Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[Sarathos]

So, whats going on...

[Kralizec]

FactionHeir strumpled out of the bar after a wild night, mildly intoxicated from drinking more than two bottles of vodka. One of the girls he had been talking to earlier that night, a secretary from the ministry of health, could be seen vomiting in a nearby alley. She had been more charming during their conversation, Factionheir reflected. To his right he could see some Russian officers smoking their cigarettes, and right across the street he could see the chief of police get into his car with some Uzbeki-looking broad.
Finally his own car caught his eye, right on the spot where he'd told his driver to wait. He opened the door and seated himself on the back bench, and the car got moving.
"By Marx' beard...major hangover tomorrow..." FactionHeir mumbled. After several minutes of driving, he looked out of the car and noticed that this wasn't the usual route. They were driving through some abandoned outskirts of the city. He was about to ask what was going on when he looked into the rearview mirror and met familiar eyes, but not those of his driver. As the figure turned in his seat, FactionHeir could see something glimmering in his hand.
Then nothing...

Begin of Day Three

Comrade,

FactionHeir has been found dead in his car, shot in his forehead. We're still investigating the scene but I doubt that anything useful will come from it.
Again, you must gather and vote. I expect to be notified by the end of the day.

And please get the right one this time! I'm a busy man without having to take care of your trash every day.

Marshall Fenring


Alive:
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

[Sarathos]

Vote: All the lurkers.
Come and join our discussion.

Contradiction...Vote:Quintus

[Lord Winter]

Vote: MakakiKahn

You're usely more active.

[Quintus.JC]

Contradiction...Vote:Quintus

At least you're talking now.

[FactionHeir]

I say we lynch both sarathos and khaan

[pevergreen]

I agree with FactionHeir.

Been busy, will post more in about 10 hours, after sleeping.

[Quintus.JC]

Khaan seems good for the lynch, but Sarathos is always defensive, and during my mafia time (which is pretty short) he turns out to be innocent even though he's words make him sound like a mafia, anyways...

Vote: Makaikhaan

[seireikhaan]

What can I say, some games I'm more active than others. A lot of my attention got sucked up by trying to prove my innocence in the brothel, so I kinda lost track of this game.

Umm... vote: sarathos

[Proletariat]

Sarathos, you are guilty.

Nice try with that PM, tho, buddy.

Vote: Sarathos

[Lord Winter]

Sarathos, you are guilty.

Nice try with that PM, tho, buddy.

Vote: Sarathos

PM?

[Kralizec]

Fenring looked at the condemned standing besides eachother in the open, hands bound. There were three of them - Sarathos, Makaikhaan and one of his own officers.
This same officer came arruning to him that evening, excited about his results from the interrogation of Makaikhaan. To Fenring it was immediately obvious that the information was utter nonsense. He could not suffer to let such a moron live.
"Any last words?" he asked.
"Long live Stalin!" the condemned officer shrieked.
Makaikhaan passed a loud fart and snickered.
"Get done with it already!" Sarathos said, looking tired and disgusted by Makaikhaan's final gesture.
Fenring responded with a silent nod, took a deep breath and let his voice rumble.
"Present rifles!......Fire!"
A salvo of gunshots deafened the ears; as the officer and Makaikhaan sagged to the ground the salvo could still be heard echoing against the nearby hills. Only Sarathos still stould, unstable on both feet with bloodstains expanding on his shirt. He stared in shock and disbelief at his executioners, and he could only hear Fenring's voice as a distant sound, as if in a dream: "....reload....fire!"
Another volley slammed into Sarathos' chest and finished the job, causing a lifeless hull to collapse on the ground. The marshall and his troops left the scene to the morgue workers.
It would be night soon, Fenring thought. The Soviet had been thinned out badly, and there was nothing to be done except wait and see if the assassinations would stop now.

Begin of Night 3

Alive:
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

[Sarathos]

Oh well I'm out, Good luck to all.

Sarathos, you are guilty.
Nice try with that PM, tho, buddy

What PM?

I agree with FactionHeir.
Been busy, will post more in about 10 hours, after sleeping.

If you have been busy and probably haven't had time to read the thread properly and even if you have you admit that you are tired which means you probably weren't paying that much attention. So how on earth do you have the evidence to support a double lynch...?

I say lynch pever next round.

[Kralizec]

Pevergreen was working late that night. It was 4:20 in the morning and he had drank litres of coffee but now the tiredness caught up with him.
"Sir, you really ought to go home." said a night guard as he padded Pever on the shoulder, rocking him out of his brief nap. "You're no good this way. Get some real sleep and then get back."
Pever nodded. "Okay, boris. I'll get my car..."
"Sir, I don't think that you should drive in your condition. You'd fell asleep on your steering wheel."
Pever, annoyed now, grunted. "Okay, then you drive me then, wise guy."
"Err...okay. I'll notify the other guards that I'll be away."
Two minutes later they were out. Boris, with the keys in his hand, spotted the car about 20 metres away on the other side of the road. He noticed that Pever, a few metres behind him, had dropped some of his papers and started cursing.
Well, I'll just bring the car around to here so that we can leave as soon as he has collected everything he thought as he crossed the street. He got into the car, closed the door and tried to start the engine...
In an instant the street was illuminated by a giant fireball. The car was launched a full metre upwards; the shockwave of the explosion caused all windows in the vicinity to burst into thousends of pieces. Some screams could be heared coming from the buildings. The police and the firebrigade had arrived within minutes, finding a dozen ruined cars and a lone figure behind one of the wrecks, trembling and clenching some bundles of paper in his arms. With his hair and eyebrows entirely gone, they almost didn't recognise who he was...

"What was that sound?" captain Alex asked. He had almost choked on his wodka when he heard that rumbling sound.
"Probably nothing" responded a lieutenant Josef.
"It sounded like an explosion..."
"Probably just a gas leak or something. Don't worry about it." Lord Winter said. He was wildly drunk at this point, but not moreso then his drinking companions. And they were playing this exciting game...what was it called again? Oh yes; Russian roulette!
"It's your turn, comrade." Alex said, nodding towards Lord Winter. He spinned the cylinder of the revolver and closed it, then put it in front of the Orgah politician.
"Well..." began Lord Winter. "The chances are pretty small right...that I'll shoot myself?"
"Very small..." Josef agreed, burping.
After hesitating for only an instant, Lord Winter grabbed the revolver and put it on the side of his head...

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Comrade,

as you've doubtlessly heard by now, your fellow councillor Pevergreen has narrowly escaped an assasination attempt. You probably haven't heard the other news: Lord Winter was found in a clandestine gambling den run by some of our soldiers. He had participated in a dangerous suicide game called "Russian Roulette" and was killed. I've sent the soldiers involved to the most northern reaches of Siberia for their untolerable stupidity and violation of rules of conduct.
I'm told Pevergreen is doing fairly well, he'll be with you in an hour or so. You know the routine; vote for someone and send him to me, yadayada, blablabla.

Marshall Fenring

Begin of Day Four

Alive:
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

Suicide:
Lord Winter (said he would be away for a while, so he dropped out voluntarily)


NOTE: my apologies for the screwed up time schedule. Voting will close 24 hours later from this post.

[Ferret]

Jesus down to four already, time for a random vote:

vote:Quintus

it's either him or Prole, or both...

[FactionHeir]

Hmm so either the mafia was inactive or has a chance of failing or pever is mafia and trying to paint himself innocent.

[Quintus.JC]

Okay, so this the last voting phrase I presume, it’s time to round up the suspects.

4 survivors

I know that I am innocent, no reason I just do. So that leaves us with 3 survivors

Pevergreen is almost certainly innocent, because of the failed attempt on him, however overall his actions is rather suspicious as the deceased Sarathos had pointed out. But the failed attempt just about grantees his innocence, so that leaves us with…

2 remaining suspects

Proletariat was almost lynched in round 2, bandwagonned until Faction Heir and Lord Winter (The two royalists, who is proven innocent) decided to change their votes. Has been quite since then, perhaps to avoid the lynch? (this is not a rhetorical question)

Elite Ferret has been unusually quite in this game, didn’t say enough to attract attention and wasn’t quite enough to be classified as a lurker, behaviour is that of a typical, confused townie. But all of this could be an act, and if it is then Elite Ferret has really done good so far, but is last post

Jesus down to four already, time for a random vote:

vote:Quintus

it's either him or Prole, or both...

I don't think its time for random votes... So for now at least.

Vote: Elite Ferret

[Quintus.JC]

Hmm so either the mafia was inactive or has a chance of failing or pever is mafia and trying to paint himself innocent.

Are you allowed to do that?

Now you mentioned this I may need to rethink my votes.

[FactionHeir]

I imagine it could certainly be possible as normally the mafia always has 100% kills.

[Quintus.JC]

Need the opinion of Pevergreen and Proletarit

I'm beginning to think Elite Ferret is innocent.

Unvote: Elite Ferret

[Ferret]

We really shouldn't have gotten a triple lynch in the first round...dag nab it!

unvote:Quintus
vote:Proletariat

At least Quintus is talking.

[Sarathos]

Vote pever. There is only 3 survivors and one lurker, just ditch him now.

[pevergreen]

Yeah, because getting rid of the lurker giving the victory to the mafia is awesomely pro.

Vote: QJC

My main suspect.

[Quintus.JC]

Two minutes later they were out. Boris, with the keys in his hand, spotted the car about 20 metres away on the other side of the road. He noticed that Pever, a few metres behind him, had dropped some of his papers and started cursing.
Well, I'll just bring the car around to here so that we can leave as soon as he has collected everything he thought as he crossed the street. He got into the car, closed the door and tried to start the engine...
In an instant the street was illuminated by a giant fireball. The car was launched a full metre upwards; the shockwave of the explosion caused all windows in the vicinity to burst into thousends of pieces. Some screams could be heared coming from the buildings. The police and the firebrigade had arrived within minutes, finding a dozen ruined cars and a lone figure behind one of the wrecks, trembling and clenching some bundles of paper in his arms. With his hair and eyebrows entirely gone, they almost didn't recognise who he was...

Did you do this on purpose Pevergreen?

Vote: Pevergreen

[Quintus.JC]

What the hell I can’t make my mind up.

Unvote: Pevergreen Vote: Proletariat

Talk

[Kralizec]

Having probed the general sentiment in the Soviet carefully, Proletariat had seen this coming for a while. She decided to stay away from the voting, and as there was no chance to flee the country unnoticed, she stayed at home to prepare for the unavoidable.

"Open up! Proletariat, you are to come outside on the order of the Orgahstan Soviet and Marshall Fenring!" could be heard in Russian, between the hard knocks on the door. She refused to respond, and a moment later she could hear the crushing of wood. Those Russian bastards had cracked the door open.
Sitting on the first floor just besides the stairway, she lit a molotov cocktail and threw it downwards into the approaching soldiers. The screams of agony were her que - she rolled sidewards and opened fire with her submachine gun into the inferno. After the screaming had literally died down, she replaced her magazine and prepared for the second wave of soldiers.
Behind her, she could hear a window crashing in and a loud thud. A few seconds later something could be heard bouncing in the same room. Realisation of what was going on came a moment to late. As she got on her feet the blast of the grenade engulfed her and threw her down the stairs, dead before she lay still on the ground.

[FactionHeir]

I think Prole was pretty much innocent, why did you end up voting her and getting her lynched?

[pevergreen]

Bad lynch. QJC is the mafia, I have no control over what is in the write-ups... suggesting it is stupid.

[FactionHeir]

so uh why didn't you vote to prevent her from getting lynched or at least a double lynch?

[Quintus.JC]

I think Prole was pretty much innocent, why did you end up voting her and getting her lynched?

She was supposed to talk!