Smiler
Occupation: Larcenous vagrant, prowler (townie)
Cards: 2
Who are you?
Well, you smile a lot, and you’re a pretty nice kinda guy. You also steal things from well off people and jewelry shops. People tend to like and trust you, as you’re a guy who plays straight with people in his profession.
Of course, one night some rich wife, who’s husband is called out late to work, shall shoot you square in the neck as you try to break into their house, but that is another day.
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In the book you’re described as:
My cellmate was a handsome, smiling young fellow about twenty-two or twenty three. He looked like a country boy, rugged, red-cheeked, blue -eyed, sandy-haired. He seemed to be well acquainted in the jail.
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“How do you like this racket, kid?” Smiler asked as we rolled up our coats for pillows.
“It’s great. How long have you been doing it?”
“Oh, a couple of years. Ever since the coppers run me out of my home town, Detroit. That was a snide little caper we cut back there and I wouldn’t have touched it only you had to have a coat. How would you like to be a prowler, kid?”
I liked him, always smiling, for his ready help when I needed it and his companionable ways.
“I think I would like it; it’s exciting.”
“Alright, kid. When we get to Salt Lake I’ll show you the real thing.”
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Abilities: Well, you can smile. Good luck, you’re going to need it.
Spokane
Occupation: Wayward son of a wealthy family and frequenter of the San Francisco underworld (townie)
Cards: 1 (Let’s face it, kid, no matter how well you get along with everyone else here, you’re really just slumming it.)
Who are you?
Well, you’ve got a wife, and you know the best opium dens and seedy characters in San Francisco. You also come from a wealthy family, and didn’t really have to struggle like everyone else here did to get where they are. On the other hand, you’re not at all snobby and you are a actual criminal. People in this world do tend to get on great with you. The problem is that you make mistakes.
In fact, one of those mistakes will land you in jail. Even though you’re innocent looks and relative guiltless nature help you easily beat the wrap, while in prison you contract Tuberculosis, which kills both you and your sweet wife.
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In the book you’re described as:
The young fellow that helped me dispose of the stones was the wayward son of a fine family and it would not be right to them to use his name. I will call him “Spokane,” the monoger he was known by among his associates. He had been in San Francisco for years and was familiar with the underworld that I had seen very little of… He introduced me into elegant hop [opium] joints where we smoked daily, into hangouts of polished bunko men and clever pickpockets, into the gilded cafes and other exclusive and refined places of entertainment.
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Abilities: Your fresh face gives you a 1 in 3 chance of beating the rap at night (aka avoiding mafia hits). Good luck, you’re going to need it, kid.
Montana Blacky
Occupation: Bat
crazy (detective-townie)
Cards:2
Who are you?
Well, you’re a great cook, and you’re crazy. In fact you’re the best cook around, so everybody lets you in their camp. That gives you special knowledge about people.
Who knows how you’ll die one day? Maybe you’ll get eaten by a giant lizard (in your head).
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In the book you are described as:
The cook of our party was a stranger to me. A tall, lank man of fifty with straggly black beard and matted black hair hanging to his shoulder. He never spoke except when the bottle was passed to him. Then he would hold it aloft and in a dead, empty voice offer his unfailing toast, “the stoll pigeon is the coming race.”
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“He’s crazy as a bed bug and the best ‘mulligan’ maker on the road. ‘Montana Blacky’ is welcome at any bum camp anywhere, and he spends his life going from jungle to jungle.”
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Montana Blacky, our crazy cook, reeled unsteadily into the circle of firelight, wobbling like an old crow on a dead limb. Holding his bottle aloft, he croaked: “Oh, then the bums began to fight, and there was murder right and tight.” Waving his arm over the scene as if conferring his benediction on the fire,…, he disappeared, muttering: “the stoll pigeon’s are the coming race.
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Abilities:
Once a night you can investigate someone. Great!
There’s a catch: all your posts must be gibberish. Poetic gibberish if you want. The facts can be there, but people will have to pull them out like teeth. Good luck and Have fun.
P.S. you best friend’s name is Dr. Hall (Aka. Alcohol)
Jack “Blacky” Black
Occupation: Criminal and writer (medium-townie)
Cards:2
Who are you?
Well, you’re the writer of this novel aren’t you? By the end of it you’re a worn out old criminal and “hop” [opium] addict. Although you’re not there yet. You know how to read and write, and you’re curious about things.
One day, years after all this, you’ll be broke in New York and “Accidentally Drown.” Though of course, really you’ll have just given up. Before that, you will be a champion of prison reform. Good job. Besides this book, you also write a play, which is an absolute flop. Maybe that’s why you kill yourself?
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Here’s your own Myspace:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...endID=57494390
There’s also a Wiki about you.
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You’re pretty well read, but at this point are not the super criminal you later become.
Though you usually claim American, you were born in Canada, and your father was a citizen of the crown.
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Please ask for further character help, if you’d like.
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Abilities:
Once per night, you can root through the possessions of one person who has disappeared or is known dead. (Aka. Investigate the dead). Of course, they may not give you the information you want.
Good luck, and try not to die to quick.
Saltchuck Mary
Occupation: Fence, “bar” owner (doctor-townie)
Cards: 2
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Who are you?
One day, someone will write a play about you. It will flop miserably, then that person will drown themselves in desperation. But not you, you’ll retire and probably live out a decent life.
In the book;
It’s an injustice to the memory of Mary, or as she was lovingly called by the bums, “Salt Chuck Mary,” to try to crowd her into a few paragraphs or even a chapter. She should have a book.
“Did you eat yet?” was the first thing you heard after entering her house. “I have a pot of beans on the stove and a fine chunk of salt pork in them.” She invariably produced the beans and “fine chunk of salt pork “ and always ate as heartily of them as any of her famished guests.
Her principle business was selling wine, women, and song to the railroad men and gamblers. She ruled her half dozen “girls” with a heavy hand. Her house on the outskirts of town was a dingy, old two-story frame building with a couple of rooms added to one side of it where she lived and received her friends from the road.
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I surveyed her as I ate. She was about forty years of age, hard-faced and heavy handed. Her hair was the color of a sunburned brick, and her small blue eyes glinted like ice under a March sun. She could say “no” quicker than any woman I ever knew, and none of them ever meant “yes.”
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-concerning some illegal goods she’s just purchased:
“If I’m grabbed with this junk I’ll rot in jail before I put a finger on you, and if either of you gets grabbed (she was looking at me), and thinks he can get a light jolt by turning me in, he’s wrong. I’ll throw it in the river, and he can rot in jail.”
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Abilities: Once per night you can protect someone.
Once per game, you can set someone free from jail. Though, you cannot revive the dead.
You have a secret: Foot and a half George is your Brother. Reveal this to no one.
Good luck, you‘ll probably need it.
Foot and a Half George
Occupation: Yeggman (safe cracker) (townie)
Cards: 3
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Who are you?
Your one of the main Johnsons, an extended band of thieves, and are well versed in crime. You’re also none too pretty with lots of scars, and walk with a limp. You originally apprenticed as a blacksmith, but were drafted into the army.
During one episode in the book, while stealing horses to get away from a bank job, you eat a full on round of shot, and bite the dust. Tough luck, try to avoid such a fate here.
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In the book:
George inherited a very ordinary set of features to start with. His war scars and rough bouts on the road and in prison hadn’t served to add anything to them in the way of refinement.
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George was known on the road and to the police as “Foot and a half George” because of an injury to one of his feet that cost him a couple of toes and caused a slight limp. It happened in this way, as he told me one night when we were waiting to open up the powder house at a rock quarry and get a supply of fresh dynamite, caps and fuse.
“I always crush into these powder shacks for my ‘puff’ for two reasons; first, it’s always in good condition; second, if you buy it you’ve got to leave your mug with the storekeeper. He’s always suspicious of anybody buying explosives and is apt to remember you and cause trouble in case of a pinch.
“I got this bum foot,” he said, sticking it out, pointing to the shoe with its bent-up toe, “through buying a roll of rotten fuse at an out-of-the-way general store in Montana. I was goin’ against ‘P.O.’s’ [post offices] then. I always favored post offices because in the small country ones the postmaster has to furnish the box himself and gets the cheapest one he can find. He doesn’t care because the government stands the loss if it’s a plain burglary from the outside…
“this caper I’m telling you about was a third-class ‘P.O.’ outside of Butte Montana. It was soft, and good for a few hundred dollars so I decided to go it alone. No use takin’ a bunch of thirsty bums along and stealing money for them to slop up in some saloon the next day. Anyway, I had a hole in the old box an ‘a shot in it in half an hour. I strung the fuse to a window and touched it off from the outside. It sputtered along the floor and up to the door of the box, but nothing happened. After a few minutes I went back inside to put on a fresh piece of fuse. Just as I got in front of the box there was a roar, the door came off, and knocked me flat. The edge of it caught my foot on the floor and smashed all the toes.”
“Did you get the coin?”
“You’re damned right, I did.
“After my wind came back I got the coin and stickers [stamps… which would then be sold off], limped outside where I had an old ‘swift’ tied to a hitching rack. I had no saddle and it was a tough ride into Silver Bow Junction. But I got there before daylight. That’s why I’m so particular about my fuse,” he concluded.
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Abilities:
You have a secret: Salt chuck Mary is your sister. Tell this to no one.
In case of a shoot out, you take her place.
At night you protect her from harm as best you can.
If she does dies... Well, maybe you’ll have a different view on what to do.
"Sanc" aka, the Sanctimonious Kid
Occupation: 2nd floor man, schemer, swindler (Townie)
Cards:2
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Who are you?
You're one of the most experienced of the Johnsons, and are pretty good at not getting caught for stupid mistakes. More than one quality criminal has been born under your tutelage.
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From the book:
On the street I cleansed my conscience by repeating one of the Sanctimonious Kid’s favorite parody: “Oh, room rent, what crimes are committed in thy name!”
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The “Sanctimonious Kid” was, in point of years and experience, second.
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Tall, six feet, slender and soft stepping, more active than most men half his size, you would not suspect him of two hundred pounds, solid flesh and bone. Straight without stiffness, natural, like an [Amer]Indian. Dark hair, eyes and skin. Handsome, intelligent. Years after, I saw him in the dock of a crowded courtroom in a big city. His head was the finest, his face was the handsomest, and his poise the surest of any there, from the judge down to the alternate juror. His nose, eyes and forehead might have been those of a minister of divinity student. But there was a hard look about his mouth, and something in his jaw that suggested a butcher. He was educated and a constant reader. Whether it was his appearance or his careful manner of speech that got him his monoger, “The Sanctimonious Kid,” I never knew. He was serving a short sentence for house burglary, at which he was an expert.
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At last, after one of the cleverest prison escapes on record, he went to Australia where he was hanged for the murder of a police constable.
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“Don’t try any funny business,” he said to them as I jumped to the ground. “You might get us to-morrow but not to-night. Phone your head off if you want, but don’t poke it out of the house while we’re in the block.”
“Did you connect, Kid?” he asked when we were on the street.
“Yes, a coat pocket full,“ I said, brushing the cobwebs and dust off my clothes; “but why did you tell them to phone?”
“I’ll explain all that to you later. You’ve got to outthink them. You have to have something besides guts in this racket. I sent them to the phone so they wouldn’t follow us out. I couldn’t have stood them off on the street with this bottle. I had to keep waving it about wildly for fear they would see it wasn’t a gun. I found it right at my hand on the porch, and it served the purpose,” he said, throwing it into a yard.
“I seldom carry a gun at his evening work because I can flatten the average man with a punch. However, I think I shall put a small “rod” in my coat pocket hereafter.”
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Abilities:
1 in 2 (50%) chance of evading the cops at night
Cannot be drawn into take someone else's place in a shoot out.
Opponent looses one card in a shootout.
Soldier Johnnie
Occupation: “Heavy artillery” (townie)
Cards: 3
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Who are you?
Originally born in the New England region of the U.S., you're a prominent member of the Johnsons.
I don’t remember exactly how you die, but I believe you get shot down in Colorado. It happens.
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From the book:
“Soldier Johnnie,” who had served a term in the army, was the youngest of the three. He was an industrious and trustworthy yegg who made his living serving as “target” or outside man, for the yegg mobs that preyed on the country banks. The “target” is the most reliable man in the mob. To him is given the job of sticking up the town bull if he appears while the others are inside. He is the first one to get shot at and the last. It’s his job to carry the heavy artillery and stand off the natives while the others get the coin, and then cover the get-away.
He was born lucky. His face and figure were neutral. A hard man to pick up on his description. Medium size and weight. After one look at him you couldn’t say whether his hair was brown or black, whether his eyes were grey or blue. Quiet, unobtrusive, soft-spoken, a copper would hesitate before halting him on the street.
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“While we’re there I’ll buy me a pair of ‘smoke wagons.’ No telling how soon I’ll be broke, an if I have a couple of guns I won’t be helpless. Then I’m going home for the winter, if nothing happens. When I got this last jolt [jail sentence] I wrote and told my people I was going to Alaska for two years and they wouldn’t hear from me till I got back.
“I go home now and then when I have a decent piece of money. My old people are both living, and I’ve got seven brothers and sister. I bring them all something nice for presents, not that they need anything, but just to rub in into them. I am the youngest and always had to take the leavings. The first lock I ever busted was on the pantry in the kitchen of my old New Hampshire home so far away.”
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Abilities: 1 in 2 chance to evade cops at night.
Good Luck. You have some, but you may need more.
Re: You Can't Win-Small Game (IN PLAY)
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
My kingdom for a
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I just can't believe I'm dead, I love life too much. I'll shut up now.
Very sorry again.
(Began neutral, mafia in final rounds)
Kinda wished boudica would have been alive for her first win but oh well.
I'd be honored to be your partner.
, I just thought it would be funny to use the SOLID thing.
well as it looks like i was going to get whacked anyway on the first night, I have no problem with us four eliminating the competition and then shooting it out for a grand finale
Andres? what say you pard?
Maybe next time ey?
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