Capo de Tutti Capi - II [Concluded]

[Proletariat]

I'm in the kitchen right now buttering a muffin, will not be active for a few minutes

[Sasaki Kojiro]

It sounds that he may be a Don without his Luca, yes. Sadly we can't suggest that Dons can survive a single attempt on their life alone - it's not mentioned in the rules and only I and other Dons have knowledge of it.

Interesting.

I've chose to promote Louis to Made status. Once I get confirmation from Seamus I'll let him enter this secret area - once he's in, he can't turn back.

uh huh.

Don't reveal any of us beyond you to him until he is a Made though. Up to then he still can betray us/"go straight" behind our back. The reveal of one gangster can be recovered from, while the reveal of us all is deadly.

Sorry louis, there's no way omanes would have revealed anything to you unless you had been promoted to made.

You also tried to save a know gangster.

[Andres]

I'm in the kitchen right now buttering a muffin, will not be active for a few minutes

[Myrddraal]

It sounds that he may be a Don without his Luca, yes. Sadly we can't suggest that Dons can survive a single attempt on their life alone - it's not mentioned in the rules and only I and other Dons have knowledge of it.

Is Omanes saying that Don's can survive once without protection???

Does this remind you of any of the early attacks? Where people miraculously survived?

Also, it reminds me of something. I made a note early on in the game:

"Beefy says: "Thanks for letting me run out of luck too..""

But now given this new evidence, could he be a don?

I don't really remember the early game so well, except I remember there were others who were attacked who somehow survived, I just didn't make a note. If there are too many of them, it would seem unlikely that several dons were hit in the first few nights, but it's just a thought.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Main thread post #1745

"Babys black balloon makes her fly
I almost fell into that hole in your life
And youre not thinking about tomorrow
cause you were the same as me
But on your knees"
-- Goo Goo Dolls


Summary, Night Four

Proletariat left the wine bar that evening in good spirits, a gentle sense of euphoria – and her trusty umbrella -- carrying her through the rain in comfort. Though it was a dark and stormy night, darkness held little terror for Proletariat, and she refused to let the threat hanging over everyone in Fatlington prevent her from living her life as she wished. With a firm step, she turned toward the little park near the end of the boardwalk, intending to talk a brief walk among the trees and walk home on the boardwalk with its view of the dark Atlantic.

As she left the park and climbed the stairs to the boardwalk, she felt a stinging sensation in her neck. She grabbed quickly at the spot, only to find what appeared to be a sharpened dart with a single, perfect yellow rose attached. Proletariat knew what was coming, and ran for home. Amazed to have outrun whoever was pursuing her, she gratefully slammed the door and bolted it behind her. Then she thought about her neck.

<>

Turning over the dart in her hand, Prole’ noticed that the small yellow rose to find it rolled in some sort of paper. She unrolled it -- it seemed to go on forever – but finally came to a simple message. "JUST KIDDING" was written in bold letters.

<>

But she never finished the thought. She heard the hissing, smelled chloroform and then…

Proletariat awoke an hour or so later back in her favorite little park. Her head was resting on a pillow and someone had erected a tarp to shield her from the rain. As she looked around, the scene got even weirder. The tree nearest her had been defaced with a message carved into the bark, "Blessings are for the head of the just, but a rod for the back of the fool," her feet were stapled to the ground with what appeared to be horseshoes and her neck was clenched in a wire noose attached to a – deflated – weather balloon.

After freeing herself from the noose – someone had thoughtfully cut the ropes binding her hands – Proletariat noticed that the balloon had been deflated with a shotgun just before it would have yanked her upright to her death. She couldn’t make much sense of what was written on the balloon – “ncetnoni” – but she was grateful for whomever, or whatever, had saved her from a grisly death. It would be an hour before she could pry up the “staples” holding her in place.


Twilightblade was riding home after dinner – though it wasn’t an easy drive. The threatened rain had finally come and he could barely see 100 yards ahead. He was just about at the middle of the block when a car spun across the mouth of the far intersection blocking the entire street. Twilightblade slammed on the brakes. A quick glance in his rearview mirror revealed another car turning to block the intersection through which he’d just come.

<> thought T’blade. <>

Twighlightblade got out of the car but left the motor running. Drenched and ducking for cover, he could just make out the sedan blocking the mid-block alley on the passenger side. He turned.

The alley on his side was empty? ‘Blade didn’t wait to ponder why, he just pelted through the rain and puddles into the alley and away from the ambush. With the rain and poor visibility, he was a shadow after 10 seconds and gone in the next. When his car was retrieved early the next morning, Twilightblade noticed that it had been “keyed.” Someone had been just a little frustrated.


Kommodus was just a bit “defensive” this evening. He carried a .38 snub-nose as an equalizer and sported a sturdy bulletproof vest under his coat. It was beastly hot, even with the rain pounding down, but the protection was worth it. He worked his way back to his row home with a careful attention for his surroundings – awareness was the best defense. When the Fedora-clad figure stepped out from behind the stairs of the row home two houses up, even shadowed by the drenching rain, Kommodus was ready.

“Kommodus, you’re a filthy crook and its time to stand trial.”

Kommodus clicked off the safety on the .38, but kept it concealed. “Trial? Who the heck are you,” he said.

“I? The jury.” The stranger brought a gun up quickly, but Kommodus was every bit as fast with his snub. Both fired at the same time and both hit smack-dab in the center of mass. The stranger grunted and staggered back. Kommodus slammed back into the banister of the stairwell he’d just passed.

<> thought Kommodus. The impact had broken ribs and he could feel a sharp searing pain in his left lung. Try as he might he couldn’t steady the snub for a second shot. The stranger stepped closer, breathing hard but coming forward.

“Nice shot, Kommo,” he grunted. “Too bad you prefer a lady’s gun.”

The stranger leveled his .577 Webley with both hands and shot Kommodus in the knee, shattering it and causing quick pulses of blood from a torn vein. Kommodus cut off the short scream, he’d let escape – desperately trying to regain control. He was woozy from the blood loss, both internal and external, and dropped the .38.

A .38 snub-nose was hardly a “lady’s gun” but the Webley fired a truly massive slug that could transmit lots of damage even through armor. Apparently, the stranger’s vest was more than ready for a .38 slug but Kommodus’ came up short against the .577.

“Say Goodnight Gracie,” said the stranger, mimicking George Burns. A carefully aimed shot hit the listless Kommodus in the neck, immediately below the adam’s apple, and the impact of the mushrooming bullet actually severed his head. The head bounced down the steps against which Kommodus had been leaning to roll into the rain-filled gutter. Nobody on the entire block admitted to seeing a thing.


Moros made only one mistake – he used the elevator. One of the most wonderful modern conveniences, the elevator gave everyone access to all 4 floors of the Public Library without the huffing and puffing entailed by several flights of stairs. It also put Moros in a confined space with only one exit.

He never really knew what hit him. His arrival had been announced by a beautiful brass dial pointing to the elevator’s current floor and a polite little as the elevator reached the main level. The “potato masher” grenades had been allowed to “cook off” for a couple of seconds so they were more or less perfectly timed to go off just after being tossed into the elevator in the sumptuous Victorian lobby of the Library. The elevator would be unavailable for service for some time. A single perfect yellow rose made a striking contrast sitting gently on Moros’ torn body.


Xiahou and Sapi were in the midst of a conversation. Sapi seemed reluctant to go along with whatever Xiahou was proposing – but that wouldn’t matter much longer. Using the heavy rain along with trench coats and wide brimmed hats to shield their idenity, 3 gunmen stepped forward and – despite a dozen potential witnesses – pulled up tommy guns and shotguns to attack Xiahou.

Xiahou was hit several times quickly, but still managed slide across a park car and seek cover on the far side of the engine. His assailants closed the distance. Next, from across the street, another brace of gunmen opened fire with what appeared to be Browning auto-rifles. No one would ever be sure who killed Xiahou. He was hit from both directions at once as he staggered for the safety of an open doorway. Wounded more than a dozen times, he bled out before the ambulance could arrive.

The ambulance couldn’t do anything for Sapi either. He hadn’t been hit and wasn’t even targete. Unfortunately, as he backed horror-struck into the street away from the shooters, he’d placed himself in front of a large delivery truck that was already screeching to a halt to avoid the gunfire. It stopped short of the line of fire, but not of Sapi. He broke both legs and his neck in the impact, landing face down in the rain-filled gutter. Paralyzed from the neck break and unable to scream, he drowned in 4 inches of water.


<> thought Proletariat. She’d developed a taste for the stuff while serving a stint as a nurse during the first year of the occupation. Tonight had been horrific enough to where she needed her own brand of comfort food along with just a bit of sake – at the proper temperature. She called Yoshioka-san – there was exactly one authentic Japanese style resteraunt in Fatlington, the Backroom at Yoshi’s tap house where a priviledged few were served the cuisine they’d come to love – and asked to come by for a very late dinner.

Nearly 2 hours later, Proletariat was walking through a dark and quiet Fatlington, a little apprehensive to be out again on her own, but warmed by the glow of warm sake and delicate sashimi. The desire for sushi makes one take strange chances – and in this case a dangerous chance.

She was nearly home when she saw a man standing in front of her apartment house, carrying what looked like at least half a dozen red and green balloons. She gave a little gasp as her warm dinner suddenly surged in a desire to reverse course.

<>

Proletariat forced herself to steady. Her right hand rested on the semi automatic in her coat pocket – thumbing off the safety. It was locked and loaded (she’d taken to leaving a round chambered) and she was a good shot. If this man meant harm, she’d do what was needful.

”Care for a balloon, miss,” said the stranger spoke, with a difficult to place European accent? “I’d suggest a green one, matches your eyes perfectly!”

“No. Now step aside.”

“Ma’am,” said the stranger questioningly, his face assuming a “hurt puppy-dog” look. “A red one perhaps?”

“Get that f…” Prole caught herself. Surely this man meant no harm? He certainly looked harmless enough. Plus, nothing a shot to the head wouldn’t solve.

“I find I don’t like balloons much, anymore. No thank you.”

”With my compliments then,” said the man, extending a green balloon her way. Prole involuntarily backed up a few steps, taking her into the street.

Some 70 yards away, a pale man waiting in his car saw Proletariat back into the street, gunned the engine and slammed the car into gear. << Can’t believe it’s almost over,>> the driver thought. <> The car quickly ate the distance between itself and Prole.’

Prole glance at the car, then noticed that the balloon salesman was blocking the space between cars she’d just come through – she was trapped! Prole cleared her semi automatic smoothly, but it was too late. She heard the “balloon” salesman shouting “Sayonara” as she turned to take a desperate shot at the car.

Which slammed to a sudden and unexpected stop less than 50 feet away. Somehow, someone in a car only 30 feet away had nudged the nose of their vehicle into the street just in time to absorb the killing impact meant for Proletariat.

The balloon salesman flung his change belt at Proletariat as a distraction and ducked into the doorway of the store they’d been standing near. A planned escape route got him safely away. The driver of the kill car, cursing failure, slammed his car into reverse before Proletariat could get off a clear shot and made it out of sight. The car was abandoned shortly thereafter. Prole’ never saw the driver who’d blocked her death. She went home to spend a sleepless night.


Waffles. GeneralHankerchief loved them. The rich buttery taste, the way they soaked up the sweetly bitter maple syrup. Today must begin with waffles, he thought. He was up before dawn, still night at least technically, and on his bike and headed down the boardwalk to his favorite breakfast haunt. Last night’s drenching rain had given way to clear sky and slightly cooler weather. He would be the first customer of the day for a change, but then again maybe not – no one in Fatlington was sleeping well these days. He was about halfway up the boardwalk when his bike lurched and ground to a quick mushy stop.

<> thought GH! “Always be prepared” he said out loud, chuckling.

He always had a pump with him – his waffling need not be interrupted. As he knelt on one knee to fix the tire, a friendly voice spoke from behind:

"Perhaps you need a little more "air."

A quick pinprick sensation in his neck and GH was suddenly fumbling, moving too slowly to counter the threat. His hands were yanked behind him and quickly handcuffed together. Barely able to stand he offered no resistance when the wire noose was flung over his head.

The voice quietly chucked, then spoke. “This pump is much better then yours.” GH could barely make out the face of the man now staring rapturously at the auto inflation pump he was engaging – a powerful compressed gas transfer tool. It was….

An auto-inflation tank quickly filled the weather balloon to capacity, taking GeneralHankerchief skyward while strangling him. It took him several minutes to die, slowly strangling as the first true rays of dawn reflected off his faintly struggling form and the bright, silver balloon. His death did spare him the pain he would have felt when, after a trip of more than a mile, his body was impaled on one of the long brass horns of the gargoyle/drain spouts atop the Hotel Abbatoir. He hung there in the sun for some time.

The balloon had been carefully stenciled with the legend Matt. 12:31
The police found GH's bike in the same spot he left it, except for the little bicycle pump, that now had a neatly printed little card attached reading “16 over 100.” This tidbit of evidence was, of course, mis-placed by one of Fermanagh’s “crack” detectives – apparently anyone with a working brain was already undercover. It was found, hours later and returned to the evidence locker….with a patrol shift’s doughnut order on the back. Ah…Fatlington.


Morning, Day Five.

<> thought Fermanagh. <>

“So anyway, the results on pevergreen indicate that he was some kind of criminal – a WiseGuy is the term we kept hearing – but wasn’t know to be part of one of the reputed crime families. He was said to be affiliated with all sorts of shady groups. I say we’re better off without him.”

“Lord Winter, on the other hand, was just what he appeared to be – an innocent Fatling who got murdered by the mafia scum who are terrorizing us all. I implore you to hang them all higher than Haman!”

Fermanagh left the room. Louis reminded everyone about the procedures for the evening meeting and further reminded that a Director – not necessarily a new one – should also be selected today.



OOC

1. Voting for lynch and Selection of Director for Days 6 & & commences. All votes need to be recorded in this thread by 1200 EST 16 Feb 08 (1700 GMT).

2. NO EDITED VOTES WILL BE TOLERATED. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE THE VOTING PROCESS IF YOU DO.

3. List of Players:

Still Alive: (59) ajaxfetish, Alexander the Pretty Good, Andres, Big King Sanctaphrax, Brave Sir Robin, Caeser the III, Caius, Charge, Chimpyang, CountArach, Cowhead418, Craterus, Crazed Rabbit, Draco Leman, Dutch guy, Elite Ferret, Evil_Maniac from Mars, FactionHeir, gibsonsg91921, Haudegen, Hiji, Husar, Ichigo, Ironside, JimBob, Joe Monks, johnhughthom, Jubal_Barca, Kagemusha, KamiKhaan, KukriKhan, Leet Erikson, LittleGrizzly, Louis VI the Fat, Lt. Pinard, Makanyane, molonthegreat, Motep, Myrrdraal, Northnovas, norwegian nerd, Proletariat, Roadkill, Rob_the_Celt, Rythmic, Sarathos, Sasaki Kojiro, scottishranger, shlin28, Sigurd Fafnesbane, TinCow, Tran, TruePraetorian, Twilightblade, Warluster, Warmaster Horus, woad&fangs, Xdeathfire, Xehh II.

Attacked: (15) Andres (N2, N3), Beefy187 (N1), Caius (N3), Cowhead418 (N2), Evil_Maniac from Mars (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N2, N3), Glenn (N1, N2), Proletariat (N4, N4), taka (N2), Twilightblade (N4), Xdeathfire (N1)

Murdered: (12) Drisos (N1), Lord Winter (N2), Beefy187 (N3), Glenn (N3), Pannonian (N3), taka (N3), The Stranger (N3), Zorg (N3), GeneralHankerchief (N4), Kommodus (N4), Moros (N4), Xiahou (N4)

Lynched: (4) pevergreen (D2), Hannibalbarca (D3), Tiberius of the Drake (D3), Omanes Alexandrapolites (D4)

Removed from Play: (4) Fahad I (D4), Killfr3nzy (D4), x-dANGEr (D4), Sapi (N4)

4. Investigation results and the like posted as time permits.

[GeneralHankerchief]

So I'm in the weather balloon mafia, eh Louis?

Kill him.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Eh, you conveniently forget to mention one little detail: your original plan was to let me, a Made gangster, live and to get an innocent (yep, you know damn well that our "second" Wiseguy wasn't Tran, not to mention the other subtle changes you made in our Stracci hideout quicktopic you quoted.) lynched instead of a mafioso.


Oh, and no need to make this reflection either: why did it take Louis so long to just copy paste the information he just posted? Did he want to treat the material very carefully, to make sure no subtle changes or modifications are made to the original?

I'm just an evil mafioso telling nothing but lies. Everything I say are lies, idiocy and should be ignored

I'll enjoy seeing you all die at the hands of Louis

Omanes says tran was his wise guy and if he had changed the log you could have posted the changes. Your still mafia scum andres

[Pannonian]

So I'm in the weather balloon mafia, eh Louis?

Kill him.

Let's not be hasty here. There are still questions that need to be answered about Louis.

Such as how high to hang him.

[Andres]

Omanes says tran was his wise guy and if he had changed the log you could have posted the changes. Your still mafia scum andres :smash

:

You can't lynch all three (or is it four? Or maybe five? Who knows?) of us today...

Besides, the triple, quadruple lynch system is bound to fail: one mistake in a tally, one last minute vote by mistake and bye bye triple lynch

You were one of those editing his post to change a vote, which is was (Seamus has forbidden this) one way to make the multiple lynch system fail.

Wasn't said multiple lynches system your idea, you manipulative sneaky old snake

"We need to lynch four players at a time!" = The perfect tool to make the town screw up again and again and again and...

I've always loved your style and dirty tricks Sasaki

Vote : Sasaki Kojiro


Off course, my vote is subject to change. Many changes, that is

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Prole got attacked twice and saved twice by a single person. Looks like she's a mafia don to me.

Unfortunately andres and dutch guy are still alive. We have to wonder if louis will lynch them. Although it appears they didn't make any attempt to kill last night.

Utmost priority we select a trustworthy director today.

Kommodus seems to have been killed by a solitary figure.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

:

You can't lynch all three (or is it four? Or maybe five? Who knows?) of us today...

Besides, the triple, quadruple lynch system is bound to fail: one mistake in a tally, one last minute vote by mistake and bye bye triple lynch

You were one of those editing his post to change a vote, which is was (Seamus has forbidden this) one way to make the multiple lynch system fail.

I posted a correct tally two minutes after my vote change to make sure it was shown right. Also, it clearly wasn't an attempt to make the multiple lynch system fail as we weren't trying for 4 lynches anymore at that point.

Wasn't said multiple lynches system your idea, you manipulative sneaky old snake

"We need to lynch four players at a time!" = The perfect tool to make the town screw up again and again and again and...

4 players in question--Andres(admitted made), xdeath(confirmed bad wise guy), GH(suspect) and sigurd(suspect).

[TinCow]

Louis' role as Director really screws up our ability to do a multilynch today. If I were in his position, I would let everyone off just to frustrate the town. So, I conclude that we'll only get to lynch one person today. Might as well make it Louis and get it out of the way. We can then elect a trustworthy Director and arrange an absolutely massive multi-lynch tomorrow.

[Omanes Alexandrapolites]

I have an apology/confession to make. I unknowingly leaked a red area of my role PM in the private area - regarding the luck and survival chances that Dons have without the aid of their Luca. By the time I had realised Andres and Dutch_guy had read it, so I felt there was no point in editing it out - doing so could not repair already performed harm. At the time I also knew that these two would not reveal this detail to anybody else externally, so the damage caused was limited.

As you may expect though, I was not anticipating the entire discussion thread ending up in the public arena. I quickly deleted the topic after Louis' betrayal to avoid him using it for his personal gain or revealing anything contained within it, but this clearly failed - he must have grabbed hold of it long before I destroyed all the information contained within it.

My sincere apologies for any problems/imbalances this may have caused

[Kagemusha]

In my mind we have couple options. We could just vote Louis and lynch him. Or if you can promise to honor the wishes of the town, by allowing us multiple lynch, we could lynch more then one people and lynch Louis later.What say you Louis? So for now Vote: Abstain and select: Kagemusha

[TinCow]

Select: Sasaki

With the death of Kommodus, he's the only person alive I trust fully. I will wait on my lynch vote until we discuss this in more detail. Given how many problems it causes in a thread this size, I'm going to try avoid vote changes from now on.

[Dutch_guy]

Unfortunately andres and dutch guy are still alive. We have to wonder if louis will lynch them. Although it appears they didn't make any attempt to kill last night.

Can't say anything about that, but I do agree she has to go.

[Kagemusha]

Can't say anything about that, but I do agree she has to go.

She?

EDIT: Oh crap should have read more carefully

[Husar]

It's funny how it's mostly the mafia posting here in the thread.

[scottishranger]

Select Sasaki

He seems to have the best interests of the town at heart, but of course I cant be sure. I simply dont know who to trust now.


The multi lynch is incredibly frustrating, if we get off vote, then we let alot of suspects get off without getting the really important people.

Right now Prole is pretty suspicous to me. She survivied two attacks with only one protector. This could mean she has a doctor protecting her, but I doubt it since she has not been the most active person.

Vote: Proletariot

[JimBob]

I've lost my trust in Louis. He failed my litmus test. Moros was my main investigation source. The only people who knew were Me, Glenn, Stranger, and Louis. Glenn and Stranger are dead, I'm on the towns side. Moros's death further blinds the town.

Your excuse for Glenn's death rings hollow. You told me that you cut me out of the protection to allow me to investigate. I clearly said, "I can't investigate, I'll help protect Glenn".

I reproduce the PM Louis sent as an 'apology' for Glenn's death:

Glenn ; JimBob ; Husar ; Leet Eriksson ; TinCow ;


Hello,


I was out and about hunting mafia with Andres last night. Hence, it was I who did not send in the last PM.

After I found four people willing to protect Glenn, I could go ahead with killing Pannonian. Had to gain the trust of the family and have them reveal themselves to me. I could not speak of this earlier, because I was in the process of uncovering the names of the don and luca. I could under no circumstance endanger this, not even through PM.

This is why there were four of us in the protection group. Me, and three real protectors. Alas, one PM was not send in time.

Why did I have to lie that I was in there? Well...you try telling people to protect Glenn when most are not convinced of his innocence, eh? Only to then not join yourself. Some of the three protectors had serious doubt. I do not think Husar would've joined if I wouldn't have lied that I was in myself. Husar can confirm to all of you, that it took me some very long PM's to convince him not to protect *****, but Glenn.

Still, we paid a high price. It was not suppossed to go wrong. Three people were supposed to have been protecting Glenn. I organised it, so it is my responsability.

My apologies then to all of you.

On the upside, The Stracchi's are now done for.

Why were you hunting mafia with Andres? He's a made. Why would he hunt mafia? Your story slips around and changes subtly, I've never been able to get a firm hold on it. Thanks for burning the Stracchis, but your usefulness to the town has run out.

Vote: Louis

That said, let us not forget the other suspicious persons. Sasaki, Prole, Crazed Rabbit, Faction Heir, and what happened to kagemusha? But now, Louis is the most damned in my eyes.

Select: JimBob

I'm pro-town. I will lynch whoever you want. I cannot fulfill my primary victory conditions, so I am at the town's complete service, my survival in this game is forfeit. I offer myself as director to do as the town wishes. If a more suitable candidate is found, someone who needs to survive the game, I will change my vote on the spot.

I repeat my offer from earlier:
Any Detectives who need a spokesman to reveal their investigations, and doctors who want Detectives to protect, and townies who want to organize protection groups (there will be no vig-kills through this source, this warrior has gone monk). Contact me. I am at the service of the town.

[TinCow]

It is interesting that both the hits on Prole were mafia. The first was the usual weather balloon crew (who are racking up an impressive number of kills) and the second was obviously the Stracchi remnants. Prole has seemed a bit suspicious to me off and on, but it seems unlikely that two families would target her on the same night without having some specific reasons for wanting her dead. She's spent pretty much every post pointing the finger at GH, but the Stracchis made two attempts on GH and the Balloon gang finally got him. That's both of the families that went after Prole. Therefore, Prole's attacks on GH did not make her a target. She was therefore targeted for reasons that are not publicly known, so that definitely ups her on the suspicion-o-meter.

[Omanes Alexandrapolites]

I feel the need to comment on Sasaki's contact with a Made who is supposedly supplying him with investigative results. As far as I know he has no reason to falsify this. In all honesty he has fewer reasons to actually make it truthful.

I recommend that the town pressurises him into revealing details on this shady character and how he came into contact with him rather than electing him as director.

I suggest urgent actions be taken against Louis and GH for previously mentioned actions/crimes.

[TinCow]

I suggest urgent actions be taken against Louis and GH for previously mentioned actions/crimes.

Uh, GH is dead.

[TruePraetorian]

People remember what I said:

Lets make it a house rule to post a tally after every vote.

This would organize it much better.

As for voting, I vote:abstain...I don't know if we can vote for director. If we can, I will vote Loius..be sure of it. So, if anyone can tell me the rules on lynching a director, I will change my vote.

Second, it's not like I don't trust some people, but I trust myself the most (obviously)
Select:TruePraetorian

Whoever the next director is should vow to multi-lynch. Or at least lynch whoever the people want to lynch, which I know I can do without hesitiation. So, if you have someone to double, or even tripple lynch, lets make sure the next director will do so. ( I will )

Cappotally --- 1764
Lynch votes:
Sasaki - 1 (Andres)
Prole - 1 (Scottishranger)
Loius - 1 (JimBob)

Director Selection:
Sasaki - 1 (TinCow)
JimBob - 1 (JimBob)
TruePraetorian - 1 (TruePraetorian)

[GeneralHankerchief]

TruePraetorian, Seamus confirmed in the rules thread that we can lynch a sitting Director.

Also, I kind of find it funny that the people most going after me are turning out to be entirely untrustworthy. First Omanes (Don), then Louis (traitor scumbag), and now Prole (possibly Don).

Kinda funny, isn't it?

[TruePraetorian]

Thanks, GH. I will change my vote.
Unvote: Abstain
Vote: Loius

Cappotally --- 1766
Lynch votes:
Sasaki - 1 (Andres)
Prole - 1 (Scottishranger)
Loius - 2 (JimBob, TruePraetorian)

Director Selection:
Sasaki - 1 (TinCow)
JimBob - 1 (JimBob)
TruePraetorian - 1 (TruePraetorian)

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I can't help but feel there's more that needs to be done today.

Vote:Louis
Select:Sasaki

Cappotally --- 1764
Lynch votes:
Loius - 3 (JimBob, TruePraetorian,Sasaki)
Sasaki - 1 (Andres)
Prole - 1 (Scottishranger)


Director Selection:
Sasaki - 3 (TinCow,Scottishranger,Sasaki)
JimBob - 1 (JimBob)
TruePraetorian - 1 (TruePraetorian)

[Caius]

Select:Caius
You can trust in me, since I am a townie.

TinCow is right, if they are targeting prole, it cant just be a coincidence, therefore, I will vote:prole

[Haudegen]

Select: JimBob

In my book he is the only confirmed pro-townie alive.



Vote: abstain




Cappotally --- 1769
Lynch votes:
Loius - 3 (JimBob, TruePraetorian, Sasaki, Haudegen)
Sasaki - 1 (Andres)
Prole - 2 (Scottishranger, Caius)


Director Selection:
Sasaki - 3 (TinCow, Scottishranger, Sasaki)
JimBob - 1 (JimBob, Haudegen)
TruePraetorian - 1 (TruePraetorian)
Caius - 1 (Caius)

edit: included Caius

[Caius]

Right tally:
Loius - 3 (JimBob, TruePraetorian, Sasaki, Haudegen)
Sasaki - 1 (Andres)
Prole - 2 (Scottishranger, Caius)


Director Selection:
Sasaki - 3 (TinCow, Scottishranger, Sasaki)
JimBob - 2 (JimBob, Haudegen)
TruePraetorian - 1 (TruePraetorian)
Caius - 1 (Caius)