Hate to break the news to you, Glenno, but I am in fact guilty as sin. Evidently you haven't read the last couple of pages that closely.
As for Prole, who knows?
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Hate to break the news to you, Glenno, but I am in fact guilty as sin. Evidently you haven't read the last couple of pages that closely.
As for Prole, who knows?
Just to clear up about norwegian players. I am norwegian but since something about norwegians, texans, and oil brought my fathers work to the gulf of mexico, So I am a norwegian player on a USofA IP adress.
Grtz,
the man who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
It's quiet in Fatlington... Almost too quiet.
I still lack numerou PMs, so those still alive need to get in touch.
Hi, sorry, stil alive, anyone needing vigging/doctoring/etc. help please contact me...
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the new Don Stracci!Quote:
Originally Posted by Jubal_Barca
Yes I do you a favour and one day I may ask for one in return. A little portection now and then a kill later. Doesn't look good.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
NM.
That's interesting. At this point, only Kagemusha, Crazed Rabbit, Myrddraal and Shlin28 voted to have the hitman lynched yet.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
Musings about what I gather from yesterday's lynch scene:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sigurd
Sigurd is not a don. He was a mafia hitman. The funny thing is, that Andres confirmed this at the beginning of the lynch, before there was a bandwagon on Sigurd, and before Sigurd himself revealed that he was the Hitman. Sigurd later said that several mafiosi knew of his role.
And they knew of the Shadow. This shadow was a Dutchman, is not in Seamus write-up yet, and he lived long enough to order last night's attack on TinCow. Andres' partner Dutch_Guy perhaps?
There is no FBI evidence on Sigurd, this was a blatant lie. Logic dictates this, Sigurd is right. :yes:
The question is, Whether it was a well-intended lie to ease Sigurd’s lynching or something far worse, I still don’t know yet. Pity Sigurd was bandwagoned so easily, without much questioning.
I repeat Sigurd’s words: can we have an explanation, please?
There is something fishy going on somewhere, but I can't figure it out yet. ~:mecry:
Oh, might as well share it. There is an an attack points v defense points system in this game.
For example, the highest defense is a don, with approximately 90% defense points, ie. his odds of succesfuly repelling an attack. From what I gather, this lowers progressively for respectively: special roles, lucas, mades, wiseguys, townies.
For attack points, the list is something like, from highest to lowest: Sigurd, Crown/blade/shield, special roles, mafia, wiseguys, townies.
The attack v defense points of attacker(s) and defenders are then used to calculate the odds of a successful attack.
Sorry Seamus, but the system is obvious. ~;)
Edit:...or, at least I think it is. Odds are, of course, that my pompousity will succeed in making me look like a complete clown yet again once Seamus gives his final write-up at the end of the game. ~:mecry:
I wanted to let JimBob answer this himself, but he hasn't checked a single PM I've sent him for the last 3 days, so I'm assuming he hasn't been online. Therefore, in the interests of furthering an understanding of the situation, I will respond.Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
Yes, the FBI evidence on Sigurd was a lie. There was other evidence that we received that pointed to Sigurd's guilt. We were not 100% sure of his role, but given the totality of the evidence, a Don seemed likely. The lie was used so that the real source of the information would not be revealed. The fabrication of the FBI evidence was actually done at the suggestion of the FBI Detective, because he knew that no one else would come forward to dispute it. Don't bother asking who this was or how I know he was the real FBI Detective. I will not give that information out.
Apologies for the deception, but it was deemed to be necessary to protect the true source of the information on Sigurd. We knew he was pro-mafia and we knew he was powerful. Fingering him as a Don seemed a reasonable course to take under the circumstances. I personally believe Sigurd's statements about him being a Hitman, as that role would fit into the evidence I have seen. So, perhaps we did not get Don Corleone, but we did at least get someone very important. That's one less kill per night right there.
[edit:]Addendum: We do have a detective result (non-FBI) on Sigurd from Night 1 which shows him as Innocent. Since he is a self-admitted pro-mafia, take that for what it's worth. It seems to me to be one of three options: (1) Hitman role shows as innocent, at least on nights when he doesn't kill. (2) Detective results had a bad probability role for that investigation, when they otherwise would have shown him as criminal/guilty. (3) Sigurd was a Don.
Okay, so it was known that there was no FBI result on Sigurd.Quote:
Apologies for the deception, but it was deemed to be necessary to protect the true source of the information on Sigurd. We knew he was pro-mafia and we knew he was powerful. Fingering him as a Don seemed a reasonable course to take under the circumstances.
I have a second question: was it known that Sigurd wasn't a don?
Edit: There is something fishy going on somewhere, and I still haven't figured out what. ~:mecry:
I already answered that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
Are you going to tell us which other 'detective' results are actually a lie while you're at it? Or will you and JimBob only tell the town that after we've followed you up the garden path?Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
Louis, I agree with most of your points. You´re doing a good job, before and after your demise :bow:
But I suspect Moros was the shadow. He made a funny comment yesterday:Quote:
Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
And there was something in the write-up that strongly suggests a special role:Quote:
Grtz,
the man who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
What are the bolded parts above based on? I don´t remember Sigurd or anyone else mentioning this.Quote:
Moros too registered as a Wiseguy with our sources, but there was something fishy there as well. We found a train/boat ticket to Havana hidden in the tank of his toilet as well as some kind of “brag” book featuring pictures of dead individuals with code words scrawled on the pictures – “Fauchard, Glaive….We’re just not sure what to make of it. I have a sneaking suspicion, however, that we’re better off without him
Edit: Ok, Moros isn´t exactly Dutch, but he is a Fleming, right?
I think he is going to the BlackSmith to forge the results.Quote:
Originally Posted by Makanyane
If you're going to continue pretending that you're a townie, I suggest you come with an explanation for being found guilty on Night 3. Oh, wait... I suppose all detective results supplied by JimBob are questionable now, despite his proven pro-town affinities! Ah, brilliant move, mafioso! :idea2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Makanyane
Good thing I persuaded the Stracchi not to work with you after JimBob fingered you. It would have made them look totally incompetent to let a mafia mole in after letting in two townies.
I would comment on it further if it weren't for the pesky detail of me being dead. I must use what is known or written in the thread already. ~:mecry:Quote:
Originally Posted by Haudegen
Sorry, could've shared this with you all:
Moros is Flemish.
Fauchard - some sort of 'blade'
Glaive - sword
~;)
Gah! Edit again: There is something fishy going on somewhere, and I still haven't figured out what. ~:mecry:
Night Phase is concluded. Writeup to follow. Next Day vote and selection starts with that posting.
Sasaki said that Moros was the Wolf, or whatever that role is called in this game. Other than Seamus, Sasaki would be best placed to recognise the signs, having been the Wolf in Capo 1.Quote:
Originally Posted by Haudegen
Hmm, didn´t Sigurd say that the shadow was the Capo-II equivalent of the wolf?Quote:
Originally Posted by Pannonian
Seems we are getting rid of quite a lot of mafia.
I'm not really in any position to blame tincow and jimbob too much since I omitted the fact that my source was a made when I first posted the results. But I was pretty careful to not say it was a detective. Avoid outright lies guys.
Sigurd is not a don. He was a mafia hitman. Mafioso Andres confirmed this at the beginning of the lynch. Sigurd later said that 'several mafiosi' knew of his role. And so did the Shadow. o, did the mafia try to get rid of Sigurd?
Here's what we know about Sigurd: he only killed people who had performed kills for the mafia. He has not killed anybody else, no innocent townsfolk. So the death of Sigurd was not necessarily a pro-town act.
There is no FBI evidence on Sigurd, this was a blatant lie. It was probably known that Sigurd wasn't a don either. The question is, whether it was a well-intended lie to ease Sigurd’s lynching or something far worse.
Speculation / random thoughts:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Are these two confirmed mafiosi now openly exchanging their due 'favours' in the thread, now that both the Shadow and the Hitman are dead?Quote:
Originally Posted by Northnovas to Andres
There is something fishy going on somewhere, and I still haven't figured out what. ~:mecry:
I think leet eriksson is from yemen or something.
oops..I suddenly realise that maybe I am crossing into a private, real life sphere. I shall let this subject rest. Players are of course free to discuss their origin and place of residence at their discretion.
Twlight'blade'?Quote:
Fauchard - some sort of 'blade'
This is main thread post #2518
Today's Program Will Be Interrupted By Acts Of Blood Vengeance
“…So here we are, Monsieur Derida.
Tell me what's so despicable
about a little enlightenment?
Because our little vendetta
has been cancelled due to bad weather.
Go ahead, please shed your wisdom.
You have no time to loose.
Oh, it's a long way home from here to downtown,
especially if it's uphill on both ways.
And I'll tell you about the Differance
If we just could meet again….”
-- “Awesome Deryck” Username at Tabcrawler.com
Summary, Night Eight:
Tran was as paranoid as the rest of the Committee, so when the fight broke out in front of him on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant at which he had planned to have a bite to eat, he quickly crossed the street.
<<Okay, let’s try Greek instead of Italian…>>
He was halfway across the street when he saw the car coming for him. Tran leapt sideways just before impact, and the car bounced off one of the nearby, parked cars and spun into the next intersection. Tran followed, gun out, ready to identify his attacker – or seek vengeance for himself. The battered car wasn’t out of commission yet, so the lone driver was able to get away from the scene.
Tran returned the gun to his holster, went back to the far side of the street, and warily resumed his walk towards dinner. After a few minutes, he finally began to relax – though he made a point to wait for ZERO traffic before crossing the next few intersections.
He had actually relaxed again by the time he neared “Athenos.” His musings about Spanikopita and Baklava were cut short as he reached the block where his restaurant was by the sudden arrival of a tall man wearing a pink ballerina outfit and full facemask pirouetting in front of him on the sidewalk. Tran went for his gun (wouldn’t you?). However, for one critical moment his attention was fixed on the “ballerina,” and that moment was all it took. Two pairs of strong arms grabbed his from behind, each of the men behind him hooking a leg to take it out of play – Tran was held tight!
“”Let go of me you scum-bags! Police! Anyone…” yelled Tran.
But this was Fatlington, and the formerly crowded street was rapidly emptying. The “ballerina” calmly reached down and removed his slippers. He quickly unraveled a thin wire cord from one slipper, attaching it to the other. He looped the garotte over Tran’s struggling head and pulled it tight just under his Adam’s apple. Tran kicked and struggled, gasping and strangling, but was unable to free himself. As consciousness started to fade, the “ballerina” spoke.
“Go to Hell, Stracci!”
Tran was left on the sidewalk. No witnesses ever came forward.
Sarathos had finished dinner and was having a brandy when he heard the commotion at the back of the restaurant – he just loved the salads here at “Athenos” – so he quickly downed his brandy and left by the front exit. He had a standing arrangement with the proprietor, so he knew he didn’t have to hang around and find out what trouble was gunning for him from the kitchen.
He’d reached his car and opened the door when the gunmen appeared on the sidewalk 50 feet in front of him. He reached into the holster he’d put in the door and came up with a little firepower of his own. His door took the first two blasts from the shotgun – armor can be a useful after-market option in Fatlington – and his return shots, though not on target, were more than enough to convince the shotgunner that hanging around on the sidewalk to reload and try again was a losing proposition. The gunman fled.
Sarathos quickly sat down to put some distance between himself and the scene.
<<Yaaawn,>> came from the man sitting behind him.
Sarathos spun his head quickly, so the stranger put the silenced double tap into his face instead of the back of his head. Same difference.
<<Hmmm,>> murmered the shooter.
The shotgunner returned to Sarathos’ car, dropped the rolled parchment on the passenger seat and then the two killers walked slowly away. When police found Sarathos an hour later, they read the scroll’s message: “il destino è inesorabile.” It had been neatly printed on it in Gothic script.
Proletariat strolled with confidence along the boardwalk to the new, much more secure, apartment building to which she had just moved. Despite all the attacks, things just seemed to “work out” for her. She’d developed a new fatalism about things, and her fears had largely subsided into a desire to know who was doing this – and for the chance to put a stop to it.
She was guarded in her motions of course – recklessness was not part of her nature (except perhaps in her willingness to try interesting new cuisines) – but she hadn’t counted on an entire span of the boardwalk collapsing and dumping her into the sand.
As Prole’ struggled to get back to her feet, a man in scuba gear complete with regulator – but wearing surgical gloves -- stepped toward her. She scrambled to get her gun up but the stranger was already moving to pull the cork on a small glass via he held…Another figure leapt from the boardwalk above and crashed into the chap in scuba gear knocking everybody – including Proletariat – flat. Prole’ lost her gun in the sand and her consciousness to the boot that had kicked her in the temple.
The two figures struggled for control, each trying to overcome the other. With a sudden surge of energy, the scuba-clad man flung the jumper away against one of the pilings on which the boardwalk rested. He turned towards Proletariat and knelt to retrieve the small glass vial from where it lay, resting on the white sand and reflecting the lights of Fatlington.
<<Crack!>>
The second stranger had found Prole’s gun and put one shot through the center of mass. The suit proved to be little protection against a .380 round and the first stranger collapsed onto the beach, dying. Proletariat’s rescuer staggered upright, went to Prole’ to confirm she was still alive, and then made his way into the night.
The police came in a few minutes. Proletariat was bruised and possibly concussed, but Evil_Maniac from Mars lay dead on the sands where he’d bled out from the wound in his back. The vial he’d dropped contained some kind of nerve agent so secret that the Government never told Fermanagh’s inspectors what they’d found (Sarin). Another vial found in EMM’s drysuit pocket contained sodium hydroxide with a small label reading “Musashi” attached to it. This was never fully explained.
Makanyane had gotten through most of her evening pretty quietly. Dinner had been unremarkable, but the picture – “All the King’s Men” – was simply brilliant. Sleazy politics, political corruption – all the good stuff. She brushed her teeth, pulled off the body armor, put on a Summer nightgown and tucked herself in. She reached over to turn off the light…
“Nice pins, Mak,” said a muffled voice from her bedroom doorway. “Too bad you’re a filthy criminal.”
Makanyane was bolt upright in an instant, but the figure in the doorway only needed to tighten one finger.
<<Crack!>>
The gunshot sounded more like a cannon in the small room – hardly surprising since a .577 Webley carries a heck of a charge and the man behind the gun had up-grained the ammunition he filled for himself. The shot struck Makanyane in the middle of her sternum, punching through it and her heart with little effort on its way to a mushrooming impact with her spine – shattering that and severing her spinal cord. She slammed back into a sitting position against her headboard, eyes wide with shock, the light fading from them even as she stared at her killer.
“Say goodnight, Gracie.”
Fade to black.
Morning Meeting, Day Nine
“…So, anyway, it was a wild night, saints preserve us,” said commissioner Fermanagh, “we’ll know better what to make of it after we’ve investigated a few things. Now, for the latest results…”
“You lynched a Wiseguy – Xdeathfire – and we’ve been able to confirm his involvement in a few killings, though we have no particulars, just word on the street. As to the others, ajaxfetish and Lt. Pinard were townies with no known crime involvement, while Louis VI was a criminal who’d been involved in some of the Stracci murders – no surprise there I guess. FactionHeir was the surprise. “Word” and some of the tidbits we’ve dug up suggest he was a Made Gangster in one of the families. His death is a clear advantage for the town. We’re not through this yet, folks, but we’re having some success – at least with the smaller fish.”
JimBob took over the meeting as Fermanagh finished.
“Okay folks, remember we have to select a Director today, as well as lynch some scum…”
OOC
1. Day Nine is both a Vote and Selection (for 10/11) phase. Deadline for votes/selections will be 1600 EST 26 Feb 08 (2100 GMT).
2. Results of investigations will follow later tonight.
3. Updated List of Players:
Still Alive: (37) Alexander the Pretty Good, Big King Sanctaphrax, Brave Sir Robin, Caeser the III, Caius, Charge, CountArach, Cowhead418, Craterus, Crazed Rabbit, Draco Leman, Elite Ferret, gibsonsg91921, Haudegen, Hiji, Ichigo, Ironside, JimBob, Joe Monks, Jubal_Barca, Kagemusha, KukriKhan, Leet Erikson, LittleGrizzly, Myrrdraal, norwegian nerd, Proletariat, Roadkill, Sasaki Kojiro, scottishranger, shlin28, TinCow, TruePraetorian, Twilightblade, Warluster, Xehh II.
Attacked: (29) Andres (N2, N3), Beefy187 (N1), Brave Sir Robin (N7), Caius (N3), Craterus (N6), Crazed Rabbit (N6), Cowhead418 (N2), Evil_Maniac from Mars (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N2, N3), Glenn (N1, N2), Kagemusha (N6), Proletariat (N4, N4, N5, N6, N7, N8), Sasaki Kojiro (N5, N7), taka (N2), Tran (N5, N7, N8), TinCow (N7), Twilightblade (N4, N5), Xdeathfire (N1)
Murdered: (26) Drisos (N1), Lord Winter (N2), Beefy187 (N3), Glenn (N3), Pannonian (N3), taka (N3), The Stranger (N3), Zorg (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N4), Kommodus (N4), Moros (N4), Xiahou (N4), Chimpyang (N5), Kamikhaan (N5), Motep (N5), Rythmic, (N5), woad&fangs (N5), ajaxfetish (N6), FactionHeir (N6), Lt. Pinard (N6), Louis VI the Fat (N6), Husar (N7), NorthNovas (N7), Evil_Manica from Mars (N8), Makanyane (N8), Sarathos (N8), Tran (N8)
Lynched: (8) pevergreen (D2), Hannibalbarca (D3), Tiberius of the Drake (D3), Omanes Alexandrapolites (D4), Andres (D5), Xdeathfire (D6), Dutch_guy (D7), Sigurd Fafnesbane (D8)
Removed from Play: (8) Fahad I (D4), Killfr3nzy (D4), x-dANGEr (D4), Sapi (N4), Warmaster Horus (N5), Rob_the_Celt (N5), molonthegreat (N5), johnhughthom (D8)
Select:Jimbob
Select:Caius
I'd like to point out that there are at least 10 members alive that are posting in other games, but not in this.