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Post 117 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day in the Kingdom of Peace and Love, the heat of late spring being just prevalent enough for people to take off and enjoy the weather. Some people were out mowing their lawns, some were doing some gardening, some were taking a jog around their neighborhoods, and some were just sitting and outside, relaxing.
Chickenman was one of the people sitting outside, and relaxing. Picking his favorite spot in Frontroom Park - a bench, overlooking the pond with trace amounts of osmium - he sat back and lulled himself almost to sleep, slowly drifting away as the sounds of the park, the rustling of the trees, the wind, the ducks, grew softer and softer in his mind. The footsteps of the mafioso behind him growing softer and sof - wait, what?
Chickenman opened his eyes and turned around just in time to see the mafioso right up behind him, arms out. In the next second, they were wrapped around his head, quickly twisting it.
"OW!" Chickenman yelled, once this deed was done, rubbing his neck. "That really hurt, man! What were you trying to do, snap my neck or something?"
"Well, so much for that," the mafioso muttered. Sending Chickenman sprawling with an elbow to the head, the mafioso racked his brain trying to come up with an alternative method of killing his prey. Clearly, his arm strength was not enough to go and snap people's necks, causing instantaneous death. He'd have to work out some more. But in the meantime, he had to deal with this problem lying on the ground before him.
"Hmm," the mafioso reasoned, with Chickenman still moaning in pain below him. "I guess this worked well enough as is." Ignoring the various cache of weapons he had brought with him - blackjack, telescopic baton, silenced pistol, shotgun, revolver, assault rifle, half a dozen grenades, flamethrower, bazooka - he instead dragged Chickenman to the pond, elbowing his head one more time for good measure, and then holding it under the water for a period of several minutes until Chickenman stopped struggling.
Across town, Giuseppe was doing none of these blissful outside activities; in fact he was totally unaware of the beautiful weather that had entered the town. He was in the middle of his 13th consecutive hour of playing the latest violent first-person shooter video game, ignoring the insults strewn around by the various 12-year-olds on the server.
"HA!" Giuseppe yelled to people he had never met and had no idea where they were from. "Take that, scum!" He checked his watch, realized that it was 1pm and he had not slept at all last night, shrugged, and put his hand back in the bag of Cheetos, munching on them before going back to his game. The machine-gun fire was oddly soothing to Giuseppe, the fake cacophony all around him, emanating from his television's speakers. He was fully engrossed in his pixellated war world, and loving every second of it.
"The gun is good," he muttered to himself, spraying another burst of fire that may or may not have hit a target and had no lasting impact whatsoever on the world at large. What he failed to realize was that there was a very real machine gun pointed directly at him from behind. He would have caught it in the TV's reflection, but by this point Giuseppe was completely gone to anything that was not his online deathmatch. He pumped out yet another spray of fake fire, as a spray of very real and infinitely more dangerous fire fired at him simultaneously.
Ten minutes later, an unresponsive Giuseppe was booted from the server.
Meanwhile, in a certain office in the center of town...
Chief of Police JuJuBee sat in his office, admiring his posters of Judy Garland as usual. This was such a cushy job. There was never any crime in the Kingdom of Peace and Love. It was the Kingdom of Peace and Love, for goodness sake's! There were two phones on his desk. One was the usual phone, mostly used for personal calls since, again, there was never really any crime in the Frontroom. The other phone, however, was bright red. On the first day of assuming office, the outgoing Chief of Police, Lemur, told him that if the red phone ever rang, then bad times were ahead. Possibly the very Frontroom itself would be at stake if the red phone rang.
The red phone rang.
Utterly startled, JuJuBee somehow managed to pick it up and stay calm throughout the briefing.
"Oh God," he said. "Mafia attack."
Rifling through a very thick binder, he spent three hours reading nine entries in the tome, each one larger than the last. The last had been made by Lemur, the previous eight by someone named "Beirut". Their wisdom was questionable, but all in all their experiences were quite helpful. Three hours later, JuJuBee had a plan in mind.
Thirty minutes later, he had gathered everyone in the town square and prepared to make an announcement. "Okay everybody," he said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that it's Saturday! This calls for a celebration!"
"What's the bad news?" somebody asked.
"Oh right," said JuJuBee. "Two of our members have been murdered by the Mafia. Chickenman, also known as Winston Hughes, and Giuseppe, better known as robbiecon, are no longer with us."
Naturally, there was a general outcry over this bit of news, as people started screaming and panicking and generally being loud and raucous. "Wait!" said JuJu, "it's okay! I have a plan! Winston Churchill once said that democracy was the worst form of government ever invented, except for the ones that have already been tried. This means that democracy is the best, and therefore democracy is what's going to save us right now! Every day, we'll use our collective powers of deduction to figure out who these interlopers are in our midst, and root them out to be executed! Any questions?"
Literally every single person present started shouting at once.
"Great!" said JuJu amiably. "See you at sunset!"
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Still alive: (34)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Christopher
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Maria
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pedro
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 1! Voting will last for approximately 24 hours. Again, sorry for the delay.
Post 155 of main thread.
Day 1 voting ends in a tie between Luciano and Pedro. In case you're unfamiliar with my tiebreaking procedure, here's how we do things: All votes are thrown out and we do a re-vote. You are only allowed to vote for either Luciano or Pedro in this re-vote. Normally it would last 24 hours, however, as I'll be working once the 24 hour mark expires, we'll extend things a bit.
The tiebreaker round ends Monday, June 13th, at 06:30 US Eastern Time.
Day 1 tally:
Luciano: 3 (Pedro, Sonny, Salvatore)
Pedro: 3 (Luciano, Bruno, Fingers)
Christopher: 2 (Frank, Claudia)
Bruno: 2 (Connie, Anne)
Connie: 2 (Angelo, Bertha)
Anne: 2 (Paulie, Christopher)
Joe: 2 (Maria, Mickey)
Bertha: 1 (Johnny)
Bugsy: 1 (Luigi)
Luigi: 1 (Bugsy)
Paulie: 1 (Joe)
Maria: 1 (Fredo)
Big George: 1 (Bobby)
Mickey: 1 (Vincent)
Fingers: 1 (Ralph)
Didn't vote: 10 (Big George, Carlo, Emilio, Fat Tony, Furio, Giorgio, Nick, Pete, Richie, Rocco)
Post 180 of main thread.
Everybody had seemed to have been caught off-guard by the new daily procedure, as if they - and the Frontroom, in particular - had never experienced this sort of thing before. Clearly, the mafia attack was breaking new ground. The result of this, much to Chief of Police JuJuBee's chagrin, was an extremely spread-out vote, with a full 15 out of 34 total villagers receiving votes. Taking out his pocket calculator - you see, JuJuBee used to be quite A Nerd - the Chief quickly surmised that this was over 44%! In addition to this total, there was a tie vote, with the two candidates for the lynch having received a whopping three votes each.
The cases on the lucky two men, Luciano and Pedro, were as follows: For Luciano, that he shared a name with one of the most successful mafiosi in history: Lucky Luciano, who abolished the title of "capo di tutti capi" forever and set up the Mafia Commission in New York that still exists to this day. For Pedro, it seemed that a number of villagers were amused by the combination of the voting system they were currently under and his name, which thus gave them an opportunity to quote from a popular, quirky, cult film of the previous decade in "Napoleon Dynamite". Clearly these cases both had equal merit.
Due to the extended round since there had to be a tiebreaker, both men got to make defenses for themselves:
Luciano: "Wait a minute, the fact that I share a name with Lucky Luciano has nothing to do with my guilt! I'm not even related to the guy! Most of the people in our town could have that same connection! What about Chickenman? He shares a nickname with Phil "Chickenman" Testa, and was boss of the Philadelphia crime family for a year before he got blew up by a nail bomb! They share the same name, but I doubt any of you think *he's* guilty! Come on, now!"
Pedro: "Seriously, guys? You're going to do this? Aw - aw, come on! I hate 'Napoleon Dynamite' so much. It's not even a good movie!"
At this last defense, the crowd roared in outrage, and the votes started to absolutely flood in Pedro's way. JuJuBee had to use all of his wits and equipment to keep the villagers at bay as they screamed for blood for besmirching the good name of Napoleon Dynamite. Pedro, realizing that he had misspoke and recognizing that it was probably too late to take it back, instead took the opportunity to keep harping on about the movie that had sealed his fate.
"No, seriously, it isn't! Nothing happens for an hour and a half! And then he what, he goes and dances, and then everything's magically okay? But wait, people say the movie isn't about plot anyway, it's about the, you know, the quirky moments! It's 90 minutes of people standing around and being really awkward, that's all! Awkward isn't quirky!!! You all got spoon-fed into believing that it was a good movie because at some point down the line the media told you that it was trendy to like this movie! It's not actually that good, people!"
This went on for another couple of minutes before JuJuBee finally relented and allowed the crowd to literally tear Pedro, also known as Jolt, apart. Instead of trying to calm them down and make an inspirational speech about hopefully they had lynched one and maybe after tomorrow, they would be done with this affair, JuJu just slinked away back to his office, praying that the riot wouldn't get too out of hand and ordering a Napoleon Dynamite poster off the internet in case they tried to storm his office in the future.
Day 1a tally:
Pedro: 13 (Angelo, Emilio, Richie, Rocco, Joe, Paulie, Connie, Christopher, Mickey, Fat Tony, Vincent, Luciano, Luigi) :skull:
Luciano: 10 (Johnny, Furio, Frank, Bugsy, Bertha, Carlo, Salvatore, Pedro, Bobby, Maria)
Didn't vote: 11 (Anne, Big George, Bruno, Claudia, Fingers, Fredo, Giorgio, Nick, Pete, Ralph, Sonny)
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Still alive: (33)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Christopher
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Maria
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pedro
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 2! Orders are due in 24 hours, but I would greatly appreciate it if they were in slightly earlier, as I'd like to do the writeup before I go to sleep tomorrow.
Post 186 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. However, this wouldn't last. Soon, despite the fear-inducing events of yesterday, the daily hustle and bustle - yes, there was even hustle and bustle in the Kingdom of Peace and Love - would begin. People would fire up their car engines, ready to go to work, would start to blast music as they did their gardening chores, would unload their trucks and set up their vending stands for the day.
One of these vending stands happened to be an ice cream cart, a nice throwback to the days of old and down on the beach, a perfect exemplar of the Frontroom's charming quaintness that made it so attractive to many. The first person to pass it by was Maria, who, while not buying an ice cream, noticed that the cart was unmanned. Instead, it had a very odd antenna sticking out of it and a speaker attached to it, playing a catchy jingle:
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"Man, this takes me back to my childhood," Maria said to herself, as she kept walking, eventually out of sight out of the ice cream cart. Maria tried to put it out of her mind, but for some reason that cart and that jingle brought back some good memories. Maybe she would go get one on the way back after all, especially if that cart was manned by then. But then Maria noticed something odd. While the ice cream cart was well out of sight by now, the jingle was as loud and strong as it had always been.
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Shaking her head, Maria started walking slightly faster. The jingle was catchy and nostalgic and all, but all good things had their limits, and this jingle was rapidly approaching its own. Still not looking back, Maria walked on determinedly ahead.
Three minutes later, the jingle was still there.
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Very freaked out by now, Maria somehow worked up the nerve to look back, and there it was: the ice cream cart, still unmanned, still with that antenna, still - obviously - with the speaker that was pumping out that now-nightmarish jingle. If such a thing was possible for an ice cream cart the size of your standard grocery store shopping cart, it even seemed to be staring poor Maria down. The two looked at each other for a moment, Maria and the unmanned ice cream cart, and then Maria bolted.
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With the jingle still playing in the background, a new noise was added to the mix: the RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of the cart's engine (engine?) firing up and kicking into high gear. Somehow the cart produced an exhaust pipe and black smoke started spewing out of it, indicative of the massive amount of horsepower that the ice cream cart was now producing. Poor Maria didn't have a chance. The cart ran him down without mercy, again and again, until Maria was lying motionless on the ground, her blood mixing with the cart's leaking vanilla.
Several blocks away, the mafioso, armed with a pair of binoculars and a remote-controlled device, simply laughed as he closed up the antenna.
On the other side of town, Christopher thankfully did not have to deal with the Motorized Ice Cream Cart O' Doom. However, he had other problems on his hand. Settling down to eat at his favorite sandwich shop, Christopher instantly realized on the first bite that something was horribly wrong. His usual Italian, which he had been faithfully eating from this same exact store for four years straight, tasted, for the first time, different. And not in a good way, either. His stomach was starting to hurt.
Looking around for signs of change in the hoagie joint, Christopher spied behind the counter, somebody he had never once seen before in this shop. He looked very much out of place, spotting a full chef's uniform complete with the ridiculous white hat that would be common for five-star French bistros, but not local sandwich shops. He probably wore this to signify that he was the chef, Christopher reasoned. In any case, the new "chef" would get an earful from one of his best customers, seeing as this was probably his first day and his track record was 0-for-1.
Christopher got up from his seat, stumbled, clutched his stomach, and lurched the rest of the way to where the "chef" was standing.
"'scuse me," he said, "but I'm not exactly a first-time customer here, and I have never had a sandwich that didn't agree with me as much as this one right now. Is there anything different you put in it from what the last, uh... chef... did?"
The "chef" looked down at him, smiling. "Yes," he said. "Poison."
Christopher blacked out.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay folks," he said, "so it looks like yesterday didn't end up so hot, since we still had two more kills today. That's okay though, because there were two mafiosi after all and we only executed one, and it stands to reason that the mafiosi probably didn't off each other, since they're working together and all..." He trailed off, which gave one of the villagers a convenient reason to interrupt him.
"About that," the villager said, "if we all know that there are two mafiosi attacking us, how come we're only executing one person per day?" Several townspeople shouted their agreement.
"Yes," said JuJuBee agreeably, "Indeed, this is a question that the great thinkers of our time could spend some serious energy on, but for now we have work to do. Today, we have to avenge the deaths of Maria, better known as Visorslash, and Christopher, born as johnhughthom. Come on guys, I know you can do this!" And with that, JuJu retired to his office.
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Still alive: (31)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 2! Since I'm sick of doing writeups at 6:30 in the morning after I get off work, this round will be slightly longer than normal, ending at 14:00 US Eastern Time on Wednesday. Get to it!
Post 227 of main thread.
"Bugsy!"
"George!"
"Carlo!"
"Vincent!"
"Emilio!"
"Pete!"
"Nick!"
"Guys!"
"Joe!"
"Bertha!"
"Guys!!!"
"Fingers - wait, what?"
Rocco sighed. Finally, he had everyone's attention. It was time to make this count.
"We can't keep doing this!" he said. "We can't just keep making votes on people without any reasoning, and not follow up on it, and in order not to stand out to anybody vote for a different person! That's not good mafia-finding tactics! That's the opposite of good mafia-finding tactics! We're all trying to hide in a crowd, so it means that for the mafia, who are trying to hide in a crowd anyway, it's a lot easier to do so! We need to put ourselves out there, start pressuring people, start backing up our reasoning! I mean, come on people, our lives are at stake here! Our lives! I'm willing to take a few risks if it means saving the Kingdom of Peace and Love from complete annihilation by the Mafia! Are you?"
Silence greeted Rocco's harangue for a few seconds as the crowd was trying to process what he said. This next bit would prove critical, possibly even decide the town's fate, as early as Day 2 into the mafia attack. Rocco held his breath. And then...
"Okay," someone said. "I vote Rocco. The reasoning I use to justify this vote is that he talks too friggin' much."
"YEAH!" a few people in the crowd called out in agreement, and the votes started rolling Rocco's way. When Chief of Police JuJuBee came out to make the final vote count, Rocco started muttering to himself. So much for putting himself out there.
"Okay," said JuJuBee, so you've picked Rocco to die. Any suggestions for his execution?"
"Cut out his tongue!" someone shouted. The crowd roared in approval.
"Works for me!" JuJu said, and stuck a large rusty knife in Rocco's mouth. Somehow through Rocco's screaming, the words "anesthetic" and "sterilization at least" managed to get through. Later, when Rocco was lying on the ground, quickly expiring, JuJu wiped off his knife and shrugged. "Why would I sterilize a knife on somebody who's going to die, anyway? That's the point, isn't it? To kill you? Now that's just wasteful, Rocco."
Rocco, better known as Andres, died rolling his eyes.
Day 2 tally:
Rocco: 4 (Angelo, Claudia, Salvatore, Connie) :skull:
Furio: 2 (Vincent, Johnny)
Sonny: 2 (Fingers, Paulie)
Connie: 1 (Rocco)
Vincent: 1 (Sonny)
Angelo: 1 (Bugsy)
Joe: 1 (Bobby)
Big George: 1 (Ralph)
Bertha: 1 (Bruno)
Carlo: 1 (Nick)
Emilio: 1 (Mickey)
Fingers: 1 (Fat Tony)
Fat Tony: 1 (Pete)
Pete: 1 (Giorgio)
Nick: 1 (Carlo)
Didn't vote: 11 (Anne, Bertha, Big George, Emilio, Frank, Fredo, Furio, Joe, Luciano, Luigi, Richie) :stare:
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Still alive: (30)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Giorgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
It is now Night 3! Orders are due tomorrow at 14:00 US Eastern time.
Post 235 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. A rapidly-increasing amount of people were calling out of work today, "sick" or otherwise. Furio was not one of these people. Furio believed in a few things, you see. Order, routine, maintaining the status quo, things like that. If Furio altered his schedule to accommodate the current situation in the Frontroom, then the mafia had already won, he reasoned. Hence, he continued to drive in his car, take the usual route to work, and go through his day as per normal - even if his hours the last couple of days had been curtailed by the Chief of Police summoning every villager to the town square in order to vote.
So Furio drove through town as usual, seeing the usual sights - and not an ice cream cart to be seen, either. Over here was that oddly-painted fire hydrant, over there was the nude unicyclist, pedaling and juggling at the same time as usual, on that side was the local sandwich shop, now closed and under police investigation, over there was - wait, what?
Furio smashed the brakes on. There had been a disruption to his usual routine, and quite a flagrant one at that. Out of nowhere, a traffic light had appeared in the middle of the road, one that hadn't been there at all the day before. Furio had been driving on these roads since early 2007 and there had never once been a traffic light in that spot, Furio was sure of that. Also helping his case was the fact that there was, in fact, no intersection at the particular spot where the traffic light was, meaning that there was absolutely no reason whatsoever for that traffic light to even exist.
Well, maybe one reason.
Still puzzled, Furio looked over to his right, where a familiar-looking landscaper was doing some work on the rather large tree that was aside the road. The landscaper waved, and Furio waved back, following this wave with a point towards the vestigial traffic light - still red, by the way, which added to the absurdity of it all - and a quizzical expression on his face. The landscaper just shrugged, and resumed his work. It was only a few seconds later when Furio noticed exactly what that landscaper was doing: cutting a deep gash in the tree, almost as if to bring it down, squarely on -
*SMASH*!!!
Carlo was on the run. Earlier in the day, he had just finished up a wonderful meal at the local Taco Bell and, refreshed, was ready to start the day. The good thing about these Taco Bell meals was that they filled you up for a while, meaning Carlo would not have to duck out of the voting at a later point in order to grab a quick snack. While Furio persistently stuck to his routine in the face of ominous danger, Carlo simply adapted.
Carlo walked along the sidewalk-less streets of the Frontroom, empty Taco Bell bag in hand (apparently, there wasn't any room in the Kingdom of Peace and Love's annual budget for public trash cans), looking to go back home and relax for a bit before the inevitable call to go to the town square came. However, after about a block, Carlo found that he was not alone. It seemed as if a chihuahua was following him, eyeing the Taco Bell bag with what could only be described as suspicion and anger - yes, even coming from a small dog. Carlo, a little confused, tried to put it out of his mind and keep walking. Perhaps the dog was hungry. Carlo certainly would have shared something with the poor guy, but the problem was that he had already finished his meal and had nothing to give.
Two blocks later, the chihuahua, which had kept pace, was joined by two others. All of them marched down in lockstep, all three of them unblinkingly staring at the bag. Carlo, now thoroughly perturbed, started walking faster. The chihuahuas, meanwhile, started barking. There was almost a mechanical, ordered quality to it. They inched ever closer to Carlo and the Taco Bell bag. Carlo started calculating how far he was from home and how long it would take to get there.
Two blocks went by. Four more chihuahuas had joined the other three. They had gotten ever closer to Carlo, despite him having significantly picked up his pace, and their barks had grown louder and more menacing. Carlo was now starting to sweat. When an eighth and ninth chihuahua joined the pack, that was it for Carlo. He broke for home.
Somewhat away from the action, the mafioso, who had a good vantage point for all of this, chuckled, and pressed a button on his radio-controlled receiver.
Instantly the chihuahuas followed, closing the distance on Carlo. They were joined by a horde of others, coming from all directions, ready to swarm Carlo. Carlo picked up the pace, but he was still several blocks from home. The chihuahuas were closing on him quickly, and more of them were coming for him every second.
A mass of thirty-nine chihuahuas eventually swarmed poor Carlo and overwhelmed him, along with his Taco Bell bag.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay folks," he said, "Looks like we've got two more murders today. Furio, who you all know as issaikhaan, died in what appeared to be an accident until investigators found a completely useless traffic light at the scene. Also, Carlo, better known as Death is yonder, was overwhelmed by a horde of radio-controlled chihuahuas. So... yeah. Avoid Taco Bell, I guess?"
"Wait a minute," said the ever-present pesky villager, "this is the second radio-controlled death we've seen over the last two days. Shouldn't you guys be looking into disrupting the signals or something?"
Clearly not hearing him, JuJuBee simply smiled and nodded, waving to somebody else in the crowd. "Okay, time to get voting again!"
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Still alive: (28)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Carlo (Death is yonder)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 3! Voting will last for 24 hours. Also, if the "didn't vote" totals are in double-digits again, there will be serious consequences. You have been warned. :stare:
Post 276 of main thread.
Three days into the voting, and the observant... er... observers noticed that cases were finally starting to get made. Poor shadows of cases, yes, but cases nonetheless. This might have been the beginning of something.
The villagers also seemed to be coalescing their votes, as there was far less of the >50% of the entire population receiving votes this time, as was the case in days past. Instead, their cases seemed to focus on three people: Joe, Vincent, and Claudia. The cases were odd things: Joe for, er, well, Vincent voted for him... Vincent for, uh, his face seemed more like the type to kill people using various radio-controlled devices... and Claudia because she was allegedly sending in her votes via text message, even though everyone saw she was actually present on the scene. Nonetheless, these were still cases, and they actually had mass backing behind it. Progress.
After Chief of Police JuJuBee prodded some of those who were napping with a large stick, the cases continued to mount. Vincent "caught up" to Joe, Claudia received a string of votes that briefly tied her with the other two, somebody broke the deadlock for Joe, a vote for Vincent tied it up again, and then, finally, Joe pulled away for good. Joe, cursing and spitting, shook his head as he waited for the Chief of Police to do with him as he pleased.
"Come on, Joe, over here now," JuJu said, the usual amiable expression on his face, as if nothing bad had happened over the past three days. "That's right, just step on up to the execution platform, you can do it, it'll be okay..." His voice kept on going as Joe made his way to the execution platform, but it all amounted to the same thing. Joe tried to block it out all out of his head, instead focused on dying a dignified death. He certainly wouldn't beg for his life, maybe not even scream, instead go out in a stony silence, staring daggers at -
*SPROING* "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
As Joe, also known as Chaotix, mounted the execution platform, his putting pressure on a key area triggered a reaction that had enough PSI behind it to send Joe flying hundreds if not thousands of feet in the air, eventually landing him clear to three towns over. JuJu simply chuckled, and after a minute the entire town got a good laugh out of it. After all, nothing mitigated bad circumstances like good old-fashioned slapstick comedy and booby traps.
Day 3 tally:
Joe: 7 (Vincent, Johnny, Bertha, Frank, Mickey, Ralph, Luciano) :skull:
Vincent: 5 (Sonny, Joe, Salvatore, Richie, Anne)
Claudia: 4 (Bruno, Bugsy, Nick, Big George)
Bugsy: 2 (Claudia, Fingers)
Connie: 2 (Luigi, Bobby)
Bobby: 2 (Connie, Paulie)
Ralph: 1 (Giorgio)
Sonny: 1 (Fat Tony)
Fat Tony: 1 (Angelo)
Didn't vote: 3 (Emilio, Fredo, Pete)
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Still alive: (27)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Carlo (Death is yonder)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 4! Orders are due in 24 hours. I'll make a ruling on the anonymous accounts and WoG criteria at the start of the next day phase, due to the popular results of the poll.
Post 281 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The few early risers left in the village noticed a curious absence of the usual birdsong. This was treated as a mixed blessing, as some viewed the birds as more annoying than anything else, but others enjoyed the pleasant morning melodies of the musical avians. However, despite each individual villager's feelings about the feathered sopranos, all of them noticed that the birds were utterly gone.
All except one.
Fingers had been observing the cloud of birds gathered over him for some time, noting with growing fear that it was almost something out of a Hitchcock movie. He had seen enough of these movies in what he hoped wasn't his rapidly-diminishing time on earth. He knew how these things ended. Since Fingers didn't possess a flak gun of any sort (clearly, something that had to be remedied) or own a falcon or five to put the fear of God in these birds, he decided to do the next best thing and run screaming for his life.
"WAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHGARBL!!!!" Fingers started screaming, throwing his arms up in the air and running around every which way. Strangely enough, the birds only continued to observe this, continuing to increase in numbers and circle overhead. They didn't even start coooing in a pattern or anything, which only served to increase Fingers's terror. Surely, something would have to happen soon. The suspense was killing him.
For his part, Fingers realized that running around every which way would do him no good, as he needed to have a destination in mind. So, Fingers altered his direction, going from "every which way" to "straight", figuring that was good enough to start and he'd get an ultimate destination in mind later. He made it about 50 yards, the birds still only observing overhead, when he placed his foot down on an odd-feeling surface. Fingers stopped dead, looking down.
"Oh -"
*SPROING!!!*
Fingers found himself flying through the air, almost going to the height where he'd reach the birds. "Oh great," he reasoned, still flying through the air, "They'll pick me off in midair. By the time my corpse reaches the ground there'll be nothing left of me." But the birds still only observed, viewing the entire scene with something that - if this was even possible - resembled amusement. Fingers finally crashed through a window - the window to the Chief of Police's office, as a matter of fact, which would provide a nasty surprise when he got in the office for the day.
As Fingers lay inside JuJuBee's office, bleeding out, he noticed a bird sitting on the edge of the broken windowsill. The bird dropped a note off its leg, regarded Fingers for a second, and then flew away. Upon further inspection, the note read as follows:
"So you don't have to waste time gathering up the bodies today."
The mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
Across town, Big George had learned better than to go outside. He was an intelligent person who followed trends, you see, and Big George had noticed one trend of the great majority of kills happening outside of the victim's home. Therefore, Big George reasoned, if the trends held, then he would be far safer in his own home. Therefore, Big George stayed inside, eating a leisurely breakfast and congratulating himself on his superior intelligence.
"Whatcha eating?" came a voice from behind Big George. Big George jumped.
"Uh, cashews and milk," Big George mumbled, his mouth full of what he had just described.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to talk with your mouth full?" The mafioso slapped Big George hard, so hard that the cashews and milk he was eating spilled out of his mouth.
"OW!" Big George cried, rubbing his cheek in pain. "That really hurt, man!"
"I'm sorry," said the mafioso, in a tone of voice that suggested he plainly wasn't. "Do you want me to stop slapping you?" George nodded, whimpering. "Then you need to stop eating those ridiculous cashews and milk and start eating THESE instead!" He shoved a gigantic box of organic cereal in Big George's face, easily the largest box of cereal George had ever seen.
"But -" George started to say, motioning over to his cashews and milk.
"Either stop with the cashews and milk or get slapped again," the mafioso said. George started eating the organic cereal. The mafioso watched as George finished the bowl, wiping his lips with a napkin, as if finished eating for the morning. "Wait a minute," he said, "Who says you're done eating? Surely eating only one bowl of my cereal is impolite, is it not? You want to have seconds." Big George groaned and reluctantly poured himself another new bowl of the mafioso's organic cereal.
And so it went like this for a long period of time. Big George would finish another bowl of organic cereal, ask the mafioso if he was finished, and the mafioso would reply that Big George needed to keep eating or otherwise he would get another slap. The gigantic box of Organic-O's, meanwhile, despite all of Big George's withdrawals, still looked as if nobody had made a dent in it. With each bite taken, George looked weaker and weaker, but he still kept pressing on, the threat of another hard slap enough to keep him going.
Thirty-four excruciating bowls of cereal later, Big George was done. He simply could not have one more bite of cereal. He was almost past the point of comprehensive speaking, that was how stuffed he was. But the mafioso made his usual threat, and George poured himself yet another bowl, took one bite, and then suddenly crumpled out of his chair onto the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning.
"Ah good," the mafioso said, "it's about time. It certainly took you long enough, but now your body has become oversaturated with Organic-O's and now your stomach is in the process of rupturing. Enjoy your last few hours on earth."
Big George softly moaned.
"Oh, and by the way," the mafioso said, drawing a book from his pocket, "Here. Something to pass the time for your last hours. This has nothing to do with the cereal or your stomach, but it does relate to that foolish assumption you made that just because most of the kills so far have been made outside, that trend would continue. Happy reading!"
Big George glanced over at the title. It read "An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding", by one David Hume.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," JuJu said, with a much grimmer expression on his face than usual, "We have two more deaths today, one of whom was delivered right into my office! This cannot stand, folks! They might have stained one of my Judy Garland pictures with blood! Unacceptable! Anyway, your two victims today are Fingers, also known as Seon, and Big George, who you know as ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88. For the sake of not having to read long philosophy tracts and my Judy Garland pictures, let's get this one right!"
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Still alive: (25)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Player list:
It is now Day 4! Voting will last for 24 hours.
Tie vote between Connie and Claudia, you guys know the drill.
In the interests of halting the deadline creep, I'm stopping voting at 18:00 US Eastern tomorrow, which is slightly over 23 hours from now.
Day 4 tally:
Connie: 4 (Bobby, Bertha, Vincent, Emilio)
Claudia: 4 (Bugsy, Angelo, Nick, Sonny)
Bugsy: 3 (Johnny, Richie, Claudia)
Anne: 1 (Paulie)
Vincent: 1 (Salvatore)
Frank: 1 (Anne)
Richie: 1 (Mickey)
Didn't vote: 10 (Bruno, Connie, Fat Tony, Frank, Fredo, Giorgio, Luciano, Luigi, Pete, Ralph)
Post 386 of main thread.
Chief of Police JuJuBee watched with detached interest as the villagers of the Frontroom continued their voting process for the fourth day in a row. It seemed as if the townspeople, after a rocky start, were finally getting the hang of things.
"Wait a minute, so Claudia's the lynch choice, right? All right, I'm behind that! I cast my vote for Connie!"
"No, you idiot, it's Connie that's the lynch choice, so you made the right choice in the first place, but she's still different from Claudia."
"Okay, so... Connie's actually the lynch choice? Right then, I'm changing my vote to Claudia!"
"..."
Well, JuJuBee, surmised, they did still have some kinks to work out.
Anyway, as the sun set, due to perhaps a mixup in names, perhaps not, Connie and Claudia were tied in the voting, narrowly edging out Bugsy for "first place". "Connie and Claudia?" JuJu said to himself after reading the votes out loud, "Sounds like a bad Nia Vardalos movie. Then again, they're all bad. HEY-O!!!"
With the entire remaining population of the Frontroom groaning at that horrible joke, they all resumed voting, it being - as expected - a tight back-and-forth battle between Connie and Claudia. Connie was getting rather belligerent with the voters for putting her in this position, as she smoked her fat cigar and started yelling at everyone for their perceived idiocy. This seemed to be hurting her more than helping her. But then, somebody cried out:
"HEY! LOOK, EVERYBODY! Claudia's texting in her vote!!!" Instantly people started gravitating towards Claudia and throwing votes her way, Claudia, looking utterly puzzled, could only gape in shock for a minute. Finally, she recovered enough to stammer out an explanation.
"But - I'm not texting in my vote! I don't even know how to text in a vote, especially if we're doing it by ballot box! I don't even have JuJuBee's number! I don't even have my phone with me, for God's sakes! You can't lynch me based off this! It's not right!"
But it was too late. At that moment, the Chief of Police cut off voting, leaving a very angry Claudia with nothing to do but stare daggers at everyone and mount the execution platform.
"Any last words?" JuJu said, as he revved up the day's method of execution - a chainsaw.
"This *#%! happens way too often," Claudia, also known as Sigurd, muttered, before the saw made contact.
Day 4a tally:
Claudia: 9 (Connie, Paulie, Fat Tony, Bertha, Bugsy, Salvatore, Angelo, Nick, Sonny) :skull:
Connie: 6 (Bobby, Ralph, Claudia, Luigi, Bruno, Vincent)
Abstained: 2 (Anne, Mickey)
Didn't vote: 8 (Emilio, Frank, Fredo, Giorgio, Johnny, Luciano, Pete, Richie)
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Still alive: (24)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 5! Orders are due in 23 hours and 19 minutes. WoG warnings will go out at the start of next day phase.
Post 396 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The mafioso used this silence and early portion of the day to enter his target's house undetected with several bottles of a mysterious spray. He spent a significant portion of time spraying down the entire house, every room, using up all of his bottles in the process. He used an entire bottle on his target, who luckily did not wake up during the spray-down. Satisfied, the mafioso left with his target still asleep, going off to parts unknown. His target would face an unpleasant death indeed, but it would take some time.
It had been five days. Five long days since the mafia attack had begun on the Frontroom and had consumed all of the villagers' lives and free time. Frankly, Nick was starting to get sick of it. He was a citizen of the world, after all, and despite the relevance of local events to his own health and well-being, Nick wanted more. Needed more. The first thing he would do once the threat had been eliminated was pack up and leave the Frontroom for safer grounds, so Nick needed to be well-informed about what was going on elsewhere. He sat down in his favorite recliner, picked up the TV remote, and turned on the news.
The man in the suit with impeccable hair continued in his usual soothing tone as Nick watched and prepared to immerse himself in important world events.
"And in lighter fare," the anchor said, "This little guy's getting a taste of summer fun just like the rest of us! Everybody meet Twiggy the Waterskiing squirrel! It's his favorite time of year!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37fDXX9stJY
Nick reached for the remote in disgust, about to turn the television off. Of course they would show this. Nothing had changed in five days, why would it? Nick chastised himself for being so foolish.
Gripping the remote, Nick pressed the "power" button. Nothing happened. Twiggy continued to aimlessly ski around on the television. Leaning forward so he could be closer to the TV, Nick pressed it again. Nothing happened. Nick popped open the battery cap and fiddled around with his Double-As before trying again. Still nothing. Twiggy seemed to be mocking him. Muttering to himself, Nick pulled himself out of his chair and walked over to the TV to turn it off the old-fashioned way - the power button actually located on the TV itself. He pressed it. Nothing happened. Nick, more confused than anything else by this point, started pressing it rapidly.
This time, something did happen. The TV screen rose by two feet as a pair of robotic legs sprung out from under it. Likewise, a pair of arms shot out from opposite sides of the screen. Nick jumped back a full five feet, screaming in a very high-pitched voice. Later investigators when examining his corpse would discover that he had soiled himself.
"PERMISSION TO SHUT MACHINE DOWN DENIED," the television said in a menacing voice. "PROGRAMMING OF TWIGGY THE WATERSKIING SQUIRREL HAS NOT YET FINISHED. PREPARE TO BE TERMINATED." Nick tried to scramble out of the room, but the robo-TV was far too fast for him, gripping Nick by its arms and delivering 90,000 volts of electricity through Nick's body. All the while, Twiggy continued to ski around in his boat piloted by hamsters.
A few buildings away, the mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
Meanwhile, Mickey had noticed that he had been having a bit of an ant problem in his house ever since he had woken up. He thought that it was just because he had left his dinner out last night and was too lazy to wash the plates and silverware, but no, that wasn't it. The things seemed to be everywhere - in the basement, his TV room, even his shower and bedroom. And they weren't the normal black variety, either, no. These ants were all red; deadly and menacing fire ants, the kind that devoured humans alive in more the more ridiculous and unbelievable movies (like the fourth Indiana Jones film).
When Mickey was washing his hands for the 40th time that morning and took a quick count of the ants of his bathroom, the number went above twenty-five. In a small, rather confined space. It was at this point when Mickey decided that he would call up the local pest control services. He walked into his living room, dialing the number - and stopped mid-dial. Facing him was an army of 100 red imported fire ants, all of them marching his way.
Dropping the phone, Mickey turned and ran the other way, shrieking. However, the room he fled into was no better - a full 500 fire ants this time faced him, and were once again marching his way. Meanwhile, the 100 from the other room were closing the gap quickly on him. Rapidly running out of room, Mickey took the one escape route he had left that wasn't completely blocked off by the ants - and found himself face-to-face with fire ants. 2,000 of them, covering the entire remainder of his house, were all marching right at him, attracted by the spray that the mafioso had used on his house and especially him at the start of the morning.
Surrounded on all sides by fire ants, Mickey was frozen in fear as the ants started to overwhelm him. By the end of it, there was very little left to identify that anything named "Mickey" had ever existed.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," JuJuBee said, "There are a couple of issues on the agenda today. First off, I've received several calls from local citizens that numerous ant farms have been emptied. These ants' whereabouts are currently unknown. Secondly, we have two more deaths today: Nick, also known as Earthling, and Mickey, better known as Csargo, are sadly no longer with us. These two cases are probably related, but I'm too swamped trying to figure out the missing ant mystery to know for sure. Anyway, you know the drill!"
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Still alive: (22)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 5! Voting will last for 24 hours.
WOG WARNING: Fredo, Pete. I do have replacements standing by. PMing their main accounts now as a heads-up. There are others that are in danger of appearing on this list if they do not lodge a vote in this phase.
Post 438 of main thread.
Connie was in serious trouble.
After having narrowly escaped the lynch the previous day, this left her as the clear-cut favorite to receive the death sentence on Day 5. She smoked her trademark cigar - Cuban, of course - and tried to look impassive, realizing that new targets would present themselves as the day went on. They were five days in, after all, and during all five days new targets had popped up. They always did.
Connie puffed on her cigar, trying not to notice that the votes had started to pile up on her and were on the verge of becoming a full-fledged bandwagon.
Connie continued puffing on her cigar, perhaps even chomping on it a bit, as the votes continued to mount to the point where nobody could deny that she was in the process of receiving a good old-fashioned bandwagon.
Connie put away all pretenses of puffing and instead started chomping on her trademark cigar like there was no tomorrow - and for her, this was exactly the case - as the day grew short and the second place candidate was nowhere near her in votes.
Finally, mercifully, Chief of Police JuJuBee called an end to voting, just as Connie had finished her last cigar. Well, at least her timing was perfect in one regard.
"Okay Connie," JuJu said cheerfully, "looks like it's that time. However, I'm going to try something a bit different today. I noticed that you were smoking a lot of cigars while the voting went on today. Now, I don't know if you're aware of this fact, but smoking is bad for you! It causes lung cancer, heart disease, emphysema, and may complicate pregnancy. Plus, even if you don't smoke, secondhand smoke will still give you these nasty diseases, and it may even be more potent than if you actually smoke yourself! So don't smoke!"
Connie was nonplussed. "How is this going to help me minutes before I die?"
"Well," JuJu said, "I got a buddy of mine who works in a lab to design this prototype for me." The Chief of Police reached into his pocket and brought out an extremely large cigar. "I call this the SuperSmoker 5000, with all of the latest tobacco-related technology present in this handy, compact form. The SuperSmoker is so powerful, it's designed to pack 50 years of constant smoking at a rate of two packs a day into one single puff. So, Connie, if you would, please try out this wondrous piece of technology for all of us here."
Connie, a bit put off, shrugged. "This had better be some *#%! good tobacco," she muttered, and then took the overly-large cigar from JuJu. After lighting it, she lifted it to her mouth and inhaled.
Her lungs. They were on fire. This was no metaphor either, they were literally on fire. Even though there was absolutely nothing in the lungs or material that the lungs themselves were made of that could catch on fire, somehow this crazy cigar was able to break the laws of physics, at least in regards to combustion. Connie's screams started getting louder and more and more inhuman as the flames spread, and for the first time the villagers could notice that something was wrong, as Connie's shirt was now visibly burning and smoke was pouring out of her mouth, nostrils, ears, and probably other parts too, but nobody could see those.
Eventually the screaming stopped, as Connie no longer had lungs to scream with. She fell to the ground, writhing in pain, her skin turning a violent shade of orange as the fire inside of her spread. Everybody started murmuring in shock. There it was, it was a rumor that everybody had heard about over the years, but now it was undeniably true: Connie, better known as Centurion1, was undergoing spontaneous combustion.
Before long Connie was only a pile of ashes on the execution platform, and JuJuBee was on the phone with his buddy, saying that the SuperSmoker needed some adjusting.
Fredo and Pete have been replaced. Fredo was Greyblades, Pete was a completely inoffensive name. The identities of their replacements will remain a mystery.
Day 6 tally:
Connie: 10 (Bobby, Angelo, Ralph, Bruno, Bugsy, Luigi, Richie, Vincent, Johnny, Salvatore) :skull:
Frank: 3 (Anne, Sonny, Fat Tony)
Anne: 1 (Paulie)
Abstained: 1 (Connie)
Didn't vote: 7 (Bertha, Emilio, Frank, Fredo, Giorgio, Luciano, Pete)
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Still alive: (21)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 6! The phase will last for 24 hours.
Post 443 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The reason for this quietness was because the mafioso had not revved up his chainsaw yet, a fact that he was about to change.
*BBBBRAPITA BBBBRAPITA BBBBRAPI-BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
Salvatore, who was closest to the racket, awoke with a start, turning to open the window and yell out, but then he found out another unpleasant truth a second later - he physically could not move, as being tightly strapped into your bed with roughly an entire roll of duct tape keeping you down would be enough to do that to you. Grimacing, Salvatore wondered who had committed this childish prank on him over the night. Had he voted for anyone in the previous days who had taken it personally? Was it just someone screwing around?
In any case, Salvatore forgot all about the consistent sound of the chainsaw as he tried to shimmy out of his duct tape prison. Despite all of Salvatore's efforts, it had little effect. His hands were his first priority, obviously, and he went to work on them, moving, back and forth, trying desperately yet still deliberately to provide even more of a half an inch of breathing room for his wrists, would be enough for him to get his hands free. If his hands were free, then the rest of the escape would come easier.
Five extremely difficult minutes later, Salvatore finally provided himself enough space where his hands could be of some use to him. Salvatore took a breather, wondering who on earth hated him to much to tie him up like this over the night. It was a pretty elaborate prank, after all -
The house rumbled. Suddenly, Salvatore remembered the chainsaw. Was somebody - was somebody actually trying to cut the house down on him? Stupid stupid stupid, he knew he should have sprung for an actual foundation when he bought the place years ago instead of just buying wooden stilts. But hey, it was a lot cheaper, and the economy was a lot worse back then, and he was looking for a job anyway, and -
*rumble CRASH!!!* The mafioso had finished his work.
There was similar "renovation" work that was happening on the other side of town. Paulie, who lived by the seaside, was also woken by a very loud noise that signified work of the malicious sort being done on his house. Unlike Salvatore, however, Paulie did not have to be meticulously duct taped to his bed in order to for the work to be completed while uninterrupted. For while Salvatore's house was done in by a simple chainsaw, the forces against Paulie's house were three bulldozers, lined up side-by-side, collectively packing enough force to push Paulie's house straight into the sea.
As Paulie, unhurt but in utter shock, paddled around his increasingly-flooding house, trying to make sense of what exactly happened, he noticed a crash through the window. In his rather compact room - which was still open to the sky, thanks to the bulldozers - he finally got an answer in a seal, which swam up to his broken window and entered the "room".
The first thing that Paulie noticed was that the seal, while still cute and adorable, was wearing something odd. It almost seemed like a helmet, perhaps even with a radio transmitter on the top of it. This use of this transmitter had to be practical, as it certainly didn't make the seal animal beauty contest material (if there even *were* beauty contests for seals). The seal was also carrying something. When Paulie stopped dog-paddling (he had never learned how to swim properly), he saw what it was - a bottle of gasoline. The seal emptied it right on him, and then swam away.
Cursing, Paulie tried to struggle away, but it was a losing battle. Not only did his lack of swimming skill hinder him in this effort, but there was also simply too much rubble. The gasoline was not helping things, either. He "swam" for about two minutes, accomplishing nothing aside from tiring himself out. And then, he saw it. Up in the air. A seagull, also wearing one of the helmets with the antenna on it. Carrying a flaming torch. Right above him. Which the seagull dropped. Right on top of -
FOOM.
A few buildings away, the mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," he said, "So it looks like we have two more deaths today. Salvatore, also known as Ashurnasirpal II, died when his house collapsed on him. Additionally, Paulie, who you know as B_Ray, died when, uh, *his* house collapsed on him and he was lit on fire. By, uh, a seal and a seagull. Yeah, I'm going to have to look into this. In the meantime, you guys all know what to do, so do it!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (20)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 6! Voting will last for approximately 24 hours.
WOG Warning: Emilio, Frank, Luciano. PMs are going out now. I no longer have replacement players lined up either.
Post 497 of main thread.
Day 6 in the Kingdom of Peace and Love and things were getting personal. People who had laid out cases against each other a few days prior were starting to shout more and gesticulate in order to be heard, and once that was accomplished, listened to. Insults and accusations, this time more serious than the ones that had come before, were being thrown around more readily. Finally, one or two people started yelling at nothing, almost as if picking a fight with the air.
This was the scene that Chief of Police JuJuBee presided over on Day 6.
The list of viable candidates for execution flew back and forth as the day progressed, but by the end of things there were two: Frank, who hadn't done much of anything over the past few days, and Bugsy, who had laid out numerous cases and even gotten a person or two lynched, and the living players were now turning on him. Bugsy, for his part, tried to mount a defense, giving and explanation of his actions and offering an alternative lynch candidate, with persuasive statements to back it up. Frank just sat motionless in his lawn chair.
As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, the increasingly-desperate Bugsy continued to talk away, hammering home his points with the same rigor as he had always done, although with maybe a bit more of an edge in his voice than he had ever done before. Clearly, this man did not want to die and he was laying it all out on the line for the villagers in what was perhaps his final hour on earth.
Frank just sat motionless in his lawn chair.
The sun set for good, and Bugsy, fresh off the last one of his speeches which did absolutely no good, slumped his shoulders in final defeat. He had kept a running tally of the day, a telling sign of his overall involvement and investment in the situation, and knew the score. He was down for the count. Bugsy, resigned to his fate, mounted the execution platform, prepared to face whatever means of execution the Chief of Police provided for him with dignity.
Frank just sat motionless in his chair.
The villagers observed Bugsy's execution with mixed reactions. He had gotten the most votes, yes, but it wasn't by much, and Bugsy did have his share of fans, if not followers, that had tried to defend him over the day. Many of them pondered this new change in direction for the Frontroom's villagers and how Bugsy's absence would affect future lynch proceedings, if indeed there were to be any. That was the effect Bugsy had on you, after all. His presence had galvanized the Frontroom and gotten everybody more involved, and if not that than it had least gotten them thinking. That presence would be there no longer.
Frank just sat motionless in his chair.
As JuJuBee cleared away the body of Bugsy, also known as Diamondeye, everybody began clearing out of the Frontroom square and returned to their homes for what would be another sleepless night. Everybody except Frank, of course, who remained motionless in his chair. It had turned out after all that Frank had actually died two days ago, passing away quietly, and it was just that nobody had noticed.
As the twilight expired and darkness fell over the Frontroom square, only the corpse of Frank, also known as spL1tp3r50naL1ty
remained. Well, Frank and the flies, of course.
Day 6 tally:
Bugsy: 5 (Luigi, Sonny, Angelo, Bobby, Richie) :skull:
Frank: 3 (Ralph, Emilio, Bruno) :skull:
Luigi: 3 (Pete, Anne, Bugsy)
Bobby: 1 (Fat Tony)
Ralph: 1 (Luciano)
Didn't vote: 6 (Bertha, Frank, Fredo, Giorgio, Johnny, Vincent)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (17)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Sonny
Vincent
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 7! Due to my work schedule, the round will last for 30 hours as opposed to the usual 24.
Post 503 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. For the mafioso had done all of his sawing during the night, as his target slept soundly and there was no birdsong to tip the noise balance in favor of waking up. There would be no need for a massive amount of duct tape for this one, either. The idea for this one was to keep the target moving, at least for a little while.
Ralph, a rather paranoid soul, arose and immediately his eyes darted around the room, searching for something suspicious. Anything that looked out of place would have instantly triggered Ralph's notice, as years of black ops training had left him as a very capable "something's not right" detector. A rug that had a corner crumpled up, a door left slightly ajar (or closed too much), the layer of dust on a flat surface perhaps a bit more fine than it should have been - these were all of these things that Ralph automatically checked for. He breathed a sigh of relief when his room was determined to be undisturbed.
The process continued as Ralph continued the morning routine, meticulously checking each of the bathroom, his kitchen, the foyer, and the other bathroom before clearing them and then actually physically entering the rooms in order to do his usual routine. With Ralph properly satisfied about the condition of his house, he began to let his guard down a bit. He cooked himself a delicious breakfast of pancakes, with bacon on the side and a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice to drink, and began to chow down before he realized that he was missing one critical ingredient to the perfect breakfast: his morning paper. For you see, while Ralph may have received black ops training in a lot of areas and was probably more technologically-inclined than 99% of the Frontroom (before its inhabitants had begun to die off), the one area that Ralph was old-school in was with his newspaper as opposed to getting his information from online sources. Nothing beat it, and he didn't care what anyone else said.
Ralph opened his front door, took in the morning air, and stepped out onto his front porch.
"WAAAA - OH GOD! AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaafztz*"
Poor Ralph, who had been so meticulous in his room checks, had in his haste to get his morning paper failed to check the outside of the house, and in doing so missed the extremely obvious trap door the mafioso had sawed into his porch the night before, a trap door that led directly to a container of sulfuric acid.
While Ralph was awoken naturally, since the mafioso's sawing was not loud enough to prematurely rouse him, the same was not the case for Luciano, who stirred when his ringing telephone pierced the morning silence. Groggily, he fumbled around for a bit before finally placing his hand on an object that felt close enough to a phone. Holding it up to his ear, he mumbled "hello?"
"Luciano!" came the voice on the other end of the line. "You need to get out of the house right away! Somebody set you up the bomb!"
Bomb. That word was enough to jar anyone awake, no matter how out-of-it they had been just a second ago. The same was the case for Luciano, who slammed down the phone, put on some sneakers, and bolted out of the house just seconds before the house exploded in a fiery blaze.
Across the street came Luciano's neighbor, the one who had called Luciano up to warn him, to view the aftermath. As was natural, Luciano immediately approached him, thanking him again and again for his life and starting to become incoherent with his glee that he was still alive despite no longer possessing anything valuable to his name. The neighbor let this pass for a few minutes, while Luciano finally calmed down and then asked him the question that probably should have been asked right from the start.
"How did you know there was a bomb in my house, anyway?"
"Don't you remember how you ran over my petunias last fall?" Luciano's neighbor said, "When your tires crushed those flowers, a part of me died." Luciano was now running the full gamut of emotions, going from grogginess to fear to adrenaline to grief to gratefulness, to now, confusion. Meanwhile, his neighbor continued to speak.
"But my flowers will be avenged. No longer will they cry out to me: 'Where is the justice for the one who did this to us?' and I can rest easy at night."
The gamut of emotions was starting to repeat itself. Luciano once again now felt fear as his truly insane neighbor took out a radio-controlled device. Who would kill over crushed petunias? Moreover, who would go to the trouble of planting a bomb in your house, warning you about it, and then monologuing you just so he could kill you?
A mafioso, that's who.
"So I planted that bomb in order to force you outside," the mafioso finished. "Now - attack, raccoons!" He pressed a button on his radio-controlled device, and before Luciano could do anything a horde of angry, possibly rabid raccoons leaped down from the nearby trees lining the sidewalk and began mauling him to death. The gamut of emotions now stopped, as Luciano was no longer capable of ever feeling an emotion again.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee summoned everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," he said, "The butcher's bill is the usual two today. We have Ralph, also known as White_eyes:D, who died by falling into a vat of acid. Well, at least I think it's Ralph, anyway, as there really wasn't any body to recover. It was at his house though and considering he's not here right now... yeah. Also, we have Luciano, who you know as Ignoramus, falling victim to a gaze of raccoons. And before you ask, yes, 'gaze' is one of the grammatically-correct ways to refer to a group of raccoons. See, you learn something new every day! Anyways, get voting!"
WOG Warning: Giorgio. PM will be going out in a bit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (15)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luigi
Pete
Richie
Sonny
Vincent
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 7! Voting will last for 24 hours.
Post 542 of main thread.
With fifteen townspeople left (meaning over 20 had already fallen victim, and in such a short time too), there was precious little space to hide, both literally and figuratively. Since there were far fewer people to analyze, one of the few remaining guarantees to all of the townspeople was that they *would* be analyzed, sooner or later. For the eternal paradox was that even though the list of people to analyze was ever-shrinking, the amount of analysts always seemed to remain the same.
Today, it was Vincent's turn to be analyzed. And he knew the result beforehand.
This was the way things worked nowadays. People would deliver a case on a single target. That case and that target would become the primary focus of discussion for the day. Oh sure, there may be sub-discussions going on, but these were usually ignored, shunted off to the side. Perhaps the sub-discussions might one day rise to the forefront, perhaps not. In the meantime, the main discussion continued. Out of an obligatory sense of "making [the target] squirm, a few votes were placed on the target, in this case Vincent. Sometimes the target would say a few things, sometimes not. In this case, Vincent, as he walked up to the execution platform, couldn't even remember if he had bothered to mount a defense or not. After all, the ending was predetermined. How they had gotten there was inconsequential.
After the initial case had been made and the votes started to pile up (and maybe after Vincent had made a hypothetical initial defense) the inevitable backlash would start to pop up. This was the one thing that Vincent had been counting on to save him from his sentence. Far more effective than the secondary discussions or spirited defenses, sometimes the backlash would be good enough to shift the voting towards the secondary target for the day, sometimes not. The townspeople, it seemed, were always more keen to follow a presumably-neutral third party rather than one of the two belligerents involved for the day.
Today, however, the inevitable backlash just didn't have enough gas. Vincent went down by a margin of two votes over his nearest competition and prepared for the execution. Today's method of sentencing would at least be memorable for the people watching it: he would get a pot of molten gold poured on his head ("I saw it on a TV show recently and it looked cool," Chief of Police JuJuBee had said, almost apologetically). Silently watching over the dwindling crowd of fourteen, Vincent, better known as autolycus, seemed, if not at peace with himself, at least somewhat satisfied that nothing too out-of-the-ordinary had happened this today.
For the people of the Kingdom of Peace and Love, this was all in a now-usual day's work.
Day 7 tally:
Vincent: 4 (Sonny, Angelo, Anne, Johnny) :skull:
Bobby: 2 (Bertha, Fat Tony)
Bruno: 1 (Bobby)
Abstained: 2 (Giorgio, Luigi)
Didn't vote: 6 (Bruno, Emilio, Fredo, Pete, Richie, Vincent)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (14)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luigi
Pete
Richie
Sonny
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 8! The round will last for approximately 23 hours.
Post 551 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The mafioso had once again gotten an early start to the day's proceedings, picking up a few bottles of a certain flavored spray and spreading around his target's house, specifically his target. By the time this person would wake up, the mafioso would be long gone.
Bobby woke up, rubbing his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the smell. The usual oh-so-pleasant morning aroma of halitosis whenever he exhaled was replaced by something far more pleasing, if a bit out of place: peanuts. For some unconscious reason Bobby felt like going to the circus, or perhaps attending a baseball game. Nonetheless, Bobby made his way to the kitchen to prepare himself a nice peanut butter and jelly sand - no, that was foolish. Who ate PB and Js for breakfast, anyway? No, Bobby would make himself a nice omelet, or perhaps bacon and eggs - slathered in some peanut butter, perhaps - no!
Bobby's somewhat amusing internal monologue was interrupted by a squirrel hopping onto the kitchen table, staring at Bobby intently.
"Oh *#%!" Bobby muttered to himself, realizing the implications in an instant. Bobby, who after all had been fairly active in the voting of days past, had studied the killings, particularly the most recent ones. He knew about the animals, about the spray. Three more squirrels entering Bobby's kitchen only confirmed things.
He would not stick around like the others, only realizing too late. Bobby immediately dropped everything he was doing and ran for the door. To his credit, Bobby was just about to get in his car and shut the door before the horde of hungry squirrels overcame him.
Across town, Pete had managed to make it into his car without incident, seeing as he had not been sprayed with a massive amount of squirrel-attractor. However, the problem for Pete, unfortunately, was what happened after he got in his car.
Somehow, Pete's car had gotten hooked up to a tow truck while he was still driving it. Pete still wasn't sure of the exact specifics of this action, but he did know that a) it happened, and b) his car was now completely at the tow truck's mercy. Pete, after trying every manageable out that he could think of, embraced his predicament for the time being and instead of trying to resist, decided to make the best of his situation and turned up the radio so that he could at least listen to some nice music.
However, the mafioso wouldn't even allow that, pressing a button on his radio controller that changed the song that Pete was listening to.
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Pete, utterly defeated, started screaming. The mafioso in his tow truck drove around aimlessly for about 20 minutes, allowing the song to be repeated over and over and over. Finally, the mafioso had decided that enough was enough, and swung the tow truck around suddenly. This unexpected movement finally allowed Pete's car to be unlatched from the tow truck, but the problem was that it now went flying... right through the Chief of Police's office.
The office, as one might imagine, was wrecked. There was twisted metal and broken glass everywhere - the broken glass from both the windows and, unfortunately, JuJuBee's ruined Judy Garland pictures. Further complicating things was the fact that Pete was now bleeding out, being having been impaled on a golden mini-obelisk also present in the office. Ironically enough, the obelisk was actually a trophy that JuJu had received last year in recognition of having the fewest impalings in the state the previous year.
"I've been obelisk'd!" Pete said with his dying breath, with "It's A Small World" playing in his brain as he expired.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
Well, he would have, had JuJu been able to find his voice. Disconsolate beyond belief over the wrecking of his office, he just used sign language to tell everyone that Bobby was Romanic and Pete was Secura.
WOG Warning: Emilio.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (12)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luigi
Richie
Sonny
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Player list:
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It is now Day 8! Voting will last for 24 hours.
Post 609 of main thread.
Twelve of them were now left, twelve out of a once-thriving village. Their numbers had been thirded of what they were. So, only a lucky dozen remained, thirteen if you counted the trusty Chief of Police JuJuBee. A few of the villagers noted these numbers and their possible implications considering their situation, but they said nothing. The time was past joking for all of them. Their lives, their reputations, their town was on the line here.
Even though there were far fewer of them less to talk, they all now had more to say now that things were really starting to be at stake. Longer, more elaborate cases were being made. Some of these were even - gasp! - being followed up on. People - well, some of them, at any rate - were making educated decisions on who to lynch. Who knows, maybe this day would finally end things once and for all and put this miserable week on wraps.
Maybe.
Today's lynch choice, after a serious back-and-forth between three candidates, was Johnny. Johnny had been a mostly reliable voter, establishing himself a decent record. Unfortunately for Johnny, this having of a record also meant that it was a lot easier to make a case on him, and the votes started to pile on, a mixture of the case and self-preservation and people just trying to put their names on the "voted" list for today. It looked like it would be tied for a while and Johnny would have an out, but a late surge in his direction sealed things.
"Okay, Johnny," the Chief of Police said as the condemned mounted the execution platform in front of the small crowd, "Do you have any last words?"
"Yes," Johnny started to say, and then he was whacked over the head with a baseball bat.
"TOO BAD!" JuJu yelled. "I wanted to say some last words for my Judy Garland pictures, but no! Those were irreparably damaged because some lowlife decided it would be a good idea to ruin my office by flinging an entire car through the window! Plus, 'It's A Small World' was still playing on the radio when I got in! Do you know how traumatic that is for a person?! Do you?! DO YOU???!?! So no, you don't get any last words. Life isn't fair, mafioso!"
Johnny, completely taken aback by JuJuBee's outburst, stammered for a second, and then finally managed to get something out. "Y-you can't prove that I did that..."
"The town says you did it, so you're a mafioso!!!" JuJu screamed, raising his bat high in the air. "You killed all those villagers! You've been leading the town astray for over a week! YOU RUINED MY JUDY GARLAND SHRINE!!! YOU'RE A MAFIOSO AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!!!!!!!!" He brought the bat down on Johnny's head again and again, far longer than necessary, and only after the remaining townspeople nervously edged out of the Frontroom square did JuJuBee stop and collect himself. Johnny, better known as Populus Romanus, was nearly unrecognizable.
Day 8 tally:
Johnny: 5 (Anne, Angelo, Richie, Fredo, Luigi) :skull:
Anne: 3 (Bruno, Johnny, Emilio)
Richie: 3 (Fat Tony, Bertha, Giorgio)
Fat Tony: 1 (Sonny)
Didn't vote: None! :cheerleader: There, was that so hard, guys? I expect this level of activity to be maintained from here on out.
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Still alive: (11)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fredo
Giorgio
Luigi
Richie
Sonny
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 9! The round will last for 23 hours.
ANNOUNCEMENT: Starting on Day 9, Mafia X will enter the endgame phase. I will list the rule changes that take affect along with the kills tomorrow.
Post ??? of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. If there was anyone alive to look at the sky, though, they would see that this would no longer gradually be the case. The already-unpleasant gray that had gradually coated the Kingdom of Peace and Love over the past week or so got even darker as something lower than the clouds moved in. Nobody knew exactly what it was, but they did know two things: one, it was big. Two, *flap flap flap*.
Flap flap flap flap flap.
Fredo, whose house was closest to the incoming storm, ran and got his binoculars to get a better look before venturing outside. As he put them to his eye, he gasped. It was easily the largest flock of seagulls he had ever seen, enough to nearly blot out the sun if the clouds already present had not done so. What was even more interesting was that the seagulls, each and every single one of them, was wearing what looked like a mini-helmet with a small antenna sticking out from the top of it. Furthermore, each seagull was carrying in its talons a crab, all of which were also somehow wearing a mini-helmet with a small antenna sticking out from the top of it.
Fredo blinked in utter amazement of what he was seeing, and then realized the implications of it. Dropping the binoculars, he ran back into his house, hoping that the gulls were headed for another target.
Flap flap flap flap flap.
A crunching sound coming from his chimney and fireplace. Terrified, Fredo rushed over to see what was the matter, and then he saw it. Each of the seagulls had dropped its crab down the chimney. All of the crabs, as soon as they landed, were scurrying out to make room for their fellow crabs - and there were a lot of crabs to make room for. Poor Fredo didn't have a chance. Transfixed by the sight of the multitude of crabs pouring out of his chimney, he could only stand there, dumbstruck, as the crabs quickly overcame him and the rest of the house. As Fredo died, he thought he heard a faint noise in his ears, something different from the flapping. It sounded something like this:
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A few buildings away, the mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
*ding dong*
Giorgio opened the door. "Hello?" he asked.
"Deliveryman," said a man wearing an old-fashioned uniform. He was holding an extremely large flower that was open and had tiny hairs on its inner, exposed surface. "We at, uh, PlantCo, decided that despite the mafia attack going on and on and threatening the extinction of the town, that was no reason to halt the further advances and appreciation of plantkind everywhere. So, on behalf of PlantCo, as a sort of congratulations for surviving this long, we'd like you to have this." With some difficulty, he thrust the extremely large flower into Giorgio's hands.
"Wow," said Giorgio, still not believing. "Uh, thanks? Out of curiosity, what kind of plant is it?"
"The scientific name for this breed is the Dionaea muscipula," the deliveryman said. "As you might imagine, a flower this large takes a lot of effort to maintain, so I suggest that you water it at least twice a day."
"Yes, of course," Giorgio said. "Finally, I have something to do aside from vote and wait around to die! Thanks, Mister Deliveryman!"
"You're quite welcome," the deliveryman said. "Well, I'd best be off." And before Giorgio said anything he tipped his cap and slipped out the door, leaving Giorgio to admire his new flower. For some reason he was captivated by those tiny hairs on its inner, exposed surface. Thinking he would water it shortly, Giorgio could not resist the urge to see what those hairs felt like, and he ran his hands over one of them delicately.
*SNAP!*
Just like that, Giorgio was gone, devoured and in the process of being digested by the Dionaea muscipula - better known as the Venus Flytrap.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee summoned everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," he said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that nobody ruined my office today and I'm in the process of starting a new Judy Garland shrine!"
"What's the bad news?" somebody called out.
"Two more of you have died," JuJu fired back. "The victims today were Fredo, also known as Believer, and Giorgio, who you know as ArpeggiateTHIS. Considering how there are now fewer than ten of you alive, I suggest you get down to business with your executions, eh?"
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Still alive: (9)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Luigi
Richie
Sonny
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 9! Voting will last for 24 hours.
ANNOUNCEMENT: Mafia X has officially entered the endgame phase. As is custom, there are a few rule changes. First, voting "abstain" is no longer allowed. You must register a valid vote for a living player in order for it to be counted. And yes, the WOG is still in play if you miss too many phases. Additionally, I have struck through all the names of the dead players on the player list in order to help you out with who's remaining. Best of luck to our remaining players!
There is a three-way tie between Angelo, Fat Tony, and Anne. You have 12 hours to break it.
Day 9 tally:
Angelo: 3 (Bertha, Fat Tony, Emilio)
Fat Tony: 3 (Sonny, Luigi, Richie)
Anne: 3 (Angelo, Bruno, Anne)
Post 732 of main thread.
The Frontroom was clouding over. Certainly, it had been gradually becoming more and more overcast on average over the past nine days, but today seemed doubly the case, with the large nimbostratus and cumulonimbus clouds replacing that of the old stratus clouds. With this ominous backdrop to the proceedings, the voting was its most tense, closest, and nastiest yet.
The votes shuffled back and forth between three people all day: Fat Tony jumped out to the early lead, but after a while his defense of himself plus a backlash against his voters led Angelo to believe that he would finally be executed, but after there was more exasperation and arguing, Anne received a late surge in votes, the climax of which was that Anne, exasperated, placed a vote on herself and then left the Frontroom square entirely, saying that she was off to go watch some TV and eat a nice meal back at her house. This left the remaining eight villagers dumbfounded, but voting - if not life - went on.
At sunset, Chief of Police JuJuBee, as per custom, called an end to voting, but a quick tally confirmed his worst - well, second worst, save for the mafia utterly eliminating the town; that and finding and destroying his larger Judy Garland shrine back at his house... okay, third worst - fear. Each of the three candidates had three votes on him or her. JuJu's usual method of breaking ties, wiping votes and starting over, wouldn't work here, not with so few people left and the lines so clearly drawn. The Chief of Police decided that everything would stay the same and he would wait until the twilight faded. Surely, *somebody* would be convinced to go elsewhere with their vote in that time, he reasoned.
Time passed. With the sun already having set, the twilight quickly darkened. The villagers, for their part, mostly milled around. Yes, there was some arguing that was done, and the air especially seemed to wisp around, almost forming coherent words, but for the most part there was silence. Even near the end of things, Anne wandered back into the square, noted that voting still hadn't stopped, and sat down, eating a sandwich she had bought from somewhere.
Finally, with the sky in the west turning from dark green to navy blue to black, someone made a move. Fat Tony, growing increasingly nervous about what would happen once the twilight ran out, decided that he had enough. Stepping up to the execution platform aside JuJuBee, he cleared his throat and spoke to the villagers. "If Anne is so rash as to vote for herself and then have the nerve to ditch all of us at this critical point, then I say she deserves what she gets. And what she gets is a trip straight to Mafioso Hell. I change my vote to Anne!" JuJuBee nodded, and looked up at the sky until it finally turned a uniform black. There were no more vote changes.
Grabbing Anne, the Chief of Police took the condemned up to the execution platform, wheeling her around to face the crowd. "Anne," he said, with none of his previous trademark amiability and joviality in his voice, "you have hereby been founded guilty of being a mafioso and are sentenced to death. Do you have any last words?"
"Yes," said Anne, seeing JuJuBee take a .357 Magnum out of his holster out of the corner of her eye, "This isn't over. And you all know it."
Anne, also known as Askthepizzaguy, died a second later, leaving her words to resonate with the eight remaining townspeople as the thunderheads rolled in above.
Day 9 tally:
Anne: 4 (Angelo, Anne, Bruno, Fat Tony) :skull:
Fat Tony: 3 (Sonny, Luigi, Richie)
Angelo: 2 (Bertha, Emilio)
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Still alive: (8)
Angelo
Bertha
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Luigi
Richie
Sonny
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 10! This phase will last until Tuesday, July 5th, at 06:00 US Eastern time (GMT-4).
Post 746 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The thunderheads, having rolled in the previous evening, were threatening to dump an unholy amount of rain and misery upon the Kingdom of Peace and Love. And so they did. Due to the extreme shortage of manpower in the town (there were only six denizens left, after all, seven if you counted the Chief of Police) it did not take long for the power to go out. The Frontroom was, for the foreseeable future, utterly in the dark. The lack of the electric hum that all of the villagers had gotten used to without even knowing it only added to the rain's pounding effect, almost as if it was trying to drum home a point.
There was only one electrical appliance in the entire village that still worked: Sonny's treadmill, which for some inexplicable reason had kept right on whirring despite the power outage. This was fine with Sonny, as he was in the middle of working out and this way did not have to cut his run short. You see, Sonny had been using and abusing this treadmill for the past few days. Sonny knew the odds, after all. The number of villagers was rapidly, steadily decreasing. The mafia were killing two a night, and the villagers were only lynching one per day. The numbers said that they would be coming for him soon. Sonny planned to run as fast and as far as he could, tire the mafiosi out, and then either keep running or perhaps even turn the tables.
He finished his workout as per normal, stepping off the treadmill and pressing the "power" button. Nothing happened. The treadmill kept right on whirring. Sonny, a bit perturbed by now, pressed it again. Nothing. Well, he figured, it only made a twisted sort of sense, since the treadmill had survived a massive blackout, of course it would survive somebody merely turning it off. Sonny went for the plug and removed it from its outlet. Still nothing happened.
It was only at this point that Sonny realized that the treadmill had a large antenna sticking out of it, an antenna that was most certainly NOT there previously. "Uh-oh."
*Ka-Sproink!!!*
All of a sudden, the bottom casing of the treadmill fell off, relayed by a radio-controlled command no doubt, leaving no barrier between the treadmill's still-moving conveyor and the ground. At this point the laws of physics took over and the treadmill itself started to move: right at Sonny. Sonny took off upon witnessing this turn of events, but knew it would only be a matter of time. You could outrun a mafioso but you couldn't outrun a machine you trained on. Sonny also knew that he hadn't been training on the treadmill's highest speed setting, which it would most undoubtedly be set on now.
With all of this in mind, Sonny gave a halfhearted run for his life, trying to escape the house into the rain where hopefully the treadmill would short-circuit, but it was not to be. The treadmill ran him down six steps from the front door and ground poor Sonny into bits.
Across town, Richie was sleeping right through the storm and the power outage. He, like the rest of the townspeople, had had extreme difficulty sleeping as the mafia attack wore on, but last night Richie, stressed out beyond the point of human endurance, had finally relented and taken everything he had in his medicine cabinet to help him pass the night. Melatonin, some Nyquil, even a bit of elephant tranquilizer - all of it went into his system, and the result was that Richie was out like a light.
The downside to this, of course, was that it would take roughly a Krakatoa-sized noise to wake Richie up before he was ready. The sound of a mafioso climbing up a ladder, opening up his window, and dropping a soft bag on the ground was certainly not enough to do it. As the mafioso climbed back down the ladder and walked back to his car in the thunder and the torrential downpour, he could only imagine how his latest victim would go.
Inside the bag was a species of particularly deadly, poisonous mosquitoes, and not just one either, but roughly a thousand. All of them were female as well. Soon, as was natural, they escaped from their bag and honed in on their one target, needing, after all, to feed before they reproduced. Still, their incessant buzzing was not enough to wake up poor Richie.
As a matter of fact, even after the massive amount of bites that Richie began taking he only then began to stir before the poison knocked him back unconscious and eventually killed him.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered the remaining villagers into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," he said, the grim expression now firmly a part of his face, "As you can see, there are six of us left, the mafia are still killing, and it is very wet out here. Therefore, I implore you with two tasks for today. One, be quick about voting, as we all want to get dry. Two, be *right* about voting, as an incorrect lynch here could possibly mean extinction for all of us!"
With those ominous words left hanging over the townspeople until the latest peel of thunder drowned it out, they began voting for a tenth day.
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Still alive: (6)
Angelo
Bertha
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Luigi
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Renata (Sonny)
Beefy187 (Richie)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 10! Voting will last until Wednesday at 14:00 US Eastern (GMT-4).
Post 777 of main thread.
Sunset.
At least, there would have been a sunset if the rain hadn't been pouring down all day. The best that Chief of Police JuJuBee could do was estimate - that and have the exact time of sunset on his mobile phone, and use that information in tandem with his watch to determine the exact minute to end voting.
By the end, the rain was still crashing down and the lightning was still around them, none of the severe weather showing absolutely any sign of improvement. The power was still out, and the six survivors were all miserable, miserable at the rain, miserable at each other, miserable at their entire situation. All they wanted was for it to be over. But they would have to wait at least the night to see if this was the case. Despite all of the yelling and finger-pointing that had been done, a lot of them seeming to curse their dead comrades and even the wind for putting them in this situation, their lynch candidate for the day was someone who was somewhat out of left field: Bertha, who had never really previously been in any danger.
Bertha, shocked, tried to scream out a case, but it was in vain as the wind picked that exact moment to start howling even louder. Bertha's next strategy to get out of this was flat-out escape, but about five steps into her mad dash for freedom she tripped over the slippery ground of the Frontroom square and went sprawling. Trying desperately to crawl/get herself back on her feet, Bertha didn't get far before a hand clamped down on her fleshy shoulder. The Chief of Police was there, that grim expression still on his face, dragging her back to the execution platform.
Except this time he went farther than the execution platform, disappearing into one of the tall buildings that outlined the open square. Several minutes later, a flash of lightning illuminated where the two of them had gone off to: Both JuJu and Bertha were at the top of said building, outside, exposed to the rain, with the Chief of Police tying poor Bertha up to the building's lightning rod, which had not yet been hit yet in the day-long storm. After this had been accomplished, he hang-glided down back to the five remaining villagers, taking one look up at the trapped Bertha.
"Alright," JuJuBee said to the five remaining villagers. "That lightning will be attracted to the rod soon enough, and Bertha, who you know as Captain Blackadder, will feel the sweet reemergence of electricity in her life. I suggest you all go to sleep. Hopefully this will be the end of it."
Day 10 tally:
Bertha: 4 (Angelo, Luigi, Fat Tony, Emilio) :skull:
Luigi: 2 (Bruno*, Bertha)
*Bruno switched his vote over from Luigi to Bertha but it was invalid as he forgot to unvote. Yes, I'm going to be a stickler for this in the endgame.
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Still alive: (5)
Angelo
Bruno
Emilio
Fat Tony
Luigi
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Renata (Sonny)
Beefy187 (Richie)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Captain Blackadder (Bertha)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 11! The round will last for 24 hours.
Post 792 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet.
Chief of Police JuJuBee, noticing a draft in his office, poked around the Frontroom Police Department until he came to a usually-locked door labelled "Armory". The lock was smashed and the door was kicked open. Peering inside, JuJuBee didn't really notice anything was different, until he came to the wall on the far side of the room. Normally taken up by a very large axe, the sort of thing an extremely manly and powerful Canadian lumberjack would use, the wall was instead empty.
"Uh-oh," JuJu said to himself, aware of the implications.
Bruno couldn't sleep. He would not be so foolish as to take melatonin, Nyquil, and elephant tranquilizer unlike his dearly departed friend Richie. Not with the odds of surviving so low tonight. He would instead try to fall asleep by slowly tuning out to the steady patter of raindrops on his window, while still remaining alert enough to deal with any potential threats to come into his home.
The problem was the thunder and lightning. It was three things not conducive to good sleep: loud, bright, and irregular. Bruno had no idea of predicting when it would next come, which kept him unfortunately awake, his reflexes becoming less and less effective as the need for sleep became ever greater but it would still not come. He was a prisoner to predict when the next streak of lightning followed by the inevitable crash of thunder would come.
*CRASH!*
There it was, but it sounded different. Closer. And there was - yes, that was most definitely the sound of broken glass. That was most definitely a draft of wind and rain coming through his window. Someone had most definitely broken into his room. Unable to turn the light on (the power was still out), Bruno had to squint to see a large figure dressed as a lumberjack, holding an impressive-looking axe.
"Hi, I'm here to do a survey about your police protection," the mafioso said ridiculously, but for some reason Bruno went along with it, probably because he was too dazed to do anything else at the moment. "Overall, how safe would you say you feel with JuJuBee protecting you and keeping order in the Frontroom?" He said all of this as his impressive silhouette held up the axe menacingly.
"Uh... not very," Bruno managed.
"Excellent," the mafioso said. "Now then, would you feel more or less safe if Beirut was still the Chief of Police here?
"Beirut?" Bruno was confused.
The mafioso was taken aback. "Do you not remember Beirut? Ah well, let me tell you a story. Beirut was the first Chief of Police here, from 2006 to 2008-9 or so. Unlike with JuJuBee, he had an absolute iron fist when dealing with the mafia, let me tell you. Most of his executions were done here with this very axe, and all of the mafiosi who ever attacked this town lived in fear of that man and his axe. Even though Beirut gave the Frontroom the name 'Kingdom of Peace and Love,' man, he defended this place with the fury of a beserker. Not like today..." The mafioso trailed off, clearly reminiscing about better days.
Bruno, in a moment of clarity, finally snapped awake. He knew what to do. Reaching under his pillow, he took out a pistol which he had prepared for any instance such as this that might arise. Aiming it at the mafioso, he prepared to fire, but the mafioso was too quick, with one swing of his axe not removing the gun from Bruno's hand but removing Bruno's hand from the rest of his arm. As Bruno screamed in pain, the mafioso smiled, raising his axe high.
"And so it comes down to this," the mafioso said. "To quote Jeremiah 51:20 - 'Thou art my battle axe and weapons of war: for with thee will I break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms!'" He swung the axe down a second time, this time connecting with Bruno's neck.
Luigi had had enough. Enough of the threat of being killed, enough of the incredibly stressful votes day after day, enough after the wind itself seemingly had been out to get him for days now. He was leaving this town, leaving it to whatever fate it would have. Good riddance.
Of course, poor Luigi should have known better by now that anything electronic was not to be trusted. When Luigi went out in the morning to make his escape, he failed to notice that someone had attached a second, larger antenna to his car.
Just as Luigi was reaching the city limits (yes, the Frontroom *does* have a border), the second antenna took over. Luigi found himself no longer in control of the car as it steered itself around, keeping him within the city limits and heading towards a large warehouse. Just as Luigi was about to crash, the double doors swung open and the car proceeded inside. The car came to a stop as Luigi formulated a new plan: unbuckle himself, smash through the window, and run for his life. However, the car was not cooperating. Even the seatbelt refused to come undone, keeping Luigi a prisoner in his own car.
He could only sit and watch as - hey, this never happened before! - and oddly-placed sunroof opened, right above his head as opposed to the middle of the car. Luigi was absolutely positive that there was no such sunroof there even one day ago. Luigi was now starting to sweat.
*Snap!* The seatbelts finally came undone. Luigi had a half a second to scramble out for freedom - no. The next instant he found himself launching through the air, the victim of a newly-installed ejector seat. This had also not been previously part of his car, Luigi was sure of. Luigi had the nerve to look up, and found himself heading straight for a giant green pipe. Terrified beyond comprehension, Luigi could only hold on to dear life as the pipe's pneumatic system kept Luigi going.
The pipe started twisting and turning as Luigi's hellish ride continued. Along the way, he felt a series of splotches of paint (green), as well as the sounds of duct tape - things were being taped to his hands and back, what felt like a plunger and tape recorder. Luigi, though, was past the point of caring, only wanting things to end. And finally, they did, with him being launched out of the pipe which was placed at a 45-degree angle to the ground.
Luigi went screaming through the pouring rain, almost getting caught by a flash of lightning, until he finally landed across town in the Chief of Police's newly-renovated office, once again smashing through JuJuBee's window and ruining his Judy Garland shrine. Once Luigi finally died of his wounds, the pulse-activated tape recorder on his back kicked in, playing the following over and over again:
"It's-a me, Luigi! Also, Ingrid Bergman was better."
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered the remaining villagers into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay, everyone," he said to the three villagers left, "so it all comes down to this. Beirut's axe is missing, my Judy Garland shrine is ruined yet again, and the Frontroom is now officially on the verge of extinction. The two deaths today were Bruno, also known as Ibn-Khaldun, and Luigi, better known as glyphz. Honor their memory and the rest of the ghosts of this poor town by getting this lynch right and finishing the mafia for good!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (3)
Angelo
Emilio
Fat Tony
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Renata (Sonny)
Beefy187 (Richie)
Ibn-Khaldun (Bruno)
glyphz (Luigi)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Captain Blackadder (Bertha)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 11 - the final day. Voting will last for 24 hours. Best of luck, you three.
Post 853 of main thread.
For some reason, Chief of Police JuJuBee had a Bruce Springsteen song stuck in his head. He wasn't sure of the exact title, but knew it was one of The Boss's earlier tunes, maybe even predating Born To Run. The connotations were completely off, the song had something to do with teenagers going down to a spot called Greasy Lake to party. Nevertheless, the song was there to stay, and as JuJuBee mourned the loss of his backup Judy Garland shrine and counted the votes for the 11th time (and there were only three this time, thank God for small favors) the tale of Hazy Davy and Crazy Janey spun through his head.
The dance had begun for the last time, this time a troika between Angelo, Emilio, and Fat Tony. It began normally enough, with the latter two immediately accusing each other and dropping votes against each other. This left Angelo in quite a powerful position, but in a bit of gallows humor (it seemed that even after 11 days of torture, Angelo's spirit was not yet broken) Angelo self-voted, if only temporary. That's when the troika began to spin faster.
After a time, the partners changed. Angelo, perhaps realizing that now was not quite the best time for gallows humor, took his vote and put it on the ever-quiet Emilio, who had remained a consistent if not very vocal presence throughout the mafia attack. For the first time, Emilio was in serious danger of being lynched. However, the partners weren't done changing. As the imaginary music sped up (both in JuJu's head and the metaphorical music of the danse macabre), Emilio moved his vote over to Angelo, his sense of self-preservation apparently overriding anything else. Angelo, now after 11 days finally starting to get nervous, moved his vote over yet again, this time to Fat Tony.
In the short time remaining of Angelo's life, he reflected that this was probably not a good move. The reason was that his vote was now on the one person who had still yet to make a second move in the dance. As the three continued whirling around, there was more discussion and the wind, as always, seemed to swirl around all three of them, having its say. Finally, Fat Tony made his move, switching his vote from Emilio over to Angelo.
The music stopped, the dancers done for good. There was more discussion, but JuJuBee knew that there would be no more switching of votes. It was pointless. Hoping against hope that Fat Tony and Emilio had gotten things right, he moved over and took Angelo by the shoulders, Angelo who had survived so much, Angelo who was now finally condemned to guilt. He looked over at the two survivors. Fat Tony was wearing an expression of relief that it wasn't him. Emilio's face was unreadable. He had retreated, disappeared once more back into the shadows which had been more or less his home for the past 11 days.
"Angelo," JuJuBee said simply, "Your fate." And there it was, right on the execution platform: a tank filled to the brim with two things: water, and several sharks with frickin' laser beams on their heads. The sharks started to swim faster, involved in a dance of their own, almost as if they knew what was coming. JuJu leaned over the tank, produced a needle from somewhere, and poked his index finger once with it. A single drop of blood splashed into the tank, enough to send the sharks over the heads. A couple of laser beams fired off in the distance.
"In you go," said JuJuBee, pushing Angelo, also known as TheLastDays, into the tank as the sharks quickly went to town on his corpse. He hoped that this execution would meet up to old Beirut's standards, Beirut whose legendary axe was still missing from his office. He hoped a search would have it produced in Angelo's house.
JuJu stood alone atop the execution platform, looking off into the distance, staring out at the nearly-empty town. In the more immediate foreground, the two remaining villagers, Crazed Rabbit and Kagemusha were staring each other down.
Day 11 tally:
Angelo: 2 (Emilio, Fat Tony) :skull:
Fat Tony: 1 (Angelo)
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Still alive: (2)
Emilio
Fat Tony
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Renata (Sonny)
Beefy187 (Richie)
Ibn-Khaldun (Bruno)
glyphz (Luigi)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Captain Blackadder (Bertha)
TheLastDays (Angelo)
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Post 876 of main thread.
The scene was almost picturesque. In a rather large town square flanked by buildings, its size magnified by its emptiness, Chief of Police JuJuBee stood on an execution platform elevated about two feet off the ground, taking the sight in. In the background, the usual buildings. The power had been restored, finally, but they still seemed empty as there was nobody inside to use them. There was nobody in the Frontroom, period. These three were it. In the foreground, the emptiness. In the more immediate foreground, the final two villagers, Crazed Rabbit and Kagemusha, staring each other down. They were not only equidistant from each other but also from the edges of JuJuBee's vision. An artist would have been proud.
The song in JuJu's head changed. While still Springsteen (and early Springsteen at that), the lyrical content couldn't have been more different. The last song was about teenagers having one last good time down by Greasy Lake before the summer ended. This one spoke of being caught up in the flood. Of madness. Of blood running through the streets. JuJu tried to get it out of his head, afraid of the implications, but, like any song you did not want in your head, trying to get it out only further ingrained it.
The two men drew their weapons, Emilio/Kagemusha a large axe that looked a lot like the old Chief of Police's, and Fat Tony/Crazed Rabbit an assault rifle. For one horrible moment JuJuBee was afraid that they would each cut each other down and he would be the only person alive in this godforsaken place that was once known as the Kingdom of Peace and Love. But the two men showed more restraint than that, only continuing to hold up their weapons of choice and slowly walk towards each other.
"Nice axe," CR said, a completely flat tone to his voice. "Where'd you get it? Beirut's old office?"
"I picked it up from Angelo's old house, scum," Kage replied in an equally flat tone. "I was going to present it to the Chief of Police as it now belongs to him, but then you had to go and shove an assault rifle in my face. An assault rifle which is most definitely in violation of the Frontroom's Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act, which makes you a mafioso."
"And how would you know?" CR asked. "You seem to be pretty well-versed about what is and isn't illegal in these parts."
Finally, someone showed some emotion. Kage laughed. "My friend, I've been here since 2006. I'm as old as this axe here." And with CR's weapon still trained upon him, Kagemusha walked over to the baffled JuJuBee (who had drawn his own gun at this point), and returned the axe to the new Chief of Police.
"Well, what do you know?" CR said, now also showing emotion. "So have I!"
The two men walked right up to each other, but did not open fire or do anything else that would be considered hostile to each other.
Instead they embraced.
Oh, *#%!.
JuJuBee's mind was running a mile a minute, trying to process the implications - all the ominous, horrible, implications - of this latest move when he noticed another pair of eyes staring at him: a rabbit, emerging through one of the buildings. Then there was another one, coming from the side. JuJuBee noticed rabbits coming out from behind cars, staring at him through windows, standing on all sides of the Frontroom square, every single one staring at him, unblinkingly. The artist's picture from before had turned into a nightmare.
Through all of this, there was one thing that the Chief of Police did not see: Kagemusha had drawn a katana.
As the rabbits started to advance, their leader, Crazed Rabbit, started monologuing. Speaking at first seemingly to the wind, he began his tirade. "See?" he cried out. "I said I would do it again, didn't I? Even without The Truth, I am victorious! The Frontroom has been utterly depopulated by my hand, again! Where so many have failed, I have now succeeded twice! My rabbits and I shall forever build our new civilization - a perfect civilization, where we fix the town and the world, and lead man- and rabbit-kind to the stars and beyond - on the corpses of not just those who have fallen here over the past eleven days, but of all of the dead mafiosi who could not do what I have done, twice now!"
The monologuing continued as CR grew more maniacal and grandiose with his words and gestures and the rabbits continued their advance. JuJuBee, at this point paralyzed with fear, did notice that Kagemusha did not have a villainous speech of his own to make. Kagemusha did not need to make a villainous speech. He too had succeeded for a second time. What else needed to be said?
JuJuBee turned and ran, surrounded on all sides by rabbits but looking for the place where their numbers were thinnest. He got precisely three steps before he was cut down by Kagemusha's katana, the final victim of his and Crazed Rabbit's reign of terror and the first Chief of Police to die in the line of duty after ten mafia attacks.
As Kage stood stoically by the Chief of Police's corpse, the rabbits moved in for good, pouncing on JuJuBee and not letting up until nothing but his clothes and bones remained. There was not even any blood on the ground.
The two now-twice successful mafiosi walked off together as the rabbits, now in undisputed control over the former Frontroom, began their work.
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Survived: (2)
Kagemusha (Emilio)
Crazed Rabbit (Fat Tony)
Wrath of God:
spL1tp3r50naL1ty (Frank)
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
White_eyes:D (Ralph)
Ignoramus (Luciano)
Romanic (Bobby)
Secura/a completely inoffensive name (Pete)
Believer/Greyblades (Fredo)
ArpeggiateTHIS (Giorgio)
Renata (Sonny)
Beefy187 (Richie)
Ibn-Khaldun (Bruno)
glyphz (Luigi)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
Diamondeye (Bugsy)
autolycus (Vincent)
Populus Romanus (Johnny)
Askthepizzaguy (Anne)
Captain Blackadder (Bertha)
TheLastDays (Angelo)
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Result:
TOTAL MAFIA VICTORY :smoking:
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An enormous congratulations to Crazed Rabbit and Kagemusha, who not only won Mafia for the second time as Mafia, but did so in true style, achieving the first ever Total Mafia Victory not just in the Mafia series, but in any of my games I've ever hosted. Wow!
And with this, Mafia X draws to a close. There are no fake endings, no writeups yet to be revealed. The postgame starts now. My commentary will be up in a few days, but in the meantime you can start talking about your experiences with the game and the anonymous accounts. Thanks for playing, everybody! :bow:
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