Vote: Crazed Rabbit
It's as good as a reason at any this late in the game. :-p
Vote: Crazed Rabbit
It's as good as a reason at any this late in the game. :-p
This is ridiculous.
If Reenk really thought I was guilty than why didn't he help out the vigilante team assigned to kill me? If he indeed thought I was mafia he had the chance to attack me and kill me. So what did he do? He attacked Sasaki, in an effort he knew would fail, and should have known may have killed him.
Reenk had the opportunity to kill me but chose to knowingly accomplish nothing instead. Heck, worse than nothing, he got himself killed. That was a higher priority for him than getting me killed. Yet he insists on keeping all discussion and voting focused on me.
Now, ATPG knows I was looking to help in protection groups long before Reenk said I was mafia. And everyone knows that investigation results from two different investigators showed I came up as not being part of a mafia family.
And what's more, this whole style of play is bad for the town. And by that I mean the way ATPG simply requests votes on a person and a bunch of people rush to vote for those people. The result is plain to see; a complete lack of discussion. Discussion and arguments are essential to ferreting out the mafia.
You guys look and tell me what you saw in the last day's discussion. Was it a lot of back and forth arguing over a variety of candidates, and the virtues of voting for each candidate? No. We saw a line up of votes for beefy with a smattering of votes for other candidates.
CR
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
Do I? You said you attacked Sasaki the day before, and that effort failed as well. Unless, of course, you become something different than a townie over the course of the game.
CR
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
Who would you suggest is suspicious, CR?
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
I served whoever when it served me to serve them and whoever I served was served very well by my service.
I refuse to answer anymore of anyone's fascist questions![]()
Last edited by Reenk Roink; 09-13-2009 at 06:37.
I'd look at those people who have hardly posted in the thread and still haven't been WoG'd.Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Looking at the posts of people still alive, I see Xehh II has not, since the 15th of August, posted even one sentence. Since then he has posted only to vote and select people, and only one word ("oops"), besides the bare minimum necessary to vote several times.
Even with yesterday's bandwagon on beefy most people threw in something about why they were voting for him. Xehh II hasn't done that at all.
There's others with low post counts as well, but the extremely short posts of Xehh II stand out.
So, in an effort to prompt him to say something more, I'm going to
vote: Xehh II
CR
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
XehhII was an 'unclear' during a detective check around early mid-game.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
With 3 dons down, I suggest we go after the dons. A double lynch could be all we need. I'm not in the best place to know who the candidates would be though. Pizza?
I propose that from now on in the gameroom those who are Wogged are to be written up as the smart ones who leave the **** town and move to a more safe place, like downtown Detroit, not as the unlucky ones who get random shotgun blasts to the face as they are enjoying a nice BLT or game of Candy land.
Last edited by a completely inoffensive name; 09-13-2009 at 07:53.
LittleGrizzly and Pannonian. And you Sasaki. These are people who are innocent whose night actions I cannot verify (such as through successful protection or vigilante kill)
These were all innocent last night. After that, there are more, but they should have guilty results by now, or otherwise be doing protections which I can actually see.
You fellas are the suspiciously innocent among us.
LittleGrizzly is the worst of the worst though. He's deliberately avoiding talking to me, and as for Pannonian, I'm all over Pannonian.
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 09-13-2009 at 08:11.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Hey guys, sorry I haven't been active, I had the flu at the start of the game, now I have tonsilitis, it sucks.
I'm not really that deep into the game so I really don't have much to say at this point.
A ha ha! Rainbows and unicorns! Rainbows and unicorns!
To be fair Xehh hasn't posted much elsewhere in the forums either, could just be some expert lurking of course, strange how he posts soon after an accusation...
Andres quit smoking a long time ago.
He smiled at the memory of his girlfriend back then, when he was still going to law school. She forced him to brush his teeth every single time he wanted to kiss her. Since she looked gorgeous, he always wanted to kiss her. And more.
He quit smoking because he simply had enough of brushing his teeth 10 times a day.
But this was a different time. The bodies were piling up in old Fatlington. Even he, a respected practicioner of the law, hadn't been able to keep his hands clean. He knew he had only been doing what he had to do, but he made enemies, these last few days. Powerful enemies.
He parked his car near the bar. Rain was pouring out of the sky. He always felt a strong urge to smoke when it rained heavily, even after all those years. But he had never touched a cigarette since that day he promised his gorgeous girlfriend that he would quit. He smiled. Marrying her was probably the best thing he had ever done for his health.
But now, he was alone. All by himself in the dark town of Fatlington.
He looked at the airplane ticket in his hand. Malaga, Spain. His face cleared up. Soon he would be gone, out of town and far, far away from his new enemies.
He left his car and quickly ran to the bar. He nodded to the bartender. As usual, he would drink his Duvels, tonight.
Sitting in a corner of the bar, he lit his first cigarette in ages.
It was a nice bar, very classy, a bit dark, with firm oak furniture, candlelight, old pictures on the walls and jazz coming out the speakers; the sort of bar where you could stay a whole night, just drinking, smoking and talking or reading a newspaper or playing a game of cards. No cards or talking, this night, as he was the only customer.
Fatlington was a quiet place, these days. Reading the newspaper in his hand, he was shocked at the amount of well known citizens who got killed these last few days.
Andres lit his second cigarette and looked through the window. The heavy rain was still pouring out of the sky. Gosh, he hated this weather. The bartender just shrugged, when Andres told him as much.
His sixth Duvel in front of him, Andres looked at the airplane tickets again. This would be his last night before his departure. Nobody could say that he hadn't done his duty, but now it was time for him to leave. He had a wife and he needed to get rid of his nasty smoking habit. When reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, he felt the cold gun.
For no apparent reason, Andres drew the gun and looked at it. He didn't notice the worried look on the bartenders' face. Andres suddenly realised how easy it was to take a life for the second time. Or was it the third time? Andres was shocked that he couldn't even remember it. He started to shake his head. No, this wasn't what he wanted to become. He lay down the gun on the table, drunk his 6th Duvel and reached for the airplane tickets, when a man in a car coat walked over to his table...
***
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
LOL! Back in my bar-hopping career (years ago in a different, unmarried, life) I was actually famous for never having spilt a brewski, through bar-brawls, sports-cheers, what-have-you. The golden nectar, like the Nation's Colours, never touches the floor....Kukri didn’t do more than get to his feet by the time the man had retreated. Then, because he’d had a few too many beers in memory of those who hadn’t gotten past Anzio, he managed to trip over his own feet and sit down – crisscross style – while managing against all the odds to NOT spill the rest of his beer.Thanks, Sir Seamus, for that.
The phrase on the dart-note (in the write-up) will take a little research, but I'll report here what I find.
I'll go along with atpg's plan for now:
vote: Centurion1
p.s. Sorry to see your demise Andres; nice exit scene.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
Bolded is the phrase (tho' Seamus made it "wraths") on the note darted to my coat in the bar in the write-up. It's from L. Carroll's Jabberwocky. For now, I'll assume it's a mere literary amusement for us, not a real clue to pursue - unless you guys see more? OTOH, which of the surviving players would be compelled to throw a poem snippet at me, just moments before a shotgun blast? Hmmm...'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!..."
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
the jabberwocky mafia has been active before. It appears to be a calling card.
vote: Pannonian
He's never this quiet![]()
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road,
but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely
chicken's dominion maintained. ~Machiavelli
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
Vote: Pannonian
it's the **** that happens while you're waiting for moments that never come
Centurion1 is a mafia or a wiseguy working for them claiming to have killed khazzar to draw attention away from a guilty result he got.
Parla più piano e nessuno sentirà, il nostro amore lo viviamo io e te,
nessuno sa la verità, neppure il cielo che ci guarda da lassù.
Insieme a te io resterò,
amore mio, sempre così.
Parla più piano e vieni più vicino a me, Voglio sentire gli occhi miei dentro di te,
nessuno sa la verità, è un grande amore e mai più grande esisterà.
Insieme a te io resterò,
amore mio, sempre così.
Parla più piano e vieni più vicino a me,Voglio sentire gli occhi miei dentro di te,
nessuno sa la verità,è un grande amore e mai più grande esisterà.
Centurion1: 2 (Askthepizzaguy, Kukrikhan)
Pannonian: 2 (woad&fangs, SSNeo)
Crazed Rabbit: 1 (Ricera10)
Xehh II: 1 (Crazed Rabbit)
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
I give you... LittleGrizzly. In-thread and in-private.
Fishing for pro-town roles, defending scum and commies in-thread, and ever-so elusive for protections or vigilante groups.
What are you afraid of, my big teddy bear?
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Askthepizzaguy: Can we go out on friday?
LittleGrizzly: No.
Askthepizzaguy: Can we go out on Saturday?
LittleGrizzly: No.
Askthepizzaguy: How about Sunday brunch?
LittleGrizzly: NO.
Askthepizzaguy: Vigilante groups?
LittleGrizzly: NO!
Askthepizzaguy: Protections?
LittleGrizzly: Not right now.
Askthepizzaguy: How about tomorrow?
LittleGrizzly: Internet problems.
Askthepizzaguy: How about the day after?
LittleGrizzly: I'm busy doing important stuff.
Askthepizzaguy: Day after that?
LittleGrizzly: Uh.... sure.... I'm free...
Askthepizzaguy: You ready?
LittleGrizzly: Something has come up, sorry no.
Askthepizzaguy: Take me to senior prom?
LittleGrizzly: I already have a date.
Askthepizzaguy: WHY..... DONT.... YOU.... LOVE ME????
LittleGrizzly: Uh, I.... just don't trust you because.... your groups have err... been infiltrated?
Askthepizzaguy: WE NEVER SPEND ANY TIME TOGETHER!!!
LittleGrizzly: No, no baby it's ok... we will... someday... I promise...
*later*
Askthepizzaguy: You disappoint me, Papa Bear.
*sharpens kitchen utensils*
Askthepizzaguy: We could have been so magical together....
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Vote: Pannonian but I want the tie to stay alive so do it!
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