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Is this where I sign up? Sounds like a good game, if i'm posting in the right place I'm in as well.
Sure, I'll do that once the game gets underway.Quote:
Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh
Xehh II, you're in. Welcome to Mafia on the .org! :2thumbsup:
That's a long time to wait...:bigcry:
In
Vote to Kill: Kommodus
**runs away into the crowds**
Thanks KommodusQuote:
Originally Posted by Kommodus
in!
Yes, but it also gives plenty of time for more people to sign up. I'd really like to have at least 35 people playing, and I think that's a realistic goal.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ichigo
Good things come to those who wait! ~;)
Oh, you better pray I don't have to mod-kill you! :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Tran
Room for one more?
Looks like we'll have a decent size game again.
Eeeeh, I'm tempted, but I don't really have much time.
All right, I'm in! We'll see how this goes :smile:
Long time no viddy, Eyeless.
Glad you've come back to the "dance" half-man.
:smartass:
Good to see you Sigurd. A lot of old players coming back I like seeing that.
@Kommodus: I'm not playing a game currently so you can see why I'm anxious for this one to start. Since I'm used to be playing or atleast comment on a game. :shame: I should be more patient.
Thank you Seamus, it's good to see someone show proper respect my friend. People these days don't show enough respect; it won't be forgotten.
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I hope you're not the inquisitor type like Sasaki. Your avatar is so... scary...Quote:
Originally Posted by Myrddraal
Wouldn't like to get prosecuted by that...
:eeeek:
Be afraid...be very afraid. He and Sasaki have different styles -- but Myrd' took me to the cleaners once (with style I might add).Quote:
Originally Posted by AndresTheCunning
Ah, memories. :evilgrin:
It seems it isnt the first game for Myrdraal.
Well, glad to see new faces for vote :D
:shame:Quote:
Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief
GF2Quote:
Originally Posted by Caius Flaminius
Myrddraal definately has played before, and is a very good player imo.
That link brings back bad memories. Also, I can't believe I typed messages that bad. :bigcry:
And the fact we never got a write-up :angry:
This looks cool, but also scary what with being first mafia on-site. :dizzy2:
/in
I like the idea that we might get some 'Mafiosi-Offspring'.
Woot! With Killfr3nzy's addition, we're up to 31 players. That's good, but I think we can do even better!
I'm leaving in a few hours to go on a three-day business trip. We will start shortly after I return.
:thrasher:
I'm in!
All right Kommodus, it's been three days! Show yourself or I shall execute you and take over your mafia empire...:whip:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kommodus
:hanged: :rifle:
I've returned from my business trip. The game starts tomorrow. :2thumbsup:
WOOT! I'm excited! WB Kommodus!
AHHHHHHHHH:bigcry: :furious3: :bigcry:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kommodus
Gah!Quote:
Originally Posted by Kommodus
So long to wait...
If you were in Australia, the gam would've started by now... but nooooo, you had to live somewhere else...
The Countdown Begins…
Agent Harrison sat at a computer terminal in an MI-6 branch office, monitoring intelligence reports as they came in from the field. Though his job was perhaps less glamorous than that of a field agent, it was no less important to the successful operation of the agency. Each report needed to be evaluated according to importance and urgency, then relayed to the proper officers responsible for decision-making in each operation. He was, therefore, quite familiar with the details of a large number of operations currently in progress.
His heart gave a sudden skip, therefore, when he saw the name attached to the latest communiqué. It was related to one of the most critical operations in progress; however, communications from the agent in the field were rare. They had to be – anything more would be noticed by the highly vigilant internal security networks of the Cosa Nuova.
As Harrison scanned through the text of the message, his stomach dropped. “Oh no,” he whispered. “No, no, no… they can’t be ready this soon.” His fingers furiously dialed a number on the intercom system. “Get down here right now!” he said forcefully as soon as the call connected. “There’s something you must see immediately.”
“On my way,” said the voice on the other end, and hung up.
One moment later a second message appeared on Harrison’s screen, from the same source. He stared at it, alarmed – this could not be a good sign. Opening the message confirmed his worst fears. The single-line communiqué read simply:
I’VE BEEN MADE.
At that moment, the case manager of the Cosa Nuova infiltration operation, Agent Rowland, arrived. His eyes immediately riveted themselves to Harrison’s monitor. For a moment he clenched his fists and shook with silent rage. Then he exploded.
“Bloody… hell!” he shouted, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. He followed this with a string of colorful expletives, a vein bulging out of his reddened face. Finally he calmed down.
“I’m sorry,” Agent Harrison sighed. “I know she was a good friend of yours.”
“Agent Lesley was… the best field agent I’ve ever worked with,” Rowland sighed, exasperated. “In five years she’s the only one ever to have infiltrated the Cosa Nuova. She and the intelligence she gathered will be… irreplaceable. And as her handler, I share in the responsibility for this disaster.”
“Nevertheless, we must proceed with what we know,” said Agent Harrison. “We’ve lost our asset on the inside, yes. But she managed to get off one last message – the most important one yet. That’s what I called you down here to see.” He brought up the original communiqué on his screen.
Agent Rowland scanned the message quickly. Upon reaching the end of it, he furrowed his brow.
“Why would they choose that location?” he wondered aloud. “Surely they can find higher concentrations of mental capacity elsewhere.”
“I’m not sure,” Harrison shrugged. “The real problem will be tracking their operatives down. You know how adept they are at blending into the native population. And in a country that remote, where our government can’t intervene as strongly as we might like, they’re likely to eliminate any agents we send there before we can find them. If we tried an overt intervention, they’d simply cut and run and restart the entire operation elsewhere – and then we’d have no way of knowing where they’d gone.”
Rowland thought for a moment. “We have only one choice,” he said thoughtfully. “We will have to blend in as well. If their operatives succeed at this, the Cosa Nuova will have access to a processing network thousands of times more powerful and creative than any government on the planet. Their power and influence will skyrocket.”
He paced back and forth for a few moments. Finally he looked up decisively. “Get me Agent Bayingana.”
…
Two days later…
A tall Rwandan man was driving a beat-up jeep over a rough dirt road that wound its way through the savannah in southern Africa. MI-6 Agent Bayingana was going home.
The man looked calm and cheerful in his dark sunglasses and casual clothing. Beneath the surface, however, his mood was grim. The stakes were high. Success would give his government a chance to uncover the entire European branch of the Cosa Nuova’s research and development operation. Failure would result in a catastrophic victory for the criminal syndicate.
Once again he reviewed the mission specs in his mind. He would pose as a physician vaccinating the population of the small Rwandan village against common illnesses. In reality, however, his vials had been treated with something else.
“This chemical is an experimental substance designed to protect the body from a nanite invasion,” Agent Rowland had said. “Unfortunately it can only be given safely in small doses – any more and it risks the life of the subject. In such small amounts, it works its way through the body in about 24 hours. You will have to try to predict the Cosa Nuova’s targets and administer the vaccine carefully.”
The plan struck him as hardly satisfactory; the most he could hope for would be to delay his enemies. Nevertheless the vaccine was the only weapon he had against them; hopefully it would give him enough time to identify and eliminate them.
Agent Bayingana’s jeep rounded a hill and began to descend into a valley. Small plumes of smoke rose from the quiet village below. He had arrived.
…
The undercover MI-6 agent was not the first foreigner to arrive in the town of Gisenyi. Though the well-known genocide had taken place more than a decade ago, its fallout continued. Streams of refugees were still trickling in – some of them staying to settle down, others moving on within a day. The town’s population, it seemed, was in constant flux, and the concept of a “permanent resident” was all but forgotten.
In addition, tensions continued to run high. Not all of the returning refugees were, in fact, innocent villagers displaced by violence. Many were among those responsible for the atrocities of the past. Some held tenaciously to their murderous social views. Each day brought new reports of additional attacks. Had the slaughter truly ended? Many lived in constant fear that, having survived the first round of violence, they would be killed by resurgent bands of the “Interahamwe.”
In such a chaotic environment, the influence of official government officials was small or nonexistent. Instead, ancient tribal traditions and practices held sway. The security of the community was the responsibility of all, and under the tradition-inspired justice system known as Gacaca, the entire community participated in law enforcement and, when necessary, retribution.
The fragile community ties of Gisenyi, already frayed to the breaking point, were about to be tested to their utmost limits. For this unlikely setting was about to become a flashpoint in the battle for the mind, even the very soul, of humanity…
*** Signups are now closed ***
Roles will be assigned and PMs sent later tonight.
- There will be a total of three Cosa Nuova operatives (Mafiosi). Their number may increase as they convert “strong-minded” villagers to their side; however, only the original three operatives must be eliminated for the town to win.
- The precise number of strong-minded villagers is unknown. However, it is a small minority of the entire town. Their identities are hidden to all – including themselves.
- Agent Bayingana will be a pro-town role. His precise abilities are hidden.
- In addition, there will be several other players with pro-town roles. Their precise number and abilities are also hidden.
Be nice with Kommodus:whip:Quote:
Originally Posted by CountArach
Now, I have time to read the first post.:bounce: