The Black Country [Concluded]

Formerly "A Sleepy Factory Town"

MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
O raise us up, return to us again,
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power!
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
1802
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Smoke permeates the air. Across the horizon, one can only see the chimneys that belch it out, and the factories that produce it. Perhaps one might see a hovel through the smothering ash, and after that, another, and another. And in that hovel, one could have a chance to see a peculiar creature, a capitlalist. Or a victim of it, whatever you want to call it.

And if you asked them (If they could hear you through the noise) where you were (If you, for some reason, wanted to know) they would tell you (If you could understand the incomprehensible gibberish that would inevitably belt out) that you are in Great Britain, the greatest empire in the world, the abolishers of slavery, and the rulers of the waves. And as you look at this sordid affair, these wretches of people, and above all, the soot, you wonder why you ever came here. And while you wonder this, the diabolical machinery continues churning, well into the night. And the worst of it hasn't even come.

Nearby, in a little town, with the bad luck of sitting directly on mountains of coal, a neat, precise man steps up to a podium. The rabble below, busy fighting, drinking, and somehow sleeping, ignore his presence entirely. They already know what is going on. Behind the podium, their new livelihood awaits, a dormant factory, not yet regurgitating ash, but close to it.

Of course, not all wish to have the factory. There are some who think of it as a menace, taking the jobs of hard-working peasants. These men are usually swamped by the sheer number of educated businessmen, eager to earn a profit, and the much more numerous uneducated serfs, too tired to protest after a life of hardship and desperate to earn some work. But only in this town are there men willing to murder there way into high office.

"There were men found murdered today", said a voice from the podium

No response but the tattered yells of hundreds of destitute drunkards.

"The bodies were in the factory. Consider it closed until we can find these killers"

At this, the decentralized commotion was directed at the podium. Feeling nothing but confusion and anger, the crowd attempted to smash their way through the pine podium, through the iron gates, and the steel walls. Failing miserably, they soon calmed down, hoping to catch a glimpse at the victims.

Deep in the crowd, a man snickers, and begins to walk off into the hills.

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Rules and Game mechanics

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

- Everyone receives a role PM. Quoting them is allowed, but I used the same basic layout for all of them, so be careful who you trust. Screenies however, are not allowed.

-Both phases will be at least 24 hours long. I may lengthen them if something comes up. PMs must be in by precisely the time the deadline ends, so try and send them early.

-Votes must be in bold, and should look like the following.

Vote: Beskar (Exactly like that)

You must unvote before you vote for someone else.

-2 days phases without activity will be met with a swift bout of cholera. Your death will be described in detail.

-I may change some of the details of the roles and game mechanics around, if I feel it is getting severely unbalanced. I will definitely announce them publicly.

-The factory is easily damaged, and will usually take a fair amount of abuse each night. It can take an unspecified amount of damage points before it just collapses, but I will give hints. Roles with the ability to repair it will remove a random number of damage points.

-There is a godfather role, and he will choose his henchmen before the rest of the PMs go out. Killing him does not take out the entire family, however.

-This game cannot run without 15 people, so I'm very desperate. I will give you a PM hug if you sign-up.

Sign-ups 15/15
CDF
Beskar
pevergreen
White eyes :D
atheotes
johnhughthom
Captain Blackadder
Diana Abnoba
Tratorix
Yaropolk
Beefy187
taka
AtPG
Iskander 3.1
Death is Yonder

Replacements
Nemo

I'll sign up if you need players.

I am in

Sign me in.

How complex do you expect this to be, Super? If it's on the scale of Dark Descent, then I definitely can't do it. Otherwise, put me down as an alternate. I generally can only log on 1-2 times a day, and with a baby due in 3 weeks I may suddenly disappear for a few days.
I'll also delay signups for my next mini-mafia to make sure that people commit to this before anything else.

:bow:

IN....I, always seem to be good cannon fodder or lynch-bait:shame:

ROFL, I just read the rules.

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-Votes must be in bold, and should look like the following.

Vote: Beskar (Exactly like that)

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He forgot to bold it, imagine all those illegal votes for me.

I am not sure I like where we are going with our portrayal of the Brits..... :whip:
:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4: ( I am being serious though, I may be American, but I am quite the Brit lover :mean:)

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I am not sure I like where we are going with our portrayal of the Brits..... :whip:
:laugh4::laugh4::laugh4: ( I am being serious though, I may be American, but I am quite the Brit lover :mean:)

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So was Benjamin Franklin.

Don't even get me started on the American revolution...... Traitors the lot of them! :furious3: They did it for greed darn it! I giggle whenever I watch a movie and the British slaughter the Americans.... :furious3:

i am in and i sure hope it is not as complicated as dark descent :laugh4:

In please.

I don't see the problem with the portrayal of the British, the opening post evoked images of Middlesbrough to me. And I mean Middlesbrough as it is now.







Apologies to any smogmeisters on the forum. Yes, I'm sorry you have to live there.

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

Probably like me with Switzerland.

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

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What is it with you Yanks? You either have weird ideas about British superiority or think they are Imperialistic madmen. Is there no middle ground? These days the British are a pretty mediocre lot. I consider myself British by the way.
And Irish.


No, I don't have to choose. Leave me alone.:laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

I just like to keep this little delusion that Britain is perfect, not sure why :laugh4:
I am kind of crazy.

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Don't worry, I have the same delusion about Risa.:laugh4:

And here's the real irony: I'm not involved with any games as of this moment, and I've got plenty of time this evening to be online. But as soon as I sign up for a game, I'll probably be busy.

You should not have left the cold war game, I was going to start things off with a BANG! by that I mean I was going to blow you up. :laugh4::laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan

You should not have left the cold war game, I was going to start things off with a BANG! by that I mean I was going to blow you up. :laugh4::laugh4:

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I really wanted to partake in that but it wouldn't have been fair to the rest of you if one of the superpowers went inactive.

Iskander, it depends on the role you get, I suppose. And I can't guarantee you townie status, so you'll have to make your own decision. Apart from the whole part about the factory, it's a basic mafia game, with no brain-melting circumstances.

Sign me up

IN please!

I'll join.

Count me in! I say, be a good lad and make sure that Tratorix is not the constable. He duly excels in that profession!

Cherio, it's time for high tea!
:toff:

In please :2thumbsup:

hm... i guess you could put me down too, seems a little interesting (not that i understand whats happening lol)

No it's ok you can make me a full player.

Alright Super, I'm in. This looks too good to miss.

alrightie... just one more player needed :2thumbsup:

Hmm, IN!

Sign-ups are closed.

Godfather PM (And subsequently, all others) will go out tomorrow, as I am too tired to dig around my computer looking for them.

Excellent, Harold :thumbsup:

I'll hold off on sign-ups for Star Trek VI until this begins so that everyone here gets a chance to get organized.

I'm working on someone elses laptop, since my luggage went to Vancouver without me. Things are on hold until Saturday/Sunday

Ah, I know what that's like. On my way back to Wisco from D.C. 2 years ago I landed in Chicago due to a blizzard but my luggage decided to go just about everywhere in the midwest besides Milwaukee...


EDIT: That story probably doesn't make any sense to anyone but I'm too lazy to de-obfuscate it.

Okay, after spending too much time at an airport for my own good, I have my laptop, and we can finally start this mess.

Godfather's role is out, send me your henchmen choices.

I am going to invade Somalia now, you never gave me the Godfather role. :smash: I thought we were friends. :cry:

Random.org wants to break us apart! Nooo!

Actually, it isn't working. What the :daisy:? Man, looks like I'll just have to get my sister to pick a number.

I bet Beskar is the God father now. :tongue:

I am not. I would have liked to have been though, won't deny that, then I would actually be an evil Mafia and kill you all. :evil:

Revenge for all those time you try to lynch me when I am a townie.

I am the Godfather.

~:pimp:

but what about all the times I have ordered your execution as Mafia? :laugh4: what about revenge for that?

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

I am the Godfather.

~:pimp:

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An uncharacteristic slip up. Vote: Askthepizzaguy.

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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy

I am the Godfather.

~:pimp:

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And I am your mother

~:pimp:

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Originally Posted by Tratorix

An uncharacteristic slip up. Vote: Askthepizzaguy.

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Oh noes the wine in front of me had poison in it. Blarg I am ded.

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Originally Posted by Beefy187

And I am your mother

~:pimp:

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wouldn't surprise me. :smoking:

Back from dinner, feeling invigorated and not lazy, all PMs will be out shortly.

Mafia, send me your kills, we are going back in time, or rather, describing what happened yesterday night, soon!


It is now Yesterday Night

4:43 GMT

Back from school, feeling tired and lazy. Will take a short break. :bow:

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An uncharacteristic slip up. Vote: Askthepizzaguy.

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Voting during the night phase Tratorix, how suspicious! :smash:

The Godfather didn't even pick me, what an :daisy:. I am going to lynch him.

Sorry brother, perhaps next time. I mean, it would just be too obvious, as we were recently mafia together and we rocked. All I ask is that you don't lynch me right away, let me kill everyone else off first. Then you can lynch me and you'll seem like a hero.

:2thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by Beskar

The Godfather didn't even pick me, what an :daisy:. I am going to lynch him.

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Oh the lovely WIFOM. :laugh4:

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Originally Posted by Beskar

The Godfather didn't even pick me, what an :daisy:. I am going to lynch him.

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Just going to say that I, like Beskar, am definitely not mafia. I did not receive a pm from the godfather recruiting me. Just getting this out of the way before the voting starts to make sure you don't lynch me while looking for the mafia, whose ranks do not include me.

Well who ever those mafias are, I'm they're mother by default

Guys, guys... can't we all just agree, nobody is mafia? :yes:

I pledge to vote No Lynch every round. See? That shows I'm certainly not mafiar.* :shifty:

Hopefully, the night will reveal that no one has been killed at all! Huuuuuuuugs!

Candy for everyone if no one dies

Mmmmm...candy...

I rather cookie.
Candy is too sweet for my taste.

Or ale.

CHOCOLATE!!!

The deadline for orders is long past, but I will give back the night results when I get the write-up out tomorrow.

In the mean time, be merry, you drunken oafs.

Chocolate stout?

Warning, fresh vintage of wine detected, it comes from the vineyards of Tratorix and brewery of Beskarland.

Agh, what was I thinking?

Round ends in an hour, for that is when I actually sent out the last PM.

And I promise you I'll never desert you again because after 'Salome' we'll make another picture and another picture. You see, this is my life! It always will be! Nothing else! Just us, the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark!... All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

:brakelamp:

YESTERDAY NIGHT ENDS!

The workers looked in awe at the catastrophic state of White eyes :D, whose body was mashed in-between the the pistons of several steam engines. Strewn on the floor were his entrails, and a good helping of blood.

"How exactly is this considered murder", said a voice from the crowd. "It happens all the time!"

An official quickly directed the crowd's attention on to a note tacked onto the remnants of White eyes' hand, which was conveniently sticking out from in between some levers.

"This man wos fond too bee gilty off tri ing to hort the facttory. He has ben delt with by mee."

"Sabotage!" Exclaimed the, now-incensed, horde. They began to stomp on his remains. "It seems that not only are we harbouring a murderer, but luddites as well" Announced the official. "Let us work our best to eradicate them from the populace, so that progress must be made"

Amidst the cheers, another man announced- well, slurred his objection to the aide. Beskar launched a drunken tirade on his activities last night, which mainly involved drinking, until the very last of it.

"I...... I was walkin' 'round, and.. uh.... I..... there was a guy... and he hads a knife on him.... so I took off into ...... that... there.... machinery... blurghhh"

The men began to decipher his message, before a sudden bout of coherence managed to produce a clear answer from him.

"So I was runnin' in between the stuff, and the guy behind slips on somethin', and wangs his head on a loom. I was gonna finish him, but right behind the guy, ther was all the bloods, and stuff, of White eyes, so I took off. *Burp"

https://i491.photobucket.com/albums/...Market/bum.jpg

And with that, he promptly passed out. The mayor, as usual, was nowhere to be seen, so his aide quickly ran into the factory to check up on his story. And indeed, a wang-mark was found on a loom, as well as a name card bearing "Mafia" on the ground next to it.

"I would like to take the chance to warn everyone, that the factory is a dangerous place. If you are sticking around it at night, take care as to not get your face wedged into a furnace or something. Of course, if someone is out to kill you, just run right into it for all I care. Currently, even with a body wedged into an engine, the factory is almost at full capacity. Work will resume as soon as we find these two dastardly killers. Now, I know you are not used to voting in things, and prefer to simply punch people in the face right then and there, we as the elite prefer to take a democratic way of execution. Find these arses"

Day begins. 20:11 GMT

Alive
CDF
Beskar
pevergreen
atheotes
johnhughthom
Captain Blackadder
Diana Abnoba
Tratorix
Yaropolk
Beefy187
taka
AtPG
Iskander 3.1
Death is Yonder


Bit it
White eyes :D

...this is most telliber! WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS??? I said to her, she says, that's most precious of you, but I have OVER 9000!!! YES! Oh yes, sayeth unto me my lord, unto MEEEE!!!! Why? It feels so pointy. Like a little bitty bunny rabbit. EXCAPE! Fly fly fly...

well, AtPG is not mafia at least :tongue:


Vote: abstain

Imma gonna blow up tha bad guys th'y w'nt know wh'thit'em * collapses*

This is very strange, and Pizza what the...are you talking about.

Vote: Abstain for now

WHY, WHISKERS, WHY????? You think you can hide the dragon from me, but I know all about your plans. No sir, there's just no way! It might be pink on the outside, but still! I cry out loud, but she just won't stop doing it... IT BURNS!!! IT BURNS!!! OH THE PAIN!! THE DAFFODILS!!!! Crispix!!!

munch, munch

eh, what's going on ere then? What's that body doing in t' engine like?

munch, munch

Anybody got any pork scratchings?

vote: taka

Welcome back:2thumbsup:

Buuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp

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Originally Posted by Iskander 3.1

Buuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp

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eh, what was 'at? You eatin all t' pork scratchings?

I'm BACK BABY.

pevergreen commences to dance.

Vote:pevergreen

I heard t' rustle of pork scratchings in t' pockets when thou were dancin' like.

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Originally Posted by pevergreen

I'm BACK BABY.

pevergreen commences to dance.

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Tratorix runs up to pevergreen with a tape recorder in hand.

Sir, would you be willing to comment on the situation here and the dance you're doing?

"Its my peoples native dance"

pevergreen continues to boogey on down

johnhughthom waddles over to Tratorix

eh, eh, eh now. If thou is going to interview anyone with your equipment which looks like it won't be invented for a hundred n' fifty year, thou will interview me.

Now, got any pork scrathings in t' infernal machine?

Beskar, what were you doing in the writeup?
Vote Abstain