Thats related to the history of mafia.Quote:
Seriously, the last ten pages or so are an example of human psychology at its finest
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Thats related to the history of mafia.Quote:
Seriously, the last ten pages or so are an example of human psychology at its finest
A serious aside:
Please don't do this guys. There are some people in this world who value oaths/swearing to something. This shouldn't be used in mafia, where part of the game is to decieve.Quote:
Quote wherein poster swore by a higher power, since edited in original post. -- SF
I am speaking the truth, I would not do that unless I was serious Myrddrall.
I will edit it out if you want me to.
It's ok, I know you are telling the truth, but I'd appreciate it if you used different language. I have been telling the truth, but nobody believes me. Deception is part of mafia. If people swear to things and they are telling the truth, then the town has the ultimate trump card; everybody swears to be a townie and the mafia are stuck.
If the mafia then swear to be townies, people are swearing to things which are not true. That's not good imo. I know there are people out there who will break their word on a whim, but I'm not one of them and I'd like to play mafia without having to swear to anything please. It also defeats the whole point of the game.
Sorry if this is just me being sensitive. Lying is part of mafia, I have no problem lying a lot as a mafioso, but when it comes to swearing :no:
This has been brought up in previous games and I believe that a majority of the players agree with you, Myrddraal.Quote:
Originally Posted by Myrddraal
Replace his words with daisies. That's what Banquo does when people swear, isn't it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Myrddraal
The is the Kingdom of Mafia, not the War and Politics one...
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
What the fudge? I'm gone just one schoolday and I'm accused of killing EF, by Kagemusha, the one who's responsible? Geez!
Scotty and I tried to kill Shlin. If I'm lying, Lothar and the Illuminati can take turns slapping Peter as I request several more.
I may be dead but this has become very entertaining.... Go town.
...So is it day or night?
Is a bit late CA......Quote:
24. Pretend like you don't have time to pay attention when you're really just lurking scum.
(about another 8 hours of night to go I think - hope the townies aren't sleeping too secure in their beds...:devilish: )
I actually don't have time. I started University last week.
With two hours left, I lack PMs from a majority of players....
Group 1: codeword: FlamingoQuote:
Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh
The ploy of the Cunnios has been beautiful. All throughout the game, they have used the mafia to kill the town, and have used the town to kill the Cunnio's mafia rivals.
They infiltrated the town, and passed on the information they gathered about townies with roles to their mafia rivals, who then killed these townies for them. Simultanously, they had infiltrated the town’s vigilante groups, and have killed their mafia rivals throughout the game together with the town.
They ran absolutely no risk. Their kills on their mafia rivals were accounted for to the town as vig hits. And they were also hidden from the other families because they were town vig kills.
And at the same time, their complete and utter absence of kills as a family was accounted for to their mafia rivals by their infiltration efforts.
So both the town and the mafia, throughout the game, have thought that the Cunnios were working with them.
Meanwhile, the Cunnios ran absolutely no risk at all. They did not even need to make a single kill as a family until yesterday. They left all the killing to the town and the other families. Even as we speak, the Cunnios have infiltrators in both the town and in Kagemusha’s family's associates .
The town is dead. Just three players left, who can't kill.Quote:
Originally Posted by Makanyane
The Cunnios have used both the town and the mafia families. We have all been equally duped. The families don’t share in a mafia win through the Cunnio win, they share in defeat to the Cunnios together with the town.
The Cunnios are not even pretending anymore that they are or have been playing for a common mafia victory. They revealed themselves yesterday, by openly lynching a rival don. The town thought it was fun, but we were played just as much as the Cunnios mafia rivals. :wall:
We have one last chance of stopping them, if all the non-Cunnios team up. But I fear it is too late for that.
Oh, and there is yet hope for the mafia! you can eat yourself free!
Sicilian Mafioso too Fat for Prison
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An accused Mafioso has been told he must serve the rest of his sentence at home because he is too fat for Italian jails.
Salvatore Ferranti, who weighs 33 stone (210 kg), was allowed to go home after spending six months in four Italian prisons, his lawyer said.
Guards said they constantly needed to help the 36-year-old get dressed and undressed, move about and go to the bathroomGuards said they constantly needed to help the 36-year-old get dressed and undressed, move about and go to the bathroom.
They added that there was no bed big enough for him and that he could not get through the bathroom doors.
Ferranti is accused of being a member of the Mafia clan once headed by Salvatore Lo Piccolo, the "boss of bosses", who was arrested last November.
If the town is dead indeed, you sure make loud noise praising Cunnios and trying to get others to attack them.:inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
Sorry Kage, call me a broken record, but...the Cunnio's betrayed your trust, backstabbed you, and openly lynched you. Why you are rooting for their win at the expense of your family and allies is beyond me. ~:confused:
You, of all players, certainly have some sympathy for backstabbers and traitors, hmmm?Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
:smash:
Im rooting for mafia victory. But if it makes you happy, my mission to have that, could be highly unlike to be successful. We will probably see lot of backstabbing and other activities, so the crowd can be happy to have their drama. But in the other context, it seems majority of players have already gone inactive. Maybe my lynching and braking my streak of being undefeated mafioso was enough of climax for some people. But thats what you get by valuating the situation the wrong way:clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
You were brutally betrayed by me, Andres. Now do as mafia in this game does and cheer for your betrayer! :smash:Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
More seriously:
We have all been betrayed by the Cunnios. Town and mafia alike. The betrayal did not start yesterday with the Cunnio murder of Elite Ferret and Kage's lynch. The Cunnios have played both the town and the mafia throughout the game. They win, without firing a single shot as a family until n13. :wall:
Who do you think was in those town wiseguy groups? Some half of the members of them turned out to be Cunnios. They have been killing mafiosi all throughout the game. That's why the town was never suspicious of them. And that is why the town was so confident that there would be no common mafia victory. :book:
Yeah lets go out all and kill the Cunnios! Then the remaining mafia should probably just kill themselves for the heck of it. Lets first see what your wiseguys will do tonight.Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
~:mecry: ~:mecry: ~:mecry:
Bugger, when I said Saturday that we would see a lot of crying mafiosi before this was all over, I had hoped that they would all team up against the backstabbing mafia family once they found out which one it was. :embarassed:
Apparently, not. Apparently, the scenario that Elite Ferret is the one don in the history of mafia who is somehow excluded from knowing who his family members are, or the scenario that EF was killed by his two mades simply for the heck of it, is more convincing than the scenario that the family who lynched a don and betrayed the truce is the one responsible for all this. :wall:
(Was Sasaki behind all of this? Who else can not only come up with a beautiful double-layered double-cross of both the town and four families at the same time, and execute it with military precision and discipline, AND be devious enough to convince those he betrayed or even had lynched that they should root for the people who just killed them. Sasaki was not a member of your family yet, was he, Kage? I think it is no mere coincidence that he has *ahem* joined the Cunnios now, tonight.)
This is main thread post #
“It is a time of great light
And a great darkness
Can't you feel the present
Of its phenomenon
In an atmosphere supreme
Forces dwells in dominancy
The essence of its spirit is evil
As a curse upon thy name
Midnight is the shepherd of mysterious powers
And moving shadows in the corner of the eye
Moon's blazing intuition
Contains what death require”
-- Limbonic
Summary, Night Fourteen
Joe Monks stood at the railing of the boardwalk, gazing out across the moonlit sea. He crushed his cigarette, dropping it into the sand below. A slow, patient exhale sent the soft smoke twirling in the moonlight. He waited, enjoying the night.
The first crossbow bolt took him in the middle of the back. Tonight, there was no armor between Joe and fate and the bolt punched deep into him. Joe staggered, but held himself from falling. His exhale was sharper this time, and pained, but he did not cry out or scream. He just straightened and continued to gaze out past the breakers and into the Atlantic.
The second bolt struck higher, punching through Monk’s right scapula and into the lung. This one brought him to his knees. He remained silent throughout, still gazing out across the dark sea, his breathing shallower and shallower until, at last, that too stopped. He crumpled softly to the boardwalk.
Two dark figures glided up behind him. Neither spoke. One knelt to leave a brief note: “Cosi sempre a traditori.” Both figures paused over the body, lingering just one short moment, and then faded back into the shadowed streets of Fatlington.
Leet Erikson was nervous. Things had not gone quite as…expected…lately. He peered between the blinds of his front window, scanning the street in front of his house. Then he spotted the shrouded figure in the shadows between two of the bungalows across the little street. He could just make out the shape of a crossbow and the glint of something metal as the figure turned.
Leet spun away from the window just before the bolt went through the glass where he’d been standing, peering through the parted Venetian blinds. He quickly brought up his shotgun and moved out through the front door.
<<He can’t reload in time,> thought Leet, <<and a shotty trumps his stupid bow!>>
Leet charged into the street quickly pumping a round of shot into the corner post behind which the crossbowman had taken refuge. He racked another round into the barrel and paused to take a better shot.
Leet wore his armored vest, but the shot that struck him from the left had been designed for tougher armor. The .55 round from the Boys ATR struck just above his left hip on a downward angle, effortlessly punching through the body armor, Leet’s abdomen, his right pelvis, and, finally deforming, exited in a huge, torn wound at his right hip – taking the joint with it. Leet dropped his weapon and collapsed in the street, screaming in agony at the unbelievable pain from the wound.
The crossbowman walked forward carefully, just in case Leet somehow managed to grab his weapon. Though instantly lethal, the crossbow bolt was almost an act of mercy.
Caius and Shlin28 were sitting at the bar at the Hotel Abbatoir. Both had gone back to their apartments at first, but just couldn’t relax. Without any consultation, both found themselves at the bar, so they shared a table. The last couple of weeks had been a constant strain and they decided that, all-in-all, a few boilermakers weren’t going to hurt anything.
Just after Shlin left, a tall masked figure in a high-collared black frock coat, sleeves embroidered with stylized gold dragons and pins on either collar point swept into the bar. He held the long hafted blade of the ashenderi with practiced ease.
“Shall we dance, Caius!” The blade whirled, a silver whispered circle of death that evoked screams from some at the bar – and sent most of the patrons backing away from Caius’ table.
“No, thanks," said Caius. He’d barely flinched as the blade whirled over his head and now just paused to sip his beer.
“Don’t know the steps, shadow-spawn? I’d be happy to teach you…”
“So cut my head off, then, Tee-Bee. Frankly, I’m just a bit tired of all this crap.”
Twilightblade stopped spinning his ashenderi and rested it. Looking at Caius with a look of disappointment and frustration.
“It’s no darn fun if you won’t play along,” said 'blade.
“No doubt.”
Caius kicked the chair Shlin had been using out a bit from the table, making space.
“’blade, why don’t you sit down, shut up, and let me buy you a drink,” said Caius, filling a shotglass from the bottle of Wild Turkey he and Shlin had been working on.
Twilightblade took a long look at Caius, then he put down his beloved Ashenderi, sat quietly down and picked up the glass. Both raised their shotglasses in a silent toast. Neither spoke, but just sat quietly together, easing their tensions – at least for the night – in a mellowed ethanol haze.
Both had splitting heads when Fermanagh’s police collected everybody for their required attendance at the morning meeting.
Morning Meeting, Day Fifteen
Fermanagh looked at the much-dwindled committee.
“We’re pretty certain that a new crime family has begun operating. There have been 3 crossbow-related deaths in two nights. I’m afraid it isn’t a good sign.”
He paused, not sure what to make of the listless expressions on the faces of some of the committee and entirely unsure what to make of the stares of the others.
“I’m afraid our follow-on investigations have produced some disturbing results. TinCow was confirmed to be a WiseGuy, but we were unable to establish a clear connection to one of the crime families. We can’t be certain he was opposed to the town. Both JimBob and Brave Sir Robin were townies. We have some indications that both may have been involved in the attacks, but rumors suggest they were targeting the mafia. Some of the rumors said the same thing about TinCow.”
“Let me add that we’re pretty certain that Glenn, JimBob, and Rob_the_Celt were all in some kind of secret society. There are simply too many coincidences in the paraphanelia they had etc. for them not to have had some connection. I’m sorry I can’t add anything more.”
“Thanks, commissioner,” said Craterus. “I’ll remind you all that today we select a Director as well as vote for whomever we think is guilty of these continuing crimes…”
OOC
1. Day Fifteen lynch voting and director selection commences as of now. Votes are due to me no later than 0800 EDT tomorrow, 3/14/8 (1200 GMT).
2. Current List of Players:
Still Alive: (11) Caius, CountArach, Craterus, gibsonsg91921, Proletariat, Sasaki Kojiro, scottishranger, shlin28, TruePraetorian, Twilightblade, Xehh II.
Attacked: (37) Andres (N2, N3), Beefy187 (N1), Brave Sir Robin (N7), Caius (N3, N14), Charge (N9), Craterus (N6), Crazed Rabbit (N6), Cowhead418 (N2), Elite Ferret (N10, N12, N13), Evil_Maniac from Mars (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N2, N3), Glenn (N1, N2), Ichigo (N9), Kagemusha (N6), Proletariat (N4, N4, N5, N6, N7, N8, N9), Sasaki Kojiro (N5, N7), shlin28 (N13), taka (N2), Tran (N5, N7, N8), TinCow (N7), Twilightblade (N4, N5), Xdeathfire (N1)
Murdered: (38) Drisos (N1), Lord Winter (N2), Beefy187 (N3), Glenn (N3), Pannonian (N3), taka (N3), The Stranger (N3), Zorg (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N4), Kommodus (N4), Moros (N4), Xiahou (N4), Chimpyang (N5), Kamikhaan (N5), Motep (N5), Rythmic, (N5), woad&fangs (N5), ajaxfetish (N6), FactionHeir (N6), Lt. Pinard (N6), Louis VI the Fat (N6), Husar (N7), NorthNovas (N7), Makanyane (N8), Sarathos (N8), Tran (N8), Haudegen (N9), Cowhead418 (N10), Ichigo (N10), LittleGrizzly (N10), Myrddraal (N11), Warluster (N11), Brave Sir Robin (N12), Elite Ferret (N13), Ironside (N13), norwegian nerd (N13), Joe Monks (N14), Leet Erikson (N14).
Killed During an Attack: (1) Evil_Maniac from Mars (N8).
Lynched: (14) pevergreen (D2), Hannibalbarca (D3), Tiberius of the Drake (D3), Omanes Alexandrapolites (D4), Andres (D5), Xdeathfire (D6), Dutch_guy (D7), Sigurd Fafnesbane (D8), Hiji (D9), Crazed Rabbit (D10), Charge (D11), TinCow (D12), Kukrikhan (D13), Kagemusha (D14).
Removed from Play: (15) Fahad I (D4), Killfr3nzy (D4), x-dANGEr (D4), Sapi (N4), Warmaster Horus (N5), Rob_the_Celt (N5), molonthegreat (N5), johnhughthom (D8), Alexander the Pretty Good (N9), Big King Sanctaphrax (N9), Roadkill (N9), Caeser the III (N11), Draco Leman (N11), JimBob (N12), Jubal_Barca (N12).
I guess my guys decided to just die. Im sure Craterus the worm feels high and mighty now.Also the townie infiltrators that killed their Don ,could you now please lynch Craterus, so the town cant start celebrating.
Select: Craterus I know I can't vote, but can I select? If not, let me know.
I'll ignore the jibes till the endgame...
*yawn* vote:craterus
GAH!!! sorry Kage, I told my guys not to vote for you but they don't seem to be Tataglias anymore, I was killed by Craterus I'm sure of it. For example that last kill with crossbows left an Italian phrase at the end just like my kill had.
Oh and the 'Italian Destiny' family leave a Spanish phrase so I'm not sure why they are called that :clown:
Well whether you will be betrayed or if the town gave you the victory, it doesnt chance much what i think of you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Craterus
Bwahahahahaha! :laugh4:
Ah well, sorry, gotta catch a train... ~D