Mafia X: Information and summary thread

**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-11-2011, 04:47

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**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-11-2011, 05:52

Post 117 of main thread.

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:

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

**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-12-2011, 06:30

Post 155 of main thread.

Day 1 voting ends in a tie between Luciano and Pedro. In case you're unfamiliar with my tiebreaking procedure, here's how we do things: All votes are thrown out and we do a re-vote. You are only allowed to vote for either Luciano or Pedro in this re-vote. Normally it would last 24 hours, however, as I'll be working once the 24 hour mark expires, we'll extend things a bit.

The tiebreaker round ends Monday, June 13th, at 06:30 US Eastern Time.

Day 1 tally:

Luciano: 3 (Pedro, Sonny, Salvatore)
Pedro: 3 (Luciano, Bruno, Fingers)
Christopher: 2 (Frank, Claudia)
Bruno: 2 (Connie, Anne)
Connie: 2 (Angelo, Bertha)
Anne: 2 (Paulie, Christopher)
Joe: 2 (Maria, Mickey)
Bertha: 1 (Johnny)
Bugsy: 1 (Luigi)
Luigi: 1 (Bugsy)
Paulie: 1 (Joe)
Maria: 1 (Fredo)
Big George: 1 (Bobby)
Mickey: 1 (Vincent)
Fingers: 1 (Ralph)

Didn't vote: 10 (Big George, Carlo, Emilio, Fat Tony, Furio, Giorgio, Nick, Pete, Richie, Rocco)

**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-13-2011, 11:55

Post 180 of main thread.

Everybody had seemed to have been caught off-guard by the new daily procedure, as if they - and the Frontroom, in particular - had never experienced this sort of thing before. Clearly, the mafia attack was breaking new ground. The result of this, much to Chief of Police JuJuBee's chagrin, was an extremely spread-out vote, with a full 15 out of 34 total villagers receiving votes. Taking out his pocket calculator - you see, JuJuBee used to be quite A Nerd - the Chief quickly surmised that this was over 44%! In addition to this total, there was a tie vote, with the two candidates for the lynch having received a whopping three votes each.

The cases on the lucky two men, Luciano and Pedro, were as follows: For Luciano, that he shared a name with one of the most successful mafiosi in history: Lucky Luciano, who abolished the title of "capo di tutti capi" forever and set up the Mafia Commission in New York that still exists to this day. For Pedro, it seemed that a number of villagers were amused by the combination of the voting system they were currently under and his name, which thus gave them an opportunity to quote from a popular, quirky, cult film of the previous decade in "Napoleon Dynamite". Clearly these cases both had equal merit.

Due to the extended round since there had to be a tiebreaker, both men got to make defenses for themselves:

Luciano: "Wait a minute, the fact that I share a name with Lucky Luciano has nothing to do with my guilt! I'm not even related to the guy! Most of the people in our town could have that same connection! What about Chickenman? He shares a nickname with Phil "Chickenman" Testa, and was boss of the Philadelphia crime family for a year before he got blew up by a nail bomb! They share the same name, but I doubt any of you think *he's* guilty! Come on, now!"

Pedro: "Seriously, guys? You're going to do this? Aw - aw, come on! I hate 'Napoleon Dynamite' so much. It's not even a good movie!"

At this last defense, the crowd roared in outrage, and the votes started to absolutely flood in Pedro's way. JuJuBee had to use all of his wits and equipment to keep the villagers at bay as they screamed for blood for besmirching the good name of Napoleon Dynamite. Pedro, realizing that he had misspoke and recognizing that it was probably too late to take it back, instead took the opportunity to keep harping on about the movie that had sealed his fate.

"No, seriously, it isn't! Nothing happens for an hour and a half! And then he what, he goes and dances, and then everything's magically okay? But wait, people say the movie isn't about plot anyway, it's about the, you know, the quirky moments! It's 90 minutes of people standing around and being really awkward, that's all! Awkward isn't quirky!!! You all got spoon-fed into believing that it was a good movie because at some point down the line the media told you that it was trendy to like this movie! It's not actually that good, people!"

This went on for another couple of minutes before JuJuBee finally relented and allowed the crowd to literally tear Pedro, also known as Jolt, apart. Instead of trying to calm them down and make an inspirational speech about hopefully they had lynched one and maybe after tomorrow, they would be done with this affair, JuJu just slinked away back to his office, praying that the riot wouldn't get too out of hand and ordering a Napoleon Dynamite poster off the internet in case they tried to storm his office in the future.

Day 1a tally:

Pedro: 13 (Angelo, Emilio, Richie, Rocco, Joe, Paulie, Connie, Christopher, Mickey, Fat Tony, Vincent, Luciano, Luigi)

Luciano: 10 (Johnny, Furio, Frank, Bugsy, Bertha, Carlo, Salvatore, Pedro, Bobby, Maria)

Didn't vote: 11 (Anne, Big George, Bruno, Claudia, Fingers, Fredo, Giorgio, Nick, Pete, Ralph, Sonny)

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

Still alive: (33)
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)

Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)

Player list:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read:

It is now Night 2! Orders are due in 24 hours, but I would greatly appreciate it if they were in slightly earlier, as I'd like to do the writeup before I go to sleep tomorrow.

**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-14-2011, 12:14

Post 186 of main thread.

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:

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!

**GeneralHankerchief** · 06-15-2011, 19:30

Post 227 of main thread.

"Bugsy!"

"George!"

"Carlo!"

"Vincent!"

"Emilio!"

"Pete!"

"Nick!"

"Guys!"

"Joe!"

"Bertha!"

"Guys!!!"

"Fingers - wait, what?"

Rocco sighed. Finally, he had everyone's attention. It was time to make this count.

"We can't keep doing this!" he said. "We can't just keep making votes on people without any reasoning, and not follow up on it, and in order not to stand out to anybody vote for a different person! That's not good mafia-finding tactics! That's the opposite of good mafia-finding tactics! We're all trying to hide in a crowd, so it means that for the mafia, who are trying to hide in a crowd anyway, it's a lot easier to do so! We need to put ourselves out there, start pressuring people, start backing up our reasoning! I mean, come on people, our lives are at stake here! Our lives! I'm willing to take a few risks if it means saving the Kingdom of Peace and Love from complete annihilation by the Mafia! Are you?"

Silence greeted Rocco's harangue for a few seconds as the crowd was trying to process what he said. This next bit would prove critical, possibly even decide the town's fate, as early as Day 2 into the mafia attack. Rocco held his breath. And then...

"Okay," someone said. "I vote Rocco. The reasoning I use to justify this vote is that he talks too friggin' much."

"YEAH!" a few people in the crowd called out in agreement, and the votes started rolling Rocco's way. When Chief of Police JuJuBee came out to make the final vote count, Rocco started muttering to himself. So much for putting himself out there.

"Okay," said JuJuBee, so you've picked Rocco to die. Any suggestions for his execution?"

"Cut out his tongue!" someone shouted. The crowd roared in approval.

"Works for me!" JuJu said, and stuck a large rusty knife in Rocco's mouth. Somehow through Rocco's screaming, the words "anesthetic" and "sterilization at least" managed to get through. Later, when Rocco was lying on the ground, quickly expiring, JuJu wiped off his knife and shrugged. "Why would I sterilize a knife on somebody who's going to die, anyway? That's the point, isn't it? To kill you? Now that's just wasteful, Rocco."

Rocco, better known as Andres, died rolling his eyes.

Day 2 tally:

Rocco: 4 (Angelo, Claudia, Salvatore, Connie)

Furio: 2 (Vincent, Johnny)
Sonny: 2 (Fingers, Paulie)
Connie: 1 (Rocco)
Vincent: 1 (Sonny)
Angelo: 1 (Bugsy)
Joe: 1 (Bobby)
Big George: 1 (Ralph)
Bertha: 1 (Bruno)
Carlo: 1 (Nick)
Emilio: 1 (Mickey)
Fingers: 1 (Fat Tony)
Fat Tony: 1 (Pete)
Pete: 1 (Giorgio)
Nick: 1 (Carlo)

Didn't vote: 11 (Anne, Bertha, Big George, Emilio, Frank, Fredo, Furio, Joe, Luciano, Luigi, Richie)

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

Still alive: (30)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Giorgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent

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

Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)

It is now Night 3! Orders are due tomorrow at 14:00 US Eastern time.

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