Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Visor]

Yes, but MRD is funny.

And you are apparently a fake communist.

And to be honest, ticking off the stranger is quite fun. :D

I don't think whatever the case is on MRD is, is worth lynching him. The whole overreaction thingy.

[Sigurd]

And you are apparently a fake communist.

And that makes me a larger threat than... um.... eh...

[TheLastDays]

unvote, vote: MRD

Sorry buddy, but I know firsthand what you are able to do while you are simply pretending to fool around.

[Visor]

My dog? yes.

Unvote; Vote: MRD

[Visor]

@ Sigurd

I don't think you should be lynched either.

[Sigurd]

@ Sigurd I don't think you should be lynched either.

Well that is good to hear.
I have an open position in my organization should you be interested.

[classical_hero]

unvote; vote:Sigurd Lets make it tighter.

[The Stranger]

day concluded.


Major Robert Dump: 18 (DiamonEye, Edse, gibsonsg91921, Byzantine Knight, Lazy McCrow, ATPG, Woad&fangs, sasaki, renata, seon, Gamezrule, Jarema, Ironside, TS, Sigurd, CR, guiri, OTLD, Visorslash)

Sigurd: 17 (Cahoma, Choxorn, gnarlycharlie, montmerency, God Emperor, Erebus, FrozenIce, Landlubber, SCienter, Craterus, chaotix, Fubbleskag, Xehh, Scottishranger, Lewynn, Isaihkhaan, Hero Di Classico)

Chaotix: 6 (Death is Yonder, Believer, Ishmael, Suburban Plankton, Daveshack, sigurd)
Populus Romanus: 4 (Cecil XIX, shlin28, Sturmhauke, Secura)

Woad&Fangs: 3 (Populus Romanus, Riedquat, WhiteEyes)

Yaropolk: 1 (ULC,)


Backwards Logic: 1 (Winston Hughes)
Scienter: 1 (Andres)
Slysnake: 1 (Clitsome)
Clitsome: 1 (Skotsko)
ATPG: 1 (Thefluffyone93)
Present: 1 (Kennigit)
Cecil: 1 (Psychonaut)

Abstain: (BSmith, Sister Coyote, MRD, memnon, beefy187)



FoS at all the tiebreakers.

[Diamondeye]

FoS at all the tiebreakers.

Puh-lease. Sigurd is just having a bit of revolution fun. Nothing wrong with that, in my opinion.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Why is DE highlighted that color, again.

Some joke I missed?

[Visor]

Communists. Sigurd used it. Read thread. Advice dispensed.

[Major Robert Dump]

Whats funny is that I abstained in the face of close lynch. Man I couldn't fool you guys.

And to think I declined ATPGinvite and Crazed Rabbits vig invite to kill Warman because I did not want to appear suspicious if scanned

Oh well, you guys got me. Since my mafia team threw me under the bus after screwing up the night orders, I have full reason to believe they are usurpers. I'm not sure if my successor will be Ironside or GH, but I have a good guess, and you may want to vig or lynch Jarema and Daveshack before they officially join the newly organized crew.

Jerk move revealing my team you say? It's not like anyone here can beat me up over the internet....

[Visor]

*Salutes*

[LazyMcCrow]

Whats funny is that I abstained in the face of close lynch. Man I couldn't fool you guys.

And to think I declined ATPGinvite and Crazed Rabbits vig invite to kill Warman because I did not want to appear suspicious if scanned

Oh well, you guys got me. Since my mafia team threw me under the bus after screwing up the night orders, I have full reason to believe they are usurpers. I'm not sure if my successor will be Ironside or GH, but I have a good guess, and you may want to vig or lynch Jarema and Daveshack before they officially join the newly organized crew.

Jerk move revealing my team you say? It's not like anyone here can beat me up over the internet....

Wow - That dead TinCow is amazing
If you are indeed mafia, I simply have no idea how much of your confession is believeable! But since you're spilling your beans all over town, would you care to elaborate further about the specifics of the messed up orders? I'm sure the Fatlington PD will keep you safe until you're lynched

[naut]

Wow - That dead TinCow is amazing
If you are indeed mafia, I simply have no idea how much of your confession is believeable! But since you're spilling your beans all over town, would you care to elaborate further about the specifics of the messed up orders? I'm sure the Fatlington PD will keep you safe until you're lynched

MRD's post is pure WIFOM.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
… “The Internationale”
… Pottier/Geyter


7:45PM Wednesday 1 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


Director Hankerchief had departed halfway through the day's voting making no excuses to anybody present in the ballroom. There was a brief muttering as to where he possibly could have gone, until someone on the Committee mentioned that he had probably left to set up for the masquerade that he had announced at the start of the voting. This satisfied most everybody in the room, save for Commissioner Fermanagh who was now left with the unenviable task of tallying up the day's numerous votes. After an exhaustive count, he was finally ready to announce the results to the assembled Committee.

"Well, it looks like it's decided," he said, coughing, "You have chosen[/I] Major Robert Dump [I]to be the lynch for today, and he will face the justice that is coming to him... eventually. However, I have received explicit instructions from Director Hankerchief that before the execution is to take place, everyone is expected to take part in the masquerade tonight at Club 30. He wants you all there in 45 minutes, as that will be enough time to go home, change into your most stylish outfits (as per the owner's requests for hosting this event), and arrive there. Anyone who does not attend will be severely punished."

With that, there was nothing left to do for the Committee but file out and drive home. MRD, believing that he may have been granted a possible reprieve, did so in a state of nervous half-ecstasy. Surely nothing bad would happen in Club 30... right?


8:33PM Wednesday 1 November 1951
Club30, Reenk Roink, Proprieter
Bayside wharehouse district; Fatlington, New Jersey

Forty-five minutes later precisely, the entire membership of the Committee arrived at the Club, located in the Bayside district. After the previous day's double execution, everyone's fear of the Director was sufficient enough to keep them in line. One brave Committee member, tired of all the milling around, opened the doors, and everybody calmly filed in. No one noticed the large "CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION" sign hanging on the outside of the doors.

For a change, the Committee members found the club well-lit, quiet, and for the most part empty. Off to the side, at the bar, was Reenk - the best-dressed in the place, as usual - with a couple of heavyset hirelings manning the area just in case anything got out of hand. In the middle of the dance floor was Director Hankerchief, clad in all-black attire, flanked by his customary scantily-dressed four women in white. The women had their masks on already; the Director did not.

He coughed once. There was total silence. "Thank you for your attention, everybody," he said, "and welcome to the combination Halloween/Day of the Dead masquerade. As it seems I was a day off with my execution method yesterday, this event will serve nicely to catch me back up. Incidentally, today is also the Feast of All Saints, and though I like many of you am a good Catholic, I find the Day of the Dead theme entirely more appropriate given the current circumstances. Now, my four lovely assistants will begin passing out masks for you all, and once they're done then the dance will begin."

As the scantily-dressed women began their task, the Director sidled his way over to the bar. Reenk served Hankerchief his usual whiskey and then, eying the crowd, engaged him in a brief conversation. "I still don't see why you had to have the dance here," he said. "Masquerades are *so* Belle Époque and my club has a reputation to uphold, you know."

"You're being paid well enough to put up with it for a night," the Director replied, and then after a beat, "You don't have any butterscotch on you this time, do you?"

Reenk shook his head no. "Good." And with that, the Director made his way back to the dance floor, this time heading for the Wurlitzer 850 Peacock and spinning a dime around his fingers.

When his assistants had finished passing out the masks, the Director made a motion for everyone to put them on, dimmed the lights, and put his dime into the Wurlitzer. "Let the masquerade begin," he said without further fanfare, and after a few seconds' silence the music started up.



After a brief slow start, the tempo became upbeat and the dancers started moving around to the jaunty yet disturbing melody, which was in 3/4 time. Most if not all of the Committee members had never been to a masquerade before, but they instinctively knew what to do and settled into the dance as if they were part of a different era.

All of them knew what to do except for MRD.

He was the only one who had not been given a mask. MRD knew that this was by design and figured that it would be best to not say anything about this in order to not draw attention to himself. But now he was regretting it. The masks, it seemed, had some weird transmuting power that allowed their wearers to know what they were doing, to fully get into things, to become part of the night and all it stood for. MRD, who wore no mask, had no part of it. He was still fully tethered to the world of the present-day, but inside Club 30 that world's rules no longer applied. Inside Club 30, there was only the dance and the dancers and the music.

The music. As its tempo and dynamics ebbed and flowed, MRD's emotions became more and more frayed. The club, while still dark, somehow still possessed enough light to make everything gleam. And to MRD, everything looked like a weapon. He caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye - was that a Bowie knife pointing right at him? Was that dancer moving closer to him? Something else drew his attention to a different part of the floor - that *had* to be a gun, ready to be fired as soon as its wielder had a clear shot. And the masks. The masks were constantly gleaming, constantly lit, circling around him and providing no escape.

And now, MRD began to panic. The song was becoming ever-more intense, the tempo was drawing increasingly close to suicidal, he had to get out before he went insane. He needed to leave this club and reconnect with the Fatlington that he knew was right outside the door before Club 30 and this hellish masquerade took his soul forever. He started to run. Stumbling, MRD got maybe two steps before he tripped over something and splayed out on the parquet. Somehow, every single dancer went on uninterrupted.

Not concerned in the least about the rhythm of the dancers, MRD started shoving his way through the crowd, pushing people out of the way in a desperate to find the doors and get as far away from Club 30 as he possibly could. The morass of people blocking him - but still circling around - seemed to be much greater than the 100+ Committee members, but none of this concerned MRD. His single purpose in life was now finding that door. As the song continued to play, he pushed and clawed and stumbled his way through the dancers, finally making his way to Club 30's front doors, only to find the greatest shock of his life waiting for him.

The doors were gone.

MRD screamed in terror, looking around wildly. He hadn't lost his place in the club; he was absolutely positive that absolutely no doors were lining the walls anywhere along the perimeter of the building. Even the bar and the restrooms were gone. For MRD, his world now solely consisted of the dance floor of Club 30. He was about to collapse in shock when finally, the song seemed to reach a climax.

What would have been a brief pause in the music was instead filled by the loud, obnoxious roar of a chainsaw. GeneralHankerchief had somehow appeared over MRD, raising the saw high, its noise drowning out the hopeful melody of the oboe, signifying dawn and the end of the song. Paralyzed, overcome by a whirlwind of emotions, MRD could only stand in place as the Director brought the chainsaw down over his head and kept going. It lasted about 15 seconds, and by the end of it MRD was sawed clean in half, although somehow none of the blood got on the Director's or anyone else's suits. By the time Director Hankerchief turned the chainsaw off, the crowd could hear the final two notes play before the song finally ended. With that, the Director opened the front doors and walked out of Club 30 without a word, followed by his four female assistants. The lights turned back on. The masquerade was over.



OOC

Orders (active and passive separate please) for Night 4 are due no later than:
.

The write up will follow as soon as I can, though it may take some time given the volume of orders.

Lynch Vote Tally:

MRD 18(ATPG, ByzantineKnight, Crazed Rabbit, Diamondeye, edse, Gibsonsong, guiri, Ironside, Jarema, Lazy McCrow, Oh!TheLastDays!, Renata, Sasaki, Seon, Sigurd, The Stranger, Visorslash, Woads and Fang)

]Sigurd 17 (Cahoma, Chaotix, Choxorn, Craterus, Erebus, Frozen in Ice, fubbleskag, gnarley charlie, God Emperor, hero di classico, Issaikhan, landlubber, Lewwyn, Montmorency, Scienter, Scottish Ranger, Xehh II)

Chaotix 6 (Believer, DaveShack, Death is yonder, GamerzRule, Ishmael, Suburban Plankton)

Populous Romanus 4 (Cecil XIX, Shlin28, Secura, Sturmhauke)

w&f 3 (Populous Romanus, Riedquat, White_eyes)

Yaropolk 1 (ULC)
Scienter 1 (Andres)
Slysnake 1 (Clitsome)
Raskolnikov 1 (Craterus)
Seon 1 (Diamondeye)
ATPG 1 (Thefluffyone89)
Clitsome 1 (Skotsko)
Backwards Logic 1 (Winston Hughes)
Cecil XIX 1 (Psychonaut)

Abstain 5 (Beefy 187, Bsmith, Major Robert Dump, Memnon, SisterCoyote)

[Death is yonder]

Well, that was a wonderful write up

A most queer situation involving communists, definitely should be investigated.

MRD's claim is definitely worth looking into at the very least, if not actively pursued via lynch. I'd wager at least part of the message is true, if not the part of the names, then his other claims, though that means that the overall usefulness of this supposed "exposure" decreases dramatically.

[Cahoma]

Epic.

[LazyMcCrow]

CHOOON!

[Renata]

Awesome. This is why we hired you, GH. Anyone care to dance? :)

[Renata]

Oh, were we supposed to get Earthling's reveal, or is that only at morning write-ups?

[TinCow]

TinCow is a great player.. as Mafia. His townie efforts are sadly lacking and in this case he is accusing a fellow townie.

Fair enough, though I wonder why you're so certain I was a townie. As far as I am aware, I never commented on my role in any way. Why are you in it for the lulz this time? That does not seem like the Sigurd I know. Fun, yes, but causing confusion simply to cause confusion... that's a Reenk play, not a Sigurd play.

[LazyMcCrow]

Oh, were we supposed to get Earthling's reveal, or is that only at morning write-ups?

I thought it was 3 days? If so we should find out at some point Day 5

[Ishmael]

Well we got Captain Blackadder's role last night, so we should get Earthling's tomorrow morning (is it Night 4 already? Wow). Incidentally, fantastic write-up GH. I'm having no regrets over your election.

[Sigurd]

Fair enough, though I wonder why you're so certain I was a townie. As far as I am aware, I never commented on my role in any way. Why are you in it for the lulz this time? That does not seem like the Sigurd I know. Fun, yes, but causing confusion simply to cause confusion... that's a Reenk play, not a Sigurd play.

A Mafia TinCow dieing early... is an absurdity.
Sigurd doesn't have a set way of playing... at least that is his intention... but he does love the crazy townie style from the good old days. And the confusion was minor. It was a minor joke that started in the off-topic thread. Renata demanded her commie PM when this game had started and the off-topic was closed. I made something on the fly and sent out to a few others from that thread. I am flattered to be compared to Reenk... but I don't think I am causing any confusion.

I am just the mad townie that believes he is the head of the KGB. I was merely creating a background for the endgame. Role playing is much more fun.

And ...
before anyone forgets: This is Capo de Tutti Capi after all...

[TinCow]

A Mafia TinCow dieing early... is an absurdity.

Well, I was lynched as mafia on Day 1 not too long ago... though it was through no error on my part.

Sigurd doesn't have a set way of playing... at least that is his intention... but he does love the crazy townie style from the good old days. And the confusion was minor. It was a minor joke that started in the off-topic thread. Renata demanded her commie PM when this game had started and the off-topic was closed. I made something on the fly and sent out to a few others from that thread. I am flattered to be compared to Reenk... but I don't think I am causing any confusion.

I am just the mad townie that believes he is the head of the KGB. I was merely creating a background for the endgame. Role playing is much more fun.

And ...
before anyone forgets: This is Capo de Tutti Capi after all...

For purely hypothetical purposes, let's assume I believe you. In that situation, then what is your plan? Is it just pure fun, or are you planning on making a new mafia family with your KGB crew?

[Renata]

Vote:MRD I don't have internet enough to read all this

About the communist request: I got a pm from Seamus where he said the commies wanted to recruit me and I could accept or refuse. If I accepted I would get the recruiters name, if I refused nothing. That how it works.

Edit: They can't kill me for telling, can they?

Are you who I think you are?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Fair enough, though I wonder why you're so certain I was a townie. As far as I am aware, I never commented on my role in any way. Why are you in it for the lulz this time? That does not seem like the Sigurd I know. Fun, yes, but causing confusion simply to cause confusion... that's a Reenk play, not a Sigurd play.

Sigurd would do this.

In Star Wars: Fall of the Order, Sigurd participated knowingly in a lie that got him lynched, and he allowed it to happen.

Sometimes wild ideas crawl up his butt.

[Arjos]

I'm dead (and glad that I don't have to keep up with all the pages XD), but to all who voted for Sigurd:



I mean even if he's going to build a mafia family, who cares? Chaotix announced that since the beginning and been vig since...
Still don't trust him and consider him a threat? (lol) Get detectives to do their job...

[TheLastDays]

Awesome. This is why we hired you, GH. Anyone care to dance? :)

May I, M'lady?

Awesome. writeup. I demand more of this. There's no question who I'll select for the next term.