Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

*gives Sasaki and Crazed Rabbit a standing ovation, and then a bow of sincere respect*



Hard fought, well played.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

*lynches townie doctor*
*applauds them for playing well*

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch
Where you find out what happens in the end
Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming!
And the earth will plummet to the ground again
I hope to death that no one knows and they don't find a way

-- Flatliners “Fred’s got slacks”



Summary of Events, Night Fifteen


Haudegen pushed open the door to his floor of the apartment building when he saw the pair of coated figures positioned to cover the elevator. He eased the door close and went back down the stairs. That’s when he heard the footsteps coming up.

Haudegen took off up the stairs, running as hard as he could for the roof exit atop the five floor apartment block. If he jumped hard, he could land on the somewhat lower roof of the brownstone next door and either get inside there or keep running along the roof-tops to get some distance between him and the threat.

He hadn’t counted on the roof access door being locked. Frantically, he hammered at the door with his shoulder, hearing the running footsteps coming up the stairs below him. Finally, with a the lock gave way and he ran onto the roof. He ran for the edge, but his pursuit was through the door quickly behind him and the first attacker was firing his Tommy as he ran.

Two shots slammed into his back, knocking him from his feet. He slid forward towards the side of the building near the back overlooking the alley. His body armor had stopped both slugs, but the slugs had stopped him.

He stood up slowly, panting, to see a quartet of Tommy gunners leveling their weapons at him – his attackers had wasted no time in following their fastest member up the stairs. He was trapped on the edge of a five-floor drop with nothing between him and safety…aside from about 400 rounds of .45 caliber ammo.

The gunners shot in unison, obeying some unspoken signal – clearly this was not their first effort – and a dozen rounds slammed into Haudegen in the space of a second, lifting him off his feet and over the edge.

The odds on a truck still making deliveries at that time of night in that alley were pretty long, the odds that it would be delivering mattresses were even longer. For Haudegen, it would probably be wise to go ahead and pick a lotto number too, since it was clearly his lucky day. Not only was the truck still delivering its mattresses, but it was moving through the alley at exactly the right moment to catch his bruised and battered body in a soft embrace after falling almost five stories.

When Haudegen woke up and climbed down from the truck four blocks later, nobody was more surprised than the two driver/movers…except Haudegen.


Chaotix was more than a little nervous. Two successive attempts on one’s life can do that to a person. He’d decided to skip dinner and head to his row home without further ado, but with more than a little caution.

It was a slow walk and an even slower entrance to the house. Once upstairs, his bedroom door shut and locked, he finally began to relax. That’s when the two masked figures stepped out of his closet and grabbed him. He started to struggle and shout, but a handkerchief was pushed over his face and he smelled the cloying scent of chloroform and then….

When he woke up in the morning, Chaotix had a splitting headache but otherwise felt fine. His room was not. His window had been smashed in and some kind of struggle had occurred. His mirror was shattered and it looked as though someone had been tackled into and through his bedroom door. Chaotix didn’t know who had helped him, but he was glad they had. Otherwise, he didn’t think he’d be worrying about a headache. All in all, it was worth having to down a few aspirin.


It was easy for Kukrikhan to assume he was lucky after surviving the attack a few nights ago. After finishing up for the night, he went back to his favorite tavern to have just one glass of suds to finish out his long day. He was about halfway through when it happened.

A gloved hand, holding a .28 Baretta, extended through the swinging metal door to the small kitchen of the tappy. A quick pair of pops and the bartender dropped behind the bar with his medulla punctured. The shooter stepped into the room and behind the bar.

Kukrikhan had paused, beer still raised to his lips, his other hand resting on the bar itself – no chance for any sudden moves. He lowered his glass a bit, still holding the beer, looking steadily at his murderer.

Kukri sighed and continued softly, “Oh, Crud.”

The shooter fired a second double tap, punching both slugs through Kukri’s left eye and into his brain. Kukrikhan fell backwards to the floor.

As the shooter walked around the bar, bringing out a violin bow from some inner pocket in his long trench coat, he noticed something odd. Seemingly against all the laws of physics, Kukrikhan’s remaining beer was still in its glass and that glass was neatly perched on the center of his chest, looking for all the world like some kind lilly held in the hands of a man at his wake.

Rather than disturb the tableau, the shooter placed the violin bow gently at Kukri’s feet, tipped his hat, and quietly left the empty bar.


Roughly halfway home, just in front of The Basilica of St. Constantine in Greektown, a completely inoffensive name came suddenly to a halt, dropping onto the pavement and shouting in pain. This may have seemed odd, but was perfectly reasonable behavior for someone who’d just taken a rifle round through the left kneecap. The pain was excruciating.

The street was strangely empty, so ACIN had no trouble hearing the purr of the well-tuned knucklehead Harley as it rolled to a stop. The masked figure who stepped off the bike, raven hair spilling from under the gray babushka she’d worn to keep her hair in check from the wind, was poised and purposeful. She holstered the Moisin-Nagant M1930 in a saddle holster on the bike and then drew a heavy pistol from her coat. The grey eyes staring out over the mask were piercing and hard.

“God's кара увійшов до списку котрі обмовте, пес.”

“What are you talking about you sadistic b…”

The single shot from the TT-33 caught a completely inoffensive name squarely between the eyes, the exit wound was much larger and very, very final. The grey-eyed killer returned the weapon to her coat pocket, made the sign of the cross from right to left, and then got back on the Harley and zipped off into the night.


Morning Session, Day Sixteen

“So anyway, that’s how things finished up. While we did take some losses, I think these mafia-types are finally on the ropes. It’s time to finish them.”

Fermanagh consulted his notes.

“Our after-death investigations using the powers outlined by Tosa have indicated the following: woad&fangs was a Made gangster working for the mafia when he died, but Joe Monks was an innocent townie with a good rep. Ricera10 we’re having a little trouble with – he has lots of buddies on the force but also had a criminal reputation, though he never had any serious convictions. He was not working with the mafia. Finally, the lynch effort seems to continue its effectiveness. El Diablo was another wiseguy. I should note, however, that there was no record of him working with the mafia that we had been able to uncover.”

Fermanagh exited the room with just a bit of a spring in his step. Sigurd began a repetition of the rules governing lynch voting.


OOC

Lynch Voting should be completed by 1500 Eastern on Wednesday the 23rd (1900 GMT).


The Fate of the Fatlings

Attacked (43): Beefy187 (n1, n6), DJGingivtis (n2), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n2), Beskar (n3), Double A (n3), Lord Winter (n3, n5), Andres (n4, n9, n11), Diana Abnoba (n4), Reenk Roink (n4), Iskander3.1 (n5), Proletariat (n5, n5, n7, n7), TinCow (n6), Shinseikhaan (n7), Centurion1 (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n8, n9, n10, n10, n13), Moros (n9, n10), Pannonian (n9), Sigurd (n9), Crazed Rabbit (n10, n14) askthepizzaguy (n11), Kukrikhan (n11), El Diablo (n12), LittleGrizzly (n12), spL1Tp3r50nality (n12), Chaotix (n13, n14, n15), a completely inoffensive name (n14), SSNeoperestroika (n14), Haudegen (n15)

Killed (33): Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1), Death is Yonder (n2), pevergreen (n2), Yaropolk (n2), Myrddraal (n3), Jolt (n4), Craterus (n5), johnhughthom (n5), Leet Erickson (n5), Psychonaut (n5), Iskander3.1 (n6), Khazaar (n6), Kommodus (n6), scottishranger (n6), Aggonyduck (n8), Beskar (n8), Cultured Drizzt Fan (n8), glyphz (n8), shlin28 (n8), Diana Abnoba (n9), DisgruntledGoat (n9), Moros (n10), Reenk Roink (n10), Andres (n11), Ichigo (n11), LittleGrizzly (n12), Pannonian (n12), Joe Monks (n13), Ricera10 (n13), woad&fangs (n13), a completely inoffensive name (n15), Kukrikhan (n15)

Lynched (17): Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5), A Very Super Market (d6), Kagemusha (d6), Rhyfelwher (d7), Ironside (d8), DJGingivtis (d9), Lord Winter (d10), Beefy187 (d11), Centurion1 (d12), El Diablo (d13), Xehh II (d14), Crazed Rabbit (d15), Sasaki Kojiro (d15),

Wogged (9): Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5), Dutch_guy (n6), Warmaster Horus (n7), Greyblades (n10), Skooma Addict (n10), Cowhead418 (n11), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n11), Veronica "Trouble" Toluso (n11)

Still Alive (18): askthepizzaguy, Caius, Chaotix, DoubleA, gibsonsg91921, Haudegen, Joooray, Proletariat, Shinseikhaan, Sigurd, slashandburn, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, SSNeoperestroika, TinCow, Tratorix, Twilightblade, White_Eyes:D, YLC.

[Sigurd]

All-right people... get me a 18 way tie and I'll sort this mess.

[TinCow]

I was told by someone who appears reliable that ACIN was a detective and YLC was the Russian female killer. If this is true, YLC has killed a power town role and should be removed. While the Russians/Communists should be a secondary priority to lynching the remaining Don, I have no information whatsoever on who that Don is. Thus, YLC seems like the best lynch to me, based on what I have been told.

Vote: YLC

[Beskar]

YLC is town role, I already investigated it out a while ago. Remember when I called YLC out and I got accused of "trolling" him, when I was actually exposing him? I did further investigations on it.

[Jolt]

I can also vouch for YLC. And it would be strange if Beskar and myself, two wiseguys with no Mafia affiliation and who worked with ATPG, would be standing up for an Anti-Town/Communist role.

[Tratorix]

Then perhaps TinCow should reveal this source, seeing as several people seem to be vouching for YLC.

[Beskar]

I don't blame TinCow, I thought YLC was scummy at first too. If you want to be on the safeside though, he isn't Mafia, so save lynches for Mafia and let the Mafia take care of him, if you are worried about him.

[scotchedpommes]

Was under the impression it was well-known that ACIN was likely pro-town. YLC is not in the clear, as far as I am aware. Other than that, Chaotix could do with dying - preferably in a way that isn't going to promote the defector protecting him.

[TinCow]

My source can speak up if they wish. If YLC is just an normal townie, surely he'll have someone who can vouch for his night actions by this late point in the game. So, can anyone give an alibi for YLC last night?

[Centurion1]

that woman is not a communist. any fool could see that. you guys are blinded by the language and the weapons.

HEY just saying, but whatever don't trust me

[a completely inoffensive name]

Wow this pisses me off. How many days has this game got left? 2, 3? And I die right before the end? **** this.

[Beskar]

He isn't a normal townie, he is a pro-town townie, TinCow.

Wow this pisses me off. How many days has this game got left? 2, 3? And I die right before the end? **** this.

Would be funny if YLC was your killer and he was scum, and you died because earlier in the game, you decided to call me a troll for saying/showing how he was scummy.

[Askthepizzaguy]

My source can speak up if they wish. If YLC is just an normal townie, surely he'll have someone who can vouch for his night actions by this late point in the game. So, can anyone give an alibi for YLC last night?

YLC is not against the town. By carefully watching the thread, we've been able to prevent any deaths since TheStranger. Lynching him would be a waste, because we can prevent all deaths as long as we avoid doing certain things. And he votes with the town. But yes, that woman is YLC, and she is dangerous.

Centurion1 might be scum but he is correct; YLC is not a communist either, by investigation he's both townie and loyal. And before you jump out of your pants, he cannot be a Don because he killed on the first night. He's perhaps the anti-Xehh II role. A vigilante of sorts but with an uncontrollable compulsion.

Please vote now on whether I reveal all notes.

I vote: reveal

[Tratorix]

Spill it.

[Lord Winter]

Please do.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Vote: Reveal

Tell me what you suspected me of doing.

CR

[Askthepizzaguy]

To be fair, dead scums don't count as having a say.

Besides, you guys already saw my notes, didn'ya?

[TinCow]

He isn't a normal townie, he is a pro-town townie, TinCow.

This "pro-town townie" appears to have killed a normal townie on Night 1 and a detective on Night 15. That's some impressive pro-town work there.

[Askthepizzaguy]

This "pro-town townie" appears to have killed a normal townie on Night 1 and a detective on Night 15. That's some impressive pro-town work there.

He cannot choose who he attacks, but I'm aware of his triggers.

Mind you, this proves he's not the beretta killer.


Askthepizzaguy
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
Sigurd
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
SSNeoperestroika
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
Double A
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
YLC
cannot be the Baretta killer.
Chaotix
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
gibsonsg91921
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
Tratorix
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
White_eyes:D
Cannot be the Baretta killer.
Proletariat
Cannot be the Beretta killer.
Slashandburn
Cannot be the Beretta killer.
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Cannot be the Beretta killer.
Twilightblade
Where were you last night? Unclear result, though. Missed two nights.
Not the beretta killer.
Caius
Where were you last night? Unclear result, though. Inactive.
Not the beretta killer.

TinCow
Need to go back and check, but it is possible that I can prove he's not the Beretta killer. It will take some re-reading.
Joooray
No verifiable alibi last night, but I may be able to prove he isn't the Beretta killer.


Haudegen
No verifiable alibi, odd connections to Sasaki.
Shinseikhaan
Checking to see if there was a Beretta killing while he was Director.

[Crazed Rabbit]

YLC also tried to kill Reenk, the day before ATPG tried to become director.

CR

[Tratorix]

YLC also tried to kill Reenk, the day before ATPG tried to become director.

CR

Which sort of proves the story about YLC not being able to pick his targets, since the director can't be night killed.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

That attack on reenk was the coolest writeup of them all.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Which sort of proves the story about YLC not being able to pick his targets, since the director can't be night killed.

I'm pretty sure Reenk only survived by luck; read the write up again - YLC had killed/disabled all of Reenk's guards.

CR

[TinCow]

He cannot choose who he attacks, but I'm aware of his triggers.

Very considerate of you to warn the rest of us about them.

[ULC]

*gets popcorn out*

This should be entertaining.

[Beskar]

Very considerate of you to warn the rest of us about them.

I have already said them in the thread.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Very considerate of you to warn the rest of us about them.

Well, he couldn't be sure he could trust you, could he? Best to be on the safe side and let you stumble onto your death. After all, you've got blood on your hands, haven't you?

CR

[Tratorix]

Plus, if he tells us the triggers, YLC will attack him.