Do you fear that YLC will attack me? or was it generally offensive? It was made in jest and does not reflect mine or any of the referred character's OOC views.
[Edit] Fixed the original post - slightly
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Well, all of this was unnecessary Jolt, as I publically declared my innocence when I ran for director, after I got elected the first time. :beam: The Director spot, which at that point was being held indefinitely, prevents any kind of serial killings, whether it be "lynch this guy" or "I am innocent based" :beam:
Also the part about working with LW is wrong, because I had no contact with him until after my directorship. :inquisitive:
Since I'm dead and that information hasn't been divulged publicly by any living member, I can't really confirm or deny that being Director is a guarantee of survival.
While director, that person is immune to night kills, as per the rules, no?
I have been told that YLC can defeat any protection except that of the Director. Sigurd should be fine, though I don't really see anything in his post that would make him a target. It's not like he was saying any of those things about himself.
I didn't read sigurd's post before it was edited, but I was told of a serial killer who attacked anybody making religious statements.
How sad. It could have all been so different, Chaotix. Who's to say had you not approached malleable types long before now, heads couldn't have been turned? [Colleagues might disagree, aye.] Perhaps even you could have won over the potentially sympathetic with promises of proletarian triumph, or tales of the heroic defence of Madrid. As it is, you set out to ruin our effort to save Fatlington, and you've failed miserably. For myself? Even long before now, I doubt my loyalty could have been in question - one certainly wouldn't waver once the FPD showed its willingness to release to me a steady supply of pastries and [redistributed] medicinal alcohol. You offer nothing, and that being the case, all you'll be subverting is the fishes.
Vote: Chaotix
I will not be denied ma pastries or ma drink.
*stops crying and begins to laugh*
"THREE OF FOUR, THREE OF FOUR, THREE OF FOUR! When it rains, it pours! Three of four!"
I don't remember saying that. I probably did, but I don't remember what context.
vote: Chaotix
as requested by ATPG.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Tally:
Chaotix : 8 (ATPG, Haudegen, Jooray, Shinseikhaan, SSNeo, TinCow, Tratorix, White_Eyes:D)
ATPG : 1 (Chaotix)
Not voting : 8 (Caius, Double A, gibson, Prole, slash, Split, Twilight, YLC)
So, can YLC kill the people Sigurd quoted pms from? That would be, um, bad. :inquisitive:
Vote:ChaotixHave to leave
Why not come over here and see for yourself, you curious little cool cat.
I promise not to bite so long as your a good boy, but if you want to get rough, just say the magic words ~:flirt:
*eyes widen in shock, and pulls down hair over eyes and curls up in a ball*
No, no, no, no! Bad Katerina, bad! We must be good, have to behave! Your not supposed to be out unless the Lord says you can!
No one here gets out alive.
:cool:
Seriously, I'm sure YLC wouldn't, couldn't hurt someone who was truly innocent. Are you? :grin2:
CR
*tears streaming, screaming*
We hate you, we hate you! Oh, why does the Lord hate me so! If he lov-
*rage boils over and a sadistic look comes into her eye*
ed us, e'd of given us help, others to point the way to the sinners! Oh, love, make it so! Show me the sin, show me the sinner!
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old conditions
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
-- The Internationale (translation)
Evening Session, Day Sixteen
[I hope you don't mind me changing the story a bit Seamus]
At the end of day sixteen, the town had decided to eliminate one of the traitors in their midst, a man of sinister intentions and openly anti-American sympathies.
A blue Jaguar XK 120 drove up to the curb and a man wearing a black suit, white Fedora, mirrored shades, and a red tie stepped out of the vehicle with style and grace, and in his white-gloved hand was a brand-new black umbrella.
Chaotix knew exactly who this man was, but he stood his ground. He was not one to back away from any fight, a quality admired by the man with the umbrella. Chaotix reached for his weapon, just as the man opened his umbrella to shield himself from the bullets. This was Chaotix' plan, and it was working perfectly. He sprinted toward the former Director, grinning sadistically as all mad geniuses do. The umbrella blocked his view, and he didn't see that Chaotix was almost upon him. When he looked up, it was too late. Chaotix had simply tackled the man to the ground, knocking the umbrella out of his hands. Chaotix tried to fire his gun into the gentleman in the suit, but his opponent gripped his wrist tightly and kept the weapon pointed away from his face. The man with the red tie punched Chaotix in the face, and Chaotix returned the favor, knocking the shades off of the former Director. When he looked down, he saw his opponent's eyes... it looked like his opponent was getting quite irritated. If only his gun were just a little bit closer.... and it would be all over. He fired it anyway, the sound of the gunshot ringing loudly through his opponent's ear, causing him to wince. The man responded with an even stiffer punch to the nose, breaking it, and knocking Chaotix off of him. Chaotix was still armed, and turned quickly to shoot the pest who would not die. Several shots hit the man’s chest making loud metallic noises as they hit the steel in the bulletproof vest as he rolled behind his vehicle. Some of the gunshots hit the Jag.
It was at this point that Chaotix had crossed the line. Breaking a nose, that was one thing. Shooting someone , that was another. But putting bullet holes in someone's Jaguar, that was an unforgivable crime. The man with the red tie jumped into the vehicle, and the headlights rolled back to reveal machine guns. Chaotix kept firing, but all he hit was the thick bulletproof glass. The man in the Jag revved the vehicle and leaped towards Chaotix, unleashing a torrent of fire-power. It was all Chaotix could do to dive behind a cement truck just in time. He checked the passenger door and it was unlocked, so he got inside and checked to see if he was about to get very lucky. Indeed he was.The keys were hidden in the driver's side sun visor. Inside the massive vehicle, Chaotix would be quite safe from machine gun fire and he was wielding a huge weapon of his own. The man in the Jaguar backed up immediately, but he was quickly pinned in an alley with no way to escape, as the cement truck advanced. Chaotix pulled the handbrake while shifting to reverse. The truck did a U-turn on locked wheels and came into the alley back first.
"Oh no, no no no.... not my car...."
lamented the man in the white Fedora. He jumped out of the vehicle and fled to safety.
"Heh heh heh..."
Chaotix snickered as he looked out the driver's side window. He pushed the button which caused the cement mixer to activate, and soon the cement began to pour directly onto the leather upholstery inside the Jaguar. This move definitely caused more damage to the man in the white Fedora than anything else anyone had ever done to him. Chaotix turned to his right, and he saw the man in the white Fedora sitting right next to him in the passenger seat, calmly adjusting his tie. Chaotix took his weapon and pointed it at the man, and in frustration, said
"Why don't you JUST DIE???".
The former Director grabbed his .38 colt special and fired Chaotix' gun clean out of his hands and out the window.
"Now, now... I won't make it that easy for you. Not after what you did to my car."
Askthepizzaguy punched Chaotix in the face, and tackled him, pushing him directly out of the driver's side door, causing them both to tumble to the ground. Chaotix rolled to his feet first, looking for the gun, but when he found it, he saw that the gun had been damaged and wouldn't fire. He dropped it and tried to flee up a fire escape.
"Leaving so soon?"
Askthepizzaguy said as he grabbed Chaotix by the leg. Chaotix responded by kicking Askthepizzaguy in the teeth, and then scurried up the ladder as quickly as he could, ending up on the roof of a grocery store, daring Askthepizzaguy to come up and follow him. That's exactly what he did, and soon the two were standing on the roof overlooking the crowd below, fighting for their lives. Chaotix pulled out a small switch-blade and stalked Askthepizzaguy, and the bloodied man in the white Fedora reached into his pocket and pulled out some of the golden powder that had gone unused by the man with the kunai in recent nights, tossing it at the roof beneath Chaotix' feet. The chemicals mixed and exploded, knocking Chaotix to the edge of the roof, stunned. Askthepizzaguy charged directly at his rival, and tackled him... they both tumbled off the roof and onto the awning below, where they rolled into a vendor's cart filled with oranges. The crash left them both dazed, but Chaotix got to his feet first, and reached into his coat to grab a hidden weapon; a .38 snubbie he kept for special occasions such as this. Pizzaguy was unarmed and now was Chaotix' chance to make himself famous.
Chaotix cocked the weapon and pointed it right at Askthepizzaguy, savoring the moment...
"Bye, bye Askthepizzaguy..."
said Chaotix. Pizzaguy just smiled...
A gasp went through the crowd that had gathered around the spectacle. Chaotix was about to pull the trigger when he saw his shadow on the tarmac, grow to an impossible size. He sensed something over him and glanced up over his shoulder. Behind him towered a hulk of some size with icy blue eyes and light blond hair. Chaotix gasped when he recognized the hero from the winter wars in Finland during the prelude to the Great War.
“N..n..not you”.
Chaotix turned the weapon towards the big man but before he could squeeze the trigger, the gun was enveloped in a huge hand and yanked from him. Chaotix could feel the wrist breaking and instinctively put the hand Napoleon style inside his suit jacket. The pain was terrible but he had endured worse in Finland fighting the joint Norwegian and Finish troops. The giant spoke with a rumbling voice:
“I see you have brought your Red philosophy to this nation. Did you think we would just look the other way? These good people have voted and found you guilty of treason and the punishment is death. Do you have something to say”?
Chaotix looked terrified. He had hoped he could weasel out of this by fighting his accusers, but realized that it would be more likely to snow in Hades than beating Sigurd the Slayer in any type of fight. This Hulk from Norway and now resident in Fatlington was no ordinary tourist. He had Spec Ops training with the British Commandos and had been a terrible thorn in the side for the Soviet invasion force of Finland and in multiple theatres for the Axis forces during the Great War. Not only was he good at skiing but he were quite the ladies man…
Err.. who wrote these lines? … Anyway …
Chaotix wanted to flee but his feet would just not move. Out of desperation, he pulled the last weapon in his arsenal, a battle axe attached to his back under the suit jacket. His broken hand jarred and he had to switch to the left hand, which was alright as he was really left handed anyway. He was sad though that he couldn’t surprise his adversary with the change of hand routine.
Chaotix slashed the axe towards Sigurd’s head in an overhand Varangian cut.
Sigurd, quite familiar with the move, stepped right, then forward which is the counter move against the overhand Varangian cut and smashed Chaotix’ face with one powerful fist. Chaotix saw just a white flash and found himself riding on the back of a horse …
Err. Wrong story...
Chaotix died in spasms on the tarmac outside the mall with bone fragments from his face making mush out of his brain.
Pizzaguy adjusted his red tie and glanced back at his ruined Jaguar with a sigh.
"I loved that car”.
Sigurd the Slayer shot his icy blue eyes towards the car.
“We’ll get you another, with better equipment.”
Pizzaguy smiled:
“You guys always get the better toys”.
Sigurd replied:
“Let’s finish this once and for all”.
Askthepizzaguy just nodded. The assembled crowd of Fatlings was told to disperse. The destruction of property would be expensive to clean up today, that's for sure. Commissioner Fermanagh would be pretty ticked off.
OOC
Orders due for Night 16 no later than 1300 tomorrow, Thursday 24 September. (1700 GMT).
Tally:
Chaotix = 9 (ATPG, Haudegen, Jooray, Shinseikhaan, SSNeo, TinCow, Tratorix, White_Eyes:D, slashandburn)
ATPG = 1 (Chaotix)
Well, I'll be nice, and I won't say I told you so. I'll just come back to this thread once I see it's too late, and I'll provide you all with a nice smiley or something.
Good day.
I changed the story.. :sweatdrop:
I contributed a bit to that story. Chaotix deserved to go out in style. :2thumbsup:
Now, laugh at my feeble attempts to decode Seamus' clues.
These clues are in reverse order because I was reading from the most recent to the least.Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
I think that analysis is fair, but the conclusion has to be that these lyrics/words are simply a way for Seamus to comment on the night's events, and don't tell us anything new. A best it might give a hint to the post mortem a couple of turns early.
Effective Immediately:
Louis VI the Fat replaces Proletariat (in role, at current status).
Proletariat regrets the necessity, but her computer problems have been vexing and her schedule looking forward even worse (albeit for very positive reasons).
Thank you.
You may now return to your regularly schedule betrayals, killings, and snide commentary.
Proletariat shall not be finishing this game. Real life has caught up with her. I shall be her replacement for the remainder of the game.
Right. First things first.
Seamus, like me, is a lover of contemporary history. The first thing that strikes me about this game, is its familiar historical setting. Seamus, no doubt, is fully aware too of the historical alliance between the mafia and the CIA during this game's era:
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/ar...913118,00.htmlQuote:
Originally Posted by Time Magazine
The CIA is not pro-town. The CIA is also the ally of the mafia. This much is obvious from the setting of this game.
Can anybody please explain to me why the CIA is running this town?