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guiri

10-27-2011, 19:49

tl;dr

classical_hero

10-27-2011, 20:18

Bravo Mr Pizza. :bow:

Double A

10-28-2011, 01:06

tl;dr

My opinion on half the posts of this thread.

Populus Romanus

10-28-2011, 02:11

Mohamed Bouazizi!!!

Down with Ben Alithepizzaguy!!!

Unite, Fatlings, round the funeral pyre
To retake this town by word and fire.

For you are truly good,
those not, the fire's food.

Mafia think they break the rules,
If so, they will be fools.

For when the puch comes from the back,
There will be no mercy in the attack.

Hark, a storm has come!
Of us, survive will some.

Ishmael

10-28-2011, 02:18

Does the Org give out a "Worst Poetry Award?" :clown:

Frozen In Ice

10-28-2011, 02:32

The town's is dead and is doomed, Populus.

Crazed Rabbit

10-28-2011, 02:54

Populus was defending a don?
:laugh4:

CR

Populus Romanus

10-28-2011, 03:40

Populus was defending a don?
:laugh4:

CRYeah, thats what you get for networking with Pizza. :disgust:

Crazed Rabbit

10-28-2011, 03:41

Yeah, thats what you get for networking with Pizza. :disgust:

Gee, maybe all you townies shouldn't have followed him like sheep to the slaughter. Did you even ask who you were defending?

CR

Askthepizzaguy

10-28-2011, 07:35

Gee, maybe all you townies shouldn't have followed him like sheep to the slaughter. Did you even ask who you were defending?

CR

In fairness, I copied one of the FPD roles that I was given, gave fyremarble lots and lots and lots of real or plausible investigation results. She was going to be the one who exposed my Cunio connections, but GH beat her to the punch.

But, no one ever asked for proof either. The "proof" would have been there, but it was never needed.

TheLastDays

10-28-2011, 10:34

This is all incredibly funny. So, when do the Mafia start shooting each other? *grabs popcorn*

Cahoma

10-28-2011, 11:09

This is all incredibly funny. So, when do the Mafia start shooting each other? *grabs popcorn*
Hopefully when the town is completely dead. It would suck to have pummeled them down like this, then start fighting eachother, and let a small group of surviving townies survive and end up winning the game.

TheLastDays

10-28-2011, 11:11

You don't really believe they'll all wait, do you? Some of the smaller families will be smarter than you, trust me :yes:

Crazed Rabbit

10-28-2011, 14:55

At least tell me Populus you weren't defending Fyremarble after they got exposed as a don in the thread.

CR

Death is yonder

10-28-2011, 15:29

Hopefully when the town is completely dead. It would suck to have pummeled them down like this, then start fighting eachother, and let a small group of surviving townies survive and end up winning the game.

Not going to happen you know. I mean like if any invader exterminates the population of a city following the siege, there's always going to be survivors somewhere, no matter how few.

Idealism will get you nowhere in the path of the dark side, my young sith :evil:

And what TLD said, smaller families don't wait until the bigger families force the scenario into a game of numbers where they are sure to win.

Cahoma

10-28-2011, 16:31

We'll see how it goes.

Jarema

10-28-2011, 17:27

I am really affraid now that commies would win :mean:

Xenoneb

10-28-2011, 17:36

I am really affraid now that commies would win :mean:
Why are you afraid? Commies are your friend.

Jarema

10-28-2011, 19:19

Why are you afraid? Commies are your friend.
Nope
Better to be dead, than red

GeneralHankerchief

10-28-2011, 19:30

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

Please allow time for processing.

Diamondeye

10-28-2011, 21:37

Nope
Better to be dead, than red

That can be arranged, I think.

GeneralHankerchief

10-28-2011, 22:04

Cold wind blows into the skin
Can't believe the state you're in
It's so far, so far away
It's so far, so far away
Who are you trying to impress, steadily creating a mess?
Step in front of a runaway train, just to feel alive again
Pushing forward through the night, aching chest blurry sight
...Far Away
...Jose Gonzalez

Twelfth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington

Two separate cars came hurtling down opposite directions of one of Fatlington's streets. Both of them had identified their target - Khazaar, crossing the street, unprotected. Both of them had their lights turned off and had their engines specially modified so that the muffler was extra-effective. The bottom line was, Khazaar would not see or hear them coming. The issue was that neither would the other car.

A three-way collision happened, the cars colliding into Khazaar and then each other head-on. Both vehicles were wrecked. Khazaar himself was now more or less jelly. Everybody got out and started arguing with each other, pointing guns and making wild gestures. One of the cars had five passengers, and in the midst of their arguing one of them dropped an outline of Alaska with the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled on the inside. The other car had a mere two passengers, one of them dropping two 1951 half-dollars in the general vicinity of where Khazaar's face would have been.

It looked like it was going to come to blows (or gunshots) for a while, but then finally both factions heard the police sirens go off. Rather than chancing it, they both scrambled off into the night in opposite directions.

"End of the line, Chaotix," a rather ugly-looking man at the bar said, rudely interrupting Chaotix's drink. "I'll let you finish your alcohol and then we'll do it out back, nice and quietly, so no mess is made."

Chaotix put his drink down, somehow cool as ice considering the circumstances. "I hope you'll understand that I'm going to need to see proof of numbers before I agree to this," he said. The would-be attacker smiled to himself, nodding his head. Two other patrons at the bar nonchalantly opened their jackets to reveal high-powered semi-automatics. Chaotix nodded to himself.

"And your calling card? Don't lie to me and tell me this isn't a mafia hit."

"I hope these will meet with your approval," the other man said, and flipped him a 1951 Franklin silver half-dollar. "Get familiar with the feel of it, this and its partner will be going over your eyes in a little bit."

A third voice chimed in, that of a neutral bar patron. "Not yet it won't. Fatlington's still got some fight in it yet. Get out of the bar."

Now all three of them laughed. "Or what?"

"Or else." And this new patron too opened his jacket, but not to reveal a gun - this one had a live grenade, its pin attached to the would-be grenadier's finger by a string. Cursing, the three would-be attackers finished their drinks and left the bar without killing anyone, leaving a quite-relieved bartender to continue his night as usual.

Three was a far unluckier number for Johhog, although one could argue that three was never lucky for Chaotix as it was the inclusion of a fourth that saved him.

Johhog was alone in his home, catching the reports on the wireless when all of a sudden he heard one of his windows shatter. Running to the scene, he found a rock amongst all of the broken glass, a rock with a note attached to it.

"This was just to get your attention."

Beneath that note was a king of hearts taped to it. Johhog looked up in surprise, expecting to see a car pulling away, but instead he found himself face to face with an armed attacker. It took one blast to the head to finish the job, and the attacker was quickly back in the car, taking the backseat as his partner had annoyingly switched to shotgun while he was out killing Johhog.

qlyphz was back in his penthouse at the Abbatoir. Two days after the attack, he was still alive, what else was there to lose? He would continue extending his reservations. Relaxing, ready to pour himself a glass of brandy for the night, suddenly deja vu kicked in in the form of a loud banging on the door.

>>>These people never learn<<< he thought, automatically making his way to the window where the crude zip line was still set up. The situation was almost exactly the same as it had been two nights' prior. Two figures came bursting in, wielding automatic weapons yet strangely no sign of any calling card, be it coins, outlines of Alaska, knives in which to cut toes off, kings of hearts, or otherwise.

"Amateurs," qlyphz derisively said before ziplining over to the next building and out of sight.

Crazed Rabbit was certainly not expecting this. Yes, the prospect of facing death was nothing new to experienced Fatlings, but they had been Pavlov'd into expecting it via numbers. Twos and threes and sometimes larger groups if someone *really* wanted you dead. But not in the form of singular attackers. Not usually.

However, there was no mistaking this man or his intention. Carrying two golden lugars, both sights set precisely on CR's body, this man meant business. CR was so used to scanning everywhere for possible group attacks he had entirely discounted this possibility, and now he was paying for it.

"It's good to finally meet you, Mr. Rabbit, I came here to discuss business with you. You owe me one milllion dollars for important services."

"Oh great, a killer with an act," CR replied. "I've never bought anything costing a milllion and never will. Now either kill me or beat it."

However, the man with the lugars was persistent. "But sir, this is a very important service. I admit, the advance cost is very steep, but it's definitly worth it, particular in these times."

CR, now confused, was running through the possibilities in his head. This man had a clear shot on CR, that much was for certain. And yet he insisted on continuing with this line of questioning. Could it be that he was perhaps legitimate? CR figured he had nothing to lose. "Alright, fine. Let's hear it."

But CR never got to hear the man's proposition, because at that moment the value of one was realized yet again as somebody turned around and trained a gun on the man with the lugers. "For future reference," he said, "If you want to kill somebody, well... just kill them. I actually probably wasn't going to protect CR but you just kept talking. Now scram."

The black dressed man with the lugars left the scene, mumbling something about the business plan needing improvements.

Erebus's attackers weren't going to take any chances. They were going to blow up his entire house. One of them (also the one tasked with carrying the 1951 half-dollars) would cover all possible exits and make sure that Erebus wasn't going anywhere. One of them would rig the explosives all around Erebus's house. And one of them was in charge of handling the detonator and do the final honors.

After a few tense hours, the rigger announced that he had finished... but there was no "kaboom". This was because the man with the detonator never showed. With the detonator being offsite, they essentially were supervising a bunch of wires.

The two men decided to wait, but after a few hours of this, one of them said he was getting hungry and they left for a quick nip at the closest pub.

The protectors in Fatlington seemed to be out in full-force tonight, as guiri was the recipient of yet another save.

With him, it began with a drive to the 24-hour convenience store to get a pack of cigarettes. He knew his nicotine addiction would get the better of him, and surmised as much when a black car pulled up alongside him and the man in the passenger seat rolled down his window and stuck a gun outside.

However, this steady driving continued for only about a half-second, when the attacking car got rear-ended. The driver swerved wildly to keep moving, but this had the unfortunate side effect of making his passenger nearly fall out of the car entirely. He managed to keep himself in but a few personal items spilled out, including a picture of Alaska with the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled in between the outline.

As for guiri, well, he bought himself an extra pack of cigarettes.

qlyphz, after spending a couple of hours in hiding, figured that the coast was clear to go back to his penthouse at the Hotel Abbatoir. Entering the building as usual, he suspected that nothing was wrong until he actually got to his room, where there were two people waiting for him.

"We cut the zip line, qlyphz," one of them said. "The third time's not the charm for you."

"It's funny, the zip line was actually the reason for your demise this time," the second one said. "It attracted attention. You can't keep doing the same thing over and over, qlyphz. It attacts attention. The wrong kind of attention, if you know what I mean." And the two of them opened fire, leaving qlyphz unable to ever properly apply the lecture they had just given him to real-life.

The two of them departed the Hotel Abbatoir via the front door, *not* the zip line, but not before leaving the customary "Seward's Folly" calling card by qlyphz's corpse.

Much like Crazed Rabbit, BillMC too was the victim of not recognizing the danger of one, but unlike Crazed Rabbit BillMC survived through incompetence and not protection. His attacker, brandishing a knife which was obviously meant to amputate one of his toes with, failed to realize that Bill could simply outrun him, which he did.

By the time the attacker finally pulled out a gun, Bill was out of sight and there was nothing in which the attacker could really do.

09:33AM, Thursday, 10 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"And that's all for today," Commissioner Fermanagh said, giving the Committee a dirty look. "Before I step down, the usual postmortem reports. Your lynch target, Riedquat, was an upstanding Fatling. He may have had some criminal inclinations, but I doubt that this leaves out anyone on the Committee these days. In addition, he was legitimately trying to protect targets earlier on." He paused, going farther down the list.

"Now, let's see. As for the people you outright murdered, Diamondeye was a Wiseguy working with a number of different families, though he hadn't worked his way into the inner ranks with any of them. AggonyKing was a good townie, which is probably why he was murdered. God Emperor was a Made gangster. as was Skotsko. slash and earn was another good townie, and finally thefluffyone93 was apparently a Detective who had taken the law into his own hands and was pursuing a target of great importance... that's all I know about that, but anyway..." he trailed off, taking a long swig of whiskey, leaving Director Askthepizzaguy to commence the day's proceedings.

OOC

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

Phase ends:

As I will be absent all of Saturday, this is why I rushed the night phase.

Feedback PMs will be out within a few hours. As always, PM me if you are expecting a promotion after they go out.

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, n12), 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, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12)

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 = 51: 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 [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus (n11), Peasant Phill (n11), Sasaki (n11), ULC (n11), Khazaar (n12), Johhog (n12), qlyphz (n12)

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 [townie] (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

The Stranger

10-28-2011, 22:34

wtf... these phases go way too fast -_-

Xehh II

10-29-2011, 00:44

Really? I've always thought that they've gone a little slow, I mean 2 days for a day phase is a bit much.

Diana Abnoba

10-29-2011, 01:04

Yeah, but the night phases lately have been shortened. People need to get their orders in early.

GeneralHankerchief

10-29-2011, 02:19

The discrepancy in phase length is entirely due to RL scheduling conflicts. If theoretically I never had to sleep or do any other work then I'd ideally like to make every phase about a day and 6 hours.

GeneralHankerchief

10-29-2011, 02:35

Okay, feedback PMs should be out. Let me know if there are outstanding issues.

Double A

10-29-2011, 03:04

Scienter

10-29-2011, 03:49

Seon

10-29-2011, 04:34

Hey Chaotix!

Yeah, I head that you said that you had some Lucas protecting yah.

Well, monsieur Don Pentangeli, or whatever you are, I suggest that you get a lawyer for yourself quickly.

Vote: Chaotix

Montmorency

10-29-2011, 04:39

The Toe Mafia is flailing. They're the Cunnio, correct?

And Crazed Rabbit is a Don?

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 04:43

The Toe Mafia is flailing. They're the Cunnio, correct?

Well, I mean, what are they doing with the toes? Please don't tell me that this chili I'm eating...

And Crazed Rabbit is a Don?

Yes. He's been vewwy vewwy quiet about it. :laugh4:

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 04:56

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

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

There can be no other reason why
You know we should of seen it coming
Consequences we cannot deny
Will be revealed in time
Glaciers melt as we pollute the sky
A sign of devastation coming
We don't need another way to die
Can we repent in time?
The time bomb is ticking
And no one is listening
Our future is fading
Is there any hope we'll survive?
Still we ravage the world that we love
And the millions cry out to be saved
Our endless maniacal appetites
Left us with another way to die
ITS JUST ANOTHER WAY TO DIE

The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

"Good morning Fatlington! This is your host of the Anachronism Hour, DJ Saucy Slice.

Well now that is more like it. I'm sitting here reading the news and what do I see, but good, honest Fatlings protecting themselves instead of relying on the police. Vigilante justice is the only kind you'll find left. The song you just heard was "Another way to die" by Disturbed.

My father Santino has something special prepared for tonight's committee meeting, and he welcomes your support once again as Director. He promises once again to work tirelessly on your behalf, keeping Fatlington independent of Federal encroachment, ensuring that your family business continues to grow, and ensuring that the bloated police force is sent on a well-deserved vacation!"

Select: Askthepizzaguy

For the future. For the children. For the luls.

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.

Seon

10-29-2011, 04:58

Select:ATPG.

Enjoy another day in the office.

Ishmael

10-29-2011, 05:04

I don't know ATPG, your previous write-up seemed somewhat egotistical - you focussed a bit too much of the heroic exploits of Slice & Slice, without giving Populus the respect he deserved (if by 'respect' you mean 'gruesome yet creative death'). Are there any known Lucas about? If so, it would make sense for the other families to vote them in as Director, from my external perspective.

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 05:07

.....

Gruesome and creative deaths are how we show respect in Capo. :book2:

Ishmael

10-29-2011, 05:12

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 05:17

That's what I'm saying. His death wasn't gruesome/yet creative enough. I mean, I got killed by a tiger - that's stylish. No offence Pizza, but you killed Populus with a table - I know you can do better than that.

He was killed by face-planting onto concrete after being shot in the stomach, after being hit with a desk, after being shot at by a minigun from a stolen aeromedical helicopter. I intend to do something more stylish than that but I had loose ends to tie up first. :snobby:

Diana Abnoba

10-29-2011, 06:02

Select: ATPG

Vote: CrazedRabbit, it's time to serve the bunny, maybe baked with potato wedges.

Diana Abnoba

10-29-2011, 06:03

Sorry I forgot to bold;

Select: ATPG

Vote: CrazedRabbit

fyremarble

10-29-2011, 06:24

Select: Askthepizzaguy
Vote: Crazed Rabbit

Let's make some hassenffefer!

Montmorency

10-29-2011, 06:33

Yes! Down with the Dons!

Crazed Rabbit

10-29-2011, 07:10

I'm not a don.

:shrug:

Fyremarble, how could you? :sad:

Seriously guys, I'm just lazing my way through the end of this game - I haven't sent in any orders these last two nights, and if deserve one thing it's to be killed in the night in a blaze of glory (though a repeat of my Capo I death wouldn't be bad) and not tried in a court of law. My day has gone from bad to awesome just recently and I'd prefer it stay that way. I'm positive ATPG knows who protected me last night. What I'm really curious about is who tried to kill me.

Note - I do have one million dollars worth of land who's transfer will be uncontested by the owners. Because they're dead.

Oh yeah,

Select: Crazed Rabbit

Because I will make more awesome kill scenes than ATPG. As proof, I offer this kill from Capo I (https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showthread.php?77078-Capo-de-Tutti-Capi-Concluded&p=1398609&viewfull=1#post1398609):

Moros wasn’t sleeping well. He kept having weird dreams about being forced to sleepwalk and of his mom forcing him to eat oatmeal….As first rays of sunlight fell onto his bed, Moros yawned and got dressed, pleased with the ray of sunlight.
Almost immediately he became aware of a strong odor in the air - he couldn't quite place it, but it reminded him of cereal, or oatmeal of some sort. He wondered what the smell could mean. The memory of the recent killings came to him, and he became very nervous, wondering if the smell was indication of some sort of poison. He opened his bedroom door and was stunned to find the smell stronger in his house. He retreated into his bedroom, very worried now. Still, he couldn't detect any symptoms of deadly gas.

Then the phone rang. He swung his head towards it, suddenly extremely suspicious of the phone. It rang two more times before he answered it.[/I]

“Good morning, Moros,” a voice said.

“Who is this?” asked Moros.

“It seems you have a slight problem with the quality of your air this morning”

“Who are you, and what have you done?”

“Relax, please. What you smell is a harmless, natural food product - grain. Nothing to worry about - inhaling it shouldn't be dangerous.”

Moros did relax, slightly, though his voice did not lose its edge, “What are you doing, and what is the meaning of this?”

“Of course,” the voice continued, “In the right grain-to-air mixture, it is highly explosive."

Moros’ mind flashed back twenty years to when he was a 17-year old Marine fighting Sandino’s guerillas. The image of a grain silo suddenly exploding and killing half a platoon vivid after all these years….the adrenaline shot through him.

Why don't you look out your window?” said the voice.

Moros glanced out the window in time to see a flaming projectile arcing through the air…

It lanced through the window of a town home two blocks away, just visible up the street from the window where he stood. Breaking through the window there was a gust of flame, followed by a powerful explosion that gutted the townhome as well as the neighboring homes to either side. It even cracked the window where Moros was standing.

Stunned and worried, Moros glanced at the phone – only a dial tone now – left his room….

“This isn’t my house, it’s just the same floorplan…”

Moros’ house had, indeed, been blown to fragments, he just wasn’t in it at the time. He went down stares warily, his quick search finding the townhome where he was to be empty. Same floorplan, minimal furniture, but essentially empty. On the small table in the kitchen, he found a steaming bowl of oatmeal – the source of the grainy smell in this townhome – with a politle typed note next to it, reading:

Eat hearty, oatmeal is good for your health.

A white glove was found on the doorstep of Moros’ rubbled home.

I would have killed that guy with a frickin' grain explosion in his house triggered by a flaming tennis ball shooting through his window if a doctor hadn't saved him.

I want you to read that again. Grain explosion. Flaming tennis ball. Yeah, that's right. Now go on and select me. ATPG has plenty of doctors and others who'll protect him. The mafia can do better than cliched movie reference executions featuring ATPG and his alter-ego mugging for the story.

CR

Jarema

10-29-2011, 07:23

It is so rewarding to go into Diana's steps...
Select: ATPG
Vote: CrazedRabbit

Crazed Rabbit

10-29-2011, 07:25

Vote: Fyremarble

Let's kill the Stracchi don and get some real fun going here.

CR

Populus Romanus

10-29-2011, 08:11

Grain explosion. Flaming tennis ball. Stracci Don.

I know you understand.

:flybye:

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 10:13

If the Rabbit is lynched today, I can promise you that although it has been requested and is very tempting, I won't go with the bunny-boiling.

Nor will I do another installment of high-flying heroism/villainy with the Santino family. No, if it is Crazed Rabbit, it will be something special. And if it is someone else, they'll get the royal rabbit treatment instead.

classical_hero

10-29-2011, 10:31

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxiv3CBMS4M

vote:Crazed Rabbit
Select:ATPG

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 10:35

I could do something in the style of Elmer Fudd, and it would be good too, but then we'd get grumblings about originality.

Should I ignore them?

classical_hero

10-29-2011, 11:09

As long as it is entertaining, I don't care.

Double A

10-29-2011, 11:26

I could do something in the style of Elmer Fudd, and it would be good too, but then we'd get grumblings about originality.

Should I ignore them?

Yes.

vote: Chaotix Let's go for that double lynch, guys
select: ATPG

The Stranger

10-29-2011, 12:12

vote: chaotix

The Stranger

10-29-2011, 12:13

vote: chaotix

Neri

10-29-2011, 12:25

Select: Askthepizzaguy
Vote: Crazed Rabbit

For the bunny puns.

shlin28

10-29-2011, 12:57

War it is then...

Vote: Chaotix
Select: Askthepizzaguy

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 13:54

Select: ATPG
Vote: CrazedRabbit

Xehh II

10-29-2011, 14:37

Vote:Crazed Rabbit I don't know what you're up to but it's obviously not good

Diamondeye

10-29-2011, 14:39

As long as it is entertaining, I don't care.

Panem et Circenses. Sheesh, Fatlington, what have you come to?

Crazed Rabbit

10-29-2011, 17:25

Beskar

10-29-2011, 17:56

I would vote Chaotix, but he is my arch-nemesis. I want to be the one who kills him personally.

Montmorency

10-29-2011, 18:00

"Jawohl mein herr, wir sind Fatlingen roboter?"

Anti-Pizza, both Mafia and Town, must unite on ideological grounds.

Winston Hughes

10-29-2011, 18:06

Select: Seon

Thread needs more octopus.

GamezRule

10-29-2011, 18:31

vote: CR
select: ATPG

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 18:59

You guys realize you're not actually playing mafia, right? That you're functionally just a robot following orders?

I am coming for your books and brains! I am coming! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4YJ3BTKMILw#t=43s) :robot:

Diana Abnoba

10-29-2011, 19:06

I would vote Chaotix, but he is my arch-nemesis. I want to be the one who kills him personally.

Then vote for CrazedRabbit.

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 20:34

Two things well, one thing really. You mafia characters are the most pathetic I've ever seen in any mafia game. Ever.

I'm sure that the Stracchi are outnumbered, but here we a couple folks from other families stumbling over themselves to do as their master ATPG commands.

You guys realize you're not actually playing mafia, right? That you're functionally just a robot following orders?

CR
As I see it, I'm on the winning team so far. You, however, is getting lynched.
So what if Pizza leads us? We need to be organized to defeat the town. It has made it sooooo much easier.

But yes, we should let the town control the lynch and fight between ourselves at night. That's obviously a much better plan!

Populus Romanus

10-29-2011, 20:37

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 20:40

Yeah yeah yeah yeah. I was told that several days ago.

Populus Romanus

10-29-2011, 20:45

Yeah yeah yeah yeah. I was told that several days ago.Time is relative.

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 20:47

Threats from dead people doesn't scare me.

Crazed Rabbit

10-29-2011, 20:48

As I see it, I'm on the winning team so far. You, however, is getting lynched.
So what if Pizza leads us? We need to be organized to defeat the town. It has made it sooooo much easier.

But yes, we should let the town control the lynch and fight between ourselves at night. That's obviously a much better plan!

Town? What town?

The town is over and done with. You can't be serious that you still need to follow ATPG or else the town will destroy you. Is that the scary story he uses to keep you in line? Do you even know why you're voting for me, someone who hasn't sent in orders at all the last two nights?

No, wait, you follow because it's easy. And that's why every one of you pathetic 'gangsters' are the lamest mafia in the history of The Org. You signed away your free will, the excitement, the danger, because it's "easy".

Well let me give you the hard facts; this isn't going to be a victory for any of you pathetic gangsters, because you did nothing but send in orders as you were told. I'm a made gangster and even though I die this game will be counted as a victory for me because one family will win.

But I'm not going to count it as a victory.

So what if Pizza leads you? - Well then it's not your accomplishment and not your victory.

CR

Populus Romanus

10-29-2011, 20:51

Threats from dead people doesn't scare me.You should be...You should be.:cool2:

Krill

10-29-2011, 21:01

Select: ATPG
Vote: CrazedRabbit

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 21:11

Town? What town?

The town is over and done with. You can't be serious that you still need to follow ATPG or else the town will destroy you. Is that the scary story he uses to keep you in line? Do you even know why you're voting for me, someone who hasn't sent in orders at all the last two nights?

No, wait, you follow because it's easy. And that's why every one of you pathetic 'gangsters' are the lamest mafia in the history of The Org. You signed away your free will, the excitement, the danger, because it's "easy".

Well let me give you the hard facts; this isn't going to be a victory for any of you pathetic gangsters, because you did nothing but send in orders as you were told. I'm a made gangster and even though I die this game will be counted as a victory for me because one family will win.

But I'm not going to count it as a victory.

So what if Pizza leads you? - Well then it's not your accomplishment and not your victory.

CR
Every person who dies is someone I want dead anyway. Why should I alienate myself with the rest of the mafia and become one of their targets? So far it's going perfectly well for me, yet people keep saying that I should just throw it all away and take my chances with my own family. Of course that'll happen eventually but while we still have lots of common enemies, I don't see why we can't work together.

Yes one family will win. Why can't it be mine? I intend to do everything I can to help it. So far, this alliance is a good thing. At some point it won't be needed as much and we'll turn on eachother, but that day haven't come yet. Why do you insist that the alliance is bad when it's so obvious that it's good? Yes, we could make deals behind eachothers backs and there's a chance I won't make it through alive, but that's how it is anyway! The alliance just helps kill off our common enemies, like you. It's not even like I had the choice of entering anyway, that decision wasn't made by me and I never got to have a say in it.

And it's far easier and better to stay organized with a competent leader. Pizza is one.

Also, I think it's funny that the people who keep telling me I'm doing it wrong are dead now btw.

Renata

10-29-2011, 21:19

Don't know about anyone else, but I'm playing mafia ... ;)

Or maybe it's more of a Battle Royale. Malazan game, for the IdleMafia types among us.

(PM box is clear.)

Populus Romanus

10-29-2011, 21:56

Also, I think it's funny that the people who keep telling me I'm doing it wrong are dead now btw.Its the people who aren't telling you who you need to worry about.:laugh4::evil:

Cahoma

10-29-2011, 22:01

Maybe they need to worry about me.2991

Askthepizzaguy

10-29-2011, 22:05

More gangster smileys. That's a platform we could all get behind.

Neri

10-29-2011, 23:30

You guys realize you're not actually playing mafia, right? That you're functionally just a robot following orders?

That's how the real mafia works.

Chaotix

10-29-2011, 23:31

Loving the activity here. If people actually cared maybe you could lynch me or CR. Unfortunately, even if if you do the joke will still be on you.

Vote: Fyremarble

Select: Crazed Rabbit

Anybody who would rather not see ATPG get a free pass to win this game like he's been bragging about for the past few rounds should rally behind this. Force him to pick sides rather than have everyone grovel at his feet.

TheLastDays

10-30-2011, 00:36

Crazed Rabbit

10-30-2011, 01:21

Whoops, double post. I'll just fill it with this;

The alliance just helps kill off our common enemies, like you. It's not even like I had the choice of entering anyway, that decision wasn't made by me and I never got to have a say in it.

I'm a common enemy? You don't even know what you're talking about - or what I have, or rather haven't been doing.

CR

Montmorency

10-30-2011, 01:31

lol another delayed double post

Ishmael

10-30-2011, 01:45

lol another delayed double post

I thought CR's post looked familiar....

sturmhauke

10-30-2011, 05:04

Select: abstain because one scum in the job is no different from another.
Vote: fyremarble because the only good Don(na) is a dead one.

Lewwyn

10-30-2011, 05:25

Select: abstain
Vote: fyremarble

Askthepizzaguy

10-30-2011, 07:59

Populus Romanus

10-30-2011, 08:19

guiri

10-30-2011, 08:45

Select: Abstain
Vote: Fyremarble

Askthepizzaguy

10-30-2011, 10:04

:laugh4:

Execute Order Sixty-six.

I already did, that's why there's a big ole pile of dead townies.

Montmorency

10-30-2011, 10:05

This is more like Execute Order Fidel Castro.

Crazed Rabbit

10-30-2011, 10:59

I tell you what; I admire the fighting spirit, but I think the writing is on the wall.

Members of the Pentangeli who are not particularly looking forward to being a stain on the road, please feel free to PM me with your intentions to defect.

Proof of your defection will be required, in terms of visible action.

Join a warm and loving family; or at least, one that might exist in a few rounds.

Oh please. I guess the lie of your being a neutral observer is fully revealed now.

...

I repeat again; you 'gangsters' are the most pathetic in any Org mafia game. You've done nothing and you will have accomplished nothing at the end of this game.

I think I'm going to stop reading this thread now. ATPG can do whatever self satisfying kill write up he wants, but I'm not going to read it.

CR

The Stranger

10-30-2011, 11:10

unvote: vote crazedrabbit

Askthepizzaguy

10-30-2011, 12:28

Oh please. I guess the lie of your being a neutral observer is fully revealed now.

I believe you were just as aware as anyone as to my intentions, having revealed them all to you in private, and many rounds ago... Not sure why it would be surprising; and you didn't have any objections at the time either. Only now, when you've chosen to walk away from the group you chose to join, do you have any stated issues with it, which is confusing.

Is this not the risk you took when you tried to contact other families and get them to kill the Stracchi, a family you were considered a part of? Or contacted members of the Stracchi and told them to rebel against their leaders? Or tried to get your Don killed by leaking information?

Having done those things, this was a possible outcome for you. You must have been aware of that.

Cahoma

10-30-2011, 12:50

Whoops, double post. I'll just fill it with this;

I'm a common enemy? You don't even know what you're talking about - or what I have, or rather haven't been doing.

CR
Are you part of my family? No. Do you wish to join it? No.
That makes you my enemy.

gnarlycharlie

10-30-2011, 14:28

Select: ATPG

Vote: Cahoma for spamming the thread. :laugh4:

classical_hero

10-30-2011, 14:31

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

TheLastDays

10-30-2011, 15:51

Fly, you fools!

Death is yonder

10-30-2011, 15:53

Well I find the continual references to Bugs amusing :laugh4: because in the end the wabbit always somehow escapes :wink:

Still, a prudent course of action must be taken.

Ready the pot and the boiling water, throw in some onions and carrots for good measure!

Vote: Crazed Rabbit

Vote: Cahoma for spamming the thread.

*gasp*

Treachery!

:creep:

Unvote: Crazed Rabbit
Vote: Fyremarble

"Wait... DiY, weren't you voting Rabbit?"

Well, I get to be defiant and spit them in the face just before they shoot me right? :tongue:

Hollywood style :cool:

Fly, you fools!

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! :wink:

guiri

10-30-2011, 15:57

:laugh4:
Isn't there a smiley for :nervous laughter:?

How's the family?

Niklas

10-30-2011, 16:22

vote: Crazed Rabbit

Because a bad loser is never fun.

classical_hero

10-30-2011, 17:08

Well I find the continual references to Bugs amusing :laugh4: because in the end the wabbit always somehow escapes :wink:Actually in "What's Opera, Doc?" He dies. But what else do expect from an opera, a happy ending? :grin:

So many childhood memories. They just don't make cartoons like they used to.

Beskar

10-30-2011, 17:12

Vote: Crazed Rabbit

Because he never fed me the secret details or tried to recruit me into his family. :cry:

Kennigit

10-30-2011, 17:46

hmmm I don't know the tally between chaotix/cr.

vote crazed rabbit

gibsonsg91921

10-30-2011, 17:48

Select: ATPG Vote: Crazed Rabbit

GeneralHankerchief

10-30-2011, 18:06

Voting closed.

Double A

10-30-2011, 18:31

Actually in "What's Opera, Doc?" He dies. But what else do expect from an opera, a happy ending? :grin:

So many childhood memories. They just don't make cartoons like they used to.

Hey, I was gonna say that!

GeneralHankerchief

10-30-2011, 18:38

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

The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching seven by seven,
The little one stops to pray to heaven
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight,
The little one stops to shut the gate
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
...The Ants Go Marching One By One
...Children's Traditional

8:47PM, Thursday, 10 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

The day seemed to drag on. The city was completely silent, except for the Convention Center. There, Crazed Rabbit was giving a speech about how boring things had gotten, and that it was time for a change. It was a powerful speech, absolutely riveting. The man continued, offering his services as Director, and giving examples of just how awesome he would be if selected. Unfortunately for Crazed Rabbit, people's trust in him had been shaken by his lack of participation in certain activities, and there were rumors that he had turned against his former associates. As such, his words were wasted on the crowd. When he realized he wasn't getting through, and that his fate seemed sealed, he decided to drop the charade and speak his mind.

"You people are all a bunch of mindless automatons! Why do you follow someone whose loyalties are nebulous, rather than someone whose loyalties are proven? You're a bunch of sheep, you shouldn't listen to anyone! Listen to me! You've got to make up your own minds! Don't follow anyone! Follow me!"

For a moment there, it seemed as though he had a point. But, there was still something a bit odd about what the Rabbit was suggesting.

"You're mafia! Don't you understand? You're supposed to be ruthless and evil, not hold hands with each other!" shouted the Rabbit plaintively. This was a disgrace, Rabbit knew this to be true. He was on a mission to demonstrate that it was wrong to behave this way. The Director had been sitting in the crowd, watching the events unfold. Finally, he stood up.

"Mister Rabbit, I do beg your pardon, but.... I believe that you are objecting to the very idea of 'organized' crime. You see, crime families become powerful for a reason. They keep their word to one another, and stand together against the law-abiding; they don't break ranks just to save their own skins, they don't allow one of their own to be mistreated without reprisal, and they form intricate networks of alliances and keep close-knit relationships. They also keep their silence about family secrets. Indeed, whichever family is most effective is the one which can demonstrate their strength, by standing together, by following the most effective leader, by deposing ineffective or inactive leaders, by weathering attacks and destroying threats. You appear to be an advocate for a certain methodology. I can respect that. Indeed, I've been watching you and your friends closely, and I admire everything that you've been able to accomplish. You've done very well. And yet, while you attack the unity of others, and attempt to undermine their confidence, and cause the chaos you crave, you turn around and seek out alliances with others like yourself; you wish to stand together with certain factions to bring down your opponents. You remain loyal to your friends, or at least the ones you've chosen to be loyal to. Perhaps you intend to betray them later, this is all beside the point. The point is, you cannot convincingly attack a group of people for behaving in a way that is at the very least similar to how you operate. Finally, if your way is better, then it will be demonstrated by trial. The trial is over, and I do not believe it has passed the test. You certainly had enough time... if your way was better, then thirteen days will have passed, and you would be standing where I am, telling everyone that the time has come for me to die. Do not think me unsympathetic. I find you brave and cunning, evil and ruthless. I respect that. But we are equally ruthless, and we are in competition. And the time has come for you to die."

Crazed Rabbit was not a whiner, not in the slightest. He was a man, after all. Although he had objections and stated them for the record, he was not a man who would dwell on mere lamentations. What he expected now was a death that was fitting for a man of his stature; a death fitting of a man, period. One that would be memorable. "Take me into custody then. Do your worst, Pizza man."

"As you wish." said the Director, who removed his fedora, and placed a brown and red hunter's hat atop his head. He removed his overcoat, revealing a brown hunter's outfit beneath it. He snapped his fingers, and was handed a shotgun by one of his goons. The crowd began to groan, expecting something more original. Several of the Director's goons approached Crazed Rabbit, holding a large trunk. They set it down next to him and opened it up to reveal an old, tattered, bloody Rabbit costume. Crazed Rabbit recognized it not as a Bugs Bunny outfit, but something more familiar... and sinister. It still smelled of cigarettes. "You expect me to wear that thing again, just so you can chase me around Fatlington dressed as Elmer Fudd? That's your idea of creativity? What happens next, are you going to quote classic lines written by better writers than yourself?" muttered the Rabbit.

The Director nodded grimly, eye twitching. "That is the sound of inevitability, mister Rabbit. When you hear the words, and know exactly what is going to happen next, but you cannot do anything about it. It's akin to Fate. You're familiar with Fate, aren't you Mister Wabbit? It is that which renders free will and choice to be nothing more than an illusion. An illusion that I'm afraid, you need to wake up from."

Crazed Rabbit's heart sunk. This wasn't how he wanted it to end at all... this was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"Perhaps you need to be shown. Let us try an experiment, Mister Rabbit. Try to do something unscripted. Perhaps you don't wear the Rabbit costume. What if the whole Elmer Fudd scenario doesn't happen? Look inside the Rabbit suit, you wascawy wabbit."

Crazed Rabbit approached the familiar Rabbit suit, worn by a ruthless and undetectable gangster. But suddenly, the suit began to move.... and the head slowly turned toward the Wabbit, grinning madly. Just as the Wabbit was about to touch the old suit, the head burst open, revealing thousands upon thousands of rats, who had been feasting on the corpse within the suit. The rats seemed almost demonic, and they were instinctively driven to attack Crazed Rabbit. Within an instant, they were scurrying up his body, biting him all over.

"It will all be over soon, Wabbit. But I offer you the illusion of choice.... do you wish to be eaten alive by the rats, or do you want to be hunted down by Elmer Fudd? Look inside the suit and you'll find two pills, one in each pocket of the Rabbit suit. The blue pill will put you to a merciful sleep, and you'll be a feast for my pretties. The red pill will make you very unpalatable to the rats, and they will disperse."

The rats were very painful, and Rabbit thought that he could outwit the Director and escape. It was time to take the red pill, even if it was a 'Matrix' rip-off. And as soon as he swallowed the red pill, it was exactly as the Director promised. The rats dispersed, leaving his clothing tattered, but he was otherwise all right.

"Be vewwy vewwy quiet...." began the Director.

But Rabbit was already out the door, bolting for freedom. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, until he found that he had an extra spring in his step. Whatever was in that pill was doing wonders for his energy level. He actually began skipping, bounding, and hopping, as he scrambled down the sidewalk, looking for a way to escape. Something large and loud flew by his head, and then disappeared. Wabbit looked up, and saw aurora borealis in the sky... a very rare occurrence for Fatlington indeed.

They're coming to get you, Crazy-Waisy. They love how you scamper. And they're going to get you unless you GET WITH THE PROGRAM, AND STOP WASTING TIME!

Another one of the creatures flew toward Crazed Rabbit, and severed Rabbit's left arm completely off, quickly gulping it down with its razor-sharp, insatiable maw. Rabbit looked at the gaping wound and felt the pain, but kept running. If he ran, he could outrun them... and he didn't look back. He knew what was happening. They were swarming all across Fatlington, gobbling up everything in their path, like locusts. As Rabbit turned the corner, he saw himself face-to-face with a man with a potato sack over his head, wielding a chainsaw. Crazed Rabbit dodged the swing and scampered away from the maniac, only to find himself surrounded by the living dead. He could see them everywhere, they were all around him, waiting for him.... and they were hungry for human flesh. Wabbit reached for his gun, determined to go out fighting. In its place, he found only a tennis ball.

"Be vewwy, vewwy quiet..." said a far away voice.

He stared at the tennis ball blankly, wondering where in the blue hell it came from. Then, the tennis ball spontaneously ignited, burning his remaining hand. Undaunted, he threw it at the lead zombie, who happened to be eating a bowl of oatmeal. Inexplicably, this caused a powerful explosion which incinerated the horde of zombies, saving Rabbit's life. The loud explosion caused Rabbit's ears to ring, but he paused for breath and to regain his composure.

He couldn't hear the chainsaw-wielding madman behind him, and had momentarily forgotten that he was there. In one brutal and terrifying moment, the chainsaw tore through the Rabbit's flesh, severing his other arm from his body. Crazed Rabbit screamed in pain, and began hopping away as fast as he could. He turned another corner, hoping to find safety, and instead saw a man standing in the middle of the road wearing a trenchcoat and Fedora. He didn't recognize him at first, but when the man opened his trenchcoat and revealed dozens of kunai blades, Wabbit knew who it was.

"Twilightblade? What are you doing here?" gasped CR, as a ridiculous amount of blood continued to spurt from his gaping wounds. Twilightblade, the original Neutral Avenger, said nothing, but grasped several kunai in his hands and threw them at the Crazed Rabbit, impaling him in several places, causing the wabbit to fall to the ground helplessly. "Just kill me and get it over with..." pleaded the Wabbit. As if acting on command, Twilightblade nodded and dumped a bag of golden powder on him, and the powder promptly exploded, completely obliterating both the Wabbit and Twilightblade.

"Be vewwy, vewwy quiet..." said the familiar voice.

Somehow, Crazed Rabbit was still alive. What was going on? He found himself wearing the tattered Rabbit costume from before.... and it smelled like death. He could barely see out of it, as all around was dark and cramped.

"Do you know where you are, Mister Rabbit? You're right back where you started. You see, what you call freedom is only an illusion. There is no freedom, no choice.... only destiny. You're back inside your suit.... and you're about to meet your destiny."

Crazed Rabbit felt tiny bites all over his body.... he was being eaten alive by rats! He was the corpse inside the suit, that the Director showed to him earlier! This was impossible.... the rats tore him to pieces, feasting on his whole body, and Crazed Rabbit couldn't move... he struggled to free himself from the trunk, but he couldn't escape. They ravenously devoured the Wabbit, who screamed and screamed. But it couldn't be real.... it wasn't real....

"You're right, Mister Rabbit. It's not real. Everything you've experienced is a result of that red pill you took. It has played tricks with your mind."

Rabbit was starting to panic. He wanted to be let out.... he wanted freedom. He wanted the fresh air of freedom! He couldn't breathe.... he couldn't speak....

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF THIS PRISON! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!" screamed Crazed Rabbit, as the horror of his situation finally set in.

Suddenly, the trunk opened up, and there stood the Director, dressed in the same hunter's outfit. The shotgun was pointed directly at Crazed Rabbit's face.

"....I'm hunting wabbit."

*BLAM BLAM BLAM*

"huh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...." laughed the Director, as he turned to face the assembled Committee. The look in his eyes clearly demonstrated madness, as they twitched involuntarily.

"Meeting adjourned." he said, coldly.

OOC

Orders for Night Thirteen are due no later than:

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

Lynch vote tally:

Crazed Rabbit: 15 (Diana, fyre, Jarema, hero, Neri, Cahoma, Xehh, Gamez, Krill, TLD, TS, Beskar, Niklas, Kennigit, gibson) :skull:

fyremarble: 6 (CR, Chaotix, sturmhauke, Lewwyn, guiri, DiY)

Chaotix: 3 (Seon, AA, shlin)

Cahoma: 1 (gnarly)

Populus Romanus

10-30-2011, 18:53

On behalf of the town, I would like to offer the Pentalagini Family my services as a mediary. You see, we have a common enemy... Pizza. Now, we shall show Fatlington that even the most bitter of enemies can work together to tackle a common enemy. Fear no betrayal, there is none here. Come, Pentalagini. Though you may think yourselves doomed... A new hope has presented itself. Do not waste this opportunity to save yourselves. There is not another.

Chaotix

10-30-2011, 21:27

GeneralHankerchief

10-30-2011, 21:50

If you're expecting a PM reply to me, I'm aware that I'm lagging behind a bit. I'll try to answer them all tonight.

GeneralHankerchief

10-31-2011, 06:46

Okay, everyone who PM'd me should at least have a preliminary reply if the issue isn't resolved entirely. Sorry for the delay, it's been a rough weekend.

Diana Abnoba

10-31-2011, 07:17

Awesome write up Pizza :2thumbsup:

Xehh II

10-31-2011, 08:00

Wow, that's a pretty bad surprise trip right there

Double A

11-01-2011, 07:54

I finally sat down and read the write up.

Pizza... :smitten:

Askthepizzaguy

11-01-2011, 07:57

Thanks guys. I appreciate the positive feedback. :bow:

seireikhaan

11-01-2011, 08:03

Sorry for not replying earlier, but orders after the deadline were not accepted. Writeup should be finished soon.

Andres

11-01-2011, 11:58

Wow, crazy write-up. Great stuff :2thumbsup:

Askthepizzaguy

11-01-2011, 14:38

Sorry for not replying earlier, but orders after the deadline were not accepted. Writeup should be finished soon.

I waited seven hours.... :bigcry:

I must has sleep nao.

TheLastDays

11-01-2011, 16:01

I waited seven hours.... :bigcry:

I must has sleep nao.

Alright, guys, time for the secret plan. Monty, you broke into the Pizza Place and got his address, right? Cahoma, Chaotix, Hanky, are you in position?

Askthepizzaguy

11-01-2011, 16:05

I'm afraid I have two gangsters each, pointing tommy guns at all of you, as we speak. And your vehicles are all rigged to detonate as soon as you step out of them, so perhaps you should just move along.

TheLastDays

11-01-2011, 16:07

I think you played Capo for too long... :sweatdrop:

Askthepizzaguy

11-01-2011, 16:10

I think you played Capo for too long... :sweatdrop:

I was just about to say the same to you. If you like, I can give you a well-deserved rest.

Say good night, TLD.

TheLastDays

11-01-2011, 16:13

We'll see about that :tongue:

And it's O!TLD! to you :wink:

seireikhaan

11-02-2011, 04:34

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing."
...Macbeth, 5.5 17-28
...William Shakespeare

Thirteenth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington

White eyes wasn’t much for sweets. His house was always stocked with a supply of wholesome foods, ranging from a variety of in-season fruits and vegetables, or else, thick breads and an assortment of canned fruits. So, it was with a puzzled look that he stared at the strange person standing in his doorway. The bell had been rung politely enough, but the person before him was quite odd. Clearly a tall man was standing with a large, white bed sheet in his doorway. The suit pants and sleeves could be seen hanging out. His request for a “treat” was quite odd for such a time.

Nonetheless, White eyes returned, holding a ripe red apple in his hand. “Do you mean something like this?” he asked. The person before him visibly recoiled, hissing.

“Devilry!” he screamed. “That is no treat! This means war! This means…. You deserve a trick!” A pair of tommy gun emerged from the crazed man’s cover. White eyes immediately slammed the door in his face, before sprinting to the back of the house. “You won’t escape me!” The crazed man screamed. “The neutral avenger shall have his treat!” A storm of bullets tore through the door, before it was kicked down. The man leaped through the splintered frame, looking about for the home’s owner. He let loose a random spray of fire from each weapon, the bullets tearing into the house’s walls. He gave a short pause. A loud bang indicated the back door being slammed behind a fleeing homeowner. “Excellent, excellent…” the avenger muttered to himself. “Now, the house is to myself. I know he’s hiding the treats here somewhere. Now, where to start…?”

Monk simply sat at the steps of the convention center, letting the crowd just filter out. He didn’t feel like going home tonight. It was a fair distance, as far as Fatlington is concerned anyways, and the car would just attract mob attention. No, no… this was best. At least, it was until about midnight.

With his back to the convention center’s cement wall, Monk had established a surprisingly decent sleep. He didn’t hear the pair of footsteps approaching him. He didn’t hear the gun cocked. Didn’t hear the small chuckle as the two assassins gave smart looks to each other. A loud shotgun shot rang through the air of the convention center. Monk was left there, still propped against the wall, a surprisingly content look on his face, in spite of the large hole in his chest. A simple trademark was left in Monk’s lap- a photo of the icy Alaskan coastline, with the words “Seward’s Folley” written at the bottom.

The night was similarly quiet for Yaropolk. He had ceased his vigilance ages ago, and instead greeted possible doom with a sort of malaise and acceptance. He arrived at his home, and quickly prepared for a long night’s sleep. He turned the lights off, and simply plopped onto the mattress, still in his clothes. Much like Monk, he didn’t hear the group that entered his doorway. The band of five tiptoed their way through the house, and up the stairs to the bedroom. When they opened the door to find their target snoozing away, they sighed a bit in relief. Each one pulled a lead pipe from the inside of a jacket, and the five quickly descended on the prone target, and delivered a swift, but brutal death.

Meanwhile, across town, Lewwyn was not quite ready to submit to imminent doom. He was driving briskly down a little-used side road, intent on reaching a safe place. However, his venture had not been unnoticed. A black, armored car had been following for nearly ten minutes. They were neither engaging, nor letting him out of their sights. If Lewwyn increased his pace, it kept up. Hence, he kept a steady pace, traversing the increasingly dark side streets of Fatlington.

Finally, he found a street that was completely unlit, the lights evidently a casualty of the conflict. He pulled to a stop. Lewwyn opened his door, and immediately made a crouched spring for an alleyway, to lose his pursuers. However, a pistol shot rang out in the night, and Lewwyn collapsed to the pavement when a single bullet pierced his right knee. The two in pursuit were already on foot, and found a howling Lewwyn writhing in the darkness. Lewwyn glared at the shadows which stood over him, finally gathering his senses from the pain. In spite of the near darkness, he could see the gleam from their new weapons- long combat knives. One immediately plunged down into Lewwyn’s chest, and pinned him down with the force of the stab. The other immediately began removing Lewwyn’s shoes. Despite his best effort, Lewwyn couldn’t remove the man pinning him, couldn’t remove the knife from his chest, and couldn’t stop the man who began to carve at his toes….

Beefy found himself in a bit of a pickle. Two assailants had been chasing him up and down the street he lived on for a good ten minutes. One was insisting on tossing sticks of lit dynamite as though they were grenades, while the other madly raced around after the poor man with a knife. There was no reprise, only continued running, as the knife-wielding lunatic seemed to never tire, and the other seemed to never be short of more explosives. But a saving grace came to him at least, as an armored car wheeled into the street from behind the attackers. A single figure stepped out, pistol ready and aimed. The crazed attackers immediately turned their heads backwards. A single warning shot was all it took to send them scampering away. Beefy just collapsed in a heap on the street. “What did Beefy ever do to them…?” he asked himself.

For Secura, the night was young. It was reward in its own right to peruse the streets on foot, looking for whatever might chance by. In good times, it usually yielded a possible new friend, or at least the entertainment of watching a drunkard stagger back from Club 30. But tonight, in very different times, she had found a very different crowd. Three figures stood before her on the street, wearing white masks that made a very good imitation of porcelain. One was flipping a silver coin with leisure, likely the result of many hours of practice. The two on each side advanced slowly, as Secura backed slowly up. The two reached for the insides of their coats.

BANG

Secura flinched as she heard a gunshot, but she felt no pain. A new figure had emerged from an alley behind the three, and aimed a warning shot just over their head. As the three turned slowly, Secura made a run for it down the street. But when the three had turned themselves fully, the lone gunner had melted back into the shadows of the alley, lost to the eye.

The Abbatoir was always a generous sort of place, if you knew how to ask. It was with such knowledge that The Stranger checked himself in. The man at the counter gave him a friendly sort of smile, as though he was in on a joke of some sort. The Stranger shook his head, and headed for the elevator. He stopped before it, waiting for the doors to open. Finally, a faint ping indicated that it had made its way to the bottom floor. Two folks in trench coats were waiting inside, grinning.

Each drew a hand gun from their coats with lightning speed, and it was only by equally quick reflexes that The Stranger rolled to the side. The Stranger immediately ducked for the side door. The two gunmen broke for the main lobby, but a loud gunshot sent them scattering back into the cage. The man at the desk had hefted a shotgun, and was leveling it at the two. One quickly started hammering the button to take the lift up, and it complied, taking them away from the irate desk man. As for The Stranger, he couldn’t help bug grin as he scampered into the street, thankful for the Abbatoir’s protection once more.

The roulette table wasn’t being kind to Sturmhauke. Following his short adventure as Director, he’d taken to gambling as a way of dissolving his moroseness over the situation. Things had been going pretty well over the last few nights. He’d taken the table to town the first night, and had been breaking even since then. But tonight… well, it was probably a night to forget. All those winnings had gone down the drain following an incredible run of double zeroes. It was with a deal of sorrow that he finally called it a night, and started to drag his beaten, sorry hide from the casino.

It seemed, however, that sometimes, even lady luck can feel bad. As Sturmhauke trudged down the street, an armored car whipped around the corner, spraying bullet fire from the nearside. Despite only a few feet of distance separating the two, only a single stray bullet found its target. It struck Sturmhauke in his right shoulder. The car ultimately overshot, trying to recover its position, but instead flipped onto its side. Sturmhauke just stood his ground for a few seconds, so confused he didn’t notice the wound in his shoulder. Finally, pain alerted him to it, and he immediately took off at a sprint to Mercy for a bit of medical care, rest, and relaxation.

For Scottishranger, it was a similar snag of fate that awaited him at the end of his journey. As he wheeled around a corner, his car was sideswiped from the left by another vehicle. His own car twisted around, screeching to a halt. The door had been crushed inwards, stunning Scottishranger for a few seconds. The other vehicle was less lucky, having screeched into the nearby pastry shop. Gathering himself, Scottishranger winced as he found several shards of his window lodged into his forearm. Fortunately, nothing was bleeding too badly. He was sure it wasn’t anything the good folks at Mercy couldn’t patch up in a night or two.

09:24AM, Friday, 11 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"And that's all, folks," Commissioner Fermanagh said, before mopping his brow once more. "Now to finish up with the usual postmortem reports. Your lynch choice, Edse, was not just an upstanding citizen. He was a surgeon who had taken it upon himself to protect us from the continuing attacks by the mob. That he was selected with such a wide margin... is troubling, I must admit. He paused, going farther down the list.

"Now, let's see. As for the other people you killed, Craterus was a fairly normal townsman. He may have had some connections with shadier folks, but I don't think that is much news anymore. Similarly, ULC was a decent, normal person as well. But, on some better news, Peasant Phill was a Don! As well, we've determined that Sasaki was also a Don! I can only hope this helps us narrow down our suspects, and that we can finish off the leaders of these scum!" With that, the Commisioner gave the reigns back to Director Askthepizzaguy, to start up the day's events.

OOC

Day Fourteen begins. You are voting to lynch.

Phase ends:

Feedback PMs will be out within a few hours. As always, PM me if you are expecting a promotion after they go out. Apologies for the great delay, thank you once again for the patience. One last thing- People need to vote, or the wogs will have to come down. Sending night orders will not be enough.

Attacked = 53: 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, n12), 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, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13)

Wounded = 18: 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), Scottishranger (n13), Sturmhauke (n13),

Killed = 55: 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 [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar (n12), Johhog (n12), qlyphz (n12), Lewwyn (n13), Monk (n13), Yaropolk (n13)

Lynched = 11: 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 [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus (d12), Crazed Rabbit (d13)

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, 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, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Psychonaut, qlyphz, Renata, Scienter, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, sturmhauke, The Stranger, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II

classical_hero

11-02-2011, 05:02

vote:Secura She had some protection and therefore she must be eliminated.

Montmorency

11-02-2011, 05:04

As well, we've determined that Sasaki was also a Don!

Sasaki you scoundrel.

Screw it, I'm posting this for posterity.

So he's the Corleone Don? Wow. Should I reveal him?
He is?

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Just in case I get knocked off:

A. That Corleone email you posted replied to me throughout 4 o clock, as did Sasaki (in PM).
B. This email correspondence with the Pentangelis:

Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2011 14:05:41 -0700

Which family are you? There are no Pentangelis in Fatlingotn...

Not that you're aware of, Sasaki. But with the number of recruits we're getting, we'll soon be the biggest family in town.

:laugh4:

Do as you will, but don't say I didn't warn you. You've been had.

I have to say that Sasaki convinced me of his pro-townness.

:shame:

Seon

11-02-2011, 05:05

Vote: Scottishranger.

Come on, it's not THAT difficult to die, last of the Pentangeli.

Earthling

11-02-2011, 05:22

I have to say that Sasaki convinced me of his pro-townness.

It's not like everyone shouldn't have known he was a member of one of the original families since Day Two. He even went post after post going "This is what the behavior of a scum is." *does that in next post*

Askthepizzaguy

11-02-2011, 06:59

Actually, I was correct. Sasaki was never the Corleone Don.

He began as an unaligned Made, believe it or not. I doubt there were very many of those in the game, but he told me that's what he was. He formed the Pentangeli family after some pretense at being a Corleone Made. Scottishranger was right there with him, along with several others.

He wasn't a starting family, he was an emergent one.

Montmorency

11-02-2011, 07:09

Then this response...

Not that you're aware of, Sasaki. But with the number of recruits we're getting, we'll soon be the biggest family in town.

how tricksy. :bow:

Askthepizzaguy

11-02-2011, 07:11

Then this response...

how tricksy. :bow:

I know who sent you that message too. The fake Pentangeli guy was amusing for all involved, especially Sasaki since he was actually becoming a Pentangeli.

I care not to reveal him because he's still alive and still being extremely amusing.

Jarema

11-02-2011, 08:34

Vote: ScottishRanger

Diana Abnoba

11-02-2011, 08:41

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 08:46

Well, Seon, I didn't know that you were in cahoots with the mafia, and that the mafia was so disorganized.

Why, they've already forgotten all about the Pentangeli don who took over Sasaki.

Vote: Chaotix

Or maybe they've finally accepted what I've been trying to tell Cahoma for many phases, that being led along like sheep isn't going to get you the win, unless you are Stracchi of course.

Its a sad day that I've got to do the mafia's work for them in my own self interests, who knew that lynching a don could be the best and worse option :cry:

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 09:36

Scottishranger is not as immediate a threat, now that he can't vote or do anything tonight, because of his injuries. But Secura is a rogue and was protected last night, so time for her to go. Vote: Secura

Well that's all very good plans and all Diana, but you are forgetting something here very important.

War is coming, and face it, you still need our help to win. You aren't exactly earning yourself brownie points by lynching townies. You aren't even the dominant family at the moment. Mail it to my account please, Mister Corleone. Six-Double four-two-two-double zero.

Perhaps its time to look three moves ahead and realize that you're whacking your plank out of boredom and for kicks, damaging it, when little do you know, there's a river ahead, and you're going to need that plank soon, only to realize that its breaking apart and that if you aren't careful, its going to fall into the rushing rapids, you with it.

Times running out, we can lynch a Pentangeli, or we can continue working towards destroying your future.

I'm fine with both, really :shrug:

*glances at the back*

I said curtains open! Its time for the grand unveiling!

So what will it be ~:pimp:

Askthepizzaguy

11-02-2011, 09:47

I hear that you guys have a tank now.

Now that's impressive.

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 10:01

*Realigns barrel to point towards the director's office*

So you've noticed.

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 10:06

No mafia are going to let themselves be intimidated by the puny town. You are desperately trying to cause the war to start sooner, because that will, atleast, give the town a small chance.

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 10:10

You keep telling yourself that son.

I'm going to give you a sweet. Free of charge, no cost.

Look around you, and tell me what do you see? I see a brewery all encompassing this city of Fatlington, its sowing the seeds of fear, reaping the harvest of betrayal, and brewing the drought of death.

You sir, are going to be left behind.

*Fumbles around in coat pocket*

I'm going to give you a ticket.

Don't waste it.

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 10:22

Yes yes yes. Keep repeating the same thing over and over again.

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 10:39

Yes yes yes. Keep repeating the same thing over and over again.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah. I was told that several days ago.

We'll see how it goes.

We'll see.

Really Cahoma? :7detective:

One might say that it was... the mafia calling the townie a scumbag :laugh4:

I'm sorry I couldn't resist :laugh4:

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 10:52

Nonsense posts get a generic response.:clown:

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 11:00

If I wanted something generic I would pay for it :clown:

BillMc

11-02-2011, 11:06

LazyMcCrow

11-02-2011, 11:29

If I wanted something generic I would pay for it :clown:

Now that is a quote

vote: Chaotix

gnarlycharlie

11-02-2011, 11:31

it's time for Corleone and Cunio to stand together. Stracchi needs to go.

town, here's a tasty morsel for you.

vote: fyremarble

guiri

11-02-2011, 11:38

Vote: GnarlyCharlie

Krill

11-02-2011, 11:44

vote: fyremarble

Bye fyremarble

Double A

11-02-2011, 11:47

I respectfully disagree with you, Krill.

vote: Chaotix

Askthepizzaguy

11-02-2011, 11:56

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

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

Public enemy number one
jailbreak and a smoking gun
you wont believe the things I've done
and the killing was just for fun

Public enemy number one
a storm comin, I'm on the run
through the night to the rising sun
and the trouble has just begun

Roses on your grave
I'll be on my way
Theres no time to stay
With the enemies I've made

Public enemy number one
watch the authorities come undone
with every stand-off that I've won
flirting death is just for fun

Public enemy number one
born a fugitive, fathers son
another heist of a bank is done
and the trouble has just begun

The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

"Good morning Fatlington! This is your host of the Anachronism Hour, DJ Saucy Slice.

Once again, you've witnessed only the finest efforts by ordinary Fatlings to stop the chaos that is slowly destroying this fair city. A number of successes, more than enough reason to never give up the faith. The song you just heard was "Public Enemy Number 1" by Megadeth.

As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, there's not a cop on the streets, as far as the eye can see, and most Fatlings are still able to sleep soundly in their beds at night, and wake up the next day. Without the government keeping an eye on us, intruding into our private lives. Makes you wonder why we bothered paying taxes in the first place.

Once again, vigilante justice is the only kind. I note that there are several gangsters up for the lynch today... it looks like there's trouble brewing in paradise. Reported gang leader and Donna of the Stracchi, fyremarble, looks to be losing supporters rapidly. Chaotix is also a favorite, that nasty man from the Pentangeli.... An all-out mafia war is inevitable at this point... vengeance is a dish best served cold, but there's gonna be a hot time in old Fatlington tonight.

Be back after these messages.

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.

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 12:08

Vote: Fyremarble

autolycus

11-02-2011, 12:12

Yes, let's vote: fyremarble

Sigurd

11-02-2011, 12:17

sturmhauke not dead yet?

vote: sturmhauke

Beefy187

11-02-2011, 12:30

Who is to be blamed for attacking poor old beefy?

Vote: Chaotix

Beskar

11-02-2011, 12:36

Vote: Chaotix

fyremarble

11-02-2011, 12:46

Vote: The Stranger

Jarema

11-02-2011, 12:47

unvote; vote: Chaotix

Death is yonder

11-02-2011, 13:25

it's time for Corleone and Cunio to stand together. Stracchi needs to go.

Cool! People finally listened to me :laugh4:

One might describe this as the Stracchi having used up all their tissue paper, and the Corleone having just bought a fresh pack.

You'll be thrown away after this you know, gnarly and Cahoma :yes:

Still, in the meantime, we've got important work to do, namely being using so that Corleone hands don't get dirty.

:beam:

GamezRule

11-02-2011, 13:37

vote: fryemarble to avoid a WoG.

gibsonsg91921

11-02-2011, 14:38

Vote: fyremarble

Populus Romanus

11-02-2011, 14:44

Tee-hee!

Let the slaughter begin.

Seon

11-02-2011, 15:00

:no:

You know, criminals in this town used to believe in things. Honor. RESPECT. LOOK AT YOU ALL! What do you believe in? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN?!

Neri

11-02-2011, 15:58

Vote: Fyremarble. The endgame it is.

Believer

11-02-2011, 16:10

sturmhauke not dead yet?

vote: sturmhauke

I concurr.

Vote: sturmhauke

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 16:20

Damn I thought we killed him already.

Frozen In Ice

11-02-2011, 16:37

It's kinda a little late to switch targets now that you've already declared war...

Erebus

11-02-2011, 16:48

Vote: Fyremarble

The Stranger

11-02-2011, 17:03

Vote: The Stranger

lol why?

vote:fyremarble for voting without a reason.

Sasaki Kojiro

11-02-2011, 17:05

I have to say that Sasaki convinced me of his pro-townness.

:shame:

I was pro-town the whole game. If someone had submitted their orders right my vig group would have killed Cahoma after he revealed himself by changing his sig.

Anyway I was very glad when you gave up on the plan for both of us to infiltrate the corleone and pentangeli family, that was breaking my mind.

edit: earthling just hates me for some reason :(

Renata

11-02-2011, 17:06

Damn I thought we killed him already.

That wasn't you.

vote: fyremarble

Cahoma

11-02-2011, 17:12

I was pro-town the whole game. If someone had submitted their orders right my vig group would have killed Cahoma after he revealed himself by changing his sig.

wat.

You were the ones who attacked me? I remember I did change my sig because someone said they'd be targeting people with big colourful sigs. How did I reveal myself though?

Niklas

11-02-2011, 17:41

vote: fyremarble

SisterCoyote

11-02-2011, 17:46

vote: fyremarble

Backwards Logic

11-02-2011, 17:47

vote: fryemarble

Backwards Logic

11-02-2011, 17:47

Yea! Forgot bolding!

Vote: Fryemarble

Secura

11-02-2011, 18:04

vote: fyremarble

Erebus

11-02-2011, 18:05

Unvote; Vote: Chaotix

Just something wrong about voting along with all the other scum.

Lewwyn

11-02-2011, 18:06

wat.

You were the ones who attacked me? I remember I did change my sig because someone said they'd be targeting people with big colourful sigs. How did I reveal myself though?

Oh the sexy Cahoma! Hey Babez its the sexeh!

Really wish we could have finished you off. :rifle:

Silver Jan

11-02-2011, 18:06

Vote: Fryemarble

classical_hero

11-02-2011, 18:12

Unvote; Vote: Chaotix

Just something wrong about voting along with all the other scum.So you are voting along with other scum then too? I thought you would be happy that the war has started and the chance to remove a family. Your loss then. I am disapointed this ha happened, but it has been a good life here in this town.

I might as well make my vote count. unvote; vote:Chaotix

Diana Abnoba

11-02-2011, 18:50

Well that's all very good plans and all Diana, but you are forgetting something here very important.

War is coming, and face it, you still need our help to win. You aren't exactly earning yourself brownie points by lynching townies. You aren't even the dominant family at the moment. Mail it to my account please, Mister Corleone. Six-Double four-two-two-double zero.

Perhaps its time to look three moves ahead and realize that you're whacking your plank out of boredom and for kicks, damaging it, when little do you know, there's a river ahead, and you're going to need that plank soon, only to realize that its breaking apart and that if you aren't careful, its going to fall into the rushing rapids, you with it.

Times running out, we can lynch a Pentangeli, or we can continue working towards destroying your future.

I'm fine with both, really :shrug:

*glances at the back*

I said curtains open! Its time for the grand unveiling!

So what will it be ~:pimp:

Thanks so much for your concern DIY of my wellfare, that is so sweet, but I am looking towards the future. Who do you think really has most of these rogues in his pocket, the Pizza man. The 3 families are fairly close in size, with around the same number of kills, but if you add the 3 or so rogues to Pizza's family, well then that becomes a little unbalanced don't you think.

Winston Hughes

11-02-2011, 18:51

vote: fyremarble

shlin28

11-02-2011, 19:03

Vote: Chaotix

I believe the word 'WAR' would be appropriate here.

Diana Abnoba

11-02-2011, 19:08

Okay fine, it looks like my single vote on Secura isn't going to do anything. Unvote: Secura Vote: Chaotix. I want him dead as well.

Secura

11-02-2011, 19:12

Who do you think really has most of these rogues in his pocket, the Pizza man.

I'm afraid that this is a little far-reaching, Diana; Pizza has long since left us to our own devices, we're in nobody's pockets but our own... I only care about the serial killers. :3

BSmith

11-02-2011, 19:54

vote: fyremarble Need to avoid a WoG. RL has been more than hectic the past couple of weeks. I hope to be a little more present from now on.

Chaotix

11-02-2011, 20:21

Vote: fyremarble

Me or you, buddy, and it ain't gonna be me.

Populus Romanus

11-02-2011, 20:46

You have waited long for this moment, loyalists. Now, all those true Fatlingtonians, all those true proletariats, rise, crush the murderous bourgiosie, assert freedom, law, and order over this town. Now, townies...it is time to claim your victory.

Askthepizzaguy

11-02-2011, 20:48

I'm afraid that this is a little far-reaching, Diana; Pizza has long since left us to our own devices, we're in nobody's pockets but our own... I only care about the serial killers. :3

I have actually gone two nights without sending orders to any group.

I request protection on peeps from precisely one doctor, that's the extent of the orders I send now.

Retirement is freaking awesome. And last night proved beyond all doubt that I am not needed to organize people anymore; it took a little effort but all my little hatchlings are mighty ducks now.

Now, people are asserting their independence in ways that I find surprising and amusing. I'm rooting for all of ya.

Renata

11-02-2011, 20:56

QUACK

Actually I think I make a better kitty.

Montmorency

11-02-2011, 21:11

Retirement is freaking awesome. And last night proved beyond all doubt that I am not needed to organize people anymore; it took a little effort but all my little hatchlings are mighty ducks now.

There were more attacks with you at the helm.

guiri

11-02-2011, 21:35

all my little hatchlings are mighty ducks now.I trust they're all sitting comfortably.

Unvote; Vote: Chaotix

Sprig

11-02-2011, 21:36

vote: fyremarble

He's the last of teh townies right?

Ironside

11-02-2011, 22:27

I have actually gone two nights without sending orders to any group.

I request protection on peeps from precisely one doctor, that's the extent of the orders I send now.

Retirement is freaking awesome. And last night proved beyond all doubt that I am not needed to organize people anymore; it took a little effort but all my little hatchlings are mighty ducks now.

Now, people are asserting their independence in ways that I find surprising and amusing. I'm rooting for all of ya.

And you still end up scaring people into doing rash actions.

Although the rogues being in your pocket is a funny one. Or the idea that we're your secret weapon to winning. :laugh4:

I also think you had a few shots before we got promoted to ensure your victory if you wanted to.

We're the easiest ones to appease I suppose though. Getting the serial killer dead and survive is enough for our victory. Anything else is secondary.

Shame about DE getting accidently framed though. Two people voting for him ended up sliced by some knife killer soon afterwards. And then he's innocent of that. Gah!

Anyway, Vote: Fyremarble

Diamondeye

11-02-2011, 22:44

I was pro-town the whole game. If someone had submitted their orders right my vig group would have killed Cahoma after he revealed himself by changing his sig.

:hide:

I guess you survived that knife attack so it all evens out in the end, Sasaki :wink:

White_eyes:D

11-02-2011, 22:52

I think my 67 year-old granny had more candy/junk food in her room then I have in my whole house. Weird choice to go after my place.:dizzy:

Vote: Fyremarble

TheLastDays

11-02-2011, 23:27

Why should I vote marble? I never liked marble. Let's vote: Secura <3

Montmorency

11-02-2011, 23:38

I predict the Mafia win/loss probability will finally fall below 3 in a couple of turns.

Sasaki Kojiro

11-02-2011, 23:41

My favorite this round is the people voting "to avoid wog" and just coincidentally voting an enemy don.

wat.

You were the ones who attacked me? I remember I did change my sig because someone said they'd be targeting people with big colourful sigs. How did I reveal myself though?

You just answered your own question.

Double A

11-02-2011, 23:41

vote: fyremarble

He's the last of teh townies right?

Well someone hasn't been paying attention. :tongue:

sturmhauke

11-03-2011, 00:13

sturmhauke not dead yet?

vote: sturmhauke

You forgot to accuse me of being a Don, I'm very disappointed.

vote: Sigurd

scottishranger

11-03-2011, 00:33

Ah the jig is up ehhh..

Well everybody, I am Don Pentangeli come back for revengeeee. Strachii, i harbor no ill will against you guys. Just know that ATPG is playing a deeper game and he still intendeds to win. If you do not want ATPG to win, come to the Pentangelis. We are a new family, and if a new family wins, ATPG loses. Plain and simple.

Lynch ATPG's lawyer. You all know who he is. Kill him and you kill the pizza.

GamezRule

11-03-2011, 01:01

unvote; vote: chaotix

GamezRule

11-03-2011, 01:02

Undoing that...

unvote; vote: Fyremarble

B-Wing

11-03-2011, 01:12

vote: AskThePizzaGuy

I am disappointed that you stopped sending me orders (even though I did miss a night).

Subotan

11-03-2011, 01:22

Vote: The Stranger

My hero.

Renata

11-03-2011, 01:42

Sprig

11-03-2011, 02:10

Well someone hasn't been paying attention. :tongue:

He scanned out innocent didn't he?

Xehh II

11-03-2011, 02:38

Vote Choatix

Askthepizzaguy

11-03-2011, 02:50

vote: AskThePizzaGuy

I am disappointed that you stopped sending me orders (even though I did miss a night).

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

It really was a hard break-up for some people.

B_Ray, I stopped sending orders to everybody, man. I retired from this commanding everyone thing. You know why? Because whoever wins now can say they did at least half the work. Also, getting people to send in orders was sometimes like pulling teeth and if people didn't send in orders right, *I* got the blame. It was my bad leadership or organizing, not their inactivity. Ya know?

I am feeling much better about everything now that folks are doing what they want.

Kennigit

11-03-2011, 02:58

vote: fyremarble

DaveShack

11-03-2011, 04:33

vote: fyremarble

Askthepizzaguy

11-03-2011, 04:38

The writing is on the wall, so I'll conclude the writeup and hand it over to issaikhaan shortly.

Please keep voting, you never know what might happen. And hey, you might not get wogged either.

DaveShack

11-03-2011, 05:24

Looking back at the timer, I'm fairly certain my vote is too late, and Kennigit's is probably too late also. No idea what the accurate counts are, but I'm assuming these 1-2 votes make little difference.

seireikhaan

11-03-2011, 06:16

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

"Plagiarize,
Let no one else's work evade your eyes,
Remember why the good Lord made your eyes,
So don't shade your eyes,
But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize -
Only be sure always to call it please 'research'."
...Lobachevsky

8:59PM, Friday, 11 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

The recently re-selected Director stood before the assembled committee as they deliberated. This was the part of the job he found difficult; the waiting. When his business associate and friend of many years was declared guilty by the committee, he knew that things were only going to get more difficult for him.

The well-dressed young woman stood up. Fyremarble was the youngest person ever to serve in the position of authority that she held, and yet her fierce determination and boldness inspired confidence from even her most grizzled and cynical partners. She shook off her inexperience quickly, and became one of the most powerful women in Fatlington... indeed, one of the most powerful women in the whole United States. She wasn't just cunning, ruthless, and powerful, she was also pleasing to the eye. But when she dealt with matters of business, she was a frightening presence. When her name was called, many well-dressed men stood up and loudly protested the decision. "No, you can't do that! If you do, there will be hell to pay!" one of the men shouted. Others joined in loud agreement, as the Director slammed the gavel repeatedly to bring the meeting back to order.

"Calm down, gentlemen. Remember, this isn't personal, it's just business. You've been outvoted, now sit down." said Director Askthepizzaguy. The Director's gang of thugs in red suits reached into their jackets, ready for whatever was about to happen. The businessmen in the crowd did not back down easily, but realized that now was not the time. The look on their faces was one of fury and vengeance as they sat down silently.

The air in the meeting room suddenly seemed very chilly. Tension filled the room, suffocating everyone.

The Director ended the silence by turning to Fyremarble and addressing her. "Are you prepared for whatever awaits you, my dear?" Fyremarble nodded, as several stretch limousines pulled up to the convention center. The Director asked everyone to please get into the vehicles, quickly and orderly. They drove across town in style, with champagne on ice and hors d'oeuvres served to everyone. Given the total absence of any other vehicles on the road and a flagrant disregard for traffic laws, they arrived at Club 30 within ten minutes. They stepped out of the limousines and saw that Club 30 was lit up like never before. The doors were opened, and the Committee was led inside by men dressed in black. They entered the main ballroom, where Director Askthepizzaguy and Fyremarble were led away in opposite directions by armed guards.

When they came back, Director Askthepizzaguy was standing in a white tuxedo and fedora, white shoes, and a red tie. His shoes were strangely affixed with sandpaper on the soles, perhaps for additional traction? He was holding a .38 caliber revolver in one hand, and a rose in the other. Fyremarble entered from the opposite side. She was wearing a glittery red dress which showed off quite a bit of leg, almost all the way up the side. She was wearing red slippers, and looked absolutely lovely. The Director tucked his gun away for later.

In the corner, the local radio DJ handed out sheet music to the musicians. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on the Director and his dancing partner.

"The hall is rented, the orchestra engaged. It's now time to see if you can dance. Not only dance, but dance with absolutely perfect poise and precision. If you misstep at any point during the dance, you will die. You must follow my lead exactly, do you understand?" said Askthepizzaguy.

"Yes, of course." said Fyremarble, calmly.

That's when several men in red suits drew their weapons. They ranged from simple knives, to revolvers, to Tommy guns. They were all aimed at the Director and his dance partner. "But this dance requires audience participation. If everyone would, please partner up... and show me what you've got." said the Director, snapping his fingers to indicate they were ready to begin.

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The Director took Fyremarble in his arms, and held her tightly to his body. "Do not allow even one ray of light to pass between our bodies at any time, my dear. Your life depends upon it."

They began to dance in perfect unison, spinning and twisting across the dance floor in one smooth unbroken motion. The crowd parted as they danced, as they too began to dance along with the music. A gunshot blared above the music, and Fyremarble felt something whiz by her face. It couldn't have been more than an inch away, as the Director twisted her to the left. Another gun pointed at Fyremarble, and the Director quickly turned so that she was shielded by his body. The gun fired, and hit the Director in the back, but he seemed unhurt, and continued to dance.

The crowd backed away from the dancing couple as the bullets flew. The Director dipped his partner to avoid being hit by the swing of a lead pipe, and spun her around to avoid being hacked in two by a machete. More bullets fired over their shoulders, past their legs, and shot the fedora off of the Director's head, and still they continued to dance.

A group of thugs wielding baseball bats, tire irons, crowbars, and brass knuckles approached. The Director guided his partner directly into the middle of the gang, as they swung for her head, and legs, and torso. A quick dip, and the baseball bat smashed the face of the man with the brass knuckles. A lift, and the crowbar missed Fyremarble's legs and hit the legs of the man with the baseball bat. The man with the tire iron tried to bust it over Fyremarble's shoulder, but the Director twisted her out of the way just in the nick of time, and once again, the goon only ended up hitting his own partner, who responded by hitting him in return. Soon, they were all sprawled on the dance floor, as the Director smoothly led his partner to the middle of the dance floor. He put the rose in his mouth and stared directly into the eyes of his partner, as he snapped his finger. One of his associates brought him his trademark umbrella, this time made of lead plating and steel bars. Unlike the previous iterations, this particular umbrella was welded together, and forever frozen open. It was clearly only useful as a shield, or a cumbersome umbrella.

A man carrying papers burst into the ballroom, and tried to shout something about the Governor, but no one could hear him over the sound of gunfire and the loud music.

As the dance began to pick up speed, the director held his partner tightly with one arm and held the umbrella in the other, and they began to twirl around the dance floor in circles. Several men with Tommy guns opened fire on the dancing pair. The bullets impacted the umbrella loudly, but otherwise failed to reach Fyremarble. The men on the opposite side had to dive out of the way to avoid being hit by bullets as the Director glided to the left, and then to the right. They kept firing, and they kept advancing. The bullets rained upon them, but the umbrella stopped them all.

The Director danced toward the far end of the ballroom, where there was a white circle on the floor. The well-armed gang kept advancing, as the song reached its climax. The Director struck his heel against the white circle, causing a spark. The circle on the floor then ignited, being made out of some highly combustible powder.

The ring of fire encircled the two dancers, and kept the advancing goons away. The Director gave his partner one final spin, and then dipped her in the center of the ring of flames. The song ended, and Fyremarble heard the sound of a gun being cocked.

Askthepizzaguy held his .38 revolver against Fyremarble's temple, as the man on the other end of the dance hall frantically tried to get his attention. "She's been pardoned! She's been pardoned!" said the lawyer.

Askthepizzaguy smirked. "How cute." He pulled the trigger no less than six times. Each time, there was no bullet in the chamber.

"You didn't really think I would allow such a beautiful woman to die in my arms, did you?" asked the Director. He held the umbrella over their heads and gave the woman a kiss. As smoke filled the dance hall, the overhead sprinklers came on, soaking the entire crowd, except for Fyremarble and Askthepizzaguy.

"Thank you for the lovely dance" he said, as he handed her the umbrella, and was escorted away by his gang of thugs.

"Meeting adjourned"

OOC

Orders for Night 14 are due no later than:

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

Lynch Vote Tally: No Lynch Occurred.

Fyremarble 22 (GnarlyCharlie, Krill, Cahoma, Autolycus, Gamezrule, gibsons, Neri, The Stranger, Renata, Niklas, Sister Coyote, Backwards Logic, Secura, Silver Jan, winston hughes, Bsmith, Chaotix, Sprig, Ironside, White eyes, Kennigit, Daveshack)

Chaotix 13 (DiY, BillMC, Lazy McCrow, Double A, Beefy, Tiaexz, Jarema, Erebus, Hero, Shlin, Diana, Guiri, Xehh II)

Sturmhauke 2(sigurd, Believer)

Sigurd 1 (Sturmhauke)

Askthepizzaguy 1 (B_ray)

Secura 1 (TLD)

The Stranger 1 (Fyremarble)

Scottishranger 1 (Seon)

LazyMcCrow

11-03-2011, 06:38

¡Ole!

Montmorency

11-03-2011, 06:50

Let's see you get reselected after this, Pizza Ford.

Askthepizzaguy

11-03-2011, 06:51

Let's see you get reselected after this, Pizza Ford.

*whistles innocently*

TheLastDays

11-03-2011, 07:25

*munch, munch* Popcorn, anyone?

Populus Romanus

11-03-2011, 08:18

:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:

OWNED

I must say, that was an abysmal start to your offensive against the Stracci. ABYSMAL.

Jarema

11-03-2011, 09:04

Director Askthepizzaguy, what a beautiful dance

so... allegorical
Like our life here, in this city

Niklas

11-03-2011, 09:15

Love the writeup. And not least, the song. It keeps playing in my head. Thank you, Pizza man. :bow:

Askthepizzaguy

11-03-2011, 09:48

Director Askthepizzaguy, what a beautiful dance

so... allegorical
Like our life here, in this city

:bow:

Fatlington is a strange and dangerous place... but there is still such potential for beauty in it.

Sigurd

11-03-2011, 10:00

You forgot to accuse me of being a Don, I'm very disappointed.

Sorry...

I will get you next round Don Cunnio.
I have at least one believer. We shall drop by your house every day with our posters: "GOD loves mafiosi, but hate your shenanigans" and "Commies are morans"

classical_hero

11-03-2011, 10:11

:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:

OWNED

I must say, that was an abysmal start to your offensive against the Stracci. ABYSMAL.You clearly underestimated us.

Diamondeye

11-03-2011, 10:41

Love the writeup. And not least, the song. It keeps playing in my head. Thank you, Pizza man. :bow:

This :bow:

thefluffyone93

11-03-2011, 16:14

I'm surprised the U.S government hasn't just dropped bombs on this quaint little town and blamed the explosion on some third party.

Like communists.

Johhog

11-03-2011, 16:45

So could anyone please tell me if I'm still alive?

Neri

11-03-2011, 17:15

Killed = 55: 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 [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar (n12), Johhog (n12), qlyphz (n12), Lewwyn (n13), Monk (n13), Yaropolk (n13)

No, but you're more or less a fresh corpse, if that helps.

Diana Abnoba

11-03-2011, 17:21

Over the top Pizza, loved the write up. :2thumbsup:

I love Latin music ( and Latin men :smitten: ) it's just a weakness I have ( the Latin men that is :wink3: ).

And hero di classico, well said, you took the words right out of my mouth. :laugh4: :laugh4:

Believer

11-04-2011, 13:26

Sorry...

I will get you next round Don Cunnio.
I have at least one believer. We shall drop by your house every day with our posters: "GOD loves mafiosi, but hate your shenanigans" and "Commies are morans"

Don't out me!

Askthepizzaguy

11-04-2011, 13:48

Don't out me!

That little birdie flew back to Capistrano a long time ago.

Sigurd

11-04-2011, 14:16

Don't out me!
yep... this is the man that made the second poster.

GeneralHankerchief

11-04-2011, 18:00

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

Please allow a lot of time for processing.

GeneralHankerchief

11-04-2011, 22:26

"Thy dawn, O Master of the world, thy dawn;
The hour the lilies open on the lawn,
The hour the grey wings pass beyond the mountains,
The hour of silence, when we hear the fountains,
The hour that dreams are brighter and winds colder,
The hour that young love wakes on a white shoulder,
O Master of the world, the Persian Dawn.
That hour, O Master, shall be bright for thee:
Thy merchants chase the morning down the sea,
The braves who fight thy war unsheathe the sabre,
The slaves who work thy mines are lashed to labour,
For thee the waggons of the world are drawn—
The ebony of night, the red of dawn!"
...The Story of Hassan of Baghdad
...James Elroy Flecker

Fourteenth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington

A chill November rain swept through Fatlington, dropping temperatures and hopes. Many decided to stay inside, under the comfort of insulation. If that didn't provide enough warmth, there was always the alcohol to remedy that. The figures that remained outside under these conditions were obscured, shadow-like. Yet still their work continued.

Cahoma lived close enough to the Convention Center where he always walked home from the meetings. He had the path taken down to muscle memory, so the dulling of much of his senses from the rain didn't matter much to him. He would know the way home even in a blizzard where he couldn't see five feet in front of him.

However, unfortunately for Cahoma, his muscle memory did not protect him against impediments that were not usually there. This came in the form of two gunmen that Cahoma did not see until they had a clear shot at him.

"Oh -" he began, but the rest of it was lost due to the rain and the gunfire, and soon enough his blood was flowing down into the sewers of the city along with the rainwater.

Renata was playing poker with some of the boys. They had been going deep into the night until there were only three of them left: Herself and two other gentlemen who had been playing solidly but had been bleeding chips for a long time now. Finally, as the last hand was dealt, one of them looked at the other. "All in," he said, pushing his meager stack into the center of the table and topping it off with a single 1951 half dollar.

"Call," said the other one, adding his own half-dollar to the pot, and before Renata could react they both had their guns out and trained on her.

"Well, if you boys are going all-in, I guess it's only right that you show your hand. I suppose I have to do the same," she said, grinning, and an instant later both gunmen each had *two* guns pointed directly at their heads from four people that had showed up seemingly out of nowhere.

"I'll just take your money this time, I think," she said, nodding at the four. "Next time, though, you had better hope you're playing with better cards." And without another word, she collected her winnings and exited.

B_Ray was quickly walking down one of Fatlington's streets, commenting on the weather with a friend of his whom he had met.

"Brutal, eh?"

"Yeah, now I see why this is only a popular town in the summer."

Two figures came in and joined the conversation out of nowhere. "You want to see brutal? Try Alaska in late December or early January."

"Yeah," said the other, "There's a reason why they call it Seward's Folly. Imagine if you're up past the Arctic Circle too. No sunlight during the Solstice. Just 24 hours of straight... darkness."

B_Ray and his friend looked at each other. B_Ray was more afraid for his life. His friend, however, was taking charge of the situation. "That's why I always carry other lighting sources with me," he said, and took out what was obviously a Molotov Cocktail from his coat. "Shoot me and in my dying breath I set all of you *#%!s on fire. Find somebody else to give your song-and-dance to."

Without a word, the two attackers blended into the night.

Sobbing, BillMC took another step.

The attack had overwhelmed him. He thought he was safe, having driven back to his house without any incidents. He had gotten out of the car, shut the door, and was halfway to his front door when *they* came. Led by a man in a crimson suit, three of them had pumped up to a dozen bullets into his body until things reached the point where the only thing his blood-filled eyes could distinguish were the smoking barrels of the guns.

Sobbing, he took another step.

That hadn't been the end of the misery, though. No. He was done flat on his back, bleeding from more wounds than he could count. The rain was washing away his blood as fast as it continued to pour out. The man in the red suit, though, he wasn't finished. Kneeling down, his suit the precise color of Bill's blood (how convenient, this, it wouldn't stain his suit, how well thought-out this plan was), he unearthed a knife and proceeded to take Bill's right shoe and sock off.

He remembered the toe amputation the most vividly out of the entire events of the night. It was pain beyond pain, somehow serving to heighten all of his other wounds in addition to being its own misery. He was so hurt that he wasn't even able to scream or cry. He remembered the three of them conversing afterward, but at that point was too incoherent to understand what they were saying.

Sobbing, he took another step.

He remembered wanting to die, but realized after time immemorial (five minutes) that death wasn't going to come. So he decided to live. Getting up, tearing his suit to pieces, using each one as best he could as a tourniquet, he struggled to his feet and began to limp all the way to the only place he could go: Mercy Hospital.

Thrice, he fell. Each time, he didn't think he was going to get up. His energy was leaving his body, along with his blood.

Sobbing, he took another step. But then, there it was. Mercy beckoned ahead. Sobbing with joy, he took another step.

Winston Hughes had a terrific headache. He had taken sleeping pills, about twenty too many truth be told, but sleep was still not coming. Instead, there was a pounding coming from the apartment next door. They were playing some of that new-fangled music, probably "Rocket 88", and the bassline was far too loud.

Enough was enough. Winston struggled out of bed, leaving his apartment and knocking on next door. Expecting to yell at them to quit that racket when they opened the door, he instead found himself face-to-face with two people carrying very large guns.

"Uurrrghh" he managed, and collapsed to the floor. The two gunmen looked at each other for a second, and then one bent down to check his pulse. Nothing. Confused, they looked at each other again before putting the requisite 1951 Franklin silver half-dollars over his eyes and going back inside.

"Easiest job we ever pulled," one said, laughing.

Three hours later, Winston woke up, struggled back to his apartment, and called 911. He had overdosed on the sleeping pills, and now was going to pay the price in the form of hospital bills from Mercy.

Scienter had outrun a lot in her time in Fatlington. There was the double attack on her a week or so back that she had survived. Things had died down a bit after that, but they were clearly going after her with a vengeance tonight. First, she had survived an attempt to run her off the road when the other car had spun out due to the slippery surface. After that, there was the attempt to poison her drink that she had survived by changing her order at the last second and noticing the bartender scrambling around. Finally, back when she was home, relaxing, she had noticed an odd stench in her house and got out seconds before the entire building exploded from the buildup of too much natural gas.

Now, though, there was nowhere to run. She had driven over to the Hotel Abbatoir to try and find a place to stay the night (the penthouse was now open) and was washing up in the lobby's bathroom when the door crashed open.

Three armed figures faced her. They were blocking the only way out. There were no windows to climb out of, and the protection the stalls provided was laughable.

"A clean, single shot, please," she said, facing the inevitable. "I don't want to make this needlessly messy." The attackers agreed - this was a fair enough request - but as they were conferring, Scienter turned the sink on as hot as she could and let the water flow. Cupping it in her hands, ignoring the scalding they were receiving, she splashed it in their faces and charged, aiming to barrel right through them and out to safety.

It worked, but not well enough. Two gunmen were down, screaming in pain. The other one, though, fired incoherently, chipping tiles and spraying shells all over the floor. None of his shots hit Scienter, but he still did well enough, as she ended up slipping on one of the shells and landing flat on her back.

"Uh-oh." Scrambling into the corner, trying to buy still more time, she knew she was cooked. The gunman's look was merciless as he lined up his shot and fired once, this bullet going directly between her eyes. "At least one of us keeps his promises," he said, depositing two 1951 half dollars on her person and helping his comrades up.

The Stranger didn't know where he was going exactly, but he knew he was being pursued. That was reason enough to gun the car and drive recklessly, even in the night's less-than-ideal conditions.

He heard the pitter-patter of raindrops, the screech of the car behind him, and the occasional bursts of machine-gun fire. What he did not hear, however, was the yell of the pedestrian nearby to watch where he was going.

It was an intersection that had no signs or traffic lights, and as a result TS missed the turn entirely. He ended up slamming his car into a fire hydrant, completely dislodging it from the ground. It launched a fountain into the sky but the impact was enough to bring his car to a dead stop.

Without a word, the two men in the car pursuing him came to a slow stop, exited the car, and made their way over to TS's vehicle. They fired two shots. The first one took care of the window. The second one took care of The Stranger. They then drove off.

The next day, when the authorities finally stopped the constant spray of water from where the fire hydrant used to be, they found a soaked-beyond-belief outline of the state of Alaska with the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled in. However, there was no actual car, as The Stranger had managed to survive the wound and drive himself to Mercy for treatment.

Psychonaut had been sleeping when he was jarred awake by the sound of duct tape ripping off. He tried to move instinctively but found that his arms, legs, and body were bound to the bed.

"Ah, I'm sorry my friend, but you woke up a might too late," said one of the two men who had been tying him up. "A little earlier in the process and you might have been able to get out of this. Now, unfortunately, there's not much else to do. Knife him." The man's partner complied, and removed Psychonaut's big toe, ignoring Psychonaut's muffled screams. Satisfied with the task, the two attackers left the room momentarily.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" one of them asked.

"Oh, right," the other said, and went back in the room to actually kill Psychonaut.

guiri, God bless his heart, was still trying to get some work done. Committee duties had prevented him from showing up to the office these past two weeks, but he had arranged with his boss to work from home. He didn't have that much time to work but did enjoy unwinding at nights by typing up reports and crunching numbers.

As he pushed another piece of paper into his typewriter, guiri got really into his work, as per usual. Fully concentrated on the task at hand, he failed to notice the sounds of two people finishing up work on an elaborate bomb they had mostly set up before guiri returned home.

Finally, he noticed that something was wrong - his filing cabinet was starting to rattle for some inexplicable reason. Not thinking at all, guiri opened the cabinet to see what was wrong, activating the detonator. The cabinet blew up in his face, killing guiri and utterly filling the room with semi-charred pictures of the state of Alaska with the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled on them.

"It is time, Tiaexz."

That was the voice that had been following him for thirty minutes now, cutting clearly through the rain and wind. Time. Time for what, he thought? There was an obvious answer to that.

He had no idea where he was. He had been walking quickly down various town streets ever since the voice had started, not particularly caring where he turned so long as it was "away." He couldn't keep this up forever, after all. Fatlington had its share of dead ends.

"It is time, Tiaexz."

Enough. Enough with that voice. Enough with everything. He turned around. There was one attacker, his face silhouetted through the rain and shadows of street lamps overhead. He was holding a Zastava M88. Seeing Tiaexz, he nodded, and raised his gun, preparing to fire.

Click.

"Time for you to get a new gun, I guess," Tiaexz said, not quite believing his luck, and walked off into the night with confidence.

09:11AM, Saturday, 12 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"And that's the daily report," Commissioner Fermanagh said, rolling up the peace of paper. "And now it's time for everyone's favorite part of the day: The postmortems." Nobody on the Committee made a sound.

"Your lynch choice, Populus Romanus, was a rousing success for you scum, as he was a surgeon dedicated to protecting the innocent of Fatlington. I congratulate you on your work, Committee. As for the night deaths, Khazaar and qlyphz were loyal townies and Johhog was a minor scum, not yet affiliated with any of the families. No wonder why they're on the report. Okay, everybody, get to work, I guess," he finished, taking a long swig of his drink and passing the gavel off to Director Askthepizzaguy.

OOC

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

Phase ends:

I'll try to send out feedback PMs today. As always, PM me if you are expecting a promotion.

Please continue to vote. Sending night orders alone will not be enough to save you from the WOG.

Attacked = 56: 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, n12), 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, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14), Tiaexz (n14)

Wounded = 21: 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), Scottishranger (n13), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14)

Killed = 59: 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 [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn (n13), Monk (n13), Yaropolk (n13), Cahoma (n14), guiri (n14), Psychonaut (n14), Scienter (n14)

Lynched = 11: 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 [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit (d13)

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, Chaotix, Clitsome, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, sturmhauke, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II

Cahoma

11-04-2011, 22:29

Damn. 'bout freaking time I died anyway.

The Stranger

11-04-2011, 23:19

who has attacked me?

LazyMcCrow

11-04-2011, 23:45

select: Askthepizzaguy
vote: abstain

SisterCoyote

11-04-2011, 23:48

Select: abstain
vote: abstain

(Sorry, all -- it's been a busy week here in meatspace and I haven't been following along as well as I'd like.)

Renata

11-04-2011, 23:59

select: classical hero One fewer to attack us.
vote: DaveShack Convince me you're not in Stracchi pockets, sweetling?

GeneralHankerchief

11-05-2011, 00:04

ATTENTION PLAYERS: There was one error with the writeup, The Stranger survived his attack and is currently in Mercy Hospital. I will update this change to the thread once I am done sending out feedback PMs.

Renata

11-05-2011, 00:19

Actually I take that back. You already lost your luck, didn't you, classical hero? unvote, vote Jarema

Renata

11-05-2011, 00:19

*sigh*
unvote, vote DaveShack
unselect, select Jarema

I gotta be me.

GeneralHankerchief

11-05-2011, 00:28

The writeup has been edited to reflect The Stranger's survival.

In addition, all feedback PMs should be out.

BillMc

11-05-2011, 00:29

Cruel and unusual!

Beskar

11-05-2011, 00:29

Looks like I was attacked. Perhaps that is a cue that I should take a greater presence in the game opposed to sitting back and watching it unfold.

I have to admit though, Renata having four protectors? That is definitely unexpected especially considering what I know of you. Why so many?

vote: DaveShack Convince me you're not in Stracchi pockets, sweetling?

Interesting how you point out Stracchi alone. Is that because of... should I say? or might I upset your plans a little too much. I am wondering if you was the one who got me targeted though. :book2:

Beskar

11-05-2011, 00:33

Anyway, Select: Pizza, he is no ones puppet, which is a good thing.

classical_hero

11-05-2011, 00:34

Renata, don't underestimate me.

vote:DaveShack for the time being.

Select:Renata Make one of you guys as director, means less of you being able to attack at night.

TheLastDays

11-05-2011, 00:38

select: Oh! TheLastDays! I will make cookies.

vote: Secura