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It is the one hundred and seventeenth day I have spent at this camp. The semi-barren earth feels rigid beneath my feet. The skies are darkening early with clouds. I hope the heavens spare us, so that I might regain some sleep tonight, and that perhaps the soldiers and herdsmen will admit to an early night. I admit, I look upon these hardy people with a mixture of admiration, tinged with pity. I am feeling the effects of this never-ceasing lifestyle, where each person seems compelled by the spirits themselves to continue herding, riding, moving. One might think these savage barbarians, knowing nothing of the written character, of literature, of poetry, of plowing, of farming, of growing, would have much of their days to relax, and enjoy the fruit of their plunders. Yet they seem to find ways of occupying their time unlike any back home. Theirs is a life of never ceasing rigours, it seems. Perhaps this is the source of their recent resurgence?

Ah, well. I am going off track. My task continues to elude me. The man Jenghiz departed with a cadre of soldiers once more, undoubtedly off to meet another tribe for war. I was not allowed to follow, being told my safety could not be guaranteed outside this camp. Having seen corpses in the remains of ashen camps, the children and women folk weeping, I can feel safe in believing such a statement. It seems that negotiations will have to await another time. It is with a hint of frustration that I had anticipated setting my brush down one last time for this night. Alas! It seems there is a commotion outside the tent. I hurried outside to see what was the cause. The people of the camp had arrived before me, and formed a circle. I slithered in between many a person before finally arriving to the inner of the circle. On the grassy earth lay three bodies, all of them guardsmen. One man stepped into the inner of the circle, and began speaking to all who had gathered. His dialect was rough, but I gathered this much from his quick speech- intruders were upon the camp. The men to my left and right grimaced, and I felt a twinge of pride that I at least knew why. These savages, not being tied to the ground upon which they rode, came and went across the plains as freely as the wind. Many in the camp left, and many joined, over these days I had been here. They were of numerous different tribes, any of which might seek to destabilize a powerful conqueror. My thoughts began to race for my own well being; Jenghiz had guaranteed my safety, but other savages were not nearly so noble. My feelings of isolation increased greatly; I had always known I was a stranger in a foreign land, yet never before had it felt so constricted, so hostile. I wouldn't be able to escape if I had desired to. These savages know the land much better than I, and are far more skilled riders. I would have to hope they could solve this crisis....

My attention finally snapped back to reality as I realized the crowd was dispersing. The man who had made the address stepped towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder before speaking. He told me, I believe, that my tent would be guarded tonight, and that Jenghiz would be most angry if his vow of diplomatic protection were broken. I was relieved that the man who seemed to have been left in charge at least valued the order of his superior. I queried as to his name. I hoped that I could return his favor by informing Jenghiz of his lieutenant's fealty, should the intrusion pass. "Shinzei Khan", he told me. Then, with a stern look, he informed me it was time to return to my tent for the night.

-- The Record of Zhang Qian


Greetings all! Welcome to my latest Mafia game! I'm hoping for 40 people if I can!

Roles:

Mafia: 4(at optimum, may be adjusted depending on how many sign up)
Town: ?(yes, I'm evil like that.)

Twists? Perhaps.

Rules

Players must remain active. Inactivity, which will be defined as missing three consecutive voting rounds, or four total voting rounds, will result in the WoK(Wrath of Khaan).

NO QUOTING HOST'S PMS, NO QUOTING CHATLOGS, NO SCREENSHOTS, NO ALTERNATE ACCOUNTS, AND NO TRANSLATING HOST'S PM'S-You may quote PM's from other players. You may claim whatever you want, including role name, so long as you don't quote my PM's word for word, or very close to word for word. Also, you cannot reveal victory conditions. Period.

You may only commit suicide if you are absolutely unable to continue participation. I do not allow suicides for any other reason.

The dead may not reveal anything, quote PM's or do anything out of thread. Alive players are not allowed to contact the dead out of thread as pertaining to this game as well.

PLEASE KEEP A RUNNING TALLY OF VOTES.

And Lastly, DO NOT MESS WITH THE TALLY! If I determine ANYONE is intentionally messing with the tally, they will receive extremely harsh punishment. I tend to allow for mistakes, particularly if people aren't keeping tally, but be wary and vigilant regarding tally.


Signups: 25

Askthepizzaguy
Atheotes
A Very Super Market
Beefy
Beskar
Caius
Chaotix
Death is Yonder
DJGingivtis
FactionHeir
GeneralHankerchief
Gibsonsg91921
Ichigo
Jolt
Khazaar
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Splitpersonality
TinCow
Tratorix
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
YLC

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In!

For the khaan!

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In.

(Please make me a townie... I can't take any more special roles)

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In, although I probably won't be super-active for two weeks.

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IN....Khaan? How many games have you hosted where the Mafia/SK's lost?

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I will be meat for the grinder. in.


JULY 30th, at 12:17 PM

Askthepizzaguy edited this post to leave you guys a message before I died and cannot reveal.

I am not the detective. Beskar claimed that he had investigated me very early on in the game, and at that point I told him that he had several rounds to make some progress before I busted him for fake revealing to me. I do not know if Beskar is guilty or innocent, but he was absolutely correct in that I did not have a night action. I was absolutely nothing in this game but a townie, and tossing my life in the way of his, and my credibility, was what I had to do as a soldier. But know this: I don't fully trust him. I do not want to have been played like a fiddle. His claim could just as easily have been a fake.

After revealing Ichigo as a guilty party, his usefulness as a detective is coming to a close. He may still be able to investigate and find the remaining mafia, but I cannot allow for the possibility that he completely used me for his own purposes as a mafioso. If he is not murdered by the mafia, YOU MUST LYNCH HIM. I would give him maybe a round of benefit of the doubt, but if he isn't murdered he must be lynched "to make sure" just as you wanted to lynch me "to make sure"

He claimed to have investigated me, AVSM, Reenk Roink, Ichigo the first time, and Ichigo the second time. I believe that Sigurd may have been the "leak" during night four, according to Beskar, but that assumes that we can trust him. Be wary of Sigurd but I can't really throw Sigurd under the bus based on the hunch of a guy I don't fully trust. Now you know everything that I have been told by Beskar.

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*waves at Khaan*

In please.

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Minnesota mafia was the first game I've hosted where the town won. Matter of fact, it was actually the first one where the town lynched a mafia/serial killer. Still running a brutal 0-for in large games.

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ahh I cant believe I am going to miss this. I have to go away camping the week after next.....

ahh what the heck, put me in. Chances are someone will kill me anyway.

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Yeah...I think in "Chicago Soiree" you talked about how town has not lynched one scumbag in how many of your games?

I am thinking this could go good or bad....

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In. Time for my revenge on TinCow, methinks.

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I know this much: If I start to think of accusing TinCow about something, I'll shut my big yap.

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In.

Although wasn't this originally supposed to be a sequel to Spirit Mafia? That game was fun (particularly killing townies with supernatural powers... ), and I think it was just about the first one to feature a mind-controller role. This, I'm sure, will be just as good.

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In.

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I'm not going to sign in this one.

















In.

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It was originally going to be a sequel to Netherworld mafia, my first large game. Alas, I wasn't totally comfortable with the details, and I've had this game up my sleeve for a while now.

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Joining my steppe brothers...

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Actually, Iowa is pretty close to a steppe.

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Was going to sit out, but if you need players, I'll be more then happy to play

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What? Sit out! THen we have no one to lynch!

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For the khaan!

EDIT: Reenk, you're back!? :O

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iN.

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It would be the irony that me and Jolt were mafia partners.

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I rather be lunched.

Actually, sign me up so I can Vote pever.

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Silence! Don't ruin our well delined plan!

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In please.

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Im in

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