I trusted you! :bigcry:
With such a solid case against me, I guess I have no choice but to Vote: shlin28 now :embarassed:
PS: Fellow Mafioso X, take down Sasaki!
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I don't have teh count, but did shlin self vote when someone else was ahead? If so he needs to die.
Not o fan of thermals accusation either, quite scummy.
The current voting tally is as follows:
shlin28: 5 - Sasaki Kojiro, TinCow, Askthepizzaguy, Captain Blackadder, shlin28
Methos: 2 - Psychonaut, Ibn-Khaldun
Askthepizzaguy: 1 - Thermal Mercury
Thermal Mercury: 1 - woad&fangs
woad&fangs: 1 - Methos
Why so many votes on shlin28? Is there something I've missed again? >.<
People are more than capable of making there own decisions, from what sparse information we have (write ups aside) ATPG is the only player who has consistantly bandwagonned the person who ends up being lynched, sneaking in when a good reason to lynch the person has supposedly appeared.
Because supposedly Shin pm'ed TinCow stating he was mafia. Why he would do that is my question. Seems rather stupid. Which brings the question of whether its legit, or Shin wants out of the game, or TinCow lied and Shin is playing along because he doesn't care. Either way, it looks like our best option is Unvote: Woad&Fangs; Vote: Shin.
HOS:Methos
This is actually a plausible analysis though, Sasaki.
When I mulled over the thread thus far, I noticed a post from the host with the most that the mafia are able to kill two people each night regardless of whether one of the mafiosi is dead. It could be a clever ploy from TinCow and shlin28; TinCow reveals his partner as mafia thus endearing himself to town and ensuring he can slip under the radar a bit. This would correlate with various pieces of advice I have recieved via PM about TinCow, in the very least, and it's suspicious whichever way you look at it that he would make these claims of a PM conversation.
I'm getting major Admiral Ackbar feelings here though. :/
FoS: TinCow
Vote: Shlin28
Well if he is going to be as helpful as a chocolate teapot with self voting, it shows he is willing to die. It would be better than killing a townie who wants to actually play and track down the mafia. Also the self-vote was WIFOM for "I am a mafia".
TinCow voted shlin because I did, and made up a reason. Shlin realized that, and joked along with it. "with such a solid case against me" etc. That is obviously what happened. Methos suggests that it is either legit, or that tincow lied. In both cases he thinks it's best to vote shlin.
This makes NO sense because mafia aren't revealed upon death, and his accusation was not at all serious. If you had "mulled over the thread" and "noticed a post from the host" that said the mafia still get two kills you would know that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Secura
You should be very familiar with townies faking a pm claim, beskar went all out with it in Shadow fort, TinCow is obvious not, there are even people accusing him of hiding behind joke votesQuote:
Originally Posted by Secura
No you aren't, this is fake emotion.Quote:
I'm getting major Admiral Ackbar feelings here though. :/
You still aren't voting for anyone.
DIE MAFIA DIE
UNVOTE, VOTE:SECURA
TM's logic isn't completely horrible; in fact, I'd have thought ATPG would kind of appreciate it. It's maybe a little premature, but hey, we need something to talk about. If he weren't trying to apply it to the guy who insists he has to be lynched eventually anyway, then I'd be all for it. (As as aside, though, how DO we get to do that, hmm? If the mere suggestion is scummy? Do you want to set a date yourself, pizza? :D )
vote: Ibn-Khaldun for a few vaguely scummy posts and for avoiding bandwagons roughly as persistently as ATPG has ridden them.
Double post; I'll use it to say I think Sasaki's reasoning on both Methos and Secura is pretty good. How much time left in the day?
I do get the impression that Ibn has quieted a lot since he was almost lynched.
HOS? Hint of Suspicion?
For someone who appears to pay attention to the thread, you seem to have failed to notice that some of the updates have stated, "and across town", implying that there are, or were, two mafia. We can also see a difference in how kills are done, so in a way, we are being told whether we lynched a mafia or not.
I'm rather embarrassed to say it, but I didn't realize Tincow was joking. :embarassed:
Hand of suspicion :beam:
:stare:Quote:
For someone who appears to pay attention to the thread, you seem to have failed to notice that some of the updates have stated, "and across town", implying that there are, or were, two mafia. We can also see a difference in how kills are done, so in a way, we are being told whether we lynched a mafia or not.
Yes, there are two mafia in GH's games. But that doesn't mean we know when we've killed one, we never do, they can change how the kills are done if they want to.
I see you are defending Secura :book:
Alright, seriously, how the Dickens can you tell what someone is thinking or feeling from a collection of pixels upon your screen? I have a feeling that there's some sort of trap here, you have no means to refute these feelings because you're thousands of miles away and not face-to-face. So please, do not cast aspersions on what I may or may not be feeling when you have absolutely no idea.
Because I feel the bandwagon on Shlin is quite weak, in all honesty, and I don't have any inclinations as to where to vote. I'm not one to simply throw a vote on someone randomly without sufficient reasoning, I had thought that much would have become clear by now.Quote:
You still aren't voting for anyone.
And, exactly as happened in Departed Dethy, you're jumping the mark again. Congratulations on being wrong, again.Quote:
DIE MAFIA DIE
UNVOTE, VOTE:SECURA
I can see it's going to take a considerable amount of time for people to get used to the fact that this is how I play.
Secura is too transparent as mafia it seems....:juggle2:
No, I am in a better place now:saint:
Secura if you're town then you're going to continue to be scummy the whole game. Don't make illogical cases and avoid voting. It's a very useful style for mafia, how we would catch people if we couldn't vote them for making fake-looking cases?
I don't quite believe that you telling white_eyes he should vote was a ploy though, which it would have to be if you were mafia.
unvote:secura, vote:Ibn
Reading back on the thread, I suppose I have been a little 'useless' to the Town... Probably because my 'skill' at Mafia fluctuates between utterly useless and flashes (or dim sparks, depending on your view) of inspiration. Regardless, I think it would be fair for you guys to lynch me, but I promise I will continue to post once I am dead - probably producing some more useful posts as I would not have to think of a reason to vote a random person.
Well, it seems as though everything that I notice in a previous round is swept beneath the rug the next and nobody mentions hide-nor-hair of it again; what I pointed out was probably the only thing I could gleam from recent happenings aside of a shlin28 bandwagon I don't really understand. I'm not really used to throwing votes around with no reasoning behind it.
Anyway, bearing this in mind, I'll change my suspicion-seeking finger into vote: TinCow instead.
Only those killed by the Mafia can do that, shlin.....otherwise your just a possible scum protecting your buddy and making WIFOM...:shrug: (sorry shlin:shame:)
When did the pizza references in the writeups first appear? Was it after Ibn was almost lynched?
edit: no, nevermind :p
Unvote: Shin; Vote: Sasaki He's too.... I'm not even sure. :speechless:
Vote:Reenk Roink
You're being wayyyy too quiet, given your reputation for backtalking and snarky comments. :stare:
Ugh, Scrubs used to be good....Quote:
But... there's a dance (provided by Dr. Elliot Reed) that comes along with the cake too. :<
It better be. Scrubs really went downhill after the Third Season.
And here we go again..
How many times to I have to say I am a townie? :inquisitive:
If you say it just one more time, I'd be convinced.
Every game I secretly write down a number between one and ten, and if people insist they are innocent that number of times, that's ironclad proof of being such.
There, see? How can you possibly be guilty now?
It's impossible, isn't it? Amirite?
I am amazed at the amount of drama that can come from a bit of absurdity. I am beginning to see the appeal of Reenkishness.
Sorry everyone, I was out for around 12 hours and quite literally just got back in. As I have no desire to do anything other than shower and sleep right now, voting will be extended for 12 hours.
Cool...
unvote, vote:Subotan
Not feeling any of the current lynches so I'll pick another one out of the hat.
Unvote; Vote: Subotan
He organized the hit on Sonny.
Hm, looking back on it, it's not great English. My bad. :embarassed:
What I'm saying is, you're gathering all the information about who is acting scummy, identifying potential mafiosi, then discarding it and voting for somebody totally random. In addition to myself, you laid the first vote and started bandwagons upon Shlin, Secura and Ibn; and that's just this round. This scattergun approach isn't productive for us at all, as we end up accusing townies who then have to explain why your random vote is stupid, whilst the mafiosi either lurk their way to victory or hide behind wild accusations disguised as "debate".
Vote: Renata
She is lurking and she is usually posting posts going "I think you are the mafia!" and she is not doing this.
Is that a leftover OMGUS from yesterday, or are you just skimming?
If you are looking, then it would be helpful if you could state "I do not think X is mafia because of Y", rather than just leaving it hanging. We have no idea whether you still have suspicions about any of the players you have accused, and as there are no pro-town roles, you have to play a game like this in out in the open.
It's just a feeling though, liable to change. There's nothing solid in this game.
Voting closed.
Stand by for the execution.
After five days of voting, the townies had begun to settle into their routine. Get up, normal morning actions, wait to get killed (or not), realize that they had been spared for today, continue on with life as usual, wait to be summoned to the Frontroom Square. Discuss, defend self, maybe accuse others, vote. Go back home, try to relax, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The usual motions-within-motions were even starting to show up during the voting periods. Someone would make an accusation early on in the day, that accusation would pick up steam and gain more votes, other bandwagons would appear, a bunch of votes would be thrown out in random directions, there would be a final effort to spare the initial target, but ultimately the initial target would go down. This was the case with probably three out of the five executions, maybe more. Including today.
One might even say that the entire execution process was becoming... well... boring. Oh, certainly this wasn't the case for the day's target, shlin28, who started babbling and gibbering about his innocence almost immediately after he started getting votes, but to everybody else, who was safe, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary.
Even when shlin28 made a pledge to the town that he would attend the rest of the executions in women's clothing if he was spared for the day, and, since that failed, would use his various contacts to put together a glorious carnival for the Frontroom sometime in the summer, the rest of the town just didn't seem to care. It was nothing more than business as usual for them, a sad indicator of everyone's psyche on Day 5 of the mafia assault.
Eventually, Chief of Police Lemur called an end to voting, declared shlin as the day's condemned, and dragged him to the execution platform. "shlin," he said, "Any last words before your sentence is carried out?"
"Nah," said shlin, "I think the town's made it pretty clear that they want me gone. I mean, they must be pretty convinced of my guilt if they're going to pass up a carnival complete with lions and candy and ferris wheels and the like in order for a chance to kill me."
"All right then," said Lemur, fishing a walkie-talkie out of his pocket. "Base, this is Robot Unicorn. Proceed to make dreams come true." Putting the walkie-talkie away, he addressed the full crowd again.
"For this execution," he said, "I've called in a little outside help. The local air field nearby has perfected a form of ultra-precision bombing, where they can neutralize a single target without destroying any of the landscape. I've agreed to let them use shlin as practice. This is what we call a 'mutually beneficial agreement'." As always, general apathy proceeded this statement, despite the gravity of what Lemur was saying.
There was about five minutes of silence, and then, little by little, they could see three black specks in the distance. They zoomed by overhead, the sound of their engines finally kicking in, and then everybody could see it. Another dark shape, heading straight down, directly for shlin's head. Everybody half-watched as the object - a regular anvil - made contact with shlin's head, creating the most beautiful sound in the world and killing shlin instantly. Still there was no reaction.
"Wait a sec..." Lemur muttered, spying another black shape coming straight down. "Aw, come on! They were only supposed to drop *one* anvil! One! Everybody clear out! Out of the way!!!"
Finally, realizing their lives were at stake, the villagers started to care and began jostling at each other for position. The exodus out of the Frontroom Square bordered on a stampede, but somehow everybody made it to safety. Everybody, that is, except for Cultured Drizzt fan, who was not quick enough and took the anvil right on the head.
Day 5 tally:
shlin28: 3 (ATPG, Blackadder, shlin) :skull:
Methos: 2 (Psychonaut, Ibn)
Thermal Mercury: 2 (woad, Joooray)
Subotan: 2 (Sasaki, TinCow)
ATPG: 1 (Thermal)
TinCow: 1 (Secura)
Ibn-Khaldun: 1 (Renata)
Sasaki Kojiro: 1 (Methos)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Subotan)
Renata: 1 (Beskar)*
Abstained: 1 (Beefy)
Didn't vote: 4 (Drizzt, Kage, pever, Reenk)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (18)
Sasaki Kojiro
Secura
Askthepizzaguy
Beefy187
Methos
Kagemusha
Subotan
Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Joooray
pevergreen
Renata
Thermal Mercury
Ibn-Khaldun
woad&fangs
Psychonaut
TinCow
Reenk Roink
Wrath of God:
Cultured Drizzt fan
Killed:
Crazed Rabbit
Andres
atheotes
Double A
Centurion1
Csargo
Winston Hughes
johnhughthom
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
White_eyes:D
Executed:
Diamondeye
Chaotix
Yaseikhaan
Sigurd
shlin28
Makes sense you wouldn't know, that's what his friends called him. To scum like you he was Santino.
I'm glad I was in bed for this one. Seeing this makes me want to go back to bed.Quote:
shlin28: 3 (ATPG, Blackadder, shlin) :skull:
Also, I actually voted for Shlin28 anyway, my vote for Renata was illegal as I never unvoted. It was a ploy.
I am guessing GH knew that, hence the star next to the vote.
Yes, I meant to add an explanation to that in the post but evidently I forgot. In any case, since I'm lenient with my vote-tallying, I allowed your vote for Renata to stand because it wasn't endgame and it didn't affect the final results. However, this won't always be the case.
If you only allow votes to stand when they don't affect the tally, then you can be said to be as strict as someone who never allows invalid votes to stand, because the result is the same.
http://forums.civfanatics.com/images/smilies/hm.gif
Or is this some kind of anti-Pizzaguy logic puzzle with no solutio-DOES NOT COMPUTE. SELF DESTRUCT IN 5 4 3 2...
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Because I choose to.
Ah, but I didn't even ask you why. Why would you answer a question I haven't asked yet?
Wait a minute....
How did you do that?
https://i113.photobucket.com/albums/...matrix-neo.jpg
Because I choose to.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. However, this was not to be the case for very long, as the mafioso once again started the engine of his white van.
*ding dong*
Secura opened the door with a puzzled look on her face. "Yes?" she asked.
"Meals on Wheels," the deliveryman said. "Here's your day's delivery, ma'am." He held out a couple of delicious-smelling prepackaged platters, one of which looked like something Italian inside. The expression he wore was perfectly legitimate, which only served to add to Secura's confusion. After nearly a week of door-to-door killings, he was getting pretty good at this.
"Thanks, but I never signed up for this program. I'm quite capable of fending for myself, food-wise, actually."
Now, of course, the deliveryman launched into his usual routine of there being a clerical mixup, so why not take advantage of the error. "Hmm, there must have been a clerical mixup," he said. "Why not take advantage of the error? I mean, this *is* your address and you *are* Secura, right?" He passed her an official-looking piece of paper.
Secura was wavering. "Well, I mean, it's definitely me, so I don't know how you guys got my name, but I definitely didn't sign up for this... is that Italian?" she said, eying one of the platters.
"Indeed it is," the deliveryman confirmed.
That was enough for Secura. "Well, who am I to pass up a free meal? Come on in, let's eat!" The deliveryman nodded, and, smirking, followed Secura in. "Italian first," she said. "Might as well satisfy my craving for it." She opened the platter to find a glorious heaping of pasta.
"Hmm, seems like everything's in order," she said, taking in the scent of her unexpected meal. "Do I provide my own cheese?"
"Ah, no," the deliveryman said, "my apologies. I forgot to include it earlier. I was in a rush for time, you see, so I just grabbed a block of it and hoofed it out." He stopped talking and set the block of Parmesan on the table.
"Unfortunately, I don't have a grater," said Secura. "Sorry to be such a pest, but do you have one of those as well?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," said the mafioso, whipping out the cheese grater and, before Secura could do anything, knocking her over the head with it. She crumbled to the floor, out cold.
The mafioso paused, unsure of what to do for the first time. He stopped, stared at the grater, stared at Secura, and stared at the grater again. "How in God's name am I supposed to kill anybody with a cheese grater?" he said out loud, and then stared at Secura again. He was truly and totally puzzled about where to go from here.
A couple of minutes passed, and the mafioso stood there, still without any ideas. Having nothing better to do, he sat down and started eating the pasta. It was pretty good, but he wasn't quite in the mood for carbs. It was still too early in the day. Getting up from the table, he walked around the kitchen, stepping around Secura, examining the artwork on her wall. Most of it was standard still lifes, nothing really standing out. There were apples on the windowsill. He started opening the cabinets at random, and then counting the number of seconds that elapsed between the oven clock changing minutes and his watch doing the same.
Finally, some movement. Secura was starting to stir. Panicked, the mafioso let instinct take over and just shoved the cheese grater in her mouth. Reaching into his bag, he grabbed the staple gun he had used before and attached her arms to the floor. "Sorry," he muttered before leaving. "If it's any consolation, I'll use a better weapon tomorrow."
A few lonely townspeople had gathered together in the Frontroom bar to drown their sorrows and talk about the glory days. It was only morning, but a few of them were already long into it. Depression, after all, is a great motivator for certain types of activity.
Aside from the emotional reasons of gathering together in a time of crisis, there was also a logical one: safety in numbers. So far, every single one of the mafioso's attacks had been on an isolated target. If the trend held, then all of the bar patrons would be safe. So there they sat, drinking the day away, knowing that their collective solitude would not be disturbed.
Suddenly, the doors burst open. "OH MY GOD IT'S A MAFIOSO RIDING A MAD COW AND CARRYING AN OLD WEST GUN!!!" the mafioso bellowed, firing said gun into the air a few times for added effect.
Everybody spit out their drink in surprise. More than a few people even soiled themselves in shock and fear. After a second though, everyone started running, bolting in every conceivable direction. The mafioso, though, was too concerned about theatrics for the moment to actually care about catching his prey... yet. He was still adding to the effect.
Finally, once the last few of them drew closer to the bar's exit, the mafioso stopped posturing and begun his chase. "HYAW, BESSIE!" he shouted, turning his cow towards the door. Slapping her side, Bessie began galloping towards the exit, her bell clanging just as the last of the patrons exited the bar. She kicked the door open again, and the mafioso and his, er, steed were out in the open air. He quickly scanned the roads, looking for people. The closest group was headed east, and he thus urged Bessie to go that way.
Bessie mooed.
The group, seeing this, picked up their speed, not wanting to be the mafioso's victim. "Come on!" one of them urged. "We can't let this happen!" But alas, it was not to be. One of the group, Beskar, tripped over a loose piece of gravel and was sent sprawling to the ground. As luck would have it, he landed awkwardly, twisting his ankle. Beskar wasn't doing any more running.
"Come on, people!" he yelled, pleading for help. "Don't leave me here!" The rest of the people in the group, feeling sick to their stomach, had to ignore his pleas for their own safety. It was a riff on the ageless adage: I don't have to outrun the mafioso riding the mad cow, I just have to outrun you.
Beskar felt a rope go around his person. The mafioso, adding insult to injury, had decided to lasso him. "Entirely unnecessary," he said as the mafioso and Bessie trotted by.
"Silence," the mafioso said, dismounting his cow. "Dinner is served, Bessie!" The mad cow mooed appreciatively and opened her maw wide.
Later that day, Chief of Police Lemur gathered everybody in the Frontroom Square in order to make an announcement.
"All right everyone," he said, "There have been two more kills today, both of them pretty weird. I think for everyone's sakes, both for our lives and the fact that we don't want to be subject to the whims of a clearly ridiculous organization, we should persist and kill the mafia quickly. Good luck!
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Still alive: (16)
Sasaki Kojiro
Askthepizzaguy
Beefy187
Methos
Kagemusha
Subotan
Captain Blackadder
Joooray
pevergreen
Renata
Thermal Mercury
Ibn-Khaldun
woad&fangs
Psychonaut
TinCow
Reenk Roink
Wrath of God:
Cultured Drizzt fan
Killed:
Crazed Rabbit
Andres
atheotes
Double A
Centurion1
Csargo
Winston Hughes
johnhughthom
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
White_eyes:D
Secura
Beskar
Executed:
Diamondeye
Chaotix
Yaseikhaan
Sigurd
shlin28
Big mistake, mafiosi, big mistake.
At least now that myself and Beskar are dead, we're absolved of culpability and can still assist the town in taking you down.
I say Pizzaguy.....you?
I'm rather suspecting kage and pevergreen atm. vote:kage
If Generalhankerchief is writing these, and I think he is, then that makes pever and/or Kage more plausible.
And you can bet your mad-cow-ridden bovine that I'll be bandwagoning once again.
Vote: Kagemusha
:laugh4:
Lynch me. I want to see who would vote for me.
unvote, vote: Askthepizzaguy
Why do you think you both killed, then, Secura?
I'm going back to Ibn again.
vote: Ibn-Khaldun
Vote: Kagemusha
He has six fingers on his right hand. :stare:
Fair enough.
I will return to my mindless, blatant bandwagon on Kagemusha, led by my brilliant master Sasaki and his exceedingly handsome henchcow.
unvote, vote: Kagemusha