With Great Sacrifice [Concluded]

You see, this is the problem with mafia these days.

"Oh, look at GH, he's being a productive townie. I don't rtrust him. He ccould potentially be leading the town int o despair and doom and destrcution and devatsatation and death. We should probably just lynch hi m to be totally and absolutely safe."

See, here's the thing guys, when you automatically lynch the people that are actually accusing people and bringing evidence to light, just because they are doing so, the town suffers. Yeah, it does, shockingy. Paranoia rules the day. And the result is that all the lurkers stay alive becasue they didn't do anyting to arouse suspicion. And then in the endgame, the most inportant rounds of all, it's all lurkers left and there's absolutely nothing to deiffierentiate all the lurkers from each other and mafia, a agame of detective work, b ecome s instead a game of chance. Well, I don't want to play a game of chance. That's not mafia. If I wanted to I'd just go to the nearest casino and drop however much money on craps or roulette or blackjack or something similar and watch it evaporate in a matter of minutes. No, I want to play mafia. So how about we play some mafia, eh?

Unvote: Jarema
Vote: Chaotix

And yeah, that was totally a self-preservstition vote with no other reasonn. I'll do more good work when it's not my birthday weekend.

BSmith, you were online before. :stare:

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

Dude, I kind of don't feel like dying Day 2.

I made a lazy vote. Thanks for jumping me on it.

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So is that two lazy votes in a row in two days?

Vote: Chaotix

If I have to choose between GH or Chaotix...

GH and Lewwyn, anybody? :stare:

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Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief

You see, this is the problem with mafia these days....

So how about we play some mafia, eh?

Unvote: Jarema
Vote: Chaotix

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Well - let's see what happens then.

unvote:GeneralHankerchief
Vote: visorslash

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Originally Posted by Visorslash

GH and Lewwyn, anybody? :stare:

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Yup. I noticed it too. Two things here. We shared a mutual distrust of edse yesterday and he's at least trying to help more than Chaotix. Helpful scum is helpful? I doubt it. And again if I had to pick between GH and Chaotix I'd vote to lynch Chaotix.

5(6) Chaotix: (Yaropolk), Visorslash, DaveShack, Jarema, GeneralHankerchief, Lewwyn
2 GeneralHankerchief: Ishmael, Chaotix
1 Montmorency: edse
1 Visorslash: LazyMcCrow
(1 Csargo: White_eyes:D,)

4 Not Voting: BSmith, Fluffy, landlubber, Zaccino

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Originally Posted by Lewwyn

Helpful scum is helpful? I doubt it.

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:stare:

FoS: Lewwyn

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Originally Posted by Jarema

Csargo, Yaropolk - maybe you can shed some light on your 'deaths'?
Maybe this is time for some roleclaiming (if it is not forbidden for you).
For now, vote: Chaotix. Voting for a player who tries to discuss things (Monty) is not good.

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Sorry, that's classified information.

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Originally Posted by Lewwyn

So is that two lazy votes in a row in two days?

Vote: Chaotix

If I have to choose between GH or Chaotix...

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Scumbag.

Visor's definitely right. There's something up between you two.

Unvote, Vote: Lewwyn

So eager to put a nice 5th vote on me while I'm already in the lead. I don't care if I get lynched now- there's something up and you two need to be brought under scrutiny.

Didn't the round end 5 hours ago?

Writeup in progress.

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Originally Posted by Montmorency

Didn't the round end 5 hours ago?

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Apparently.

Bummer that I'm dead.

Do be careful of those who voted me, though. I made a last-ditch survival attempt, but there's no doubting there was something scummy behind this lynch. Townies only bandwagon a lazy voter when there's absolutely no discussion going on.

As we gathered this time, the examination took on a decidedly more urgent tone. When Chaotix was accused of not taking our task seriously enough, a number of the priests offered the suggestion that we offer him as sacrifice. Tlacalael frowned at the suggestion. We were trying to find the purest soul, not a lazy one. Yet, we had committed to our process. As well, the soul was a truly complex device. Perhaps there was more at work than we were observing at the current time? In the end, a sufficiently large number were convinced that our goals would be advanced with his sacrifice, and he was led up to the altar to our High Priest and Emperor.

“This is not wise, you must see this?” Chaotix begged to Tlacalael. “I am not the one you seek. I am not pure in any way! Look at me trying to plead myself out of this! It must surely be one of them!” Tlacalael simply shook his head and gestured down to the blood-stained altar. Chaotix turned to the emperor and prostrated himself before him. “My emperor, lord, please spare me! I am a lowly individual, not worthy of the honor of sacrifice. Please, convince your honored servant to alter this course!”

“No. The course is set. Lay down on the altar, and accept the caress of the divine.” With the final order from the Emperor, Chaotix laid down on the altar, chest bared to the stone roof. Tlacalael plunged the ceremonial knife down, and quickly peeled the chest apart to find the beating heart.

“My friends,” Tlacalael addressed us, holding the beating heart aloft. “May the gods accept our sacrifice of blood and flesh. We offer our blood so that they might see our dedication. We pray that it is pleasing to them.” With a deep breath, the High Priest set the heart down, and simply gestured to the hallways in the directions of the quarters to indicate we were finished.



IT IS NOW NIGHT THREE. PLEASE SEND IN ORDERS. 24 HOURS AS USUAL.


Alive:

Bsmith
Daveshack
Edse
Fluffy
GeneralHankerchief
Landlubber
Lazy McCrow
Lewwyn
Montmorency
Visorslash
White eyes
Zack

Lynched:

Atheotes (D1)
SalmonSoil (D2)
Chaotix (D3)

Attacked:

Seon (N2)
Yaropolk (N2)
Csargo (N2)
Ishmael (N3)
Jarema (N3)

Great...I voted for what looks like a dead guy. :shame: Working under the impression that "attacked" means dead, we well know in three or so rounds by the WoK if it isn't.

Heh pretty cool man. Update pls

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Originally Posted by Visorslash

BSmith, you were online before. :stare:

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My apologies to everyone. Weekends are generally really bad for me and posting (family, etc.), but this weekend we had a winter storm that knocked out my internet, phone and TV for almost the entire weekend. I can read threads on my phone, but posting from the phone is a pain in the you know what.

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Originally Posted by Nauthiz

Heh pretty cool man. Update pls

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Err... just who is this guy?

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

Err... just who is this guy?

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I think he might be the skull-faced guy :skull:

i think that was a troll linking an ad to some diablo 3 website, and one of the mods removed the link now.

Nap's over, night's over. Writeups to be posted asap.

Jarema’s quarters were shared with two other members of the priesthood. With only two mats, Jarema slumped himself against the wall, eventually falling asleep with his head buried in his knees. None of the three heard the slight rustle of the curtain to their room being drawn back. A tall, lean man entered, bearing a curved knife in his right hand. He stalked forward, attempting to carefully maneuver the two sleeping in the middle of the floor. He stepped over the first, peering back to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake him. He turned back to Jarema, and froze when he heard a shifting behind him. The man sleeping behind him had rolled over in his sleep and latched onto the intruder’s rear leg.

With a slight panic, the man tried to gently tug his leg out of the grasp, but the dreaming nuisance was having none of it. He gave a harder tug, but still couldn’t free himself. With a small, exasperated sigh, he shook his head. He finally yanked as hard as he could. Unfortunately, it was at this point that the grip loosened on its own. He rocketed out of the grasp, much faster than he’d anticipated. With a panic, he realized he’d have to be creative to not tumble onto the next sleeping fellow. He instinctively shifted his weight as best he could, sending his top half forward and down. With not a small amount of grace, he touched down with his right hand to the cement floor. Somehow, he managed to cartwheel himself over the snoozing obstacle, his feet touching down just on the other side. The man grinned to himself. He walked up to the slouched Jarema, placing one hand on his mouth while the other pressed the knife to his throat. With a quick, powerful slice, the man ended Jarema’s life in a silent struggle.


Past the quarters themselves, the hallways lead down into a large, dimly lit chamber. In the middle was a large, square hole filled with a small amount of water. Ordinarily, rainwater generously ran down from a chute that collected it near the top of the pyramid. However, the draught lessened the pool’s depth considerably. Only the lack of sunlight and heat kept it from completely drying. High Priest Tlacalael was drying himself after a short cleansing. He adorned himself in a colorful, bright robe. He sat on a stone bench, pondering how long it would take to solve the crisis. If they weren’t successful soon, the entire city would riot. Never mind how many were already starving to death. He closed his eyes, uttering a short prayer once more that rain bless their crops. His utterance stopped when he heard footsteps approach the doorway. He turned to find a stout fellow, armed with a spear.

“My friend,” Tlacalael began. “These chambers are sanctified. Please, leave your weapon behind if you wish to cleanse.” The visitor nodded. He laid the weapon down at the entrance. He abstained, however, from cleansing, instead opting to take a place at the priest’s side.

“Do you believe what we are doing is right?” he asked Tlacalael quietly. Tlacalael was surprised. It was quite a brash question to ask him. He considered how exactly to answer.

“I believe in the emperor. His will is to please the divine. I do not doubt his tale. Do you?”

“Do I believe the gods told him this course of action?” The man responded. “Yes, I do. However, I’ve one small issue with how we’ve approached this.” Tlacalael raised his eyebrows, but kept quiet. “This is entirely unfocused. We need to find the one god who truly cares for us. Do all of the gods truly wish the best of us? No, I think not. But I do believe that there is one who truly wishes for us to thrive, who would not inflict such harsh punishment on us without telling us why. Would this not be preferable?”

Tlacalael was stunned. “Th… this is heresy! The gods each have their proper domains, and only they can determine what! You cannot possibly be serious!” The man turned to the High Priest, staring him straight in the eyes. With unparalleled reflexes, his right hand shot behind his back, grabbing the knife hidden by his cloak. He rammed it through Tlacalael’s chest. He pressed forward, driving Tlacalael onto the bench, pinning him on his back. He ripped deep into the chest, slicing without the precision the High Priest himself held, but carving it open nonetheless. Tlacalael’s final moments were in pure shock as the assassin held his heart in front of his face. “Deathly serious, my dearest Ishmael. Find grace in his caress.”


Chaotix snapped awake. What….? Where….? He was immediately blinded by a shining, golden light. He turned around, to spare himself the trauma, and found himself on a golden floor. He could not see a horizon to this direction- the floor seemed to just go forever. “You failed,” a voice boomed from behind him. Chaotix closed his eyes shut, turning himself around. “You had the greatest of opportunities and squandered it. Death may have come, but your punishment has only begun.”

“But… I did everything I could!” he protested back. “I was nothing but loyal! I did all that was asked of me. It was the foolish priests who sentenced me to death, I did not slay myself!”

“You failed. Swiftly. Yet, still you are accurate. You did die for the greater cause. You will be welcomed in my golden palace. After a time, of course.”

“What do you mean?” Chaotix asked the voice.

“You will serve out your punishment elsewhere. When I have decided you have served justice, you will return here, your eyes able to see through the brilliance. Until then… embrace the darkness.” With that, the floor vanished beneath Chaotix. He fell away from the light, and into the void.




When I arrived the next morning, the emperor was raging at the gathered priests and warriors. Fury blazed in his eyes. I was not sure what was happening, but I found it strange that Tlacalael was not at his side. I cautiously approached the group, sidling into place a few spaces from the Emperor. When he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Scribe! Here! NOW!" I immediately shuffled up as fast as I could to his side. "Your superior is dead." he hissed. "I don't suppose you would know anything about this, would you?"

My jaw dropped. Tlacalael? Dead? It was... impossible! And I was accused of causing his demise?! "N-no, my Emperor! I had no idea! I..."

"Enough, then! We must continue his work! I will end this draught! I will save my city! I will show the gods my dedication even if it means the death of every single one us! So long as they see our suffering and faith, they will bring us water! Now you all!" he commanded to the rest of the gathered men. "You will find the purest one, or I will slay you all! Get going!"


DAY FOUR BEGINS NOW. YOU HAVE 36 HOURS.


Alive:

Bsmith
Daveshack
Edse
Fluffy
GeneralHankerchief
Ishmael
Jarema
Landlubber
Lazy McCrow
Lewwyn
Montmorency
Visorslash
White eyes
Zack

Lynched:

Atheotes (D1)
SalmonSoil (D2)
Chaotix (D3)

Attacked:

Seon (N2)
Yaropolk (N2)
Csargo (N2)
Jarema (N3)
Ishmael (N3)

So much for my triple-kill Mafia...

I think it's quite plain. The gods are killing us. The killers are agents of gods. It makes sense.

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“Do I believe the gods told him this course of action?” The man responded. “Yes, I do. However, I’ve one small issue with how we’ve approached this.” Tlacalael raised his eyebrows, but kept quiet. “This is entirely unfocused. We need to find the one god who truly cares for us. Do all of the gods truly wish the best of us? No, I think not. But I do believe that there is one who truly wishes for us to thrive, who would not inflict such harsh punishment on us without telling us why. Would this not be preferable?”

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Meanwhile, we get 2 kills instead of 3, and Chaotix is shown being punished by some supernatural force. God of death?

At any rate, Chaotix was clearly a killer. His writeup does show that the killers are not the gods themselves, though.

The gods are having us killed off. This charade, this drought, everything, it's all a game. They're watching the mortals get massacred one by one for sport.

And to top it off we've lost the high priest, though given the circumstances I don't think there's much he could have done for us. :P

The only confusing thing: what were Yaro and Csargo? They couldn't have been gods, because they were killed. Perhaps a better case would be that they were friendly gods, or something.

What can we do about this?

Mafia will be pleased.

How so? I don't think sacrificing to these guys is going to work too well, see? :undecided:

To me it looks like there is one 'rogue' god, and the killers are working on behalf of him. Hence the conversation between myself and my killer, and the thing with Chaotix (I'm assuming that he was mafia, which is why we only had two kills tonight).

But then, if the High Priest actually could do something useful (tell us?), and the other two supernaturals/gods were friendly...

Not too good. 2 scum, 2 kills, 10 townies?

The bad god may well be a Godfather (if the other two were physically present), leaving 3/12...

Khaan, one day I will have a power besides voting and talking in your games... one day. YOU MAKE ME MISS OUT ON THE FUN! :cry:

In other news I will not vote so hastily. I am thinking of voting General Hankerchief though. His exchanges don't sit well with me.

Vote: General Hankerchief

Regardless of whatever Chaotix is.