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I regret not killing 1 more 
I've realized that it was just insufficient enough.
Congratulations to whoever the winner is
I've realized that it was just insufficient enough.
Originally Posted by :
Actually, all factions can win.
Oh well, twas a fun game.Actually, all factions can win.
Congratulations to whoever the winner is
Hmm lets examine who DiY voted for all game and who he cooperated with.
Is the factory still standing?
Well... I didn't pack that many explosives, unfortunately.
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.
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.
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?
Why isn't the final writeup posted? This is just for suspense, isn't it?
Because there is still a night phase and equal chance for everyone to win, depending on people's decisions tonight.
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.
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.
Sorry guys, but the game will end tomorrow. This time, I'm going to make the deadline, as tonight will decide the game.
So round ends at 1.48 am GMT? Assuming you are taking it from the moment you posted the previous lynch write up?
Originally Posted by 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?
Unfortunately not.. Plain old drunken Irish. 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?
Oh heres a ability. Get drunk and party. I'll die having fun
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
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
*whistles innocently* 
I do relish beef steaks...
I do relish beef steaks...
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.
I'm just interested if either town or mafia shares the win with me.
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?
Three survivors? I'm online.
Bleh, fake offline throws me off. Alright, I'll post it up.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
....
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
congratulations Beefy.
Congratulations Beefy... sorry town for letting you down. Epic failure on my part 
Originally Posted by A Very Super Market:
Hopefully, you won't be lynch-bait, eh? Huuuuuuugs
Hopefully, you won't be lynch-bait, eh? Huuuuuuugs
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
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.
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.
It was a very good game AVSM... thanks.
thanks.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.
Got 'im this time though. Shouldn't have let him talk me out of it.
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.
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.
I got two.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
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.
I was hoping to defeat the mafia myself and share the win with the town, in case anyone cares. I failed you.
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"
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"
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
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
I was suspicious of you Beefy, but my role prevented me from acting normally.
Plus I just love having that role.
edit:
"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*
Plus I just love having that role.
edit:
Originally Posted by :
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 :(
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*
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!
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!
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