The Godfather, Part 3 - Summary thread

[GeneralHankerchief]

Please do not post in this thread.

This thread will hold all night and day writeups of The Godfather, Part 3 for your convenience, as well as the rules.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1 of main thread.

Prologue

A lonely, rusty old van clanked and rattled its way through the town. While not being noticed at all by the villagers, the people inside the van were taking a good look at their changing surroundings. One of them in particular seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, deep in his memories. It had indeed been a long time since he had been through these parts.

The town was thriving, having fully recovered from its near-decimation of many years ago. It had almost been a perfect, thorough job, but the villagers had survived and removed the threat against them just in time. The sudden lack of reports coming from the town of Gameroom prompted the man to take a drive through town and figure out what had happened.

He didn't particularly care that people would identify him as part of la Cosa Nostra. Even if they did, they couldn't have done anything about it. His hired crew, as it turned out, had killed all but three of the villagers. This fact had steamed the man even further. They were so close! but they couldn't pull it off. In the end, the Gameroom lived. And now, it had repopulated.

The man, after driving through town, decided then and there that he would wait before he delivered his revenge. Sure, he could have hired a couple of bagmen off any street to come in and pump the last few people full of lead, but that would have been a hollow victory. Instead, he would wait. The Gameroom would repopulate. It would once again thrive. And as time passed, people would forget about the events that had transpired here as they became part of the distant past.

No longer.

And so, the van with the words Vincenzo's Guttering painted on its side pulled up to a select house, still not being noticed by anyone in the town. After all, this sort of company was a common sight around these parts, what with the local obsession with property. Nevertheless, the three men still took precautions, being modestly-dressed in guttering uniforms, walking up to the house, and ringing about the doorbell.

In a short time, somebody inside opened the door. Upon seeing who was visiting him, the man said in a loud, overly-theatrical voice, "It's about time! My house could really use some guttering work!" He motioned the three men inside, glad to be able to speak freely.

"You're using the same van as last time?" the owner said. "Won't anyone notice?"

"No," said Vincenzo, the man who had been deep in thought the whole ride over. "And if they do, they won't make the connection. That is why we have waited so long. The town won't know what hit them."

One of the others, Gregorio, piped in. "You know what you have to do?"

"Yes," said the owner, showing only a slight sign of nerves. "As per your orders, I have identified two townspeople to be my henchmen. I am certain they will accept my offer once I make it to them."

"They'd better," said the final "gutterer", Jacopo.

"They will" said the owner, getting more nervous.

"Good," said Vincenzo. "The time has come. As soon as we leave you will contact your two designated henchmen. Once you have done this, your task is to kill every single one of these miserable wretches living in this cursed town. They have wronged me once in the past, deprived me of several of my best man. You will see that they all pay. I will get my revenge, and you will be the one to deliver it."

Upon saying this, Vincenzo and the other two departed the house, leaving the owner in his own thoughts. Vincenzo had recruited him a long time ago just for this task. Now that it was finally upon him, he would see it through. He would personally wipe this pathetic town off the map. He would become the Godfather.

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Rules:

This game is a resurrection of the classic Godfather series, hosted by the legendary Silver Rusher, who is sadly no longer with us. This series has always held sentimental value for me, as I took part in both games and have fond memories. In my opinion, the intricacies that Silver designed provide for high psychological drama and endless replay value.

If you're interested in a little history, the first installment in the series is here. The Godfather, Part 1 took place in September 2006 and resulted in the first ever Total Mafia Victory. Part 2, played in October-November of 2006, became the first Mafia game to break 1,000 posts and I consider it to be the greatest game of all time, even eclipsing Capo II. I'll leave you to see how it ends.

At the start of the game, instead of selecting the mafia, I will select one Godfather, whose job is to PM me with two other villagers who will become the Godfather's grunts. The Godfather will not be able to kill anyone in the game unless he is the only mafioso left.

Once the two grunts have been selected, the town will elect a Chief of Police, who cannot vote but is immune to night kills. This will be considered Day 1 of voting.

Immediately after the Chief is selected, I will select, out of the left over townies, someone to be the Detective, who gets the usual powers. The Godfather shows up as innocent to the Detective.

When sending me their kills, the mafia need to PM me them in the exact form they will appear. Unlike in my Mafia series, I will do very little editing, so you will need to disguise/uniformize your writing style.

Each Grunt can kill one person per night. This means that when one Grunt is executed the mafia's firepower is essentially chopped in half. As previously stated, the Godfather cannot kill unless he is the only mafioso left, in which case he can kill one person per night.

Standard dead/PM rules apply. You can't post any sort of conversations you had once you are dead or reveal your role, or hint at your role. The Detective cannot reveal privately, and cannot try to get around this by posting something in his location or signature or anything like that for five minutes. Say that you're the Detective in the thread. Also, no screenshots. Anything else is fair game.

Voting procedure is also standard.

On the first day, you will be voting for a Chief of Police only, in which case the voting will be as follows:

Elect: GeneralHankerchief

If you wish to change your selection, please do so as follows:

Unelect: GeneralHankerchief
Elect: Silver Rusher

Starting on Day 2, the usual Vote: GH system is in place. You are allowed to vote "abstain" and also, for the first time in one of my games, "no lynch".

The Chief of Police can only be removed through a lynching. If the situation arises where we need to elect a Chief of Police mid-game, I'll deal with that as it comes.

Inactive players will be dealt with via the Wrath of God. I hold no specific criteria for Wogging. Basically, if I think you're inactive, you're gone.

Tie votes will be dealt with by a re-vote with only the players with the most votes eligible for the lynch.

Finally... I'll let Silver explain the final rule:

Each game in the The Godfather series will have its own special twist, which will differ between games.

Roles:

Godfather: Randomly selected first. Picks two grunts. Shows up "innocent" on Detective investigations. Cannot kill until he is the only mafioso left. The Godfather's lynching results in an immediate victory for the town, even if there are still mafiosi alive!!!
Grunts (2): Selected by the Godfather. Can kill one person each night. If only one grunt is left alive he cannot kill two people per night to make up for his partner's absence. Shows up "guilty" on Detective investigations.
Detective: Randomly selected once the Chief of Police has been elected. Can investigate one person each night, however, cannot determine the Godfather. CANNOT REVEAL PRIVATELY.
Chief of Police: Elected by town on Day 1. Cannot vote, but cannot be night-killed. The Chief cannot be sacked; if you wish to remove him from his position, you must lynch him. An optional feature to the CoP's role is that he may provide me with the daily lynch methods if he so wishes.

Let's have a great game, everybody!!!

Signed up (28/30):
Ichigo (welcome back, BTW!)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
CountArach
Tratorix
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro (also welcome back!)

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 54 of main thread.

Day 1

The town, so far, suspected nothing. The van had made an amazing amount of noise the past day and spewed an ungodly amount of black smoke into the pristine sky, but nobody equated it with the return of the Mafia. The Godfather, busy with recruiting duties, would not kill anyone that night and so the town was spared, for at least a day.

As such, events continued on as normal in the peaceful Gameroom. Somebody in the park brought a large boombox and took requests from passers-by. People waved pleasantly at each other in the streets as they walked by on their business. As usual, a nude unicyclist pedaled down the main street, juggling three rubber balls, collecting tips and making merriment. The Elephant and Cannon Pub was doing a roaring trade in the aftermath of Super Bowl XLIII.

Most of the people walking by, greeting each other, listening to the man with the jukebox and watching the nude unicyclist were dressed casually, for the village had an overall relaxed atmosphere to it and nobody wanted to really rock the boat. However, this would soon change. In a rusty old van with the words Vincenzo's Guttering painted on the side, three men dressed in fine Italian suits were preparing to begin their operation.

The van pulled into the parking lot of the Gameroom Bank and the men got out, openly toting their tommy guns and firing them into the air at random. They walked into the bank, still firing their guns, not really afraid of anything.

"Okay paisans, listen up!" one of them said. "This is a robbery! Give us all the money and valuables you have! We need to buy more fine Italian suits!"

"Don't forget cigars, sunglasses, and choice alcoholic beverages," one of them said.

"Not to mention more guns, ammo, explosives, and assorted melee weapons," said another.

"Right!" said the first. "We are about to go on a killing spree in this town, and you guys are going to finance it for us! Now give us all your money!"

Somewhere, somebody pushed the alarm and a deafening siren began to fill the bank and the outside air. The robbers, while taken aback by the blast, did not seem scared in the least bit. Instead, they continued their motions of threatening tellers, customers, and the bank managers and shooting out random windows and ceiling parts until they were finally satisfied with their loot intake.

Before they left, the manager screamed to them. "Aren't you going to worry about us at all? The alarm's been going off for a full fifteen minutes now! The police should be here any second, and even if you miss them we know all about you!"

The lead mafioso just laughed. "You dolts! You don't even have a police force!" And with that, the three villains, carrying numerous bags with dollar signs on them, left the premises and sped away, leaving the bank manager, looking a bit stupid, to turn off the useless alarm.

"Well," he said, "This could complicate things a bit."

...

Word of the robbery spread, and pretty soon an impromptu meeting convened in the town square. Once everybody was accounted for, the first thing that people did was look for anybody dressed in a fine Italian suit, but evidently the criminals had changed their clothes, for there were no suits to be found.

"All right," said one man, "The bank manager said that the bad guys told him that we don't even have a police force here. Frankly, I think this is a disgrace! I mean, what's to stop these people from just killing the lot of us?"

"Yeah!" said another. "We need to get one established, now! And I think we should start building from the top! I move that we elect a Chief of Police right now, one who's responsible for stamping out this sudden wave of villainy that has washed over our fair town!"

Everybody roared in agreement, and the voting process begun.

Villagers, you will now elect the Chief of Police for the Gameroom. The Chief of Police cannot be night-killed and holds his position until he is lynched. Voting will be done like so:

Elect: GH

If you wish to change your selection, do so also in the usual manner:

Unelect: GH
Elect: Silver Rusher

You have around 24 hours. At that time, I will close voting and then the real game will begin.

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Still alive: (28)
Ichigo
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
CountArach
Tratorix
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 154 of main thread.

Day 1

Out of nowhere, immediately after the voting started for the position of Chief of Police, two candidates immediately pulled out fancy signs, music players, and started distributing flyers promoting their candidacy. Upon seeing the other do the exact same thing, both campaigns sadly turned negative and they spent the rest of the day mudslinging each other, forming the basest of attacks. This entire process would have made for a decent story, were it not for the fact that nobody else was paying them the slightest of attention.

Instead, there was a lot of self-voting going on for a while, until two more campaigns formed: a grassroots "draft" movement and an effective self-campaign targeting the common people of the Gameroom. What added to both campaigns' popularity was the fact that, aside from some threatening going on, they both remained positive.

Eventually, near the close of voting, shlin28's main competitor dropped out of the race, awarding shlin with the title of Gameroom Chief of Police. This announcement was met with cheers and even a "huzzah!" or two.

Eventually, shlin, outfitted with a police hat that was far too big for him and a beer in one hand, blew his new police whistle shrilly and got the crowd's attention.

"All right people," he said, pausing to take a big swig of the victory drink, "As your new Chief of Police, I shall do my very best to preserve order in this little town of ours." Taking another drink and picking up his shiny new police revolver in his other hand, he paused and fired five shots in the air.

"There," he said, "I think I have done a sufficient enough job to scare the mafia," he said to the shocked crowd. "Tomorrow we shall see if it worked."

Day 1 vote tally:

shlin28: 9 (shlin28, TevashSzat, 777Ares777, Andres, CountArach, Quintus.JC, LittleGrizzly, Tratorix, Reenk Roink)
Reenk Roink: 7 (Ichigo, Sasaki Kojiro, Seamus Fermanagh, Askthepizzaguy, White_eyes:D, Rythmic, 187Beefyz)
TinCow: 2 (TinCow, glyphz)
CountArach: 2 (Chaotix27, Gaius Scribonius Curio)
Askthepizzaguy: 1 (boudica)
glyphz: 1 (Jolt)
Seamus Fermanagh: 1 (seireikhaan)
boudica: 1 (YLC)
187Beefyz: 1 (Lord Winter)

Abstained (?): 1 (Sigurd)
Didn't vote: 2 (taka, Ignoramus)

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Still alive: (28)
Ichigo
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
CountArach
Tratorix
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

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The Detective will now randomly assigned. PMs please. This includes shlin - I need a lynching method.

Night will last for around 24 hours.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 208 of main thread.

Night 1

After shlin28 started settling into his new job as the chief of police, everyone in the Gameroom prepared to go home. Most of the people were excited at the upcoming changes under shlin28’s protection and had bright hopes for the future. Only Tincow refused to leave and was determined to get his rightful position as the protector of the social order.

Tratorix was driving home after the election results when he noticed a poster featuring a particularly attractive girl calling for change we can believe him.

“Huh,” he said, “That was exactly what I was just thinking about earlier during the elections.”

After a while, though, Tratorix started getting bored and was going to get back into his car when he noticed another poster across the street also calling for change we can believe him, but featuring another attractive girl.

As Tratorix approached the poster, something else caught his attention: a dusty poster plastered on a wall in the nearby alley.

When he first reached the dusty poster, he couldn’t see anything. Only after brushing off all of the dust did he realize that it was actually a picture of some unknown masked man eating a baby, just like Tincown had accused shlin28 of.

Horrified by such an image, Tratorix immediately backed away, but then tripped on a pothole. He fell backwards right onto a conveniently placed knife that was held upright with epoxy. The knife went straight through his lungs.

As Tratorix lied on the ground, gasping for air and slowly bleeding to death, he heard a rustling noise. He wasn’t able to turn his head very fast on account of his knife wound, but he managed to see a dark figure running out of the alley.

CountArach was very happy with the election of shlin28 to the post of Chief of Police. So happy in fact, that he even left the front door of his home unlocked without being afraid of a burglary.

"With Shlin28 as Chief of Police, we have nothing to worry about!" He said contently to himself and went to bed.

However, that night proved him dead wrong. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he noticed a shadow move past his window. "Must be the neighbors," he thought to himself and went back to sleep. Then, however, he slowly heard his door open. Alerted by someone’s presence, he shouted "who's there?" but there was no answer, as if the wind blew open the door.

"It must have been the wind," CountArach nervously laughed.

As he was walking towards the door he felt something stuffed into his mouth and quickly realized it was a wad of cloth soaked in methanol. His eyes went blurry and he fell on a carefully placed knife that was held upright with epoxy.

Being under the effects of the methanol, he hardly felt the knife slicing through his Kidneys. Right before he closed his eyes for the last time, he saw a Shadow run out of his doorway into the night.

After some time, both of these murders were reported to the Gameroom's new Chief of Police shlin28, who, sitting in his shiny new office, pondered what to do. And he pondered. And pondered. Then his new "Chief's assistant", clad only in a stunning black bikini, brought in champagne and the finest of caviar. As he licked the champagne off her bare stomach, he pondered some more. And then, in a flash of inspiration, he figured out what to do.

"Aha!" he said. "In a flash of inspiration, I have figured out what to do!"

He soon visited each and every individual house, on the way passing by the guy in the park with the jukebox blasting out "Karn Evil 9, First Impression, Part 2" by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, and, of course, the nude juggler on the unicycle.

"All right, people," he said when everybody had gathered, firing a couple more shots in the air for posterity, "Looks like we've got some bad guys on our hands. Now, despite the similarity in kill methods, I'm reasonably certain that they were two separate murders. And since my force is not yet large enough to solve this the usual way, you're going to vote to see who did it. After all, you made such an excellent choice yesterday by hiring me, I fully trust in your ability to go two-for-two. The person with the most votes will be lynched."

"How exactly will they be lynched?" someone shouted out in the crowd.

"Yeah! We want a cool death!" People in the crowd started excitedly talking about how their chosen target would die.

"Patience, people," said shlin. "For my first lynching, I've brought out a classic." He pulled on a rope, and out of nowhere appeared a giant tank filled with water and certain living organisms.

"Sharks with frickin' lasers!" he exclaimed to the delighted crowd. "Aren't they lovely? Anyway, get voting!!!"

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Still alive: (26)
Ichigo
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach

[GeneralHankerchief]

We have a tie vote between Ichigo and Seamus.

All other votes are thrown out; this time there will be a re-vote.

The re-vote will last slightly less than 24 hours, closing at 14:00 EST (GMT -5).

Tally:

Ichigo: 3 (taka, Sigurd, Sasaki Kojiro)
Seamus Fermanagh: 3 (Lord Winter, boudica, YLC)
Andres: 2 (TevashSzat, Chaotix27)
Sasaki Kojiro: 2 (Andres, 777Ares777)


The following people have one vote each:
shlin28 (seireikhaan)
187Beefyz (TinCow)
Chaotix27 (glyphz)
Askthepizzaguy (187Beefyz)
Ignoramus (Rythmic)
Quintus.JC (Gaius Scribonius Curio)
Gaius Scribonius Curio (Quintus.JC)
YLC (Seamus Fermanagh)

Abstained: 5 (shlin28, LittleGrizzly, Reenk Roink, White_eyes:D, Jolt)

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 330 of main thread.

Day 2

It had been a long day in the Gameroom town square, with lots of voting, changed voting, re-voting, and, of course, tallying. Lots and lots of tallying. Chief of Police shlin28, engrossed in a captivating novel, paid little attention to the proceedings, and instead drafted a couple of trustworthy villagers to do the tallying for them.

Upon the first count, the villagers came back to shlin and said that there was a tie vote between two villagers: Ichigo and Seamus Fermanagh. Cursing to himself, for he wanted to go back home and watch some TV, shlin looked up from his book, fired his gun in the air a couple of times, and said "runoff!" before going back and reading some more.

Some time later, the villagers came back with the new tally, whispering the name of who was to get executed in shlin's ear.

"Ichigo!" he yelled. "Get up here, it's time to get on with the show!"

Reluctantly, Ichigo made his way up to the execution platform. He hadn't said much, and it seemed that his silence was the primary reason for getting so many votes. He finally snapped to attention late in the voting when he realized that he would have to say something in order to save himself, but it wasn't enough. And now, he was going to pay for it.

Still, though, he reasoned, at least in his final act he would be providing a cool death for the villagers.

"All right, Ichigo," shlin said, "the villagers say you're guilty and want you to die. Get in the tank."

Before Ichigo did as he was told, an errant laser beam fired off from the shark tank, passing through the glass and hitting Ichigo directly in the stomach. Moaning, he staggered forward a few steps, finally stumbling and tripping into the tank itself, where he was quickly ripped apart by a combination of teeth and lasers.

The villagers properly "ooh"'d and "ahh"'d over the display of marine eating habits and a light show, and all of them went home satisfied after the day's spectacle.

Day 2a tally:
Ichigo: 9 (seireikhaan, TinCow, LittleGrizzly, Chaotix27, White_eyes:D, Ignoramus, Rythmic, Sigurd, Jolt)
Seamus Fermanagh: 5 (Quintus.JC, 187Beefyz, YLC, glyphz, Andres)

Abstained: 6 (shlin28, Reenk Roink, TevashSzat, Sasaki Kojiro, boudica, Ichigo)
Didn't vote: 6 (777Ares777, Lord Winter, taka, Seamus Fermanagh, Gaius Scribonius Curio, Askthepizzaguy)

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Still alive: (25)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach

Executed:
Ichigo

PMs please.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 351 of main thread.

Night 2

Seireikhaan was driving down the street when he noticed a damsel in distress frantically waving her arms. He pulled up to her and offered his help. She explained that she needed to change a flat tire. As Seireikhaan checked the busted tire, a dark figure came into view and smashed his head with the tire iron, knocking him out cold.

Seireikhaan woke up many hours later in a dark cavern.

"What? Where am I?"

A deep voice replied "You are in a cave many miles from town. No one but me knows you are here. You are finished."

Seireikhaan looked around and discovered that he was strapped down to a metal chair. As he struggled to free himself, a large screen rolls down in front of him. Suddenly the screen goes bright and a video of a masked figure eating babies started rolling.

"I have your chair placed right above a giant tank of water. That button in your right hand will cause you to have a watery death," boomed the voice with laughter.

Seireikhaan did not last through the hour. His drowned remains were shipped to the front office of the Gameroom in the morning.

After the recent murders of Tratorix and CountArach, boudica had good reason not to go out at night for anything, other than for the lynching of Ichigo.

It didn't bother boudica enough to keep her from her evening jogging routine, however. After all, what was a potential mafia attack with the potential of destroying her entire peaceful little town when compared to the maintenance of her fitness regimen?

To be fair, it helped that she jogged on the other side of town from Tratorix's usual route. boudica 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 due to Tratorix's murder.

She jogged past the lake with its many mice 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 had never been there before, was a man dressed in a business suit and hat waving at boudica.

boudica, out of breath, stopped automatically to wave back and chat with the man.

"Excellent evening for running, I do say," he said amiably.

"They all are," boudica replied.

"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?" boudica 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, pushing boudica in the lake and holding her head under till she drowned, all with an apologetic smile on his face.

Eventually, Chief of Police shlin28 got wind of all these murders and grinned. The mafia hadn't been eliminated yet. That meant he got to supply another cool execution. After making a few phone calls to local farms, he gathered everybody in the town square, passing the nude unicyclist juggler and the guy with the boombox in the park. Stopping at this second guy, he asked a question.

"You," he said, "you're always at the park. Did you see anything strange?"

"No, man," the guy replied. "I was too busy chilling out to Perry Mason by Ozzy Osbourne."

"Well, all right," shlin said. "But I'm keeping my eye on you."

After some time, everyone had arrived, including the results of the few phone calls he had made. As a result, shlin was ready to begin the day's proceedings.

"All right, people," he said, getting everybody's attention. "Clearly, the mafia are still around, which means you losers didn't get it right last time. As such, we're going to try it again. And this time, the person with the most parts will literally be torn apart. I have acquired four majestic horses. They will each be attached to one of the unlucky person's limbs, and when I give the order they will race apart in different directions. Good luck!"

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Still alive: (23)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica

Executed:
Ichigo

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 486 of main thread.

Day 3

For some reason, this day seemed twice as long as usual, but most villagers chalked it up to the inverse of the "time flies when you're having fun" rule, as only the Chief of Police seemed to be enjoying the proceedings. Speaking of which, shlin28 denied any and all involvement in using his alleged godlike powers to extend the day, to which everyone groaned.

While everyone was voting, he was lording it around the Gameroom square on his beautiful white stallion, which everyone assumed that he would personally ride during the actual execution. Eventually, though, he dismounted and called "time" on the voting. After a couple of minutes of counting, he motioned over to his "Chief's Aide", still clad in her stunning black bikini.

"You," he said, "Fire my gun in the air a few times to get everybody's attention." She complied, handing the gun back to shlin afterwards. All eyes were on the Chief of Police.

"All right, people, it's time to kill somebody else! Lord Winter, come on dowwwwwwn!" He droned the last word out, making an enunciation similar to that of the announcer on the classic American game show "The Price is Right". The irony was not lost on a few Gameroom villagers, but Lord Winter was in no mood to appreciate it. He trudged up to four horses, grumbling.

"Well, we can't have any of that," shlin said, noting Lord Winter's grumbling. He took out a police baton and whacked Lord Winter over the head with it, sending him unconscious.

After a couple of minutes, all four of Lord Winter's limbs were attached to a separate horse. The Chief of Police and three volunteers from the crowd each mounted a horse (shlin, to nobody's surprise, took the beautiful white stallion). Looking at shlin for word of when to start, they took the reins.

"Three... two... one... GIDDYAP!!!"

There was a terrible popping sound. The crowd cheered. After listening to another boring speech from shlin about how he hoped everyone had did their duty and that there would be no more murders, everyone went home for the night.

Day 3 tally:

Lord Winter: 4 (Sasaki Kojiro, White_eyes:D, YLC, Askthepizzaguy)
Sigurd: 3 (Andres, TinCow, 777Ares777)
Sasaki Kojiro: 2 (Reenk Roink, TevashSzat)
187Beefyz: 1 (Seamus Fermanagh)
Jolt: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
White_eyes:D: 1 (Gaius Scribonius Curio)
LittleGrizzly: 1 (Jolt)

Abstained: 7 (shlin28, Lord Winter, 187Beefyz, Chaotix27, taka, Rythmic, Quintus.JC)
Didn't vote: 3 (Sigurd, glyphz, Ignoramus)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (22)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Let's chalk up this round's massive "abstain" count to the weekend. However, if it happens again, I will have no choice but to remove it as an option, meaning, if you abstain, you don't vote. If you don't vote, you get Wogged. Just keep that in mind.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 557 of main thread.

Night 3

TinCow was walking his dog down the street, enjoying all the new golden Christmas lights that had been put up in the Gameroom by shlin28. He was too engulfed with the golden Christmas lights to notice the red dot on his chest. Luckily there was someone there to point it out too him.
He heard someone screaming "TinCow, Watch Out! There is a red dot on your chest! It's a Sniper!!!"

The man threw TinCow what appeared to be a bulletproof vest, and he put it on without much thought. Not noticing that it was a vest covered with C-4 explosives!

It was too late to take off the vest though, the button was pushed, and TinCow went KABLOOEE!
A laser pointer and a business hat was found at the scene of the crime, along with the words "BEEFED" branded into his severed head.

Chief of Police shlin28 knew nothing of this until much later in the day, as he was busy preparing for the daily execution. "Always be prepared" was one of his many mottos, and besides, even if the mafia were really and truly gone... well... this sort of thing had always been a hobby for him anyway.

This time, unlike the past two days, the lynch would take place in the Gameroom Park, where the nude man on the unicycle was riding back and forth, juggling, keeping an eye on things, and the man with the boombox was blasting out "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama Three.

After a while, shlin finished his job and whipped out a flare gun, firing it into the air. He then sat and waited as the entire village, minus TinCow, filed its way into the Park.

"All right," he mused when everyone had arrived. "Looks like we're down TinCow. Too bad, this execution is gonna be pretty cool. He would have liked it, I'm sure.

"Anyway!" he shouted to the crowd, catching them by surprise. "You're gonna vote again. The person with the most votes will enter this little salt hut I have made, complete with windows."

Everyone raised their eyebrows. A salt hut? While the amount of salt in itself was impressive, nobody saw the connection between the person entering the hut and then dying.

"The person and the hut will then be forklifted into the Gameroom pond we have here," shlin continued. "Then, judging by that person's choice, either physics or biology will take over. Get voting!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (21)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 657 of main thread.

Day 4

Everyone was distracted while voting in the Gameroom Park, their attention focused on the large salt hut looming over them and the massive glare it created by reflecting the sun's bright light. Nevertheless, the monolith-like presence of the hut did not distract them from voting, which made the guy with the boombox, observing it all, very glad.

Voting from the start focused on two people: YLC, who seemed to be daring people to vote for him, and Sigurd, who apparently had this shifty look about him. Perhaps it was just the villagers of the Gameroom not being used to his scary black robes as opposed to his usual viking attire. Whatever the reason, Sigurd garnered a lot of votes.

At the end of the day, Chief of Police shlin28, who had been bathing in the pond for most of the day and being accompanied by three beautiful "aides" while doing so, exited the pond, had his "aides" dry him off, and then made his way over to the tally booth, where he read the votes and pointed over at Sigurd.

"You", he said, "get in the hut."

As Sigurd trudged over to the hut, muttering to himself that it was "too early to yell at people for being quiet", shlin skipped over to the forklift, climbing in and starting the engine.

"All right Sigurd," he yelled over the engine, "As previously described, I will now forklift this hut you're in and drop you in the pond. Now, eventually physics will take over and you will slowly be crushed by water and the dissolving salt. However, I am not a cruel overlor-er... Chief of Police," he said, catching himself. "If you manage to get out I will let you live another day... good luck with that, though."

shlin drove the forklift over to the hut, lifted it up, and dropped the whole thing in the pond. While all this was happening, Sigurd was thinking to himself.

"Wow," he said to himself, "I can't believe I have an out! If I can just get free of this hut, I'll live another day! Now, I can't simply swim downward and out, because I don't want to risk blacking out because of the increased pressure... I know! I'll lick my way through!"

And so, as shlin dropped the hut into the pond, Sigurd started licking like he never did before. For a while, it wasn't so bad. But eventually, his tongue got tired. And the salt mixing with water was not a very good combination. He fought through the pain, however, believing that anything was better than death.

As the salt hut around him gradually dissolved both to the natural solvent of the pond water as well as his licking, Sigurd felt a new kind of pain, one that wasn't physical so much as all throughout his body. Grimacing, gasping for air, Sigurd continued to fight. Despite everything, he was making significant progress. The town was all gathered around the pond, watching eagerly to see if he could pull it off.

Time passed. Sigurd, fighting through immense pain, continued licking. The salt hut was all but gone now.

"How much salt do you think he's consumed?" one person asked.

"Dunno, but it can't be healthy," another replied.

The conversation was quickly cut off as somebody gasped. The salt hut was gone. Sigurd was alive, surviving the pressure, and was beginning to swim to the edge of the pond! Sure, his strokes were slow and not really "flowy" at all... but still, he was about to survive a lynch! Despite this, shlin seemed unperturbed that his plan was being thwarted.

As Sigurd's hand reached the grass and gripped dry land, everybody cheered, forgetting that they had condemned him to die only a few hours earlier. The cheering only got louder as the second hand gripped dry land and as Sigurd pulled himself entirely out of the pond.

However, it was not to be. Sigurd stood up, staggered... and then collapsed, sliding back into the pond. This time there was no attempt to get out, and Sigurd floated, motionless, on the water's surface.

"High blood pressure from too much salt intake," shlin explained to the crowd, smirking. "I told him he would either die by physics or biology. He took the biology route. Good night, all."

Day 4 tally:

Sigurd: 6 (Andres, Sasaki Kojiro, Gaius Scribonius Curio, glyphz, taka, Reenk Roink)
YLC: 5 (Quintus.JC, Chaotix27, TevashSzat, YLC, Ignoramus)
Jolt: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
taka: 1 (Psychonaut)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Sigurd)
Psychonaut: 1 (Seamus Fermanagh)
LittleGrizzly: 1 (Jolt)
Ignoramus: 1 (Askthepizzaguy)

Abstained: 3 (shlin28, 187Beefyz, White_eyes:D)
Didn't vote: 1 (777Ares777)

~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (20)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 700 of main thread.

Night 4

Jolt was returning home from work when he saw a large white envelope placed right in front of his front door. On guard given the recent killings, he cautiously opened it for fear of some nefarious killing device. To his relief, there was only an unmarked DVD disc and piece of paper in it which said:

“Meet me at the abandoned office building just southeast of the Gameroom and north of the Frontroom in one hour. Bring the DVD. -Your Friendly Neighborhood Savior”

Jolt was not an idiot so he called up the Chief of Police, shlin28 to tell him of this meeting. Unfortunately, shlin28 was held up by a pizza delivery car the whole drive home and never received the message in time.

Confident that shlin28 would be home soon and call for backup, Jolt anxiously drove to the abandoned office building. The whole area was quiet except for the rustling of a poorly attached poster exclaiming the importance of saving the grizzly bear population nearby.

Jolt entered the building lobby where he saw a small television with a DVD player attached to it placed on the floor. He slowly inserted the DVD he received from the envelope into the player and waited for the video to play.

A dark figure appeared and started talking, “Hello, Jolt. I see that you managed to get my message. Good, this means that there's still some trust left in this place. You have no idea how glad I am to know this. This building is currently under watch. Stay put, I'll be here in five minutes. We'll talk face-to-face then. This is a dire situation. I want to warn you of the impending chaos to come…..”

Outside, the wind finally blew that grizzly bear poster down to reveal a sign that said: “WARNING, DEMOLITION TO OCCUR AT DUSK.”

Jolt never managed to hear the rest of the message because the whole building was instantly blown up.

When shlin28 and his backup finally arrived, the building was reduced to a huge pile of rubble. Dental records had to be used to identify Jolt’s remains.

Cursing, Chief of Police shlin28 drove back to the town square. His day had been interrupted, his lynch method for the day was behind schedule, and to top it off the interruption was for actual police work, and not something more pleasurable like a massage session with some of his "aides". Police work wasn't supposed to be part of the job!

"They'd better lynch whoever was responsible for interrupting my day," he muttered to himself. "This is a crime more serious than murder."

Grunting, he stuck a particularly heavy uncomfortable chair to the execution platform. Looking around, he saw the man with the boombox lounging about, listening to "Escalator of Life" by Robert Hazard, not a care in the world. For some reason, he seemed to be playing the song's climax over and over again. As always, the nude unicyclist pedaled and juggled about, observing everything.

Ignoring the two, shlin made his way into the back of a large van, taking out a firework. Grinning for the first time in hours, he set it up and launched it. Soon enough, everyone gathered to where he was.

"All right," he said, "Here we go again. This time, the execution is simple. All that will have to happen to the person with the most votes is that they'll sit in the chair. Sound easy enough? Good, amuse me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (19)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd

~~~~~~~

Voting will close at precisely 14:00 EST tomorrow.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Tie vote between Askthepizzaguy and Tevash. We're having a re-vote.

I'm probably not going to be around for the voting deadline tomorrow. As such, the re-vote could either be around 22 hours or it could be around 26. I won't be sure until tomorrow, so get those votes in sooner rather than later!

Day 5 tally:

Askthepizzaguy: 5 (TevashSzat, Sasaki Kojiro, Andres, Reenk Roink, Seamus Fermanagh)
TevashSzat: 5 (Quintus.JC, YLC, Beefy187, Askthepizzaguy, Psychonaut)
YLC: 1 (777Ares777)
Quintus.JC: 1 (Gaius Scribonius Curio)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Chaotix27)
Sasaki Kojiro: 1 (LittleGrizzly)

Abstained: 3 (shlin28, White_eyes:D, glyphz)
Didn't vote: 2 (taka, Ignoramus)

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 940 of main thread.

Day 5

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah "tie vote" blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah much finger-pointing, yelling, and screaming blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah TevashSzat stepped forward and declared he was the Detective blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Chief of Police shlin28 called an end blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah "Askthepizzaguy, you're guilty. Get up here." blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Askthepizzaguy came up and gave his final execution speech, which was as follows:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

*inhale*

*exhale*

*inhale*

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

By this point everyone had fallen asleep, and sadly not even ATPG's screams of terror as he was beaten to death by rubber chickens could rouse the crowd. shlin, disgusted, kicked everybody in the crowd and told everybody to go home.

Day 5a tally:

Askthepizzaguy: 8 (Sasaki Kojiro, Reenk Roink, White_eyes:D, TevashSzat, Beefy187, Seamus Fermanagh, Andres, Askthepizzaguy)
TevashSzat: 6 (Ignoramus, taka, Psychonaut, YLC, Chaotix27, glyphz)

Abstained: 4 (shlin28, Gaius Scribonius Curio, 777Ares777, Quintus.JC)
Didn't vote: 1 (LittleGrizzly)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (18)
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy

~~~~~~~~~~~

A very long, entertaining, tense, and exhausting round folks. Let's all keep in mind that it's just a game and enjoy ourselves for the remainder of it.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1016 of main thread.

Night 5

Ignoramus was looking more into Jolt's death and found himself at the now, abandoned demolished office building. He was curious on how they found Jolt's corpse under tons of rubble, when he had heard that they found the body just outside of it. He started looking over clues, that the CoP might have missed and found a sign that looked interesting. It was dusty so he had to brush it off but it had the words on it, "look out for falling hazards". disappointed it was not the break he was looking for, he threw it aside but then he heard a strange metallic rumble coming from above. "Can't you read?" he heard, just before a 90 ton wrecking ball fell down and crushed him flat like a pancake. "Guess not" said the voice as he stepped out of the wrecking crane and fixed his tie. The next day; they found a DVD next to Ignoramus remains with this video on it.

Sasaki Kojiro taking a stroll through the Gameroom, minding his own business, confidently putting one foot in front of the other. He was quickly becoming a power figure in this entire situation. For the most part, people had been listening to him more than even the Chief of Police, and the two people he had gone after hardest were now six feet under. He figured if he could just keep up his intuition then his enemies would fall.

He wasn’t worried about dying, either. Sasaki, see, had everything planned out. He was a high-profile figure in every day’s voting, making sure never to look *too* noble while crusading loudly. No, Sasaki would always have that air of shiftiness about him, ensuring that both he would never die at night while at the same never looking too shifty to be lynched in any of the voting phases. Yes, Sasaki was sitting pretty, confident in both his day and night positions.

This would prove to be a fatal assumption.

Sasaki continued walking through the Gameroom, his thoughts slowly shifting from random snippets of life to the town’s current state and its strategy for the next couple of days. He barely noticed the nude unicyclist, juggling as always, pedaling by and then actually stopping, staring at him. Since this was the first time that Sasaki could recall the unicyclist doing anything other than pedaling and juggling, he turned to make conversation.

“Hello,” Sasaki said, for the first time slightly unsure of what to say or do next, “Uh, nice day, isn’t it? So how are you holding up through all this?”

The nude unicyclist seemed to ignore this, instead staring straight at Sasaki. “You,” he said, “You are the leader of the town.”

Slightly perturbed, Sasaki continued to stumble over his words. “Well, uh, not technically… I mean shlin is our Chief of Police and all… I suppose you could say the town’s been following me for the most part, but I don’t see how that really constitutes being ‘leader’…”

“You are the leader of the town,” the nude unicyclist repeated.

“Uh… well… okay fine, I’m the leader of the town,” Sasaki replied.

The nude unicyclist’s eyes widened. “YOU LEAD US ALL INTO THE GRAVE!” he boomed in an unearthly monotone. His facial expression turned back to normal, as did his voice. “Engage primary arsenal!” he commanded, to an unknown entity.

Instantly, there was a whirring sound. After a second, Sasaki saw two submachine guns spring out of the unicycle’s handlebars. After another second, he heard the unmistakable sound of ammunition, probably automatically, being loaded into both guns.

Crying in surprise, Sasaki dove to the ground. Luckily, his reflexes, honed from years of playing Shogun: Total War multiplayer, did not abandon him at the critical moment and he was fast enough to dodge the initial salvo of bullets directed his way.

“YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE JUSTICE SO EASILY!” the unicyclist boomed, and adjusted his handlebars to Sasaki’s new position. This time, he pulled the trigger and held it down. Sasaki crawled around in a circle, just managing to stay an inch ahead of the unending spray of bullets that would end his life. It went like that for a while, with Sasaki occasionally changing his motion path to throw off the unicyclist. All the while, he was gradually increasing his distance away from the stationary unicycle, searching for an escape.

“I need to buy some time,” he said to himself, and looking around, grabbed three small rocks. Gripping them in his good hand, he winged them right at his attacker as hard as he could.

“Target practice,” the unicyclist chuckled to himself, and calmly took his aim off Sasaki to fire at the rocks and made them explode into dust. But after that was done, he refocused on Sasaki and cursed. His prey was already on his feet and about to enter a car which (extremely conveniently) had its keys in the ignition.

The unicyclist shot out the driver’s side window, and the passenger’s side too as there was nothing to block the bullets’ path, but Sasaki stayed down and managed to start the car without taking any damage. A second later the unicyclist saw the car’s steering wheel club flying out the window, coming right at him, and had to readjust his aim to shoot that out of the air as well. In the time he had lost, Sasaki had adjusted himself into a drivable position and was already jamming on the gas, speeding away from the unicyclist.

“Phew, that was a close call!” he said to himself, driving away. “He’ll never be able to pedal as fast as this bad boy.”

“Engage thusters,” the unicyclist said. “Mark One.”

Thirty seconds later, Sasaki gasped as he saw a unicycle coming up fast in his rearview mirror. A couple of seconds after that, the unicycle was close enough where Sasaki could see its driver, gritting his teeth, pulling the triggers on both handlebars.

Sasaki ducked, again just in time. A storm of glass descended on the car’s interior, this time from the front and rear windshields being shot out, and a second later the rearview mirror itself. Sasaki lied face down on the chair, head tilted up, legs leaning against the chair’s back but careful not to have any part exposed. Both of his hands had a death grip on the steering wheel, although for a second one of them left it in order to jam the “cruise control” button. He could still see where he was going, but barely. Bullets whizzed by all around him. He heard a loud “ding” as one of them connected with his chair back’s support beam.

“Stalemate,” Sasaki exhaled as he tried to see where he was going.

The unicyclist took out his juggling balls and pressed a secret button on one of them, a second later chucking it at the car ahead.

There was a loud explosion, and Sasaki felt his car being lifted into the air from the blast. Luckily, it managed to stay upright and a second later it came crashing to the ground. Sasaki, not wearing a seat belt, hit his back on the car’s ceiling and then fell back to the chair, only his death grip on the steering wheel keeping him from totally losing control.

“If I die, my last wish is to know who the *#%! makes this crazy unicycle!” he yelled to the air, in frustration.

The unicyclist threw his next juggling ball/bomb on an angle, and it worked. This time, the car was lifted in the air and did several sideways flips before finally crashing, upside-down, on the side of the road. Sasaki slowly crawled out, moaning. He was sure he had broken a couple of bones and he was bleeding from several wounds.

He quickly changed from moaning to screaming as he felt a hand grip his wrist. Barely aware of what was happening, he felt himself being dragged along the road as the unicyclist rocketed on. He heard the unicyclist say “Engage thrusters, Mark Two.” Suddenly the terrible feeling of being dragged along at a high speed was gone, replaced by one of being rocketed in the air. Somehow the unicyclist’s rockets were so powerful that they had all left the ground!

Sasaki looked down, gulping. Despite his injured state he was still able to clearly conceptualize the road, the other cars, the trees getting smaller and smaller as the unicycle got higher in the air. Over the sound of the air resistance, he was able to hear the unicyclist speak.

“You lead us all to the grave!” the unicyclist shouted again, staring straight ahead into the sky, his hand maintaining an iron grip on Sasaki’s wrist despite everything. “But no longer! I take matters in my own hands to lead us back into the light!”

“Don’t know… what… you’re talking about…” Sasaki wheezed. “Please… let me down…”

The unicyclist paid no attention to Sasaki’s pleas. “WITH THIS, I TAKE US FROM THE DARKNESS OF ETERNAL OBLIVION INTO THE GLORIOUS LIGHT!!!” Finally, he let go.

Sasaki fell, screaming all the way down until his body finally exploded on impact with the ground. Meanwhile, the unicyclist made a smooth landing, put some clothes on, and put his unicycle away.

Later that day, Chief of Police shlin28 shook his head as he examined the remains of the two victims. "Jeez," he said, "what a way to go," referring to Sasaki's final journey. "I hope you don't have anything similar up your sleeve?" he remarked to the man with the boombox, who simply smiled and continued listening to "One Love" by Bob Marley and the Wailers.

After his work was done, he returned to the Gameroom Square, and summoned the villagers once again to the area. There was no preparations that needed to be done, as his execution method from yesterday was not used.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (16)
shlin28

777Ares777
Andres
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Psychonaut
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy

~~~~~~~~

Note: YLC's player slot is currently in limbo. YLC has removed himself from the game, but I intend to replace him with one of three people who have expressed interest in the game. Once/if I pick somebody, I'll make an announcement and they'll fully replace YLC.

[GeneralHankerchief]

pevergreen has replaced YLC.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1118 of main thread.

Day 6

Although nowhere near the scream-fest that was yesterday, the day's discussions were still quite lively, with the participants mainly focused on the emergence of the nude unicyclist as a killer and then his subsequent disappearance. People were torn between laughter at the absurdity of the kill and shock that there was another potential foe to be reckoned with.

However, discussion eventually shifted to another prominent event - TevashSzat's declaration that he was the Gameroom's Detective. Throughout the day, everyone gathered around him, clamoring to know more about what he had done, or his job qualifications, or his certificate of Detective-ship from the authorities.

There was one problem with this, however - Tevash was sound asleep.

He was apparently a heavy sleeper, too, for people crowded around very closely, screamed in his ear, and even started kicking him at the end of the day. None of this produced any result. Really, the only thing that changed was that he started to snore later in the day. At first, people thought he was stirring, but soon groaned when they found he was just prone to an annoying nocturnal habit.

At the close of voting, Chief of Police shlin28 fired his gun in the air a few times, which got everybody's attention. "All right, everybody, shut up," he said to the crowd, which quickly quieted down. "Tevash is guilty. Get up here."

Silence.

"Tevash, get up here and die!!!"

*snore*

Annoyed, shlin walked down off the execution platform to where Tevash was sleeping, placed his gun right beside Tevash's ear, and fired it into the air once more. This was finally enough to rouse him, and Tevash awoke with a start, his eyes darting around wildly.

"Wha- who- izzit time yet?"

The Chief of Police didn't answer, only taking a still-confused Tevash by the shoulder and dragging him back up to the execution platform. Everyone in the crowd could hear shlin grumbling about "manual labor" and "not my job to walk down from the platform and back". Slapping Tevash awake a few more times, he jammed him in the chair from yesterday and began forcefully duct-taping him to it.

Once this task was complete and Tevash was thorougly unable to move, shlin walked to the back of a truck and came back with a full stack of what looked like rocket-like objects. Without a word, he placed them all around Tevash's chair. Tevash's eyes widened in fear, and they continued to get wider as shlin stepped back, lit a match, and watched the flame burn closer and closer to the rockets.

"This was originally meant for yesterday," he reminded the crowd. "I personally think it would have been more appropriate for then, but what can you do? Bombs away!"

At that, the flame connected with the rockets and Tevash launched into the air, going higher and higher... until he finally exploded. The crowd cheered as they saw what remained.

Day 6 tally:

TevashSzat: 5 (777Ares777, Andres, Psychonaut, Beefy187, Seamus Fermanagh)
Seamus Fermanagh: 2 (Reenk Roink, White_eyes:D)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Chaotix27)
pevergreen: 1 (taka)
Quintus.JC: 1 (Gaius Scribonius Curio)

Abstained: 3 (shlin28, glyphz, pevergreen)
Didn't vote: 3 (TevashSzat, Quintus.JC, LittleGrizzly)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (15)
shlin28
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
Psychonaut
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1153 of main thread.

Night 6

Psychonaut was walking along in the Gameroom parking one foot in front of the other, without a care in the world. After all, the one person and likely mafiaso, Sasaki was dead, leaving him safe and sound.

He could never quite be pinned down to be a lynch target and was sure no one noticed that joking exchange between him and Sasaki, when he was pressured and going to be voted for no reason. He assumed that he was safe from night kills, as who would want to target him? after all, they didn't know his true identity.

This would prove to be a fatal assumption.

Psychonaut continued walking along but then noticed a man in a business suit, watching him from a cliff with binoculars. "That's weird," he thought, then he tried to walk faster towards the end of the park, not noticing the rather large hole that had been dug recently into the ground. He fell in and tried to get up but then realized he twisted his ankle, "NO, " he shouted. If only he hadn't walked here this way, this never would have happen. If only he had kept his mouth shut, he never would have gave himself away.

The man in the distance only said "for Sasaki" as he pulled out a remote controller and pressed the button, which triggered the C4 he had placed around the hole he had dug, with Psychonaut still trapped inside.

The resulting explosion was heard across the Gameroom. When the CoP arrived, all he found was a now huge hole in the gameroom park and a DVD near by entitled 'To the loving memory of Sasaki'

Chief of Police shlin28 was very annoyed to have had his suntanning session interrupted. The attendants in the booth he had recruited to "watch over him" were very beautiful - and scantily-dressed - indeed. But now they were gone, and he found himself examining another murder scene. All of the music the mafia had selected was annoying, too; although the man with the boombox's choices wasn't any better. Today he was playing "Still Alive" by Jonathan Coulton, smiling as shlin shook his head as he walked by.

The execution plan for the day wasn't too elaborate, as shlin wanted to get back to tanning. He set up the cannon, called all the villagers to the usual spot, and announced that whoever had the most votes would be shot out to parts unknown.

"I'll be back when voting is finished," shlin concluded to the crowd. "Don't kill each other. Only I'm allowed to do that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (14)
shlin28
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1216 of main thread.

Day 7

Today was Seamus Fermanagh's birthday. Upon informing the citizens of the Gameroom of this fact early on in the voting, everybody stopped what they were doing and threw an impromptu party for one of the town's finest residents. It was a nice little break from the frightening monotony of "witness death, face execution, repeat." Everyone had a merry time, forgetting about their fears, if only for a little while.

As the voting phase dragged on (without the Chief of Police present), so did the party. Presents were exchanged, most of them promises that would be honored should they "ever get through this". Somehow, one of the villagers even managed to get their hands on a cake that even had "Happy Birthday Seamus" written in fancy script with icing.

Seamus, honored, cut up the cake and divvied it up between the remaining villagers, saving the biggest slice for himself. What the hey, the chances were good that he was going to die the next couple of days, why not live a little? Later, someone brought back a large case of beer, probably nicked from the Elephant and Cannon Pub.

Merrily, the villagers indulged themselves, and eventually they all started to slur their voices and indulge some deep secrets. It was not uncommon to hear phrases like "You're my besht friend" and "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" choruses aimed at Seamus that day. The merrymaking continued for a few more hours, and many of the villagers had the best time they had in months, yet alone since the Mafia had began killing everybody.

Eventually, Chief of Police shlin28, looking tanner and satisfied, returned, perplexed at the scene.

"Wait, you people were having a party and no one invited me??!?!" Everybody was silent for a few seconds, and then they all burst out laughing, including shlin. After the laughter died down, the Chief of Police asked everybody if they had come to a decision.

"GUILTY!" a plurality of villagers shouted in unison, pointing their fingers at the birthday boy.

"Oh, *#%!", Seamus muttered, and trudged up to the execution platform. The party was over. Along the way, he continued muttering to himself, and then eventually lashed out at the villagers, calling them all fools, protesting his innocence. Eventually shlin had to intervene as he took hold of Seamus and dragged him forcefully the rest of the way.

"Well, at least there'll be fireworks for the party," shlin said to a thoroughly-depressed Seamus as he shoved him into the cannon. "Too bad it'll be you. Happy Birthday, Seamus," he said, grinning, as he stepped back and lit the match.

"All right, everybody," shlin said, addressing the crowd. "Three... two... one..."

BOOM!

Everybody cheered as Seamus Fermanagh, the day's final festivity, was spectacularly launched into the night, shooting far and wide, and eventually out of everybody's sight. The next town over, in his office, Vincenzo stood up with a start as a charred figure crashed through his window. Recognizing the body as Seamus's, he raised one eyebrow.

Day 7 tally:

Seamus Fermanagh: 4 (Reenk Roink, LittleGrizzly, taka, White_eyes:D)
shlin28: 3 (Andres, Quintus.JC, Seamus Fermanagh)
Reenk Roink: 2 (Chaotix27, Gaius Scribonius Curio)
taka: 1 (pevergreen)

Abstained: 3 (shlin28, glyphz, Beefy187)
Didn't vote: 1 (777Ares777)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (13)
shlin28
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1251 of main thread.

Night 7

LittleGrizzly was sitting at his home watching T.V. When he heard a knock on the door. He was no fool though, after all the murders that had taken place he had a deadbolt chain-locked door to prevent intruders and stayed away from windows, so he wouldn't be shot by a sniper. He didn't want to be a easy kill, so he answered the door carefully.

When he opened the door with the chain on, there was a man in a business suit, who looked real down. Letting his guard down, he let the man in as he said he had something he wanted to discuss and it was "life threatening". LittleGrizzly was no fool though, he had the man sit on his couch and wait while he went to get some "snacks" which in this case, was a twelve gauge shotgun. Then he came back, only to find him gone. "Damn, I might have let the killer slip though our fingers", growled LittleGrizzly, he then found a box where the man had sat down. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to open it up and KABLOOEE!! his house, along with several others were wiped off the Gameroom map. Once again, all the Chief of Police found when he arrived was a DVD entitled 'For Seamus', along with massive destruction.

Chief of Police shlin28, after watching and then discarding the DVD, was very annoyed. He had been hard at work all through the night and even the day, creating his greatest lynch method yet in the Gameroom Park. He had been "in the zone", so to speak, and having to drive to the murder scene to deal with yet another explosion had taken him out of his element. Whoever was to get executed tonight had better deserve every second of the awesomeness shlin was about to unleash, strictly for interrupting his work, yet alone killing off most of the town.

After a couple more labor-intensive hours, shlin finally took a step back, looked over at the man with a boombox playing "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters, and looked back at his work.

"There," he said, "It's done. Time to call everybody over."

Some minutes later, the villagers arrived and stared at was was before them. Despite shlin's pronouncements that this would be the greatest method of execution known to mankind, all they saw was leftover stuff from the previous few executions.

"Oh, you'll see," said shlin with a wicked grin on his face. "You will see."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (12)
shlin28
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh

~~~~~~~~~~~

ANNOUNCEMENT: Since it looks like shlin28 is in hot water this round, if he does get lynched the new Chief of Police will be selected by me, via random.org.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1359 of main thread.

Day 8

As the day dragged on, Chief of Police shlin28 gradually dropped his facial expression from that of a wicked grin (in anticipation of using his awesome lynch method on somebody) in favor of lots of nervous glances. Sweat started to run down his face as it became clear that he was in the lead in votes.

There was a lot of opposition to the shlin execution movement, however, they were utterly disorganized, every single individual throwing his vote in a different direction. Eventually, after somewhat extending the process in a last-ditch effort to survive, shlin closed the voting.

"All right," he said to the small crowd gathered in the Gameroom Park, "by a count of 5-1-1-1-1-1, I'm dead. I shall perform my final duty in the same way I have performed my other duties as Gameroom Chief of Police: to the full extent of my abilities."

The Chief's "aides" all broke out into tears, running over to their boss and "consoling" him for a couple of minutes before shlin finally motioned them away. With lipstick all over his face, shlin, now wearing a slight grin, made the announcement to the crowd what the execution would be.

"Okay folks," he said, "I have here four small hot air balloons. Each balloon will be tied, via rope, to one of my limbs. Naturally, these balloons will float, taking me along with them. Now, I'm sure you people that voted for me will be happy to join in the next part. You'll notice the ten cannons nearby? It will be your job to load them with fireworks as well as sharks with frickin' lasers. These cannons have been set at a precise angle, so don't mess with 'em. Most likely I will die due to shark bites, the lasers, or the explosions from the fireworks. However, in case I don't, there is still a backup plan." He pointed to an open-ceiling salt hut slowly dissolving in the Gameroom Pond.

"Boombox guy, 'Taps', if you please", shlin said, and the man with the boombox obliged, even saluting the soon-to-be-former Chief of Police.

Slowly, shlin's aides tied the four balloons' ropes to his limbs, and eventually, he rose up into the air, waving goodbye to everybody. After about a minute, he shouted down. "FIRE THE CANNONS!" All ten cannons were fired, and everybody watched as the sharks with frickin' lasers and fireworks launched right for shlin.

The lasers flashed everywhere, the fireworks exploded in a multitulde of colors, and one shark even bit a grasp of shlin's shoulder. However, aside from a few burns and bruises, shlin was pretty much unharmed. He couldn't say the same for the balloons, however, as they were all ruined due to the stuff fired at them.

shlin screamed as he dropped right into the open-ceilinged salt hut...

...followed by the sharks with frickin' lasers and a couple of fireworks with longer fuses than the rest. After it was all over, nobody found any trace of the former Chief of Police's body.

Everybody was about to go home, however, the clouds opened up and a beam of sunlight descended upon Reenk Roink. Reenk, just as confused as everyone else, looked around in shock.

"I feel oddly compelled to go to shlin's office and assume his former position," he said, unsure of the words coming out of his mouth. Nobody else had a problem with that, and they all went their separate ways.

Day 8 tally:

shlin28: 5 (pevergreen, taka, Beefy187, Gaius Scribonius Curio, glyphz)
Andres: 1 (Reenk Roink) (Reenk forgot to unvote, thus leaving his vote on Andres valid.)
glyphz: 1 (White_eyes:D)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Chaotix27)
Gaius Scribonius Curio: 1 (Andres)
taka: 1 (777Ares777)

Abstained: 2 (shlin28, Quintus.JC)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (11)
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Reenk Roink has been selected at random to be the new Chief of Police. Your execution orders are due, sir.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1375 of main thread.

Night 8

Chaotix27 was living in the newly built, Gameroom bomb shelter prepared by the previous Chief of Police for his own protection. After the recent bombing of LittleGrizzly and over half of his neighborhood with it, Chaotix27 was more then a little nervous about having visitors. He waited by the corner of the bomb shelter telling himself, "The Godfather is dead, yes, we lynched him today there's nothing to fear" holding his knees and rocking back and forth while saying this.

Then he heard a knock on the bomb shelters vault door almost giving him a heart attack. "Who is it? what do you want? are you with the Mafia?" Chaotix27 blurted out. The person behind the vault door responded with "No, I was just dropping by to tell you that the Godfather has been confirmed lynched, and we are all stopping by the new Chief of Polices house, to have some drinks". "Rea-really?" Chaotix27 stuttered, "yeah" said the voice behind the door. After this, the voice behind the door said "are you gonna come or what?" Chaotix27 responded with "OK, just give me a minute to open the vault door".

When he opened the vault door, he saw the voice that spoke from behind the door was a man in a business suit and hat. "Ready to go and die?" the man asked. Chaotix27 tried to shut the vault door but was too late as the man readied a switch blade and quickly ran towards him, Chaotix27 saw this and then tried to protect himself by grabbing the mans hands. The man saw this and moved the blade swiftly towards Chaotix27 throat, cutting it cleanly as if he had done it a hundred times before. As Chaotix27 started choking to death on his own blood, the man merely whistled quietly to himself, while preparing something in the center of the bomb shelter. Twenty minutes later there was a HUGE explosion coming from the bomb shelter, that was felt across the gameroom. All that was found at the scene was a DVD entitled "For Reenk", just outside the bomb shelter.

Chief of Police Reenk Roink knew nothing of this, however, as he was deep within the catacombs of shlin28's old office, making preparations. Of course he knew that there would be a murder; the confirmation of such would only waste time. Reenk would be efficient, if nothing else.

Nobody knew where Reenk was though, until an incedibly-magnified voice boomed throughout the Gameroom, easily drowning out the sound of the "Atom Heart Mother Suite" by Pink Floyd, coming from the boombox.

"COME TO THE GAMEROOM SQUARE," the announcement boomed. "YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO." Everybody obliged, and the voting began.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (10)
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Reenk Roink
glyphz
Beefy187
taka
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1437 of main thread.

(The following is written mostly by Reenk Roink)

Day 9

The townies all gathered at the town square after making their decision and brought a handcuffed glyphz with them, his head hanging low. All of them expected to see Chief of Police Reenk Roink, who nobody had seen all day, dealing out justice, so they were quite surprised when they caught a glimpse of a tall man, with a wide brimmed hat supporting grapes waiting for them by a large bonfire. Upon coming closer they were horrified to see that in place of where the man's face should have been, there was a dark and deep void instead. Some of the older members of the town soiled themselves, clearly recognizing that they were in the presence of The Wanax.

The Wanax plucked a grape from his hat and ate it, and he did this while his face void remained static while the grape simply appeared to dissolve on contact. After some quiet, he finally addressed the mob:

"Very well, let's get this over with, bring me the unfortunate one."

Nobody dared move any closer to The Wanax and although his face remain a static void, the townies could plainly see his displeasure.

The Wanax once again spoke and though his voice was of a constant evil tone, the mob he addressed could clearly hear his disappointment:

"The Wanax cannot believe he is in this humiliating situation while the Godfather picked two others to carry out the joys of killing; using The Wanax's alter ego's methods, no less! Do you not see the harm they have done so far? I wanted to do that harm!"

Without warning The Wanax suddenly reached out his arm and brought glyphz close to him through some unseen force while the rest of the townies ducked for cover. The Wanax then reached in his long robes to pull something out which caused great distress to glyphz and great (hushed) speculation among the townies.

"It's the phasgana!" one exclaimed. "He's going to pull out The Analyst: A Discourse Addressed to an Infidel Mathematician," another cried.

"NO YOU FOOLS!" The Wanax boomed as he pulled out a ziploc bag of gingerbread men and began eating them. After some perplexing moments for the town, The Wanax began to utter some chants and sprinkle gingerbread crumbs on glyphz. The townies watched in amazement as glyphz transformed into a life sized gingerbread man. The transformation was agonizing for glyphz who felt his entire body compressed, dried, and stiffen.

The Wanax then picked up glyphz roughly, causing some of the edges of his right arm to snap off, leaving glyphz howling in pain. As The Wanax carried glyphz over the bonfire, one townie muttered "He's going to bake him over the fire!"

Although The Wanax's face remained a static void, the mob swore they saw him roll his eyes as he uttered some more chants which led to a giant Easy Bake oven appearing in front of him. The Wanax placed glyphz into the oven and shut the door, and the townies watched in horror as glyphz was baked alive, his screams in the oven inaudible.

glyphz stopped moving after five minutes but The Wanax waited an extra two before removing him. The mob watched in silence as The Wanax ate the head of glyphz and exclaimed "Much better than the non-human type," before disappearing.

None of the mob dared go near the headless gingerbread corpse of victim, save Andres who ate three fingers.

Day 9 tally:

glyphz: 3 (777Ares777, taka, pevergreen)
taka: 2 (Gaius Scribonius Curio, glyphz)
Gaius Scribonius Curio: 2 (Quintus.JC, Andres)

Abstained: 3 (Reenk Roink, Beefy187, White_eyes)

~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (9)
pevergreen
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz

~~~~~~~~~~~

ANNOUNCEMENT: Assuming the game still continues, endgame rules will be put in place starting next round. I'll explain the exact changes at the start of the day phase.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1530 of main thread.

Night 9

pevergreen was really tired and frightened after the lynching of glyphz. The new Chief of polices, "Wanax" scared the living daylights out of him. That void of nothingness, yet it consumes everything that goes in, even glyphz when he was turned into a gingerbread man was not spared from it.

He had to get his mind off of it and found himself going to the old Chief of polices mansion, that he had made by embezzling the police forces budget money. He missed shlin28 and his lovely "aides" that he had, he missed the power-hungry townie that used to amuse him and hated this new one and his creepy "Wanax". As he went to go inside he saw a man in a business suit and hat, waving at him. "That's weird, could he be auctioning this place off?" he thought but was then shocked when he pulled out a grenade and tossed it towards him.

pevergreen had quick reflex's and jumped quickly inside the mansion and covered his head, only to realize to his horror, it was a gas grenade. He was knocked out and a few hours passed, pevergreen slowly woke up and saw that he was tied to a chair and was surrounded by drums of gasoline. "Now how should I do this, in order to send the proper message to your new Chief of police?" the man in the business suit asked pevergreen. "Should I slowly kill you or just blow this place up?" pevergreen didn't replie but only struggled to escape from the chair. "I know! FIRE, a big fire well send the perfect message to your new Chief of Police" replied the man in the business suit, who grinned wildly as he walked outside.

He came back and took out a gas container and started dowsing the place in gasoline. Even throwing some on the struggling pevergreen, who panicked even more. "Don't worry, this is just going to hurt like " as he lit a lighter and tossed it on the gasoline drenched pevergreen, who started screaming as his body slowly started on fire. All the police found when they arrived was DVD entitled "pevergreens fiery farewell" and the Chief of polices old mansion burnt to the ground, with pevergreen charred corpse in the center of it.

Luckily, Chief of Police Reenk Roink was not present in the building at the time of the explosion, his many heightened senses as The Wanax alerting him to a possible threat. Thirty minutes prior, he had strolled out of the mansion/office in full Wanax regalia, passing the man with the boombox playing "We Have All the Time in the World" by Louis Armstrong, and disappeared out of sight.

Nobody would see The Wanax again until the voting was to conclude, but by this point everybody was so terrified of him that they made their way to the Gameroom square and began voting anyway, without prompting.

~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (8)
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka
Gaius Scribonius Curio

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27
pevergreen

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz

~~~~~~~~~~~

ANNOUNCEMENT: The endgame is upon us! As such, there are a few changes in the rules:

- First of all, no more abstentions. If you abstain, you will register as not voting. Keep in mind that enough non-votes can and will result in your removal from play.

- Secondly, I know I have two additional players lined up to take the spots of anybody who drops out (and I know at least one of them is reading the thread ) but we've gotten down to so few players that it wouldn't be fair to add you in at the last minute. Thank you for your continued interest.

- Thirdly, The Chief of Police can now vote.

Good luck, everybody!

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1588 of main thread.

(The following is written mostly by Reenk Roink)

Day 10

Throughout the day, Gaius Scribonius Curio saw that the townies fingered him as the one responsible for the murders. He knew he would have to face terrible judgment of The Wanax, also known as Chief of Police Reenk Roink, at the end of the day.

At first, Curio sobbed incessantly, wishing that shlin28 was still around to give more conventional executions, but his despair soon turned into desperation. Curio hatched a plan to escape the wrath of The Wanax.

You see, quite sometime back, Curio had built a small but fortified underground shelter because he was a man who liked to plan ahead. This shelter was stocked with every household appliance as well as generators to power them, and enough Ramen noodles to last years and years.

Some hours before the voting phase ended, Curio made a dash for his stronghold and barricaded himself in it. The other townies only realized what he was up to much too late, and were unable to stop him. They banged on the sealed doorway but to no avail. Curio laughed at them from inside: "HAHAHA! The Wanax will take his wrath on you now! Such is the price you pay for voting for me!"

The prospect of this terrified the townies, and when the unmistakable call of The Wanax came at execution time, the townies meekly went to the Gameroom square where The Wanax, who had appeared out of nowhere, stood motionless, a barrel of water by his side.

"WHERE IS THE ACCUSED?" The Wanax demanded.

From his shelter, Curio watched closely on monitor number 4 of his surveillance system of the whole town. He chuckled at his own brilliance as he got ready to watch The Wanax take his wrath out on those who voted against him.

At some length the bravest of the townies, Beefy187, spoke up: "Um, well you see Mr. Wanax sir, he... um... he escaped before voting ended when he saw things weren't going well and ran into a impenetrable shelter. We found no way of getting in, but perhaps you could with your awesome powers and mighty phasgana Mr. Wanax sir."

"OK," boomed The Wanax as he remained too calm for the townies comfort. Briefly pulling out and looking at the phasgana, he elected to put it aside and instead went to the barrel of water and began uttering some chants.

The Wanax then gestured for the townies to come gather around the barrel which they did with much hesitancy. When they peered in, they could see Curio inside his shelter.

Curio himself was getting quite worried at the spectacle of the townies peering into the barrel, unscathed by The Wanax, and he had an uncanny feeling of being watched. As he begin to pace around, he heard a soft hum coming from the kitchen nook. Panicked, he went to investigate.

There, Curio saw the oddest and most horrifying sight of his life. The thousands of boxes of Ramen noodles were empty, and they were all stuffed into a small microwave (don't ask how it was done, The Wanax is good).

Curio could see the burgeoning microwave was about to explode any moment. He tried to get out of the house any way possible, but everything was barricaded. The irony dawning on him, Gaius Scribonius Curio elected to commit suicide rather than be scalded to death by Ramen noodles. He ran back to grab a knife, but as soon as he reached the counter...

The townies did not have to look at the pool to witness the spectacular sight of the exploding shelter and a Ramen noodle mushroom cloud on its site...

Andres was seen going up to the edge of the noodle fallout to eat, but not by everybody, as 777Ares777 and taka were too preoccupied with noticing dark clouds that seemed to follow them home.

Day 10 tally:

Gaius Scribonius Curio: 3 (Andres, Quintus.JC, White_eyes:D)
Andres: 2 (Reenk Roink, Gaius Scribonius Curio)
taka: 1 (Beefy187)

~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (7)
777Ares777
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27
pevergreen

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz
Gaius Scribonius Curio

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1612 of main thread.

Night 10

There were no kills today. The Godfather was dead, the Gameroom saved. There was much rejoicing all throughout the night.

Just kidding.

777Ares777 was scared out of his mind. The Wanax and the Mafia running around didn't make him feel any better and he could feel the gameroom being ripped apart by the two. He ran to his cabin, up in the Gameroom mountains. He hoped that he could escape from at least one day of craziness, under the new Chief of police and his Wanax. He didn't see that he was being followed by a man in a blue car.

The man in the business suit, quietly whistled to himself as he got out of his blue car and opened a briefcase with parts to a sniper rifle in it. He started assembling it until the last piece "clicked" into place. Then he moved into position and toke aim.

Meanwhile, back in the cabin 777Ares777 was unpacking his things, including, oddly, one juggle ball, as he planned to stay there for a few days. He only saw the man for a split-second but realized that he was aiming at him, from about 500 yards away with a sniper rifle. Very quickly, he jump to the floor and tried to figure out how he could get out of this mess.

The man in the business suit showed no surprise at this, in fact he was planning on it. He carefully switched his aimed for the cabins gas tank, that he placed inside a few hours earlier and pulled the trigger.

777Ares777 only heard a sound like gas leaking from his stove before a large explosion, instantly incinerated him. When the police arrived all they found was, yet another DVD, this one entitled "I had a good song but this will due".

With so much death present in the village, there was nary a sound to be heard. The man with the boombox's tunes, today's being "Tonight, Tonight" by the Smashing Pumpkins, echoed unnaturally throughout the town. In addition, Chief of Police Reenk Roink had no problem summoning everyone to the town square to vote once again.

The mood over the remaining villagers was pretty sober. The aura of death hovered around everybody.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (6)
Andres
Quintus.JC
White_eyes:D
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27
pevergreen
777Ares777

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz
Gaius Scribonius Curio

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1737 of main thread.

(The following is written mostly by Reenk Roink)

Day 11

Everybody was tense. They were down to six, and not quite sure how many villains were left. People looked around, trying to both analyze other people's movements and at the same time not be analyzed. When there were so few people left, it was impossible to hide.

The votes were eventually tallied and White_eyes:D was the one doomed to judgment by The Wanax. But White_eyes was a scrappy one and the small number of remaining townies had a difficult time restraining and subjugating him so that he could be brought to the Gameroom square.

As the summons of The Wanax were heard, the townies took White_eyes in chains until they saw the silhouette of The Wanax, waiting silently as usual. Though they had been through this ritual before several times, it never seemed to be any less unnerving.

"BRING ME THE DAMNED!" The Wanax boomed suddenly.

White_eyes was pushed towards the square. The Wanax seemed much taller than before, but that was probably due to the fact that WE had never dared come near The Wanax before.

After some silence, White_eyes swallowed some of his fear and took a defiant tone: "Your job is to be the Chief of Police who protects us and finds the Godfather but all you seem to do is terrorize us and use us as fodder for your sadistic punishments! Well, I don't care anymore, do your worst!"

The Wanax, who seemed to be at that point reaching for his phasgana stopped. Though his face remained a static void, White_eyes swore he saw The Wanax raise an eyebrow and then grin.

"Very well," said The Wanax. He then proceeded to utter some chants, and then a small twister localized over the Gameroom square. The townies watched in awe as Askthepizzaguy's body rematerialized. Looking startled for the first minute of his being resurrected, Askthepizzaguy soon got down to business.

Pulling out many documents and charts he began to make SkyNet cases:

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..."

The townies all screeched in unison as their eyes and ears went sore from the yakking. The began to run away from the Gameroom square. At this point The Wanax uttered some more chants and a giant clear dome encircled himself, Askthepizzaguy, and White_eyes.

Now that the auditory threat was neutralized, the townies found that by looking indirectly, they could watch the spectacle.

White_eyes was running around screaming, eyes wide shut and ears plugged. Still he could not stop being exposed to the cases of Askthepizzaguy.

Realizing that there was no escape, he began to bang his head on the walls of the dome when he realized the material was some kind of thick, unbrittle aerogel, incapable of dealing a knockout blow. The ground was also made with the same material.

So White_eyes, who was now probably better off being named White_eyes:(, was doomed to spend his last moments with Askthepizzaguy and die at the hands of his SkyNet cases.

A couple of minutes was all it took for White_eyes to finally drop dead, after some unsuccessful lunge attempts at Askthepizzaguy. The townies watched in horror as gray matter began to ooze slowly out of WE's eyes and ears.

However, Askthepizzaguy did not stop, but rather now turned towards The Wanax, pointed an accusatory finger, and began making another case.

The Wanax however, quickly drew his phasgana and cleaved Askthepizzaguy in two.

After burying White_eyes and reburying Askthepizzaguy, the townies went back to their dwellings, apprehensive about what lay ahead.

Day 11 tally:

White_eyes:D: 3 (Andres, Quintus.JC, Reenk Roink)
Reenk Roink: 1 (White_eyes:D)
Andres: 1 (taka)
Quintus.JC: 1 (Beefy187)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (5)
Andres
Quintus.JC
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27
pevergreen
777Ares777

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz
Gaius Scribonius Curio
White_eyes:D

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1750 of main thread.

Night 11

Day breaks in the Gameroom. All is quiet.

Quintus.JC walked home from the latest execution, thoroughly disturbed at everything that had went on. With his mind elsewhere, he prepared for another night of sleep that wouldn't come. Of course, it didn't, as he stared at his ceiling, contemplating long after the sun rose.

He didn't notice the sound of a window breaking, nor the sound of footsteps throughout his house, nor did he notice the door to his room being kicked in and a shadowy figure standing in the doorway, pointing a revolver right at him.

*BANG!!!*

QJC died.

Laughing softly, the Godfather departed the scene. He needed to survive only one more lynch and then he was home free.

The shot rang out through the silent village, which meant everybody knew that they would have to be present at the Gameroom square one more time. And so, with the London Symphony Orchestra's rendition of "The Final Countdown" appropriately coming from the man with the boombox's speakers, they began the process of voting one last time.

For the four people remaining, including Chief of Police Reenk Roink, this was it. For better or for worse, this would be the last time.

~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (4)
Andres
Reenk Roink
Beefy187
taka

Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
seireikhaan
boudica
TinCow
Jolt
Ignoramus
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
LittleGrizzly
Chaotix27
pevergreen
777Ares777
Quintus.JC

Executed:
Ichigo
Lord Winter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
TevashSzat
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
glyphz
Gaius Scribonius Curio
White_eyes:D

~~~~~~~~~~~

ANNOUNCEMENT: This is the final round. Congrats to everybody for making it this far, but you're not done yet. The round will last for 48 hours, as is custom in the final round in my games.

Reenk, thank you again for all your work these past couple of days. There will be no need for a writeup this time.

Good luck, everybody!

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1979 of main thread.

The day dragged on and on. Despite the desperateness of the situation facing the town, the remaining villagers of the Gameroom appeared to have accepted their fate one way or the other. Very few of their votes seemed to be based on who they actually thought was the mafia. As a matter of fact, it would seem that the reasons why they case their votes were actually quite petty, or more likely deeper, beyond face-value comprehension.

No matter the reason, they voted. And when Chief of Police Reenk Roink called time, the villages presented him with a tie. Of course.

"SO," The Wanax proclaimed. "AFTER ALL OF THE EXTRA TIME I HAVE GIVEN YOU PEONS TO MAKE A FINAL, DECIDING VOTE, YOU PRESENT ME WITH THIS." Even in the black, expressionless void where his face should have been, The Wanax still brought forth the impression of anger and rage. The force emanating from his person was so that the villagers, even by now dulled to every event, all soiled themselves in fear.

Popping a grape off his hat and examining it, The Wanax continued to speak, calming down slightly. "I suppose this was to be expected," he said, taking out the phasgana and examining it thoughtfully as well before putting it away. "Here we have four separate villagers, each with their own individual motivations and beliefs, values and fears. Naturally, as the number of voters and choices whittle down, the probability that the outcome will result in a tie increases."

Plopping the grape into the area of the void where his mouth should have been, he suddenly pointed a quivering finger out in the crowd. "AUDIENCE!!!" he boomed, causing the other villagers to shiver with fear. "WE HAVE BEEN PRESENTED WITH A TIE VOTE. HOW MANY OF YOU BELIEVE THAT I WILL JUST KEEP YOU HERE FOREVER UNTIL ONE OF YOU EVIDENTLY CRACKS AND SWITCHES YOUR DECISION?"

Slowly, everybody raised their hands.

"Of course you would," The Wanax mused. "After all, that has always been the outcome of this particular scenario in the past, has it not?" Again, slowly, all the villagers nodded after casting their minds back to the few times the vote had ended in a tie in the past.

The Wanax continued. "YOU," he said, pointing at Beefy187. "IS IT LOGICAL TO BELIEVE THAT THE LAWS OF PHYSICS WILL HOLD FOR AN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME INTO THE FUTURE?"

Beefy paused, clearly not expecting this line of questioning from The Wanax. "Uh, well," he stumbled, "I suppose, yes. I mean, after all, were the laws of physics to not hold, then surely the universe as we know it would cease to exist."

"A perfectly reasonable and expected answer coming from such an unenlightened person as yourself," The Wanax replied, and Beefy wasn't sure if he was being complimented or not. "Clearly, your basic level of education has served you well, for you knew that if physics stopped making sense then the universe itself would no longer be. HOWEVER!" he yelled, and everybody jumped, soiling themselves again. "HOW CAN YOU BE CERTAIN?"

There was silence.

Plucking another grape from his hat and popping it into the area of the void where his mouth should have been, The Wanax continued. "What we are presented with here is the basic problem of induction, as outlined in Hume's An Enquiry concerning Human Understanding. Just because we are aware of a particular phenomenon always happening in one particular instance does not mean that that phenomenon happening in that instance is always the case. For example, if you were a woman, raised solely by a woman, and in your entire life had only ever come into contact with other women, then it would be reasonable to hypothesize that the species Homo Sapiens only had one gender. However, this is of course incorrect, as we all know that humans have more than one gender. Likewise with the physics problem I presented to you earlier. Just because they have held throughout our comparably short existence does not mean that they will cease to do so at a later point in time."

"But how does this relate to the vote" somebody asked.

"I WAS GETTING TO THAT!!!" The Wanax thundered, and his voice was so full of quick anger that everybody soiled themselves for a third time. "The problem of induction relates to this instance quite well. Just because you have all been used to ties being broken in one particular way does not mean that this is the only way. For instance... I could do this instead."

Everybody watched as, one by one, The Wanax plucked the remainder of the grapes from his hat. However, instead of consuming them, he this time threw them all on the ground. A great purple mist engulfed everything, until a second later when the Gameroom Square was finally repopulated. Along with the living villagers, there stood their 24 dead comrades, re-animated and sentient once again. However, they were transparent, their insides being a smoky purple mist.

"I HAVE DECIDED TO LET THE DEAD TEMPORARILY ASSIST YOU IN THIS FINAL TASK. THEY SHALL DISAPPEAR ONCE THIS IS COMPLETE. YOU ALL MUST VOTE FOR EITHER BEEFY187 OR MY HOST, REENK ROINK. THEN WE SHALL END THIS, ONCE AND FOR ALL. I WILL BE WAITING."

Day 12 tally:

Beefy187: 2 (Reenk Roink, Andres)
Reenk Roink: 2 (taka, Beefy187)

~~~~~~~~~~~

So it all comes down to this. All players, dead and living, must vote for either Beefy or Reenk. Voting will close in precisely 24 hours. Best of luck to everyone once again.

[GeneralHankerchief]

”All right, mortals,” The Wanax said after several more hours of voting. His dark void somehow stared over the crowd. Amongst the smoky purple figures were three normal, alive, unspoiled human beings. Huddled together, scared, exhausted in every possible way over the events of the past week, they were ready for this to end, one way or another.

And end it would.

“BEEFY187!” The Wanax boomed, and even the ghostly purple beings jumped back in fear. “YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE MOST VOTES! STEP UP TO THE PLATFORM AND FACE YOUR FINAL JUDGMENT! “ Even with the infinitely dark, endless void where The Wanax’s face should have been, all of the villagers somehow got the impression that he was staring at Beefy with an impatient look, as if ready to get this over with.

For Beefy, the world went silent. The mutterings of the villagers, living and dead, ceased to exist. The relatively few ambient sounds of the Gameroom were also muted. Instead of there being a discernable sound, everything around him blended together, swirling around him in a great cacophony of nothing. It was over, for him, for everyone else. After twelve days, twelve agonizingly long days and nights that somehow felt more than over a month, it was finished. With no outside influence to distract him, with him suddenly, seemingly becoming immune to the very passage of time itself, Beefy had forever to reflect upon what happened, to ponder, to regret. He felt himself walking up the steps to the execution platform, but at the same time, his mind was elsewhere. Perhaps it had already departed for the place where his soul would soon join it.

“Time to die, Beefy,” The Wanax said, pulling out the phasgana, finally snapping Beefy back to reality.

…

“TIME FOR ALL OF YOU TO DIE!!!” The Wanax boomed suddenly, and for a second, the villagers saw a flash of Godfather Reenk Roink in that horrible void. In an instant The Wanax’s arms were spread wide, the phasgana in his hand glowing a pure white. Beefy, terrified beyond all reason, somehow noted that The Wanax’s feet were a few inches off the ground.

“You little puppets,” The Wanax roared, and nobody was unable to notice now the expression of pure triumph that somehow was made clear on the void. “You pathetic little puppets never could take the next step in human evolutionary thought throughout this entire little mess.”

Rising even higher off the ground, The Wanax somehow slipped into the tone of voice on someone giving a discourse, despite the glowing phasgana in his hand and the dark clouds quickly forming over the village. “All of you, sticking to your horribly outdated means of thought. Surely you did not seriously believe that your collective, conservative decisions could match the awesome wisdom of The Wanax?” The Wanax paused, allowing appropriate time for the villagers to contemplate what he just said, before continuing.

“You pathetic life forms are as predictable as the ants marching out to gather food and then marching back into the anthill,” The Wanax said. “It’s the problem of induction all over again! Did you learn nothing from the lesson I taught you merely hours ago? DID YOU REFUSE KNOWLEDGE FROM THE WANAX?!??!”

The villagers, realizing that they were all doomed, could still do nothing but listen in pure fear.

“JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING HAS ALWAYS HAPPENED A CERTAIN WAY IN THE PAST DOES NOT MEAN IT WILL HAPPEN THAT WAY IN THE FUTURE!” The Wanax thundered, and then, upon reflection, calmed down a bit. “Of course, with a superior intellect, I knew that you would be lynching based off past behavior. Because it’s served you well before and you’re all comfortable in your familiar little shells and routines, all of you afraid to take the leap that would propel town thought forward. Of course I knew that none of you would accuse me as a mafioso, saying that my actions were too ‘ballsy’ for someone who had so much at stake. It was simple logic, and thus I stayed one step ahead of you the entire time by doing the thing I knew you would least expect from a villain. I wouldn’t even call what I did a calculated risk so much as someone simply understanding what direction the town would take and making the necessary adjustments.”

The Wanax lowered to the ground, but only slightly. “However. I did admire your bravery and your willingness to press on, no matter the consequences. I was seriously considering sparing you for a while, even though you killed both of my grunts. BUT THEN YOU STRAIGHT UP IGNORED BY BIGGEST HINT!!! I MEAN, I GAVE IT TO YOU AND YOU BLATANTLY IGNORED IT!!! THE WANAX WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH AN EGREGIOUS WASTE OF KNOWLEDGE! YOU MUST ALL DIE!!!” The phasgana, now being lifted into the air, continued to glow. At its point, the glow intensified and expanded, all at once engulfing everything into a blinding white light…