Capo de Tutti Capi [Concluded]

[Stig]

Are you death or dead? Because... How can you kill death?

nehnehneh
dead, death all the same

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Night Three Summary

theRTWGuru was walking home after a tasty dinner at the local White Castle. It had been a rough day and the weather – though drier – continue gray and dreary. However, 37 mini-burgers had definitely perked up his mood – even if the coffee had been lousy. As he stepped into the street in front of his apartment building, an old-fashioned Ford V6 zipped in front of him, with the driver’s window rolled down and a Tommy Gun pointing his way! He moved as the driver opened fire, hoping to get behind the cover of another parked car. He needn’t have worried, the long burst fired by the driver/gunmen was more of a religious shooting experience – spray and pray – than well-aimed fire. The first burst missed, the car was past, and Guru had cover and a couple of places to run. The car did not come back for a second pass.


Major Robert Dump was on edge – the murders of the previous evenings had made him wary – so he was ready when “it” happened. His attacker stood in front of him, masked and wearing a trenchcoat. The alley from whence his attacker had come held a few more shadows of some vague shape, but no other threat came forward.

“Your money or your life!” grumbled his assailant.

“You’re going to mug me,” MRD said, almost chuckling.

“I said your money or…”

He didn’t finish because MRD kicked him in the knee and then went for the knife. They struggled, neither one really dominating the other, when quickly turning a corner was one of Fermanagh’s policemen, out walking his beat in the freezing air.

“What’s all this then?” shouted the cop as he ran up, revolver pointing at the two struggling men. “You there, drop the knife or I’ll shoot.”

MRD’s assailant complied.

“Thanks officer,” said Major Robert. “I never thought I’d be this happy to see the cops.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said the cop, raising the revolver quickly to face level and putting a bullet right between MRD’s eyes. “Don’t trouble yourself about anything.”

The “cop” tossed the pistol into the nearest storm drain, stripped the white glove off of his shooting hand and dropped it on MRD’s corpse. The uniform was dumped in the trash nearby as both men faded into the alley and made one with the night.


AggonyDuck wasn’t nearly so lucky. He got home safely enough, but when he hung up his Navy pea-coat a chloroformed rag came out of the closet and square onto his surprised inhale. He awoke tied spread eagle to his own fireplace mantle and hearth, a sock taped firmly in his mouth, barely allowing him to breathe.

His attacker faced him – dressed normally, his identity obvious – slowly flexing a triple strand of 1/8-inch steel cable. It had been braided along most of its length, but the last 8-10 inches were loose strands with frayed ends. Ducky screamed into the gag. As the flogging continued, each slash from the whip would land with incredible power, bruising or breaking bones if the braided portion hit, tearing flesh if the frayed ends hit first. Ducky was a tough character and lasted 20 minutes or so. He lasted through the cracked and shattered ribs, the broken collar and cheekbones; he endured and even managed to stay conscious when the right eye was torn out and left to dangle by its optic nerve and blood vessels. A final slash with the whip crushed his larynx and he, finally, mercifully, choked to death on his own blood.

At dawn that next morning, pevergreen swung open his front door – it moved heavily – and discovered AggonyDuck’s body attached to the door, the braided wire whip under his arms to suspend him from the knocker. He retched uncontrollably, then staggered inside to call the cops. They took Ducky down, finding the following note shoved into the pocket of his pants:

Virtue is unrewarded, death awaits the fair,
Your unneeded kindnesses pollute this rotting air.
Blessed are the avaricious, for they shall inherit Fatlington.


[I]Moros wasn’t sleeping well. He kept having weird dreams about being forced to sleepwalk and of his mom forcing him to eat oatmeal….As first rays of sunlight fell onto his bed, Moros yawned and got dressed, pleased with the ray of sunlight.
Almost immediately he became aware of a strong odor in the air - he couldn't quite place it, but it reminded him of cereal, or oatmeal of some sort. He wondered what the smell could mean. The memory of the recent killings came to him, and he became very nervous, wondering if the smell was indication of some sort of poison. He opened his bedroom door and was stunned to find the smell stronger in his house. He retreated into his bedroom, very worried now. Still, he couldn't detect any symptoms of deadly gas.

Then the phone rang. He swung his head towards it, suddenly extremely suspicious of the phone. It rang two more times before he answered it.[/I]

“Good morning, Moros,” a voice said.

“Who is this?” asked Moros.

“It seems you have a slight problem with the quality of your air this morning”

“Who are you, and what have you done?”

“Relax, please. What you smell is a harmless, natural food product - grain. Nothing to worry about - inhaling it shouldn't be dangerous.”

Moros did relax, slightly, though his voice did not lose its edge, “What are you doing, and what is the meaning of this?”

“Of course,” the voice continued, “In the right grain-to-air mixture, it is highly explosive."

Moros’ mind flashed back twenty years to when he was a 17-year old Marine fighting Sandino’s guerillas. The image of a grain silo suddenly exploding and killing half a platoon vivid after all these years….the adrenaline shot through him.

Why don't you look out your window?” said the voice.

Moros glanced out the window in time to see a flaming projectile arcing through the air…

It lanced through the window of a town home two blocks away, just visible up the street from the window where he stood. Breaking through the window there was a gust of flame, followed by a powerful explosion that gutted the townhome as well as the neighboring homes to either side. It even cracked the window where Moros was standing.

Stunned and worried, Moros glanced at the phone – only a dial tone now – left his room….

“This isn’t my house, it’s just the same floorplan…”

Moros’ house had, indeed, been blown to fragments, he just wasn’t in it at the time. He went down stares warily, his quick search finding the townhome where he was to be empty. Same floorplan, minimal furniture, but essentially empty. On the small table in the kitchen, he found a steaming bowl of oatmeal – the source of the grainy smell in this townhome – with a politle typed note next to it, reading:

Eat hearty, oatmeal is good for your health.

A white glove was found on the doorstep of Moros’ rubbled home.


An hour or so later, a stunned committee took in Seamus’ report of the nights events. Chief Fermanagh looked tired, but not entirely unhappy.

“Alright, me lads…pardon, my officers have been working hard to follow up on our deceased and determine what we could. I have happy news to report. You got one! Kralizec looked squeaky clean on the surface, but rummaging through his accounts and effects we realize that he was another Al Capone – you lynched the Don, the leader, of one of these despicable gangs. Hizzoner may really have come up with a way for Fatlington to live, and you’ve all done your part. Well done folks, well done…”

A short pause.

“Stig too was a criminal. We’d had indications before this, but nothing conclusive. There was, however, nothing to connect him to one of the predatory gangs, so our current theory is that he wouldn’t play ball so he was taken for a ride – well, in his case a bad dinner.”

"Our other losses were, according to all we can find out, both innocent townsmen who committed suicide under the stress of things. Ichigo was distraught for some time, facing turmoil at home, and this appears to have driven him to flights of fancy. He claimed to have attempted a murder, failed at it, and apparently…er…lost his way. Tribesman had enemies – anyone who chatted politics with him would confirm that. They would tell you he knew all the tricks: puns, metaphor, dramatic irony even….sarcasm. Despite which he calmly and deliberately drank himself to death."

"I hope you can continue your previous success today and continue to root out these scum. Good luck.”

OOC

Day 4 voting begins (Lynch only), directed by Redleg. Voting deadline: 1400 hrs EST 1/24/7 -- we'll cycle at 1400 thereafter if at all possible.


Butcher’s Bill, to Date:

Attacked: Proletariat (N1), Sasaki Kojiro (N1), Redleg (N2), Moros (N3), theRTWGuru (N3)

Lynched: Kralizec (D2), Beirut (D3)

Murdered: GeneralHankerchief (N1), Stig (N2), AggonyDuck (N3), Major Robert Dump (N3)

Suicided: Ichigo, (D2), Tribesman (D2)

WoGged: Nobody, and please keep it that way.

[Moros]

I guess I was saved, thanks to those who did it. To bad to hear that the mafia did 2 succesfull kills tough.

[The Stranger]

Not neccesarily mafia though... maybe pro-townies killed a mafia member...

Pevergreen show the results! Luca's can also investigate right. How will you prove you are a detective and no Luca.

How will you explain the fact that you knew (very surely) that Kralizec was a Don. You knew that before the data was revealed and also shortly after he was lynched.

[Moros]

From the ones being attacked or killed the only one people had heard some rumours about of being mafia was MRD. He was killed by two, so this might have been one. But still I doubt it because of the white glove thing.

It would also surprise me if I or Aggony were killed by townies, noone ever suspected us. Oh wait I've been named as one of the dutchguys but I think I've proven to be quite pro town.

I can't think of a reason why Aggony or theRTWguru were to be killed by townies. Both of them weren't suspected of anything. I even believe that guru wasn't an active player.

[The Stranger]

I know nothing of Beirut. Though I suspected him to be mafia before Kralizec made his mistake. Also I know not who sent the PM to Andres, I asked him to tell me but he said he'd keep his mouth shut.

[Omanes Alexandrapolites]

My dearest fellows, The Stranger is an innocent towns person working with one other townee and one wise guy. That is what I believe and know for an almost fact. He is working for the good of the town. Trust me! Keep him alive.

And for now I:
Vote: luigi VI di Fatlington

I'm not experienced, but his actions seem to be a danger to an innocent person.

[Banquo's Ghost]

Tribesman had enemies – anyone who chatted politics with him would confirm that. They would tell you he knew all the tricks: puns, metaphor, dramatic irony even….sarcasm. Despite which he calmly and deliberately drank himself to death."

Should've nailed his head to a table.

Vote: Spiny Norman.

[The Stranger]

you vote who?

AndresTheCunning - 2 (Sasaki Kojiro, Moros)
Pevergreen - 2 (Kagemusha,Crazed Rabbit)
luigi VI di Fatlington - 1 (Omanes Alexandrapolites)
Alexander - 1 (Caius Flaminius)
ByzantineKnight - 1 (doc_bean)
Abstain - 1 (ATPG)

[GeneralHankerchief]

Hm, interesting.

My list included a Godfather, a probable Mafioso, and a Wiseguy on it.

Kinda makes you think, doesn't it...

[Louis VI the Fat]

However as noted in my first message, there are several issues that need to be resolved before the voting phase truely commences. I am frankly more interested in the discussions between The Stranger and luigi VI di Fatlington and the three way discussion between luigi VI di Fatlington, Pannonian and ByzantinePrince there is a clue available there I think.

There is a clue available there indeed. That clue is that Luigi VI di Fatlington is always right.

post #462: Luigi VI: ' Your mafia friend nonetheless is dead meat though.

I think I'm going to have myself a Dutch treat tonight, I'll bring a fine bottle of Bordeaux.

Vote: Kralizec'.
The next day, Kralizec turns out to be a don.

I also put some pressure on a wise guy here, Stig. He however was of the light side of the force and was striving towards a town victory.

post #738: Luigi VI 'Vote: Beirut'.
Y'all will have to wait 'till tomorrow to find out what his role was...

post #829
Luigi VI: 'Andres, you have been PM-ed your role ages ago. Hours before you said here you didn't have your role description yet.'
Seamus, the next day: I PM'd him his role about 15-20 minutes after posting notice of his entrance to the game.

Luigi VI, at The Stranger: 'You seem to be revelling a bit much in the dead of an innocent, clean wise guy (=Stig).
Seamus, the next day: Stig too was a criminal. We’d had indications before this, but nothing conclusive. There was, however, nothing to connect him to one of the predatory gangs,

I was criticizing The Stranger for plotting against Stig, because he failed to realise that Stig was a wise guy working for the town.
Now of course both the townies and the mafia know that The Stranger is a townie, so both leave him alive for that reason.
And I for one won't vote for him on the principle that one doesn't lynch townies. But either he made an error or something is brewing.
*keeps a firm eye on The Stranger and buddies*

Perhaps though, The Stranger doesn't realise the difference between a wise guy and a made / mafia?:

The Stranger:
Mafia Losses:
General Hankerchief (Luca)
Kralizec (Don)
Stig (Made)
Beirut (Probably Made)

As to the three way discussion between me, Pannonian and ByzantinePrince (Knight):
ByzantineKnight is (probably) town working with *** and ***.

Pannonian will do his own explanation after reading the following:
Why, Pannonian, are there at least two townies on this list: 'Andres should be lynched. But I'd like the town to delay it until The_Stranger, Motep and pevergreen are dealt with'. Why do you want them hanged so much?

[The Stranger]

Luigi... I said Made because that was what I read... or i made up out of the narrative... I know the difference i just thought the autopsy said Made...

I already apologized.

[Redleg]

There is a clue available there indeed. That clue is that Luigi VI di Fatlington is always right.

Yes indeed this might be the actual clue of the discussion.

I find it interesting that in a PM I am accused of being mafia because of MRD's post. Now there is no evidence that demonstrates I am other then what I am, a pro-townie townie.

Anyone care to conduct an investigation on me?


I particulerly like your comments toward The Stranger,

As to the three way discussion between me, Pannonian and ByzantinePrince (Knight):
ByzantineKnight is (probably) town working with *** and ***.

Pannonian will do his own explanation after reading the following:
Why, Pannonian, are there at least two townies on this list: 'Andres should be lynched. But I'd like the town to delay it until The_Stranger, Motep and pevergreen are dealt with'. Why do you want them hanged so much?

I to am wondering what his response will be.

Andres has gotten off my short list of candidates for investigation for now because while his actual role is unknow by me at the momment, he for the moment is not a threat in my opinion to the town.

[The Stranger]

Pevergreen can do a investigation... though I dont trust him...

[Pannonian]

Pannonian will do his own explanation after reading the following:
Why, Pannonian, are there at least two townies on this list: 'Andres should be lynched. But I'd like the town to delay it until The_Stranger, Motep and pevergreen are dealt with'. Why do you want them hanged so much?

Because pevergreen has claimed he is a detective, and The_Stranger and Motep have also been behaving erratically, starting with The_Stranger's riddle "I'm THE DON". The_Stranger meandered all over the place after I kept pressing him for a satisfactory explanation. As I said, he was either pro-Mafia or an unhelpful townie, based on his behaviour. Motep's behaviour is more classically Mafia, trying to start a bandwagon on Sasaki among others for little reason, and agreeing with me in a post that seemed to say much but contained little substance, in a manner reminiscent of Kommodus' backing of my accusation of Uesugi Kenshin in Mafia III. There were a number of things that made me suspicious of pevergreen, but he claimed to be detective.

Hence my proposal that pevergreen should investigate The_Stranger and Motep, and then we execute those two. By the night following the second execution, the autopsy for the first lynchee should be available, and we could compare the autopsy results with pevergreen's investigations, and decide whether pevergreen should follow.

Those were my initial thoughts. However, pevergreen is taking an awful long time to come back with his investigations, and I'm less sure of The_Stranger now than I was. However, Motep should still hang. His explanations of his role and behaviour are even less convincing than The_Stranger's.

And Andres? I'm sure he's guilty, or unhelpful to the point of being effectively guilty. He'll hang sooner or later. I'm just interested in seeing if pevergreen is as clean as some people claim.

[Moros]

pevergreen can't eb detective. He was in a group. Detectives can't do that!

[Andres]

And Andres? I'm sure he's guilty, or unhelpful

Did you even did the effort of reading post 944 in this thread? Or are you ignoring it on purpose?

*sigh*

Sure you can lynch TS, Motep and me, pretend you want to lynch pevergreen and meanwhile keep him alive for another turn or 2, 3, 4... allowing him to continue his killing spree for another turn or 2, 3, 4...

[CountArach]

Vote: Andres the Cunning.

Andres, if you show us the PM, then I will change my vote to someone else, or I will Abstain. Also I'm sure that someone will try to protect you.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

AndresTheCunning - 3 (Sasaki Kojiro, Moros, CountArach)
Pevergreen - 2 (Kagemusha,Crazed Rabbit)
luigi VI di Fatlington - 1 (Omanes Alexandrapolites)
Alexander - 1 (Caius Flaminius)
ByzantineKnight - 1 (doc_bean)
Abstain - 1 (ATPG)

EDIT: Added List

[Moros]

please update the tally!

AndresTheCunning - 3 (Sasaki Kojiro, Moros, CountArach)
Pevergreen - 2 (Kagemusha,Crazed Rabbit)
luigi VI di Fatlington - 1 (Omanes Alexandrapolites)
Alexander - 1 (Caius Flaminius)
ByzantineKnight - 1 (doc_bean)
Abstain - 1 (ATPG)