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:
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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