Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Renata]

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?

Why so many is a different question to why was I protected at all, and it has a different answer. The answer to the question you didn't ask is that Pizza is trying to buy my loyalty, and he was apparently willing to ruin one of the Stracchi hits to do it. But he won't get it at the cost of my teammates. Next?


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:

Say whatever you like. And I wish.

[Seon]

Select: Pizza

[Beskar]

Why so many is a different question to why was I protected at all, and it has a different answer. The answer to the question you didn't ask is that Pizza is trying to buy my loyalty, and he was apparently willing to ruin one of the Stracchi hits to do it.

You wasn't a Stracchi hit. So you are looking at the wrong kettle of fish there.

As for why you are protected, we both know the answer to that, so that wouldn't be a surprise to me and I wouldn't have expected you being protected to be anythingless.

Though I am not quite sure why you targeted me though...

[Scienter]

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.



Or you can come play minecraft instead! :yes:

[Beskar]

Or you can come play minecraft instead! :yes:

True, but creepers keep spawning on me and it is annoying having to rebuild it each-time!

Poor Divine Wind, the area outside his house was completely bombed with them, had to try to patch up the areas.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Select: Askthepizzaguy

No good deed goes unappreciated... :rolleyes:

[B-Wing]

vote: Renata
For having me attacked last night.

select: Askthepizzaguy
Why not.

[Backwards Logic]

Vote: The Stranger, and
Select: ATPG.

[White_eyes:D]

Vote:The Stranger
Select:ATPG

Can't anyone stay dead anymore?:no:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Ok, I've been approached by members of the Stracchi/Corleone regarding this matter, and where I stand and where the lawyer stands and sundry. I made it clear in the 3 Fam QT many rounds ago that, unless there was a special reason that person needed to suffer a lynch, I'd prefer gangsters die in the field of battle, in combat, with a gun in their hands. Those are my preferences, obviously not shared by all, but you asked. I will do my duty as Director regardless of who ends up in the lynch chair, though. I can't pick unless it was a tie anyway.

The lawyer will be asked to stay out of this. He wasn't involved in the first place.

IMO the attack on Tiaexz was, as a Corleone helpfully pointed out, not from a Corleone. It was a rogue. There's one who I feel "went rogue" and isn't even looking for the SK right now.

As such, I condone his lynch.

[Jarema]

vote: DaveShack
Select: ATPG

[Askthepizzaguy]

Recent events have so perturbed me that I forgot to do the danged radio show. :shame:



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





https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=buZ_Bm58DNM#t=5s



Lyrics slightly altered and censored.



So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Looking in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
The mafia crowd, make money, chill with the honey's
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And GamezRule be comin' with it, nevertheless
You got to go for the gusto but you don't know
About the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your peers
And losing some of yourself to the years past gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for askthepizzaguy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
In deep, 48 tracks
Radio gangster DJ signed the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil'
But never will 'til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a Made Gangster in the biz?
And take things from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way
Still trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The route you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no women
And everybody spits on your name

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

People see gangstas, you na wha I'm sayin?
But you still...try'na...rack up kills, like everybody else
It's a fun job, but it's still a job
Save your Lucas man, save your Mades too
Being "sorta lucky" don't last very long
I mean...you're lucky in this game too
There's gon' be another cat comin' out
Lookin' like me, soundin' like me, next year I know this
They'll be a flipside, do whatchu you do
Somebody'll try to spin off like some series

You ever have big dreams of makin' real cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look shanty in the Bentley
Be a snob and never act friendly
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happends to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all dang day
Long as you sell everything will be O.K.
Then you get dissed by the townies and gangs
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex' with the chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far and live large?
It ain't all that goes with bein' a mafia star

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My son Saucy don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like mony
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the Paladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, they go roll on
'Til the next mafia superstar with no shame
Give him a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin' ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this ain't easy take it from Pizza
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the beepin' lethal
"Assassins, assassins"

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a Capo superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly




The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice


"Hello Fatlington, this is DJ Slice.

The song you just heard was a slightly altered version of "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill. Yours truly with the new lyrics. Well, it would seem the peace that has lasted for weeks is coming to an end. The attempt to lynch fyremarble yesterday might have caused some vengeful feelings, perhaps.... or perhaps this was inevitable regardless of what happened. The mafia families are going to war, as I predicted. All I can say is, thank god for those folks working in Mercy Hospital. They've saved my life enough times, and now they are the only thing that can save us. Personally, I'd get a bulletproof vest and go nowhere unless armed to the teeth and with at least two Mades by your side. This is going to get really ugly before it gets better.





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.

[Jarema]

unvote; vote: The Stranger

[Sigurd]

Select: Askthepizzaguy

No good deed goes unappreciated... :rolleyes:

No good deed goes unpunished... would be the correct quote. :sneaky:

AND

vote: Sturmhauke.
We saw you leaving in a hurry last night... someone after you? An important meeting to attend? And you ignored Believers poster. Working with the commies are we?

[Niklas]

Select: Askthepizzaguy
Vote: The Stranger

[Renata]

You wasn't a Stracchi hit. So you are looking at the wrong kettle of fish there.

If you're going to lie to me at least lie well. I don't take it well when people lie to me badly.


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.

[Beskar]

If you're going to lie to me at least lie well. I don't take it well when people lie to me badly.

I am not lying at all. :shrug:

There was been nothing, no orders or anything to mark it.

[Death is yonder]

Without a question, for a new term as Supreme Entertainer:

Select: ATPG


IMO the attack on Tiaexz was, as a Corleone helpfully pointed out, not from a Corleone. It was a rogue.

Them townies got them rogues too? :shocked3: and Corleone are voting 'em?

Vote: Abstain

No idea what's going on this day phase and too tired to figure out. Good night!

:zzz:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Mmm.

Now, before folks get ahead of themselves, I'd like to point out that, by the Corleone's own admission, the Stracchi first strike against them was entirely justified.

Because today, they were to first strike the Stracchi. So :wink: the indignation can cease now.

[Krill]

select: ATPG
vote: Sturmhauke

[Believer]

Select: ATPG
Vote: ATPG

I just can't make up my mind if we need you deadsies or as a leader. I am confus.

[Askthepizzaguy]

So I've spoken to a rather influential Made Corleone we all know and love. I've been able to confirm the following straight from the source-


1) The Corleone have been hiding their numbers deliberately, by not killing at full strength- the purpose being to deceive the other families so their first strike would be much deadlier.
2) The Corleone have been plotting to attack the Stracchi in a first strike to start the mafia war; to cripple them or annihilate them immediately. I would expect that meant forcing the capitulation of the Cunio shortly thereafter, because it is the only remaining logical step to Capo-dom.
3) The first strike would have occurred this round even if the Stracchi hadn't engaged the Corleone first, by their own admission.
4) The Corleone Made in question has been wishing for my destruction in particular, even after the favor I've shown the Corleone family. Favors which are extensive and include locating recruits for them, some of which are still active, not voting or attacking any of them, rooting out traitors in their midst and revealing them, siding with them in several conflicts, and insuring none got lynched, and providing doctor protection for them, in addition to offering a peaceful capitulation and joining them as full Corleones.


As such, it's clear to me that not only was the Stracchi move justified, but remaining neutral on these matters isn't possible by default. It directly involves the Cunio and myself. That said, I regret the lives that have been lost or disrupted by the Stracchi first strike. I would prefer to discuss terms, to avoid further need for strikes and retaliatory strikes.

If you prefer to meet on the field of battle and fight it out, that is also acceptable. I pledge not to attack any wiseguys presently, in the hopes they can become Made and win the game with us. For now, all I ask of the Corleone is to work on that lynch we discussed; hopefully that will be the sign of cooperation we need.

[BSmith]

Vote: The Stranger
Select: ATPG

[autolycus]

Vote:sturmhauke
select:atpg

[gibsonsg91921]

Vote: The Stranger, Select: ATPG

[Neri]

Vote: Sturmhauke
Select: Askthepizzaguy

I am rather pressed for time so those are my choices until I have time to fully survey the situation. But I have a feeling this is the day when things get serious.

[gnarlycharlie]

select: ATPG

vote: sturmhauke

[Xehh II]

Select: ATPG
Vote:Sturmhauke

[scottishranger]

Vote: Sturmhauke

Select: Renata

round and round we go where we stop nobody knowsss

[Niklas]

@scottishranger, your votes likely won't count since they are in an edited post.

[scottishranger]

ah yes but i was hoping people would see that the edit time.

Oh welll

Vote: Sturmhauke

Select Renata

[Niklas]

That's better. ;)

Current tally by post #4038 ():

Sturmhauke (9): Sigurd, Krill, Autolycus, Neri, gnarlycharlie, Xehh II, scottishranger, hero di classico, Ironside
The Stranger (9): Backwards Logic, White_Eyes:D, Jarema, Niklas, BSmith, gibsonsg91921, Erebus, Chaotix, Renata

Secura (1): Oh! TheLastDays!
Renata (1): B_Ray
ATPG (1): Believer

Abstain: LazyMcCrow, SisterCoyote, Death is yonder

[classical_hero]

unvote; vote:Sturmhauke

[Ironside]

Vote:Sturmhauke
Select: ATPG

[Erebus]

Just so you guys all know. ATPG is now a made.

So the question is which family is he part of? Stracchi, Cunnio or Coreleone. Or is he part of the Pentageli family?

So he has director protection by night and lawyer protection by day. Must be nice to be invincible while all the opposing families kill themselves around you.

Select: Renata
Vote: The Stranger

[Erebus]

Select: Renata
Vote: The Stranger

[Chaotix]

Vote: The Stranger

I'm not even going to pretend I care about the lynch any more. :shrug:

[Renata]

unvote, vote: The Stranger

Pizza, I never expected you wouldn't notice our late recruiting efforts. It wasn't exactly hidden to anyone who was halfway paying attention, and I expected that you would hvae been. Every day I expected you to challenge me on it, but it never happened. The Stracchi shouldn't begrudge us that feint any more than we are truly offended by their strike at us. This is Capo, Pizza. Concealing strength is good play.

As far as you and the rest of the Cunio go, it's probably best handled in private.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Just so you guys all know. ATPG is now a made.

So the question is which family is he part of? Stracchi, Cunnio or Coreleone. Or is he part of the Pentageli family?

So he has director protection by night and lawyer protection by day. Must be nice to be invincible while all the opposing families kill themselves around you.

Select: Renata
Vote: The Stranger

He's figured out my secret plans! Quick, lynch him instead.

Little do you know, Erebus, I'm a part of the Santino family. :laugh4:

[Double A]

Vote: Sturmhauke
Select: ATPG

[Seon]

Vote: Sturmhauke.

[Sprig]

vote: Sturmhauke

Select: Renata

[Beskar]

Vote: The Stranger

Word has it you was the one hired by Renata to kill me. :frown:

[GeneralHankerchief]

I'll be somewhat late on ending the round tonight due to an RL commitment but the voting is still scheduled to end in roughly 25 minutes.

[Krill]

unvote, vote: The Stranger

[Kennigit]

vote: the stranger
select: atpg

[Renata]

unselect, select ATPG

Glad to see you're back to form, Beskar. Can't hardly blame you for trying, but good lord.

[sturmhauke]

vote: Sturmhauke.
We saw you leaving in a hurry last night... someone after you? An important meeting to attend? And you ignored Believers poster. Working with the commies are we?

Does anyone believe you about anything at this point? I mean really, you need to come up with some better lies.

vote: Sigurd
select: sturmhauke

[Niklas]

unvote; vote: abstain

[Niklas]

Final tally ():

Sturmhauke (11): Sigurd, Autolycus, Neri, gnarlycharlie, Xehh II, scottishranger, hero di classico, Ironside, Double A, Seon, Sprig
The Stranger (11): Backwards Logic, White_Eyes:D, Jarema, BSmith, gibsonsg91921, Erebus, Chaotix, Renata, Tiaexz, Krill, Kennigit

Secura (1): Oh! TheLastDays!
Renata (1): B_Ray
ATPG (1): Believer
Sigurd (1): Sturmhauke

Abstain: LazyMcCrow, SisterCoyote, Death is yonder, Niklas

[edse]

Final tally ():

Sturmhauke (11): Sigurd, Autolycus, Neri, gnarlycharlie, Xehh II, scottishranger, hero di classico, Ironside, Double A, Seon, Sprig
The Stranger (11): Backwards Logic, White_Eyes:D, Jarema, BSmith, gibsonsg91921, Erebus, Chaotix, Renata, Tiaexz, Krill, Kennigit

Secura (1): Oh! TheLastDays!
Renata (1): B_Ray
ATPG (1): Believer
Sigurd (1): Sturmhauke

Abstain: LazyMcCrow, SisterCoyote, Death is yonder, Niklas

Why bother? you won't get them both lynched anyway...

[Askthepizzaguy]

This writeup was done in the last hour I had free before work today.

I was under time pressure, but I still gave 100%. I hope it meets with your approval.

[Jarema]

writeup? what writeup? I did not see anything:whip:

[Askthepizzaguy]

writeup? what writeup? I did not see anything:whip:

Well Jarema, I did it but the hosts have to post it. See, I don't know for absolute certain if, say, a lawyer got involved and stopped the lynch for whatever reason, and therefore I can't post the official results myself.

Uh that's the host's task. So we're waiting on that. :beam:

[GeneralHankerchief]

Whoops, that took a bit longer than expected. :sweatdrop:

Doing host things now.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Note: I'm not really in a condition right now to go back and double-check the tally, so we'll be assuming Niklas's count is accurate. If anyone spots an error... let us know quickly.

[GeneralHankerchief]

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

"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star!"
...King Lear 1.2
...William Shakespeare


9:13PM, Saturday, 11 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey



The Director was late, arriving today exactly one hour before the deadline, having been completely exhausted by non-Director related activities. He conferred with this friends regarding the method of death, and for a moment, he was completely stumped. Panic began to set in.... and he noticed that the votes for the lynch seemed to be headed for a tie. He needed something, something big to prove he was still worthy of being Director.

The minutes ticked by, and he had plans that night... he couldn't afford a delay or extension. He needed a show-stopper, and he needed it now. Various ideas were tossed about, but the Director, being picky, shot them all down. Then, there was a discussion about whether or not someone could be dealt enough drugs to hallucinate they were being eaten alive by a turducken. That was the final straw... Santino needed to take matters into his own hands. Finally, inspiration struck.

When the Director heard the names being called out, he sprang into action, making several phone calls to his friends down by the port. There were warehouses full of items they could use. So the trucks were loaded in record time, and sent down to the convention center, where the Director's goons set to unloading them.

"Gentlemen" began Askthepizzaguy, "I give you the most elaborate, fantastic death ever! It will be like nothing you've ever seen before! You will begin constructing the stage that I have designed."

The Director handed out several blueprints to his goons, the committee members, and even the condemned. They set to work, with only 45 minutes left to go. In a very short time, there were several platforms, each with oddities and horrors more frightening than the last. There were bars around the outside of the platforms, preventing escape for anyone trapped inside.... except by moving to the next platform as quickly as possible.

There were locked doors and hidden keys, pits filled with live scorpions, starving monkeys, complex spiked booby traps, and gangsters wielding all manner of weaponry. There were electrified floors with tiles that needed to be stepped on in the correct sequence to avoid being shocked. There was a rope ladder leading up the side of a building which was soaked in gasoline and would be lit on fire as soon as someone began climbing it, leading to the roof, where a massive aviary had been constructed, containing "attack pigeons" as the Director called them. In order to cross this area safely, they had jump into a pool of honey, then climb out and jump in a vat of birdseed, and then climb out and run as fast as they could to the other side, where they would be able to ride a water slide all the way down to the bottom, which led to a massive drainage canal filled with alligators. From there, they would float off into the river, to relative safety.

The Director checked his watch, and noticed that there was only fifteen minutes left. There just wasn't enough time! He ordered them to work faster, harder than ever. And soon, the magnificent arena was complete. Askthepizzaguy nodded with approval. It was truly a work of art.

The names were called, and Sturmhauke and The Stranger approached, looking at the various gruesome deaths that were in store for them. It was just too much.

"No, I can't do it, Askthepizzaguy. I just can't. I want something more dignified. Please... do something else..." said Sturmhauke.

The Director sighed, and offered his hand. In it were the familiar blue and red pills. "If you take the red pill" the Director began....

Before he could continue, Sturmhauke snatched the pills out of his hand and quickly ate them both.

"HOW ABOUT THAT, Pizza guy? Bet you didn't see that coming. You gave me a choice between blue and red, and I picked both! Now you have no idea what's going to happen! You can't predict the future. There is no fate, pizza man, only choice, don't you see? I've chosen something you couldn't possibly plan for, and now your creepy fate talk is all worthless. Hahahahaaha!!!"

"You really shouldn't have done that..." said Askthepizzaguy.

The ground began to shake. The pavement started cracking, and a loud, demonic roar was heard off in the distance.

"You can't mix those pills, the effects are rather extreme" he continued.

"You don't frighten me, pizza. I know it's all an illusion." said Sturmhauke.

"No.... no, you don't understand. This is as real as your so-called life gets..." The Director ordered his goons and everyone else he could fit into his limousine, and they peeled off in an instant, leaving Sturmhauke and The Stranger behind, puzzled.

The ground shook, as loud, thunderous booms were heard getting closer, and closer.... and closer....


"It's not real, Sturmhauke.... it's not real!" said The Stranger.


But there it was.... it stood 80 feet tall. It was monstrous, and bloated, and making a terrible screeching noise that sounded like three different voices at once. It was a crime against nature, an affront to God himself. It was a being that should not be, it was unnatural.... it was wrong.


"It isn't real." Sturmhauke said to himself, believing it less and less each time.


The gargantuan creature knocked over buildings as it approached, and Sturmhauke stood frozen, trying to convince himself that it was all just an illusion. But the police car that was crushed under the monster's feet, and the subsequent siren, led Sturmhauke to conclude that somehow.... this thing was real. He could see its powerful beak about to swallow him whole, and finally he bolted.

He ran as fast as he could, determined not to be eaten by the massive turducken. He ducked and weaved around the gigantic arena of death that Pizzaguy had constructed, not being silly enough to actually go inside it, and dove into the drainage ditch, hoping that he could make it to the river safely.


Oblivious to what Sturmhauke was seeing, the Director, The Stranger, and the others watched in puzzled amusement as he screamed "NO MISTER TURDUCKEN, DON'T EAT ME!!!" and dove head-first into the alligator-infested water, where he was promptly eaten alive.

"What's a turducken?" said one of Askthepizzaguy's associates.

"I have no idea, but it sure makes me hungry. Anyone want to join me at the all-you-can-eat buffet around the corner? My treat." said Askthepizzaguy. The arena of death would be there tomorrow...

"Meeting adjourned!" said the Director.

The giant Turducken, however, said nothing.



________________





There were shouts of approval, and the entire committee (minus the dearly departed) went off to enjoy a fabulous feast befitting this time of year. They all piled into the limo, starting with The Stranger. They kept coming in, and it became a tight squeeze. There wasn't quite enough room for all of them.

"Somebody has to get out" said the Director, as they zoomed down the street at 70 miles per hour.

Everyone looked at The Stranger, who silently cursed to himself. Askthepizzaguy rolled down the window, and The Stranger was pulled kicking and screaming toward it, and was shoved headfirst out the window. Unfortunately the driver was passing a bit too close to a street lamp at the time, and The Stranger's body became less acquainted with his head. The body was pushed out the rest of the way.

The rest of the committee had a lovely evening, though.


OOC

Night Fifteen orders are due:


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

Lynch vote tally:

Sturmhauke (11): Sigurd, Autolycus, Neri, gnarlycharlie, Xehh II, scottishranger, hero di classico, Ironside, Double A, Seon, Sprig
The Stranger (11): Backwards Logic, White_Eyes:D, Jarema, BSmith, gibsonsg91921, Erebus, Chaotix, Renata, Tiaexz, Krill, Kennigit

Secura (1): Oh! TheLastDays!
Renata (1): B_Ray
ATPG (1): Believer
Sigurd (1): Sturmhauke

Abstain: LazyMcCrow, SisterCoyote, Death is yonder, Niklas

[Askthepizzaguy]

This is your Director with a public service announcement:

Please do not mix medication without first consulting your doctor.

[White_eyes:D]

But you still enjoyed that didn't you?:bounce:

[The Stranger]

pizza, i name you betrayer, and if not now you will suffer the consequences one day. twice you broke your word and twice i shall stab you.

Daveshack is most likely the lawyer, Autolycus is the big unknown and if you want to kill pizza, kill diana.

[Visor]

Boo friggin hoo. You were betrayed. Suck it up princess. :tongue:

[Askthepizzaguy]

pizza, i name you betrayer, and if not now you will suffer the consequences one day. twice you broke your word and twice i shall stab you.

Yes, good.... you hear the cry of the warrior, calling you to battle and to glory.

You shall have your revenge one day.

But not today.

[sturmhauke]

As my last wish, I request that someone kill Sigurd. Oh and if all the mafia could die, that'd be great too.

[seireikhaan]

No more orders being taken. Please allow awhile for processing.

[seireikhaan]

"In 666 there lives a Mister Miller
He's our local vicar and a serial killer
Ohhhh if you find the time please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood, my neighbourhood
My, my, my beautiful neighbourhood, my neighbourhood
My, my, my beautiful neighbourhood
Who lives in a house like this?
Who lives in a house like this?
They want to knock us down cause they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this you know it's hard to survive
So you'd better come prepared cause they won't take us alive"
...Neighbourhood
...Space


Fifteenth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington


For Erebus, it was a long night’s walk. He departed the council in a bit of a hurry, wanting to get home quick to avoid getting caught in any mob war crossfire. But it seemed that someone had their sights set on him. He was striding across an empty street when a lone man emerged from the shadows, standing in his path. A knife gleamed in the darkness. Cautiously, Erebus started to saunter to his left, down the other street. The man started to pick up his pace to follow. But he kept a slow pace, seeming content to follow. When Erebus hit the cross-section, the man stood upright, and waited. And waited… and waited… When Erebus was well off in the distance, it finally occurred to the man that whatever grand strategy he had planned was not going to come to fruition.


Gibsons stared back at the odd man before him. He was lurking at one of Fatlington’s seedier bars tonight, hoping to lay low. But an irate poker player has marched over and started accusing him of signaling the man’s opponents. Gibsons merely inched backwards on his seat, trying to get some space. “Look, I don’t know anyone here. I’m just t trying to enjoy my night. Now… if you’d kindly go back to your game, I’m sure you could enjoy yours a bit more too, right?”

“Oh, this is more than just poker, bud. There’s a whole lot more, I think you’ll find.” The man pulled a hidden knife from his coat, and swung his arm in an arc, bringing the knife with full force right at Gibsons’ exposed face. Gibsons winced, recoiling backwards, waiting for the sweet kiss of death.

“Now now… , what’s this? No need to get this poor guy involved, right?” Gibsons opened his eyes, and saw the other three card players behind the enraged man, one holding the man’s arm and twisting it backwards. The one holding the arm nodded to Gibsons. “Now, why don’t you move on, fella?” Not needing to be told twice, Gibsons picked himself up, and bolted from the tavern without a second thought.


Renata was strolling leisurely down her home street. She was pretty close to home, and it had been a quiet night over. She hadn’t heard the usual echo of gunshots or vehicles skidding. She pulled up to her porch, sighing. The quiet seemed almost unbecoming of Fatlington. But she couldn’t quite contain a grin when she heard the click of a shifting gun barrel behind her. She turned slowly, hands raised. “So, that’s how it is? Just coming for me? Is that why it’s been so quiet?”

Two men in trench coats stood a few feet before her. One in the back was flipping a silver coin to apparently pass the time to himself. The other held a pistol to her at point blank range. “Can’t speak for the rest of the mobs, but yeah… we’re coming for you. And it’s time to-“ the man’s words were interrupted when a shot rang out in the night, and the pistol went flying out of the man’s hands. He cursed, a small spatter of blood going flying. The two immediately began to fall back, heads swiveling to find the gunner. In the dark of night, they couldn’t see anything. A second shot rang out, piercing through the gunmen’s fedora and blowing it off his head. He felt the breeze of the bullet blow past his hair. Still baffled, the two panicked, and immediately scampered into the shadows.


Kennigit was just hoping for a relatively stress-free night. His walk home had been quiet. The streets seemed so much quieter than previous. He had to admit to himself, in spite of tempting fate, that it seemed hopeful he could get his wish. He found himself at a crosswalk. He peered left, then right. Back, then forward. He couldn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything. Breathing a sigh of relief, he trotted out from the sidewalk. Not three steps out, a man emerged from the shadows, wearing a smart suit and fedora. Kennigit froze on the spot. How’d he miss him?

“There you are. Sorry, no time for pleasantries, but you need to die. It is time for me to reclaim my honor!” The man leaped at Kennigit, pulling a butcher knife from inside the coat. Kennigit managed to unfreeze himself enough to stumble backwards, away from the first strike. But he tripped over his own heels. The man stood over him, a maniacal grin on his face as he raised the knife, ready for the final blow. But for a moment, his face froze up. Three more figures were approaching from down the street, each dressed in identical pinstriped suits and Baretta handgun. Now wait a minute, he missed them too?

“I think your welcome is outstayed,” the center gunmen drawled. “Think you should be on your way now, before you make a decision you’ll regret. Now, don’t that seem wise?” The knife wielding man growled for a moment, before admitting defeat and scampering away down the other direction. Kennigit sighed. At least it was all over…

Well, at least for the moment. As soon as he picked himself up, he could hear a rumbling down the street. A vehicle could be heard, but not seen, coming from the direction the maniac had departed. The three gunners readied their attention, and raised their firearms in the direction. The rumbling grew louder. Finally, a black car, with the headlights off, came into sight at the last second, and screeched to a halt. Both passenger and driver door opened, a shadowed figure emerging from each. A tommy gun could be seen in their hands. But neither had time to do much, as they found themselves under a barrage of Barettas. Each figure ducked back into the car, which immediately came to life. The headlights came on at last, temporarily blinding the four folks in the street, giving the car the perfect opportunity to escape.


09:07AM, Sunday, 13 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


"So.... yeah. That was it. Honestly." Commissioner Fermanagh sorted back through his notes to double check. "Anyways. For your postmortem results. We found that your lynch choice, Crazed Rabbit, was a made man in one of the mafia families. Not a high ranking person, but still a crucial element of their efforts. Meanwhile, for those who fell in the night. Like the Rabbit, Lewwyn was made mafioso. Unfortunately, both Monk and Yaropolk were fairly innocent townspeople, in spite of their lackadasical approaches to mob hunting."

The Commissioner sorted his notes back into a single pile, then picked up the gavel.

"Alright, folks. We had a pretty successful night. Now, let's try and carry that over to the lynch. Let's keep up the momentum and drive them all out!" With his bit finished, the Commissioner handed things over to Director Askthepizzaguy to kick the day's events off.


OOC

Day Sixteen begins. You are voting to lynch.

Phase ends:

Scan results will be out in a few minutes. Kill/protect results will probably wait until morning, eg about 6 hours or so. 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 [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma (n14), guiri (n14), Psychonaut (n14), Scienter (n14)


Lynched = 13: 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 [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15), The Stranger (d15)

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, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II

[Populus Romanus]

LOLZ.

Not a single murder. Do realize how good that feels? How relieving it is to know that you are safe?

Give peace a chance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkZC7sqImaM

[Montmorency]

Wow. I didn't think town could still organize PT groups.

[Ishmael]

Who said it was the town?

[Populus Romanus]

I do not think even the communists realize the full defensive capablilites of the town. Like the many cells of a terrorist organization, they lie in wait, hiding in the shadows, their numbers and names unknown even to each other, having only one thing in common: the desire to kill.

[Montmorency]

Eye of the Townie?

[classical_hero]

What an uneventful night. I was expecting more action than that.

[Xehh II]

Very disappointing

[Erebus]

Should have picked a better target then me. That's what, six attacks now.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Congratulations.

In case my Stracchi friends are wondering, yes.... I had something to do with that. You see, I can't *really* rely on doctors to protect all of you. Firstly, there aren't enough. Certainly not enough to do so and also cover the Cunio and other allies of mine. Which means you all were in grave danger last night. When the Corleone approached me with a peace offer, I took it; but I required them to commit their entire force to the cause of defense. They wouldn't have a chance to get you. Also, in case you were wondering, I consulted at least one member of the Stracchi for this move; I didn't keep yall in the dark. My objective was a success; you and all the allies are still alive.

Now..... the time has come for the enemies of the mafia to be put to a slow demise.






If you need a suggestion: How about the elusive Erebus and BillMc..... give me a tie. Let's put them both through the arena of death.

And also, it would be GREAT if we got an updated list of "alive" Players, it's getting confusing, o mighty game hosts.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Not a single murder. Do realize how good that feels? How relieving it is to know that you are safe?

Safe? Oh no, my young friend. I am afraid you are gravely mistaken. That was the worst possible outcome for the townies.... not a single mafioso died.

Now you will witness the final destruction of the town, and the end of your insignificant rebellion. :2thumbsup:

[Diana Abnoba]

Vote: Erebus

[LazyMcCrow]

vote: BillMc

[Ironside]

So are those knife kill attempts failed mafia moves or a resurfacing serial killer?

Interested parties (namely me) wants to know. It's helpful for tracking the killer down.

Now a confession for the murders of Visorslash and Frozen in Ice would be even better.

I suppose that's too much to ask for, but you could always ask. :creep:

[Askthepizzaguy]

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





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH2_8phi8Q8&feature=related





No matter what, I got your back
I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that
I swear to God that in the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing

So believe me when I say, you're the one
They'll never forgive us for the things we've done
And we will make it out alive
I'll promise you this love will never die!







The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

"Hello Fatlington, this is DJ Slice.

The song you just heard was "No Matter What" by Papa Roach. It's a reminder to all about the importance of cooperation, and the promises we've made to each other, to watch each others' back. What could have been a bloody and costly war between Made Gangsters should have been averted.

Such a war would have crippled Fatlington. The feud was too evenly matched, and in spite of my best efforts, too many friends would have been lost in the struggle, and in the end we would have been at the mercy of..... *shudder* do-gooders.

Not to worry. We will still have our honorable battle, a contest between champions. But in the end, there will still be mob rule in this city. I guarantee it."

[LazyMcCrow]

Mmmmmm -mmmm!
That was some a cheesy meat ball!

[Krill]

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[Neri]

Vote: Erebus. You are as mortal as the rest of us.

[White_eyes:D]

Vote:BillMc

I wonder how the death match will look, I am looking very forward to it.:clown:

[Askthepizzaguy]

Gotta give Erebus credit for being the person most resistant to death without outside assistance. :laugh4:

If he survives the lynch I'm going to hang it up. :beam:

[classical_hero]

vote:Erebus Will you finally die?

[BSmith]

vote: Erebus

[SisterCoyote]

vote: Erebus

[sturmhauke]

Gotta give Erebus credit for being the person most resistant to death without outside assistance. :laugh4:

If he survives the lynch I'm going to hang it up. :beam:

Yeah right, how many times have you said you're going to retire now?

[Believer]

Vote: Abstain

[gibsonsg91921]

lol, might as well bandwagon Vote: Erebus

[DaveShack]

Vote: Erebus

[TheLastDays]

vote: Secura ? :shrug:

[Sprig]

vote: billMc

[Winston Hughes]

vote: BillMc

Much better choice than Erebus.

[Renata]

Why, because he got sort of lucky at your expense? I can't remember anymore.

vote:abstain

[Jarema]

vote: Erebus

[GamezRule]

vote: abstain

[Erebus]

It's okay Mafia. Take out your feeling of impotence on me.

I mean it's not like you'll ever successful kill me at night. So feel free to take out your frustrations. I know I would too if I failed to kill one simple guy this many times without protection.

I'm not a doctor, I'm not a detective, I'm just a simple townie, and you can't even kill me the mafia way. Gonna have to put an asterisk next to this mafia win.

*Couldn't even kill Erebus when we tried.

Here I'll help you get past this shame.

Vote: Erebus

[Xehh II]

Vote: BillMc

[Montmorency]

Erebus should get a Capo: Best Townie Award

[B-Wing]

vote: BillMc

[Kennigit]

vote: BillMC

[Sigurd]

vote: Sturm... eh.. BillMC

[Askthepizzaguy]

vote: Sturm... eh.. BillMC

You could always light the corpse on fire or something.

Oh wait, eaten. Not much of a corpse left.

[Chaotix]

Vote: BillMc

Double lynch?

[Erebus]

Vote: BillMc

Double lynch?

Yup, it's the only way you guys can actually kill anybody it seems.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Yup, it's the only way you guys can actually kill anybody it seems.

This guy is awesome. I'm almost prepared to say just lynch BillMc and keep him around as an insult comic..... Almost. :laugh4:

[Ironside]

Vote: Abstain

[TheLastDays]

Tally? Do we have the necessary tie?

[gnarlycharlie]

Vote: Abstain

[Neri]

Do double-check this, but here's what I got:

Erebus: 10 (Diana Abnoba, Krill, Neri, hero di classico, BSmith, SisterCoyote, gibsonsg91921, DaveShack, Jarema, Erebus)
BillMc: 9 (LazyMcCrow, White_eyes:D, Sprig, Winston Hughes, Xehn II, B_Ray, Kennigit, Sigurd, Chaotix)
Secura: 1 (Oh! TheLastDays!)
Abstain: 5 (Believer, Renata, GamezRule, Ironside, gnarlycharlie)

[Double A]

vote: BillMc

[Populus Romanus]

Hahaha. You actually think you will get a double lynch here? You do realize that with one or the other of our lynchees will unvote with ~30 seconds to go?

[Double A]

Double A uses Turn Undead

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hahaha. You actually think you will get a double lynch here? You do realize that with one or the other of our lynchees will unvote with ~30 seconds to go?

You'd think so. So why didn't that happen yesterday?

[DaveShack]

So we don't have to go hunting for it, phase ends 3PM Eastern. -- Edit: actually the timer specifies EDT but daylight savings ended, right? So now do we go by the countdown anyway?

[Death is yonder]

Vote: BillMc

Unfortunate.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Go by the countdown. IMO the timer shouldn't change due to daylight savings; the game hosts should honor the full amount of time granted.

If I were hosting, the official timer would be the official time unless the round was extended, it wouldn't be cut short. I believe these guys are equally fair.

[BSmith]

The timer is at 3PM EDT, but in reality it is 2PM EST. So for all intents and purposes, it is at 2PM today Eastern US time. I'd just follow the timer and ignore the EDT/EST distinction.

[Erebus]

10 Dollars says Mafia fails to lynch me because they can't figure out how to tell time.

[Death is yonder]

Oh now its on! They're running out of silver dollars see, so desperation kicks in :smug2:

[Askthepizzaguy]

:laugh4:

Tell you what, Erebus. If there's a tie, there's a nonzero chance you survive the lynch. I'll flip a coin or something.

[Beskar]

Vote: Erebus

[fyremarble]

Vote:Erebus

[Death is yonder]

Unvote: BillMc
Vote: Erebus

[sturmhauke]

So we don't have to go hunting for it, phase ends 3PM Eastern. -- Edit: actually the timer specifies EDT but daylight savings ended, right? So now do we go by the countdown anyway?



Go by the countdown. IMO the timer shouldn't change due to daylight savings; the game hosts should honor the full amount of time granted.

If I were hosting, the official timer would be the official time unless the round was extended, it wouldn't be cut short. I believe these guys are equally fair.


The timer is at 3PM EDT, but in reality it is 2PM EST. So for all intents and purposes, it is at 2PM today Eastern US time. I'd just follow the timer and ignore the EDT/EST distinction.

The timer was started yesterday, when standard time was already in effect. So the error is the same at the start as and the end.

vote: everyone for trying to game the clock.

[Krill]

The timer was started yesterday, when standard time was already in effect. So the error is the same at the start as and the end.

vote: everyone for trying to game the clock.

DiY is going to end up fave down in a ditch soon, that's for sure.

[Erebus]

DiY is going to end up fave down in a ditch soon, that's for sure.

No wonder your peeps can't send in correct kill orders ATPG. They can't even read.

Why quote sturmhauke when you're threatening DiY?

[Krill]

No wonder your peeps can't send in correct kill orders ATPG. They can't even read.

Why quote sturmhauke when you're threatening DiY?

At least I'll be able to breathe in 90 minutes time.

[BSmith]

The timer was started yesterday, when standard time was already in effect. So the error is the same at the start as and the end.

vote: everyone for trying to game the clock.

Telling everyone to follow the official timer is gaming the clock?

[Erebus]

At least I'll be able to breathe in 90 minutes time.

If I live (like I have every other time, you and your fail cronies have tried.) Will you die? Or do you just enjoy being wrong?

:)


Telling everyone to follow the official timer is gaming the clock?

Yes it is. Why look for any time other then the game timer? No one ever stated an exact time that orders or votes are due. Reasonable thought says that a majority of players will follow the timer.

Anything beyond is one of two possibilities:
A) Gaming the clock to create confusion about last minute vote shifting. :daisy:ty play at the best.

or

B) Being too much of a dork for your own good. :book2: Nerd Alert

Choose your own poison.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm going to enjoy watching you die, Mister Anderson.

[DaveShack]

Well, excuse me for noticing what the timer said when I quoted it. :rolleyes:

I work on a technology where timing to the nanosecond is just barely enough to ensure accuracy. I just happen to notice clocks. And point out time zone inconsistencies. :cool:

[Erebus]

Well, excuse me for noticing what the timer said when I quoted it. :rolleyes:

I work on a technology where timing to the nanosecond is just barely enough to ensure accuracy. I just happen to notice clocks. And point out time zone inconsistencies. :cool:

So you're option B.

Time Dork. Starring: Dave-Shack Van Damme

But on a more serious note, pointing out things like that just increases confusion. With people living in probably a dozen time zone, with a number which don't observe daylight savings time and the number of people who couldn't even tell you the difference between EDT and EST. It's best just to let the giant red number being the indication of when the time is up.

[edse]

Does anyone else get that Neri's tally up at the top of this page is wrong?

[Krill]

No, it seems right to me.

[fyremarble]

Unvote
Vote Abstain

[edse]

No, it seems right to me. Sorry, it's right I read Sigurds vote wrong.

[Erebus]

Times Up.

I win. I did what I promised.

[Diana Abnoba]

I believe it now is;

Erebus: 12
BillMc: 10

So Unvote: Erebus Vote: BillMc for the tie.

[Erebus]

Unvote
Vote: BillMc

[Erebus]

As of my post the timer had said time was up.

As of this post, the time indicates time is up

[GeneralHankerchief]

Voting closed.

Heading out for class in a little bit, expect the lynch in about an hour or so.

[Diana Abnoba]

Unvote: Bill Mc Vote: Erebus

[Erebus]

Unvote: Bill Mc Vote: Erebus

AND THE WINNER IS................................................

EREBUS!!!!!

[Askthepizzaguy]

AND THE WINNER IS................................................

EREBUS!!!!!

:bow: Congratulations, that's hilarious.

You'll still die, but I gotta admit, it's been great watching this play out.

Too bad you townies didn't have this kind of spunk back when it, you know, mattered. :laugh4:

[Erebus]

:bow: Congratulations, that's hilarious.

You'll still die, but I gotta admit, it's been great watching this play out.

Too bad you townies didn't have this kind of spunk back when it, you know, mattered. :laugh4:

Well obviously not going to die tonight, but I expect a nice Erebus bandwagon tomorrow.

But then again, you've promised me the sweet release of death so many times, but you've failed to get it u... erm perform so many time before.

How do I know this isn't more false promises? Freakin tease.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Not to worry honey. If what it takes for you to be satisfied is a whole gang of men focused solely on putting you to bed for the last time, then that's what my baby will receive. :kiss:

It's not like there's much tread left on those tires anyway.

[Erebus]

For the tread to be worn off, the tire has to hit the road. Since apparently none of your little Mafioso appear to even have the ability to handle my power steering, it just ain't happening.

But if you're gonna make a promise, see if one of the doctors in your pocket can hand some Cialis prescriptions before you guys come a visit.

I'll be waiting with bells on. :kiss:

[Krill]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?

[edse]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?

You have been doing some really weird stuff lately.

[Erebus]

At least I'll be able to breathe in 90 minutes time.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmSWWN1O3iU

[Erebus]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?
Sorry, that type of heavy lifting requires some real men.

[Renata]

You telling me I'm not a real man?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Apparently, this notice bears repeating:

DO NOT EDIT POSTS WITH VOTES IN THEM, especially not when the edits are made well after the original post is made. It accomplishes nothing but making more work for the hosts. Failure to comply with this will result in removal from play.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Put a little love into this one for you, BillMc. Enjoy.

[Erebus]

You telling me I'm not a real man?

Is that a 48 in your pocket or are you happy to see me?

I guess in our case those don't have to be mutually exclusive questions.

[GeneralHankerchief]

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

"I love my darkness. I love to lie here all alone.
I love my darkness, the only place I feel at home.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on much longer.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on.
This life, this life I’m leading, where does it go, where does it go?
This heart, this heart is beating, how long before, how long before?
These eyes, these eyes I’m seeking, what do they see, what do they see?"
...Black Knight I - I Live In Silence
...Fireaxe


8:56PM, Sunday, 12 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey



The meeting today seemed more hopeful than previous ones. Not only had no one died the night prior, but many committee members actually seemed interested in voting. Some, even interested in trying to save their comrades. The Director smiled, obviously enjoying watching the events unfold.

"BillMc, come forward." said Askthepizzaguy.

BillMc was still recovering from his wounds, but was wheeled up to the stage they constructed yesterday. BillMc was no longer sobbing, but had a vacant expression on his face, as if resigned to his fate. The Director picked up a microphone and began speaking.

"You're our next contestant on The Life is Right. You'll be competing not for fabulous prizes, money, or tropical vacations, but the right to avoid a violent ending to your very life! You have ten minutes to make your way through the obstacle course, wielding the weapon of your choice, or you will be killed by a much more painful and sadistic execution method: You'll be hog-tied and buried alive in a trunk filled with 10 pounds of pure, live, grade-A fire ants! So you obviously have a motivation to give our little game a chance. BillMc, which weapon do you choose?"

BillMc: "I choose.... a big slab of roast beef!"

Askthepizzaguy: "Oh.....kay. One slab of roast beef. On your mark, get set, GO!!!"

BillMc hobbled toward the first obstacle, which was a caged room filled with starving, bloodthirsty monkeys. These beasts were much stronger than the average healthy person, and BillMc took no more than two steps inside the cage before it was locked behind him. The monkeys screeched and lunged for the helpless man, who wisely tossed the slab of roast beef in the corner of the cage. The monkeys were confused, and looked at BillMc, then the meat, then BillMc again. Finally they went for the easier meal, and began fighting over the roast beef. BillMc managed to grab the key in the opposite corner and open the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Nice."

When he got to the next cage, he saw that the floor was covered with lethal-looking pneumatic spikes. One false step and he'd be impaled. Thinking quickly, he climbed up the side and clung to the roof of the cage, and began crawling very carefully upside-down across the room that way. The spikes activated, and came within inches of killing him, but they didn't reach high enough. BillMc dropped down to the other side and opened the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Very nice. Quite impressive."

The next obstacle was the electrified floor. BillMc looked down at the tiles, and had no idea what the proper sequence was. But then he remembered that he still had a cast on his foot.... and so he stepped his other foot atop the cast and began hopping across it unharmed. He turned and smirked at the Director as snagged the key from the far wall and hopped to the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Okay... this is just getting embarassing..."

Next up was the pit of live scorpions. Surely these would pose some sort of challenge. BillMc looked around and was a bit creeped out, but bravely continued hopping forward. The scorpions were either crushed under the cast, or their stingers wouldn't penetrate the cast. It was all just.... so.... anticlimactic.

Askthepizzaguy: "He can't keep doing that! We should have made him take that thing off. Shoot him, or something!"

The Director's goons began to open fire at BillMc as he crossed a rope bridge to the next platform. The planks weren't made out of wood, but solid steel plating. The rope was reinforced. Very high quality construction, spared no expense. Sadly for the Director, none of the bullets penetrated the steel plated planks, and BillMc made it to the rope ladder unharmed. Several people started staring at the Director, with a look of irritation in their eyes.

Askthepizzaguy: "Well look, if you're going to construct an arena of death, you must always use the finest materials. If this stuff were wood and nails he could probably break out of it. Patience, committee members, patience; he will die."

BillMc was trained to be an officer for the Fatlington police force. Climbing rope was one of the easiest obstacles he'd ever faced. He scurried up the ladder, using just his upper body strength, letting his wounded leg dangle in the wind. The ladder was rigged to light on fire, and it burned pretty quickly, but BillMc was all the way up the building before it was even halfway done burning.

Askthepizzaguy: "I knew he could do that. Seriously. This is all to maintain the suspense. Yeah, that's it.... that's what it is."

BillMc reached the aviary, where tens of thousands of pigeons sat, staring at the man with the wounded foot.

Dead ahead, was a vat of honey, stretched from one side of the building to the other, 4 feet deep and 8 feet wide, and absolutely no way around. BillMc walked as slowly and quietly as he could toward the vat and climbed inside. The birds didn't seem to react. He waded to the far end and climbed out, covered in the stuff. He landed on bad foot, which caused sharp pain and he gasped aloud. Several of the pigeons took flight, but for the most part, they remained perched all along the inside of the structure. BillMc made it as far as the birdseed, which had been covered by a tarp, connected to a chain. The chain lifted, revealing the seed, and BillMc climbed inside. The seeds were smooth and slippery and he lost his footing, covering himself in the seeds as he landed. Still, the pigeons didn't react. The crowd looked on in disappointment as BillMc made it halfway to the water slide without so much as a single pigeon anywhere near him.

Askthepizzaguy: "Ok, that's far enough. Do it."


One of the Director's associates pulled a rope, which hung close to the front of the arena. The rope was attached to loudspeaker system built into the aviary. The sound which blared clear across town was the sound that the pigeons had been trained painstakingly for weeks to understand as "feeding time". BillMc stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the swarm of pigeons blot out the sun, and fill the aviary with feathery chaos.

They were on him in seconds, and he could barely stand, let alone walk. He was an easy target, a living man-sized bird feeder. The screams were muffled, but only got louder and more urgent, more panicked, and more painful. Their tiny little beaks were tearing off bits of his skin as they gobbled up the seeds, and their tiny talons were scratching them all over. The birds were very hungry, it seemed, and were fighting with one another to get every bit of delicious seed from off his body. The rooftop quickly ran red with blood, as the entirety of his skin was ripped from his body one tiny piece at a time. BillMc tried dropping to the roof and rolling to get them off of him, but there were too many. He kept crawling, even as his flesh was stripped down in places all the way to the bone. He passed out from the pain just inches from the water slide, and the screaming stopped.


"Oooh..... so close" said the Director. "Hey Erebus, perhaps you'll have better luck tomorrow. I will be going back to the drawing board on some of those obstacles, so don't think you'll have it so easy next time!"

The Director took one last look at the aviary, then looked at the man who had so many daring escapes. Would tomorrow be yet another? Or would it all come down to a catastrophic finale?

"Meeting adjourned!" said the Director, happily.

Everybody filed out in an orderly fashion, leaving only the rotting corpse of Silver Jan behind. Apparently Silver Jan had passed away from natural causes during the day, but nobody noticed since they never knew she was there in the first place.


OOC

Night Sixteen orders are due:

You will notice the timer is in EST this time. :wink:

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

Lynch vote tally:

BillMC: 12 (lazy, WE, Sprig, Winston, Xehh, B_Ray, kennigit, Sigurd, Chaotix, AA, Diana, Erebus) :skull:

Erebus: 10 (Krill, Neri, hero, BSmith, SisterC, gibson, DaveShack, Jarema, Beskar, DIY)

Secura: 1 (TLD)

Abstained: 6 (Believer, Renata, Gamez, Ironside, fyremarble, gnarly)


Silver Jan has been removed from play due to inactivity.

[Xehh II]

Wow, I'm sure you guys knew that Erebus would do some kind of vote switch to save himself and you just let it happen? What's up with you guys? I thought you were all smarter than that.

[Renata]

And that's what you get for first-nighting Babyface Corleone, Mr Detective. :bow:







(That would sound a lot more convincing if I'd killed him 13 nights ago, wouldn't it?)

[Erebus]

10 Dollars says Mafia fails to lynch me because they can't figure out how to tell time.

::looks at Diana's last vote, looks at this, looks at Diana's, looks back at this::

So 10 dollars, by 40-some mafia, is about 400 dollars in 1950.

So that's equivalent of about 4000 dollars today (3756 based on the figures I found). What's a good retainer fee for a lawyer? I imagine lawyer fees were lower (compared after inflation) in 1950 anyways.

[sturmhauke]

Wow, I'm sure you guys knew that Erebus would do some kind of vote switch to save himself and you just let it happen? What's up with you guys? I thought you were all smarter than that.

Mafia members aren't known for being intelligent, just violent. But hey I'm dead, what do I know.

[Erebus]

The best part is that I warned them they couldn't kill me.

[Xehh II]

Hmm, it appears that dianas vote has the exact same timestamp thing as erebus' vote change even if it's after the voting closed post(which also has exactly the same time as well) shouldn't it still have counted?

[Erebus]

Can't be exactly the same can it? As it was a response to my vote?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Hmm, it appears that dianas vote has the exact same timestamp thing as erebus' vote change even if it's after the voting closed post(which also has exactly the same time as well) shouldn't it still have counted?

Not to me it doesn't. Erebus changed his vote at 13:59 local time. I closed voting at 14:00, and then Diana made her vote change at the next post (also at 14:00).

[DaveShack]

So there is a valid reason to vote for yourself. I'll have to remember that one, could come in handy some day. :bow:

[gnarlycharlie]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

[GeneralHankerchief]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

Good thoughts and wishes going out her and her family's way. :bow:

[Death is yonder]

DiY is going to end up fave down in a ditch soon, that's for sure.

Well you can try my dear boy, while you huff and puff with your red sweaty face trying to get into my house, I'll be happily and calmly sipping a chilled lime cocktail while reclining on the sofa, legs propped on the arm rest :cool: Uh who's supposed to be the victim again? :laugh4:


Good thoughts and wishes going out her and her family's way :bow:

Seconded :bow:

[Erebus]

Well you can try my dear boy, while you huff and puff with your red sweaty face trying to get into my house, I'll be happily and calmly sipping a chilled lime cocktail while reclining on the sofa, legs propped on the arm rest :cool: Uh who's supposed to be the victim again? :laugh4:

Apparently he wants to kill you, Sturm and me at the same time. He should start with killing Sturm's corpse a few time before moving to the big leagues. Maybe when he's ready for the big boy league he can try and take on the immortal Erebus.

[Death is yonder]

Oh now you've done it, he's going to attack you now and to :daisy: with all the protections :laugh4:

[Populus Romanus]

Hey mafia, lets try that double lynch thing again next day phase, after look how great it went this time!

[Montmorency]

I love the thrashing Mafia has been getting lately, but this is just getting too


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl0LZsyi_tA&feature=related

for my tastes.

[Montmorency]

Also,

[Populus Romanus]

Also,What a cliffhanger!

[Montmorency]

I must be dreaming.

[sturmhauke]

Apparently he wants to kill you, Sturm and me at the same time. He should start with killing Sturm's corpse a few time before moving to the big leagues. Maybe when he's ready for the big boy league he can try and take on the immortal Erebus.

Shh, maybe they'll forget I'm dead and try to kill me again.

[Renata]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

Thanks gnarly. :bow:

[TheLastDays]

Get well soon, SilverJan's husband :bow:

[classical_hero]

Well it looks like with modern surgery that if they can remove all the cancer cells, he should do fine, so don't lose too much hope, but of course such surgery is always dangerous. So best wishes for you and your husband.

[Diana Abnoba]

Good thoughts and best wishes for you and your husband Silver Jan. :bow:

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

Please allow time for processing.

[GeneralHankerchief]

"The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the New Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawman runs down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the Barefoot Girl
And the kids 'round here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silent in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland"
...Jungleland
...Bruce Springsteen (the greatest)


Night Sixteen -- The Streets of Fatlington


The church bells were ringing in Fatlington. It was Sunday, the day of rest, but for the creatures of the night the killing went on, at once as monotonous and terrible as always.

shlin28 stopped what he was doing to look up at the cloudy sky, perhaps to ponder what it all meant. All in all he took his eyes off what was in front of him for maybe two seconds. That was enough. When he flicked back, he saw two men standing directly in front of him, guns out.

"Seward's Folly?" he asked. They nodded. "Right then," he continued, struggling for words. "Make it quick, I guess? At the very least, make it clean." Again, they nodded. This was not an unreasonable request. Without another word, they cocked their guns and pulled the trigger - but nothing happened.

Double misfire.

shlin, not believing his luck, couldn't help but laugh. "You boys may be Seward's Folly, but I think your guns might be a bit farther west. Can't trust anything made by the Soviets these days, boys." He ran off before they could do anything else.


The church was mostly deserted, not a big surprise considering the time of night and the current circumstances in Fatlington. When Sprig walked in, he had the place to himself. Only the moonlight coming in through the stained-glass windows and the incense burning kept the interior illuminated.

However, he then caught a glimpse of something shiny, somewhere over near the confessionals. He noticed that the priest's door was slightly ajar, almost as if a priest was inside. Maybe it was a sign.

He walked over, fully intent on entering and confessing his sins for the first time in years... and then he looked down. That shiny object was a 1951 half-dollar.

Two figures burst out of both confessional doors - priest and confessor - and gunned Sprig down on the floor of Our Lady of Serenity. "Squeal like a pig, Sprig," He did so with his dying breaths, at least still providing amusement to some left in this murderous town.


B_Ray was under attack. He had been running for three blocks, hoping to turn the corner out of sight and then use the church bells as cover to mask his footsteps. He was lucky he had even gotten this far, as he had caught a glimpse of a picture that outlined Alaska and had the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled on the inside. He looked up and there were two figures, advancing. At that point he had taken off.

His strategy, though, wasn't working. Despite the bells clanging, he could never put enough distance between him and his pursuers to disappear. Worse yet, he was losing ground.

A shot to his leg ended the chase, as B_Ray yelped in pain and fell to the ground, going motionless, waiting for the coup-de-grace. But it never came, his pursuers apparently figuring that he was dead already. B_Ray waited five tense minutes, and then started crawling to the only location open to him: Mercy Hospital.


"Hello, Sigurd."

There were two of them there. Sigurd looked around. No exit to the front or sides. This was bad.

"We don't like you constantly fingering people who might be Don Cunnio, Sigurd. We feel like one of these days you might actually get a name right. That would be bad, Sigurd."

So. The Cunnios. He should have figured. It was only a matter of time, he guessed, after harping about it so much at the Committee meanings. He tried to speak up in his defense, to buy time to... something.

"You've got it all wron-"

He was cut off. "Talking's done, Sigurd. You've said enough these past sixteen days." And without further ado, they opened up on him, riddling his body with bullets but leaving his feet intact. After all, there was still knifework to be done in that area. There was a toe to be amputated. And so the man in the crimson suit began his task, aided by his partner.


In another church, Our Lady of Serenity (this one with the bells ringing), in a different part of town:

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow'd by Thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." gnarlycharlie finished his prayer, dispensing with the final invocation as was custom with Catholics when praying on their own. However, he remained kneeling, deep in thought.

"A pretty prayer, gnarly." gnarlycharlie didn't have to look up to realize who was talking to him. If this was to be the end, well, he could think of worse places in which to die.

"Your business is difficult on the soul, gentlemen," gnarly replied evenly. "Perhaps joining me will do you some good in the long run."

"We knew what we were getting into when we chose this life," a second voice replied. "Do not think you can talk yourself out of your fate by playing the morality card. Precious few in this town can still play it. We've made our peace."

"And are you satisfied with the life you have chosen?"

"Give it a rest, gnarlycharlie," said the first. "You are no better than any of us. Praying in a deserted church does not make oneself a priest."

"No, it doesn't," he agreed. "But it does allow myself time to study the building's layout!" he yelled, his amplified voice the exact resonant frequency of the building. It was enough to dislodge a chandelier that fell right between gnarlycharlie and his attackers, surely a million-to-one chance but he wasn't complaining about the luck. Instead, he used the diversion to run... and climb. gnarlycharlie was heading for the belltower of Our Lady of Serenity.


The Fatlington graveyard was experiencing a massive amount of traffic over the past year, due to certain circumstances. It was where Death is yonder was found, paying tribute to his fallen comrades and contemplating the meaning of it all. He was alone save for the silhouette of a gravedigger off in the distance, doing his work. He kept his distance from that gravedigger, occasionally marking his position while doing his pondering. You could never afford to be too cautious.

Three freshly-dug graves caught his eye. Usually the new graves due to the mafia deaths were in their own section, but these were off to the side, part of the main body of the cemetery. He walked over there, struggling to read the epitaphs in the moonlight. After some struggle, he was able to make out what they said. Strangely, it was the same thing on all three:

HERE LIES DEATH IS YONDER
MURDERED ON ORDERS OF DON STRACCI
12 NOVEMBER 1951

Then he saw the three Franklin silver 1951 half-dollars. He turned to run, but immediately tripped. A hand with a strong grip had reached out of the ground and taken him by the ankle. This hand used DiY's counterweight to pull the rest of its body out of the grave. He saw DiY paralyzed with fear and shock, and determined it was all right to leave him on the ground for a while while he pulled his other buddies out of the ground.

"Well, that worked," one of them said, as they all drew their guns and prepared to shoot DiY in the head at the same time. But then the middle one went down in a heap. The other two turned - it was the gravedigger! He had been watching the entire thing after all and now stood over the mafioso he had taken down, shovel in hand. He now drew out a gun and pointed it at the other two.

"Two options here, gents. Respect the dead and leave the cemetery, or I put you in those graves for real this time."

They chose the former option.


gnarlycharlie had climbed up the bell tower of Our Lady of Serenity, but now realized this was a bad idea. For one, his ears were nearly bleeding due to the sound. For another, he was now trapped. The chandelier had briefly slowed his attackers. It would not stop them, and he knew it.

He couldn't hear much of anything due to the tolling bell, but he knew that there were most likely sets of footsteps below once the attackers had determined that he didn't flee the church via any of the doors. At least he had the high ground. He would make a fight of it, he decided.

And so he did, wrestling with the two attackers as they came up the stairs, trying to throw them off the tower or drive them right into the bell. His desperation and position only barely held off their numbers, and the fight was evenly-matched. Finally, gnarly held the upper hand, managing to get one of his attacker in a headlock. He quickly adjusted his position and took out a knife and held it out to the attacker's throat.

"Gun off the roof now, or he dies!" gnarly yelled, trying to make himself heard over the bell. "This can still end in stalemate!" The attacker with the knife to his neck, for his part, looked impassive. He would be of no help either way in deciding this.

The Mexican standoff continued for a very long and tense minute, when all of a sudden the door to the bell tower flew open and two more attackers emerged, one of them carrying a harpoon gun.

The attacker from the first set who wasn't in danger of being knifed was the fasted to react. "Drop, NOW!!!" he roared, and his partner went to his knees a split second before the person with the harpoon gun fired it right into gnarlycharlie's chest. He completely left go of the knife and the attacker, staggering back a few steps, already bleeding from the mouth. He had a look of complete shock on his face, which is the last thing anybody ever saw of him because of that moment he tumbled off the bell tower, getting thrown around the roof for a bit before finally crashing on the ground below, dead from both the harpoon wound and the fall.

The four attackers went back downstairs, where they could both talk properly.

"Well done, Seward's Folly," said one pair, smiling.

"Well done, Coinmen," said the other. They all tipped their hats and left Our Lady of Serenity, their task complete, to go their separate ways.


They were after his toe.

That's all Believer knew about his attackers, and that was enough. There were two of them, and both of them had knives out. It was almost kind of an insult, really. What, they didn't think enough of him to shoot him before amputating his toe? Was he not worth the bullets? Was he not dangerous enough to warrant use of quick and effective gunfire?

Of course, he knew the reason. He was trapped in a bar, which was a very enclosed space. He really had nowhere to go for this. Knives worked so much better in tight areas.

There were merits to being in a bar though - there were other people. Two of them, upon seeing the attackers advance on Believer, got up and turned on the attackers. Now they used guns, Believer saw. Very large and imposing ones, and quickly the two would-be defenders went back to their seats at the bar, muttering something about people not showing up. It was the thought that counted, right?

Right?

There wasn't that much time left. He was officially out of space, and they were still advancing on him. He was hoping, praying, begging for another savior, this time an effective one... and he got it. Two guns cocked simultaneously, and his attackers looked back to see a lone man holding two pistols akimbo-style at both of their heads. They were completely beaten to the draw.

Dropping their knives, they muttered apologies and scurried out of the bar.


B_Ray was almost there... almost to Mercy. His leg had hurt more and more on the miserable walk over. He figured it was probably infected. None of that mattered, though, he would get treatment from it. Treatment and safety. He was right at Mercy's doorstep. Literally.

Two armed figured blocked the way. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," he muttered. "Since when does Mercy have bouncers?"

"Orders of hospital security," one of them said. "A lot of unsavory figures have been getting treatment here recently. It's been putting the hospital way over budget and we need to prioritize treatment. So we've installed a password. If you know it, you're admitted. If you're not, you need to use the hospital in the next town over. Password?"

"Come on, guys! I'm a loyal townie! I've been working to help protect people at night, please let me in!!!"

The two figures only opened fire on B_Ray in reply, finishing up the job their comrades had started earlier in the night.

"I'm sorry," he said, "That's why we needed to get rid of you. And for the record, the password was 'Seward's Folly'."


9:01 AM, Monday, 13th November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"Right then," Fermanagh said, finishing up the day's briefings, "And now to the postmortem reports." He muttered something about 'khaan getting to do the reports on the days when there were fewer deaths, but nobody quite understood what he was saying.

"It seems as if more mafiosi were hit than townies a couple of nights back, but maybe that's because there aren't many townies left. In any case, Cahoma was a Luca and Scienter was a Made. On the other side of justice, guiri was a good townie and Psychonaut was one of my best men in the Fatlington PD. So congratulations on that hit, I guess." Fermanagh looked like he wanted to get off the podium as quickly as possible and go back to his whiskey, so he obliged Director Askthepizzaguy to begin proceedings as usual.


OOC

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

Phase ends:

I'm operating on an extremely tight schedule right now, so you will either get feedback PMs now or sometime after the next 13 hours. Probably the latter, but we'll see.

Remember, night actions alone will not be enough to save you from the WOG.


Attacked = 61: 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, n15), 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, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15), Believer (n16), Death is Yonder (n16), shlin28 (n16)

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 = 62: 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 [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma [Luca] (n14), guiri [townie] (n14), Psychonaut [detective] (n14), Scienter [Made] (n14), B_Ray (n16), gnarlycharlie (n16), Sigurd (n16), Sprig (n16)


Lynched = 16: 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 [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15), The Stranger (d15), BillMC (d16)

Wogged = 5: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4), Silver Jan (d16)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BSmith, Chaotix, Clitsome, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, kennigit, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, SisterCoyote, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II

[Erebus]

Select: Erebus

C'mon, you know you want to.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Select: Askthepizzaguy

You'll probably want a Director who is still breathing.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Going offline now (so no feedback until tomorrow), but I'd like to point out that in just a few short posts, Capo IV will break the all-time record for largest single thread in the Gameroom. Be proud, guys. :bow:

[Ishmael]

Just curious, what was the previous record holder?

[Sigurd]

Hmmm... so you did a hit against me Cunio? Well... you got it too. Did you lose your Don tonight and maybe a made as well?
From the list of alive players I would suggest lynching Autolycus, Neri and Krill... in that order. :sneaky:

Now face utter annihilation Cunio!!!

[Askthepizzaguy]

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





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbyUST2gOn8





Decisions made from desperation
No way to go
Internal instincts craving isolation
For me to grow

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing I...I just needed to realign

Fell in a river of illusion
And apathy
Drowning in a self-induced confusion
I'd rather be
Yeah!

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing I...I just needed to realign







The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

"Hello Fatlington, this is DJ Slice.

The song you just heard was "Realign by Godsmack. It would seem that a great and noble leader has died a great and noble death. This was a great personal loss for me, as the man was a family friend. He will be honored, and missed.

As for the other one, I have little to say. His skills were never in question, but his loyalties left much to be desired. Unfortunately that sort of thing is the kiss of death in this town.

I consider their deaths a tragedy. Much has been lost today; far too much. A moment of silence please."

[Ironside]

Just curious, what was the previous record holder?

Capo II. ATPG did beat me to the record post though. :balloon2: Capo III is on third place.

You can view it by selecting the forum to sort after most replies in the bottom of the page.

[TheLastDays]

Select: Oh! TheLastDays!

[Populus Romanus]

The Fatlington graveyard was experiencing a massive amount of traffic over the past year, due to certain circumstances. It was where Death is yonder was found, paying tribute to his fallen comrades and contemplating the meaning of it all. He was alone save for the silhouette of a gravedigger off in the distance, doing his work. He kept his distance from that gravedigger, occasionally marking his position while doing his pondering. You could never afford to be too cautious.

Three freshly-dug graves caught his eye. Usually the new graves due to the mafia deaths were in their own section, but these were off to the side, part of the main body of the cemetery. He walked over there, struggling to read the epitaphs in the moonlight. After some struggle, he was able to make out what they said. Strangely, it was the same thing on all three:

HERE LIES DEATH IS YONDER
MURDERED ON ORDERS OF DON STRACCI
12 NOVEMBER 1951

Then he saw the three Franklin silver 1951 half-dollars. He turned to run, but immediately tripped. A hand with a strong grip had reached out of the ground and taken him by the ankle. This hand used DiY's counterweight to pull the rest of its body out of the grave. He saw DiY paralyzed with fear and shock, and determined it was all right to leave him on the ground for a while while he pulled his other buddies out of the ground.

"Well, that worked," one of them said, as they all drew their guns and prepared to shoot DiY in the head at the same time. But then the middle one went down in a heap. The other two turned - it was the gravedigger! He had been watching the entire thing after all and now stood over the mafioso he had taken down, shovel in hand. He now drew out a gun and pointed it at the other two.

"Two options here, gents. Respect the dead and leave the cemetery, or I put you in those graves for real this time."

They chose the former option.SURGEON KILL FTW

[gnarlycharlie]

can't say i'm surprised. at least i can get some sleep now. i'm not sure when i'll join you again. your games take too much time. :laugh4:

thanks all for everything. :bow:

[LazyMcCrow]

Select: Askthepizzaguy


vote: Erebus

:bow:

[Erebus]

Vote: ATPG

Really surprised I didn't get attacked last night, pretty glad we decided not to protect me now.

[TheLastDays]

You should all select me. It makes me happy :yes:

[Niklas]

SURGEON KILL FTW
Hmm, what really happened at the graveyard? It certainly looks as if one of the attackers was killed by a Surgeon, but there was no death registered. Can we have a clarification?

Also:

select: Askthepizzaguy
vote: Seon

Let's take down a scheming surgeon.

[Askthepizzaguy]

:wink: @ Erebus

Nothing can protect you now.

[Jarema]

select: ATPG
vote: Erebus

[Jarema]

Sorry, it of course should be:
Select: ATPG
Vote: Erebus

[TheLastDays]

:idea3: vote: Secura! :idea3:

[Backwards Logic]

Select: ATPG.
Vote: Seon.

[Renata]

select: atpg
vote: seon

[Neri]

Select: Askthepizzaguy. You can have Directorship as long as your write-ups meet our expectations.
Vote: Seon. Interference isn't taken kindly.

[BSmith]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Seon

[sturmhauke]

"Hello, Sigurd."

There were two of them there. Sigurd looked around. No exit to the front or sides. This was bad.

"We don't like you constantly fingering people who might be Don Cunnio, Sigurd. We feel like one of these days you might actually get a name right. That would be bad, Sigurd."

So. The Cunnios. He should have figured. It was only a matter of time, he guessed, after harping about it so much at the Committee meanings. He tried to speak up in his defense, to buy time to... something.

"You've got it all wron-"

He was cut off. "Talking's done, Sigurd. You've said enough these past sixteen days." [I]And without further ado, they opened up on him, riddling his body with bullets but leaving his feet intact. After all, there was still knifework to be done in that area. There was a toe to be amputated. And so the man in the crimson suit began his task, aided by his partner.


Hmmm... so you did a hit against me Cunio? Well... you got it too. Did you lose your Don tonight and maybe a made as well?
From the list of alive players I would suggest lynching Autolycus, Neri and Krill... in that order. :sneaky:

Now face utter annihilation Cunio!!!

Thanks for offing the lying sack of lying things, Cunnio. Now if you could please off yourselves too, I'd be much obliged.

[gibsonsg91921]

Vote: Seon Select: ATPG

[SisterCoyote]

Vote: Erebus
Select: ATPG

[GamezRule]

select: ATPG
vote: Abstain

[DaveShack]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Seon

[Seon]

Select ATPG.
Vote: Erebus

Not going to be me, tonight, gents :bow:

[Krill]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Erebus

[Winston Hughes]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Seon

Good-night, sweet octopus.

[Diana Abnoba]

Select: ATPG

Vote: Erebus

[GeneralHankerchief]

All feedback should be out, please PM me with outstanding issues.

[Choxorn]

10 bucks says a tie will happen and Erebus will escape it again.

[Kennigit]

vote: seon

[Xehh II]

Vote Erebus

[Askthepizzaguy]

Sure, Seon is a surgeon, and therefore dangerous to all scumbags. Yeah, he's wild, unpredictable, and not necessarily following instruction. Yeah, it's Seon, and he'd be dangerous if he were blindfolded, put in a straightjacket, and sent to Siberia with nothing more than the clothes on his person and a plastic picnic spoon.

But Erebus was mocking my manhood! Kill him!

[Nightbringer]

vote:erebus

[Askthepizzaguy]

vote:erebus

:heart:

Tonight, I be nomming on your star, my friend...

[Ironside]

select: ATPG
vote: Erebus

[Populus Romanus]

Thatssss a nice double lynch you have there. It would be a shame if sssssomething were to happen to it.


Tssssss....

[Askthepizzaguy]

I don't want a double lynch.

I want that big nasty tease to get what's coming to him!

Pizza will not be denied! There is no innuendo here at all. Honestly.

[classical_hero]

vote:Seon
select:ATPG

[Beefy187]

I don't want either of them dead but...

Vote: Erebus

[Death is yonder]

Well only because I know it will be entertaining :beam:

Vote: Erebus

[Beskar]

Vote: Erebus

But I thought he was already dead... weird.

[Chaotix]

Vote: Erebus

We're just going to keep killing you until you die.

[Secura]

vote: Erebus

[Double A]

[enclosed is a highly classified business document]

vote: Erebus

[White_eyes:D]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Erebus

I know you hate me for this Erebus, but I do this out of love.:love:

[Seon]

Love... for me!

[sturmhauke]

Thatssss a nice double lynch you have there. It would be a shame if sssssomething were to happen to it.


Tssssss....

I see someone's been playing Minecraft.

[Erebus]

Select: ATPG
Vote: Erebus

I know you hate me for this Erebus, but I do this out of love.:love:

Why would I hate you? I think you misunderstand. I never TRIED to stay alive. The Mafia just keeps failing to kill me. There's a difference.

Yesterday my vote on myself was to have the ability to prevent the double lynch. I'd have willingly died to keep BillMc alive.

I'm happy, it's taken the mafia 3 phases to do what they promised in 1. Maybe with these delays the mafia can finally realized how bad an invincible Don ATPG is.

Vote: Erebus
I spit my last breath at thee.

[Niklas]

Erebus, you forgot to unvote. :clown:

Current tally: Erebus 18 vs Seon 9

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm happy, it's taken the mafia 3 phases to do what they promised in 1. Maybe with these delays the mafia can finally realized how bad an invincible Don ATPG is.

Yes, if there's one thing I've been in this game, it's ineffective. You sure got me there.

[Erebus]

unvote; Vote: Erebus

[GeneralHankerchief]

Voting closed.

[GeneralHankerchief]

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

"And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy."
...Jabberwocky
...Lewis Carroll


8:37PM, Monday, 13 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey




The Director looked on as they counted the votes. It seemed as though someone wouldn't be escaping their fate this time, as they had so many many times before. Erebus laughed as the name was called out. He was not afraid to die, being so close to his own death in the past made him feel quite comfortable with the idea. He was also half-expecting something to swoop in and save him at the last minute. The Director talked about fate and destiny, but Erebus believed that he was somehow protected by the gods. Something divine, far beyond luck, was shielding Erebus from the doom everyone had predicted for him in the past, and today would be no different. And if it was, at least he got to laugh death in the face.

The sky had been unusually cloudy, and the wind was blowing very cold. But as Erebus walked outside of the convention center flanked by Askthepizzaguy's goons, the clouds parted and moonlight poured down, seemingly a sign from heaven. The wind died off momentarily and things didn't seem so bad. The Director looked up at the sky, and looked over at the so-called arena. Erebus sensed his fortunes turning again. Then, a miracle happened.

"I think I've made a big mistake, Erebus. This whole 'arena of death' concept... it's not fitting for men of our stature. It's not particularly classy or civilized... it's nothing more than a roman colosseum where gladiators die as a spectator sport. I think I've had a change of heart; instead of being hung upside-down in a glass cage full of bees, or drowned in fine wine, or frozen in ice and promptly chopped into cubes, I think the time has come to stop all this bloodletting. I have something better in mind for you."

The Director snapped his fingers, and a limousine pulled up. The Director held Erebus at gunpoint and drove off without the rest of his entourage, leaving his goons and even the committee members behind. "Salvatore's Ristorante, driver." The Director looked at Erebus, studying him carefully. "My cousin Sal runs a restaurant. Only the finest food in all Fatlington, and it is authentic Italian food. You'll love it." Erebus looked back, a little uneasy about what was going to happen. They pulled up to a luxurious restaurant, complete with valet parking and the red carpet laid out for them. It was grand, possibly the most exquisite looking restaurant that Erebus had ever seen. "A little further. This isn't the place I had in mind." said the Director. They continued down several streets, and took a couple of turns down some rather shady-looking alleys. Finally they pulled into a tiny parking lot behind a dilapidated building, where a flickering neon sign read 'Sal's Ris----nte'. It seemed that Sal's was still open for business. The parking lot had a few stripped down vehicles in it, and none of them were in working condition. The Director led Erebus inside, even holding the door open for him. Inside, the place was poorly-lit and filled with cigar smoke. The floor was sticky and hadn't been swept. A burly looking man at the bar didn't even say hello as they entered, merely nodding at the Director while wiping a filthy glass with a dish rag. The swinging doors to the kitchen opened, and an enormous man in a greasy, blood-stained white undershirt came out. "Oh, hold on... I'll get youse guys a couple of menus" said the man. "Please, have a seat anywheres" said Sal.

Erebus looked at Sal, then at the Director, and wondered how on earth Sal was related to Santino. They seemed nothing alike. The Director looked particularly out of place here, wearing only the finest, immaculate white suit and red tie, with a white fedora. There was no way the Director would be able to keep his suit clean in a dump like this. They sat down at a booth which had used napkins and a basket of half-eaten stale breadsticks on it. The seat cushions each had enough crumbs on them to fill a shot glass. The booth was very uncomfortable, as the seats were too high and the table was too low; getting in and out of the booth was a chore and a half.

"What will youse be having?" said Sal, as he plopped hand-written menus down on the table in front of the guests. There were only 3 items on the menu, pasta 'preemavarra', 'chikin' alfredo, and steak. Erebus thought about it, and decided to pick the one item on the menu which was spelled correctly, hoping that Sal knew how to cook something he was at least familiar with spelling. The Director ordered the pasta preemavarra, while staring at Erebus with a stone-faced expression. "Excellent uh, choices... I'll gets right on making it for you" said Sal, as he waddled back to the kitchen, coughing the entire way. "I don't believe in butchers, I likes to save money by cutting out the middle man" he said.

They sat in silence for what seemed like half an hour. Erebus could swear he heard a cow mooing off in the distance, but about ten minutes in, the mooing stopped. Soon enough, Sal came back covered in a fresh coat of blood, wiping the blood off of his arms and face with an even filthier dish rag than before. "It will be ready in about five minutes. You guys need anything?" "I could use a strong drink" said Erebus, as he looked back at the bar, and saw the bartender giving one of the shot glasses a spit shine. "On second thought, maybe I'll pass." The Director continued to stare at Erebus, keeping his gun trained on the man. Sure enough, five minutes later, Sal came out of the kitchen holding two plates. One had the pasta 'preemavarra' and the other had a steak on it. He set down the plates in front of the two guests, and waited.

"Go ahead, take a bite" said the Director. Erebus looked at his plate and saw that the steak looked rather lonely, there were no side items. "Doesn't the steak come with anything?" asked Erebus. "Oh yeah, I forgots!" said Sal, reaching into the front pocket of his apron and pulling out a fist full of french fries, dumping them onto Erebus' plate unceremoniously. "Dinner is served, buon appetito!" said Sal. The Director looked at him coldly, until Sal remembered something else. "Oh right, the mood. Here you go, Santino" said Sal, as he placed a candle on the table and lit it. It was a rather sad display, sort of like putting a brand new set of hubcaps on an old wreck of a car; pointless and absurd.

Erebus pushed the french fries to one side, not intending to eat them, and looked at the steak again. He wasn't sure he wanted to take a bite of it, so he delayed the whole process by cutting the steak into smaller and smaller bites. Eventually the Director got impatient, and raised the gun. "It's considered rude to not even take a bite of a meal someone serves you" warned the Director. "I don't particularly care for impoliteness at the dinner table. Civility, mister Erebus... now take a bite."

Erebus looked at the steak and it seemed to at least have been cooked and it did smell okay. That said, he still took the bite with much trepidation. The steak was surprisingly good. Very good, in fact... Erebus' face lit up as he took another bite, and another.

"Surprising isn't it, Mister Erebus? In this place, in this part of town, with this atmosphere, it's the one thing you'd never expect. It's the absolute best steak in town, and I should know. Ever since I became a... businessman, I've been eating nothing but steak. Never could afford it before. I stayed away from Sal's place because I knew it was like this on the inside, but I never dreamed that the man actually knew how to cook. And I never would have known, if I hadn't bothered to try something unfamiliar and dangerous." Erebus just tuned out the Director. He never did care much for monologuing. He just kept eating the steak, greedily, voraciously. It was worth listening to the Director drone on and on, just to have the flavor of this succulent meat filling his senses.

Erebus ate the steak too fast, and began to choke. The Director just kept talking, about fate and destiny and choice, and seemed to be either oblivious or apathetic to Erebus choking on the meat. Erebus reached instinctively for a glass of water or whatever drink was served with the meal. Then he remembered he had actually turned down the offered drink because the glasses were filthy. What he wouldn't give for a filthy glass of cheap liquor right about now. He turned blue in the face, and began to panic. He tried to stand up but the booth was bolted down and very cramped.

"Is something wrong with your steak, mister Erebus?" asked the Director, just as he was beginning to pass out from the lack of oxygen. "You shouldn't eat it so fast. Even when you find yourself with the good fortune to enjoy the best steak you've ever tasted, always take slow and careful bites. Patience is a virtue I can see you are not fully acquainted with."

Erebus tried to give himself the Heimlich maneuver against the table itself, but was having trouble. "Do you need me to help you, mister Erebus?" asked the Director. Erebus nodded quickly, hoping to dislodge the meat in time. "I would, but there's this matter of your insulting my honor that is holding me back. I should do a favor for you, an impolite man? Why should I? That would be rewarding uncouth behavior. Civility, mister Erebus... always civility. But I will offer you something else. You see, I'm not very hungry. Here, you can share my pasta."

The Director slid the plate of pasta forward, just as Erebus keeled over dead from choking. Erebus landed face-first in the oily noodles, arms sprawled forward.

"And you should keep your elbows off the table. I guess your mother didn't teach you any manners at all." said the Director, as he tucked his gun back into his coat pocket. He left a generous tip for his cousin Sal, and wiped his suit clean with the entire supply of napkins that was on the table. Somehow, the Director made it out of there without a spot on him. Now that was truly a miracle...


OOC

Night Seventeen orders are due:


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


Lynch vote tally:

Erebus: 17 (lazy, jarema, sisterc, seon, krill, diana, nightbringer, xehh, ironside, beefy, diy, beskar, chaotix, secura, aa, white eyes, erebus) :skull:

Seon: 10 (niklas, backwards, renata, neri, bsmith, gibson, daveshack, winston, kennigit, hero)

Secura: 1 (TLD)

Abstained: 1 (GamezRule)

[Xehh II]

Hmmm, sorry to be a critic and all but I must say this is a pretty poor execution.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hmmm, sorry to be a critic and all but I must say this is a pretty poor execution.

OOC
I expected such a reaction;

Some of the more memorable writeups of the best games I can remember were ones that didn't involve an overly elaborate gruesome death; such as ones where two lynchees were forced into a drinking contest until they died.

I've done the over-the-top gruesome deaths thing, the overly elaborate deaths thing, and the action movie deaths thing. Wanted to try my hand at something more subtle; reactions have been mixed. Some like it some don't, it's different.

Perhaps I should leave subtlety to GH and other masters of the understated death, and just focus on the spine-chilling ones. Feedback is welcome, these are meant for your enjoyment so by all means be a critic. It's better than laying stinkers and everyone just tolerating them.

[TheLastDays]

Hey guys, I think Pizza is scum.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hey guys, I think Pizza is scum.

You commie traitor! I'll murder you for that. :laugh4:

[White_eyes:D]

If I get lynched make a lynch write-up of the Winnipeg Jets doing the deed. I would never complain about it if you did.:bounce:

[Askthepizzaguy]

If I get lynched, make a lynch write-up of the Winnipeg Jets doing the honour.:bounce:

I would never allow you to be lynched. You're my cuddle bear. :embarassed:

[GeneralHankerchief]

If I get lynched make a lynch write-up of the Winnipeg Jets doing the deed. I would never complain about it if you did.:bounce:

I'd have to veto that one, the old Jets didn't come into existence until the 1970s. :laugh4:

[DaveShack]

He does host the anachronism hour, right?

Unfortunately the bad trip (which could get around the anachronism) has already been done once or twice, so that route is pretty much closed.

We haven't seen the good old concrete boots yet, perhaps a variation on that? :balloon2:

[Montmorency]

Just have the poor :daisy: slip on some sunflower oil and fall in the path of an automobile. How about that, Pizza? It would suit your nature. :wiseguy: