Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

When I become Director, and we lynch you, I will battle you to the death an arena filled with starving man-eating kittens.

[thefluffyone93]

It.....
WILL BE AN HONOR!

[scottishranger]

Fluffy for Director! Hail to teh kittiehs

Seriously I want him to win

[Askthepizzaguy]

Everyone does. If he seriously ran for Director I think my own people would support him over me.

[Montmorency]

I have my own song for the town.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

[thefluffyone93]

But 4 seriousliness....
this was the song I wanted you to play!


I find it extremely fitting....

[seireikhaan]

a) Done taking orders, night is fin.

b) Less spam.

[seireikhaan]

"There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles,
Blood in the streets it's up to my knee;
Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Just about the break of day.
She came, then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.
Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness.
Blood in the streets, it's up to my thigh.
The river runs down the legs of the city;
The women are crying red rivers of weeping."
...Peace Frog
...The Doors


Ninth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington

Zim left the council in haste, not wanting to linger in the streets. After a short distance, he pulled up to a small apartment complex, and gazed in relief at the sturdy exterior. But, his ears informed him he wasn’t alone. He could hear steps behind him. He turned his head, and saw a man in an overcoat giving pursuit. He ducked to the side, sprinting to the door. He only heard a missed gun-shot ring past him as he practically vaulted through the door.

He started to pick himself up, catching his breath. He turned back away from the door and found himself just a few feet away from three new folks, standing matter of factly in the hallway. One of them was leaning against a closed umbrella, as though it were a cane. He grinned slightly, before pulling a shotgun from his coat, and unleashing a shot straight into Zim’s chest. Zim was blasted into the door, giving it a short rattle, before slumping downwards. The grinning umbrella man jaunted forward, and pulled a knife from his coat, setting the shotgun aside. And so he began the merry work of carving off a single toe from the fallen victim.


Dcmort knew he’d had a bad feeling about this night. Just knew it. “I must be psychic or something,” he was thinking to himself as he sprinted down a dark alley, chased by a pair of madmen. “Should’ve made money off this. Shoulda, woulda, coulda, I guess….” Unfortunately, he didn’t receive the premonition of where the alley led to. He found himself sprinting out of it, and onto one of Fatlington’s less well cared for roads. He stumbled over a large crack in the pavement, and couldn’t quite catch his balance.

He tumbled to the pavement, and started to scramble when he felt cold metal pressed to the back of his head. “But how’d they catch up to me?” he wondered to himself. It was then he heard the two madmen’s footsteps behind him. “Wait… more of them?” He was too busy running thoughts through his brain to comprehend a short discussion between the four folks who’d pinned him down on this street. A loud bang ended such distractions.

The new attackers, who’d taken the death blow, flipped the body over, and left a silver fifty cent piece over the right eye, before taking a cautious bow to the original pursuers. The original pursuers left a picturesque shot of an Alaskan mountain range in Dcmort’s front pocket, with “Seward’s Folly” scrawled on the back.


“I’m telling ya, we still aint never gonna be gettin' nothin' outta that wasteland!” Sasaki’s new “drinking partner” yelled back. “Aint nothing but rock and snow and trees. And we paid the commies for it?!"

“Look,” Sasaki responded with a terse tone. “I don’t give a damn. It’s none of my business, and it hasn't and won't affect me ever. So… kindly find someone else to rant at.” The man’s expression suddenly became darker.

“Don’t care, do you? That’s… quite a mistake.” At that moment, a second man came up from behind Sasaki, wielding a metal bar stool. Sasaki glimpsed at the last moment his shadow on the bar, and turned just in time to get his hands in defense. He caught it with his hands, stopping the momentum in its tracks. At that moment, the drinking partner pulled a knife, and plunged it into Sasaki’s back. Sasaki keeled backwards, his head slamming into the wooden bar, struggling against the sitting device pressed to his face.

However, the duo had attracted the attention of a now very irate barkeep, who yelled to a pair of very large men in suits at the door to remove the troublemakers. The two immediately scrambled as the men in suits grabbed ash baseball bats and proceeded to the bar. Sasaki groaned as he lay against the bar, bleeding out the wound in his back. The barkeep immediately dialed up for Mercy hospital. Despite the trauma, it seemed Sasaki would narrowly escape with his life.


Woad&fangs was due for some luck, he was sure of it. All the tales of miraculous escapes and strange blunders. Surely some of that divine favor was reserved for him. Or, at least, that’s what he was hoping for as he drove down a lonely, dark street, trying to speed away from a pursuing vehicle. Sadly, for woad, this was not to be the case. He felt his car jostle violently as his right tire hit a large pothole, as he made a sharp turn, causing him to lose control of the vehicle. It tipped slightly, and in his effort to correct for it, he accidentally slammed the vehicle into the wall of an abandoned warehouse.

The pursuing vehicle slowed to a stop behind woad’s car, seeing no sign of escape. Two people in trench coats emerged, cautiously approaching. One finally got up to the driver’s side window, and peeked in, seeing a motionless woad inside. They gave a shrug at the other, who walked around to other side. They pulled out a picture of a snow-peaked mountain, with the words “Seward’s Folly” written around the edge, and slotted it under the right windshield wiper.


Choxorn stumbled out of Mercy, fully healed but still a little "off" after the past several hours. It was nothing against the hospital staff, they were excellent, but Choxorn had a very different treatment plan in mind.

Fatlington didn't have a red-light district, but if you knew where to go, chances were decent that you could find that particular type of companionship you were looking for. Choxorn knew where to go and walked down the usual avenues. However, this time, the streets were mostly bare. "Should have known," Choxorn said to himself, "off-season."

However, at that very instant he did find someone - or some*thing*. It was positively the ugliest nightwalker Choxorn had ever seen. Tall, wide, far too underdressed, and... hairy. Upon further examination Choxorn saw that without a doubt this was a man. He simply stared at "her" in openmouthed shock and disbelief. This... this was... this was just so...

*SCREECH - BANG!* As Choxorn was fixed in place by the distraction, a car drove right by him, its driver leaning out the window and gunning him down. It put on the brakes a second later and the "lady" got in the passenger's seat, not smiling.

"So, 'Bertha'," the driver said, trying to keep his voice steady. "How'd it go with your client?"

"That's not funny," "Bertha" replied, and "she" rolled down the window, flipped two 1951 Franklin silver half-dollars out, and motioned for the driver to gas it. The coins landed perfectly in place over Choxorn's eyes.


Zack stumped out from the hospital, still thanking his lucky stars that he hadn’t bit the dust earlier. It was clearly a sign that he was a favored one, a chosen soul. So, despite the darkness present around Fatlington at the moment, he stumped onwards, a shining aura surround him. When turned a corner, he saw a pair sitting on the sidewalk, with three coconut halves left sitting down on the ground in a line.

“Ah, look at this lucky gentleman!” One cheered. “Good sir, we’re running free entertainment on this street corner, for this night only! See these coconuts?” Zack gave a short, slightly confused nod. “Well, see, under one of these, we’ll leave a silver half dollar. Then, we’ll see how good your focus is. We’ll scramble them ‘round and ‘round, and if you can pick the right one, you get it! So, how about it, lucky sir, up for it? I see good fortune in your future!” With a grin, Zack nodded.

And so, one of the two picked up the middle half-shell, placed the coin in its spot, and set the shell down over it. “Now, ‘round and ‘round they go!” the showmen cheered in the back, as the partner shuffled the shells around, showing finely honed reflexes as the shells whirled around. Zack focuses intently on the chosen coconut, watching it skip to the left, the right, center, left, right, left. The entertainer shuffling the coconuts finally came to a screeching halt.

“Okay….” Zack explained slowly. “I want… that one!” he proclaimed, pointing to the coconut on his left. The shuffler slowly lifted the shell up. Zack leaned in a bit more. BLAM! Zack’s focus on his coin left him sadly unaware of the showmen hefting a shotgun from his coat. The shell shuffler smirked as they lifted up an empty shell. Sadly, for Zack, fortune could not stop a well-crafted scam. The shuffler picked up the three coconuts, all equally empty, and handed them to the showmen. The shuffler then pulled the original coin from their left pocket, as well as a second, and placed them on Zack’s eyes before departing down the alley after the showmen.


Khazaar wasn’t really sure how he’d ended up at this seedy looking apartment complex. He’d remembered leaving the Center, and then, his brain apparently lapsed out until this moment. Nevertheless, Khazaar wasn’t too concerned. He merely started down the path home. A car drove down the street, directly in Khazaar’s direction. His paranoia senses triggering, Khazaar immediately bolted back for the seedy complex. The car screeched to a halt, and four well-dressed folks stepped out, tommy guns in hand. They let loose a barrage of fire, but it was too late, as Khazaar had already ducked inside. The man who’d stepped out of the driver’s seat gave a growl, before motioning for the rest to get back into the car, not wanting to pursue into the maze .


Diamondeye was holed up in his house, watching quite the spectacle outside. A group of four individuals has pulled up in a vehicle, and were now accosting a lone man who stood before the door, proclaiming his immovability. Finally, it seemed one of the group had had it with the man, and gave him an almighty swat to the side of the head that sent him flying across the lawn and scurrying away. With that irritation gone, he took another step forward.

Diamondeye’s terror soon turned to glee as he saw a grenade explode to the side of the lead intruder, who immediately turned tail, screaming at his partners that the place was trapped. But as the car sped off, a second one pulled up. Two individuals came out, and cautiously stepped onto the pavement. But two more grenades exploded onto the lawn, and the two immediately leaped back. They looked at each other and shook their heads, stepping back into the car, deciding it may be best to wait for another day. As the vehicle sped off, Diamondeye could have sworn he heard a gleeful cackle from somewhere on his roof….


Jarema was again making his way down one of Fatlington's main boulevards, his trenchcoat billowing softly in the wind. The weather, as per usual now, was gusty again. He sank into his thoughts, wondering what was to happen in the grand scheme of things.

While departing Fatlington for the inner dimension of his thoughts, his senses happened to heighten. He caught a different sound, carried on by the wind.

*clop clop clop clop*

Confused, he stood there for a second before realizing, and then took out his pocketwatch. Ah yes, it was that time of night, wasn't it. Expressionless, he put his pocketwatch away and maintained stride, not really focusing on at anything anymore. Instead, he was waiting. Three, two, one, duck. Whoosh. There it was, the bolas wielded by the mysterious rider missing high again. As usual, there was no attempt to follow up the attack with another pass. Thus, Jarema continued walking as per normal and thinking.


Erebus was being as cautious as could be on his way back from the center. He took time to peek around every corner, and looked twice both ways before crossing every street. It was such wariness that let him spot the man coming from down a narrow alley, brandishing a tommy gun. Erebus took off in the other direction, as fast as his legs would take him. The man with the tommy gun immediately picked up his pace, but when he got out of the alley, someone besides Erebus greeted him. Someone with their own small arsenal in hand. The man with the tommy gun quickly abandoned pursuit, and fled back down the alley, grateful to avoid the small hail of bullets that chased him away.In a poorly lit basement, two individuals met. An offer that couldn’t be refused. A cause worth following. Something to strive for, something to believe in. Conviction and strength in unity. With grand plans laid out before them, what wasn’t to like?


09:04AM, Saturday, 7 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


"So that's pretty much it," Fermanagh finished. "We had a bit of luck here and there, but overall, the situation doesn't seem to be improved much, I'm afraid."

With a sigh, the commisioner sorted the remains of his notes.

"We'll start with the positives. We discovered that Visorslash was the leader of a small group of communists trying to overthrow Fatlington! We can't tell for sure that his death destroyed them for good, but it was a great step forward nonetheless! From there, Jolt was discovered to be a made man of a Tataglian mafia faction. Similarly, Drunk Clown was found to be the Tataglian Luca. While their deaths likely signify the end of that faction, I'm sure it was the other mafia making sure they didn't get picked up by their rivals."

The commissioner sighed for a moment to catch his breath and keep his composure.

"Moving on, we discovered an assortment of strange materials while investigating Kagemusha. It seems he had some kind of fixation on trying to kill people he'd thought owed him favors. We're not really sure what sort of psyche led to that bizarre behavior, but his being gone is probably for the best of everyone. Continuing on, we found that Johnhughthom and Romanic were both street wiseguys. We aren't sure if they had been doing work for the mafia families at the moment, but it's still quite likely the could have been drawn by the nectar of crime. And then, there was Cecil XIX, just a poor, ordinary man caught in things too big for him."

The commissioner gave a final cough before wrapping up.

"Lastly, we discovered that Tratorix was an FBI agent on some kind of counter-intelligence mission. We believe he was hunting for a specific person, but we haven't ascertained just who. Still, we're certain he was on the hunt for the communists that are lurking within us, so his loss is a blow."

With a small twitch, the commissioner handed over the day's events to the new director, Sturmhauke.

OOC:

Day Ten begins. You are voting for lynch only.

Phase ends:


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Attacked = 50: a completely inoffensive name (n2), Ameranth (n3), Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Cahoma (n2), Camikaze (n7)Cecil XIX (n3, n6), Chaotix (n2, n3), Craterus (n3), Diamondeye (n7, n9), Diana Abnoba (n6), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Earthling (n1), edse (n5), El Barto (n2), Erebus (n5, n6), guiri (n8), Hero di Classico (n7), Ishmael (n4), J.D. (n6), Jarema (n9), johnhughthom (n4), Khazaar (n8, n9), Master Necromanver (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Psychonaut (n5), Raskolnikov (n1), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), Scienter (n8 x2), scottishranger (n4), Secura (n3), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), sturmhauke (n8), Suburban Plankton (n4), taillesskangaru (n3), Zack (n6)

Wounded = 14: Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), guiri (n8), Lord Brennus (n3), Monk (n8), Psychonaut (n6), Sasaki (n9), Slysnake (n1, n3), Tratorix (n4), Zack (n7)

Killed = 38: Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Andres (n8), Arjos (n3), Bow-wow-wow (n5), ByzantineKnight (n6), Camikaze (n8), Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Cecil XIX (n7), Choxorn (n9), dcmort93 (n9), Drunk Clown (n7), El Barto (n3), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), Frozen in Ice (n8), fubbleskag (n8), Ibn-Khaldun (n8), J.D. (n6), Johnhughthom (n7), Jolt (n7), Kagemusha (n6), Lord Brennus (n5), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Memnon (n8), Moros [luca] (n2), Nictel (n6), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Raskolnikov (n6), robbiecon (n8), Romanic (n7) slysnake (n5), Suburban Plankton (n5), TinCow (n3), Tratorix (n6), Visorslash (n7), woad&fangs (n9), Xenoneb (n3), Zack (n9), Zim (n9)

Lynched = 8: Earthling (d2) [townie], a completely inoffensive name [townie](d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump (d4), Ishmael (d5), Montmorency (d6), landlubber (d8), Captain Blackadder (d9)

Wogged = 4: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane (n4), Master Necromanver (n4), taillesskangaru (n4)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

AggonyKing, Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, B Ray, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BillMc, BSmith, ByzantineKnight, Cahoma, Chaotix, Choxorn, Clitsome, Craterus, Crazed Rabbit, DaveShack, dcmort93, Death is yonder, Diamondeye, Diana Abnoba, Double A, edse, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, God Emperor, Guiri, hero di classic, Ironside, Ishmael, Jarema, J.D., Johhog, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, landlubber, LazyMcCrow, Lewwyn, Monk, Neri, Nictel, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Peasant Phil, Populous Romanus, Psychonaut, qlphz, Renata, Riedquat, Sasaki Kojiro, Scienter, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Skotsko, slash and earn, Sprig, sturmhauke, Thefluffyone93, The Stranger, ULC, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, woad&fangs, Xehh II, Yaropolk

[Ishmael]

Hey! I resent the notion that the death of a communist is a positive!

EDIT: Never mind, misread that.

[Visor]

We discovered that Visorslash was the leader of a small group of communists trying to overthrow Fatlington!

Aye. Go the communists. THey are the best choice.

TRATORIX!!!

[Askthepizzaguy]

2400 Plaza del Universo
Radio City building, Suite 501
Fatlington, New Jersey

Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

The Anachronism hour with Santino Slice Senior




"Buon giorno, Fatlings. This is Santino Slice, once again filling in for my son DJ Slice. Since the election, I had hopes that my son would be released from the Fatlington Jail; the new Director, however, will have none of that. So once again I am forced to rely on methods both legal and extralegal to get him back, without much success. But I have been assured by my lawyers that Saucy is safe and resting comfortably. I spoke to him on the phone recently and it seems there's only one thing on his mind, and that thing is keeping the radio show going. And so I will do what I must.

The song you just heard was "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. And fair warning to all you would-be 'saviors' of Fatlington, who think they can still do things the old way and emerge unscathed: the time for peace and civility while rubbing elbows with policemen and jailers is over. You're going to need more than a badge and a gun for protection these days, and unless you're packing the kind of firepower that the Families are bringing to this fight, you'd better call the National Guard and hope they bring a few tanks and helicopters as well.

As for my friends over at Mercy Hospital; keep up the good work. Rest assured, you'll be safe as long as you stay inside those walls, healing the sick and especially the injured.






If you want a summary of what happened, read the newspaper. But let me give you the short version:

• I sent Zim on vacation, and he won't be coming back.
• My Stracchi friends took care of Morty. Now his nickname has a lot more meaning.
• Someone attacked my friend Sasaki and now they're gonna pay for it, in blood. Fortunately the man is still alive to take revenge. From now on, Sasaki is not to be touched. You understand me? Because next time someone won't be walking away from this. They'll be carried in a body bag.
• Woad&fangs bit the dust, and the Corleone served it to him on a cold dish.
• Choxorn took a walk on the wild side with a Stracchi streetwalker, but his walk went on for a little bit too long and it was toward the pier.
• Zack spent too much time trying to figure out if an unladen swallow could carry a coconut. The Stracchi bridgekeeper sent him into the gorge of eternal peril.
• Khazaar eluded a band of hired guns who seemed to be missing someone.
• Diamondeye was attacked not once, but twice, and by armed gangsters. I guess he was protected by some heavier artillery than they could handle.
• Jarema was attacked by a lone madman; a madman whose competence is exceeded only by his sanity.
• Erebus was attacked by another lone someone. It's hard to find good help these days.

And that's that.





By the way, this radio station is changing its format. No longer will we be WAPG, New Jersey's greatest Mix station. We're changing our name to WSCM, New Jersey's scummiest Rock and Metal station.

I'll take requests but they'd better suit my taste. If I get another request for pokemon music from any of these bums, I'm going to catch 'em all and shove them in a small, cramped prison, and toss them in the river to lose a battle with some hungry fish.

Capisce?"

[seireikhaan]

Okay, results are not finished, but I think I got the biggest ones out of the way. Also, I am floored. It's nearly 5 am and I have a midterm in... 12 hours. I need a small bit of z's, at least. I'll try to have it finished and wrapped up in about 4 or 5 hours. Thanks for the patience.

[Ishmael]

Can I put in a request for Rock Lobster, by the B-52's? Hey, I'm old-fashioned (or new-fashioned, considering the setting).

[Visor]

Uhhh.... Join Commie's!
Select Caterus!

Oh yeah, infiltrators like this guy will be dealt with mercilessly. Just pointing that out in case it wasn't already mentioned. MERCILESSLY. Join the commies to win, but if you don't want to do join, don't infiltrate, or you will not make it out alive.

[classical_hero]

By the looks of it, you have to be mad to host this game.

[Askthepizzaguy]

By the looks of it, you have to be mad to host this game.

After a month of play we are still only down to the numbers required for a Huge game.

Most of the inactive people were killed off too, so this is about to get real up in here. No idea what's gonna happen because chaos is all that I see. Everything looks all neat and orderly on the surface but you just know that's not going to last.

Well done lasting 10 rounds, anyone think they can last another?

[edse]

I'll throw the first stone as I am without sin.

Vote:Believer One of ATPG's marionettes. And I don't know him so if he's clean I won't feel sad.

[classical_hero]

After a month of play we are still only down to the numbers required for a Huge game.

Most of the inactive people were killed off too, so this is about to get real up in here. No idea what's gonna happen because chaos is all that I see. Everything looks all neat and orderly on the surface but you just know that's not going to last.

Well done lasting 10 rounds, anyone think they can last another?

This game is absolutely insane. I am having a great time with this.

[Riedquat]

Wait... what happened with Cahoma?

[edse]

Wait... what happened with Cahoma?

He's still mafia, we already know that. Let someone else take care of him.

[Death is yonder]

I have reliable intel that fyremarble is the stracchi don, he needs to go.

Vote: fyremarble

Wait... what happened with Cahoma?

Bigger fish to fry, confirmed mafia scum won't be running anywhere anyway.

[Cahoma]

Wait... what happened with Cahoma?

Gotta say, I'm disappointed nobody bothered attacking me tonight.

All that protection for NOTHING.

[Riedquat]

I have reliable intel that fyremarble is the stracchi don, he needs to go.

Vote: fyremarble



Bigger fish to fry, confirmed mafia scum won't be running anywhere anyway.

That is the dude asking Who should I vote for? Please tell me? like 3/4 days ago??

Vote: frymarble

[God Emperor]

Vote: Fyremarble

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'm afraid that fyremarble will not be lynched today, for the same reasons I won't be.

You don't control the vote, Death is yonder. I'm vetoing this particular lynch, just like I vetoed the Cahoma one.

You want to try again?

[Askthepizzaguy]

I nominate Reidquat for the alternative lynch.


Vote: Reidquat.

Simple enough, though I'll entertain some other ideas.

If you prefer, I could always choose someone more.... important.

[Subotan]

Is The Stranger still around? Because y'all could lynch him if you have to.

[Jarema]

ATPG, I have sent you my music request via PM
It was with dedication, too

and it was definitely NOT a pokemon song

[Death is yonder]

I'm afraid that fyremarble will not be lynched today, for the same reasons I won't be.

You don't control the vote, Death is yonder. I'm vetoing this particular lynch, just like I vetoed the Cahoma one.

You want to try again?

I'll die trying

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Preferably not literally of course

[edse]

Okey, we have to stay united for the towns vote to succeed (as I told you last time with Cahoma). Unvote: Vote: fyremarble it is apparently not ATPG's will that we lynch this guy so it is a good lynch.