A Country for Old Men [Concluded]

[johnhughthom]

Nearly ready to go, good. I hope I don't catch Old Coot's Disease from this game, getting Old Coot's Disease would be pretty lame. Yep, I definitely don't want to catch Old Coot's Disease. Good luck Old Crusty Dudes!

[Johhog]

/confirm

[Tratorix]

Well, I best be getting to bed. It's almost 8:30.

[johnhughthom]

Well, I best be getting to bed. It's almost 8:30.

Let me get the obligatory Vote: Tratorix, his name is like traitor, it must be him!!!!!!!! out of the way for you when it won't actually count.

[Tratorix]

Let me get the obligatory Vote: Tratorix, his name is like traitor, it must be him!!!!!!!! out of the way for you when it won't actually count.

Knowing other people have made that joke before has never stopped anyone.

[TheLastDays]

A Country for Old Men

With a loud 'pfffft' the doors of the bus opened as if even the vehicle itself was sighing of relief that this journey was over. Quickly the elderly party spilled out into the front yard of their retreat center and they all took in the fresh mountain air, stretching after the long bus ride.

"So here we are", Jeff, the driver, left the bus last and walked through the snow up to the front porch of what seemed to be the main building. He looked around the door for a few moments and then turned towards the group, puzzled. "No bell"

Just then a balcony door above him opened and and a strange fellow walked out onto the balcony, smiling, extending his arms wide.



"Welcome to you all! We have been eagerly expecting you, me and my butler Alex." He looked down and saw that they were getting quite uncomfortable in the cold and the door was still closed. Raising an eyebrow the old fellow turned around and called into the house. "Alex? Alex! Let the men in, will you?"

A few moments later the door downstairs was opened and revealed the butler/janitor of this facility.



A murmur was going through the crowd, some of them openly pointing at the man, whispering among each other.
"Isn't this...?"
"Yes, that's the guy who brought me Pizza for years. Then suddenly he didn't deliver anymore."
"I heard he had been promoted to management but the job made him go mad shortly after and he had to run away."
"Surely you can't be serious that they have hired an escaped madman up here?"

"Silence, please", the old fellow on the balcony called out to them, "just for one moment. Let me introduce us. I am Thaddeus Ladislaus DeLaney and this is my butler, Alex Taylor Paul Grearson. He is also keeping this cosy little place up and running for me so please follow his instructions as to not break anything, yes?" A mild chuckle and the guy turned before shouting: "So come on in!"

A few minutes later they were all in the entrance hall, Alex, the butler, having been gone outside to park the bus as Thaddeus came down the stairs. "So, are we all here?"

Everyone nodded, only Jeff, the bus driver suddenly called out. "No wait, I counted, we're missing one. Where's that guy who sat all the way in the back of the bus?" No one knew and what was worse, no one seemed to remember his name.

They were still talking about that when the door flew open and Alex walked in, carrying the body of an old man, two drumsticks protruding from his chest, clearly he was dead. "Are you missing someone?" The butler didn't seem like he was shocked at all while all the guests were staring at him with open mouths until DeLaney clapped his hands to get the attention.

"Oh that is most unfortunate. A very rude act to choose the journey to my little home up here as his last journey. I am pretty certain that this man has committed suicide and..."

"Are you crazy?", one of the men called out, "he rammed two drumsticks into his own chest?"

Delaney shrugged and nodded.

"And what is this?" the men reached for a piece of paper that was attached to one of the sticks. Some sort of poem seemed to be written on it.


This old man, he played one
He played knick knack on my drum
With a knick knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home


Everyone instantly rememberd the melody from their childhod:



"Shush", DeLaney broke the ensuing silence. "As far as I am concerned this man has committed suicide but it is not our concern, is it? We will still make this the greatest holiday of your lives. Alex will call the authorities and they will pick up the body tomorrow so don't worry, it will all be investigated."

Interestingly enough some guests seemed to agree and so they went on doing their business, getting to their rooms, unpacking their stuff and getting ready to go to bed. It had been a long journey and after the shock they all just wanted to put this day past them.

It is now NIGHT 1!

Orders are due tomorrow, Tuesday, 11 P.M. CET / 5 P.M. US Eastern so you have about 25 hours.

Alive:
B_Ray
johnhughthom
Major Robert Dump
Captain Blackadder
issaikhaan
robbiecon
Seon
ELITEOFKWARMAN88GINGERBREADMAN
Tratorix
Diamondeye
autolycus
dcmort93
Nightbringer
Visorslash
Johhog
classical_hero
Ishmael

[Diamondeye]

True musicians play the guitar! Our killer is clearly a wimp... Or just a lunatic.

Vote: Seon. He's lunatic enough for my tastes!

[Tratorix]

True musicians play the guitar! Our killer is clearly a wimp... Or just a lunatic.

Vote: Seon. He's lunatic enough for my tastes!

What d'ya call someone who hangs around musicians all the time?

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

A drummer.

[Diamondeye]

What d'ya call someone who hangs around musicians all the time?

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

A drummer.

Ringo Starr?

[johnhughthom]

Ringo Starr?

Proves the point.

[dcmort93]

I'll Vote Classical ​for the time being

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm really 73 years old, but I keep my face looking young with stem cells. I crack open a baby and rub it all over mah face. Keeps me young and vital! I'm strong enough to have regular bowel movements, which means I'm the strongest one here! Also, I don't just buttle and janitize, I also dabble in groundskeepifying, so before we go any further, I need to remind all you coots to keep off mah lawn.

[Tratorix]

I'll Vote Classical ​for the time being

It's the night phase. You can't vote until morning.

[Diamondeye]

It's the night phase. You can't vote until morning.

It is now NIGHT 1!

Some of us have a hard time reading those tiny letters. Use some bugger ones.

[B-Wing]

Use some bugger ones.

Heh heh, you said "bugger".

Let me introduce us. I am Thaddeus Ladislaus DeLaney and this is my butler, Alex Taylor Paul Grearson.

Clues! I think I've solved this riddle: Thaddeus Ladislaus DeLaney is TLD and Alex Taylor Paul Gearson is ATPG! Eureka! I think this brings us within in whiskers of solving the bigger mystery. Who's up for BINGO?

[robbiecon]

Vote: johnhugthom, he moves too quickly, and he can hear everything we're saying. Not even one raised eyebrow of concentration.

[Major Robert Dump]

You know you're getting old when your'e actually interested in what a 20 yr old female has to say.....

[Nightbringer]

You know you're getting old when your'e actually interested in what a 20 yr old female has to say.....

No, you know you are getting old when you can't actually hear what they are saying. :)
But do I sense bitterness here? We're here for you man, group hug starting right over here!

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

Sent my stuff in.

[TheLastDays]

Alrighty, I actually have all the orders in. Writeup will be up shortly.

[TheLastDays]

Right at sunset one of the old men reached for his guitar case and unpacked his trusty six string to play one of his favourite songs:



It was a busy night for one of the guests at Sesame Peak Winter Resort. He had just finished talking to one of the other guests for a while, having carefully analyzed him when he was approached by another strange fellow.

"Heya", the strange fellow said and stopped our friend in his tracks.

"Good evening,", our busy old man replied, raising an eyebrow, "can I help you?"

"I didn't get your name."

Another raised eyebrow later our friend assumend that it would be no harm to tell him. "Name's Milton. What's yours?"

Strange fellow just nodded, gave our friend a healthy pat on the shoulder and continued on towards his room. Milton shook his head and was sure he had to check on this guy some time soon before something bad happened. Shrugging he decided to get a little fresh air before hitting the sheets and so he made his way to the nearby balcony to enjoy the fantastic view down into the valley for a few minutes. Milton had just settled out there when he suddenly felt a sting in his neck. His vision blurring he turned his head, much slower than he had planned. He couldn't really make out his attacker as his head started spinning and he barely managed to ask: "What was that?", before slumping down to the ground.

"A strong narcotic", the figure replied before foing to work.

The next morning a few guests discovered Milton on that balcony, hanging from a wooden bar, tied up there by his shoelaces. They discovered another piece of paper inside one of his empty shoes which were carefully arranged beneath him.

This old man, he played two
He played knick knack on my shoe
With a knick knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

Quickly all the guests gathered in the dining hall and only a few minutes later DeLaney and his butler Alex appeared as well.

"So was this another one of your suicides?", one of the men cried out at the owner of the hotel.

"It is unlikely, I would say", DeLaney replied, "no in fact it seems like our dear", he took a look at the ID they had found on the body, "Milton johnhughthom was murdered. So what are we going to do about this? There is obviously someone among my guests who doesn't want to have a few quiet days in the mountains. We will go about this in the only civilised manner that's available to us: Public Vote. So, all of you decide who among you is not what he professes to be. Vote and determine who killed these poor men. Alex will handle all the... more inconvenient matters."

With that DeLaney left the dining hall and the butler stepped up in front of the guests, a strangely satisfied grin on his face.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

johnhughthom was Milton, the psychiatrist. His alignment was town.

It is now DAY 1!

Voting closes Wednesday, 11 P.M. CET / 5 P.M. US Eastern. Votes after the deadline will not be counted, unless there is a tie. If there's a tie the first vote to break it after the deadline decides.

Alive:
B_Ray
Major Robert Dump
Captain Blackadder
issaikhaan
robbiecon
Seon
ELITEOFKWARMAN88GINGERBREADMAN
Tratorix
Diamondeye
autolycus
dcmort93
Nightbringer
Visorslash
Johhog
classical_hero
Ishmael

Killed:
johnhughthom

[Diamondeye]

I still want Vote:Seon to wake up.

[Johhog]

[vote]issaikhaan[/vote]

[Johhog]

Lol no votetags, forgot. Guess I'll have to do it the old school way.
VOTE: issaikhaan

[Tratorix]

It was a busy night for one of the guests at Sesame Peak Winter Resort. He had just finished talking to one of the other guests for a while, having carefully analyzed him when he was approached by another strange fellow.

Looks like our scumbag may have gotten lucky and offed the detective role night 1.

Vote: Johhog Welcome to the gameroom!

[Johhog]

Thanks!

Now let's hope that not everyone welcomes me in that fashion...

[dcmort93]

As I said earlier I'll Vote Classical​

[Ishmael]

The RNG really doesn't like new players. In the Vespasian game it told me to vote myself, and here it told me to vote Johhog. Not being cruel, I tossed the dice again, and got:

vote: dcmort93

[johnhughthom]

It's clearly Askthepizzaguy aka Alex Taylor Paul Grearson wot done the killing.

[B-Wing]

A psychiatrist? I'm trying to imagine what that role's ability would be, and can't come up with anything. I don't guess JHT's allowed to say, but I don't guess it matters at this point.

vote: Tratorix for voting for the new guy. I consider myself fairly newbie, too.