vote: Carlo will also help clear out any more alveolar taps. (That's a troublesome autological term itself)
vote: Carlo will also help clear out any more alveolar taps. (That's a troublesome autological term itself)
Vote: Fingers
Soon he'll be voting for people because he saw them eating a tasty meatball.
Vote: Fat Tony because he is just so dang fat.
Vote: Pete because he's calling people names.
I would like a tally... Could some of you boys help a lady?
Vote for Vincent, doll. He thinks he lookin like useful, or somethin.
The rocco character seems more like a clown than a killer................. or is it a clever ruse?
vote: rocco
People are not saying a lot using those alt accounts. Probably because you're all too afraid to reveal who is hidden behind the mask. Maybe we should all be less concerned about somebody guessing our identity and start posting like we normally would?
It's weird to have all these oneliner posts.
You would know
Vote: Nick
Right back at ya
Voting closed.
Stand by for the execution.
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
My God, 15 separate people received votes this round.![]()
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
HAHA I feel for you...
EDIT: I also hate my retardedness that makes me post here with this account... -.-
"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)
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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.
Last edited by GeneralHankerchief; 06-15-2011 at 23:20.
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
11 WoGs please![]()
Prevote: bugsy
Big George didn't vote this round GH.
Inactive players need to start dieing.
Ralph, why are you interested in killing off inactive players? Mafia won't be inactive, so all you're killing off will be town. Ergo, you are mafia and you're using inactivity as means to reduce town numbers.
I'll be voting you next day phase.
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
Ahh whats going on here see?
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. A rapidly-increasing amount of people were calling out of work today, "sick" or otherwise. Furio was not one of these people. Furio believed in a few things, you see. Order, routine, maintaining the status quo, things like that. If Furio altered his schedule to accommodate the current situation in the Frontroom, then the mafia had already won, he reasoned. Hence, he continued to drive in his car, take the usual route to work, and go through his day as per normal - even if his hours the last couple of days had been curtailed by the Chief of Police summoning every villager to the town square in order to vote.
So Furio drove through town as usual, seeing the usual sights - and not an ice cream cart to be seen, either. Over here was that oddly-painted fire hydrant, over there was the nude unicyclist, pedaling and juggling at the same time as usual, on that side was the local sandwich shop, now closed and under police investigation, over there was - wait, what?
Furio smashed the brakes on. There had been a disruption to his usual routine, and quite a flagrant one at that. Out of nowhere, a traffic light had appeared in the middle of the road, one that hadn't been there at all the day before. Furio had been driving on these roads since early 2007 and there had never once been a traffic light in that spot, Furio was sure of that. Also helping his case was the fact that there was, in fact, no intersection at the particular spot where the traffic light was, meaning that there was absolutely no reason whatsoever for that traffic light to even exist.
Well, maybe one reason.
Still puzzled, Furio looked over to his right, where a familiar-looking landscaper was doing some work on the rather large tree that was aside the road. The landscaper waved, and Furio waved back, following this wave with a point towards the vestigial traffic light - still red, by the way, which added to the absurdity of it all - and a quizzical expression on his face. The landscaper just shrugged, and resumed his work. It was only a few seconds later when Furio noticed exactly what that landscaper was doing: cutting a deep gash in the tree, almost as if to bring it down, squarely on -
*SMASH*!!!
Carlo was on the run. Earlier in the day, he had just finished up a wonderful meal at the local Taco Bell and, refreshed, was ready to start the day. The good thing about these Taco Bell meals was that they filled you up for a while, meaning Carlo would not have to duck out of the voting at a later point in order to grab a quick snack. While Furio persistently stuck to his routine in the face of ominous danger, Carlo simply adapted.
Carlo walked along the sidewalk-less streets of the Frontroom, empty Taco Bell bag in hand (apparently, there wasn't any room in the Kingdom of Peace and Love's annual budget for public trash cans), looking to go back home and relax for a bit before the inevitable call to go to the town square came. However, after about a block, Carlo found that he was not alone. It seemed as if a chihuahua was following him, eyeing the Taco Bell bag with what could only be described as suspicion and anger - yes, even coming from a small dog. Carlo, a little confused, tried to put it out of his mind and keep walking. Perhaps the dog was hungry. Carlo certainly would have shared something with the poor guy, but the problem was that he had already finished his meal and had nothing to give.
Two blocks later, the chihuahua, which had kept pace, was joined by two others. All of them marched down in lockstep, all three of them unblinkingly staring at the bag. Carlo, now thoroughly perturbed, started walking faster. The chihuahuas, meanwhile, started barking. There was almost a mechanical, ordered quality to it. They inched ever closer to Carlo and the Taco Bell bag. Carlo started calculating how far he was from home and how long it would take to get there.
Two blocks went by. Four more chihuahuas had joined the other three. They had gotten ever closer to Carlo, despite him having significantly picked up his pace, and their barks had grown louder and more menacing. Carlo was now starting to sweat. When an eighth and ninth chihuahua joined the pack, that was it for Carlo. He broke for home.
Somewhat away from the action, the mafioso, who had a good vantage point for all of this, chuckled, and pressed a button on his radio-controlled receiver.
Instantly the chihuahuas followed, closing the distance on Carlo. They were joined by a horde of others, coming from all directions, ready to swarm Carlo. Carlo picked up the pace, but he was still several blocks from home. The chihuahuas were closing on him quickly, and more of them were coming for him every second.
A mass of thirty-nine chihuahuas eventually swarmed poor Carlo and overwhelmed him, along with his Taco Bell bag.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay folks," he said, "Looks like we've got two more murders today. Furio, who you all know as issaikhaan, died in what appeared to be an accident until investigators found a completely useless traffic light at the scene. Also, Carlo, better known as Death is yonder, was overwhelmed by a horde of radio-controlled chihuahuas. So... yeah. Avoid Taco Bell, I guess?"
"Wait a minute," said the ever-present pesky villager, "this is the second radio-controlled death we've seen over the last two days. Shouldn't you guys be looking into disrupting the signals or something?"
Clearly not hearing him, JuJuBee simply smiled and nodded, waving to somebody else in the crowd. "Okay, time to get voting again!"
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Still alive: (28)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Carlo (Death is yonder)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Day 3! Voting will last for 24 hours. Also, if the "didn't vote" totals are in double-digits again, there will be serious consequences. You have been warned.![]()
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
vote:Joe Votes day 1, but not day 2? I find that strange.
I find you strange, goomba.
Evidentiary point the first:
Hatchet-face Rocco gets a big stinkin' wagon on his better-lookin end. So life ain't lookin too good for Rocco. Now here you come along all fartin fairies and rainbows.
Back in my neighborhood, goomba's go around lickin your boots like that you know you better start growin those eyeballs on the back of your head, because the shiv is comin. Better yet, shiv the guy first. And now that's what I'm doin to you, goomba. You ain't no good. You trying to look like you are, but you ain't.Originally Posted by [MAFIA
Evidentiary point the second, somebody miss their chance to vote Rocco into an early grave, that's "strange"? Maybe so, maybe no, know what I'm sayin? You still tryin to look like you bein useful, when you ain't.
vote: Vincent
An can I get a second, boys. An you ladies too, can't forget the ladies.
Vote: Vincent
I'll have you know there's a very good reason for that!
Just give me a minute to think up an alibi...
Vote Joe
Don't like the cut of your jib see
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