The fight for Inishmore [Concluded]

Time expired.

Now to see what really happened...

Curses and Drat...

I have failed you, master Shinseikhaan. But fear not, for soon the whole of Ireland will be bathed in the Glorious Light.

Was Lord Winter the one we needed to get?

The Pure King will have his revenge... and you haven't seen the last of Brendan either.

Christy and Heilyn will not have died in vain. The fightin' spirit of the Irish lives on through me. One day, vengeance will be mine. Mine I tells ya.

What a pity this game has to end like this. Good game, El Diablo.

I must have gotten calculations wrong or something...

You were all posted at like...6:30 am here...You said the game finished just before 7am

Yesterday, 22:29
Im going to give him a total of 40 hours. Phase extended for 9 1/2 hours from now.

Regardless, 'khaan has been lynched.

The day seemed like the longest yet. All three sat comtemplating their fates, their actions, themselves. Lord Winter and 'khaan spoke, and towards the end of the long day, so did El Diablo.

It finally came to a close. Inishmore was either safe, or gone. 'khaan had been chosen. The final choice.

'khaan sighed. He knew he was going to die. He took off his boxing gloves, which he wore at silly times, for laughs, and placed his neck through the noose. The box from under his feet was taken out and the drop cut off his air supply, leaving him kicking in the air and dieing slowly.

*****

Later that night, Lord Winter and El Diablo sat drinking. A friendly black and white cat came walking in, rubbing himself against their legs. Without a word, El Diablo pulled out his handgun and shot the cat.

" cats, I hate 'em."

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You hate cats?"

" yeah. Most annoying creatures on the planet."

"You are no true Irishman then!"

"Maybe I'm not. See, me names Artair. I've gotten through this long and I'm quite sick of this place. So, if you don't mind, I'll be out of here."

El Diablo shot Lord Winter three times and left Inishmore, never to return.


Scottish Victory.

Alive:
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter


Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro
'khaan


Role List:

IRA:
Godfather: Diana Abonba
Grunts: Andres/ATPGuy

English:
Godfather: GH
Grunts: Ituralde/Sasaki Kojiro

Pro Town:
Donney: Seamus
Davey: FactionHeir
Mairead: Reenk Roink

Neutral:
Padraic: AVSM
Heilyn: 'khaan
Artair: El Diablo

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Grunts kill once per night. Once both were dead, godfather could kill once per night. Godfather showed up as innocent until they had performed a kill.
Donney was the detective.
Davey was the gossip person, leaving clues in the writeups. Later gained the ability to either protect/investigate/roleblock one person per night.
Mairead was the doctor, but also a non kill target for Padraic. Later gained the ability to roleblock the person s/he protected if they were anti-town.
Padraic: The generic Serial Killer, didn't have to kill Mairead though.
Heilyn: Welsh boxer, survive one night kill. Only had to survive.
Artair: Late blooming Serial Killer.

Congratulations, El Diablo.

Nice twist at the end. Good game. Though if only if I lived a tad longer I would've enjoyed the game more...

Thanks for hosting pever

gg pever. Late blooming serial killers get all the luck eh congrats El Diablo!

The IRA quicktopic.

Andres wasn't there for most of the game due to RL stuff, and this was Diana's first game, so it's mostly just me talking to myself and keeping notes.

Tried to make it mildly entertaining for you guys to read though.


ATC- Andres
p- pevergreen
RobinHood26- Diana Abnoba
BeamMeUpScotty- Askthepizzaguy



The Reenk murder that my teammates had to talk me out of using...

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Reenk Roink woke up the next morning to find a horse head in his bed. He was covered in warm, sticky blood. He was startled at first, but frankly, he had seen more than one horse's head end up in his bed in his life. However, he was not expecting Brendan to be standing there at the doorway of his bedroom, pointing a gun at him.

"So... it has come down to this. Here we are, you and me. Friends forever, right Reenk?" Reenk Roink just grinned back at him. He knew what was coming. He'd been killed plenty of times.

"Well I can't say you've done a very good job of fighting the English, my friend. As such, you've become a nuisance to me and my entire family. We no longer wish to do business, my friend. My very, very good friend... friends for life, right Reenk?" Reenk nodded. (He seemed genuinely entertained by this obvious mobster impression. He propped himself up on his elbows and smiled with anticipation.)

"Well it seems our friendship will last longer than your life. I knew it was you, Reenk. You broke my heart, Reenk... you broke my heart. And now, I'm gonna break-a your face." (Reenk grabbed some popcorn and munched on it gleefully.)

"I have a certain mission here in Ireland... to rid the world of the hated English. They have been oppressing us for too long. Something needs to change. A lot of things need to change. The whole stinking system has to change. And I am the one man who will make that happen Reenk. And you are the one man who I cannot trust to help rid these lands of English scum. You fellows all seem to think that the mafia writeups hold no clues, You really cannot be so naive. Of course they have clues. Such as my calling card... have you heard of the Two Blind Mice, Reenk?" (Reenk was filing his nails. This speech was getting boring, actually.) Brendan fired the gun at his chest.

"Hey! Hey! Pay attention. This is my big dramatic moment. Throw me a frickin' bone here." Reenk clutched his chest in pain, but started giggling.

"Oh, you think this is funny? You think this is amusing? What am I, a clown to you? Do I make you laugh? You wanna play rough, huh? You wanna play rough? Well say hello to my little friend." Brendan opened fire all over Reenk Roink, gleefully showering Reenk with bullets, spraying blood everywhere, cackling with sick pleasure over the destruction of his rival. Sure, he was no English Godfather, but Brendan was beyond caring... beyond rational thought... and completely insane.

"Tell your friends in the village... tell all your friends... tell them that the Irish Mice don't play well with English Rats. If they want to avoid a similar fate, they will stop wasting time and start looking for English scum. Ok? Ok man? Do you get me, buddy? Are we all clear now? Do you capice?" Reenk nodded (but still chuckled at Brendan for breaking character). Brendan opened fire again and blew Reenk's legs clean off.

"I took the liberty of ordering you a pizza. Have one last slice of cheesy goodness. I also ordered you some wine, and I have it right next to your bed in a shiny goblet. Don't worry, I didn't poison it... much. And if anyone here thinks that Askthepizzaguy didn't do this writeup, then they don't understand Pizzaguy very well. Ok? Have some clues. Here's my card. They call me Brendan, not Jimmy McJolty. I'm not Donney, and I'm not CountArach. I'm not Shlin28. And I am not Captain Blackadder. I'm Brendan. B-R-E-N-D-A-N the pizzaguy." Brendan paused for dramatic effect.

"Lynchthepizzaguy this round. Capice? We are better off without him anyway.... Salute. And don't forget the parentheses, Reenk."

Two Blind Mice

Fake endings for the English which never got used...

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

FAKE ENDING ONE:

The gong rung. Time had completely run out. Had the citizens of Inishmore finally caught the English Godfather? Or were things about to get very heated?

The survivors were gathering at MacDougal's bar for one final round of drinks. On the radio, a song was heard; "Walking in a winter wonderland". Heilyn noticed a card on the floor of the bar, and he picked it up and read it. It said "One Blind Mouse". Not fully understanding what this meant, he dropped it on the ground. It didn't seem very lucky. he returned to his drink. Someone else walked into the bar, and sat next to Heilyn. He said to Heilyn: "What are you having?" and Heilyn replied "Whiskey, of course!". And the stranger said "Sounds good, I think I'll have some of that." So the two of them sat at the bar, and enjoyed a round of fine Irish Whiskey together. The bartender offered the stranger some wine instead, but no true Irishman would ever drink wine, especially when it was poured right in front of them. The bartender just shrugged and returned to cleaning mugs. Another man entered the bar. It was the pizza delivery man.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Did someone order a pizza?" said the man.

Heilyn raised his hand. Oswald came over to the bar and set the warming pouch down. "That will be £10.30." he said. Heilyn replied, "I don't have any pounds sterling, just Euros. Hey, wait a second..."

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Oswald grabbed Heilyn's mug and smashed him in the mouth with it, knocking him off of his bar stool. The stranger sitting next to him sat frozen in shock, and Oswald opened the warming pouch and removed a Sterling submachine gun. "I've got a Sterling for you right here, mate!" He opened fire with glee, and turned the Stranger into swiss cheese. Then he shot Heilyn in the back as he was trying to escape. Then he sat at the bar, and the bartender said "What will you be having?"

Oswald, AKA Sasaki Kojiro, said, "A bloody mary, of course. Though, given how many people I've killed, you might as well call it a bloody Irishman."

Lord Winter replied, "Don't forget the bloody Welshman!"

The two laughed and laughed over their victory. Inishmore had been utterly annihilated, and the English had won a Sterling victory. In celebration, Oswald actually considered ordering a pizza pie, but remembered that he prefered Shepherd's pie, as all good Englishman do.

English Mafia Victory.

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FAKE ENDING TWO:


The gong rung. Time had completely run out. Had the citizens of Inishmore finally caught the English Godfather? Or were things about to get very spicy?


The survivors were gathering at MacDougal's bar for one final round of drinks. On the radio, a song was heard; "The Devil went down to Georgia". Heilyn noticed a card on the floor of the bar, and he picked it up and read it. It said "One Blind Mouse". Not fully understanding what this meant, he dropped it on the ground. It didn't seem very lucky. he returned to his drink. Someone else walked into the bar, and sat next to Heilyn. He said to Heilyn: "What are you having?" and Heilyn replied "Guinesss, of course!". And the stranger said "Sounds good, I think I'll have some of that." So the two of them sat at the bar, and enjoyed a round of fine Guiness together. The bartender offered the stranger some wine instead, but no true Irishman would ever drink wine, especially when it was poured right in front of them. The bartender just shrugged and returned to cleaning mugs. Another man entered the bar. It was the chinese food delivery man.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Did someone order some pork fried rice?" said the man.

Heilyn raised his hand. Oswald came over to the bar and set the warming pouch down. "That will be £10.30." he said. Heilyn replied, "I don't have any pounds sterling, just Euros. Hey, wait a second..."

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Oswald grabbed Heilyn's mug and smashed him in the mouth with it, knocking him off of his barstool. The stranger sitting next to him sat frozen in shock, and Oswald opened the warming pouch and removed a Sterling submachine gun. "I've got a Sterling for you right here, mate!" He opened fire with glee, and turned the Stranger into Peking Duck. Then he shot Heilyn in the back as he was trying to escape. Then he sat at the bar, and the bartender said "What will you be having?"

Oswald, AKA Sasaki Kojiro, said, "A bloody mary, of course. Though, given how many people I've killed, you might as well call it a bloody Irishman."

El Diablo replied, "Don't forget the bloody Welshman!"

The two laughed and laughed over their victory. Inishmore had been utterly annihilated, and the English had won a Sterling victory. In celebration, Oswald actually considered ordering some Peking Duck, but remembered that he prefered Shepherd's pie, as all good Englishman do.

English Mafia Victory.

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FAKE ENDING THREE:

The gong rung. Time had completely run out. Had the citizens of Inishmore finally caught the English Godfather? Or were things about to get very cheesy?

The survivors were gathering at MacDougal's bar for one final round of drinks. On the radio, a song was heard; strangely enough, the theme to Metal Gear Solid..... Shinseikhaan noticed a card on the floor of the bar, and he picked it up and read it. It said "One Blind Mouse". Not fully understanding what this meant, he dropped it on the ground. It didn't seem very lucky. he returned to his drink. Someone else walked into the bar, and sat next to Heilyn. He asked Heilyn "What are you having?" and Heilyn replied "Bailey's Irish Cream, of course!". And the stranger said "Sounds good, I think I'll have some of that." So the two of them sat at the bar, and enjoyed a round of fine Irish Cream together. The bartender offered the stranger some wine instead, but no true Irishman would ever drink wine, especially when it was poured right in front of them. The bartender just shrugged and returned to cleaning mugs. Another man entered the bar. It was the Japanese Food delivery man.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Did someone order some sushi?" said the man.

Heilyn raised his hand. Oswald came over to the bar and set the warming pouch down. "That will be £10.30." he said. Heilyn replied, "I don't have any pounds sterling, just Euros. Hey, wait a second..."

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Oswald grabbed Heilyn's mug and smashed him in the mouth with it, knocking him off of his barstool. The stranger sitting next to him sat frozen in shock, and Oswald opened the warming pouch and removed a Sterling submachine gun. "I've got a Sterling for you right here, mate!" He opened fire with glee, and turned the Stranger into Sukiyaki. Then he shot Heilyn in the back as he was trying to escape. Then he sat at the bar, and the bartender said "What will you be having?"

Oswald, AKA Lord Winter said, "A bloody mary, of course. Though, given how many people I've killed, you might as well call it a bloody Irishman."

Sasaki Kojiro replied, "Don't forget the bloody Welshman!"

The two laughed and laughed over their victory. Inishmore had been utterly annihilated, and the English had won a Sterling victory. In celebration, Oswald actually considered ordering some sushi, but remembered that he preferred Shepherd's pie, as all good Englishman do.

English Mafia Victory.

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Real ending

The gong rung. Time had completely run out. Had the citizens of Inishmore finally caught the English Godfather? Not a chance in hell!!!

The survivors were gathering at MacDougal's bar for one final round of drinks. On the radio, a song was heard; a marching song called the British Grenadiers..... Heilyn noticed a card on the floor of the bar, and he picked it up and read it. It said "One Blind Mouse". Not fully understanding what this meant, he dropped it on the ground. It didn't seem very lucky. he returned to his drink. Someone else walked into the bar, and sat next to Heilyn. He asked him "What are you having?" and Khaan replied "I'm actually drinking some Earl Grey, I'm not really in the mood for alcohol". And the stranger looked at him oddly, and wondered what kind of Irishman could ever pass up a chance to drink alcohol. So the two of them sat at the bar, and the stanger ordered some Bass beer. The bartender offered the stranger some wine instead, but no true Irishman would ever drink wine, especially when it was poured right in front of them. The bartender just shrugged and returned to cleaning mugs. Another man entered the bar. It was the the English food delivery man. Heilyn turned and looked at the delivery man, and started to laugh.

"Who ordered the Fish and Chips?" asked the delivery man.

No one in the bar said anything for almost a full minute. Then the stranger turned and said "There's no one here daft enough to order English food. You must have the wrong bar, ya wee git. You'd have to be pretty dodgy to order English food at an Irish bar, laddie."

Oswald turned to the man and said "This isn't an Irish bar anymore, mate..."

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Just then, Heilyn turned and dumped a pot of piping hot Earl Grey on the stranger, who jumped up off of his bar stool from the scalding pain. He took a pool stick and began beating the stranger with it, smashing the wooden pole over his head and neck repeatedly. The bartender joined in, taking several mugs and smashing the stranger over the head with it. Oswald stood back and watched the carnage, laughing the entire time. After several minutes of this brutal beating, Oswald set down his delivery pouch and pulled out his Sterling submachine gun.

The bartender, GeneralHankerchief, and the welshman, Shinseikhaan, stood back and allowed Oswald, AKA Sasaki Kojiro, to open fire. He turned the poor fellow into a bloody pulp that slightly resembled mashed potatoes covered in gravy. And then, their bloody deed finished, they all sat down together and drank Bass beer.

The three of them laughed and laughed over their victory. Inishmore had been utterly annihilated, and the English had won a Sterling victory, thanks to the Welshman who was just passing through, but had no love for Ireland. In celebration, Oswald actually considered ordering some pizza, but then he remembered that only fools eat pizza. So they decided to order some Shepherd's pie instead. But then again, they remembered what the pizzaguy did to his sheep, so they lost their appetite altogether. Still, it was a victory for the ages... God Save the Queen!

English Mafia and Welsh Victory

Which of course I didn't get to use because someone didn't tell me he still had extra roles running around murdering people, but let me waste two hours writing fake endings for him.

@ pevergreen

Well to be fair, I wasn't going to let you know how the game was actually going to end, I was going to write that myself anyway.

Well, allthough ATPG's confession leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I pretty much enjoyed this one. It had been ages since I was mafia in one of the large games.

Well played town, 'khaan and English mafia and congratulations El Diablo

Thanks for hosting, pevergreen. It was a great game

To be fair... I had fun writing those endings. Could have spent that time with the girlfriend though.

Yeah, all the time you could have spent with her, you spent on the computer anyway...so I'm hardly to blame.

Shush, now... let's not let facts interfere with my crazy lunatic delusions.

Gratz to ED! Serial killers are the best Thanks to pever for hosting too

Sorry about my lack of participation, my wireless messing up really hurts my time at the Org.

Urgh, the other serial killer won!

Blargh....

Haha, it looks like we weren't ever going to win anyway. Still, great job El Diablo, and I still think we did the right thing by lynching khaan.

Great game pever, loved the Fillet Royale meets Godfather style.

GG everybody. Many thanks to pever for hosting!

Great game, I learned alot. I hope next time I get a part with alittle less riding on it, so I don't have to worry about what and when to post. Congrates El Diablo on your victory. Thanks to everyone,I had a good time on my first game. A special thanks to pizza and Andres for their help.

Good game pevergreen

So how did khaan know I was the British Godfather then? Lucky guess?

The day seemed like the longest yet. All three sat comtemplating their fates, their actions, themselves. Lord Winter and 'khaan spoke, and towards the end of the long day, so did El Diablo.

It finally came to a close. Inishmore was either safe, or gone. 'khaan had been chosen. The final choice.

'khaan sighed. He knew he was going to die. He took off his boxing gloves, which he wore at silly times, for laughs, and placed his neck through the noose. The box from under his feet was taken out and the drop cut off his air supply, leaving him kicking in the air and dieing slowly.

*****

Later that night, Lord Winter and El Diablo sat drinking. A friendly black and white cat came walking in, rubbing himself against their legs. Without a word, El Diablo pulled out his handgun

" cat, Thats Padriac's cat!"

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You canna be serious?"

" yeah. It caused all this killing. I say we kill it."

"Yah. Lets do it!"

They both drew sight on the cat, but couldnt stop trembling.

"Aye...I can't do it."

"Neither can I."

The night continued in peace.

Town Victory.

Alive:
El Diablo
Lord Winter

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief


Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro
'khaan


Role List:

IRA:
Godfather: Diana Abonba
Grunts: Andres/ATPGuy

English:
Godfather: GH
Grunts: Ituralde/Sasaki Kojiro

Pro Town:
Donney: Seamus
Davey: FactionHeir
Mairead: Reenk Roink
Townie with Wee Thomas: taka (non counted role )

Neutral:
Padraic: AVSM
Heilyn: 'khaan

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Grunts kill once per night. Once both were dead, godfather could kill once per night. Godfather showed up as innocent until they had performed a kill.
Donney was the detective.
Davey was the gossip person, leaving clues in the writeups. Later gained the ability to either protect/investigate/roleblock one person per night.
Mairead was the doctor, but also a non kill target for Padraic. Later gained the ability to roleblock the person s/he protected if they were anti-town.
Padraic: The generic Serial Killer, didn't have to kill Mairead though.
Heilyn: Welsh Mastermind, survive one night kill. Gained the ability to kill once there was only one possible kill per night. Chose GH/Diana as Godfathers.

This all stems from GH's terrible tradition.

Heilyn: Welsh Mastermind, survive one night kill. Gained the ability to kill once there was only one possible kill per night. Chose GH/Diana as Godfathers.

Ah, interesting...what were his victory conditions?

Originally Posted by Reenk Roink

This all stems from GH's terrible tradition.

ATPG was mafia?

Ah well GG and all.

Originally Posted by Sasaki Kojiro

Ah, interesting...what were his victory conditions?

Win if he was the only person left, win if he was alive with mafia outnumbering town (if he hadn't of killed GH, or if GH hadn't targeted him, you both would have won) and he would win if it was only the two mafia factions left. He'd kill both sides off and be the only one left.

Many thanks to all involved. Had a good time with this one. My (actual) role:

Originally Posted by pevergreen

Hello 'khaan.

You have been randomly selected as the most powerful role in the game. The Welsh Mastermind.

In case you don't know, your responsibilities are as follows:
1. Win (Obviously, methods given later)
2. Pick the Godfather for the British and the IRA mafia families.
3. Pick a Welsh sounding name for yourself.

As you will know the identity of the godfathers, you will not be allowed to allude, reveal or hint in any way that they are who they are.

You will win if the mafia win (outnumber town) or if you are the last one standing.

You will also be granted the ability to kill once per night, at a certain stage in the game. This stage is unknown to you.

This will be hard, the mafia will not know who you are and so you must keep a low profile to survive. Enjoy your time at the top 'khaan, I await your PM choices of Godfathers and your name.

Good luck.

pevergreen

More to come later, may be in a couple days. RL is not being kind this week.