Mafia X [Concluded]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Ladies and gentlemen, the Gameroom Anniversary Celebration has officially begun.

Mafia X

Preamble: Five years to the day after a relative newcomer to the .Org decided to introduce a fun little game he had played once before in RL called "Mafia", here we are with the tenth installment to the series. It's been a really fun ride, everyone, and I'm hoping that this is the best one yet. If you're interested and have (a lot of) time to kill, here are the installments for every other game in the series:

• Mafia I - June 2006
• Mafia II: The sequel to the best-selling forum game - July 2006
• Mafia III: Return of the Mafia - August-September 2006
• Mafia IV: Night of the Living Mafia - October 2006
• Mafia V: The Family Strikes Back - November-December 2006
• Mafia VI: Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Return of the Mafia - February-March 2007
• Mafia VII: Shadows of the Mafia - August-September 2007
• Mafia VIII: Return of the Recommencement of the Revenge of the Mafia - June 2008
• Mafia IX: Triumph of the Mafia - March-April 2010

With a series this long there have been a lot of great moments and a few interesting patterns, but I'll leave you to figure those out for yourselves.

Introduction: Mafia X, like the rest of the series, takes place in the Frontroom, where the games were originally held before this subforum was created (The Gameroom came around in early September, which not coincidentally is around when we're ending the three-month celebration). It is Mafia at its most basic, with only one power role: Mafia. There are no serial killers, no vigilantes, no doctors, no third-party roles or extra victory conditions of any kind, and no Detective. It is simply Mafia vs. Town.

There is one change in the rules that has do with anonymous accounts, which will be described below.

Roles: This section will be short.

Mafiosi: (2)
The bad guys. The storyline is that they have invaded the Frontroom and are threatening to kill everyone present in the village. Each mafioso gets one kill per night, unless there is only one left. If this is the case, then the remaining mafioso gets to kill two people per night. This means that there will always be two kills per night, no matter what, unless there are either no more townspeople to kill or no more mafiosi to make the kills, in which case the game is over.

The mafia have some say in how much/little they put in their kill descriptions. It is up to the town to figure out how much is their work and how much is mine.

Townies: (everyone else)
Are you a townie in this game? Don't fret, so is (mostly) everyone else. Unlike in some of the more role-heavy games though, the townies are absolutely integral to the success or the failure of the town in the game, since there are no power roles to do the heavy lifting. The townies will only be able to win this game if they come together and take some time out to seriously do some detective work. Besides, you have a standard to live up to: Out of the nine games mentioned above and the 18 mafiosi, only two have ever escaped the town's wrath.

Game procedure: As per tradition, the game will start with a night phase. Unfortunately, this means two people will die before they even get the chance to cast one vote. Sorry, but it works better for the story that way, and unlike in other games, you can still heavily contribute to the town's effort by careful analysis of the thread. Anyway, after night, it's day where the alive townies can vote and try to lynch the mafia. Voting procedure is the usual, i.e.:

Vote: GeneralHankerchief

If you wish to unvote, then please do so in the following manner:

Unvote: Ser Clegane
Vote: GeneralHankerchief

Voting abstain (you are present for the round and have no lynch preference) is allowed, but "No Lynch" is not. If you post in a round but do not vote, I count it as an "abstain". Additionally, after a certain amount of rounds, usually when I deem it to be endgame, "Abstain" will no longer be allowed, meaning you must vote to lynch someone. I will let you know in the thread once this threshold has been crossed.

Miscellaneous rules: No screenshots, no exceptions. However, you may feel free to quote anything that can be faked, such as PMs, chat logs, etc. Once dead, you are not allowed to quote anything said outside of the public thread. Violations of these rules will force me to exercise my awesome moderator powers to their fullest extent.

In terms of inactivity, I do not have a set system in place; rather, I take it by a touch-and-go basis. Because of this, it makes me unpredictable. In other words, if you do not want to experience the Wrath of God and be mod-killed, you had best just vote in every round.

ANONYMOUS ACCOUNTS: Okay, now we get to the section that isn't completely obvious. As you probably know, we just introduced this feature, which is described here and tested them out in a mini game called The Copa Clash. If you don't feel like clicking on those links, let me briefly sum them up for you:

Upon the game starting, every player who has signed up will receive a PM detailing the anonymous account and password they are linked to. While alive, you will make all posts in the game under this anonymous account - this is done to prevent metagaming and targeting people simply because they are who they are. It takes literally five seconds to log out and log in as an anonymous account, so I don't want to hear any griping about it. You can change your anonymous account's password to something easier to remember if you wish - it will not affect anything after the game.

All posts while you are alive must be made by your anonymous account. Upon death, I will reveal the name of the actual user who had just died, and from there you may feel free to post under your normal account until the end of the game. If anybody has any questions or concerns over this, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Other: The most important rule is, as always, HAVE FUN!

Please post here to sign-up. Unlike in The Copa Clash, you do not have to PM me to do so; a public post will be enough. Thank you for your continued interest and let's make it an awesome three months!

Signed up: (36/40)
Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Visorslash
Beefy187
Greyblades
Renata
Csargo
Populus Romanus
B_Ray
White_eyes:D
Jolt
Captain Blackadder
Seon
glyphz
Ibn-Khaldun
Death is yonder
Askthepizzaguy
Diamondeye
TheLastDays
Crazed Rabbit
Ignoramus
ArpeggiateTHIS
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
Winston Hughes
Kagemusha
issaikhaan
a completely inoffensive name
autolycus
robbiecon
Earthling
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ashurnasirpal II
Sigurd
johnhughthom
Andres

[Romanic]

Oh yeah, first in.

[Splitpersonality]

Second in :D

[Visor]

In. Obviously.

[Beefy187]

In. This should be interesting.

[Greyblades]

Is this the game that's supposed to take all the slots for two months?
In.

[Ibn-Khaldun]

I'm IN!

[Death is yonder]

In please

[Ignoramus]

Definitely in!!!!

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

This should be interesting, IN!

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

IN!!

[Winston Hughes]

In.

[Kagemusha]

In.

[[MAFIA] Bruno]

Still night? I should get back to bed then.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Sorry guys, I was unexpectedly busy today. Will try to get the kills up soon.

[[MAFIA] Luciano]

I am the monarch of the sea...

[[MAFIA] Fingers]

I am the monarch of the sea...

WHAT?! Yarr, you are ten thousand years too young to seize from me that title! I'll take you down meself if I have to!

[GeneralHankerchief]

Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day in the Kingdom of Peace and Love, the heat of late spring being just prevalent enough for people to take off and enjoy the weather. Some people were out mowing their lawns, some were doing some gardening, some were taking a jog around their neighborhoods, and some were just sitting and outside, relaxing.

Chickenman was one of the people sitting outside, and relaxing. Picking his favorite spot in Frontroom Park - a bench, overlooking the pond with trace amounts of osmium - he sat back and lulled himself almost to sleep, slowly drifting away as the sounds of the park, the rustling of the trees, the wind, the ducks, grew softer and softer in his mind. The footsteps of the mafioso behind him growing softer and sof - wait, what?

Chickenman opened his eyes and turned around just in time to see the mafioso right up behind him, arms out. In the next second, they were wrapped around his head, quickly twisting it.

"OW!" Chickenman yelled, once this deed was done, rubbing his neck. "That really hurt, man! What were you trying to do, snap my neck or something?"

"Well, so much for that," the mafioso muttered. Sending Chickenman sprawling with an elbow to the head, the mafioso racked his brain trying to come up with an alternative method of killing his prey. Clearly, his arm strength was not enough to go and snap people's necks, causing instantaneous death. He'd have to work out some more. But in the meantime, he had to deal with this problem lying on the ground before him.

"Hmm," the mafioso reasoned, with Chickenman still moaning in pain below him. "I guess this worked well enough as is." Ignoring the various cache of weapons he had brought with him - blackjack, telescopic baton, silenced pistol, shotgun, revolver, assault rifle, half a dozen grenades, flamethrower, bazooka - he instead dragged Chickenman to the pond, elbowing his head one more time for good measure, and then holding it under the water for a period of several minutes until Chickenman stopped struggling.

Across town, Giuseppe was doing none of these blissful outside activities; in fact he was totally unaware of the beautiful weather that had entered the town. He was in the middle of his 13th consecutive hour of playing the latest violent first-person shooter video game, ignoring the insults strewn around by the various 12-year-olds on the server.

"HA!" Giuseppe yelled to people he had never met and had no idea where they were from. "Take that, scum!" He checked his watch, realized that it was 1pm and he had not slept at all last night, shrugged, and put his hand back in the bag of Cheetos, munching on them before going back to his game. The machine-gun fire was oddly soothing to Giuseppe, the fake cacophony all around him, emanating from his television's speakers. He was fully engrossed in his pixellated war world, and loving every second of it.

"The gun is good," he muttered to himself, spraying another burst of fire that may or may not have hit a target and had no lasting impact whatsoever on the world at large. What he failed to realize was that there was a very real machine gun pointed directly at him from behind. He would have caught it in the TV's reflection, but by this point Giuseppe was completely gone to anything that was not his online deathmatch. He pumped out yet another spray of fake fire, as a spray of very real and infinitely more dangerous fire fired at him simultaneously.

Ten minutes later, an unresponsive Giuseppe was booted from the server.

Meanwhile, in a certain office in the center of town...

Chief of Police JuJuBee sat in his office, admiring his posters of Judy Garland as usual. This was such a cushy job. There was never any crime in the Kingdom of Peace and Love. It was the Kingdom of Peace and Love, for goodness sake's! There were two phones on his desk. One was the usual phone, mostly used for personal calls since, again, there was never really any crime in the Frontroom. The other phone, however, was bright red. On the first day of assuming office, the outgoing Chief of Police, Lemur, told him that if the red phone ever rang, then bad times were ahead. Possibly the very Frontroom itself would be at stake if the red phone rang.

The red phone rang.

Utterly startled, JuJuBee somehow managed to pick it up and stay calm throughout the briefing.

"Oh God," he said. "Mafia attack."

Rifling through a very thick binder, he spent three hours reading nine entries in the tome, each one larger than the last. The last had been made by Lemur, the previous eight by someone named "Beirut". Their wisdom was questionable, but all in all their experiences were quite helpful. Three hours later, JuJuBee had a plan in mind.

Thirty minutes later, he had gathered everyone in the town square and prepared to make an announcement. "Okay everybody," he said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that it's Saturday! This calls for a celebration!"

"What's the bad news?" somebody asked.

"Oh right," said JuJuBee. "Two of our members have been murdered by the Mafia. Chickenman, also known as Winston Hughes, and Giuseppe, better known as robbiecon, are no longer with us."

Naturally, there was a general outcry over this bit of news, as people started screaming and panicking and generally being loud and raucous. "Wait!" said JuJu, "it's okay! I have a plan! Winston Churchill once said that democracy was the worst form of government ever invented, except for the ones that have already been tried. This means that democracy is the best, and therefore democracy is what's going to save us right now! Every day, we'll use our collective powers of deduction to figure out who these interlopers are in our midst, and root them out to be executed! Any questions?"

Literally every single person present started shouting at once.

"Great!" said JuJu amiably. "See you at sunset!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (34)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Christopher
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Maria
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pedro
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent

Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)

Player list:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Visorslash
Beefy187
Greyblades
Renata
Csargo
Populus Romanus
B_Ray
White_eyes:D
Jolt
Captain Blackadder
Seon
glyphz
Ibn-Khaldun
Death is yonder
Askthepizzaguy
Diamondeye
TheLastDays
Crazed Rabbit
Ignoramus
ArpeggiateTHIS
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
Winston Hughes
Kagemusha
issaikhaan
a completely inoffensive name
autolycus
robbiecon
Earthling
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ashurnasirpal II
Sigurd
johnhughthom
Andres

It is now Day 1! Voting will last for approximately 24 hours. Again, sorry for the delay.

[[MAFIA] Connie]

fail.

[[MAFIA] Connie]

fail.

[[MAFIA] Rocco]

I think Connie is scum.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. However, this wouldn't last. Soon, despite the fear-inducing events of yesterday, the daily hustle and bustle - yes, there was even hustle and bustle in the Kingdom of Peace and Love - would begin. People would fire up their car engines, ready to go to work, would start to blast music as they did their gardening chores, would unload their trucks and set up their vending stands for the day.

One of these vending stands happened to be an ice cream cart, a nice throwback to the days of old and down on the beach, a perfect exemplar of the Frontroom's charming quaintness that made it so attractive to many. The first person to pass it by was Maria, who, while not buying an ice cream, noticed that the cart was unmanned. Instead, it had a very odd antenna sticking out of it and a speaker attached to it, playing a catchy jingle:



"Man, this takes me back to my childhood," Maria said to herself, as she kept walking, eventually out of sight out of the ice cream cart. Maria tried to put it out of her mind, but for some reason that cart and that jingle brought back some good memories. Maybe she would go get one on the way back after all, especially if that cart was manned by then. But then Maria noticed something odd. While the ice cream cart was well out of sight by now, the jingle was as loud and strong as it had always been.



Shaking her head, Maria started walking slightly faster. The jingle was catchy and nostalgic and all, but all good things had their limits, and this jingle was rapidly approaching its own. Still not looking back, Maria walked on determinedly ahead.

Three minutes later, the jingle was still there.



Very freaked out by now, Maria somehow worked up the nerve to look back, and there it was: the ice cream cart, still unmanned, still with that antenna, still - obviously - with the speaker that was pumping out that now-nightmarish jingle. If such a thing was possible for an ice cream cart the size of your standard grocery store shopping cart, it even seemed to be staring poor Maria down. The two looked at each other for a moment, Maria and the unmanned ice cream cart, and then Maria bolted.



With the jingle still playing in the background, a new noise was added to the mix: the RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of the cart's engine (engine?) firing up and kicking into high gear. Somehow the cart produced an exhaust pipe and black smoke started spewing out of it, indicative of the massive amount of horsepower that the ice cream cart was now producing. Poor Maria didn't have a chance. The cart ran him down without mercy, again and again, until Maria was lying motionless on the ground, her blood mixing with the cart's leaking vanilla.

Several blocks away, the mafioso, armed with a pair of binoculars and a remote-controlled device, simply laughed as he closed up the antenna.

On the other side of town, Christopher thankfully did not have to deal with the Motorized Ice Cream Cart O' Doom. However, he had other problems on his hand. Settling down to eat at his favorite sandwich shop, Christopher instantly realized on the first bite that something was horribly wrong. His usual Italian, which he had been faithfully eating from this same exact store for four years straight, tasted, for the first time, different. And not in a good way, either. His stomach was starting to hurt.

Looking around for signs of change in the hoagie joint, Christopher spied behind the counter, somebody he had never once seen before in this shop. He looked very much out of place, spotting a full chef's uniform complete with the ridiculous white hat that would be common for five-star French bistros, but not local sandwich shops. He probably wore this to signify that he was the chef, Christopher reasoned. In any case, the new "chef" would get an earful from one of his best customers, seeing as this was probably his first day and his track record was 0-for-1.

Christopher got up from his seat, stumbled, clutched his stomach, and lurched the rest of the way to where the "chef" was standing.

"'scuse me," he said, "but I'm not exactly a first-time customer here, and I have never had a sandwich that didn't agree with me as much as this one right now. Is there anything different you put in it from what the last, uh... chef... did?"

The "chef" looked down at him, smiling. "Yes," he said. "Poison."

Christopher blacked out.

Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.

"Okay folks," he said, "so it looks like yesterday didn't end up so hot, since we still had two more kills today. That's okay though, because there were two mafiosi after all and we only executed one, and it stands to reason that the mafiosi probably didn't off each other, since they're working together and all..." He trailed off, which gave one of the villagers a convenient reason to interrupt him.

"About that," the villager said, "if we all know that there are two mafiosi attacking us, how come we're only executing one person per day?" Several townspeople shouted their agreement.

"Yes," said JuJuBee agreeably, "Indeed, this is a question that the great thinkers of our time could spend some serious energy on, but for now we have work to do. Today, we have to avenge the deaths of Maria, better known as Visorslash, and Christopher, born as johnhughthom. Come on guys, I know you can do this!" And with that, JuJu retired to his office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (31)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent

Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)

Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)

Player list:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Visorslash
Beefy187
Greyblades
Renata
Csargo
Populus Romanus
B_Ray
White_eyes:D
Jolt
Captain Blackadder
Seon
glyphz
Ibn-Khaldun
Death is yonder
Askthepizzaguy
Diamondeye
TheLastDays
Crazed Rabbit
Ignoramus
ArpeggiateTHIS
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
Winston Hughes
Kagemusha
issaikhaan
a completely inoffensive name
autolycus
robbiecon
Earthling
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ashurnasirpal II
Sigurd
johnhughthom
Andres

It is now Day 2! Since I'm sick of doing writeups at 6:30 in the morning after I get off work, this round will be slightly longer than normal, ending at 14:00 US Eastern Time on Wednesday. Get to it!

[[MAFIA] Connie]

Still night? I should get back to bed then.

Sigh i am really sorry............. didnt bold

vote: [Mafia] Bruno

[[MAFIA] Angelo]

vote: Connie

[Visor]

:D Brilliant.

[[MAFIA] Johnny]

Vote: [MAFIA] Bertha

[Crazed Rabbit]

It's not a case of WIFOM if I could avoided attention altogether today by killing someone else if I was mafia. Which I'm not. Any behavior that paints me as scummy is negative because I'm not scum.

But you know what? I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you. The only people who matter are those who alive by virtue of not being killed, lynched, or lynching themselves . And since angelo is the scum here (would I drop the ball so close to victory with that poor vote on emilio if I were mafia?) that means I just need to convince emilio.

Sweet, sweet emilio. You know what's right. You know that if we just lynch angelo the town will be at peace again. Don't listen to those grumps fooled by angelo and his scummy ways.

CR

[TheLastDays]

He is a rabbit and he's crazy. Who would listen to that? See how he's trying to sweet-talk his way out of this? I am not scum. Choose wisely Emilio.

[Earthling]

Great Scot guys this is a mess.

IT'S EMILIO. Lynch him already.

First, apparently it needs a very clear explanation of why the nightkills make almost no sense for it to be somebody else. If Angelo or Fat Tony were scum they've been paying attention and planning well the whole time so they couldn't be ignorant. The only possibility is that they purposefully chose the wrong nightkills out of sympathy for the town or to try something crazy funny even if they lose.

Bruno was going to lynch Luigi; Luigi was obvious scumbait. Leave those two alive and it would have been basically a guaranteed win lynching Luigi (which is why we should have lynched him long ago). At the same time, there's even less reason to leave Emilio alive no matter what if he's town. Emilio has never given a reason or thought process on anything, so he could well have placed a fairly random vote this last day, terribly dangerous for the scum.

On top of that, Fat Tony doesn't make sense for explaining prior nightkills too. And Angelo as mentioned, could well have been lynched a couple days ago, he was saved by a townie suiciding and purposefully self-voting, there's no way at all a scum could have relied on that and it'd be a huge coincidence.

So Fat Tony and Angelo need to put aside their mutual dislike (another reason to doubt either of them are scum -why would they keep someone alive they knew kinda hated them?) and lynch Emilio.

The nightkills only make sense for Emilio, who maybe thought he couldn't rely on a Luigi lynch or thought Fat Tony was an easy one today. Angelo or Fat Tony look townie for other reasons why Emilio doesn't, he didn't even get WoG'd. And if it was Angelo or Fat Tony we'd be losing to a mafiaoso giving an amazingly creative performance, who could have had an easier win today anyway, while Emilio is a lurker who did nothing but avoid a WoG and should have died a while ago.

[Crazed Rabbit]

I'm crazed, thank you very much. The real mafia is clear to me; angelo and anne. AtPG sacrificed himself so he could cover for angelo at the end.

And I guess emilio is sticking with his choice of Angelo for the lynch.

CR