the inhabitants of a town and dancing on their graves, but we just can't help ourselves.

To be fair, we've only killed half of them so far. You give me far too much credit as well, seeing as I was responsible for only 2 of those deaths.

[Ishmael]

To be fair, we've only killed half of them so far. You give me far too much credit as well, seeing as I was responsible for only 2 of those deaths.

I notice you haven't denied the "dancing on their graves" part....

[Askthepizzaguy]

I notice you haven't denied the "dancing on their graves" part....

After the number of attempts on my life, I can't help but feel a little gratified.

[GamezRule]

I know you're only saying that to humiliate me! :sad:

[Askthepizzaguy]

I know you're only saying that to humiliate me! :sad:

Commie with a Mastercard? :no:

You're a traitor to your cause. Why not join mine?

[GamezRule]

No, I'll be red till I'm dead!

[Ishmael]

Why stop when you're dead? :beam:

[GamezRule]

So I'll stay ahead?

[Erebus]

vote: fyremarble

I need to go load up the "I'm still alive" song from Portal.

[Populus Romanus]

I hope DJ Saucy Slice dies a horrible, agonizing death being baked alive in a pizza oven.

[sturmhauke]

vote: abstain

[Askthepizzaguy]

I hope DJ Saucy Slice dies a horrible, agonizing death being baked alive in a pizza oven.

I wuv you too, schnookums. :heart:

Does this mean you won't be defending fyremarble anymore??? :confused:

[Diana Abnoba]

Oh my, all this patriotism, it really is so touching. Very moving and beautiful. :cry:

[Diana Abnoba]

:laugh4: That would be a good way/write up for Pizza to die.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Diana, are any of your four lady avatars seeing anyone at the moment? :creep:

[Choxorn]

Poetry elitist. Obvious scum.

I'm dead.

[Diana Abnoba]

Well, sorry but one is, the other 3 are available. Which one would you like to meet. :laugh4:

[Death is yonder]

ATPG is the one who started the Earthling wagon. :sick:

@ DiY: I actually believed you were town, though your survival did surprise me. Why the sudden reveal?

I'm bored good sir :shrug:

Its kinda sad to see a mafia dominated town and none of them glorying in it. I wish Andres and some others were alive, even though he would have probably been scum by now :tongue:

I mean I've already had my say a couple of rounds back, posting large posts and all, no more point in that, this is probably one of the only ways I have left to have fun in public, after all, that being the main aim of this whole game :creep:

As to my survival, probably some kind soul (if any is still left in this town-forsaken Fatlington :stare: [:clown:]) who noticed that I died Night 1 in The Island.


I'm not suggesting that we don't - however, you can't blame any surviving townies for being a bit paranoid by now. I'm merely providing an alternative to going to a living player for help, who is allowed to betray them, and instead offering them a dead player to contact, who cannot betray them to the mafia. I wholeheartedly support the idea of the town organising themselves, although I realise that it is probably a lost cause. Still, if you're a townie it gives you something to do, so you may as well contact one of us.

EDIT: Probably, but any mafia will realise that the 'townie' they try to out may also be an infiltrating mafioso. Besides, if the mafia have a grain of common sense they'll start trying to eliminate the other families soon. In short, they may as well pick randomly, as opposed to bothering to infiltrate a townie movement.

Really you know Ishmael, virtually any townie who has stuck through even with all this public charade is a brave soul who isn't going to betray anyone. Some might say there's honour in thieves, but it takes a different sort of man to be able to stare at his false accusers with resilience and determination even though they are going to kill him anyway.

Hope isn't dead for the townies, its like a dim lightbulb in an aircraft hanger, but still there nonetheless. True, you might say that we are getting lynched, getting killed and all, but isn't it better to join the townie defense network rather than to sit around waiting to die?

Its no wonder that prisoners of war sometimes rather escape and die trying than to bum around and be systematically exterminated. That's really what's it all about I guess, and it also sometimes works.

And really, you know what's funny?

The Stracchi are only trying to kill off the town because they have the majority in terms of mades (looking at votes against when fryemarble comes up). In the end, they know that if the townies worked together with their rivals (just a different word for "allied families" trust me :tongue:) they would lose, even if the townies ended up getting exterminated eventually.

What really tickles my funny bone is that it seems like all the other families are following along like sheep, accepting their defeat once the Stracchi turn on them at the last.

You know Cahoma, that's why I firmly believed that the little bird was telling the truth, I put credit in the fact that no sane mafia would go along willingly with this, knowing that if this carried on he was destined for failure and losing. For you, Luca Cunnio to accept death so blindly and willingly, even though everything else was compelling you to step away from failure, I couldn't accept it.

Yet if that is the truth, then hey, at least I've found humor in my own death :2thumbsup:

I will walk to death with my chin up and eyes forward, for if death is yonder, then at least I will be able to say that I tried, embracing death like an old friend. This game isn't over yet until the credits roll.


VIVA LA RESISTANCE! THERE IS HOPE!

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hope is an illusion, a comforting mirage, a self-indulgent self-delusion. It is that which makes men charge into a hail of bullets rather than stay safe in the trenches. There is no hope here... in this city... this is a world where dreams become nightmares.

[Cahoma]

It's far better for the families to organize and help eachother out against the common enemy, the town. If any family decides to tear it up tonight and attack their allies, they suddenly lose atleast half their allies. They lose control of the lynch and will suddenly give the town a chance again.

Look what happened to the Barzini. They stayed out of the alliance and now they're mostly dead. But according to you, they made the right choice?

[Death is yonder]

Well, they were inactive to begin with, and had the good grace to eke out their own living on their own paths.

I've already told you Cahoma, the road you are on will mathematically only lead to destruction, however much you would like to pretend otherwise. There is no dispute over that, the only question is when you will betray them. Either you're already plotting in secret and actually acting upon it, or it will come virtually next round or the following. There is just no way I can accept that you are so willing to let another family besides yours achieve dominance and seal it in stone. That's whats going to happen, it cannot be denied.

It makes no sense whatsoever, your public pretenses are not convincing.

Pizza told the town that the figures didn't lie, they couldn't force the lynch anymore. I'm telling you right now that when you exterminate us, we'll have a good laugh when you are next, fallen prey to your own efforts.

That's about it really :yes:


Hope is an illusion, a comforting mirage, a self-indulgent self-delusion. It is that which makes men charge into a hail of bullets rather than stay safe in the trenches. There is no hope here... in this city... this is a world where dreams become nightmares.

Its time to wake up from those nightmares, into a reality, one of hope. To see the sunlight once again and to realize that a bright new day is a fresh start at hand, to smell the scent of hope, to bask in its glory that cannot be taken away. To turn men sitting around waiting to die into men willing to advance a cause, their collective efforts greater than they could have ever imagined. However small, however minute, to give men a hope to live for, and if need be, a cause to die for. Because if not, they will simply resign themselves to being slaughtered like cattle, reduced to a sad fate. How ironic it is that they lament their failures, when they themselves brought it upon themselves.

What will it be? Choose wisely. The future is in your hands.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Impressive.

[Ishmael]

Incidentally, can somebody please give me a brief run-down of the mafia families and their calling cards? Call me slow, but I've haven't worked it all out yet.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Incidentally, can somebody please give me a brief run-down of the mafia families and their calling cards? Call me slow, but I've haven't worked it all out yet.

Stracchi- Silver half dollar coins, 1951 minting, covering the eyes
Cunio- Sawing off the toes
Corleone- Reference to Seward's Folly
Pentangeli- King of Hearts

Tataglia are extinct
Barzini are extinct

[Cahoma]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

[edse]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

Sigh, I wish someone could hack my account and look at mine and Cahomas pm conversation...

[Diamondeye]

Impressive.

I imagine this said with Jafar's voice (from Aladdin). A streneous, snarky drawl.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I imagined it said with Darth Vader's voice as Luke escaped the carbon freeze chamber, but it's open to reader interpretation.

[Ironside]

Vote: Abstain

It is a bit boring for not having much use of guessing who's the guilty ones atm.

[Death is yonder]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

The mafia will definitely start killing each other. No question. What I'm telling you is that with the degree of inter connectivity you have achieved supposedly for the "Destruction of the Town", you've essentially consigned this future duel to become a slugfest with the winner having the highest numbers.

And who has the highest numbers? Stracchi. Don't pretend for a second that the Cunnio have the numbers to take on the Stracchi one-on-one. Not even close.

Pure and simple math. You are going to end up just like Populus Romanus, edse and Captain Blackadder, lynched on an unstoppable whim. Deliciously ironic, don't you agree? :yes:

You are signing your own death warrant, I'm only asking that you confirm your signature and make sure that you've read what the document entails first. I mean so be it, if you proceed anyway, it just means that at the end of the game I'll get to pop by and say "I told you so!" :wink:

[Cahoma]

Sigh, I wish someone could hack my account and look at mine and Cahomas pm conversation...
:D


The mafia will definitely start killing each other. No question. What I'm telling you is that with the degree of inter connectivity you have achieved supposedly for the "Destruction of the Town", you've essentially consigned this future duel to become a slugfest with the winner having the highest numbers.

And who has the highest numbers? Stracchi. Don't pretend for a second that the Cunnio have the numbers to take on the Stracchi one-on-one. Not even close.

Pure and simple math. You are going to end up just like Populus Romanus, edse and Captain Blackadder, lynched on an unstoppable whim. Deliciously ironic, don't you agree? :yes:

You are signing your own death warrant, I'm only asking that you confirm your signature and make sure that you've read what the document entails first. I mean so be it, if you proceed anyway, it just means that at the end of the game I'll get to pop by and say "I told you so!" :wink:
Well we'll see what happens then. I'm not gonna say "ZOMG MAN LET'S KILL ALL THE MAFIA NOW" because I don't want the town to emerge victorious after a war that will take casualties on both sides.

And there's 4 families left. Not two. Numbers can't ensure a win. (Though it certainly helps)

[Death is yonder]

And there's 4 families left. Not two. Numbers can't ensure a win. (Though it certainly helps)

The Stracchi and the Cunnio are allied - Check

Hypothetically:
1. Deal with the town
2. Deal with the other families (1 & 2 concurrently perhaps)
3. Clear up all remaining threats and turn on each other and may the best man win (honour between thieves! We won't attack till then!) :rolleyes:

Communists are virtually a non-factor, having been largely slaughtered, even if the agents looking for them are probably dead too, unless many people joined them of course.

A simple estimation would allow you to see that at the end of it, its likeliest that the Stracchi will turn out still strongest. To trust in some random luck and the hoopla you've been fed, well...

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

[Cahoma]

We'll see.

[Xehh II]

Vote: PopulusRomanus

[Askthepizzaguy]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side. :laugh4:

[edse]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side. :laugh4: There are different shades of black. I have a post prepared to be posted after my postmortem,

:D You won't be smiling then.

[Death is yonder]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side. :laugh4:

Well, mommy said it was always nice and polite to tell the man dressed in black about the bigger man standing behind him holding a club :shocked3:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Well, mommy said it was always nice and polite to tell the man dressed in black about the bigger man standing behind him holding a club :shocked3:

She seems a bit paranoid. What sorts of bedtime stories did she read you?? That can't have been very healthy.

[Cahoma]

There are different shades of black. I have a post prepared to be posted after my postmortem,
You won't be smiling then.
Probably. There's a big risk in in being mafia.

[Montmorency]

:grin:

There's bigger risk in being townie. Probably. If you crunch the numbers, that is.

[Populus Romanus]

Members of the Committee, I now speak not to you, but to the real Fatlings. You must not lose hope. Look back in time, to the Pentalagini days. Where are they now? They are just a tiny family with an ego problem. Them mafia cannot win. You, Fatlington, are too strong for them. Too good for them. Too pure for them. Citizens of Fatlington, it is with great shame that I must admit that Committee of Vigilence no longer represtents the town. It has been corrupted by the silver-lined promises of the mafia. But I know that you, the real heroes, and the real bearers of misery, can never be seduced. Never be defeated.

To those in the Committee who still remain loyal to this town, to the people here who are your friends and family: I have this to say. Never surrender. Never back down. Never retreat. I go now today to the execution chamber as a martyr for all of Fatlington. Many have gone before me. Many will go after me. This stuggle, comrades, will end in defeat. But our names will be remebered...forever.

[TheLastDays]

Members of the Committee, I now speak not to you, but to the real Fatlings. You must not lose hope. Look back in time, to the Pentalagini days. Where are they now? They are just a tiny family with an ego problem. Them mafia cannot win. You, Fatlington, are too strong for them. Too good for them. Too pure for them. Citizens of Fatlington, it is with great shame that I must admit that Committee of Vigilence no longer represtents the town. It has been corrupted by the silver-lined promises of the mafia. But I know that you, the real heroes, and the real bearers of misery, can never be seduced. Never be defeated.

To those in the Committee who still remain loyal to this town, to the people here who are your friends and family: I have this to say. Never surrender. Never back down. Never retreat. I go now today to the execution chamber as a martyr for all of Fatlington. Many have gone before me. Many will go after me. This stuggle, comrades, will end in defeat. But our names will be remebered...forever.

So be it.

[Cahoma]

Them mafia cannot win.
How come we're having a townie lynched? :P

[Diamondeye]

Communists are virtually a non-factor

:laugh4:

:curtain:

[GeneralHankerchief]

Voting closed.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'll send you the edited writeup now, GH.

EDIT: done.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Please send your orders to GeneralHankerchief ONLY. Do not send them to khaan.

"I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone
I need to find a silent place that I can call my own
Is it mine, Lord is it mine?
When everything's dark and nothing seems right,
there's nothing to win and there's no need to fight
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
but it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
Is it mine, Lord is it mine?"
...Lord Is It Mine
...Supertramp


9:05PM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey



The air was particularly chilly that morning. Something seemed very wrong in the city, as the usual sounds of traffic and police sirens went silent. The Committee meeting was particularly depressing; it seemed the fighting spirit of many Fatlings had disappeared. They seemed almost resigned to their fate. As they tallied up the votes, the law-abiding citizens realized they were hopelessly outnumbered, and that yet another one of their own was about to be wrongfully executed. Populus Romanus was the clear "winner", and could only stare blankly as his name was called.

The Director was nowhere to be seen, and his hand-picked gang of armed thugs, clad in dark red suits, made sure no one left the Convention Center without permission. Some citizens wondered why, if the gangsters were in possession of their city, the charade was allowed to continue? Why didn't they just open fire and get it over with? Perhaps the Director had something special in mind for them. The thought of that made them very uneasy. It seemed worse than a quick, honorable death. What was he planning?

Populus Romanus wasn't planning on waiting around to find out. A group of law-abiding citizens had been whispering to one another, plotting some civil disobedience. When the men in red suits motioned at the condemned with their guns, Populus Romanus and the others put the plan into action. Several members of the Committee stood up and rushed for the various exits, prompting the men in red suits to react. They opened fire, trying to put down the insurrection, and almost as quickly as it started, it was over. Some were wounded, others simply gave up, and no one else dared oppose the men in red. But in the confusion, Populus Romanus managed to sneak out of the front door.

As Populus Romanus hurried down the steps of the Convention Center, his heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he saw the Director Askthepizzaguy's motorcade pull up right in front of him. A man opened the door, and out stepped the Director, dressed in a white suit with a red tie, with a black fedora. He was sporting his trademark umbrella, dark blue in color.

"Greetings, mister Romanus. I did not realize that you were so eager to get started, that you would come out and meet me. Are you prepared to face the justice you so richly deserve?" said the Director.

"This isn't justice. This is a terrible farce; a purposeless slaughter. I will resist you with my last ounce of strength."

"Strength is irrelevant, mister Romanus. Resistance, as I'm sure you're aware by now, is quite futile. There is no escape. Come with me now, and I will give you a very civilized execution, quick and painless, one you might actually enjoy. I rented out Club 30 for the entire evening, just for you... and the entire Fatlington Devils cheerleading squad. Join me and I'll give you a night you'll remember until the day you die.... which will be at precisely 12:01 AM tomorrow."

Populus Romanus was about to make a break for it, willing to be gunned down rather than be toyed with by a mad criminal, but to his surprise, twelve police cars appeared out of nowhere. Their lights and sirens engaged only after they had screeched to a halt, surrounding the Director's motorcade. A van pulled up and a S.W.A.T. team poured out, laying down suppressive fire. Populus Romanus didn't ask any questions, he just ran toward the police van and thanked the Almighty. Men in expensive Italian suits stepped out of the Director's motorcade wielding automatic weapons of their own, and brazenly returned fire, shooting up the police cars, the police van, and the S.W.A.T. team itself. The officers dove back into their vehicles and drove off toward Fatlington Police Headquarters. Director Askthepizzaguy had stood silently in the middle of the firefight, unflinching. He looked displeased that his generous offer had been refused. He snapped his fingers, and he and his men got back inside their vehicles, and drove toward Mercy Hospital.



10:55PM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
Holding Cells
Fatlington Police Headquarters
Fatlington, New Jersey




"I demand to speak with my lawyer, immediately!" shouted the man in the holding cell.

"Shut up, DJ Slice. You're not going anywhere. Don't you remember? You were judged as guilty and sentenced to death. You might have gotten the death sentence annulled with legal trickery, but nobody ever said anything about letting you go free." replied Populus Romanus, flanked by several police officers, doctors, surgeons, and a S.W.A.T. team.

"Your time on this Earth is short. Soon, my father comes." defiantly replied Slice. The well-armed group of law-abiding civilians and law enforcement officers grinned. Nobody had ever taken Fatlington Police Headquarters by force. The building was a fortress, crawling with Fatlington's finest. Even when the Pentangeli family temporarily held control of the city several years back, the Police station remained intact and loyal. It helped that the building was a veritable fortress, with heavy iron gates, high concrete walls with barbed wire encircling the entire complex, reinforced windows and solid metal security doors preventing access to the jail. "Let him come then. We shall stop him!" remarked one of the men in blue.

"Behold! He is already upon us!" shouted the DJ. He pointed behind them, and they turned to look out the window, and what they saw was unimaginable. It was Mercy Hospital's Aeromedical helicopter, painted black, with "SALIENT SCION" spray-painted in red along the exterior. It was hovering just outside the window, level with the fourth floor which they were standing on. The helicopter turned slowly, revealing that the rear compartment had been gutted and replaced with a platform, where they could clearly see the Director standing. He was wearing shades and holding a minigun.

"No...." mouthed Populus Romanus grimly, as he dropped to the ground to avoid being hit. The S.W.A.T. team reached for their weapons, but the carnage had already begun. The windows shattered, and death rained across the sky. Within seconds, most of the officers were already on the ground, and they wouldn't be getting back up. The S.W.A.T. team was down or wounded, and still the hail of bullets continued. The minigun fired 3000 rounds in sixty seconds, and when the Director had finished firing, no one was stirring except DJ Saucy Slice, having stood against the left wall unharmed. Moving quickly, the DJ reached for the keys still clipped to the belt of one of the fallen officers, and unlocked the jail cell. He was free. Santino Slice dropped the mini gun and picked up his umbrella, and used the curved handle to hook onto the railing, leaning as close to the building as he could. He tossed a harness into the police station, connected by a cable, tethered to the helicopter. "Come to me, my son!" shouted Santino.

Before Saucy Slice could exit the cell, Populus Romanus grabbed a pistol from one of the fallen officers and shot him in the leg. As the DJ dropped to the ground in agony, Populus Romanus twisted around and aimed the pistol at the Director, and opened fire. The Director opened his umbrella, using it to shield his body from the bullets. It was obviously not an ordinary umbrella. The layers of armor plating inside the Director's coat helped ensure that nothing got through. Populus Romanus roared in frustration and walked toward the fallen S.W.A.T. team, and grabbed one of their automatic weapons, and fired at the helicopter and the man inside it once more. This time, the overwhelming firepower managed to knock Santino's umbrella out of his hands and he dropped like a man in a lead suit. Populus Romanus continued firing, trying to take out the helicopter's fuel tank, determined to put the Director down for good.

He was completely unprepared when the desk rammed into him from behind, pushing him toward the edge of the floor, where the window used to be. He dropped the weapon, and turned to see DJ Saucy Slice limping toward him, pistol in hand. "Business is business, mister Romanus. But when you mess with my Family, then it's personal." said the radio DJ, before firing several rounds into Populus' stomach. The wounded man fell over the edge and plummeted 4 stories to the concrete below. The fall was graceful, but the landing was spectacularly messy.

Santino felt like hell. An armored suit might stop the bullets from killing you but it doesn't do much for the pain. Still, he was pleased to see that his son had made it into the helicopter, and they both made their way back to Mercy Hospital, to treat their wounds. Commissioner Fermanagh watched it all happen from a nearby street... and shook his head. There was no safe place left in Fatlington. What law enforcement remained seemed to be no match for a crime wave of this magnitude. What they needed now... was nothing short of a miracle.

OOC

Orders for Night 12 are due no later than:

There will be no extensions, because I only have a short window in which to get everything done tomorrow before I'm out of commission for the next 36-48 hours.

Please send your orders to GeneralHankerchief ONLY. Do not send them to khaan.


Lynch vote tally:

Populus Romanus: 20 (fyre, Niklas, Diana, Jarema, Cahoma, hero, Lazy, SisterC, Johhog, shlin, Scienter, DaveShack, gibson, Sprig, Krill, Gamez, Winston, Double A, Kennigit, Xehh) :skull:

fyremarble: 3 (Populus, guiri, Erebus)

Cahoma: 1 (DiY)

Chaotix: 1 (Chaotix)

Diana Abnoba: 1 (TLD)

Abstained: 2 (sturmhauke, Ironside)

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjpfwDlVC5o





I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes!
This time I'ma take you for a ride!
I'm invincible tonight
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight






The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice



*static*





"......And welcome back to the show.

This is DJ Saucy Slice, broadcasting once again from the very top of Radio City, at the Plaza del Universo in the heart of Fatlington, New Jersey. It is now 10 minutes before midnight which means I would ordinarily be headed home to my beautiful wife, and my son Saucy Slice Jr. would be hosting the late, late, late show. However, seeing as I've been away for far too long, I felt I needed to get back on the air. We are smack dab in the middle of The Anachronism Hour, which is the part of the show where I play music you've never heard before, not of this era, from records I pulled out of their dusty sleeves. Enjoy the freak show, ladies and gentlemen. That was..... "Adelitas Way" with Invincible. I hope to hear more from them soon.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and heartless gangsters out there, as predicted, things got real bad, real fast. But don't worry, times have been worse before, and they always got better. Saucy Slice has been there for you and will continue to be there for you. I understand that my father Santino Slice was selected for Director of the Committee, and as an all-American pro-democracy freedom-loving patriot, I can assure you, this is a Director who will lead us out of this mess, and towards a safer and better tomorrow. I don't want to talk about politics anymore. Up next, more of the Anachronism Hour on the Late, Late, Late Show with your host DJ Saucy Slice. Stick around, we'll be right back."



Keep that dial on WSCM, Real Scum 101.1 New Jersey's Best Rock alternative station, with DJ Saucy Slice. He'll serve your ears something hot and fresh in thirty minutes or less... but you'd better remember to tip, capisce?