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Well Centurion1 is the Mafia (this has been made public for a bit).
Pannonian is the name that Atpg put out and later got support that the Mafia will use as a shield now (not that they have to... :beam:). He is serving much the same purpose Beefy did for CR.
In case anyone is reading this and wondered what happened; you missed it.
The forums started placing everyone's posts all over the place, about what, 3-4 hours earlier in the thread, and now old posts are mixed with new posts.
This problem still isn't fixed as of about what, 8 hours or so later. If it's in rightful order, just ignore the odd comments.
Wow reading the thread was even more fun. Like a suspension thriller with cut-backs and stuff. :laugh4:
So now that we are back to normal. Where are the opinions about todays lynch of those who have yet to say anything? After all there are still 30 people left on this committee and a lot of them have been awfully quite.
Sunset, Day Twelve
Though the committee was much smaller than before, the discussion this day had been quite lively. Pannonian and Xehh II sat passively as their names were bandied about for a lynch choice, while Crazed Rabbit and Centurion1 argued that they were poor choices. In the end, it came down to a tally.
Centurion1 was called to the front table, a business card extened from the hand of the police sergeant who'd been tapped by slashandburn to conduct the final tally. Centurion1 stood up from his seat.
"This is ludicrous! You're all just letting pizzaguy name people and following his lead like a bunch of lemmings! I, for one, am sick of this stupid 'game' we're all playing and I refuse to take that card, or walk out of here condemned, or any of that other crap. I'm not moving another step."
"Suit yourself," said slashandburn as he stepped back into the partial ballroom wherein the committee made it's home. He extended his New Century revolver in one steady hand and squeezed off a shot just as Centurion1 turned to face him. The heavy lead slug, propelled by its over-grained charge, slammed directly into Centurion1's adams apple. It picked him up off his feet an inch or two and then dropped him in the center aisle between the two groups of chairs.
"The committee's judgement has been rendered. Morning session begins at 8am tomorrow."
slashandburn holstered his weapon and walked quietly from the room, followed by a pair of officers. The rest of the committee slowly followed -- none of them using the center aisle to make their exits.
OOC
Orders for n12 are due no later than 1000 Tuesday 15 Sept Eastern (1400 gmt).
Tally
1st Centurion1 = 9 (a completely inoffensive name, askthepizzaguy, Double A, Joooray, Kukrikhan, Sasaki Kojiro, spL1tp3r50nality, Tratorix, White_eyes:D)
2nd Pannonian = 4+ (Centurion1, gibsong91921, SSNeoperestroika, woad&fangs, Chaotix?)
3rd Xehh II = 2+ (Crazed Rabbit, LittleGrizzly, Chaotix?)
4th/5th Crazed Rabbit = 1 (Ricera10)
4th/5th LittleGrizzly = 1 (Shinseikhan)
I like how my vote is a question mark in two places. :laugh4:
Originally, I voted for Xehh II, but then I traveled back in time (read: .org had a hiccup) and wound up voting for Centurion about 5 minutes before my original vote on Xehh. Doesn't really matter, though, as it didn't affect the lynch.
Where is my vote?
I get the feeling that we are in a Templar Cold War:inquisitive:
most of our vote are missed or were changed:laugh4:
You are all such complete followers.......
Dumb choice, pannonian is a scummer
Your partner could have contacted me to verify your story.Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
Again, it's your word versus 4, and your claimed partner never showed up. :juggle2:
Since when is following townies bad?
i didn't know who my partner was......... Not my fault if he is willing to keep his cover over saving one of his men.
God Bless America
(since i am dead i am going to go the realistic path and no longer post in this thread)
Whoops wrong thread...
Right well either you're a luca and are protection your don, but you're very bad at it, or your a random scum and you're still not protecting your don well.
Or maybe you're just bored.
If he wants to waste the entire town's time letting one of his own die, just because he doesn't want to blow his cover to me, then he's far too paranoid, and he's irresponsible to boot. Didn't look to me like you guys killed any communists either. In my mind, if you're telling the truth, then your partner is to blame for this failure. He had any number of rounds to contact me. But you know, if I didn't think your story was full of baloney, I wouldn't have asked for your lynch to begin with.Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
On another note, in case it wasn't made clear by the host, Rhyfelwyr was indeed a communist spy. That's two out of three accused and dead that we know of. At this point, anyone who claims the commies are the big threat we need to take care of immediately over the mafia, has an ulterior motive in my opinion. I don't buy it. Even those of us who'd like to defeat the commies are not so deluded, thanks very much.
Come now. That seals it for me. :laugh4:Quote:
(since i am dead i am going to go the realistic path and no longer post in this thread)
If you really were a pro-town role, you'd not abandon us as we near the endgame like that. Even Myrddraal who died really early on has been keeping an eye on things and commenting from time to time. At best, you're admitting that you don't care if the town wins (especially that part about Fatlington "will remain American, mafia or not"...) and at worst, you're admitting your mafia connections.
A tip on acting townie: When you die, simply say "Well, I was innocent, but let's shake it off and catch some scum next time". You might actually fool us for a few more rounds. :thumbsdown:
It isn't that i do not care. I just am really busy with shipudden and cold war so i won't have much time. Plus i never really understood the whole ideaof why dead people could still talk.
Looks like Pannonian is WoG bait. I was really hoping to get a response out of him.
I think we are in pretty good shape going into the home stretch. Centurion's post death remarks seem really scummy and the mafia has lost most of their Dons and Lucas.
...pull you close
Feel your love
Then I push you away from me
Protect myself
I’m not safe when my boundaries are violated
And its kill or die
So I choose me
Over you
A.D.D. is my excuse
With my excuse I shot you down
I know I’ve got to change
But I can never work out how
How can I say I’m sorry when I know I’ll do it again
Do it again
I know what I did but I still don’t know the reason
I wanna say I’m sorry but I know I’ll do it again
I’ll do it again
I’ll do it to you
I don’t wanna hurt you anymore
Lash out in anger
Hit the wrong target
My little sister
No matter what I say
I love you so much I cannot leave
But when family gets too close
I always find it hard to beathe
-- Daniel Bedingfield "Sorry"
Summary of Events, Night Twelve
Pannonian had been distant and withdrawn for days, almost completely uncommunicative in the meetings. He walked home alone when the meetings drew to a close, always stopping for a quick bite at some restaraunt or cafe, but never the same one twice in a row.
After finishing tonight's meal, he'd returned to the sidewalk for the last couple of blocks walk when it happened. A masked face, sheltered under a broad fedora, stepped out of an alley in front of him holding an old style 'western' revolver with an incredibly long barrel. Pannonian jumped to the side, putting a telephone pole between him and the revolver as partial cover and turning rapidly around to face what he guessed would be the second threat.
He' guessed correctly. In front of him, startled into near immobility, was a masked man holding a long black umbrella as though it were some form of sword. The tip was sharp, almost needle like, and something glistened on the tip of the umbrella. Pannonian went for his gun, but not before the first attacker fired his Buntline Special.
The heavy soft-lead slug took Pannonian high in the left arm, mushrooming outwards as it splintered the bone and spraying blood from the wound. The impact also staggered Pannonian forward, whereupon the umbrella man jabbed the point into Pannonian's upper leg.
Pannonian got off two shots despite the poison coursing through his system, though neither hit as he was unable to stop the shaking and had diffficulty focusing. He never fired a third shot because the Buntline slammed a second round into the middle of his back. Armored or not, the impact put him on the ground and the poison ensured that he would never get back up. Did the neurotoxin kill him or did he bleed out from the pumping arterial wound in his upper arm. All in all, for Pannonian, the question was rather academic.
El Diablo was only a few steps from home and the quiet evening he had planned. A six-pack of beers from the tappy, along with the cheeseburger and fries (just beginning to grease through the brown bag in which he was carrying them) would take care of sustenance and he was one of the few with a television in his neighborhood.
The two Tommy gunners stepped out of his front door and onto his stoop, shattering his quiet reverie with long bursts of automatic fire. The beers dropped and smashed, along with the burger, as he quickly dove to the side, rolling towards the alley between his brownstone and the next.
It was his only obvious route of escape, and even as El Diablo ran up the alley he expected to encounter more gunfire. It would be hard to know whether the first two shooters or El Diablo were the most surprised when he failed to run into any obstacle at all, making a clean escape from the scene.
spL1Tp3r50nality sat at the counter of the cafe, stirring yet another cube of sugar into his already sweetened tea. Though it wasn't raining, the night felt raw and he enjoyed the warmth of the sweet beverage. The counterman came over.
"Something to eat?"
Before he could respond to the counterman, a quick double <popping> sound came from just behind spL1t's ear. The counterman tumbled like a marionette with it's strings cut. Spl1T spun quickly on his stool. As he completed the turn, only to find himself staring into the muzzle of a small caliber Baretta, a heavy shot crashed out from the door to the storeroom.
This bullet missed Split's would-be executioner, but managed to clip the hammer of the small pistol as the killer moved the gun level to fire, rendering it inoperable. Two further shots slammed into the masked shooter, knocking him towards the door but failing to penetrate his armor or take him off his feet. Rather than continue a gunfight unarmed, the would-be executioner let himself stumble through the door and headed straight out into the night.
Split never got a good look at his savior, but had an interesting story to relate to Fermanagh's micks when they showed up in due course. A decent sort, spL1Tp3r50nality paid for his coffee before leaving.
LittleGrizzly Huddled in the sand, tucked low and tight against the wooden stairs leading down from the boardwalk onto the sands. Bullets zinged off the metal railing of the stairs or thudded into the sand nearby. Whoever the shooters were, they had some talent, so despite using Tommy guns they were doing a pretty good job of keeping him pinnned. Griz' did manage a few shots back with his pistol, but was certain he hadn't done more than make them duck...and he could only make one of them duck at a time. If they'd had a 4th shooter on the beach, he would already have been dead.
In between the quick, disciplined bursts that kept him pinned, LittleGrizzly heard a dull thud. The volume of fire grew less. A few moments later, he heard a brief scream, followed by the sight of a body being pitched over the railing of the boardwalk and out onto the sands. The body didn't move. Now the firing was even less, and it didn't seem to be directed at him. Griz thought he saw a quickl flash of something coppery in the light on the boardwalk, and then everything grew quiet. Slowly, he stood, just in time to see someone walk to the top of the steps.
"You okay," asked the man at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah," said LittleGrizzly, "I never expected to owe you my life, but thanks."
"You're welcome," said the man, as he shot LittleGrizzly with a tranquilizer dart. Griz looked up, incredulous and woozy, the drug already starting to rob him of consciousness.
"So, LittleGrizzly," said the stranger with a satisfied smile. "What's your favorite number?"
They found LittleGrizzzly's arms, legs, and head the next morning, sitting on the steps to a police precinct-house, carefully arranged to form the number five.
Morning Session, Day Thirteen
"...so anyway, that's how things wrapped up, at least to the best of our knowledge."
Fermanagh looked out at the dwindled committee. It was a sight he'd seen before, and feared he was doomed to see again. He turned back to his notes.
"As to the deceased: Moros was a a wiseguy and known small-time criminal. We had no indication however, that he was working with the mafia. Reenk Roink was an innocent townie, and other for his last attempt on Sasaki, is only known to have killed at the bidding of this committee as it's Director. These losses clearly did not help the town."
"On the positive side, we've been able to confirm the success of our lynching efforts. Lord Winter, according to our sources, was a made gangster in one of the crime families we're facing. His death has brought us one step closer to our success."
Fermanagh quietly left the podium, turning things over to slashandburn who reviewed the lynch procedures and reminded the committee that it was time to select a new Director as well.
OOC
Lynch voting will conclude at 1200 Eastern on Wednesday the 16th. You are also voting to select a Director for days 14 & 15.
The Fate of the Fatlings
Attacked (34): Beefy187 (n1, n6), DJGingivtis (n2), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n2), Beskar (n3), Double A (n3), Lord Winter (n3, n5), Andres (n4, n9, n11), Diana Abnoba (n4), Reenk Roink (n4), Iskander3.1 (n5), Proletariat (n5, n5, n7, n7), TinCow (n6), Shinseikhaan (n7), Centurion1 (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n8, n9, n10, n10), Moros (n9, n10), Pannonian (n9), Sigurd (n9), askthepizzaguy (n11), Kukrikhan (n11), El Diablo (n12), LittleGrizzly (n12), spL1Tp3r50nality (n12)
Killed (28): Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1), Death is Yonder (n2), pevergreen (n2), Yaropolk (n2), Myrddraal (n3), Jolt (n4), Craterus (n5), johnhughthom (n5), Leet Erickson (n5), Psychonaut (n5), Iskander3.1 (n6), Khazaar (n6), Kommodus (n6), scottishranger (n6), Aggonyduck (n8), Beskar (n8), Cultured Drizzt Fan (n8), glyphz (n8), shlin28 (n8), Diana Abnoba (n9), DisgruntledGoat (n9), Moros (n10), Reenk Roink (n10), Andres (n11), Ichigo (n11), LittleGrizzly (n12), Pannonian (n12)
Lynched (13): Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5), A Very Super Market (d6), Kagemusha (d6), Rhyfelwher (d7), Ironside (d8), DJGingivtis (d9), Lord Winter (d10), Beefy187 (d11), Centurion1 (d12),
Wogged (9): Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5), Dutch_guy (n6), Warmaster Horus (n7), Greyblades (n10), Skooma Addict (n10), Cowhead418 (n11), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n11), Veronica "Trouble" Toluso (n11)
Still Alive (27): a completely inoffensive name, askthepizzaguy, Caius, Chaotix, Crazed Rabbit, DoubleA, El Diablo, gibsonsg91921, Haudegen, Joe Monks, Joooray, Kukrikhan, Proletariat, Ricera10, Sasaki Kojiro, Shinseikhaan, Sigurd, slashandburn, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, SSNeoperestroika, TinCow, Tratorix, Twilightblade, White_Eyes:D, woad&fangs, Xehh II, YLC.
Vote:Abstain for now and Select:slashandburn.I am a detective looking for scum so keeping me in the chair keeps me alive and hunting.
FoS: Xehh II and Shinseikhaan
I received CC'd orders from both of you yet only 2 of us showed up to attack El Diablo. (This action was orchestrated by ATPG)
Apparently one of your Don's had another target for you. Maybe one of you is the the #5 killer. Either way it's scummy.
The 4th person was supposed to be Joe Monks but I know he never sent in orders. I think he just wasn't active.
I'd like to point out that Haudegen has only made 5 posts in this thread, and his last posting was on August 22nd; but he's still on the "Still Alive" list. The other people on this list I think have been more active.
Vote:Xehh II
For lack of a better suspect. It seems the number 5 killer has returned.
Well, given Xehh II's low activity and the botched kill, I am going to
vote: Xehh II
CR
LMAO, great leadership ATPG! Lets kill Beefy, he's the number five killer after all! LOL. I don't see why anyone in the town trusts him at all.
Because he's delivered many mafia and commie heads to us...
select: ATPG
Select: ATPG
Him, Slash, and Prole all seem trustworthy. My vote goes to ATPG more for his writeups then anything else.
I really want to vote for Xehh II but after seeing who has gone after him so far I think I'll hold off :brood:
Quote:
Originally Posted by DisgruntledGoat
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
I decline the directorship, Double A.
I have a suggestion, oh towny-est of townies. We already cleared slashandburn and me of being these killers by virtue of our being the director. We can lynch the director, and the director cannot kill at night or vote. I suggest we use the directorship slot to paralyze a suspected mafia at night and during the day until it is determined that they are NOT one of the killers remaining. And after investigating them deeply, we lynch them promptly when it is determined that they are indeed guilty.
Oh Shinseikhaan... I have such fondness for you. I'd hate to have to lynch you blind. I nominate you to be our very first "Bound and gagged" director. In honor of your greatness, of course.
:mellow:
Select: Shinseikhaan
Select:Shinseikhaan:bounce:
FOS: El Diablo, Tratorix, Joe Monks, and to a lesser extent, Tincow
:whip: Some of you did great things for this town... and then you disappeared off the radar in the home stretch. After racking up some kills, did any of you decide that the mafia is where it's at?
Not having an alibi at night at this stage is very dangerous.
Obviously some people didn't want dear El Diablo to disappear. Let's make it so.
Vote: El Diablo
Vote: El Diablo
Select: YLC
Because I wish to have fun too. And I can do awesome write ups to - just trust me on this.
Select: Shinseikhaan
Sure, why not?
Vote: El Diablo
Because he was supposed to die anyways. Apparently some kind of evidence against him.