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Day 1
CR and Kage sat on lounge chairs and drank sambuca while the henchmen (Bertha's dead, it's accurate now!) deliberated. They were generally bored and did not pay much attention, instead focusing their interests on the scantily clad waitress who brought them their drinks and olives.
One of the henchmen thought it was odd that a woman was walking around in a bikini serving drinks in Antarctica, particularly since no such woman had traveled with them. "Hey, where'd she come from?" he asked.
Another henchman glared at him. "Why do you want to know? Sounds like you're trying to distract us from the vote."
"ENOUGH!" roared CR. "This bickering must end!"
"Uh, sir, we weren't actually bickering," said the second henchman. "I just thought that was one of those smart, analytical things we're supposed to say. I don't actually think that guy did anything. I mean... where did she come from anyway?"
CR pull a gun and pointed it at the second henchman. "SILENCE! We cannot continue in this anarchic manner! There must be rules, there must be order!" He turned to the bikini-clad woman. "Bring forth the lirpa." The woman bowed low, showing ample cleavage, and left the room. She returned within the minute, carrying two odd-looking stalves. Half metal Q-Tip, half Mezzaluna. CR smiled.
"We shall settle this according to law and tradition," said Kage. He tossed the lirpa in front of the two henchman. "Vito, Salvatore, you shall prove your innocence with a battle to the death!"
Salvatore hesitated. "Do we have to? I kind of like Vito; he and I played shuffleboard on the ship over here and..." Vito punched him in the face and picked up a lirpa. Salvatore staggered back, reeling from the blow, but managed to grab his weapon as well.
"Kroykah!" shouted the bikini clad woman. Salvatore looked up at her, "Yes, ma'am! Let this fight end, let us be friends once more." The woman ignored him, grasped her throat, looked at Kage and gasped "Kroykah" once more. Kage sprang to his feet and gave her the Heimlich maneuver. Out popped an olive. "Oh, my hero!" the woman cooed, and jumped on his lap.
Salvatore was still looking at the evil overlords when Vito grabbed him from behind and started choking him. Salvatore struggled and tried to break the iron grip, but he could not get hold of Vito's fingers. After several long moments of flailing, Salvatore went limp and fell to the floor. Vito stood triumphant over his corpse, panting heavily with a ripped shirt. He gave the bikini-clad woman a smile and raised his eyebrow. She giggled and blushed.
CR clapped. "Now let that be a lesson to the rest of you. Follow orders or you shall live to regret it." He glanced at Salvatore's body. "Well, minus the live bit." He looked back at the assembled henchmen. "Now, get back to work! We want both a nuclear reactor and a bowling alley completed this evening!"
"Not necessarily in that order," added Kage.
Night 2 will end in:
Alive: (15/17)
[MAFIA] Bobby
[MAFIA] Bugsy
[MAFIA] Emilio
[MAFIA] Fat Tony
[MAFIA] Frank
[MAFIA] Johnny
[MAFIA] Luciano
[MAFIA] Luigi
[MAFIA] Nick
[MAFIA] Paulie
[MAFIA] Rocco
[MAFIA] Silvio
[MAFIA] Sonny
[MAFIA] Vinny
[MAFIA] Vito
Killed:
[MAFIA] Bertha (N1)
Lynched:
[MAFIA] Salvatore (D1)
Well we should really get this going. I mean after tonight there'll probably 3 of us who are dead.
Se i combattimenti era zoppo, come i combattimenti nel video, poi Salvatore è morto dal ridere troppo.
lol auto-translation sure is funny XD
I regret not voting this past round. I regret many things, in fact. Most of all I regret joining Kage and CR on this expedition. Also, you all need to brush your teeth. Your breaths all smell like stale coffee.
Huh, well, your breath stinks of rotting flesh, THING.
Noticed when you opened your mouth to sing.
Why this mournful melody do you ply?
Surely you don't expect us all to die?
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
What-a you-a saying? Makinga fun of my-a, um accent, que? Quindi perché non mi hai corretto allora?Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Frank
Night 2
Due to time constraints, the henchmen had made a communal decision to propose construction of a combination nuclear reactor and bowling alley. While such an arrangement did pose certain recreational hazards, it also provided interesting new options for secret agent torturing. As such, Kage and CR gave their approval to the design.
It did not take long for the team to unload the portable nuclear reactor and install it in one of the facility's sub-basements. The real challenge was laying down, and waxing, the bowling alley floor. While this was going on, one of the henchmen got to work on the pin recycling system, which was to have an optional switch that would send the pins through the nuclear reactor itself before standing them back up. He was working on some wiring when another henchman approached him from behind.
"Need some help?" asked the other man.
"Actually, yes," said the wirer. "Could you hand me the wire strippers from the toolbox over there?" He gestured vaguely at a nearby corner.
"Sure thing," said the other man, and walked over to the box. He returned a moment later. "Here you go."
The wirer turned around to take the tool, and got a good look at his assistant. The man was wearing the usual orange jumpsuit and the standard-issue combination fedora/hardhat. There was something odd about him though. "Hey, how'd you get seven eyes?"
"Oh, these?" replied the assistant. "They were all the rage on Arkintoofle Minor. It's been a while since I was there, but they just look so :daisy: good I like to put them on whenever I can."
"Was that, uh... a mission for another evil overlord?" stammered the wiring henchman.
The assistant grinned, showing row after row of sharpened teeth. "Something like that."
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"Superb! Bravo! Well Done!" CR was very pleased with the evening's work. The base now had more than enough electricity to power a gigantic super laser, and the bowling alley even had one of those arcade-grabber machines for winning fuzzy dice. "What do you think, Kage?"
Kage was in the middle of hurling a ball down one of the lanes. He tilted his head to the side watching his roll slam into the pins. It came up a seven-ten split. "Could use some more work," he replied.
CR waved his hand at his partner. "Ignore him, my good toadies, ignore him. He always gets grumpy when he goes more than a day or two without killing someone. You really did do an excellent job. We are very pleased."
Kage grunted.
"Now that we have sufficient power," continued CR, "the next step will be to erect the pleasure gardens and menagerie. Don't forget the river filled with piranhas. We want each one hand-painted with a different design, for maximum aesthetic effect."
"Maximum effect," echoed Kage.
The two evil overlords started to walk off, but CR turned back around as he reached the door. "Oh, and one more thing. Kage noticed a bit of ear on his bowling ball during his second frame. Turns out there's a whole lot of someone smeared on the walls back behind the ball return. Based on the sheer quantity of flesh, it looks like Fat Tony. Do try and figure out who is causing this mess as soon as possible, it would be somewhat inconvenient if we had to order more henchmen. Antarctica isn't covered by free shipping."
"Even with Amazon Prime," complained Kage.
Day 2 will end in:
Alive: (14/17)
[MAFIA] Bobby
[MAFIA] Bugsy
[MAFIA] Emilio
[MAFIA] Frank
[MAFIA] Johnny
[MAFIA] Luciano
[MAFIA] Luigi
[MAFIA] Nick
[MAFIA] Paulie
[MAFIA] Rocco
[MAFIA] Silvio
[MAFIA] Sonny
[MAFIA] Vinny
[MAFIA] Vito
Killed:
[MAFIA] Bertha (N1)
[MAFIA] Fat Tony (N2)
Lynched:
[MAFIA] Salvatore (D1)
I worked very closely with myself last night and can reasonably vouche that I am, in fact, not The Thing. Unless I am lying to me, but I just don't see me doing that.
Ugh, yet another write-up with no clues what-so-ever...
Vote: Abstain
The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain.
And so I must Vote: Abstain once again.
Vote: Frank
Who needs writeup clues? Only the mafia.
Yeah, that works... somehow. But yeah, I'm sensing you don't want to club your fellows over the head. For shame.
To be honest I'm amazed nobody has accused me of being the thing yet, seeing as two of the three fatties I suggested are now dead. Luigi, I don't rate your chances very highly. I'll vote: Abstain in the interim and see if anybody makes a good case (or any case, for that matter) this afternoon.
Here's a good case: Bugsy has suggested to kill the fatties, now two of them are dead. vote: Bugsy
Hah! He also currently has 48 posts, a clear indication of being scum.
Good riddance, Amazon Prime is a ripoff anyway.
Bobby, what are you trying to do with the big number thing?
Vote Frank
Woah! we have a confession! Vote: BugsyQuote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Bugsy
Unvote Frank
Vote Bugsy
This logic is flawless.
vote: Nick
Abstinence may help prevent the spread of apathetic types such as yourself, but it will do us no good here!
Who are you to deal out death and judgement?
I'm helping town; hope that's not what you meant.
Deary me; I knew this would happen as soon as I posted, but I just can't keep my mouth shut. It must be a genetic disorder or something.
On a serious note, I believe the relevant word in this situation is framing. If we're trying to catch the Thing, a good first step would be not lynching people who are clearly innocent - Mafiosi, human or alien, don't tend to publicly announce themselves. Therefore, instead of lynching me, I suggest we target somebody who actually has a chance of being scum. That, or just kill the poet/rapper fellow.
P.S. Nick, nothing personal :yes:
It's called WIFOM, and you already start.
And I'm no rapper, don't abase my art!
Finally, found it. I find myself hearing everything you say in the DJ's voice (starts about 9:52, and I promise it isn't rickrolling). Again, no offence intended; it's the rhyming couplets that do it, I think. Anyway, I'll get back on topic now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqyCsf-H45Q
Pack up the MelkTM, the f00nsTM are in the car.
With holy 00n's blessing, we shall go far.
Vote: NickQuote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Johnny
I like it. Abstinence-only programs don't work.
Only a prick would continue to pick on Nick for his schtick.
Vote: Bugsy
No, all is well - he's played The Nameless Mod (although he is a Goat and thus fated to eternal suffering for not recognising the great Lamar). In the realisation that I am certainly doomed, I would like to do something useful with the remainder of my life. Therefore, I am forming a henchpersons' union with the following demands:Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Paulie
1. Equal pay for equal work. It is intolerable in this day and age that stuffy evil overlords get better pay for lazing around and drinking sambuca than henchmen do for an honest day's labour.
2. Workers to work only in pairs, or preferably threes.
3. Free, unlimited internet access. It's on the Evil Overlord list, so you've got to give it to us!
4. Bugsy to be given complete amnesty from all crimes, past and present; Bugsy to be immune from lynching; Bugsy to be protected by armed guards at all times; all henchpeople other than Bugsy to be fed regular and fattening meals.
Who's with me guys? :titanic:
Also, on the off chance that it will do anything, unvote, vote: Nick. He has the next greatest amount of votes.
I'm wondering what would happen if there is another tie. Having Vito prevail over Salvatore without any kind of revote or vote-off is an odd tiebreaker for sure. The Thing is stronger than the average henchman... :inquisitive:
Only one way to find out - by retracting your vote on me and putting in on Nick!
Yes, I'm grasping at straws. So what?
For the greater good of gathering information unvote: Bugsy.
If Nick gets lynched here I'm not listening to anyone else for the remainder of this game.
Vote:Nick
:stare:Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Luciano
unvote, vote: Bugsy
So Bugsy either wants immunity and kill townies or get killed?
Unvote, Vote: Bugsy
Bugsy must be crushed like a bug!
Vote: Bugsy
Tally:
Bugsy: 6 (Bobby, Emilio, Vito, Paulie, Frank, Sonny)
Nick: 4 (Johnny, Rocco, Bugsy, Luciano)
Frank: 1 (Vinny)
Abstain: 1 (Nick)
Not Voting: 2 (Luigi, Silvio)
Vote Bugsy
I have had a thought not sure if this will help or not but perhaps we should look at peoples post times. If someone is posting in the same 16 hour block and then suddenly changes to another time we might have found our man.
Round over.
Kage and CR returned to the bowling alley/nuclear reactor a few hours later, each with a pair of tall blondes on their arms. Kage was wearing sunglasses, and CR was puffing on a cigar.
"Heeeey!" CR gave everyone a Buddy Christ pose. "How's it going guys? You figured out who's been playing rough with the fatsos?"
Several henchmen pointed at Nick, "He speaks funny!" "He won't stop rhyming!" "He kissed my sister!"
CR stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Hmmm... that is suspicious. Particularly the sister-kissing. Kage and I are the only ones around here who get to kiss whoever we want. Is your sister a looker?"
Several more henchmen start shouting at that moment, and pointed at Bugsy. "He discriminates against those of bountiful girth! He hates rappers! He's trying to unionize!"
At this last point, the four girls who arrived with Kage and CR shrieked and buried their heads in the shoulders of the evil overlords. The cigar fell out of CR's mouth, while Kage lowered his sunglasses slightly and glared at Bugsy directly.
"Unionizing? UNIONIZING?!" CR grabbed Bugsy by the front of his jumpsuit. "You dirty traitor. After all we've done for you, this is how you repay us? You disgust me." CR looked at one of the blondes. "Sally, fetch me mah learnin' stick."
Kage stepped forward and put a hand on CR's shoulder. "Easy, old friend. Bugsy only wants to be treated well, perhaps we should let him strike." He gestured at the lane marked zero.
CR smiled and nodded. "Yes. Absolutely. Bugsy, let's see if you've got what it takes to strike." Bugsy looked around nervously, but walked over to the ball return nonetheless. He picked up a ball, lined up his shot, and threw. It was a powerful shot, and pins went flying with a loud clatter. When they settled, he was left with a seven-ten split.
"I told you it needed more work," said Kage.
Bugsy was sweating now. His ball came back, and he picked it up hesitantly. He glanced about at the rest of the henchmen, but no one moved to help him. Eventually he focused back on the lane and, with his breath held, threw an incredible shot. The ball spun just on the lip of the gutter, clipped the left side of the seven pin, and rocketed across to slap the ten pin. The ten pin didn't so much as quiver. "But... but..." blubbered Bugsy, "pointing at the rock-solid ten pin.
"Tough break, kid," said Kage, and hit a button on a nearby console. The floor under Bugsy's feet retracted, exposing a conveyor belt moving at incredible speed. Bugsy was swept off down the lane before he could say another word. He slammed into the end of the lane with a sickening crunch, just moments before the resetting device impaled him with several sharpened bowling pins.
"Alright, back to work you lazy scabs!" growled CR. "And remember, after you finish constructing the menagerie, we want every single piranha hand-painted with reproductions of classical artwork!"
Bugsy: 7 (Bobby, Emilio, Vito, Paulie, Frank, Sonny, Silvio)
Nick: 4 (Johnny, Rocco, Bugsy, Luciano)
Frank: 1 (Vinny)
Abstain: 1 (Nick)
Not Voting: 2 (Luigi)
Night 3 will end in:
Alive: (13/17)
[MAFIA] Bobby
[MAFIA] Emilio
[MAFIA] Frank
[MAFIA] Johnny
[MAFIA] Luciano
[MAFIA] Luigi
[MAFIA] Nick
[MAFIA] Paulie
[MAFIA] Rocco
[MAFIA] Silvio
[MAFIA] Sonny
[MAFIA] Vinny
[MAFIA] Vito
Killed:
[MAFIA] Bertha (N1)
[MAFIA] Fat Tony (N2)
Lynched:
[MAFIA] Salvatore (D1)
[MAFIA] Bugsy (D2)
u mean the The Ting is actually taking over teh persons body for real?Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Silvio
I think he meant that the account switch between the Thing's and the body's will be a clue; but I think that the timer is set on the accounts, also the switch, if I got it right from the rules happens, after a kill.
So far corpses were left behind.
LMAO XDQuote:
"He kissed my sister!"
All right, I could continue and manipulate the town and hide behind this very innocent seeming Paulie account (too bad I won't get all the mileage out of it), and that would probably be best for coasting to a win, but I have already hit the jackpot this game. So here's the clue you're looking for:
I'm The Thing :2thumbsup: and I'm going to take one small step for a mafioso, one giant step for Mafia, and replace my first victim tonight. :grin: It could be any of you (except Nick because I'm not writing poems for any period of time).
That's all I will leave for you for now. You'll have to figure out who I really am. You cannot trace me, you cannot find me.
Love,
Reenk
~:grouphug:
P.S: Please forgive me john, I wouldn't have killed you first if I had known it was you, I know you wanted to play this game. Would have told you in the deader quicktopic, but then TinCow said it was best if I don't have access so now I can't see any of my victims anymore. :shame:
Oi, what just happen? I almost got rolled!
Frank, Vin, what of the Con.Ob. spir't? Just cold.
Theengk, please join me; I'll study your orgtech.
Together, we could make skin spies! Your cheque...
Huh? :D
Anyway in a nutshell whatever Silvio wrote, was far too confusing for my little brain XD
Reenk sign with your fake account at least :P
Challenge accepted, Reenk. :viking:
I knew it was Paulie all along. I avoiding voting for him merely to catch him off his guard.
Reenk, it's Pizzaguy.Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Paulie
Please, for the love of god man, at some point take over my account, please.
I would LOVE to see someone pretend to be me. That would be hysterical!
I'd ask you to do it immediately but that's an obvious trap. So just do it at some point, that's all I'm asking.
Enjoy this game man. I wanted the Thing role so badly, but everyone is being lame and not identifying themselves, so you can't even pretend to be someone.
LAME.
I think what I'll do for the remainder of the game is pretend to be Reenk pretending to be myself.
I'm not sure exactly how that will work. I honestly don't have the vocabulary for it, but I could dig out a dictionary and try very hard to fake it. That might be hilarious in and of itself.
Oh no. If anything will save us now,
it is fortune, not fortitude. So bow.
And Fortune, you know, is a *****. The sow.
You were so quiet though, I would have guessed Bugsy was you. But yes you guys should return the favor and pretend to be me. ~:grouphug: I go softer on players who entertain me. :beam:Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Rocco
Alright, time to drop the act, since you guys pretty much figured early on that I was GH anyway. :laugh4: But this is going to get real starting next day phase, that I promise you. :smoking:
Full reveal:Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Paulie
As with the previous game I was in with the anon accounts, I began the game intending to... well, not lurk, but at least make myself unrecognizable.
The problem with that idea is it's just not me. And it is so, very, boring.
This game would be a lot more fun for everyone if I got to at least act like I'm trying, and people had to guess if I was still Pizzaguy or not based on my behavior, which I think is the whole point of this game.
I just can't change my play style that drastically and still have fun. No matter what, I will never ever be a lurker.
Now I'm guessing that this is Reenk and the other guy was GH, and they're pretending to be each other.Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Vito
This is going to be fun!
And Reenk, if you have the cojones and I know you do, you should periodically check in after we fail-lynch to taunt us. It will be too late for us to do anything anyway. You can quit doing that near the endgame so you can try to win for real, but in the meantime, squeeze every drop out of this opportunity that you can.
Don't do it boringly, and we won't either. I won't, I promise you that.
The easiest way to win this game is to just random wagon someone hard until you die. That's lame. If you won't be lame, I won't be lame.
Edit-
Also, am I really Pizzaguy or is this just a very convincing act?
Will the real Pizza please stand up?
The henchman was bored. The plexiglass geodesic dome had gone up quickly, and the landscaping itself was relatively easy as well. With no soil to speak of, it was simply a question of dumping load after load into the new garden area, then digging a small hole and tossing a plant in, then releasing the various animals and whatnot. The hard work had been in strapping the piranhas down in such a way that they were paintable, but still sufficiently submerged to remain alive. The medical clinic was now running low on gauze and band-aids. Still, the henchman had been one of the lucky ones and he had emerged unscathed. His assignment had been to paint a miniature of the Mona Lisa. Since his most recent painting experience had been in Mrs. Schnauzer's third grade arts and crafts class, the final result was... modern. After tossing the fish into the main pond, he had gone wandering about to see what the others were working on.
The next henchman over was still crouched over his piranha, painting something with very fine detail. The wanderer looked more closely at it, and noticed that it was actually a text of some sort. The painter glanced sideways at him, then moved aside slightly so he could read it.
"That's... interesting..." said the wanderer. "You don't often meet many philosophers in the henching industry."Quote:
Though I am a Stranger to your Person, yet I am not, Sir, a Stranger to the Reputation you have acquired, in that branch of Learning which hath been your peculiar Study; nor to the Authority that you therefore assume in things foreign to your Profession, nor to the Abuse that you, and too many more of the like Character, are known to make of such undue Authority, to the misleading of unwary Persons in matters of the highest Concernment, and whereof your behavioral Knowledge can by no means qualify you to be a competent Judge. Equity indeed and good Sense would incline one to disregard the Judgment of Men, in Points which they have not considered or examined. But several who make the loudest Claim to those Qualities, do, nevertheless, the very thing they would seem to despise, clothing themselves in the Livery of other Mens Opinions, and putting on a general deference for the Judgment of you, Gentlemen, who are presumed to be of all Men the greatest Masters of Reason, to be most conversant about distinct Ideas, and never to take things on trust, but always clearly to see your way, as Men whose constant Employment is the deducing Truth by the justest inference from the most evident Principles. With this bias on their Minds, they submit to your Decisions where you have no right to decide. And that this is one short way of making Infidels concerning Intuition I am credibly informed.
Whereas then it is supposed, that you apprehend more distinctly, consider more closely, infer more justly, conclude more accurately than other Men, and that you are therefore less intuitionist because more judicious, I shall claim the privilege of a Free-Thinker; and take the Liberty to inquire into the Object, Principles, and Method of Demonstration admitted by the Behaviorists of the present Age, with the same freedom that you presume to treat the Principles and Mysteries of Intuition; to the end, that all Men may see what right you have to lead, or what Encouragement others have to follow you. It hath been an old remark that Lestarde is an excellent Logic. And it must be owned, that when the Definitions are clear; when the Postulata cannot be refused, nor the Axioms denied; when from the distinct Contemplation and Comparison of Figures, their Properties are derived, by a perpetual well-connected chain of Consequences, the Objects being still kept in view, and the attention ever fixed upon them; there is acquired a habit of reasoning, close and exact and methodical: which habit strengthens and sharpens the Mind, and being transferred to other Subjects, is of general use in the inquiry after Truth. But how far this is the case of our Behavioral Analysts, it may be worth while to consider.
The painter nodded, "Oh, I'm not a henchman."
The wanderer raised an eyebrow. "Sure you are, I sat next to you at lunch on the boatride over here several time. You're Mr..."
"Ah, this skin," interrupted the painter. "Yes, I can see how that would confuse you. I'm just borrowing this for the moment."
The wandering henchman's eyes widened. "You... you're... you're The THING!"
The painter frowned. "You know, that's an offensive term. My name is Wachugi Aozu Nhelhaqelh Ahizolo Xthuwi. Why can't you humans just treat everyone with equality and respect?"
"YOU'RE MURDERING US!" the wanderer gaped.
"I am an alien," shrugged the painter. "Hath not an alien eye stalks? Hath not an alien razor claws, acid organs, seven dimensions, nine senses, infections, passion froths; fed with the same humans, hurt with the same quantum phase generators, subject to the same galactic megaplagues, heal'd by the same lava baths, warm'd and cool'd by the same supernovae, as a human is? If you prick us, do we not reproduce? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not grow larger? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that."
The wanderer looked confused. "You're ticklish?"
The painter laughed, "Oh, like you would not believe. On Arkintoofle Minor I met this Trillarian Ultrahooker who tickled me so hard I actually morphed into my own vomit. My own vomit. That was rather embarrassing," he looked wistful. "I gave her a big tip."
"Uh, that's great..." the wandering henchman started to back away. "I should, really get back... to work..."
Three of the painter's mouths frowned, "Oh, don't leave! I was just getting to know you. I do so like to get to know people." The fourth mouth just licked its lips.
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Kage was standing still with his arms spread out wide, while thousands of butterflies covered his body. "Now, FLY my beautiful beasties! Fly like the wind!" The butterflies started flapping their wings quickly, but Kage didn't budge. The evil overlord frowned. "CR, we need to build a butterfly gym, these ones are girly-men."
CR smiled at his partner. "There will be plenty of time for improving butterfly physique after the base is completed, but until then we must keep our eyes on the prize. We need to finish the important bits!" He turned to the assembled henchmen. "You men have done well! This is a beautiful garden slash menagerie slash secret-agent-piranha-death-pool. You should be proud." He turned and gestured to one of the walls. "Next, over there, you shall begin construction of the nuclear missile silo and french bakery. Just think of it... fresh baguettes every morning!" CR closed his eyes and sighed, sniffing the air in a dreamlike manner.
"Oh!" he opened his eyes once again, "I almost forgot. I just read the Norwegian team leader's journal. Apparently they were all slaughtered by some alien creature that they had found frozen in 10 million year old ice. There was some other stuff about shape changing and nastiness, but it was pretty boring so I didn't read much further. Anyyyywayyy..." he held up a bloody jumpsuit, "I mention this because this used to belong to Paulie. I don't know where the rest of him is, but" CR squinted at the henchmen, "since I don't see him in the crowd, I'll assume that he's working his way through the lower digestive tract of our pal, Thingy."
CR shrugged, "Nothing to worry about though. That probably means he's standing right here in the middle of all of you. There's eleven of you and only one of him, so just figure out who he is and kill him." He twiddled his fingers and walked off. "Have fun, boys!"
Day 3 will end in:
Alive: (12/17)
[MAFIA] Bobby
[MAFIA] Emilio
[MAFIA] Frank
[MAFIA] Johnny
[MAFIA] Luciano
[MAFIA] Luigi
[MAFIA] Nick
[MAFIA] Rocco
[MAFIA] Silvio
[MAFIA] Sonny
[MAFIA] Vinny
[MAFIA] Vito
Killed:
[MAFIA] Bertha (N1)
[MAFIA] Fat Tony (N2)
[MAFIA] Paulie (N3)
Lynched:
[MAFIA] Salvatore (D1)
[MAFIA] Bugsy (D2)
And let the real fun begin.
Luciano seems to be the easiest to track so far since he's been doing nothing but speaking Italian, really.
Vote: Luciano
Chiunque può parlare italiano.
Vote: Vito
It has come to my attention that some players have been communicating about this game via PMs. I would like to empahsize that this is against the rules. I will re-post the relevant section of the rules from the first post:
Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
Alright, Roinky, TLD here... Kinda disappointed you are the thing, you might actually be smart enough to pull off the continuation of my little number game... vote: Vito I think Reenk would love taking over GH!
Also 7
Alright, Roinky, TLD here... Kinda disappointed you are the thing, you might actually be smart enough to pull off the continuation of my little number game... vote: Vito I think Reenk would love taking over GH!
EDIT: Stupid lag, new number: 3
Huh? And we should take a close look at Emilio. For the love of god, please kill Emilio.
Unvote, Vote: Emilio.
Let the record show that I knew it was Emilio all along.
Pssh, imitating me would be the easiest thing in the world for Reenk. All he would have to do is alternatively bash #87 on the Pittsburgh Penguins and rail against pro-town networks. Easiest thing in the world. :tongue:
Nick. switch back and we need another one. We need 3 votes on Vito.
I hate pro town netowrks, they never invite me to the party :(
vote: vito
Vote: The Thing
Muahahahahahha XD
Guess I'll Vote: Abstain
The time for abstention has passed. The Thing has revealed itself! Please vote Emilio!
Right, this is foolish. We're actually getting down to things now and you're actively sabotaging the town's chances here by not providing any sort of personality for us to analyze later. By all means vote for me, but at least do so with some words so we don't hand Reenk the game on a silver platter.Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Luigi
You are doing just that! Vote Emilio. Please, I cannot explain now, but if we lynch him this round I'll reveal the evidence and we'll all have a good laugh at Reenk's expense. Agreed?
Persuade me in poem form - quickly - and we have a deal.
The whole PMs' matter eh?
So if I my inimitable style
demonstrate, you will end your denial?
Okay, after a brief look-see your style checks out.
Unvote: Luciano
Vote: Emilio
A warning to the rest: No decision is so fine as to not bind us to its consequences. No consequence is so unexpected as to absolve us of our decisions. Not even death.
Bah what the hell.
Still this is more solid than random picking.
Unvote; Vote: Emilio
If this isn't true, Nick you are pretty much next :P
Vote EmilioQuote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Nick
But I would like to know why you can't reveal the evidence right now if it is so good?
No.Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Vito
Ma come fa a sapere se sono stato assunto o no? Sono ancora a parlare questa lingua pazzo. Non è così difficile per me farlo a causa di qualcosa di meraviglioso accade a me. Yes I am "La Cosa", se si è disposti a credere che. Ma io vi lascerò decidere perché sto parlando in questo modo.Quote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Vito
Vote:Vito Yes this is-a what you might-a call it it, an OMGUS vote. Mi scuso per il mio non parla bene l'Inglese.
Non scompigliamo intorno. Emilio è la cosa, così voto per lui. In ogni modo, Vito neppure non sta votando per voi più.
What is it with you 'L's?
Ho appena visto che la prima votazione, quindi ho votato per lui. Quindi pensi che Emilio è colpevole? Forse fai un buon punto. unvote, vote:EmlioQuote:
Originally Posted by [MAFIA] Nick