The Revenge of Inishmore! [Concluded]

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Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty

What makes me mostly angry right now is that Reenk was supposed to die last night, but due to a last minute change, the target was switched...

*sigh*

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Whoops. Whoever came up with that idea must feel really silly. :laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

Whoops. Whoever came up with that idea must feel really silly. :laugh4:

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YES I IMAGINE THEY DO :stare:

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Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty

YES I IMAGINE THEY DO :stare:

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whoever lied about having 2 kills is really the one to blame :tongue3:

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Csargo, however quickly clamped his jaw shut, took off his fedora and used the hidden pistol to shoot Reenk. split started busting some Michael Jackson danced moves as atheotes left. He took off his hat, and with a shout of, "KUNG LAO" threw the hat straight at Beefy, slicing his head off. Pyschonaut tried to run, but Csargo had an intchy trigger finger.

The two of them and pevergreen, the only ones left. They looked at him and smiled.

"Looks like this town is done for. Unlucky for our fallen companions, Askthepizzaguy, TinCow and A Very Super Market, they didn't make it. But we must be off, other towns to terrorise and such. Cheerio."

pevergreen gaped in disbelief.

Game over.

Mafia victory



Alive: 2/39
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

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This one is even funnier than the first one.

I anxiously await more.

I just did something that I don't think I'm allowed to speak about on this forum.

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and it was goooood :D

I don't get it, which one is the true ending? [/lurker]

Howdy.

I was indeed a mafioso, and I ended up writing almost all of the murder writeups. Everything else was done by pevergreen I believe, and one by Split. I wanted to repost my work, because I've wanted to actually do murder writeups, real and entertaining ones, since the first Inishmore game and the Shadow Fort was the only other times I was really able to do murder writeups, out of about 22 games as mafia so far. I hardly ever get the chance to do so, so I am very happy I got to try my hand at it again.

Being dead meant I didn't have to bother hiding my writing style. Here are the ones my team did.

Any not in purple were mine.

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Winston Hughes was sitting all alone eating chicken soup, when he heard a knock on the door. "Well who could that be?" he wondered. When he opened the door, he saw two men holding a big package. "Sign here" said the gruff voice. The box suddenly opened up, and out popped a monkey. "I didn't order a monkey" said Winston, as the monkey hopped into his arms and began playing the cymbals. "That's not our problem" said one of the two men. The monkey screamed at Winston and slammed the cymbals against his head, and everything went blank. When he woke up, Winston was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a table to his left, and just within reach was a gun, and a note that said "use me to escape". He was unsure what that meant, until the loudspeaker in the far corner of the room began to play a familiar melody.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2WGfqfQ6HM

He gladly put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.


Myrddraal was enjoying a game of mafia on his computer, but he felt like someone was watching him. This was never a good sign. Sure enough, just outside his house, a pair of beekeepers slid a tube through the pet door. The tube led all the way to their truck, which had a big sign on it which read "killer bees". They then waited by the front door with guns drawn, and waited for the inevitable screams. Myrddraal heard the omnious sound of buzzing and ran for the back door instead, but was running too fast to see the nearly invisible piano wire, running across the back porch at neck level. His body ended up in the back lawn, 7 kilograms lighter.

I provided the story, pever filled in the blanks on this one. He did a good job.

Sasaki Kojiro was sitting at home, checking out what was on TV. As it turns out, not a whole lot. Sure, tonight seemed to be some big Dr. Who thing, but he hated that show, so he eventually settled on some good old fashioned rugby. Brushing the old cat hair off his shoulders, he had just gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang. Grumbling, Sasaki got up to answer it. He swung the door open and to his amazement, there stood a big blue fox. She was on her hind legs and was posing seductively. She slowly walked past him and made her way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and giving Sasaki the best "come hither" look he had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of them on his TV. He followed this foxy lady, or was she a lady fox?, up the stairs into his bathroom, where she turned on the taps in his bathtub. Complying with her wishes, Sasaki lowered himself into the tub, after discarding his clothes, and sighed at how good the water felt. His mind went blank as the foxy lady gave him the best massage he had ever had. He was so relaxed, he didn't hear two men grunt and stagger their way up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The lady's hands went down past his shoulders, his biceps and elbows and to his wrists. Sasaki was shivering, anticipating the feeling of her fingers on his, but instead he was treated to the cold feeling of steel around his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw that he had been handcuffed to the taps. Silently, Sasaki cursed having such elaborate taps, and so far apart. He could move upward from a sitting position, but he couldnt get out of the water. Finally taking notice of the two men in the room, his face did not turn to horror, but puzzlement. The two men had brought in a high powered portable air conditioning unit. Laughing to themselves, they turned it on full blast and pointed it at Sasaki. He died of hypothermia before the sun rose.

Scienter was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sea salt and spray, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of hard word beneath her feet. Up ahead, she spotted some street performers, knife jugglers. Having grown paranoid, she put away her little notebook and turned to run away. What she in fact did, however, is fall on a bannana peel. It was a comical sight to others, but Scienter managed to do a double front flip and smack her head so hard on the wood that she died immediately. The two street performers walked over to her. Nudging the body with his foot, the taller one said "Why'd you have to bring the monkey again?" The monkey didn't seem to take that too nicely, he scampered down off the shoulder of the shorter one, onto the body of Scienter and starting jumping up and down, screaming. What shamed even the knife jugglers is when the monkey decided to add banging his cymbols together to the odd dance.

This one failed, so it was altered by pevergreen.

Seamus Fermanagh went out to the local pub. The funeral was depressing, but the lawlessness outside was getting out of hand. He ordered scotch and told the bartender to keep it coming. He lost himself in the football game on the telly, and the hours passed. Later that evening he stumbled out of the pub, drunk as a skunk dipped in scotch, and staggered out to the curb to hail a taxi. Two men wearing dark suits and fedoras came up to Seamus, and without saying a word they drew their weapons and shot Seamus in the back at point-blank range. Thanks to the scotch, Seamus didn't feel much pain, he simply drifted off to a cold sleep. He awoke the next morning, eyes blurry to a man putting down something. The man smiled and said, "Lucky I got to you in time, otherwise you would have been a goner!" He left before Seamus could identify who it was.

Methos knew that they were watching him. The security cameras in his office building weren't for keeping the building secure, they were for following his every move. At this moment, the government men would be in his home: collecting skin samples, hair fibers, and lifting his fingerprints off the pennies in his penny jar. It was only a matter of time before they would take him away and perform experiments on him. Then they would shoot him in the temple and leave him in the mountains to be eaten by wolves. Soon after that, he would be replaced by a clone, an obedient one to serve their wishes. Well he wasn't going to let that happen, so when he got a red envelope in the mail without a return address, he knew it must have been filled with knockout gas. He ran to the nearest window and threw himself out. He landed on the street below and died instantly. Two architects were standing nearby when it happened, and they were shocked to see Methos lying dead on the ground. One of them turned to the other and asked if he remembered to invite Methos to the upcoming charity ball, but the second one nodded and said that he had just mailed the invitation this morning in a red envelope.

YLC was restless... it was another night with no sleep. He simply gave up and decided to go do some chores. At least the house would be clean, and maybe he would get tired, he thought to himself. But after scrubbing all his walls with ammonia, he needed to step out for some fresh air. But he wasn't getting tired, he was getting hungry. So he grabbed his propane grill and decided to throw some steaks and shrimp over the clean-burning flame. Standing outside in just his boxer briefs, he was too focused on the glow of the fire to hear the footsteps of the two men in dark suits and fedoras walking up the drive behind him. Just as the steaks and the shrimp were ready, the men in suits opened fire, pumping YLC's body full of hot lead. YLC gripped the edge of the grill and with the last of his strength, he shoved one of the steaks in his mouth, and savored the sweet flavor in his final moments. One of the two men fired at the propane tank, and the explosion killed YLC instantly and burned his body to a crisp. They nodded to each other, and without saying a word, they left the scene in opposite directions.

Diamondeye was curious as a child, the two psychologists noted. He would always be climbing trees and turning over rocks, and trying new foods. He was also quite vulnerable to suggestion, to a fault it seemed. So they brought him into their office and they placed several objects in front of him, with instructions. The first was a bran muffin, with a note that said "taste me", and so Diamondeye picked it up and took a nibble. The next was a plush pokemon toy, with a note that said "squeeze me" and Diamondeye picked it up and squeezed it. The two psychologists took careful notes. The next was a slice of swiss cheese, which said "smell me" and Diamondeye picked it up and he sniffed it. The two psychologists just observed quietly. Next, there was an assortment of razorblades on the table, with a note that said "eat me". Without any hesitation, Diamondeye grabbed the razors and stuffed them down his throat. He didn't get to the next item on the table, which was a pile of jelly beans, and a note that said "shave with me". It was too late before the psychologists realized they had switched the signs by mistake.

Yaseikhaan was out walking his poodle, enjoying the fresh air while she did her business on the lawn of some big shot. "That's right Peanut, show mister money-bags what we think of him. Good girl." He heard the sound of three sets of footsteps behind him. "Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the men in dark suits and fedoras. "That's private property. Are you gonna pick that up?" Yaseikhaan nodded and brought out a plastic baggie. "Oh no mister, no plastic bags. Pick it up with your hands." So yaseikhaan picked up the mess with his bare hands. "Well are you going to carry it around or are you gonna get rid of it?" Yaseikhaan looked at them in confusion, and saw that they were all pointing guns at him. His eyes widened when they told him to get rid of it. He gulped and got rid of it, just as they had instructed. It was not pleasant. "I hope it tasted good" one man said in a gruff voice. "Hope you enjoy your dessert" said the man, as they shot Yaseikhaan full of hot lead. One of the men had a headache, and complained about it. "Aren't you going to see a shrink about that?" asked the man with the gruff voice. "He's the one who gave me the headache" said his partner. "He keeps bringing a monkey to the office and it won't stop playing the cymbals." His partner looked at him oddly, and just shook his head.

White Eyes sat on the beach, all alone. There was no one around to juggle knives with... and no more monkey. Who killed his monkey? His precious, precious monkey? He swore he would get revenge on whoever killed his monkey. But before he could hatch a plan to get revenge, a car crashed through the wooden fence seperating the beach from the shore, and drove down onto the sand, nearly running down poor White Eyes. He jumped out of the way just in time. The doors opened, and two men in dark suits and fedoras stepped out of the vehicle. They opened fire on White Eyes. But White Eyes was secretly a ninja, and he leaped through the air and did many flips, and landed between the two men in dark suits, and kicked their guns away. "Now is the time for your cruel undoing! I will desecrate your face with the heel of my foot!" shouted White Eyes.

However, the two men in dark suits and fedoras were no ordinary criminals. They were trained in the deadly arts, and were able to dodge the blows of White Eyes and deliver swift retaliation. Although White Eyes was a master ninja, he was soon overwhelmed by their fists of doom. One of the two men dropped to the ground and delivered a kick to the ankle of White Eyes, which stung really badly. The other one jumped vertical into the air and flipped several times before landing right in front of White Eyes and poked him in both eyes with his fingers.

"Ow, that hurts my body! But you are not only fighting my body, you are fighting my mind!" said White Eyes, who made a feint to the left, and then stopped, spun around like a ballerina, and then went left anyway. These tactics dazzled the eyeballs of his opponents, who were stunned and afraid because of his mastery of mental manipulations.

White Eyes took advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration and ran in a semicircle around the men, to the back. But the fedora men were smarter than that, and turned around. Aha but this was all part of White Eyes magnificent plan, so he kept running all the way around to the front, just in time to not be seen. So the fedora men kept turning, looking for him, and White Eyes continued running in a circle around them, faster and faster, until his legs began to blur and kick up sand and dust. Now the fedora men were dizzy and choking on sand, and they were unprepared for White Eyes most devastating attack: the cold stare of death. So he stopped and waited for the dust to settle, and the two men staggered and stumbled toward White Eyes.

But then he just looked at them like this: :stare:

It was overpowering! The two men fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness, they couldn't take it anymore. But White Eyes would not relent, he just stared at them some more... his eyes widening to an unimaginable, almost cartoonish size. The sight of this made one of the men declare that there was no God, and made the other one cry for his momma. White Eyes grinned :beam: and laughed at this, like so: :laugh4: But then, some of the dust blew into his nose and made him sneeze, and try as he might, he could not resist the urge to close his eyes... breaking the powerful hold. In that brief instant, his advantage disappeared. The two men grabbed him and turned him upside down, and stuffed him headfirst into a bucket filled with discarded cigarettes, which was too small and got stuck halfway, covering his eyes. White Eyes did a backflip and tried to fight on, but he couldn't see or deliver the mighty stare. So the two men ran and grabbed their guns, and returned. White Eyes was swinging wildly, and hitting nothing but air. He heard the sound of pistols clicking and once again used his powerful mind to escape.

"I should warn you, I have a tiny bulletproof shield the exact size of a bullet somewhere on my body, and if you hit it, I'll be unharmed, and your plan will be foiled. You'll be the laughing stock of me!"

The logic of this confounded the two men, who realized the error of their ways and put the obviously worthless guns down on the ground and surrendered. White Eyes was far too clever for that, and jumped 15 feet into the air and stomped on their heads like Super Mario, crushing their skulls instantly. All of a sudden, tons of hot supermodels came out from behind the fence with champagne and caviar and the entire Ugly Betty Season 2 DVD collection. They also had those flowers on a string that makes a necklace, and put that on White Eyes, who was like "yay". The very next year he was elected Prime Minister, and he governed for at least 100 years, until he built a rocketship and explored the galaxy. That's when White Eyes woke up, and saw two men in dark suits and fedoras standing next to his bed.

"Oh :daisy:" said White Eyes, just before they smashed his skull in like a pumpkin.


This one failed, because someone didn't show up, so it was altered by pevergreen. The original was awesome. I was heartbroken.

Reenk Roink sat in his posh 5 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Reenk knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, a man in a white suit, tie, fedora and blue shirt entered. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Reenk's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

Reenk started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave Reenk a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the criminal in his mansion. Reenk had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a tommy gun and began shooting up the windows, and even took out the plasma TV. Reenk, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man dumping gasoline all over his priceless shag carpet. He flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the instrument right along with the music. He began moonwalking toward Reenk and his servant girl, and grabbed her by the hand and danced away.

At this point, Reenk got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk even better than his criminal counterpart. Even more importantly, Reenk was wearing gold pants, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. Reenk began singing the lyrics better than the criminal, better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage Reenk, so he became his backup dancers, and the servant girls joined in. The mansion was burning.... the strobe lights were flashing through the smoke, and the disco ball kept spinning. It was the single most awesome thing anyone had ever seen, and it was all captured on camera. The music video would later go on to be the most viewed viral video on the internet.

Reenk sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were able to scale Reenk's 10 foot tall iron fence and avoid the dozens of guard dogs and multiple redundant alarm systems, began pouring inside Casa de Reenk, making it both the most popular nightclub in all of Michigan, but also the hottest; literally. The flames of his burning mansion shot 30 feet into the air, and everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for Reenk who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, everyone began to shower Reenk with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him. So just as the song ended, the gentleman noted he was alone and ran away.

Reenk dedicated his performance to his two favourite things in the world, then retired to his massive bed with all his pretty ladies.

Splitpersonality wrote this one.

Joooray was walking home, writing down things in his notebook. As he rounded the last corner, he noticed three figures emerge from the darkness. He knew this was coming. He decided to try to rush home. They started to move towards him, but not walking. They were all hopping. Joooray's face was the textbook display of confusion, as the three men were wearing rabbit suits. Jooray broke into a run, but they hopped fast and faster. When the rabbit men caught up to him, they carried him off and proceeded to make multiple hilarious youtube videos as Bugs Bunny and making Joooray as Fudd. After they were done, they buried him in their rabbit hole and in the process, killed joooray.

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."

I hope they were entertaining enough.

Good effort to Tincow and Split, who did an excellent job this game. Thank you for your contributions, AVSM and Csargo. Sometimes real life happens. :shrug: Congrats, team.

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and started singing out loud. He waved towards Pyschonaut and Pyscho threw off his clever visage and pulled an object from his bag. He threw it at Csargo, split and atheotes. They all looked, Reenk as well and saw... Wee Sean. Sitting there, he licked his paws, the pure sight of the "Aww" moment. Beefy used the distraction to grab a megaphone and continue singing. The noise was so dreadful, it actually forced them to kill themselves.

Pyschonaut and Beefy stood grinning at each other. They'd won, and now they could live in happiness with their cat.


Game over.

Crazy singing man and his cat victory.



Alive: 2/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Reenk Roink
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:


Interesting tidbit: Wee Sean did not roleblock the person that had possesion of him.

Now I knew my ending was fake because I had missed so many primes throughout the game. But split really seemed to believe. :beam: :laugh4:

What rationalization can be made for this ending though? :sweatdrop:

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

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Originally Posted by Beefy187

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

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Lovely how I can tie that old game in like this, eh? :grin2:

I'm going to go back and re read it. :laugh4:

So Beefy really did want that cat?

Quote:

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Originally Posted by pevergreen

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Beefy187

Well the third one totally make me happy :beam:

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Lovely how I can tie that old game in like this, eh? :grin2:

I'm going to go back and re read it. :laugh4:

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Oh man, that was two and a half years ago now. Same time as the first Castle game was being hosted.

It was also like...the second week of me going out with that girl. Wow. Oh well, England has to deal with her now...


Yeah, beefy wanted the cat. In addition, the first game (this is the second, right) was based off a theatre play we saw together for school, the cat was probably our favourite character. So why not have his son in this one, since he was in the first one. :laugh4:

Um... was this a three way draw or what?

What on Earth?

Wee Sean is the coolest.

What the :daisy:

I give up on trying to understand this game.

I bet I know what the next one is. Though I'm sorry about Reenk. :(

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and smacked atheotes, while split and Csargo flanked Reenk and Pyschonaut respectively. With a jerk of his head, atheotes regained motor control. He laughed and looked at Pyschonaut.

"You'll be joining me now, won't you."

Pyschonaut just nodded. As atheotes and his new friends went to the prison to gather those convicted, he glanced at his team. It wasn't nearly as many as he had hoped, but he did alright. Two mafia members, and two townies.

From a hill overlooking the town, Reenk Roink just shook his head.


A few months later:

atheotes stepped off the ship and kissed the ground. He was finally home. As his friends stepped out, the police cuffed them all. atheotes smiled and directed them towards his truck. Those fences won't build themselves.


Game over.

Kiwi victory.




Alive: 5/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo
atheotes

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 19/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market

Escaped to see another day: 1/39
Reenk Roink


Thats it. The real ending.

Congratulations to atheotes, for his victory, and to his newly found workers with no wage; split, Csargo, Beefy and Pyschonaut.



Mafia members:
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
Csargo
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
TinCow

Australian Cult Members:
Methos
YLC
atheotes

Kiwi Cult Member:
atheotes

Scottish killers:
Thermal Mercury
Warman

Doctors:
Dr. Yaseikhaan
Lord Winter the intern
Renata the Emergency Room specialist.
Joooray the Pyschiatrist

French Kidnapper:
Sigurd

Arsonist:
Reenk Roink

Original carer of Wee Sean:
Sasaki Kojiro

Town Drunk:
GeneralHankerchief

Priest:
Centurion1

Queen:
Chaotix

Special Townie:
Diamondeye

Detective:
Scienter

Wait so we lose.

Just to make sure, I'm going to wait a few more days :beam:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Wait so we lose.

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No, I lose you win. Kiwis won and you were recruited.

Summary of night events:

Night 1:

AVSM and TinCow kill Winston Hughes
ATPG investigates Scienter
atheotes blocks actions against YLC
Csargo and split kill Myrddraal
Joooray investigates Seamus
Methos and YLC convert Secura
Reenk Roink primes YLC
Scienter investigates Reenk Roink
Sigurd kidnaps Reenk Roink
Thermal and Warman kill Khazaar
Yaseikhaan protects Greyblades

Night 2:
AVSM and Csargo kill Sasaki
ATPG and split kill Scienter
atheotes converts TinCow
Joooray investigates Secura
Methos and YLC convert Niklas
Renata revives Winston Hughes
Thermal attempts to kill GH

Night 3:
ATPG and Csargo attempt to kill Seamus
Atheotes and Methos convert Renata
Centurion1 converts Secura
Joooray investigates YLC
Sigurd kidnaps TinCow
Thermal and Warman kill Sigurd
TinCow investigates Crazed Rabbit
Yaseikhaan protects Seamus

Night 4:
AVSM investigates GH
atheotes converts Renata
Csargo and split kill Methos
joooray investigates TinCow
Methos and YLC convert Seamus
Reenk Roink primes Renata
Renata revives ATPG
Thermal attempts to kill Renata
Yaseikhaan protects Centurion1


Night 5:
AVSM and split kill Diamondeye
ATPG and Csargo kill YLC
joooray investigates Zack
Reenk Roink primes YLC

Night 6:
ATPG, Csargo and AVSM kill Yaseikhaan
joooray investigates Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink primes ATPG
split investigates Pyschonaut
Warman kills Seamus and ATPG
Yaseikhaan protects Csargo

Night 7:
atheotes recruits Beefy187
Reenk Roink primes Diamondeye

Night 8:
AVSM and split kill White_eyes:D
Csargo investigates Winston Hughes
joooray investigates GH

Night 9:
AVSM investigates joooray
atheotes converts Csargo
joooray investigates Subotan
Reenk Roink primes Winston Hughes
split attempts to kill Reenk

Night 10:
AVSM and split kill Joooray
joooray investigates Beefy187
Reenk Roink primes Joooray

Night 11:
atheotes converts split
Reenk Roink primes atheotes
split kills Captain Blackadder

The spreadsheet i used to keep track of the game

http://www.filefront.com/16396661/Activity%20sheet.xlsx


https://img684.imageshack.us/img684/4230/sheetp.jpg

Green - alives
Red - dead
Yellow - cult
Orange - kidnapped

Is mostly correct, stopped worrying about it towards the second half of the game though.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

No, I lose you win. Kiwis won and you were recruited.

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No, atheotes wins, we're all just slave labor in New Zealand...

Australian Cultist quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/93DQYwLxdW8BD

Cultist new members quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/tzZ9DrWvVrqKE

Mafia quicktopic:
http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/N2MFUqbBnDB5U

Well, I guess I indirectly killed someone?

Also: "I won't let my mason partners endanger themselves" my ***

Abilities:

Australian cultists:

Together with one other Australian, you may convert one person to your cause every night. The third person may choose one of you or him/herself and prevent any actions occurring to that person (including, but not limited to protections, roleblocks and killing)
If your numbers fall to 2, you may continue converting one per night, but you lose the secondary ability. If you have only one original member standing, they may recruit one person every second night.

Kiwi Cultist:

You may choose to convert a person on the second night or following nights for yourself. This person will become your partner, and known to your partners. The two of you together may convert one person to your cause per night.

Mafia Members:
With one other member, you may kill anyone. This may fail if they are protected or if one of you is roleblocked. To avoid the roleblock, you may add a third person to the kill attempt. If you decide to have two sets of two attack, the fifth person may perform an investigation on one person. Each person must send in orders for them to be successful.
If you fall to four members, you may still send two kill groups of two, or have one kill group of 3 and one investigation. If you fall to three members, you will have one kill and one investigation, or just one kill. If you fall to two or one members, you will regain the ability to kill two people per night, using one member per kill, or in the latter case, both.

TinCow: would die if investigated by joooray
ATPG: dies upon contact with Wee Sean
AVSM: after death, gets revived as town

All three did not know they had those special modifiers, but it was hinted at in their role PM.

Arsonist:
Every night, you may select a single person to "prime". During the day phase, you may trigger the "prime" (via PM to the host, or if you so wish, in thread) and have that person killed. You can use this to appear as a day time serial killer, or you can wait and "prime" multiple people and kill them all in a massive heap.

Town Drunk:
You may only post nonsense and gibberish, apart from two things: actual votes and the following:
At any time, you may send a PM to the host with a riddle of medium to hard complexity. If the host gives the go ahead, you may post this in thread asking for the answer. If someone answers correctly, you gain the ability to "unlynch" one person, that is, break them out of prison. They will then function as fully alive citizens, and retain all abilities and alignments they had whilst alive.

Scottish:
Together you may, at the start of the game, kill one person. This may increase to two kills, and may reduce back to one, depending on the flow of the game. You will be notified when either of these things happen.

This was intended to keep the kill rate at the higher number of possible kills.

Kidnapper:
Every second night you may kidnap a person. They will then effectively be dead. On the following night, you may investigate them and get their role and alignment. At any point, you may choose to release a person back to the town. If you die, any/all people you have kidnapped will return to the town.

ER doctor:
Every second night, you may select one person and bring them back to life. They will retain any abilities or alignments they had while alive.

Doctor:
You may select one person besides yourself and have them saved from any harm that may come to them that night. However, due to the drugs you use, you may not protect the same person 3 nights in a row, they need at least one night off before you can resume protecting them.

Detective:
Once per night, you may investigate a person and get their role.

This role was also the anti arsonist. If they investigated a primed target, they would remove the prime, and the arsonist would not know.

Queen:
If you are lynched, you will be actually killed, and if you are killed by this or any other method, the following day phase will be skipped due to your funeral.

Priest:
Once per two nights, you may encourage someone to renounce any love they have for other lands, convincing them that staying in England is a much better idea.

Pyschiatrist:
Each night, you may investigate one person and find out their role and alignment.

Intern Doctor:
You may choose one person each night, besides yourself, and protect them from any harm that comes to them.

Had a 33% chance of killing whoever he targeted due to mistakes

Special Townie:
What does this mean? You don't know.

Gets revived after death and joins the mafia team.

Wait - why is there four endings?

Check out The Godfather 3, by GH. Blame him.

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honestly, i thought and consider that all Kiwis win including Tincow, Renata, AskthePizzaguy, Csargo, Beefy and Splitpersonality. Without Tincow and Particularly ATPG, i dont think the kiwis would have won. :bow:

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Originally Posted by atheotes

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honestly, i thought and consider that all Kiwis win including Tincow, Renata, AskthePizzaguy, Csargo, Beefy and Splitpersonality. Without Tincow and Particularly ATPG, i dont think the kiwis would have won. :bow:

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Yeah, I thought so too.

I certainly thought so, considering the fit I threw when pever told me I had reverted to town upon my death. By then I knew the Australians and Kiwis were cults, and the identities of two mafia members -- how could I continue under those conditions? So I didn't.

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

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Originally Posted by Secura

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

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That's usually the case. See Beefy's signature line: It's who you least expect to be guilty.

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Originally Posted by Secura

And so it transpires that I wasn't guilty of anything whatsoever, and certaintly not being the backstabbing cow I was painted out to be.

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I always knew you weren't a traitor; I was the traitor. You were just a convenient scapegoat. Sorry if that annoyed you, but I needed an explanation for why Methos and YLC got knocked off in succession.

I've got to be entirely honest and say that I don't think the game was balanced whatsoever; while I was still town when I requested the WOG (busy busy at the time), I was still hoping to rejoin the Australians, but looking back at the QuickTopics and the fact that atheotes was always Kiwi and TinCow was foisted onto the Aussies... it seems as though the Australians had no chance of winning whatsoever, and to be frank, that doesn't make for a good game; YLC and Methos lost for reasons completely and utterly out of their control... they were basically going to die from the off.

I think any role should be able to win in a game of mafia, but when the chips are stacked that high against you, you're pretty much up excrement creek without a paddle. I know there's probably going to be alot of disagreement, but that's my two cents, really. I don't think I've been part of a game where things have just been that confusing and that stacked in mafia favour before.

As for annoying me... that would be an understatement. I think it's more disappointment than anything; disappointment that I was recruited, lied to regarding motives, kept in the dark then unconverted and treated with suspicion and disdain for matters I had no control over. I chastised and pressured Centurion for reasons why he converted me back, and I was not informed; I told the Australians everything and was still treated as a liar.

Anyway, I know now who to trust and who to overlook entirely, and I believe that I can walk away from the game with integrity, which suits me fine.

What's bad, is I had figured out it was Tincow that was the traitor, but due to other things I never came back to the game after I figured it out. After YLC's accusation against Secura and then his withdrawal, I posted an argument against Secura, but didn't request a vote against her. Like I told Secura, the leak is the first one who votes her and sure enough, Tincow did exactly that. Sorry I didn't stick around long enough to help after that point. Also, sorry Secura that I had to say such harsh things against you, but it was the best way to catch the leak (Tincow).

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Originally Posted by Methos

What's bad, is I had figured out it was Tincow that was the traitor, but due to other things I never came back to the game after I figured it out. After YLC's accusation against Secura and then his withdrawal, I posted an argument against Secura, but didn't request a vote against her. Like I told Secura, the leak is the first one who votes her and sure enough, Tincow did exactly that. Sorry I didn't stick around long enough to help after that point. Also, sorry Secura that I had to say such harsh things against you, but it was the best way to catch the leak (Tincow).

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Yes, but the town didn't believe it unfortunately... it's worse for Niklas who was lynched in my stead after I asked for the WOG for the same reason I was supposed to be lynched; it was well-played, but I still feel it was imbalanced against you and YLC (and, indeed, the town) from the get-go, really.

Sorry for the accusations Secura, they weren't personal - I did suspect TC, but couldn't understand what his motivation would have been. As to keeping all the converts in the dark, I wanted to insure a minimum of in thread behavior change.

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Originally Posted by YLC

Sorry for the accusations Secura, they weren't personal - I did suspect TC, but couldn't understand what his motivation would have been. As to keeping all the converts in the dark, I wanted to insure a minimum of in thread behavior change.

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Don't worry about it... you just know now that I was loyal to your cause right to the point of rule-breaking (albeit unwittingly) for your benefit. Hopefully people will bear that in mind in future games.

It was fun though. :3

secura i randomly picked you i didnt even know what my role did i thought i was a roleblocker.

Apologies to YLC, Methos and Secura - I just played the game and took advantage of the situation. :bow:
I was set up to be in competition with the Aussies. They did not know about my intentions, but I had to deal with the fact that to wait till the second night to recruit and also stay out of suspicion from the Aussies. When i could have recruited for my own cause, i still recruited for the aussies when YLC had he cat.

Though it might seem imbalanced...it is only seems so because i recruited TC, who was mafia. Otherwise i would have lost. After Tincow died i could only recruit every other night.
We had to figure out a lot of things along the way, ATPG helped me quite a bit and i still could have lost the game even during the last night. If i got killed, i had no chance for victory. The mafia could have easily killed me and gotten a victory of their own. I had to be on the guard against that possibility which became a likelihood in my eyes after pever told TC and ATPG that they are not kiwis after they died.

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Originally Posted by atheotes

pever told TC and ATPG that they are not kiwis after they died.

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pever never told me that, I thought I died a kiwi.

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Originally Posted by TinCow

pever never told me that, I thought I died a kiwi.

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hmm...thats what ATPG told me...perhaps it was just him.

I never needed to tell TC. TinCow was, as far as I could see, doing nicely as a dead person. ATPG was not. No one retained their converted allegiance after death.

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Originally Posted by atheotes

hmm...thats what ATPG told me...perhaps it was just him.

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It wouldn't have made a difference to me anyway. It's extremely unbalanced for someone recruited to an anti-town group to revert to their original status on death. That would essentially mean that the anti-town group would be defeated unless they can keep all of their members alive, something which is pretty much impossible. As such, I would never have revealed any of the kiwis after I died, even if I had known... it's simply too game-breaking.

eh what can i say:

Some roles are there for fun, not to win.

From about day 5 onwards, I no longer cared about this game. The attitude and effort of quite a few players made hosting this game no fun at all. I was on the edge of asking for it to be shut down for 3 or 4 real life days.

I hope a few of you enjoyed playing, because this turned into a rather large chore.

For my own part, I must say that the incentive to be more active is pretty weak. Every time I try to get more involved in a game here at the org, and do more than just post 1-2 line accusations, people start to think that I'm acting suspiciously. On the other hand, when I stay quieter and avoid saying anything remotely controversial, I seem to coast along quite easily, without the slightest fear of being lynched.

I enjoyed the game pever and thanks for hosting it.:2thumbsup: I also know a few people who enjoyed it till they died.

In case anyone is interested: the QTs that were used by the Aussie group -
one for the core members: http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/93DQYwLxdW8BD
and one for the recruits: http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/tzZ9DrWvVrqKE

Thanks for hosting. :bow:

It was warman's idea to kill renata, I was against it at first but went with it for the hope of WIFOM paying off.... :bounce:

Which made it all the worse when he didn't send the order in, that was a breaking point for me, but oh well.

Besides someone else killed her....

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I'm just glad I was right about you, TM. Mwahahahahaha.

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Originally Posted by Renata

I'm just glad I was right about you, TM. Mwahahahahaha.

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Yeah... :juggle:

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Man, this was quite a ride. And a confusing one, too.

I'm very ashamed that I didn't do a better job in helping the town to victory, but I was never as active as I liked to be and also had a hard time figuring out how to utilise my role for the advantage of the town. It was the first time I was a pro-town detective and so I was pretty inexperienced in how to act from the outset. Additionally with the way pever set the game up and me not being able to communicate with the people I investigated as innocent, and unfortunately I mainly investigated innocent people, I really didn't know how to act on my knowledge. Also with all these crazy roles around, I never knew what to think of anybody and I wasn't aware of my anti-arsonist ability. So, pever, I liked that you tried to limit the ability of a pro-town movement, but maybe this wasn't actually necessary with the kiwis and aussies around, as this movement could have never been entirely sure about the real motivation of its members.
Also BTW: Why did I investigate Beefy as normal townie when he was the crazy cat man?

Looking back at the game, I guess I should have revealed my role earlier. But I decided to wait until I had something to present to the others and unfortunately I never had. For one, as said before, I only once hit a mafioso (TinCow), who I killed by investigating and most of the innocent I investigated, where killed or lynched soon after.


So, sorry for my bad performance and congratulation to those bloody kiwis for their victory. :wink:
And above all, thanks to pever for hosting this. I'm sad to hear that you didn't enjoy it. I at least had a fun time. :bow: