Vote: Joe
As sure as my name is _________, he's guilty...
Vote: Bugsy
Come aboard me mechanical longboat, if you dare, I will cut you!
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
Three days into the voting, and the observant... er... observers noticed that cases were finally starting to get made. Poor shadows of cases, yes, but cases nonetheless. This might have been the beginning of something.
The villagers also seemed to be coalescing their votes, as there was far less of the >50% of the entire population receiving votes this time, as was the case in days past. Instead, their cases seemed to focus on three people: Joe, Vincent, and Claudia. The cases were odd things: Joe for, er, well, Vincent voted for him... Vincent for, uh, his face seemed more like the type to kill people using various radio-controlled devices... and Claudia because she was allegedly sending in her votes via text message, even though everyone saw she was actually present on the scene. Nonetheless, these were still cases, and they actually had mass backing behind it. Progress.
After Chief of Police JuJuBee prodded some of those who were napping with a large stick, the cases continued to mount. Vincent "caught up" to Joe, Claudia received a string of votes that briefly tied her with the other two, somebody broke the deadlock for Joe, a vote for Vincent tied it up again, and then, finally, Joe pulled away for good. Joe, cursing and spitting, shook his head as he waited for the Chief of Police to do with him as he pleased.
"Come on, Joe, over here now," JuJu said, the usual amiable expression on his face, as if nothing bad had happened over the past three days. "That's right, just step on up to the execution platform, you can do it, it'll be okay..." His voice kept on going as Joe made his way to the execution platform, but it all amounted to the same thing. Joe tried to block it out all out of his head, instead focused on dying a dignified death. He certainly wouldn't beg for his life, maybe not even scream, instead go out in a stony silence, staring daggers at -
*SPROING* "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
As Joe, also known as Chaotix, mounted the execution platform, his putting pressure on a key area triggered a reaction that had enough PSI behind it to send Joe flying hundreds if not thousands of feet in the air, eventually landing him clear to three towns over. JuJu simply chuckled, and after a minute the entire town got a good laugh out of it. After all, nothing mitigated bad circumstances like good old-fashioned slapstick comedy and booby traps.
Day 3 tally:
Joe: 7 (Vincent, Johnny, Bertha, Frank, Mickey, Ralph, Luciano)
Vincent: 5 (Sonny, Joe, Salvatore, Richie, Anne)
Claudia: 4 (Bruno, Bugsy, Nick, Big George)
Bugsy: 2 (Claudia, Fingers)
Connie: 2 (Luigi, Bobby)
Bobby: 2 (Connie, Paulie)
Ralph: 1 (Giorgio)
Sonny: 1 (Fat Tony)
Fat Tony: 1 (Angelo)
Didn't vote: 3 (Emilio, Fredo, Pete)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (27)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
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)
Chaotix (Joe)
Player list:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
It is now Night 4! Orders are due in 24 hours. I'll make a ruling on the anonymous accounts and WoG criteria at the start of the next day phase, due to the popular results of the poll.
"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
After reading over the rules, I didn't notice any mention of whether or not the affiliation of the lynch victim was specified after their death. Does this mean that we will never know if we killed Mafia or Townie?
"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
Few players seems to have a female name.
Are they female players?
"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
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The few early risers left in the village noticed a curious absence of the usual birdsong. This was treated as a mixed blessing, as some viewed the birds as more annoying than anything else, but others enjoyed the pleasant morning melodies of the musical avians. However, despite each individual villager's feelings about the feathered sopranos, all of them noticed that the birds were utterly gone.
All except one.
Fingers had been observing the cloud of birds gathered over him for some time, noting with growing fear that it was almost something out of a Hitchcock movie. He had seen enough of these movies in what he hoped wasn't his rapidly-diminishing time on earth. He knew how these things ended. Since Fingers didn't possess a flak gun of any sort (clearly, something that had to be remedied) or own a falcon or five to put the fear of God in these birds, he decided to do the next best thing and run screaming for his life.
"WAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHGARBL!!!!" Fingers started screaming, throwing his arms up in the air and running around every which way. Strangely enough, the birds only continued to observe this, continuing to increase in numbers and circle overhead. They didn't even start coooing in a pattern or anything, which only served to increase Fingers's terror. Surely, something would have to happen soon. The suspense was killing him.
For his part, Fingers realized that running around every which way would do him no good, as he needed to have a destination in mind. So, Fingers altered his direction, going from "every which way" to "straight", figuring that was good enough to start and he'd get an ultimate destination in mind later. He made it about 50 yards, the birds still only observing overhead, when he placed his foot down on an odd-feeling surface. Fingers stopped dead, looking down.
"Oh -"
*SPROING!!!*
Fingers found himself flying through the air, almost going to the height where he'd reach the birds. "Oh great," he reasoned, still flying through the air, "They'll pick me off in midair. By the time my corpse reaches the ground there'll be nothing left of me." But the birds still only observed, viewing the entire scene with something that - if this was even possible - resembled amusement. Fingers finally crashed through a window - the window to the Chief of Police's office, as a matter of fact, which would provide a nasty surprise when he got in the office for the day.
As Fingers lay inside JuJuBee's office, bleeding out, he noticed a bird sitting on the edge of the broken windowsill. The bird dropped a note off its leg, regarded Fingers for a second, and then flew away. Upon further inspection, the note read as follows:
"So you don't have to waste time gathering up the bodies today."
The mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
Across town, Big George had learned better than to go outside. He was an intelligent person who followed trends, you see, and Big George had noticed one trend of the great majority of kills happening outside of the victim's home. Therefore, Big George reasoned, if the trends held, then he would be far safer in his own home. Therefore, Big George stayed inside, eating a leisurely breakfast and congratulating himself on his superior intelligence.
"Whatcha eating?" came a voice from behind Big George. Big George jumped.
"Uh, cashews and milk," Big George mumbled, his mouth full of what he had just described.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to talk with your mouth full?" The mafioso slapped Big George hard, so hard that the cashews and milk he was eating spilled out of his mouth.
"OW!" Big George cried, rubbing his cheek in pain. "That really hurt, man!"
"I'm sorry," said the mafioso, in a tone of voice that suggested he plainly wasn't. "Do you want me to stop slapping you?" George nodded, whimpering. "Then you need to stop eating those ridiculous cashews and milk and start eating THESE instead!" He shoved a gigantic box of organic cereal in Big George's face, easily the largest box of cereal George had ever seen.
"But -" George started to say, motioning over to his cashews and milk.
"Either stop with the cashews and milk or get slapped again," the mafioso said. George started eating the organic cereal. The mafioso watched as George finished the bowl, wiping his lips with a napkin, as if finished eating for the morning. "Wait a minute," he said, "Who says you're done eating? Surely eating only one bowl of my cereal is impolite, is it not? You want to have seconds." Big George groaned and reluctantly poured himself another new bowl of the mafioso's organic cereal.
And so it went like this for a long period of time. Big George would finish another bowl of organic cereal, ask the mafioso if he was finished, and the mafioso would reply that Big George needed to keep eating or otherwise he would get another slap. The gigantic box of Organic-O's, meanwhile, despite all of Big George's withdrawals, still looked as if nobody had made a dent in it. With each bite taken, George looked weaker and weaker, but he still kept pressing on, the threat of another hard slap enough to keep him going.
Thirty-four excruciating bowls of cereal later, Big George was done. He simply could not have one more bite of cereal. He was almost past the point of comprehensive speaking, that was how stuffed he was. But the mafioso made his usual threat, and George poured himself yet another bowl, took one bite, and then suddenly crumpled out of his chair onto the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning.
"Ah good," the mafioso said, "it's about time. It certainly took you long enough, but now your body has become oversaturated with Organic-O's and now your stomach is in the process of rupturing. Enjoy your last few hours on earth."
Big George softly moaned.
"Oh, and by the way," the mafioso said, drawing a book from his pocket, "Here. Something to pass the time for your last hours. This has nothing to do with the cereal or your stomach, but it does relate to that foolish assumption you made that just because most of the kills so far have been made outside, that trend would continue. Happy reading!"
Big George glanced over at the title. It read "An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding", by one David Hume.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," JuJu said, with a much grimmer expression on his face than usual, "We have two more deaths today, one of whom was delivered right into my office! This cannot stand, folks! They might have stained one of my Judy Garland pictures with blood! Unacceptable! Anyway, your two victims today are Fingers, also known as Seon, and Big George, who you know as ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88. For the sake of not having to read long philosophy tracts and my Judy Garland pictures, let's get this one right!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (25)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Player list:
It is now Day 4! Voting will last for 24 hours.
Last edited by GeneralHankerchief; 06-20-2011 at 00:58.
"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
I literally burst out laughing when I read the cashews and milk line. Awesome write-up, GH!
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer: The Gameroom
So far we have two Mafiosi on the loose. Each killer has a distinctive modus operandi. Mafiosi number one enjoys slaying his victims with remote controlled devices, and Mafiosi number two murders by poison. Although we may never be able to tell if one of those we have executed is Mafia directly, we should be able to indirectly infer this based upon the MO of the killings the following night.
Yesterday our dearly departed friend Big George voted for Claudia, and Fingers (the beloved creeper?) voted for Bugsy. It could be a coincidence, but it is likely that they were murdered because they voted for the Mafia. As it happens, Claudia voted for Bugsy, making her unlikely as scum. Therefore, Bugsy appears to be the most likely choice.
Vote: Bugsy
vote: Anne, for killing Christopher/JHT!
Lemme explain this one more time. It really ain't that complicated.
The late Rocco, also known as "Hatchet-Face" says somethin dumb, gets himself a half dozen or so votes to go take a long walk off a short pier, dance the hemp fandango, that sorta thing. Which isstupid, but it's day two of a vanilla
mafia game, you gotta expect these things.
Now along come little Vincent, also known as Scumbag, also known as You-Shoulda-Been-Dead-Two-Days-Ago-Goomba. Does he vote for Rocco? Nah, that's too scummy for dear Vinny. Does he try to do in someone else, with like a real reason and everythin? Fuhgeddabout it, that's too much like work or somethin and anyway he's a scumbag, he don't care who gets the chop long as it ain't him. So you get to the option any self-respectin mafioso shoulda taken, which is to just vote: Random-o an call it a day. But our Vinny, he just a little too fulla himself for that. He gotta tell us we're doin it wrong. He gotta tell us how to do it right. Because he's one of us an he cares. ('Scuse me while I wipe away a tear.) 'Cept he ain't never voted Rocco, he ain't needin to change his mind. So what's this "we"?
That there, gals and boys, is a mafioso.Rocco is an ugly brute, but let's not let the bandwagon pick up too much speed just yet, in case we change our minds. I'll vote:Furio, rage isn't what we need most right now.
vote: Vincent
(The quote beginning "Rocco ..." is from Vincent (post 197), not Fat Tony.)
Alrighty! I've been following trends from the start. And even to my unprincipled mind, this could be more then a bit scummy, 'xcept of course, that everybody else has been doing pretty much the same. But I've decided to streamline my voting record to make more sense, hence, I'll vote: [MAFIA] Vincent again and be consistent with myself. My reason remains the same.
For the record, I don't understand Sonny's argument and thus am little influenced by it.
Now I'll go hide in some unspecified hotel room with locked door and not a single electronic and/or radio device for around even though that could potentially be a death warrant...
Vote: Frank
Frankly, you're mafia.
I like Johnny's reasoning.
We are taking you down scum - vote: Bugsy
Last edited by [MAFIA] Claudia; 06-20-2011 at 11:20.
Alright, I agree with Sonny here.
vote: Vincent
Vote Connie
Third on the Bandwagon a mafia is.
I know I'm pointing right back at my accusers here, but Richie and Johnny should really pick up their reasoning. They have both just inquired (publically) about some aspect of the rules that should be obvious, trying to play the fool. Then, they go on to suggest that because Claudia voted for me (as she's also doing now, I see - interesting!), she's unlikely to be my scum partner.
Well that last bit seems true, since I ain't Mafia. Claudia, however, I have my doubts about.
Now, looking at a tally (spoilered below), I can see that I'm tied with Vincent at three votes. Nobody's currently voting Claudia, Richie or Johnny, which would be my picks, so I'm going to hope this trend can be turned around if I Vote:Claudia. But if it remains tied at the end of the day, I'm going to save my own hide. Just saying.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Is that so?
What do you say to this then?
unvote: Vincent, vote: Bugsy
"Unnecessary bandwagoning, though not inherently scummy, should be avoided."
I am half expecting that my post will provoke that kind of a reaction, but I don't want to just shrug off accusations silently. That's scummy. I prefer to try and reason with people, even if it sometimes seems impossible. Nevertheless, if you want me to try and elaborate on the argument about Johnny and Richie above, please say so and I will
Also, there are 14 nonvoters with roughly 5 hours to go. Shameful.
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