Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Double A]

Gah. I overslept. No vote for me.

[Montmorency]

It's OK, we already know what you are.

[Double A]

It's OK, we already know what you are.

Gah?

I meant I couldn't vote.

[TheLastDays]

You'll all be surprised, again, by me

Everyone thought I was Mafia in Netherworld, I wasn't, keep guessing, guys.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Please send your orders to issaikhaan ONLY. Do not send them to GH.

"Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine."
...The Waste Land
...T.S. Eliot

8:42PM Sunday 6 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

It was clear from the outset of the day's voting that the facade of control Director Captain Blackadder had over the Committee was just that: a facade. Very early on, the Director realized just how dangerous insulation was. Moves were being made all around him, moves that he was not privy to, and quite soon he found himself not only in the position of losing his Directorship but he was also in danger of being lynched.

He was completely ignored as the battle lines on the Committee started to become apparent. Askthepizzaguy, who had made his scumminess apparent over the past few days, was making a play for the Directorship, almost as if it was his birthright. Immediately he attracted a huge amount of votes, many of his voters additionally saying that Blackadder should be lynched for good measure. Blackadder gulped. This was looking worse and worse.

Eventually enough of the other Committee members were worried and agitated enough, remembering how Pizzaguy was the town's lynch choice for the past two days and how he was saved only by a clearly very shady lawyer. Their efforts finally produced a consensus candidate: sturmhauke, who some days earlier had expressed his agitation over both Pizza *and* the current Director. Over the course of the day, this counter-movement steadily gained ground, but never seemed to have enough juice to unseat Pizza as the lead candidate.

This was, of course, until the end of the day when Pizzaguy, taking the podium and sporting an overly-toothy smile, announced that the charade was over for now and that his supporters were free to vote for sturmhauke. sturmhauke looked completely baffled as the votes started to cascade his way, and what was once a close contest had turned into a landslide. All in all sturmhauke was not quite sure how to feel about this, and by the end of the day his Directorship was a foregone conclusion.

So where was the current Director in all of this? As Blackadder's lack of control became more and more evident as the day progressed on, he hid in a remote corner of the ballroom, trying to look more and more invisible. This worked for the most part as he was completely forgotten. However, at the end of the day, when Commissioner Fermanagh called on the Director to perform his final duties, all eyes in the room quickly found him. Blackadder's time was up.

His suit was a mess. Blackadder had sweated all through his undershirt, leaving his shirt and especially its collar quite dark and perspired. The fact that he had taken off his jacket and put it back on and taken it off multiple times only added to this visibility. His tie was loose and off-center. His pants were wrinkled, his shoes dirty. At this point in the day, he looked worse for the wear than Fermanagh, which was saying something.
His eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit. Searching for anything friendly. He found nothing. The sweat started pouring down his face. Commissioner Fermanagh started advancing on his position. His white-clad assistants, inherited from Hankerchief, were nowhere to be seen. He was truly alone.

"I didn't deserve this," he muttered, so that only a few could hear him. Finally, he acted, scrambling, struggling to run and get on his feet at the same time. He got a few steps, tripped, fell, got up again, and sprinted for the exit, intending to leave the Executive Meeting Room and the entire Convention Center (and probably all of Fatlington) behind forever.

"Stop him!" Fermanagh yelled, and the Committee sprung into action, but Blackadder was running on pure adrenaline and had too much of a lead. The swiftest Committee members could only keep up and continue to mark Blackadder's position as he continued to outgain them. They followed Blackadder out of the room, into the Convention Center, to the front doors, they saw him open the front doors, sprinting for freedom...

*sproing* "WAAAAAAGHHH-"

He launched out of sight. Puzzled, the Committee members followed Blackadder out of the door, being very careful about where they stepped. He seemed to have entirely disappeared until everybody heard his screaming, and then they saw it. It came from above.

Everybody looked up. The now-former Director was suspended halfway up the Convention Center building, held in place and immobile by an elaborate rigging system no doubt set up by Hankerchief's former assistants. Struggling accomplished nothing, indeed, it only seemed to make the ropes tighter on him. Blackadder's hands had no give at all, and his legs could do little aside from dangle. He was completely incapacitated.

Seeing this, he started pleading with the Committee members to let him down, but they were deaf to his cries for help. This was the Director's fate, then, to hang there until starvation and/or the elements finished him off. Painted on the outside of the Convention Center, right next to where Blackadder was suspended and with an arrow pointing to him so there was to be no doubt as to what this signified, was the word "PAWN" in blood-red letters.

Fermanagh looked at Blackadder, crying for mercy, and shook his head sadly. He had a very disturbing feeling that the next stage of the mafia's infiltration into Fatlington was about to begin.


OOC

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This is subject to change at khaan's discretion.

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Lynch vote tally:

Captain Blackadder: 16 (ATPG, TLD, Cahoma, Krill, auto, Jarema, GamezRule, Diamondeye, gibson, Nightbringer, Neri, hero, DaveShack, Beskar, fyremarble, Beefy)

Askthepizzaguy: 10 (DiY, edse, Populus, God Emperor, Diana, CR, Lewwyn, Erebus, TS, sturmhauke)

Cahoma: 5 (Riedquat, Choxorn, Craterus, B_Ray, Skotsko)

Peasant Phill: 1 (fluffy)

fluffy: (sasaki)*

Abstained: 7 (SisterCoyote, Chaotix, Clitsome, AggonyKing, Zim, Ironside, Believer)
Present: 1 (Winston Hughes)

*Sasaki I believe changed his vote at some point but forgot to unvote.
** guiri lodged a vote but it was not counted as he is in Mercy Hospital.


Director vote tally:

sturmhauke: 22 (DiY, Populus, SisterC, Diana, Riedquat, Sasaki, Choxorn, edse, sturmhauke, Scienter, Zim, fluffy, CR, Lewwyn, Erebus, ATPG, Cahoma, hero, GamezRule, Believer, TLD, Skotsko)

ATPG: 14 (Diamondeye, God Emperor, Krill, auto, Jarema, gibson, Clitsome, Neri, AggonyKing, DaveShack, Beskar, Ironside, fyremarble, Beefy)

Craterus: 2 (Craterus, The Stranger)

[Johhog]

Sorry guys, I forgot to announce that I was out of town during the weekend. Back now.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Good evening, Director Sturmhauke...

I do hope you enjoy your stay. I know you feel all nice and safe with that town-appointed goon squad surrounding you.

Yes.... nice and safe.

My advice to you is to stay locked inside that nice little office of yours.




See you in the morning....

[Askthepizzaguy]

OOC Note: Some of you folks had been sending orders to Seamus still, undoubtedly a few will miss the note that says send orders to issaikhaan tonight.

Issaikhaan.

I'll be back in 7 hours with N9 stuff.

[Montmorency]

When you are defeated in the end, Pizza, when you are strung up by the pepperoni, I will post a song. That song.

You know the one...

[Ishmael]

When you are defeated in the end, Pizza, when you are strung up by the pepperoni, I will post a song. That song.

You know the one...

Must resist urge to post 'rick-roll' link....

[thefluffyone93]

HAPPY NOW?

[Sigurd]

nvm... too late.

I see you elected Don Cunnio as Director... GOOD CALL TOWN!!!!!! not

[Montmorency]

Oh god.

I just had one of these moments.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

[Montmorency]

"What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause? To use their knowledge against them..."

NO ONE IS SAFE

[shlin28]

Real life is literally filled to the brim with stuff for me to do, sorry for missing another phase :(

[GamezRule]

No no no! Don't you know mafia comes first!

[Captain Blackadder]

Well done mafia killing just about the only confirmed townie in the game and you didn't even have to nightkill me. Well done, Well done.

[GamezRule]

Technically the mafia know who all the townies are.

[Ishmael]

Only if Pizza's EVIL CONGLOMERATE OF DEATH! is actually real. He may be leading us all on...unless you know something that we don't. Lynch GamezRule!

[sturmhauke]

nvm... too late.

I see you elected Don Cunnio as Director... GOOD CALL TOWN!!!!!! not

Do you actually believe that, or are you just trying to cause trouble? I mean you were the one behind all that lolcommie stuff too.

Look at it this way: If the town follows me and I'm a townie, we have a chance. If the town follows me and I'm a Don or otherwise a mafia member, the town is screwed. But if the town scatters into little groups and solo operations, the town is screwed anyway. I'm not anything but what I have said before: a townie who did some vig work and now sits in the Director seat. Even if you don't believe me, if we don't work together we lose.

[Cahoma]

Do you actually believe that, or are you just trying to cause trouble? I mean you were the one behind all that lolcommie stuff too.

Look at it this way: If the town follows me and I'm a townie, we have a chance. If the town follows me and I'm a Don or otherwise a mafia member, the town is screwed. But if the town scatters into little groups and solo operations, the town is screwed anyway. I'm not anything but what I have said before: a townie who did some vig work and now sits in the Director seat. Even if you don't believe me, if we don't work together we lose.

You forgot one little thing. The town is screwed no matter what.

[Subotan]

lol, town is totally screwed

[Choxorn]

nvm... too late.

I see you elected Don Cunnio as Director... GOOD CALL TOWN!!!!!! not

Which would you prefer, Don Cunnio or Darth Pizza? At least Sturmhawke, if he actually is a Don, doesn't have Sith Powers.

[Montmorency]

Do you actually believe that, or are you just trying to cause trouble? I mean you were the one behind all that lolcommie stuff too.

Look at it this way: If the town follows me and I'm a townie, we have a chance. If the town follows me and I'm a Don or otherwise a mafia member, the town is screwed. But if the town scatters into little groups and solo operations, the town is screwed anyway. I'm not anything but what I have said before: a townie who did some vig work and now sits in the Director seat. Even if you don't believe me, if we don't work together we lose.

I don't know. Wouldn't that be just like devious-devising Pizza? To pull off this whole charade just to make town look like fools? To teach us the meaning of power?

From the old write-up:

Upon recovering, Attacker Number One saw his partner's predicament, and had a choice to make: finish the assignment, or tend to his partner. Another moan from Attacker Number Two made the decision for him. Cursing, Attacker Number One picked his partner up and left the bar, leaving a very befuddled sturmhauke to buy his savior a drink. Nobody noticed the picture of Alaska with the words "Seward's Folly" scrawled inside the outline the attackers had left behind in their hasty retreat.

Then:

Seward's Folly Mafia (Stracchi??): 6 effectives

Toe Mafia (Cunnio??) : 7 effectives

Now, I figured these were the 2nd and 3rd most powerful families. I also figured that the Stracchi and Cunnio were the most powerful families after the Corleone. So those labels need not remain. They could be switched. But one of these ought to be Cunnio, and one ought to be Stracchi.

Seward's Folly Mafia (Cunnio)

Why did Pizza just hand you the Directorship? Why would he do that?

Could it be that Pizza had planned this from the beginning? That he had developed this facade for you to fool the Town with?

That, as a part of the disguise, you needed to be attacked by Mafia? Of course, you would do it with your own men. Easier to keep track of the men that way. No?

Are you Pizza's Dooku?

Of course, it could just be my imagination going wild.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Why did Pizza just hand you the Directorship? Why would he do that?

Could it be that Pizza had planned this from the beginning? That he had developed this facade for you to fool the Town with?

That, as a part of the disguise, you needed to be attacked by Mafia? Of course, you would do it with your own men. Easier to keep track of the men that way. No?

Are you Pizza's Dooku?

I officially award you the "Oh snap!" award for the entire game.

Why weren't you so kick- when you were alive? Seriously, death agrees with you.

Well done mafia killing just about the only confirmed townie in the game and you didn't even have to nightkill me. Well done, Well done.

Doctor protection and the Director's goon squad are both illusions which make you feel secure. No one is truly safe.

[Ishmael]

No one is truly safe.

I am so going to throw this back at you when your protection squad fails you one night, and you die with a look of shock on your face. In fact, you should probably submit a kill write-up yourself in case this ever happens, just so it's suitably dramatic .

[sturmhauke]

I don't know. Wouldn't that be just like devious-devising Pizza? To pull off this whole charade just to make town look like fools? To teach us the meaning of power?

We're doing a fine job of making ourselves look like fools all by ourselves. If the town seriously buys Sigurd's BS about me being Don Cunnio, just vote to execute me and get it over with. By the time the reveal comes around that I'm not, it will be too late to do anything about it; the mafia will have scored a ton of kills and earned some promotions for their members. If anyone doesn't buy it, contact me. It's better than sitting around waiting to lose.

[Ishmael]

Or, if you recognise the fact that the town is likely to lose, contact me and join the Communist Party! We can win with town or mafia!

[Askthepizzaguy]

I have to admit, the communists are the last refuge of the townies not able to go mafia.

You want to win the game but cannot become mafia anytime soon? Go communist. The dark side welcomes you either way. You can still win with the town if they should happen to win, but can win other ways as well.

It's silly not to try. Contact Ishmael if you see yourself as a Red.

[Montmorency]

Ishmael is dead. How many commies are there left, really?