Hi!Quote:
Originally Posted by Renata
@ATPG: can you add me to the contact list? :bow:
Good game folks!
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Hi!Quote:
Originally Posted by Renata
@ATPG: can you add me to the contact list? :bow:
Good game folks!
How to Askthepizzaguy
Lesson One:
My inbox and instant messenger has been flooded with pleas from people who have stated their efforts at organizing have fallen to dust and have all been for naught. How do you do it, Askthepizzaguy, who has assembled no less than 8 groups despite stated neutrality and ambiguous ambition?
Well I want to tell you. Really, I do, so I don't become Town Dictator, Part II.
So I can retire.
I am Askthepizzaguy, and you can too!
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Take this advice and run with it. This game is not all about Pizzaguy, so make it about you instead. I'll root for you.
There's no such thing as neutral players. There are only players who haven't decided which side they think is going to win yet.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
What was Twilightblade last time?Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
He never took a side.
It is tempting to pick sides, I want to see if I can actually go neutral/survivor and just survive.
Also, I have a plan in place which will prevent me from actually switching alignments. :eyebrows: You'll see...
BoredQuote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Do a bunch of kills/protections early on and accept the promotion, thereby locking you in?Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
I'm too busy to be bored.Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
TB had a great idea, but I've taken it to its fullest flower. I intend to have fun, actual fun, this game and not worry about bogging myself down in pro-town duties and worrying about how to become mafia and all that rubbish. You know, I think someone once said, in the Pirate Ship game right after Capo, that I either didn't play to have fun or didn't know how or whatever. I can so too.
I am not going to be a bystander because I'm too much of a Pizzaguy to do that. But, I am also intrigued by the challenge of neutrality. Can it even work?
I don't know. I suppose I'll find out. But along the way I will have fun and be entertaining and whatnot. We'll see.
*Askthepizzaguy lynched Day Two*
Look, I'll be blunt.Quote:
10.Describe your vision of the future, people like leadership. They will follow a mad neutral with no plans even if he claims to have a plan which is to have no plan at all. That's at least stating your political platform for the record. Do it.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
I won't vote for you, or against you. I have no strong feelings either way.Quote:
Originally Posted by Montmorency
Currently: Undecided.
I liked GH's platform of total ambiguity and no promises of helping anyone. That is the only thing which makes my neutral heart beat and my neutral other thing get excited.
That wouldn't be very nnnnnnnneutral of me.Quote:
Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief
On a metaphysical level, yes. On a 'my role PM says I win this way' level, no. Personally, I always aim to have fun and win. :2thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Besides, I think a true neutral ATPG wouldn't go around bragging about his uber neutrality anyway. You're just trying to avoid night kills. Not that that is a bad thing, it's certainly a good thing. It's just that I bet you're already locked in.
You don't know Askthepizzaguy very well, do you?Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
I could bring out the record book and investigate each game I was neutral one by one if you'd like... :book:
In summary: I was neutral, told everyone I was neutral, and repeated it ad infinitum.
Oh, come on, ATPG. Neutral is sooooo six months ago.
These days everybody's going for pseudo-anti-cults and competitive cutthroat team members and stuff like that.
You're behind with the times as usual.
Good, then I'll have the monopoly on awesome, as usual. :clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
Yarr! Thar be contradictions ahoy!
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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
So... you've been neutral so many times that you've got a consistent pattern of neutral behavior... but now you're challenged by the intrigue of neutrality and wonder if it can work?Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Don't worry, I'm not going to go all me on you. At least not yet. But I still don't think you're neutral. I've seen you do this many times; claiming neutrality to the heavens while pursuing a very specific goal the entire time. If you want a real challenge in Capo, pick a side on Day 1 and don't deviate from that course regardless of the consequences. In this game, it's taking a stand that's hard.
http://youtu.be/ussCHoQttyQQuote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Thar be nitpickers ahoy.Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
Thing is, I've been neutral in games where the game was much smaller, or the neutrals could get recruited, or the neutral was turned into the SK against his will, etc....Quote:
So... you've been neutral so many times that you've got a consistent pattern of neutral behavior... but now you're challenged by the intrigue of neutrality and wonder if it can work?
I am consistent, but you're looking for reasons to pick at me. :tongue2:
*sighs disappointedly, dangly bits go back into hiding*Quote:
Don't worry, I'm not going to go all me on you.
So close to having a good time, and you have to abstain?
As in, my role or my ambitions?Quote:
At least not yet. But I still don't think you're neutral.
Oh you.Quote:
I've seen you do this many times; claiming neutrality to the heavens while pursuing a very specific goal the entire time. If you want a real challenge in Capo, pick a side on Day 1 and don't deviate from that course regardless of the consequences. In this game, it's taking a stand that's hard.
Suppose for the moment I choose neutrality as my goal. Suppose that is my stand.
That's much, much harder to follow through on with the temptations around me. Take it from a RL teetotaler, peer pressure is a powerful thing, and so is group mentality and being an outsider is harder than following the crowd. I dislike having my choices be A or B and those choices essentially forced on me by circumstances and peer pressure and luck of the draw. Choice C is much more difficult and it is my choice, no one is pressuring me into it, and it presents the single greatest challenge, to me.
Being townie is easy. I could just go surgeon, easy. Easy easy.
Being mafia is easy. I could go mafia any time I wanted to. Easy easy.
Being neutral is hard. It's a political battle, a personal struggle, and it's a very fine line.... and I'm already endangering it by helping people instead of going apathetic neutral like TB. That would be easier but boring.
Anyway. This debate is too meta. I'd rather go back IC for my radio show coming up.
In Capo III I remember thinking ATPG's braggadocio was out of the ordinary, having not played Mafia for a while. I can vouch for the typicality of Mr. Guy's performance.
You were expecting a different TinCow?Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
I disagree. Going surgeon is very hard. How many townies have successfully accomplished that? One or two ever? Going mafia is also very hard. scottishranger managed it in Capo 2, but his 'Holy Grail' achievement is certainly not the norm. Neutral is the norm in Capo. People tend to keep their options open until they think one side has an advantage, their choices are removed, or they get killed/lynched. If you want true difficulty, take scottishranger's path and try to become an independent Don. You can do neutrality anywhere, but it's only in Capo that you can pick your own fate like that. That's what makes this game so superb. It's Choose Your Own Adventure Mafia.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Yeah, it's not like it was given to him on a plate or anything...
So all my gut is telling me is, maybe.
While scotty was probably the more qualified, it was basically a coin flip between me and him who would be Capo. But history will only remember Mr. Ranger... It's okay because my hand was held throughout that game. Scotty was a true warrior.Quote:
Originally Posted by Craterus
You'll always be Capo in my heart, Gibbo.
Easy, no one bothers to try is the only reason it hasn't happened more.Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
People prefer vigilantism. Also, we were opposed to the idea of protect/vig groups in Capo III after The Stranger's failed attempt. We stopped trying for most of the game.
But it works. Not only does it work but I successfully helped pop some doctors out in Capo III in the endgame where it's harder to do it because there are less people involved and willing. And we promoted a surgeon. These were afterthoughts, not even our main objectives, TC. Afterthoughts.
Now, 117 people, 15-20 rounds of play, and masses of folks willing to do either one? Please. I'll have 3 surgeons that I had a hand in making by the middlegame.
Tincow, you're officially Tinbull now. Any wiseguy can do it with minimal time and effort. In Capo III, the reason it didn't happen more was because the morale of the town was always so high, it was difficult to convince people to go mafia.Quote:
Going mafia is also very hard.
Now, with no incorruptibles besides power roles, I laugh at the notion that town even has a chance unless it does the part where I said the thing with the surgeons and stuff. You know, with the planning ahead.
Anywho. I see we're not going to agree. That's fine, we rarely do, and you're usually right. But I tell you this Tincow, between the two of us, one is usually correct, and I think I've got your number this time.
So now we all know that ATPG is going rogue detective.
He still wants to be the CIA Man and is slightly disappointed that he won't get a chance to go the other route offered as opposed to being townie hero.
So R-D is the next best thing.
Very good, ATPG, thank you for tellygraphing your motives to us without deliberately saying anything.
You better shoot me a PM so we can discuss world domination.
@Gibson: My point was that the events leading up to it were well beyond his control. But for an oversight on my part, the original C____ family would've won the game. And I believe you were both recruits of that family either way.
we had them strung along the whole time. i still have PMs saying we are joining them so we don't die and then killing them off. in the end, the town killed the Don for us, IIRC. the surviving members joined us. :nod:
I swear, I could play in 100 games and you folks who think you know me will continue to believe it and continue to be wrong. :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
You can't, read, me. This is going to become a mafia RULE soon.
GH is the real hero. He is like the Godfather of this whole mafia business, if you will.
Hey gibs?
Can you do me a favor?
Quick thing, bit of a mental itch I have, I need you to scratch.
You know where in your signature line you're inviting people to the Capo game? [Nicely done, btw, and thank you]
I think signups for that Capo ended a while back.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
LOL!
Can do buddy. You can tell I haven't been around for a while. And the last mafia game I played I forgot I joined. I'm lucky I wasn't locked in Azkaban for that unforgivable crime. It's like shaving points in pro sports.
Much better. Scottishranger will be pleased.
Quote:
Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921
awww i luv you too Gibson!
Ill admit I got lucky at times. But I really dont even remember all the things I did in that game. It was pretty crazyQuote:
Yeah, it's not like it was given to him on a plate or anything...
Hah! Thanks, actually; I've never read Capo II.
I am wearing my big floppy clown shoes for this game. :bounce:
No doubt it's helped garner all that attention.. :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
I get tired of mafia players who think they can never be predicted. Everyone has two options, do the smart, logical thing or do the unpredictable stupid thing. Sometimes the stupid thing is better, like being a townie but vig-killing from night-one, thinking its pro-town. Smart thing would be to get into a protect group and avoid vig groups like the plague or even claim neutrality, like your doing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Everyone really needs mostly luck and some skill but all iron ones to claim any kind of accomplishment in Capo. If someone wants to do something original, be the last man standing as a SK. I don't think anyone has done that.:clown:
Then tell me what my plans are, great swami.Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
I said predicting not mind-reading.:laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
It's obvious your going to wait until you see what side is winning/losing and see how you can profit most from it.
Pizzaguys plan:
1.Claim neutrality
2.?????
3.Profit
What is wrong with a Rogue Detective? They can perform scans on other people, which is quite important in this game. That should be encouraged, should Pizza be gunning for that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
I doubt very much you have a poker face.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Rogue Detectives are called "rogue" for a reason. We dont want any more loose cannons than we already haveQuote:
Originally Posted by hero di classico
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Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my.....Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Off to work. My first shift as manager! YAY!!!!
That role is tempting though....I know if I had a shot at it, I would take it(As would most here). Looking at the requirements though, it might be better to be a doctor/wiseguy overall.:shrug:Quote:
Originally Posted by scottishranger
Yep, you were WOGed in that game. The only scum down, actually. :shame:Quote:
Can do buddy. You can tell I haven't been around for a while. And the last mafia game I played I forgot I joined. I'm lucky I wasn't locked in Azkaban for that unforgivable crime. It's like shaving points in pro sports.
Did the scum still win that one? I guess all's well that ends well :P I went to the forum to see if Capo was starting soon and I saw I had 8 PM's panicking and telling me I messed up. Completely unforgivable still, but I'm glad I didn't fully ruin it for the team.
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Originally Posted by El Barto
Alright, so I will tell two people. I will wait until it becomes obvious that two individuals don't have similar goals and tell the two of them who it is. Then neither can lie to get a free lynch on their own personal target, because the other person will expose them.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
All in all I find it funny how I say, "I accidentally got some info about the mafia." Then some people's first reaction is, "Let's kill ACIN!"
And by the way my name in this game isn't ACIN, it is Mr. Cal King. Get it right people.
As I said, the only reason I am not saying it right now is for the spirit of the game. Literally starting off 1 man down is terrible for the mafia, especially if that person has a key specialty. After a month, I will pick my two people and reveal if the person hasn't been exposed yet.
And in case you are wondering, I know first hand what it is like losing someone as mafia in the very beginning. I am not talking out of my *** here. Happened last game I was in with Seon dying night 3 or something. That sucked.
something about that name you give us doesn't feel right. I almost repeated it but I am afraid that would mark me for some craziness. I guess what I am trying to say is, to me it's not *puts on shades* a completely inoffensive name.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Morning!!
It's my pimp name.Quote:
Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921
Actually, I have a reading contest going on and these mafia games drain a lot of time...
Mr. Cal King is my mafia name. Please kill me.
FYI, Post #2 of the summary thread has been updated with the game's rules so you don't have to dig for the signup thread to find it.
So when is the update coming?
The very second you log off the org. :beam:
'Course. GMs love playing mind games with their players.
Who's the nutter who's made you of all people be responsible for something that doesn't involve killing people at night and lynching them by day?Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
If I get N1 killed again, I swear to god I will...
Wait, I can't say that on the org and live.
You've clearly never had pizza delivered in Florida.Quote:
Originally Posted by El Barto
Mafia Don´s whisper coming from beyond: "Two lowsy backstabbers id say.Kids these days, no honooouuuurrrr."Quote:
Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921
If you're referring to ATPG's The Revengening, no it didn't suck for you. Seon was dead, yet could keep killing and flew under the radar for the entire game, racking up 'free' kill after kill. No, him dying that early helped give you the win, as no one ever suspected him of still killing until it was too late.Quote:
Originally Posted by a completely inoffensive name
*takes out a puuko and whetstone*Quote:
Originally Posted by Double A
I beg for pizza!! With anchovies!Quote:
Originally Posted by johnhughthom
https://img836.imageshack.us/img836/7606/catinakilt.png
But I've never been to Florida -couldn't stand the heat- or any other part of the US.
All you want is to wet your beak. This can eb understood-a.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kagemusha
You got your promote on? Nice. :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
*takes out bastard sword and targe*Quote:
Originally Posted by El Barto
Read the story and find out. These games make for great ones.Quote:
Originally Posted by El Barto
I knew my constant complaining of ByzKnight's weight would earn me a victory in the end :tongue:Quote:
Originally Posted by Backwards Logic
Why use our weapons, Battery-man?Quote:
Originally Posted by Double A
'The story' as in 'the other three Capo games'? Hmm, should temporarily halt RL.exe. Bit of a problem really.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kagemusha
Seon had the 2 person recruit item. If Renata had not stolen it, then we would have lost it anyway. That item was our fail safe and we lost it 3 days in.Quote:
Originally Posted by Backwards Logic
If you want to talk about what costed you the game, blame the fact you guys believed me enough to go after Earthling... :shrug: Also the fact that I blatantly told you Seon was killing from the dead and you didn't believe me.
Hey now, I wasn't that fat :tongue:Quote:
Originally Posted by Seon
“In the end we’ll all wake up at heaven’s door
Always tryin’ to decipher what’s best for our lives
Till we’re flying in superhyper for sunnier skies
Only questions, never answers to what it’s all for
Tragedy and ecstasy start feeling all the same
Hiding from your majesty when you call my name
Don’t I wanta know what keeps my vision blind
Thinkin’ I can tell how best to survive”
….Comedy of Errors
….Saklad
Night One -- The Streets of Fatlington
When a good number of the committee suggested that Captain Blackadder go with them to Club 30, Blackadder politely begged off and went to his car for the ride home. Heading South on Atlantic Avenue, he'd gotten only a few blocks from the Convention Center when a cab stopped suddenly in front of his car. He slammed on his brakes and came to a stop, but the car behind him plowed forward anyway, sandwiching the vehicles together. Cursing, Blackadder began to work the door handle when two further cars screeched to a halt on either side of his Packard, scaping its sides as they huddled close.
<<Boxed in,>> he thought. Blackadder saw all four of the other drivers drop below their windshields out of sight. <<Oh, sh...>>
The thought remained forever unfinished as the PIAT round fired by the fifth attacker from the roof above vented the full force of its 2.5 pounds of shaped-charge explosive through the skin of the vehicle and into Captain Blackadder. The other drivers quickly exited their damaged vehicles and fled the scene.
In the shadow of the boardwalk at the edge of Seaside Park, one man walking home from the convention center encountered a lone man wearing a black trenchcoat, muffler, and a gray homburg. There were no sudden moves or hints of violence, only a brief and hushed conversation. At the end of the discussion, the man in the homburg produced a card with a local telephone exchange number o n it.
“If you’re interested, contact me and we’ll finalize things.”
The first man nodded politely without replying, and continued his walk through the park and to home.
Raskolnikov was sitting in the living room of his brick townhouse, watching "I Love Lucy" and laughing at the antics of Lucille Ball and Vivian Vance. His tummy began to growl. The food on the television screen was making him hungry! It was time to order something, but what? Burgers? Chinese food? No, perhaps something more fitting.... maybe an Italian place was still open. As Raskolnikov thumbed through the yellow pages, he realized that it was the middle of the dinner rush -- probably too late in the evening for a fancy place to still have a table open. That's when he realized.... that pizza delivery place down the street was open past 10pm! His pangs of hunger increasing, Raskolnikov dialed, his sweaty fingers threatening to slip with each spin of the dial.
"Mizza Mut Pizza, Fatlington's sauciest pizza, may I take your order?" said the squeaky adolescent voice.
"Yes, I would like to order 10 large sausage and pepperoni pizzas, 5 milkshakes, and a half-dozen of your meatball sandwiches. And don't skimp on the plates and napkins! I don't have time to wash dishes OR bathe," said Raskolnikov.
"Certainly, your total will be $34.75, and it will be there in about thirty minutes!"
“ Hold on, wait.... "$34.75?" asked Raskolnikov, "Isn't that extremely cheap?"
“Not at all, actually. It's 1951, silly buns. This is the most expensive meal you'll ever eat."
And so Raskolnikov flipped open his wallet and found the cash for the feast, and waited and waited and waited patiently. It seemed like it was taking forever. Where was that pizza guy? He couldn't wait much longer, the fury within him demanded an explanation. His trembling fingers once again dialed the number and soon, the familiar squeaky voice responded with the familiar greeting.
"Yes, this is Mister Raskol P. Raskolnikov down on Oriental, I ordered pizza from you over an hour ago and I demand to know what is taking so long?" he bellowed.
"Sir, that was five minutes ago."
"Oh" said Raskolnikov, feeling a bit disappointed. "So I guess it's not free then?" he asked, hopefully.
"No, sir, I can't do that."
{i}Feeling dejected and disappointed, Raskolnikov hung up the phone. His patience had not been rewarded after all, and now, he was in a horrible mood. Only one thing to do[/I]....
>ding dong<
And sure enough, just as he was about to give up hope, and precisely 25 minutes from the time he ordered, the pizza had arrived at long last. There were two men standing at the door, holding the stacks of pizzas and sandwiches.
"That will be $34.75, mister Raskolnikov!" said one of the men from behind a stack of steaming boxes.
"Well it's about time!"
Raskol grabbed the boxes of pizzas, the sandwiches, the milkshakes, and the pile of plates and napkins, and made sure the order was correct, given that it was so late, it was obviously made wrong too. No, surprisingly, everything was still hot and made correctly, so Raskolnikov grudgingly admitted that he should pay full price, even though it was so very, very late.
"Here you go. Here's thirty four dollars and....."
[I} Raskolnikov grabbed his change jar, and began counting out pennies and nickels as slowly as humanly possible. A good 5 minutes later, the pizza men were handed exactly 34 dollars and seventy-five cents.
<<No, wait! What's this?>> Raskolnikov took a bite of his pizza and a smile spread across his face. His heart grew three sizes that night, and he began digging into his pockets for something to tip the driver with. And sure enough, he heard the metallic jingling of coins in his pocket, and pulled out a fistful of more change. He began counting it very carefully, weighing how generous he was going to be.
"Here you go gentlemen. Here's a fiver for your trouble."
He handed one of the pizza guys a shiny nickel, to split between them, and slammed the door. Five minutes later, he heard the door bell ring again.
>ding dong<
[I}He opened the door and got a face full of burning hot pizza.[/I]
"OH MY GOD IT BURNS! IT BURNS!!!"
But that wasn't the end of it. More and more slices of pizza were being flung at the fat greasy man, who had in his infinite wisdom decided to come to his door wearing only his favorite unwashed pair of tighty-whities. The ones with the gaping holes in it. His skin was covered in melting cheese and burning hot pizza sauce, and he slammed the door.
"No, you can keep the change, you filthy cock-a-roach!" said one of the pizza delivery men, both of whom were now clad in trenchcoats and fedoras. They lifted up their Tommy guns and began blasting bullet holes in the flimsy wooden door, shooting out all the windows, and carving their nicknames into the brick building itself, and spraying bursts in Raskolnikov’s direction as well.
"Thanks for ordering, call us again soon!"
Raskolnikov dove under a couch and cried like a little girl until the disgruntled pizza men went away. Somehow, he escaped with his life.... just barely.
Near the Hotel Abbatoir, Earthling had just walked into the cool night air again after a nightcap at the hotel bar, when several men in trenchcoats and low slung hats stepped out of the trees and bushes of seaside park, drawing Tommy guns from their coats as they moved forward.
As they moved forward, two figures slammed open car doors and leapt on the gunman from either side. Three of the four would-be shooters were knocked down and had their guns kicked away by the rapidly retreating pair of tacklers. There was nobody to stop the fourth shooter, however, who moved toward Earthling and triggered a burst of fire.
Earthling had already made a start backwards toward the hotel doors. The gunmen fired behind him as Earthling sprinted through the door, almost as if he were “herding” him with gunfire. Nothing and nobody impeded Earthling’s escape, however, as he vaulted the main desk and ran out the back office exit on the far side of the Hotel.
Frustrated, the four shooters quickly left the scene, fading into the gloom of Fatlington.
Slash and earn was striding down the boardwalk, his pace suggesting frustration at something or someone, when his walk home was interrupted. The first shooter simply popped up a stairwell from the beach side of the boardwalk, leveling a revolver of some kind and holding some kind of business card.
>Clang…Clang<
went the two soft-nosed slugs as they ricocheted off the steel plates in his overcoat. Slash was staggered but unharmed by the shots. Two figures leapt up behind the gunman, knocking him off the raised boardwalk and into the sands, leaving the business card to flutter off in the breeze.
The Second gunman, positioned on the roof of an apartment block about a block away, saw the failure of his associate, figured the target to be armored, and eased the sights upward to head height. He never even squeezed the trigger a third figure leapt onto the boardwalk and knocked slash and earn to the boards and behind a concrete and board bench as he was lining up the shot. He quickly dropped the weapon and made his escape across the rooftops. Though chased for a little while, his partner made good his escape as well. Slash, dazed by the episode, wondered who he should thank for the armor plating…and the knot on his head from when he was knocked down.
Askthepizzaguy was walking from the cinema house, still chuckling over the Bugs Bunny cartoon he’d just seen, when the attack came. The first he knew it was an attack was when the baseball bat hit him behind the left knee and folded his legs under him. The Balaclava-wearing batsman was bringing up the bat to smash in the supine Pizza’s face when a gunshot took the bat right out of his hands. A second shot hammered into the batsman’s body armor, staggering him behind the movie ticket kiosk that Pizzaguy had just passed.
Seeing the failure of their designated hitter, a quartet of shoots opened up on Pizza from the middle of the street in front of the theatre. Pizza, low on the ground, would have made an easy target if it were not for the sudden arrival of three cars, each screeching to a halt between the shooters and Askthepizzaguy. Oddly, the third car was a bit behind the others, as though catching up to cover a missing car. Of the thirty-two rounds fired by the shooters, none reached him where he was, low to the ground behind the covering cars, though 5 other movie patrons were hit, three fatally.
With sirens announcing the approach of the police, the shooters rapidly departed the scene, followed almost as quickly by the protectors. His leg aching, Askthepizzaguy found himself staring up at the other movie patrons, all watching him and the other victims in a sort of stunned fascination. Pizza broke the momentary silence.
“B’duh, b’duh, b’duh…that’s all folks.”
Knife wounds are kind of unusual, as Slysnakehad just found out. You can be cut and bleedinf for a surprising amount of time before you realize you’ve been wounded. He collapsed in the street, only a few steps from the entrance of the City Library.
“This isn’t good at all,” he said, collapsing into the arms of some unknown Fatling matron, “not good at all.”
[It had started with a lot of jostling in the crowd at the front of his boarding house. Normally, things were fairly quiet, but a shooting at the cinema up the street had foot traffic backed up and things were rather unsettled. He was pretty sure there had been five attackers, coming in close with their knives and using the crowd for cover. All told, there had been eight people with fedoras and mufflers mixed in with the crowd, though the ones he thought were trying to screen him from harm didn’t have their act together enough to keep the attackers from slipping in close.
In the end, he’d thought he had made a lucky escape despite the odds, running 3 blocks from the attack and coming away with nothing more than a few slices and the need to get a new overcoat. He never felt the slice under his arm that pushed between the ribs. Enough luck was with him to make it a downward slash – and upwards motion would have punctured deeply into the lung or spleen, but he’d bled profusely before his adrenalin-jacked system had bothered to inform him of the wound[/I].
9:52AM, Tuesday, 30 October 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey
“…so anyway, the ambulance got him over to Mercy Hospital in time, but he lost a lot of blood and certainly won’t be attending today’s meeting.”
Fermanagh looked grimly around the room.
“That’s several attacks we noted, one of them successful. You’ve got to do your best to root out those Mafiosi and bring them to justice. I don’t know how much longer we can count on them staying uncoordinated. General?”
Generalhankerchief strode to the podium dressed in dark “morning” gray, somber and all too appropriate for the harsh business at hand. A quick glance noting that there were no initial questions, he gaveled the Committee into loose session for the mid-day.
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Day Two, and its lynch vote, begins. Phase ends:
Remember, do NOT edit a post with a vote in it; post the change in a separate post.
Attacked: Askthepizzaguy (n1), Earthling (n1), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1)
Wounded: Slysnake (n1)
Killed: Captain Black Adder (n1)
Lynched: Nobody
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Sleepy. Official success/cerdit pms and investigation results on the morrow as rapidly as schedule allows. Thanks.
Damn it the one time I get first night killed and its in Capo. I volunteer for any replacing that needs doing.
Okay, time to direct.
Everybody vote for everybody else.
Go.
Oh, and whoever led the attack on Raskolnikov last night, let Seamus do the writeups from now on, he's better at it. :yes:
Vote: slash and earn
Protected N1 = possible don. :yes:
He was protected by 3 individuals, not 1. Also, what about the others? Are they dons as well?
Oops, only noticed one of them in the write up. Carry on. Unvote: slash and earn
Now, Vote: Montmorency for making me look stupid.
Yeah that's foolish when you don't count the number of people involved. He was protected by at least three, so probably townies, not just one Luca.
Likewise we assume the 5 killer groups had some townies involved, except a couple of kills were less than five, so those had to be Wiseguys or mafia.
Great that there were so many successful protections (and Ras somehow lucky, and a wounding that's unexpected and weird, but what are you going to do).
I don't have leads on who to vote for though, maybe some detectives or people who just heard something could eventually spread the word down and we could of course aim to tie up a couple of guilty/criminal candidates if necessary so they can both be lynched.
hmm, a number of interesting things.
I forget, does capo have clues in the writeups?Quote:
Burgers? Chinese food? No, perhaps something more fitting.... maybe an Italian place was still open.
Looks like someone was setting up attack defend groups. Someone bailed from both the kill and protect group on earthling, and the defenders on slysnake messed up their orders.
Vote:Earthling that last post is suspicious. "I don't know, maybe the detectives will have a guilty???" is classic mafia trying to avoid scumhunting.
Why were you protected Earthling?