That Cold Winter [Concluded]

[Andres]

Sorry to see you go, YLC. I hope all is well

Sign me up if there's one more spot!

With YLC dropping out, you can have the last spot

Will open the game later on this evening (within +/- 4 hours or so). Game will start with a night phase.

[Andres]

...

After his work-out with Dr. Dresden, Willy returned home. He looked around him and sighed. That crazy doctor. What could ever happen in this quiet town, during a blizzard?

He laughed softly and went to sleep.

***

Alive (15)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Yaropolk
Centurion1
Beskar
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Tratorix
AVSM
Reenk Roink
Ichigo
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder
Shinseikhaan
spl1personality

Killed (0)

Lynched (0)

***

It's now night. PM's please. Night will last for +/- 24 hours.

Note : the townie role pm is publicly available:

Hi,

You're a townie. During the day, you vote for the person you think is guilty.

Good luck.

A.

[Andres]

Night 1 - Conclusion

Reenk Roink couldn’t sleep. He switched on the light and grabbed a book. Suddenly, the light went out. He reached for the switch and the light was on again.

He shrugged and wanted to resume reading when the light went out again. Again, he reached for the switch and the light was on again. He looked confused. Would there be something wrong with… The light was out again.

Reenk Roink stood up and switched on the light again. He could hear somebody laughing and the lights were out again.

“This is not funny!” Reenk said, with a firm voice.

“You want to see what’s going to happen?” a voice whispered.

“Switch on the damn lights!” Reenk said, getting angry.

“Well, we were willing to show you some mercy, but if you want the lights on, then so be it,” a cold, sinister voice whispered in his ear.

Reenk felt a gun against his back.

“What…?”

Somebody grabbed his wrists and handcuffed him. A chain was attached at the handcuffs and Reenk was lifted up.

The lights were switched on again and Reenk stared at himself in the mirror. Two masked men came near, one was carrying a whip, another one a sharp metallic object. The man carrying the whip ripped Reenks’ clothes apart.

"Let's have some fun," the men carrying the sharp object said and he cut off Reenk's right ear. At the same time, the other men started to whip Reenk at his back and other places...

Reenks’ screaming went on for hours and after the two psychopaths were finished, his body was transformed into a bloody pulp.

***

Shinseikhaan was watching television. It was already 3.00 am.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed, Mister?” a voice whispered.

“Huh? Who’s there?” ‘khaan yelled, in the meanwhile reaching for his mobile phone.

A sharp object came down and cut off ‘khaan’s right hand.

“No calling the police, Mister,” another voice said.

‘khaan looked at his hand and started to scream. “Oh no, what are you going to do with me? I’ve done nothing wrong! I’m just an innocent civilian. Oh please, no! Mother! Father! Help!”

The two men started to laugh. “The sound of an angel!” one said. “Oh, I love it, please continue yelling. It brings us pleasure.”

‘khaan fell silent and started to cry softly.

Another strike of the sharp object seperated ‘khaan’s left foot from his leg and the screaming started again. Each time the screaming stopped, the man chopped off another part from ‘khaan’s body, while the other one sprinkled salt on the wounds. After more than an hour, ‘khaan was sitting in a pool of his own blood, surrounded by his own body parts.

Weakened by the blood loss, he couldn’t scream. He was exhausted.

“You’re no more fun, Mister,” one of the men said, shaking his head.

The other one grabbed the sharp object and decapacitated ‘khaan. He took the head and threw it through the window.

***

The people of Stiffletown gathered. They were very upset after they had learend about the two gruesome murders that had happened that night.

Willy looked at them.

“I heard rumours about two psychopaths having infiltrated the village. I have conducted several investigations in all secrecy, but I didn’t find conclusive evidence as of yet. Since the killers can’t wait until my investigations are concluded, I want you to help me with the investigations. You will discuss and at the end of the day decide on which person looks guilty. That person will then be lynched.”

***

Alive (13)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Yaropolk
Centurion1
Beskar
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Tratorix
AVSM
Ichigo
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder
spl1personality

Killed (2)
Reenk Roink
Shinseikhaan

Lynched (0)


It's now day. You can start voting. Day will last for +/- 48 hours.

[Yaropolk]

Andres usually allows killers to make their own writeups, if this is the case then I find these very similar to the bloody writeups of Captain Blackadder. What do you have to say for yourself CB?

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Description originally posted by Captain Blackadder as Fillet Royale 2 mafioso:

A member of the beef mafia placed YLC in his prison to die. It will not take long. In the dark he will explore his cell. Curiosity will overcome him eventually. The pit, a gaping hole in the center of the cell, will become his grave. It is a cruel way to die, but not as bad as what we have prepared for him if he survives.

He crawls along the edge of the cell, against the wall. He is curious. What kind of prison is his in? He does not know what awaits in the center of his cell. The pit. Ready to engulf him.

They are coming, the enemy. Our forces have not been able to stop them. The general says that they are headed in our direction. The man hopes that our mafia will be able to defeat the infidels, the vegetarians that they will not be able to reach our city.

The man watches as YLC awakes. He begins to explore again, but he falls. His head hangs over the edge of the pit, and he realizes what death we had prepared for him. He was lucky to escape the trap we set for him, but we will not be deterred. As he sleeps, the man comes into the cell. The man sets up a wooden frame and lays YLC on it. The man deftly ties sturdy knots with a single rope. He is tied securely and will not be able to escape, but his left arm is left free so he can eat, and his chest is left bare. Nothing will get in the path to his heart.

Hours pass. The enemy still approaches. IThe man hears news of defeats everywhere. How much longer will we be able to hold up? They still approach. They will be here soon. The city is preparing. The men collect weapons and gather at night to hold whispered councils. The man, as a guard, also have a duty. When they arrive, the beef mafia will fight too.

The pendulum is swinging, swinging. The man can always hear the creaking as metal rubs against wood. Slowly, slowly it descends toward him. A fraction of a millimeter every minute. Now the man can detect fear in YLC eyes. He knows his fate. He sees the blade swinging, death descending upon him slowly, slowly... The man chuckle. Now does he wish that he had fallen into the hole? It seems welcome now compared to what he now faces.

The city is preparing for the impending attack of veggies, but the man watch over the prisoner still. Both of them are waiting: YLC with growing dread and The man with growing impatience. How much longer will this take? But the man knows that in the end, the waiting will be rewarded. The man will see the pain in his face as the blade digs into his flesh, slowly descending toward his heart. At last the infidel will receive his doom.

Now is the time. The pendulum swings just centimeters above his chest. He is beginning to get desperate. He exhales every time the blade swings over him, trying to avoid the fatal blade. Now the blade touches his shirt, shredding it. The mans rubs his hands together and watch as he frantically struggles with his bonds.


He grabs the remnants of the meat the man had provided him with and starts rubbing it on the ropes holding him down. The man think he is going crazy. But then the rats swarm over him. The man can tell that they are gnawing on the meat-saturated ropes. The man curses silently. Why did I have to leave meat? The rats begin to gnaw and with that YLC look at the man straight in the eyes and smiles for he has won the beef mafia will get no pleasure from this. YLC has won and with that final victory he dies.

[Reenk Roink]

Oh man... Thanks for the welcome back Mafia. You will lose!

edit: Thinking about it, based on the kill choices I think White eyes is a Mafia. Please vote for him.

[Centurion1]

I dont see the literary similarities, between CB and yaropolks proof. I think its a trap.

I Vote Yaropolk

[Beskar]

The short static phases don't seem to link up with the paragraphs in the quote, Yaropolk. I am not convinced from your argument, maybe you need to explain it more, however I don't think it is Centurion's case that Yaropolk is the mafia, I believe Yaropolk was attempting to assist the town, however, he didn't explain it enough to be convincing.

[White_eyes:D]

Oh man... Thanks for the welcome back Mafia. You will lose!

edit: Thinking about it, based on the kill choices I think White eyes is a Mafia. Please vote for him.

I can't disagree.....if I were you would have been the first to die(I was planing to welcome you back with a lynch:wink)..... but anyway....Vote:Yaropolk He won the cavemen Mafia by scapegoating everyone....DON'T let it happen again....

[Andres]

Day 1 - Conclusion


When the villagers started to gather, voices could be heard whispering in the wind. "Vote White_Eyes:D", they seemed to say.

Some of the villagers started to yell that they should do what the voices said and fingers were pointed at White_Eyes:D, who started to yell against the wind.

All of the sudden, another villager, Beskar, stepped forward and started to scream.

"You are all stupid! All of you. I have experience with this kind of things! I've watched several television shows where they did the exact same thing. I'm telling you, it's not him, it's him!"

"Which him?"

"Him!"

"Ehm, sorry, but that seems rather ambiguous," a man named Tratorix said.

"It's not ambiguous! It's crystal clear! It's him. I know it. Trust me!"

"Ehm, it's not entirely clear to me," Tratorix said.

"Are you stupid? It's him!"

"Ah, him!"

"No, not him! Him! If you're going to lynch him, then you will make a mistake and you'll have to apologise for not listening to me. If I say it's him, then you need to lynch him, not him!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"You're stupid!"

"It's him!"

"You're stupid!"

"Well, then it's him!"

"No! Idiots, not him, him!"

This went on for hours and hours.

At the end of the day, Willy stepped forward.

"Ehm, let's stop this, shall we? I'll just count the votes and I'll execute the condemned."

Votes were counted and Willy looked at Ichigo, who hadn't said much during the day. Maybe it was because of the earwarmers he was wearing, making it difficult for him to understand what was being said?

"You there, with the earwarmers, stand up."

Ichigo didn't move. He probably hadn't even noticed that he had received so much votes.

Beskar could be heard muttering. "Him? Why him? Why not him? Wasn't it him?"

Two other villagers walked up to Ichigo and gently tapped him on his shoulder.

The man looked up. When he saw everybody looking at him, he looked surprised.

"What?"

The villagers brought him to Willy. He nodded towards the condemned, pulled his gun and pointed it at Ichigo.

Ichigo stared in disbelief. "You got to be kidding m..."

BANG!

A bullet between the eyes ended Ichigo's live.

Willy looked at the body. "Let's hope this was our psychopath", he said.

The body was quickly coverd with snow, since the soil was too frozen to dig a proper grave. The villagers left the scene and went home, to sleep. One voice could be heard yelling: "you're all stupid!"

***

Tally:

Ichigo 4 (White_Eyes:D, Yaropolk, Beskar, Cultured Drizzt fan)

Beskar: 2 (Tratorix, Centurion)
atheotes: 1 (Captain Blackadder)
Yaropolk: 1 (Ichigo)
White_Eyes:D: 1 (Diana Abnoba)
Tratorix: 1 (Khazaar)
AVSM: 1 (AVSM)

abstain: atheotes
not voting: spl1tp3rsonality

***

Alive (12)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Yaropolk
Centurion1
Beskar
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Tratorix
AVSM
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder
spl1personality

Killed (2)
Reenk Roink
Shinseikhaan

Lynched (1)
Ichigo

It's now night. PM's please. Night will last for +/- 24 hours.


Note: don't forget that this is just a game. I appreciate the passion, but please, be careful with tossing around words like "stupid". I know it's mostly "in character" and "in the heat of the moment", but please, try to keep it nice and friendly.

[Beskar]

I love how my character is a schizophrenic. Also, I want to see who was killed (and hopefully it wasn't me).

[atheotes]

Vote: Abstain

[Andres]

Voting concluded. Stand by for execution.

[Andres]

Night 2 - Conclusion


A Very Super Market was walking back home, shaking his head. He didn't notice the two men behind him. The grabbed his wrists and put handcuffs on.

"We'll drive you home," one of the said.

"Please, release me!" AVSM said. He started to scream, but nobody could hear it, because of the snow storm.

The men attached a chain on the handcuffs, and the other end of the chain on a nearby car.

They stepped in the car and started the engine. The ride took for hours. It was already dark when the two men parked the car near the police station. They walked away, not even looking at the bloody pulp that was left off AVSM.

***

Yaropolk was watching television. It was already 4.00 am, but he didn't want to sleep. Nobody would surprise him! His shotgun next to him would take care of any intruder.

Suddenly, the light and the television went out.

Yaropolk stayed calm. This wasn't unusual during a snow storm. He stood up and walked towards the spot where he had put a candle and some matches.

Four strong hands grabbed him and handcuffed him. Yaropolk tried to resist but the two men were too strong for him. 20 minutes later, he was hanging on the ceiling and the lights were switched on. He saw a man with a sharp metalic object and another one with two electric cables.

"Let's play with the electricity, shall we?" one of them said.

"And please, keep screaming. For each time, you stop screaming, I'll cut off one of your body parts. I'll start with your most precious..."

The torture went on for hours and Yaropolk was decapacitated when it was over.

***

Day 2

Willy watched the gathered villagers.

"It seems like it's not over yet. You all know what to do. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

***

Alive (10)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Centurion1
Beskar
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Tratorix
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder
spl1personality

Killed (4)
Reenk Roink
Shinseikhaan
AVSM
Yaropolk

Lynched (1)
Ichigo

It's now day. You can start voting. Day will last for +/- 48 hours.

[Beskar]

I am surprised they killed Yaropolk, I would have thought me saying I thought he was innocent, would have actually made him stay alive, as no one would believe me.

[Yaropolk]

I guess Ichigo was innocent.

[A Very Super Market]

Lynch Beskar, for he is crazy.

I actually was a townie. I was referring to the fact that out of around 10 mafia games, I've only been a townie in 2 or 3.

[Andres]

Day 2 - Conclusion

It was a silent day. Very silent. Allthough all villagers were present at the meeting, most of them didn't bother to say much. After all, it were just their lives that were at stake.

We all have to die, don't we? Why would those villagers bother with finding the murderers? Dead now or dead within 40 years, did it really matter? The universe has always been there and it will always be there. Human life is futile and unimportant. It's too short anyway. Maybe some villagers would welcome dead, to have it over with already?

It was with this mindset that they gathered. Apathy was omni-present.

At the end of the day, the villager named spl1tp3rson4lity was deemed the most suspicious, with 3 votes.

The villager walked forwards, head down, as if it didn't matter at all.

Willy stared at the villager. "You have any last words?"

split shrugged and kept silent.

Willy shrugged as well and executed the villager with a bullet between the eyes.

The villagers shrugged and walked back to their houses, as if nothing really happened that day.

***

Tally:

splitpersonality : 3 (Cultured Drizzt, Khazaar, Diana Abnoba)

Diana Abnoba : 2 (Tratorix, White_Eyes:D)

Beskar: 1 (Centurion1)
Centurion1 : 1 (Beskar)

abstain: 2 (atheotes, splitpersonality)

Not voting: 1 (Captain Blackadder)

***

Alive (9)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Centurion1
Beskar
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Tratorix
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder

Killed (4)
Reenk Roink
Shinseikhaan
AVSM
Yaropolk

Lynched (2)
Ichigo
spl1personality

It's now night. PM's please. Night will last for +/- 24 hours.

[Splitpersonality]

Waste of a lynch, it was cool how you guys discussed it after just bandwaggoning me, but whatever.


Asking me to show up and then not even talking when I do show up....

[Andres]

Night 3 - Conclusion

Beskar was reading a book. Surely, nobody would attack him. He looked at the pistol next to him. It was loaded. He nodded.

Suddenly, the lights went out, but not for long. No, Beskar wasn't stupid. The emergency system started to work immediately and the lights went back on within exactly 1 second.

The two men walking up to him looked surprised.

Beskar grabbed his gun and pointed at the two men.

"It was a stupid idea to chose me as a target, wasn't it?"

"So it seems, one man said," while he came near.

Beskar fired his gun. The bullet struck right in front of the man's feet.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Well, yes," the man said.

Beskar looked him straight in the eyes while he was standing up.

"Nobody calls me stupi..."

The knife in his throat ended the sentence.

"It's unbelievable you forgot about me while you were having your little conversation with my friend over there. It's kinda... stupid."

Beskar fell on the ground. While he was bleeding to dead, the two men left the scene unnoticed.

***

Tratorix was enjoying a pepperoni pizza and a nice bottle of chianti.

"Delicious!" he said.

Suddenly, two strong hands grabbed him and pulled him off his chair. While he was being handcuffed, he saw another person coming near. The person sat down and took a sip from the glass.

"Delicious indeed."

Before Tratorix could say something, the man behind him cut off his right ear.

"Hmmm... for each body part my friend cuts off, I'll eat a slice of pizza."

Tratorix screams continued as the man was enjoying his pizza.

After 45 minutes, the man stared at his plate.

"Only one slice left. A pity. That pizza was really delicious."

Tratorix head was being cut off while the psychopath finished his meal.

***

Day 3

The villagers came back to the police station.

They looked at Willy and started the proceedings. Again...

***

Alive (7)
Cultured Drizzt fan
atheotes
Centurion1
Khazaar
White_Eyes:D
Diana Abnoba
Captain Blackadder

Killed (6)
Reenk Roink
Shinseikhaan
AVSM
Yaropolk
Beskar
Tratorix

Lynched (2)
Ichigo
spl1personality

It's now day. You can start voting. Day will last for +/- 48 hours.