Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Erebus]

Well you can try my dear boy, while you huff and puff with your red sweaty face trying to get into my house, I'll be happily and calmly sipping a chilled lime cocktail while reclining on the sofa, legs propped on the arm rest Uh who's supposed to be the victim again?

Apparently he wants to kill you, Sturm and me at the same time. He should start with killing Sturm's corpse a few time before moving to the big leagues. Maybe when he's ready for the big boy league he can try and take on the immortal Erebus.

[Death is yonder]

Oh now you've done it, he's going to attack you now and to with all the protections

[Populus Romanus]

Hey mafia, lets try that double lynch thing again next day phase, after look how great it went this time!

[Montmorency]

I love the thrashing Mafia has been getting lately, but this is just getting too

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for my tastes.

[Montmorency]

Also,

[Populus Romanus]

Also,

What a cliffhanger!

[Montmorency]

I must be dreaming.

[sturmhauke]

Apparently he wants to kill you, Sturm and me at the same time. He should start with killing Sturm's corpse a few time before moving to the big leagues. Maybe when he's ready for the big boy league he can try and take on the immortal Erebus.

Shh, maybe they'll forget I'm dead and try to kill me again.

[Renata]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

Thanks gnarly.

[TheLastDays]

Get well soon, SilverJan's husband

[classical_hero]

Well it looks like with modern surgery that if they can remove all the cancer cells, he should do fine, so don't lose too much hope, but of course such surgery is always dangerous. So best wishes for you and your husband.

[Diana Abnoba]

Good thoughts and best wishes for you and your husband Silver Jan.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

Please allow time for processing.

[GeneralHankerchief]

"The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the New Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawman runs down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the Barefoot Girl
And the kids 'round here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silent in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland"
...Jungleland
...Bruce Springsteen (the greatest)


Night Sixteen -- The Streets of Fatlington


The church bells were ringing in Fatlington. It was Sunday, the day of rest, but for the creatures of the night the killing went on, at once as monotonous and terrible as always.

shlin28 stopped what he was doing to look up at the cloudy sky, perhaps to ponder what it all meant. All in all he took his eyes off what was in front of him for maybe two seconds. That was enough. When he flicked back, he saw two men standing directly in front of him, guns out.

"Seward's Folly?" he asked. They nodded. "Right then," he continued, struggling for words. "Make it quick, I guess? At the very least, make it clean." Again, they nodded. This was not an unreasonable request. Without another word, they cocked their guns and pulled the trigger - but nothing happened.

Double misfire.

shlin, not believing his luck, couldn't help but laugh. "You boys may be Seward's Folly, but I think your guns might be a bit farther west. Can't trust anything made by the Soviets these days, boys." He ran off before they could do anything else.


The church was mostly deserted, not a big surprise considering the time of night and the current circumstances in Fatlington. When Sprig walked in, he had the place to himself. Only the moonlight coming in through the stained-glass windows and the incense burning kept the interior illuminated.

However, he then caught a glimpse of something shiny, somewhere over near the confessionals. He noticed that the priest's door was slightly ajar, almost as if a priest was inside. Maybe it was a sign.

He walked over, fully intent on entering and confessing his sins for the first time in years... and then he looked down. That shiny object was a 1951 half-dollar.

Two figures burst out of both confessional doors - priest and confessor - and gunned Sprig down on the floor of Our Lady of Serenity. "Squeal like a pig, Sprig," He did so with his dying breaths, at least still providing amusement to some left in this murderous town.


B_Ray was under attack. He had been running for three blocks, hoping to turn the corner out of sight and then use the church bells as cover to mask his footsteps. He was lucky he had even gotten this far, as he had caught a glimpse of a picture that outlined Alaska and had the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled on the inside. He looked up and there were two figures, advancing. At that point he had taken off.

His strategy, though, wasn't working. Despite the bells clanging, he could never put enough distance between him and his pursuers to disappear. Worse yet, he was losing ground.

A shot to his leg ended the chase, as B_Ray yelped in pain and fell to the ground, going motionless, waiting for the coup-de-grace. But it never came, his pursuers apparently figuring that he was dead already. B_Ray waited five tense minutes, and then started crawling to the only location open to him: Mercy Hospital.


"Hello, Sigurd."

There were two of them there. Sigurd looked around. No exit to the front or sides. This was bad.

"We don't like you constantly fingering people who might be Don Cunnio, Sigurd. We feel like one of these days you might actually get a name right. That would be bad, Sigurd."

So. The Cunnios. He should have figured. It was only a matter of time, he guessed, after harping about it so much at the Committee meanings. He tried to speak up in his defense, to buy time to... something.

"You've got it all wron-"

He was cut off. "Talking's done, Sigurd. You've said enough these past sixteen days." And without further ado, they opened up on him, riddling his body with bullets but leaving his feet intact. After all, there was still knifework to be done in that area. There was a toe to be amputated. And so the man in the crimson suit began his task, aided by his partner.


In another church, Our Lady of Serenity (this one with the bells ringing), in a different part of town:

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow'd by Thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." gnarlycharlie finished his prayer, dispensing with the final invocation as was custom with Catholics when praying on their own. However, he remained kneeling, deep in thought.

"A pretty prayer, gnarly." gnarlycharlie didn't have to look up to realize who was talking to him. If this was to be the end, well, he could think of worse places in which to die.

"Your business is difficult on the soul, gentlemen," gnarly replied evenly. "Perhaps joining me will do you some good in the long run."

"We knew what we were getting into when we chose this life," a second voice replied. "Do not think you can talk yourself out of your fate by playing the morality card. Precious few in this town can still play it. We've made our peace."

"And are you satisfied with the life you have chosen?"

"Give it a rest, gnarlycharlie," said the first. "You are no better than any of us. Praying in a deserted church does not make oneself a priest."

"No, it doesn't," he agreed. "But it does allow myself time to study the building's layout!" he yelled, his amplified voice the exact resonant frequency of the building. It was enough to dislodge a chandelier that fell right between gnarlycharlie and his attackers, surely a million-to-one chance but he wasn't complaining about the luck. Instead, he used the diversion to run... and climb. gnarlycharlie was heading for the belltower of Our Lady of Serenity.


The Fatlington graveyard was experiencing a massive amount of traffic over the past year, due to certain circumstances. It was where Death is yonder was found, paying tribute to his fallen comrades and contemplating the meaning of it all. He was alone save for the silhouette of a gravedigger off in the distance, doing his work. He kept his distance from that gravedigger, occasionally marking his position while doing his pondering. You could never afford to be too cautious.

Three freshly-dug graves caught his eye. Usually the new graves due to the mafia deaths were in their own section, but these were off to the side, part of the main body of the cemetery. He walked over there, struggling to read the epitaphs in the moonlight. After some struggle, he was able to make out what they said. Strangely, it was the same thing on all three:

HERE LIES DEATH IS YONDER
MURDERED ON ORDERS OF DON STRACCI
12 NOVEMBER 1951

Then he saw the three Franklin silver 1951 half-dollars. He turned to run, but immediately tripped. A hand with a strong grip had reached out of the ground and taken him by the ankle. This hand used DiY's counterweight to pull the rest of its body out of the grave. He saw DiY paralyzed with fear and shock, and determined it was all right to leave him on the ground for a while while he pulled his other buddies out of the ground.

"Well, that worked," one of them said, as they all drew their guns and prepared to shoot DiY in the head at the same time. But then the middle one went down in a heap. The other two turned - it was the gravedigger! He had been watching the entire thing after all and now stood over the mafioso he had taken down, shovel in hand. He now drew out a gun and pointed it at the other two.

"Two options here, gents. Respect the dead and leave the cemetery, or I put you in those graves for real this time."

They chose the former option.


gnarlycharlie had climbed up the bell tower of Our Lady of Serenity, but now realized this was a bad idea. For one, his ears were nearly bleeding due to the sound. For another, he was now trapped. The chandelier had briefly slowed his attackers. It would not stop them, and he knew it.

He couldn't hear much of anything due to the tolling bell, but he knew that there were most likely sets of footsteps below once the attackers had determined that he didn't flee the church via any of the doors. At least he had the high ground. He would make a fight of it, he decided.

And so he did, wrestling with the two attackers as they came up the stairs, trying to throw them off the tower or drive them right into the bell. His desperation and position only barely held off their numbers, and the fight was evenly-matched. Finally, gnarly held the upper hand, managing to get one of his attacker in a headlock. He quickly adjusted his position and took out a knife and held it out to the attacker's throat.

"Gun off the roof now, or he dies!" gnarly yelled, trying to make himself heard over the bell. "This can still end in stalemate!" The attacker with the knife to his neck, for his part, looked impassive. He would be of no help either way in deciding this.

The Mexican standoff continued for a very long and tense minute, when all of a sudden the door to the bell tower flew open and two more attackers emerged, one of them carrying a harpoon gun.

The attacker from the first set who wasn't in danger of being knifed was the fasted to react. "Drop, NOW!!!" he roared, and his partner went to his knees a split second before the person with the harpoon gun fired it right into gnarlycharlie's chest. He completely left go of the knife and the attacker, staggering back a few steps, already bleeding from the mouth. He had a look of complete shock on his face, which is the last thing anybody ever saw of him because of that moment he tumbled off the bell tower, getting thrown around the roof for a bit before finally crashing on the ground below, dead from both the harpoon wound and the fall.

The four attackers went back downstairs, where they could both talk properly.

"Well done, Seward's Folly," said one pair, smiling.

"Well done, Coinmen," said the other. They all tipped their hats and left Our Lady of Serenity, their task complete, to go their separate ways.


They were after his toe.

That's all Believer knew about his attackers, and that was enough. There were two of them, and both of them had knives out. It was almost kind of an insult, really. What, they didn't think enough of him to shoot him before amputating his toe? Was he not worth the bullets? Was he not dangerous enough to warrant use of quick and effective gunfire?

Of course, he knew the reason. He was trapped in a bar, which was a very enclosed space. He really had nowhere to go for this. Knives worked so much better in tight areas.

There were merits to being in a bar though - there were other people. Two of them, upon seeing the attackers advance on Believer, got up and turned on the attackers. Now they used guns, Believer saw. Very large and imposing ones, and quickly the two would-be defenders went back to their seats at the bar, muttering something about people not showing up. It was the thought that counted, right?

Right?

There wasn't that much time left. He was officially out of space, and they were still advancing on him. He was hoping, praying, begging for another savior, this time an effective one... and he got it. Two guns cocked simultaneously, and his attackers looked back to see a lone man holding two pistols akimbo-style at both of their heads. They were completely beaten to the draw.

Dropping their knives, they muttered apologies and scurried out of the bar.


B_Ray was almost there... almost to Mercy. His leg had hurt more and more on the miserable walk over. He figured it was probably infected. None of that mattered, though, he would get treatment from it. Treatment and safety. He was right at Mercy's doorstep. Literally.

Two armed figured blocked the way. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," he muttered. "Since when does Mercy have bouncers?"

"Orders of hospital security," one of them said. "A lot of unsavory figures have been getting treatment here recently. It's been putting the hospital way over budget and we need to prioritize treatment. So we've installed a password. If you know it, you're admitted. If you're not, you need to use the hospital in the next town over. Password?"

"Come on, guys! I'm a loyal townie! I've been working to help protect people at night, please let me in!!!"

The two figures only opened fire on B_Ray in reply, finishing up the job their comrades had started earlier in the night.

"I'm sorry," he said, "That's why we needed to get rid of you. And for the record, the password was 'Seward's Folly'."


9:01 AM, Monday, 13th November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"Right then," Fermanagh said, finishing up the day's briefings, "And now to the postmortem reports." He muttered something about 'khaan getting to do the reports on the days when there were fewer deaths, but nobody quite understood what he was saying.

"It seems as if more mafiosi were hit than townies a couple of nights back, but maybe that's because there aren't many townies left. In any case, Cahoma was a Luca and Scienter was a Made. On the other side of justice, guiri was a good townie and Psychonaut was one of my best men in the Fatlington PD. So congratulations on that hit, I guess." Fermanagh looked like he wanted to get off the podium as quickly as possible and go back to his whiskey, so he obliged Director Askthepizzaguy to begin proceedings as usual.


OOC

Day Seventeen begins. You are voting to lynch and select a Director.

Phase ends:

I'm operating on an extremely tight schedule right now, so you will either get feedback PMs now or sometime after the next 13 hours. Probably the latter, but we'll see.

Remember, night actions alone will not be enough to save you from the WOG.


Attacked = 61: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11, n12), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6, n15), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10), qlyphz (n10, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15), Believer (n16), Death is Yonder (n16), shlin28 (n16)

Wounded = 21: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11), Scottishranger (n13), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14)

Killed = 62: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma [Luca] (n14), guiri [townie] (n14), Psychonaut [detective] (n14), Scienter [Made] (n14), B_Ray (n16), gnarlycharlie (n16), Sigurd (n16), Sprig (n16)


Lynched = 16: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15), The Stranger (d15), BillMC (d16)

Wogged = 5: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4), Silver Jan (d16)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BSmith, Chaotix, Clitsome, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, kennigit, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, SisterCoyote, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II

[Erebus]

Select: Erebus

C'mon, you know you want to.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Select: Askthepizzaguy

You'll probably want a Director who is still breathing.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Going offline now (so no feedback until tomorrow), but I'd like to point out that in just a few short posts, Capo IV will break the all-time record for largest single thread in the Gameroom. Be proud, guys.

[Ishmael]

Just curious, what was the previous record holder?

[Sigurd]

Hmmm... so you did a hit against me Cunio? Well... you got it too. Did you lose your Don tonight and maybe a made as well?
From the list of alive players I would suggest lynching Autolycus, Neri and Krill... in that order.

Now face utter annihilation Cunio!!!

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey

Decisions made from desperation
No way to go
Internal instincts craving isolation
For me to grow

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing I...I just needed to realign

Fell in a river of illusion
And apathy
Drowning in a self-induced confusion
I'd rather be
Yeah!

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing I...I just needed to realign

The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

"Hello Fatlington, this is DJ Slice.

The song you just heard was "Realign by Godsmack. It would seem that a great and noble leader has died a great and noble death. This was a great personal loss for me, as the man was a family friend. He will be honored, and missed.

As for the other one, I have little to say. His skills were never in question, but his loyalties left much to be desired. Unfortunately that sort of thing is the kiss of death in this town.

I consider their deaths a tragedy. Much has been lost today; far too much. A moment of silence please."

[Ironside]

Just curious, what was the previous record holder?

Capo II. ATPG did beat me to the record post though. Capo III is on third place.

You can view it by selecting the forum to sort after most replies in the bottom of the page.

[TheLastDays]

Select: Oh! TheLastDays!

[Populus Romanus]

The Fatlington graveyard was experiencing a massive amount of traffic over the past year, due to certain circumstances. It was where Death is yonder was found, paying tribute to his fallen comrades and contemplating the meaning of it all. He was alone save for the silhouette of a gravedigger off in the distance, doing his work. He kept his distance from that gravedigger, occasionally marking his position while doing his pondering. You could never afford to be too cautious.

Three freshly-dug graves caught his eye. Usually the new graves due to the mafia deaths were in their own section, but these were off to the side, part of the main body of the cemetery. He walked over there, struggling to read the epitaphs in the moonlight. After some struggle, he was able to make out what they said. Strangely, it was the same thing on all three:

HERE LIES DEATH IS YONDER
MURDERED ON ORDERS OF DON STRACCI
12 NOVEMBER 1951

Then he saw the three Franklin silver 1951 half-dollars. He turned to run, but immediately tripped. A hand with a strong grip had reached out of the ground and taken him by the ankle. This hand used DiY's counterweight to pull the rest of its body out of the grave. He saw DiY paralyzed with fear and shock, and determined it was all right to leave him on the ground for a while while he pulled his other buddies out of the ground.

"Well, that worked," one of them said, as they all drew their guns and prepared to shoot DiY in the head at the same time. But then the middle one went down in a heap. The other two turned - it was the gravedigger! He had been watching the entire thing after all and now stood over the mafioso he had taken down, shovel in hand. He now drew out a gun and pointed it at the other two.

"Two options here, gents. Respect the dead and leave the cemetery, or I put you in those graves for real this time."

They chose the former option.

SURGEON KILL FTW

[gnarlycharlie]

can't say i'm surprised. at least i can get some sleep now. i'm not sure when i'll join you again. your games take too much time.

thanks all for everything.

[LazyMcCrow]

Select: Askthepizzaguy


vote: Erebus

[Erebus]

Vote: ATPG

Really surprised I didn't get attacked last night, pretty glad we decided not to protect me now.

[TheLastDays]

You should all select me. It makes me happy

[Niklas]

SURGEON KILL FTW

Hmm, what really happened at the graveyard? It certainly looks as if one of the attackers was killed by a Surgeon, but there was no death registered. Can we have a clarification?

Also:

select: Askthepizzaguy
vote: Seon

Let's take down a scheming surgeon.

[Askthepizzaguy]

@ Erebus

Nothing can protect you now.

[Jarema]

select: ATPG
vote: Erebus