Hey, nobody is hosting this Large Mafia [Concluded]

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

That post by white_eyes was before khaan was dead. He died last night. Looks suspicious for white_eyes. It's WIFOM, but I don't see anything better at the moment. Maybe Ishmael.

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I didn't check to see when he made that post, I assumed you were accusing him because he mistakenly thought khaan was still alive. The kill choices last night were very odd.

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Perhaps you were the one failing to pay attention, hmm?

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Like I said, it's a townie thing to do.

I'd like to point out that there have been two whole votes since Day began, and Day is set to end when I come back from work tonight, since it's been 48 hours by that time.

I can guarantee you a town defeat will be your fate if you don't even bother to play. Worse, the ending writeup will bring shame and disgrace on your family name for generations to come, and each and every one of your deaths will be more humiliating than the last.

:evil: Don't. Tempt. Fate.

Now I'm tempted not to vote - I want to see how creative ATPG can be in creating grusome and humiliating deaths for all of us.

Still, I suppose I should, so vote: Kagemusha. I'm too lazy to go back and find evidence again, but when I re-read the thread previously both he and Zaccino lept out at me (and Chaotix too, but to a lesser extent). I see nothing new to alter my suspicions.

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Originally Posted by Ishmael

Now I'm tempted not to vote - I want to see how creative ATPG can be in creating grusome and humiliating deaths for all of us.

Still, I suppose I should, so vote: Kagemusha. I'm too lazy to go back and find evidence again, but when I re-read the thread previously both he and Zaccino lept out at me (and Chaotix too, but to a lesser extent). I see nothing new to alter my suspicions.

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Your reasoning is that he accused you? So an OMGUS?

Oh my. A three-way tie for first place, with one whole vote apiece.

That's a clear signal that town wants to die. Very well. Round over.

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Originally Posted by Zaccino

Your reasoning is that he accused you? So an OMGUS?

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When did I say that? For that matter, has Kage accused me at any point?

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

Oh my. A three-way tie for first place, with one whole vote apiece.

That's a clear signal that town wants to die. Very well. Round over.

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:facepalm:

A harsh and unforgiving duel is thy fate. Prepare to be sentenced, victims of the pizza overlord.

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Originally Posted by Ishmael

When did I say that? For that matter, has Kage accused me at any point?

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I misunderstood "lept [sic] out at me" then.

Lynch Chaotix, that is my last bit of advice. *I am horrible at rock, paper, scissors and don't expect to survive this*:sweatdrop:

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

:shrug:

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Vote: white_eyes

For this post.

(quoted post below)

khaan is now dead.

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Originally Posted by White_eyes:D

Me and Khaan are still alive? This has to be some sick joke by lurker mafia and I won't stand for it. Vote:atheotes

FoS:everyone with less then 10 posts

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

That post by white_eyes was before khaan was dead. He died last night. Looks suspicious for white_eyes. It's WIFOM, but I don't see anything better at the moment. Maybe Ishmael.
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This is your case on White_eyes this far along in the game, and you made such a stink about my case on GH either the 2nd or 3rd day IIRC. Please guys lynch Chaotix already, will you!!! Do it by this next round, we are running out of rounds/time!!

Well, this past day phase was just sad. Town, you handed the mafia this round on a silver platter :wall:. The only players that voted were Jarema, Chaotix, and Ishmael. Now you have to know, that the mafia were going to vote, to kill off yet another townie, so this should be fairly simple to figure out. At least 1 of these players if not 2 (if we haven't gotten any mafia yet) are mafia. So start voting already, don't let this happen again. :whip: I would lynch them in this order; Chaotix first, then Jarema, then Ishmael. Come on town don't give up yet. :2thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by Diana Abnoba

Well, this past day phase was just sad. Town, you handed the mafia this round on a silver platter :wall:. The only players that voted were Jarema, Chaotix, and Ishmael. Now you have to know, that the mafia were going to vote, to kill off yet another townie, so this should be fairly simple to figure out. At least 1 of these players if not 2 (if we haven't gotten any mafia yet) are mafia. So start voting already, don't let this happen again. :whip: I would lynch them in this order; Chaotix first, then Jarema, then Ishmael. Come on town don't give up yet. :2thumbsup:

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You sound like mafia to me. Sorry *shrug*

Really Lazy, well if I were mafia, wouldn't I be happy to have just been handed the round on a silver platter, and kept my mouth shut, and hope for another round just like this one. No my friend dead townie here, just trying to get the town back into the game.

White_Eyes wins the tiebreaker by default.

The others are written out of the game and considered dead. Here's the writeup-



Kagemusha and Pharaoh both had heart attacks.



Night begins now.

Apologies for the delay. Not getting much in the way of sleep lately, finally got 15 hours of it to make up for a couple sleepless nights in a row.

We'll be right back after this shift from our sponsor, 'Mizza Mut.'

White_eyes yawned and rolled over. He found himself staring into the face of Robbiecon.

"Good morning, sunshine. Wakey wakey." said Robbiecon.

"GAH!!!! What in the blue hell...." White_Eyes bolted out of bed.

"We seem to be trapped in a prison cell together." said Robbiecon. "Neat how they managed to do that without waking us up."

"Yeowch.... no mystery about that. There's a fricking poison dart in my neck."

"Classic! So, should we try to escape, or get back to spooning?"

"You're weird. Let's get out of here."


*click, click. Whizzzzzzzzzz whirrrrrr click*


White_Eyes: "What was that?"

Robbiecon: "Probably that camera that is lowering from the ceiling. I guess we're on candid camera."

Strange Voice: "Good evening, chaps. Hope you had a lovely nap. Now, as you might imagine, you're about to die. The room you are in is filling with toxic gas as we speak. You can snuggle up to one another and slip into a happy, painless eternal sleep, or, you can try to work together to escape from the room. I've made the puzzles progressively more difficult as you move from one to the other. Maybe you will even survive, but I wouldn't count on it."

Robbiecon: "Sounds like fun. Shall we?"

White_Eyes: "Damn that Pizzaguy. Somehow this is all his fault. Come on, the answer is obvious, we just need to find the key to the cell door. It's probably hanging outside the cell just out of reach. Either that, or he hid it inside one of our intestines again, and the only way out is to cut each other open. But let's try hanging outside the cell door first."

Robbiecon: "Nope. I've got a spork we can use to dig each other's insides open."

White_Eyes: "I'll roshambo you for it."

Robbiecon: "Or we could always try the door."


*creak*

The door creaks open.


Robbiecon: "You can still try to dig the key out of my intestines if you want."

White_Eyes: "Oh hush you."

Robbiecon: "Next room. There's apparently a key hanging from the ceiling. What else?"

White_Eyes: "A folding ladder. With the rungs missing, how quaint. What are we supposed to do with that? Okay, hop on my shoulders."

Robbiecon: "I don't think that will work, it's too high. How about this?"


Robbiecon takes the nearly useless ladder and knocks the keys off of the hook.


White_Eyes: "I might keep you around if you keep doing things like that."


*the door unlocks, the next room lies ahead*



White_Eyes: "Are those sharks with laser beams attached to their heads?"

Robbiecon: "I think we've finished the easy puzzles."

White_Eyes: "How are we going to escape this one?"

Robbiecon: "Be right back. I left some food back in the cell."

White_Eyes: "How can you eat at a time like this?"


White_eyes dodges laser beams for 10 minutes straight, while cursing the name of pizzaguy the entire time.


White_Eyes: "Oh good, you're back. Hope you got a full stomach and are too sluggish to dodge the lasers, you jerk!"


Robbiecon finishes the last of the food.


White_Eyes: "Thanks for saving me a bite. You're a real pal."

Robbiecon: "The plate is made out of stainless steel. Watch."



A shark fires a laser at Robbiecon, who deflects it back at the shark, killing it instantly.



White_Eyes: "Ok, now you're just being a smarty pants. Nobody likes a smarty pants."


There's a sink attached to the wall, and a sign above the sink.

Sign: To continue, please donate 4 quarts of blood.


White_Eyes: "Still got that spork?"

Robbiecon: "You're not stabbing me with it."

White_Eyes: "Trust me."

Robbiecon hands White_Eyes the spork, and White_eyes leaves the room.


He comes back dragging the dead shark, and dumps it on top of the sink, and begins sawing it open with the spork.

The appropriate amount of blood is donated.



Robbiecon: "Nifty."

White_Eyes: "Well I sure as heck wasn't going to donate MY blood. The sign doesn't specify what kind of blood."



Suddenly the door slides open, and a pack of wild bears rushes into the room, foaming at the mouth.



Robbiecon: "Quick! Give me some of that shark meat!"

White_Eyes: "Screw that. Give me the laser beam."


PKEW

PKEW

PKEW


All of the bears are dead.


Robbiecon: "Nice shooting."

White_Eyes: "I had some practice in the Resident Evil game."


In the next room, the doom slams shut and the room begins filling with water.



Robbiecon: "Obvious solution?"

White_Eyes: "Well, we can't drink the water. There's no way to drain it with the door shut tight. We can't shoot the water with lasers, that won't do any good. I can try shooting the door."


PKEW PKEW PKEW


Robbiecon: "It's no good. Quick, give me your socks."

White_Eyes: "What."

Robbiecon: "SOCKS!!! NOW!!!!"


Robbiecon takes off his own socks as well.


White_Eyes: "Now what?"

Robbiecon: "I hate getting my socks wet."

White_Eyes: "PLAN FOR ESCAPE OR SURVIVAL, PLEASE! WE CAN DEAL WITH WET SOCKS LATER!"



Robbiecon goes over to the holes where the water is shooting out, and plugs them one by one with wadded-up socks.



White_Eyes: "I was just going to suggest that."

Robbiecon: "Still a question of how do we escape from the room. The door behind us is watertight, and there's no obvious escape route."

White_Eyes: "Look, there's a trapdoor in the ceiling. I think we would be able to reach it if the room was mostly filled with water."

Robbiecon: "So, I remove a sock... and let the room fill more slowly."



The room slowly fills with water.


Strange voice: "You're both very clever."

White_Eyes: "Why thank you, strange murderous voice. I appreciate the compliment."

Robbiecon: "I have a bad feeling about this."

White_Eyes: "What could possibly go wrong? This is obviously the solution."

Robbiecon: "There's one flaw with our thinking."

White_Eyes: "What's that?"

Robbiecon: "Suppose our captors don't want us to escape?"

White_Eyes: "Nonsense. Then why would they put a trapdoor here..."


White_Eyes opens the trapdoor, and several alligators drop into the water-filled room. They are very hungry, and begin chowing down on White_Eyes and Robbiecon, chomping them to death.

They were delicious.




Strange Voice: "The trapdoor contains a trap, of course."







Possibly alive enough to host this game: [6/33]

atheotes
Chaotix
Csargo
Greyblades
Ishmael
Jarema


Rather a bit too dead to host this game: [27/33]

Askthepizzaguy
Seon
Believer
Edse
Visorslash
Nightbringer
Populus Romanus
GeneralHankerchief
DaveShaq
Bsmith
CountArach
rickinator9
Riedquat
Tiaexz
Diana Abnoba
SalmonSoil
Arrrrjos
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Double A
Zaccino
LazyMcCrow
issaikhaan
Kagemusha
Pharaoh Ramese II
Robbiecon
White_Eyes:D


BEGIN DAY NINE

2:4

Lylo

I'm sure none of you care.

But for those at home:

Ishmael is playing a very careless game. Not scum.
Greyblades is barely playing, not likely to be scum I imagine/
atheotes, probable scum
Csargo, lurking, probable scum.
Chaotix, probable scum
Jarema, probably scum

I'd go for a Csargo, Atheotes or Jarema lynch today.

Once again, not like any of you care.

Could easily be a double-killing lone scum - we've seen it before.

I would eliminate Ishmael, Jarema, Chaotix, and Csargo all at once, if possible. If it isn't, it should be...

vote: Atheotes

2:4 at it's worst, that means this could be the last lynch phase. I feel that Chaotix and Jarema are top picks for scum, then Atheotes, Csargo, and Ishmael, I'm on the fence, the only townie I would put money on is Greyblades.

If you guys can; do a double lynch on Chaotix and Jarema, If not lynch one of them at least.

I have to admit that double-lynch is good idea.
More safe than one person lynch.

As for my feelings, I would put my money that Ishmael is townie. And I will not vote for him. And maybe I will follow his vote later.
Anyone else may be scum IMO

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Originally Posted by Visorslash

2:4

Lylo

I'm sure none of you care.

But for those at home:

Ishmael is playing a very careless game. Not scum.
Greyblades is barely playing, not likely to be scum I imagine/
atheotes, probable scum
Csargo, lurking, probable scum.
Chaotix, probable scum
Jarema, probably scum

I'd go for a Csargo, Atheotes or Jarema lynch today.

Once again, not like any of you care.

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How can all of us be probable scum?

I agree about Ishmael, give him 90% innocent. Greyblades, can't be sure about. If we're not going to rule out Csargo for inactivity, I won't rule him out either.

But atheotes is giving me a scum vibe right now. Actually, I guess atheotes always gives me a scum vibe, because he's atheotes.

Well, I'll go for the non-obvious scum, then.

Vote: Jarema

Lynch chaotix.

I seem to recall saying earlier that Zaccino, Kage and Chaotix leapt out at me as possible scum. Now seeing as the game isn't over despite the first two being dead this may not be the best basis for my vote, but I'm going to run with my initial hunch and vote: Chaotix.

As I said before, I will follow your vote.
unvote; vote: Chaotix

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Originally Posted by issaikhaan

Lynch chaotix.

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Then burn, beat and eat his corpse...him and Jarerma need a good lynching.:bounce:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Vote:Jarema

I see no better option at this point.

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Originally Posted by Csargo

Vote:Jarema

I see no better option at this point.

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scum. lynch Csargo

Csargo or Chaotix. Either one.

Is this a tie I see before me? A tie?

Not a bow tie. Not a neck tie. Not a TIE fighter, but an actual voting tie!


You unfortunate souls have 24 hours to send me Rock, Paper, or Scissors... but not just one shoot, oh heavens no.

You shall have a best of nine. Whoever wins 5 shoots is the winner. A tie will be decided by a tenth and final shoot. Should you remain tied after the tiebreaker, you both shall die.

My whatever god you believe in.... have mercy on your souls.

Interesting twist. Agreed, Csargo, very scummy move. Should just bus your partner in a situation like this. Jarema just got a bit more townie cred to me. Chaotix needs to loose rock, paper, scissors shot, then town has a chance. Greyblades, Atheotes, and Ishmael all townie to me. *crosses fingers that Chaotix looses*

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Originally Posted by Diana Abnoba

Interesting twist. Agreed, Csargo, very scummy move. Should just bus your partner in a situation like this. Jarema just got a bit more townie cred to me. Chaotix needs to loose rock, paper, scissors shot, then town has a chance. Greyblades, Atheotes, and Ishmael all townie to me. *crosses fingers that Chaotix looses*

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:laugh4:

That's really funny, coming from a scum like you.

How can you call anyone objectively scummy when every person this round made essentially a one-word vote, and two didn't even bother to show up?

If I was really scum, I would have just sat the game out and let the town take care of everything for me. Instead, I am part of the town, and taking care of everything for the mafia. I don't know which is worse.

Oh Chaotix, you're such a scumbag. It's practically blinding. The dead people all see it, but the living people went on vacation.

I mean, uh.... this in no way indicates you're actually a scumbag. Of course.

Phew! I think I covered that up rather nicely. I think I'll order a pizza to celebrate.

Jarema walked up to Chaotix and held out his hand in a sporting way.

"May the best man win!" said Jarema.

Chaotix pulled out a revolver and shot Jarema in the face.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that." said Chaotix.


Begin Night Nine.

Crap, well I think town just lost. Mafia, very good play, keeping like a third of the players left, lurkers, so you had more control of the lynch at the end.

@ Chaotix

:tongue3: Oh please, you are so full of it. Now, hush scummy scum.

Greyblades awoke to find himself in a dark room, unable to see anything. He found he could not move his hands or his legs, and assumed that he was bound in some way. Before he could even struggle and try to break free, however, the lights turned on and Greyblades found himself…

In a massive bowling alley. The lanes were at least three times the size they should have been, he noticed. And though he couldn’t totally see it himself, he could tell he was encased inside a human-sized bowling ball, with his head sticking out of the top. He was wedged between two other massive bowling balls on what appeared to be a giant bowling ball rack, one of the cool electronic ones that spits out your ball after you roll it down the lane.

As he was processing all of this, a man in dark shades and a fedora walked up to him.

“How do you like my bowling alley?” he asked.

Greyblades was having none of it. “Look, could you just kill me? I really don’t want to have to deal with all this nonsense,” he declared rather resignedly.

“Oh-o! So ungrateful! And to think, I was actually going to spare you, too…”

“Wait, what? You’re not going to kill me?!”

“Alright, let’s get this game started!”

Suddenly, the jaws of a crane reached down and grasped around his bowling ball. After lifting him up and moving him over, he was dropped to the ground in front of an alley with a great thud.

“The rules are simple. All you have to do is bowl a perfect game. Then you shall have your freedom.”

“I can’t do that even with a normal sized bowling ball!”

“I am not an unreasonable man. I recognize that not all of my customers have as much skill as I do. So I’ve already taken the liberty of placing bumpers on your alleys, so all you have to do is make it all the way to the end of the lane each time.”

With that, the man walked away and left Greyblades staring at the lane, with ten great pins at the end of it. It was true; there were bumpers on either alley, so he couldn’t fall off. He could make out a faint orange glow coming from the alleys on either side, but at this angle he couldn’t see what was causing it.

He tried to shift his weight forward, and slowly but surely, he began rolling toward the end. After few seconds, the slight slant of the alley started to do the work for him, and he began picking up a little bit of speed. Around halfway through, something Greyblades noticed horrified him.

Inside the lead bowling pin was Ishmael, only his head sticking out the top. The look on his face was pure fear as the giant black ball rolled steadily toward him. As Greyblades rolled closer and closer, he began to realize that the pin was not solid like the rest of them – this was just a cloth suit with no arm or leg holes, and the feet Velcro-sealed to the floor.

Ishmael began to scream as Greyblades drew near, but the giant bowling ball just rolled right over and straight through him. Greyblades heard the crack of several bones in addition to the rest of the pins clacking onto the ground. Then he dropped…

And rolled, and rolled, and was spat out of the chute back at the beginning of the now-empty ball rack, where he rolled straight down to the lane and stopped. He heard the voice of the shaded man again.

“Good job there! Keep going!”

And so he did. Each time he rolled down the lane, smashed into Ishmael, and was brought right back to the start. Sometimes he ricocheted off the bumpers a few times, but most of the time he managed to make a straight shot. Every time he heard a few more of his unlucky friend’s bones snap or pop, and each time his scream was louder and more anxious. After the third time or so, he started whimpering. All the while, he couldn’t help but notice it was really hot in the bowling alley. Perhaps he was just sweating from all the rolling.

“All right. Last round! One more strike, and you’ve got your freedom, buddy.”

On the other side, he could faintly see Ishmael’s bloodied, broken face. The poor man was screaming for mercy now.

“Please! Don’t do it, I can’t take it anymore! Please!”

Greyblades sighed. He couldn’t, in good conscience, kill his own friend, even if it meant his own freedom now.

“I can’t do it! I’m sorry. You’ll have to kill me the normal way.”

After a moment, the man in the sunglasses and fedora arrived in front of him, handgun at the ready. He gave his victim a reproachful look.

“How disappointing. To come this far, only to fail? I don’t think so. You’ve bowled a beautiful game, buddy, and I’m not about to let you ruin that. If you can’t do it, I’ll finish it for you.”

And with that, the man in black walked around behind him and began to push. From outside the ball, it wasn’t hard to move it and soon he was moving with speed… right into one of the bumpers. The bumpers only served to increase his speed, ricocheting him faster and faster each time. Finally he struck the screaming Ishmael at full speed, sending him flying into the air. Though he couldn’t see it, he heard the loud crack of his neck when he landed, and the silence that followed.

And then Greyblades was spat right out at the beginning again.

“Hey! What’s going on?”

“Well, you didn’t bowl the perfect game. I did. And now I think I’m going to play again. But a pro like myself? I think I’ll play without bumpers.”

As he said it, the bumpers retracted... revealing pits filled with molten lava.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot to tell you. This bowling alley was built inside an active volcano! Isn’t that exciting? My last bowling alley was rather unpopular and couldn’t support itself, so I thought, hey, if mini-golf courses can have themes, then why not bowling alleys? So I decided to build the world’s very first volcano bowling alley!”

With that, the man in black began to push Greyblades once again. He started off rolling straight enough, but about halfway through he began veering off to the side. He struggled frantically, but it was no use. He fell off, over the edge and into the magma.

“Oops! Gutter ball!”

The bowling ball material was thick, and did not burn away immediately. Instead Greyblades began to sink slowly into the molten red stuff. He screamed as his body began to cook inside it, and louder still when his face started melting off.

The last thing he saw was the man tossing away his sunglasses and fedora and staring right into his eyes as he cackled maniacally at his own joke.

"I knew it all along... CHAOTIX!"

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Possibly alive enough to host this game: [3/33]

atheotes
Chaotix
Csargo


Rather a bit too dead to host this game: [30/33]

Askthepizzaguy
Seon
Believer
Edse
Visorslash
Nightbringer
Populus Romanus
GeneralHankerchief
DaveShaq
Bsmith
CountArach
rickinator9
Riedquat
Tiaexz
Diana Abnoba
SalmonSoil
Arrrrjos
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Double A
Zaccino
LazyMcCrow
issaikhaan
Kagemusha
Pharaoh Ramese II
Robbiecon
White_Eyes:D
Jarema
Ishmael
Greyblades


BEGIN DAY TEN...?

When Csargo awoke, he tumbled groggily out of bed. Then he headed to the Gameroom square.

When he arrived, there were only two other men waiting for him: Chaotix and atheotes.

Chaotix: “Well, this is it, huh? There’s only three of us left, but we’re all still standing so that means one of us is scum.”

atheotes: “That’s right… but who is it?”

Csargo: “Well, it’s not me!”

atheotes: “It’s not me either.”

Csargo: “Oh really? How can I be sure you’re not lying, huh?”

atheotes: “Are you accusing me? You wanna go? Come at me bro!”

Chaotix: “Shut it, you idiots. I am the mafia. I have been all along, right under your noses. You should have listened to your little ghost friends.”

At that moment, Csargo saw what he had been blinded to before. He saw the red irises of Chaotix’s eyes, and the pale, sallow skin of his face, and the evil grin on his mouth, and most of all the giant signs that said “SCUM” in bright red letters standing right next to him. Suddenly, all was clear to him, and it seemed to him that atheotes thought the same thing.

Csargo: “You’re… THE MAFIA!?”

atheotes: “It’s still two to one! Let’s rush him!”

And before Csargo could react, atheotes pulled a pocketknife and lunged toward Chaotix…

And ran straight into an invisible wall. Turning around, confused, he realized that he was actually trapped inside a magical bubble, with no escape. His eyes turned up to look at Csargo.

At that moment, atheotes saw what he had been blinded to before. He saw the great long beard growing from Csargo’s chin, and the undersized pink tutu and leotard that just barely covered his sweaty, hairy chest, and the translucent butterfly wings strapped to his back, and most of all the magic wand with the golden star on its tip. Suddenly, all was clear to him.

atheotes: “You’re… MY FAIRY GODFATHER!?”

Csargo: That’s right, atheotes, and you’ve been a very naughty boy. Very naughty indeed. I think, as your punishment, you need to be-”

At that moment, Chaotix made a little gun with his thumb and pointer finger. He pulled back the imaginary trigger, and burst of green light shot from his fingertip. When it struck atheotes, he disappeared instantly.

Chaotix: “-BANNED.”

Csargo: “Isn’t that an abuse of your moderator powers? I was going to suggest we-”

Chaotix: “Who cares about that? Hey, wasn’t there supposed to be a mafia game here?”

Csargo: “Hey, I think you’re right.”

Chaotix: “Well, there’s clearly no players signed up here. I guess this game is just going to have to be canceled.”

Csargo: “Indeed. It appears nobody is hosting this mafia game after all.”

Chaotix: “I better lock this thread then. Let’s go tell Askthepizzaguy the bad news. Hey, you want to go to our secret forum and make fun of all of the pathetic non-senior, non-moderator members later while we plan to take over the world?”

Csargo: “I’d love to.”

And with that, the two men shut the door and walked out, looking for Askthepizzaguy…

Hey wait just a darned minute!

Nobody might be hosting this game but that's no reason to lock the thread. Someone might be trapped inside of it forever and ever and ever, unable to esca....



HEY!!!

LET ME OUT!!!


LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!



HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY!!! ANYBODY!!!!



ANDRES!!! I SUMMON THEE!!! I SUMMON THEE!!!


Oh :daisy: they killed Andres too.....



:daisy: Now Chaotix can run the Gameroom, and indeed, the entire Org unopposed!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

While I'm trapped in here forever, doomed to listen to myself talk, I might as well post the game setup and the mafia quicktopic.


Chaotix and Csargo were the folks that wanted to host this game. And apparently, they're the only ones left capable of doing so. *sobbing quietly* :bigcry:

And here's where they plotted your downfall, and my own, and are now able to conquer the entire .Org.

It's too late to stop them now. But I urge you all to go on without me... please.... host a mafia game or two. For old times' sake.

Just remember your old, dead pal Askthepizzaguy. I'll be here, slowly decomposing in this locked thread for all eternity.

Also the thread is unlocked now. :p

congratulations bad guys :)

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You did not have to face the fate of scum Montmorency in the past two games, and be lynched day one.

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Seriously, when was the second time?

It only happened once.

when this game is ended, maybe someone more would like to join my game that will start tommorow?
It would be good if I have a few more players...
https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showt...olves-SIGN-UPS

I knew you were mafia, Chaotix!

Great write up Chaotix, you are just as sick as Pizza. :2thumbsup: Great ending to this game.
Congrats to the mafia, well played.:bow: Thanks to Pizza for hosting.:bow:

Well played mafia - I had my suspicions of Chaotix (although evidently not strongly enough), but I never even considered Csargo as scum. This game also marks the second time I've been killed via bowling - who's going to make it a third? :beam:

You guys nearly had him on the first round. Sooooooooooo close.

If someone survives a first round lynching and never dies, I'm going to get suspicious from now on.

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

You guys nearly had him on the first round. Sooooooooooo close.

If someone survives a first round lynching and never dies, I'm going to get suspicious from now on.

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:bow:

I missed a couple of voting rounds during weekends and couldnt get in to the game. The write-ups were amazing though. thanks for hosting Pizza.

Yeah - sorry - I forgot to say thanks! - :2thumbsup: very funny.
And I got a new sig out of it!

Shamelessly ripped off/inspired by that one Simpsons episode, Lisa the Greek.

"A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center."

I think I actually had votes on me every single round. If not, then it was pretty close. Anyway, this was a pretty fun game. Thanks to ATPG for hosting and to everyone else for not lynching me even though you knew I was scum. You made this possible.

:grin:

and I thought not calling you out would have allowed me to stay alive for longer. :cry:

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Originally Posted by Tiaexz

and I thought not calling you out would have allowed me to stay alive for longer. :cry:

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'Fraid not.

If you check the quicktopic, I was very careful about trying not to raise your suspicions when I had to kill you. I knew I couldn't kill you right off the bat, but there was also no way I could take you to the endgame and expect to come out alive.

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Originally Posted by Chaotix

'Fraid not.

If you check the quicktopic, I was very careful about trying not to raise your suspicions when I had to kill you. I knew I couldn't kill you right off the bat, but there was also no way I could take you to the endgame and expect to come out alive.

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Unfortunately...

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In case you haven't noticed - I am VERY paranoid about Tiaexz. That early exchange in the game was no lie - he really has pegged me for scum (and been right) in several games for no reason but I "felt off" to him.

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I pegged you then as well. That's why I kept poking you.

Even though I was non-existent in this game, ATPG gave me quite the write-up for my death. Thanks :D