The Black Country [Concluded]

[Death is yonder]

I regret not killing 1 more

I've realized that it was just insufficient enough.

Actually, all factions can win.

Oh well, twas a fun game.

Congratulations to whoever the winner is

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hmm lets examine who DiY voted for all game and who he cooperated with.

[Beskar]

Is the factory still standing?

[Death is yonder]

Well... I didn't pack that many explosives, unfortunately.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hmm. Analysis of DIY activity:

Called Tratorix suspicious- post 47
Said Tratorix was WIFOM post 62
Interaction with beefy post 130
Voted for John
On around the same time as Beefy post 164
Voted Taka 164 Said Tratorix "better be the detective"
On same time as Tratorix.
On same time as Tratorix
Sorry for not believeing Tratorix 176
On same time as Tratorix
DIY seemed to disagree with Beefy post 287
Beefy voted DIY



Seems at odds with Beefy and obsessed with Tratorix since the very beginning of the game, online same time as Tratorix very often.

Guilty Tratorix.

[Askthepizzaguy]

You seriously don't have any nightkill ability or anything, Beefster? How about protection? Something?



Why isn't the final writeup posted? This is just for suspense, isn't it?

[Death is yonder]

Because there is still a night phase and equal chance for everyone to win, depending on people's decisions tonight.

[Askthepizzaguy]

It still makes no sense. I take it you fellows already attempted to kill me and that's why there were no kills that one night? Then you already know I'm nightkill immune.

So, the decision is really simple. You kill the other person, and you win because I can't outvote you. This feels like a formality rather than a real round.

[A Very Super Market]

Sorry guys, but the game will end tomorrow. This time, I'm going to make the deadline, as tonight will decide the game.

[Death is yonder]

So round ends at 1.48 am GMT? Assuming you are taking it from the moment you posted the previous lynch write up?

[Beefy187]

You seriously don't have any nightkill ability or anything, Beefster? How about protection? Something?



Why isn't the final writeup posted? This is just for suspense, isn't it?

Unfortunately not.. Plain old drunken Irish.

Oh heres a ability. Get drunk and party. I'll die having fun

[Askthepizzaguy]

It's a bit late for the writeup now.
I believe, I believe, I believe you're falling behind.
It's a bit late for the writeup now.
I believe, I believe, I believe you're falling behind.

I found myself checking here at least ten times a day
It's not unusual for me to care about these games
I tell you ...
I can't sleep at night
Wanting to see the light
I've tried so hard to convince myself
That my character will be right, and I'm tellin' you

It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I'm gonna be dead.
It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I'm gonna be dead.
It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I'm gonna be dead.
It's too late, Beefy....

Whoa-oh
I wouldn't mind it if I knew the mafia died too
But I hate to think that I'm in dying alone and there's nothing that I can do
Whoa

It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I'm losing this game.
It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I'm gonna be in pain.
It's too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe write-up is getting late.
It's too late

[Death is yonder]

*whistles innocently*











I do relish beef steaks...

[Askthepizzaguy]

wait, what am I worried about? I survive no matter what happens.

I'm just interested if either town or mafia shares the win with me.

[A Very Super Market]

Ah jeez, I missed it again. Rather than write one up now, I'm going to wait until at least one of the three survivors is online, alright?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Three survivors? I'm online.

[A Very Super Market]

Bleh, fake offline throws me off. Alright, I'll post it up.

[A Very Super Market]

Tratorix wandered the streets nervously. The slightest sound would send him to the ground, utterly defeated by the situation around him. The snap of a twig, splash of a puddle, stab of a knife-

....

He quickly checked his body for any puncture wounds he might had missed. None. He continued on his way, camera gripped tightly in his hands.

As he slowly stepped over the potholes, he began to ponder the morbid predicament he was in. How did this happen? What was the motive? He did not know. In fact, he saw no real reason to embark on a killing spree like this. Apart from a total psychopath, who would do such a thing? And if it was a psychopath, why try and demolish the factory? Pausing for a moment, he briefly considered the possibility of multiple suspects, before shaking some sense into himself and continuing on his trek.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ____________

Meanwhile, in AtPGs caveside abode, Iskander's rotting body was slowly decomposing in the moist surroundings. The fact that it had been dragged out from the stream did not slow the process. The flies began to congregate in the eye socket, nestled in the warm, loose bedding that once formed his eye ball. AtPG himself was not there. He wasn't hungry anymore anyways. He was in town.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________

Beefy187 was also in town, for a similar, but less perverted reason. And also because he lived there. His cigarette was nearly burnt out, and his supply had run out. Grimacing, he decided not to risk a tobacco-free minute, and set off early to get some more.

To get to the shop (Which was closed, but there was no one around to care if it was broken in), he would need to pass by the carnage that littered the the town square. The podium had been blown to bits, the factory, while still standing, was in an unquestionably poor state, and the cobblestones had nearly all been drenched with bodily fluids. Blood being the most recent edition, mixing laughably badly with the urine and the remnants left of Captain Blackadder's cholera.

Seeing the destruction wreaked, he bristled his moustache, smirked at the waste of effort, and continued on his way to the shop, but not before picking up a loose brick.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________

The plinking of cement off the ground shot Tratorix's nerves. He dropped to the ground and started writhing. He was dead. He knew it. Best not to prolong it. He began to smash his head on the ground, but was stopped by a hand, wrenching his neck backwards, and bringing a knife to his throat. The killer smashed, chopped, and slashed him until his head was scarcely reminiscent of a person's, and a bit more like a deskinned tomato. A gleeful smile appeared on the killer's face, and he happily hopped off with the body.

But before he could make it back to his den, Beefy rushed up behind him, new cigarettes in hand, and tossed the brick, hitting AtPG square in the jaw. He dropped the body, and lay on the ground beside it.

"Go away! I'm just a hungry man, and this is my private hunting ground! I'll have you executed! Guards, fetch the goose! I'll see to it that you'll be locked up in prison, along with that dastardly elephant who keeps intruding on my yoga sessions, and maybe his cantaloupe buddy too!"

Beefy simply brought up another cigarette, and puffed it like a cigar. A bit of ash got into his moustache, and he shook it off uncomfortably. AtPG waited anxiously on the ground, bleeding from the mouth.

"Of course, ze only one left iz ze village idiot" He smirked.

"Village? Why, this is the grandest hamlet in all of Zimbabwe! How dare you speak of it like that!"

"Shut eet. Evidentally, you don't run zees place. You don't even live 'ere. Tell me, why 'ave you run down from zee 'ills?"

"I don't know what you're saying! Speak some Norwegian, dagnabbit, or I'll give you a beating!"

"Unlikely. 'Owever, I 'ave no real problem with you..... juzt.... go back to your 'ovel, and don't come down 'ere again. Zee new French enterprise 'ere in zee Midland will do well to not play host to mountain imbeziles. Go play in Birming'am. I 'ear zey almost 'ave a football team of you.... people"

"Oh, I'll go there alright! I'll go get the imperial guards, and then we'll see how much you Frogs like their flying machines and diamond cataphracts!"

And with that, AtPG ran off into the hills. Beefy simply sighed, and turned away as the explosions rocked the very foundations of the town, as AtPG, his cave, his meal, and his delusions were swept away in a monstrous landslide, permanently burying the last English countryman of the town.

But of course, the town was full of people again in the next month. And while they worked their bodies to the ground by day, and disintegrated their livers by night, Beefy was busy counting his money, snickering, smoking, and twirling his moustache.

Mafia Victory



Absolute Winner
Beefy 187

Yeah, I Guess They're Winners
taka
Death is Yonder

[Askthepizzaguy]

congratulations Beefy.

[atheotes]

Congratulations Beefy... sorry town for letting you down. Epic failure on my part

Hopefully, you won't be lynch-bait, eh? Huuuuuuugs

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Welcome to my first mafia game at the .org! Before reading the rest of this PM, please note that
-Your role PM is in the second spoiler. Don't quote this stuff.
-I will not tell any sort of lie in this PM, although information may be withheld.
-I will announce roles in my write-ups, whether it be lynch or night kill. I will not announce WOGs, instead I will simply give someone else the role, if the WOG'd had one.
-I implore you to save any PMs I give you on your computer on Wordpad or something. I can't manage on my inbox for the summary.
-Oh, and take my various stereotypes in stride. It's all in good heart, and I would do the same to Canada, if people were interested in it.
-Have fun, and play nice! Not that you need to be told.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

You are THE CORRUPT MAYORIAL AIDE. You are an unbelievably unethical man, and will constantly overtax the workers, intimidate the newspapers, skim off the mayor's income, and take the change right out of a bum's hat. You get information by snooping around the mayor's census files, mayor's letters, and mayor's "companions". You believe the man is an unbelievable idiot, because he hasn't checked the new immigrants backgrounds in the slightest. But he is still innocent.

Gameplay wise, you are a COP. You have an extensive network of files that individuals, greatly more competent than the MAYOR, have filed, so you can check any of the residents of the town for suspicious activities. However, there are so many files, that it takes an immense time to find any one person's, and it slows you down quite a bit.

During the day phase, you may argue with other players, vote in lynches, and role-play. During the night, you can investigate ONE player to see their alignment. However, you cannot tell the GODFATHER from a regular TOWNIE. Devious fellow, he is. You can also investigate the same person TWICE, and come up with a full role PM. If you have any questions, please PM me, but try and make it during the day phase, or I might end up missing the night actions

However, you also have another mission on your agenda. You truly believe in this town, and you also believe the mayor will be the ruin of it, for good reason. For one, he steps out of his villa so little that you don't even know what he looks like! He is an absolute idiot, and the town will die with him in power. That is why, you, want to kill him. Of course, you can't kill him outright, but the citizens are pretty stupid, so you could probably convince them.

Objective(s)
-All Anti-town roles are dead.
-Outlast the MAYOR
-Survive

Please have mercy on my hosting, and remember to have fun!
-Regards
AVSM

[Diana Abnoba]

Congrats mafia, esp. Beefy. Well played. Congrats ATPG for making it to the end with THAT character. I knew we should have killed you early on. Enjoy your cave now. Beefy enjoy the town and your money.

Thanks AVSM this was a good game, congrats to you on your 1st (and I hope not last) game as host.
Thanks to all good game.

[atheotes]

It was a very good game AVSM... thanks.

[Askthepizzaguy]

You know, I could have just abstained from killing and I would have been nightkill immune that round. But I decided I wanted to be greedy and go for it by myself. I went for Tratorix because I didn't believe the game had two investigators; I thought he was the mafia leader just pulling my leg. Besides, Beefy was pretty adamant he was innocent, and I feel bad about accusing him wrongly a few times.

Got 'im this time though. Shouldn't have let him talk me out of it.

[A Very Super Market]

I think I need to explain something.

Both Beefy and AtPG tried to kill Tratorix. It didn't really matter who did it, so I had AtPG kill him. Since there were two people left, and both could kill, it was a weird situation. But it wasn't a tie, because AtPG didn't finish his victory conditions (Or rather, he didn't have enough time)

I'll try to find the PM I sent him.

[Beskar]

I got two.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Welcome to my first mafia game at the .org! Before reading the rest of this PM, please note that
-Your role PM is in the second spoiler. Don't quote this stuff.
-I will not tell any sort of lie in this PM, although information may be withheld.
-I will announce roles in my write-ups, whether it be lynch or night kill. I will not announce WOGs, instead I will simply give someone else the role, if the WOG'd had one.
-I implore you to save any PMs I give you on your computer on Wordpad or something. I can't manage on my inbox for the summary.
-Oh, and take my various stereotypes in stride. It's all in good heart, and I would do the same to Canada, if people were interested in it.
-Have fun, and play nice! Not that you need to be told.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

You are TOMMY. You and your mate TODDY (Iskander 3.1) grew up together. You are the best of friends. Sort of. You're both impulsive arses as well, and have rather bad tempers.
Gameplay wise, you are a TOWNIE. You came to this town to eke out a living, and drink until you die of Cirrhosis, or alternatively, of Typhoid. Or hell, any other disease, it's all the same thing

During the day phase, you may argue with other players, vote in lynches, and role-play. During the night, you may repair the factory if you wish. If you have any questions, please PM me, but try and make it during the day phase, or I might end up missing the night actions.

Any vote by you will count as a vote by TODDY, and vice versa, seeing how you're both usually drunk beyond belief. The more coherent of the two is expected to speak for both, you know. If you'd prefer not to do this, simply change your vote to something else, and something random will happen. Totally random. Not chosen. You won't notice.

As a worker, you may attempt to repair the factory during the night phase. You could possibly perform a miracle, or actually make it worse. The larger the number of people attempting to fix it, the higher chance there will be of actual progress made.

Objective(s)
-All Anti-town roles are dead.

Please have mercy on my hosting, and remember to have fun!
-Regards
AVSM

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Remember me? Yeah, you do! Do you know? Well? Harumph.
-Crazy guy you met in the street. Later bit your ear.

These factories, take people's livelyhoods, force them into slums, and you get no profit off of it. A sixpence here, another there, and that's all you get. London, once the most beautiful cities of all, transformed into a sickly, grey, hell. It's long been given up, trying to curb expansion there. But in the country, it's a different story. The innocence of the grassy hills, all about to be destroyed by the machinery, belching smoke, bringing the disgusting swarms. It won' happen. Not while you're alive.

Factories, although physically imposing, are finicky. All the hard labour that must be done to maintain it provides an example of the sheer fragility of it all. A wooden block here, a shoe there, and the whole thing shuts down for a while. However, that won't destroy it, no sir. For that, you will need the really hard stuff. Gunpowder, and the likes. But first, you must scrounge it up.

To simply hinder the factory's production, you simply need to send a night order to me. This does 1 point of damage. If you are willing to spend the time (1 night of no action), you are able to set off an explosion (Which may or may not work), doing 5 points of damage to the structure, and possibly killing anyone making repairs.

Be warned though, a failed explosion (Or even a succesful one that doesn't kill a repairman) will alert the town to your identity.

Objective
-The factory is destroyed.

Please have mercy on my hosting, and remember to have fun!
-Regards
AVSM

[Askthepizzaguy]

In case anyone was wondering, I was a neutral role up until I think it was the last two rounds. I could either kill or maintain my night protection. I wisely chose to maintain my night protection the first time; simply made the wrong choice second time.

I was hoping to defeat the mafia myself and share the win with the town, in case anyone cares. I failed you.

[atheotes]

hah... i was just playing up tratorix as lynch target hoping that the mafia would leave him alive as lynch bait and let him do his investigations... after DIY blew up things i thought the game was over... only if i had know you had a kill ability

if i hadnt been busy and away i wouldnt have been lynched for lurking... lesson learned for me. "post something even without reading to look active"

[Beefy187]

Phew, that was close

Mafia quick topic
http://www.quicktopic.com/43/H/8sGMJFcptz9

I planted couple traps. Some worked and some epically back fired.
Claiming pevergreens innocence was to make him look like a God Father. But my credibility increased when I turned out innocent on the investigation. So I was worried if the town was going to lynch someone else. Overall it worked.

Voting for DIrtY (Sorry. The host made me...) has also worked out in the final round..

I would like to thank taka and DIrtY for getting me this far. Cheers
Especially DIrtY for effectively taking out atheotes. Good call. You can now on graduate being a lowly member. I shall honour you with the highest rank possible.

Finally, thank you AVSM for hosting this. It was great fun

[pevergreen]

I was suspicious of you Beefy, but my role prevented me from acting normally.

Plus I just love having that role.

edit:

i think we should leave pevergreen alone - he always gets killed in the first rounds. if he survives to near the mid-end game, we can accuse him as being suspicious. i was hoping sasaki was playing so we could do the same but hes not :(

"pevergreens alive! LYNCH HIM HES MAFIA!"

Thankfully theres no tell tale sign of me being mafia. I can live or not.

If I ever happen to delete my role pm, don't lynch me, I'm critical to the town.

*Bad memories of Midgard*

[taka]

Thanks for hosting AVSM

also want to thank beefy for picking me and DiY for being a great team member.

my plan to get tratorix kinda failed i guess i thought that since DiY had a "lower henchman" role, i would use it to try get trat lynched sicne he claimed to have a detective role.

i just wished i had internet at my place so i could have given more to it!