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I'd just like to say that exactly two years today, Mafia I was first posted in the Frontroom.
Here we are, June 5th, 2008, in the middle of the eigth iteration of the game and not to mention what has to be around the hundredth total. We have our own subforum, HoF awards, and .Org subculture. Friendships have been cultivated, minds have been sharpened, and fun has been had by all. It's all thanks to you guys and your continued participation in these games. Here's to many more great years of .Org Mafia, guys!
Here we are, June 5th, 2008, in the middle of the eigth iteration of the game and not to mention what has to be around the hundredth total. We have our own subforum, HoF awards, and .Org subculture. Friendships have been cultivated, minds have been sharpened, and fun has been had by all. It's all thanks to you guys and your continued participation in these games. Here's to many more great years of .Org Mafia, guys!
It's been a fun year and a half that i've been here.
To another two years
Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief:
I'd just like to say that exactly two years today, Mafia I was first posted in the Frontroom.
Here we are, June 5th, 2008, in the middle of the eigth iteration of the game and not to mention what has to be around the hundredth total. We have our own subforum, HoF awards, and .Org subculture. Friendships have been cultivated, minds have been sharpened, and fun has been had by all. It's all thanks to you guys and your continued participation in these games. Here's to many more great years of .Org Mafia, guys!
All because someone lost "on a pirate ship" had a vision....I'd just like to say that exactly two years today, Mafia I was first posted in the Frontroom.
Here we are, June 5th, 2008, in the middle of the eigth iteration of the game and not to mention what has to be around the hundredth total. We have our own subforum, HoF awards, and .Org subculture. Friendships have been cultivated, minds have been sharpened, and fun has been had by all. It's all thanks to you guys and your continued participation in these games. Here's to many more great years of .Org Mafia, guys!
Kudos herr General! Congrats to all who've trod "the sands" of the gameroom and the frontroom before! Congrats to Sasaki and Andres for keeping a lid on this cacaphonous coterie of competitive crazies! Congrats to....oh shut up Seamus and go get a Guinness.
FoS:
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Happy Birthday Mafia Games!
Congrats GH, and thanks Sasaki Kojiro and Andres.
Originally Posted by GH:
Didn't vote: 5 (Mithrandir, Lord Winter, Quintus.J.Cicero, georgeman51, Joe Monks)
Explain Good Sirs, or be ruthlessly terminated.Didn't vote: 5 (Mithrandir, Lord Winter, Quintus.J.Cicero, georgeman51, Joe Monks)
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Happy Birthday Mafia Games!Congrats GH, and thanks Sasaki Kojiro and Andres.
Here's to another two years :cheers:
By the way, won't be here fri-sunday night. Got the weekends mixed up.
By the way, won't be here fri-sunday night. Got the weekends mixed up.
Originally Posted by Bismarck:
A government must not waiver once it has chosen it's course. It must not look to the left or right but go forward.
A government must not waiver once it has chosen it's course. It must not look to the left or right but go forward.
Congrats to GH for starting a great game and Sasak, Andres, and Seamus for keeping order in this place.
Muchos gracias to the General for bring us mafia, as well as Sasaki-Sama and Andres for being resident mods and putting up our antics.
Congrats and thanks GH
Thanks GH and others for giving us something as fun as these games.
To many more years of .Org mafia! A big thank you to GeneralHankerchief for bringing the mafia games to the .Org
Also, a big thank you to my sensei and founder of the Gameroom, Sasaki Kojiro
And a big thank you to Seamus Fermanagh for being my sidekick in moderating this place
And finally, last but not least: THANK YOU TO ALL MAFIA PLAYERS FOR THE MANY GOOD TIMES!
Originally Posted by KukriKhan:
FoS:
Don't know about the rest, but georgeman51 signed up for LotR last week and then disappeared off the face of the earth. I suspect he's one of those Org n00bs who signs up for games and then never returns to the forums.FoS:
Originally Posted by GH:
Didn't vote: 5 (Mithrandir, Lord Winter, Quintus.J.Cicero, georgeman51, Joe Monks)
Explain Good Sirs, or be ruthlessly terminated.Didn't vote: 5 (Mithrandir, Lord Winter, Quintus.J.Cicero, georgeman51, Joe Monks)
Originally Posted by KukriKhan:
Explain Good Sirs, or be ruthlessly terminated.
It's a bit early to go after the lurkers, isn't it?Explain Good Sirs, or be ruthlessly terminated.
Woah I'm still here. Nice execution method by the way. When does the other 2 people get murdered again?
When the mafia send their orders and GeneralHankerchief decides to post the kill write-ups.
Since when did Craterus know so much about when the mafia send in their orders? FoS:Craterus
Originally Posted by Elite Ferret:
Since when did Craterus know so much about when the mafia send in their orders? FoS:Craterus
FoS: EFSince when did Craterus know so much about when the mafia send in their orders? FoS:Craterus
For putting a FoS on someone who was a.) helping a new guy and b.) just giving out basic game info that any Mafia player would know.
FoS:PK
OMGUS, and for FoSing someone who was only joking but forgot to add the traditional
OMGUS, and for FoSing someone who was only joking but forgot to add the traditional
Originally Posted by Elite Ferret:
FoS:PK
OMGUS, and for FoSing someone who was only joking but forgot to add the traditional
Double FoS: EFFoS:PK
OMGUS, and for FoSing someone who was only joking but forgot to add the traditional
For thinking that joking is allowed in Mafia games.
FoS EF for FoSing a dead guy...
FoS:Shlin for making me look stupid, that being true is irrelevant...
All right, enough celebrating.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The birds had returned since the unexpected disturbance of their morning routine yesterday, although they were not singing, as if wary that there would be a similiar breaking of the silence today. The fact that the Chief of Police had spent the previous night looking out the window overlooking his car, clutching his hunting rifle, probably didn't help things either.
The mood of the birds of the Frontroom was a microcosm for the mood of the village as a whole: Normal, but cautious. Yes, they had lynched one of their own the previous night. Yes, Beirut had done so with the most inhumane procedure any of them had ever heard of, especially in the Kingdom of Peace and Love. Yes, the townspeople were confident in their choice.
But... there was still the possibility that they were wrong.
It didn't bother Andres enough to keep him from his own morning jogging routine, however. After all, what was a potential mafia attack with the consequences reaching the possibility of the total extinction of his peaceful little town when compared with the maintenance of his fitness regimen?
To be fair, it helped that he jogged on the other side of town from Tratorix's usual route. Andres went the scenic way, spending quite a bit of time in the Frontroom Park, far away from the alleyway which, by this point, had been sealed off.
He jogged past the lake, with its many ducks and trace amounts of osmium, around the Frontroom cliffs with its extremely pointy rocks at the bottom, back to the lake where, sitting on a bench that looked like it hadn't been there before, was a man, impeccably dressed, wearing a fedora and trenchcoat and waving at Andres.
Andre, out of breath, stopped automatically to wave back and chat with the man. "Excellent morning for running, I do say," he said aimiably.
"They all are," Andres said.
"Indeed," said the man. "Allow me to recommend a beautiful route up in the hills, if you're up for a change of scenery."
"The hills, eh?" Andres panted. "Maybe it is time to adjust my route. I'll have to try that sometime."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to," the man said, whipping out his revolver and blasting Andres, all with an apologetic smile on his face. Andres's lifeless corpse rolled into the lake, the ducks having already made room for him by flying away upon the sound of the mafioso's gunshot.
Craterus, deep in the Frontroom marshes, watched the ducks fly away with his high-powered binoculrs. They were headed right for him, probably to make themselves comfortable in their second habitat now that the lake in the park (and the many breadcrumbs to go with it) had been disturbed.
He took his own hunting rifle and prepared to make a kill... but decided against it. If he shot one of them now then the others might pass by him entirely, headed for perhaps another habitat. No, better to let them rest, lull them in a false sense of security... and then pick them off with the help of his trusty decoy.
So he watched as the ducks landed in the marshes and spread out... and lied in wait.
Time passed...
Thirty minutes...
...an hour...
Finally, he was ready. The decoy had been set afloat and one particular mallard was now interested in it, swimming over to it to further examine it. Craterus had his gun ready, the duck in his sights, his finger on the trigger...
BBBB-BRBBTA-BRBBTA-BRAWWWWWWW!!!
Startled at this new sounds, all the ducks flew away. Craterus, totally concentrated on getting the duck by the decoy, was taken totally by surprise and missed any chance he had at nabbing any of the ducks. Cursing silently, he waited as the sound drew closer.
The sound in question was a motorboat, strangely being piloted by a fully-dressed man, heading right for him.
"You idiot!" Craterus shouted when the man in the motorboat was close enough. "You made me miss my ducks! I had been lying in wait for over an hour!"
"And lie you shall do some more," the man said, pumping his shotgun and sending Craterus into the quickly-dirtying water.
"At least there was one kill in the marshes today," the man said as he piloted his boat back to civilization.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had gathered the remaining villagers into the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began, "today there has been two more kills, both concerning the ducks of the Frontroom. The poor creatures got so startled at listening to two separate gunshots that one of them FLEW RIGHT INTO MY BAY WINDOW!!! Do you realize how much those things cost?! That was imported glass, too..."
"Who was murdered?" somebody asked.
"Andres and Craterus," Beirut said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Thus, we will have to begin the lynching process again. I have a couple of notes, though. First of all, due to all the property damage caused by these murders - namely, my property being damaged - a $2000 fine will be imposed in addition to execution. Second of all, I received a note from the OBI (the .Org Bureau of Investigation, that is) saying that killing somebody via a rusty knife, live burial, and tarantulas is inhumane and thus, illegal. So scaring the mafia is out."
"Wait a minute, the OBI tells us ways we can't kill people but won't help us out with this mafia problem?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beirut said. "Get voting!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (33)
Ichigo
RoadKill
TinCow
Elite Ferret
woad&fangs
shlin28
makaikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
LittleGrizzly
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
peverpink
Sarathos
Mithrandir
Beefy187
Tiberius of the Drake
KukriKhan
TevashSzat
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Crazed Rabbit
Fenring
Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
Executed:
Privateerkev
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The birds had returned since the unexpected disturbance of their morning routine yesterday, although they were not singing, as if wary that there would be a similiar breaking of the silence today. The fact that the Chief of Police had spent the previous night looking out the window overlooking his car, clutching his hunting rifle, probably didn't help things either.
The mood of the birds of the Frontroom was a microcosm for the mood of the village as a whole: Normal, but cautious. Yes, they had lynched one of their own the previous night. Yes, Beirut had done so with the most inhumane procedure any of them had ever heard of, especially in the Kingdom of Peace and Love. Yes, the townspeople were confident in their choice.
But... there was still the possibility that they were wrong.
It didn't bother Andres enough to keep him from his own morning jogging routine, however. After all, what was a potential mafia attack with the consequences reaching the possibility of the total extinction of his peaceful little town when compared with the maintenance of his fitness regimen?
To be fair, it helped that he jogged on the other side of town from Tratorix's usual route. Andres went the scenic way, spending quite a bit of time in the Frontroom Park, far away from the alleyway which, by this point, had been sealed off.
He jogged past the lake, with its many ducks and trace amounts of osmium, around the Frontroom cliffs with its extremely pointy rocks at the bottom, back to the lake where, sitting on a bench that looked like it hadn't been there before, was a man, impeccably dressed, wearing a fedora and trenchcoat and waving at Andres.
Andre, out of breath, stopped automatically to wave back and chat with the man. "Excellent morning for running, I do say," he said aimiably.
"They all are," Andres said.
"Indeed," said the man. "Allow me to recommend a beautiful route up in the hills, if you're up for a change of scenery."
"The hills, eh?" Andres panted. "Maybe it is time to adjust my route. I'll have to try that sometime."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to," the man said, whipping out his revolver and blasting Andres, all with an apologetic smile on his face. Andres's lifeless corpse rolled into the lake, the ducks having already made room for him by flying away upon the sound of the mafioso's gunshot.
Craterus, deep in the Frontroom marshes, watched the ducks fly away with his high-powered binoculrs. They were headed right for him, probably to make themselves comfortable in their second habitat now that the lake in the park (and the many breadcrumbs to go with it) had been disturbed.
He took his own hunting rifle and prepared to make a kill... but decided against it. If he shot one of them now then the others might pass by him entirely, headed for perhaps another habitat. No, better to let them rest, lull them in a false sense of security... and then pick them off with the help of his trusty decoy.
So he watched as the ducks landed in the marshes and spread out... and lied in wait.
Time passed...
Thirty minutes...
...an hour...
Finally, he was ready. The decoy had been set afloat and one particular mallard was now interested in it, swimming over to it to further examine it. Craterus had his gun ready, the duck in his sights, his finger on the trigger...
BBBB-BRBBTA-BRBBTA-BRAWWWWWWW!!!
Startled at this new sounds, all the ducks flew away. Craterus, totally concentrated on getting the duck by the decoy, was taken totally by surprise and missed any chance he had at nabbing any of the ducks. Cursing silently, he waited as the sound drew closer.
The sound in question was a motorboat, strangely being piloted by a fully-dressed man, heading right for him.
"You idiot!" Craterus shouted when the man in the motorboat was close enough. "You made me miss my ducks! I had been lying in wait for over an hour!"
"And lie you shall do some more," the man said, pumping his shotgun and sending Craterus into the quickly-dirtying water.
"At least there was one kill in the marshes today," the man said as he piloted his boat back to civilization.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had gathered the remaining villagers into the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began, "today there has been two more kills, both concerning the ducks of the Frontroom. The poor creatures got so startled at listening to two separate gunshots that one of them FLEW RIGHT INTO MY BAY WINDOW!!! Do you realize how much those things cost?! That was imported glass, too..."
"Who was murdered?" somebody asked.
"Andres and Craterus," Beirut said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Thus, we will have to begin the lynching process again. I have a couple of notes, though. First of all, due to all the property damage caused by these murders - namely, my property being damaged - a $2000 fine will be imposed in addition to execution. Second of all, I received a note from the OBI (the .Org Bureau of Investigation, that is) saying that killing somebody via a rusty knife, live burial, and tarantulas is inhumane and thus, illegal. So scaring the mafia is out."
"Wait a minute, the OBI tells us ways we can't kill people but won't help us out with this mafia problem?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beirut said. "Get voting!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (33)
Ichigo
RoadKill
TinCow
Elite Ferret
woad&fangs
shlin28
makaikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
LittleGrizzly
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
peverpink
Sarathos
Mithrandir
Beefy187
Tiberius of the Drake
KukriKhan
TevashSzat
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Crazed Rabbit
Fenring
Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
Executed:
Privateerkev
It's not legal to shoot ducks with a 
rifle!
Vote: Factionheir
rifle!Vote: Factionheir
Hunting? What was I thinking? I would never go hunting.
Good luck town. My early suspicions of the mafia, in no particular order:
TinCow, Elite Ferret, FactionHeir and who knows what Sasaki is up to.
Good luck town. My early suspicions of the mafia, in no particular order:
TinCow, Elite Ferret, FactionHeir and who knows what Sasaki is up to.
Whats with Osmium and ducks? Sounds to me that the mafia is trying to deliberately confuse us with their descriptions.So lets vote someone who is good at writing descriptions. Vote: Seamus
My guess would be makaikhaan (Andres voted him and got killed) or LittleGrizzly (R1 suspicious) still.
As I said previously, I still think RK and Kage may be innocent.
For now, vote: makaikhaan
As I said previously, I still think RK and Kage may be innocent.
For now, vote: makaikhaan
Look into EF guys.
He did a pointless FoS on Craterus. Plus, throwing suspicion on someone you know will be killed is a well know WIFOM.
He did a pointless FoS on Craterus. Plus, throwing suspicion on someone you know will be killed is a well know WIFOM.
Originally Posted by FactionHeir:
My guess would be makaikhaan (Andres voted him and got killed)...
You think that makaikhaan killed Andres because of a meatball vote?!My guess would be makaikhaan (Andres voted him and got killed)...
My vote stays
Birds! You're linking theme is BIRDS!
GH, you are a scamp.
Wonder what this Beirut will do if someone gigs his puppy?
GH, you are a scamp.
Wonder what this Beirut will do if someone gigs his puppy?
Vote: LittleGrizzly
Thingy from first round + my instinct tells me he is one of 2/33 people we are looking for...
Thingy from first round + my instinct tells me he is one of 2/33 people we are looking for...
Shlin, anything in particular from the first round that makes him seem scummy?
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