Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

Hope is an illusion, a comforting mirage, a self-indulgent self-delusion. It is that which makes men charge into a hail of bullets rather than stay safe in the trenches. There is no hope here... in this city... this is a world where dreams become nightmares.

[Cahoma]

It's far better for the families to organize and help eachother out against the common enemy, the town. If any family decides to tear it up tonight and attack their allies, they suddenly lose atleast half their allies. They lose control of the lynch and will suddenly give the town a chance again.

Look what happened to the Barzini. They stayed out of the alliance and now they're mostly dead. But according to you, they made the right choice?

[Death is yonder]

Well, they were inactive to begin with, and had the good grace to eke out their own living on their own paths.

I've already told you Cahoma, the road you are on will mathematically only lead to destruction, however much you would like to pretend otherwise. There is no dispute over that, the only question is when you will betray them. Either you're already plotting in secret and actually acting upon it, or it will come virtually next round or the following. There is just no way I can accept that you are so willing to let another family besides yours achieve dominance and seal it in stone. That's whats going to happen, it cannot be denied.

It makes no sense whatsoever, your public pretenses are not convincing.

Pizza told the town that the figures didn't lie, they couldn't force the lynch anymore. I'm telling you right now that when you exterminate us, we'll have a good laugh when you are next, fallen prey to your own efforts.

That's about it really

Hope is an illusion, a comforting mirage, a self-indulgent self-delusion. It is that which makes men charge into a hail of bullets rather than stay safe in the trenches. There is no hope here... in this city... this is a world where dreams become nightmares.

Its time to wake up from those nightmares, into a reality, one of hope. To see the sunlight once again and to realize that a bright new day is a fresh start at hand, to smell the scent of hope, to bask in its glory that cannot be taken away. To turn men sitting around waiting to die into men willing to advance a cause, their collective efforts greater than they could have ever imagined. However small, however minute, to give men a hope to live for, and if need be, a cause to die for. Because if not, they will simply resign themselves to being slaughtered like cattle, reduced to a sad fate. How ironic it is that they lament their failures, when they themselves brought it upon themselves.

What will it be? Choose wisely. The future is in your hands.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Impressive.

[Ishmael]

Incidentally, can somebody please give me a brief run-down of the mafia families and their calling cards? Call me slow, but I've haven't worked it all out yet.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Incidentally, can somebody please give me a brief run-down of the mafia families and their calling cards? Call me slow, but I've haven't worked it all out yet.

Stracchi- Silver half dollar coins, 1951 minting, covering the eyes
Cunio- Sawing off the toes
Corleone- Reference to Seward's Folly
Pentangeli- King of Hearts

Tataglia are extinct
Barzini are extinct

[Cahoma]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

[edse]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

Sigh, I wish someone could hack my account and look at mine and Cahomas pm conversation...

[Diamondeye]

Impressive.

I imagine this said with Jafar's voice (from Aladdin). A streneous, snarky drawl.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I imagined it said with Darth Vader's voice as Luke escaped the carbon freeze chamber, but it's open to reader interpretation.

[Ironside]

Vote: Abstain

It is a bit boring for not having much use of guessing who's the guilty ones atm.

[Death is yonder]

Yeah of course the mafia will start killing eachother soon. I'm not, and neither is anyone else, trying to hide it. Nobody is stupid enough to think, that when we've killed off the town, we'll all live in peaceful harmony and pick flowers and braid eachothers hair. I'm just saying that it would be stupid to fight eachother while there's still a town to take advantage of it.

And you're talking like I'll lose no matter what. Where do you get that from!? Of course there can only be one surviving family in the end. Of course this might not be mine. I'd still rather have an enemy family win than the town.

The mafia will definitely start killing each other. No question. What I'm telling you is that with the degree of inter connectivity you have achieved supposedly for the "Destruction of the Town", you've essentially consigned this future duel to become a slugfest with the winner having the highest numbers.

And who has the highest numbers? Stracchi. Don't pretend for a second that the Cunnio have the numbers to take on the Stracchi one-on-one. Not even close.

Pure and simple math. You are going to end up just like Populus Romanus, edse and Captain Blackadder, lynched on an unstoppable whim. Deliciously ironic, don't you agree?

You are signing your own death warrant, I'm only asking that you confirm your signature and make sure that you've read what the document entails first. I mean so be it, if you proceed anyway, it just means that at the end of the game I'll get to pop by and say "I told you so!"

[Cahoma]

Sigh, I wish someone could hack my account and look at mine and Cahomas pm conversation...

:D

The mafia will definitely start killing each other. No question. What I'm telling you is that with the degree of inter connectivity you have achieved supposedly for the "Destruction of the Town", you've essentially consigned this future duel to become a slugfest with the winner having the highest numbers.

And who has the highest numbers? Stracchi. Don't pretend for a second that the Cunnio have the numbers to take on the Stracchi one-on-one. Not even close.

Pure and simple math. You are going to end up just like Populus Romanus, edse and Captain Blackadder, lynched on an unstoppable whim. Deliciously ironic, don't you agree?

You are signing your own death warrant, I'm only asking that you confirm your signature and make sure that you've read what the document entails first. I mean so be it, if you proceed anyway, it just means that at the end of the game I'll get to pop by and say "I told you so!"

Well we'll see what happens then. I'm not gonna say "ZOMG MAN LET'S KILL ALL THE MAFIA NOW" because I don't want the town to emerge victorious after a war that will take casualties on both sides.

And there's 4 families left. Not two. Numbers can't ensure a win. (Though it certainly helps)

[Death is yonder]

And there's 4 families left. Not two. Numbers can't ensure a win. (Though it certainly helps)

The Stracchi and the Cunnio are allied - Check

Hypothetically:
1. Deal with the town
2. Deal with the other families (1 & 2 concurrently perhaps)
3. Clear up all remaining threats and turn on each other and may the best man win (honour between thieves! We won't attack till then!)

Communists are virtually a non-factor, having been largely slaughtered, even if the agents looking for them are probably dead too, unless many people joined them of course.

A simple estimation would allow you to see that at the end of it, its likeliest that the Stracchi will turn out still strongest. To trust in some random luck and the hoopla you've been fed, well...

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

[Cahoma]

We'll see.

[Xehh II]

Vote: PopulusRomanus

[Askthepizzaguy]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side.

[edse]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side.

There are different shades of black. I have a post prepared to be posted after my postmortem,

:D

You won't be smiling then.

[Death is yonder]

@DIY:

By now you must know that Cahoma can never be turned from the dark side.

Well, mommy said it was always nice and polite to tell the man dressed in black about the bigger man standing behind him holding a club

[Askthepizzaguy]

Well, mommy said it was always nice and polite to tell the man dressed in black about the bigger man standing behind him holding a club

She seems a bit paranoid. What sorts of bedtime stories did she read you?? That can't have been very healthy.

[Cahoma]

There are different shades of black. I have a post prepared to be posted after my postmortem,
You won't be smiling then.

Probably. There's a big risk in in being mafia.

[Montmorency]

There's bigger risk in being townie. Probably. If you crunch the numbers, that is.

[Populus Romanus]

Members of the Committee, I now speak not to you, but to the real Fatlings. You must not lose hope. Look back in time, to the Pentalagini days. Where are they now? They are just a tiny family with an ego problem. Them mafia cannot win. You, Fatlington, are too strong for them. Too good for them. Too pure for them. Citizens of Fatlington, it is with great shame that I must admit that Committee of Vigilence no longer represtents the town. It has been corrupted by the silver-lined promises of the mafia. But I know that you, the real heroes, and the real bearers of misery, can never be seduced. Never be defeated.

To those in the Committee who still remain loyal to this town, to the people here who are your friends and family: I have this to say. Never surrender. Never back down. Never retreat. I go now today to the execution chamber as a martyr for all of Fatlington. Many have gone before me. Many will go after me. This stuggle, comrades, will end in defeat. But our names will be remebered...forever.

[TheLastDays]

Members of the Committee, I now speak not to you, but to the real Fatlings. You must not lose hope. Look back in time, to the Pentalagini days. Where are they now? They are just a tiny family with an ego problem. Them mafia cannot win. You, Fatlington, are too strong for them. Too good for them. Too pure for them. Citizens of Fatlington, it is with great shame that I must admit that Committee of Vigilence no longer represtents the town. It has been corrupted by the silver-lined promises of the mafia. But I know that you, the real heroes, and the real bearers of misery, can never be seduced. Never be defeated.

To those in the Committee who still remain loyal to this town, to the people here who are your friends and family: I have this to say. Never surrender. Never back down. Never retreat. I go now today to the execution chamber as a martyr for all of Fatlington. Many have gone before me. Many will go after me. This stuggle, comrades, will end in defeat. But our names will be remebered...forever.

So be it.

[Cahoma]

Them mafia cannot win.

How come we're having a townie lynched? :P

[Diamondeye]

Communists are virtually a non-factor

[GeneralHankerchief]

Voting closed.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'll send you the edited writeup now, GH.

EDIT: done.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Please send your orders to GeneralHankerchief ONLY. Do not send them to khaan.

"I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone
I need to find a silent place that I can call my own
Is it mine, Lord is it mine?
When everything's dark and nothing seems right,
there's nothing to win and there's no need to fight
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
but it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
Is it mine, Lord is it mine?"
...Lord Is It Mine
...Supertramp


9:05PM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey



The air was particularly chilly that morning. Something seemed very wrong in the city, as the usual sounds of traffic and police sirens went silent. The Committee meeting was particularly depressing; it seemed the fighting spirit of many Fatlings had disappeared. They seemed almost resigned to their fate. As they tallied up the votes, the law-abiding citizens realized they were hopelessly outnumbered, and that yet another one of their own was about to be wrongfully executed. Populus Romanus was the clear "winner", and could only stare blankly as his name was called.

The Director was nowhere to be seen, and his hand-picked gang of armed thugs, clad in dark red suits, made sure no one left the Convention Center without permission. Some citizens wondered why, if the gangsters were in possession of their city, the charade was allowed to continue? Why didn't they just open fire and get it over with? Perhaps the Director had something special in mind for them. The thought of that made them very uneasy. It seemed worse than a quick, honorable death. What was he planning?

Populus Romanus wasn't planning on waiting around to find out. A group of law-abiding citizens had been whispering to one another, plotting some civil disobedience. When the men in red suits motioned at the condemned with their guns, Populus Romanus and the others put the plan into action. Several members of the Committee stood up and rushed for the various exits, prompting the men in red suits to react. They opened fire, trying to put down the insurrection, and almost as quickly as it started, it was over. Some were wounded, others simply gave up, and no one else dared oppose the men in red. But in the confusion, Populus Romanus managed to sneak out of the front door.

As Populus Romanus hurried down the steps of the Convention Center, his heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he saw the Director Askthepizzaguy's motorcade pull up right in front of him. A man opened the door, and out stepped the Director, dressed in a white suit with a red tie, with a black fedora. He was sporting his trademark umbrella, dark blue in color.

"Greetings, mister Romanus. I did not realize that you were so eager to get started, that you would come out and meet me. Are you prepared to face the justice you so richly deserve?" said the Director.

"This isn't justice. This is a terrible farce; a purposeless slaughter. I will resist you with my last ounce of strength."

"Strength is irrelevant, mister Romanus. Resistance, as I'm sure you're aware by now, is quite futile. There is no escape. Come with me now, and I will give you a very civilized execution, quick and painless, one you might actually enjoy. I rented out Club 30 for the entire evening, just for you... and the entire Fatlington Devils cheerleading squad. Join me and I'll give you a night you'll remember until the day you die.... which will be at precisely 12:01 AM tomorrow."

Populus Romanus was about to make a break for it, willing to be gunned down rather than be toyed with by a mad criminal, but to his surprise, twelve police cars appeared out of nowhere. Their lights and sirens engaged only after they had screeched to a halt, surrounding the Director's motorcade. A van pulled up and a S.W.A.T. team poured out, laying down suppressive fire. Populus Romanus didn't ask any questions, he just ran toward the police van and thanked the Almighty. Men in expensive Italian suits stepped out of the Director's motorcade wielding automatic weapons of their own, and brazenly returned fire, shooting up the police cars, the police van, and the S.W.A.T. team itself. The officers dove back into their vehicles and drove off toward Fatlington Police Headquarters. Director Askthepizzaguy had stood silently in the middle of the firefight, unflinching. He looked displeased that his generous offer had been refused. He snapped his fingers, and he and his men got back inside their vehicles, and drove toward Mercy Hospital.



10:55PM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
Holding Cells
Fatlington Police Headquarters
Fatlington, New Jersey




"I demand to speak with my lawyer, immediately!" shouted the man in the holding cell.

"Shut up, DJ Slice. You're not going anywhere. Don't you remember? You were judged as guilty and sentenced to death. You might have gotten the death sentence annulled with legal trickery, but nobody ever said anything about letting you go free." replied Populus Romanus, flanked by several police officers, doctors, surgeons, and a S.W.A.T. team.

"Your time on this Earth is short. Soon, my father comes." defiantly replied Slice. The well-armed group of law-abiding civilians and law enforcement officers grinned. Nobody had ever taken Fatlington Police Headquarters by force. The building was a fortress, crawling with Fatlington's finest. Even when the Pentangeli family temporarily held control of the city several years back, the Police station remained intact and loyal. It helped that the building was a veritable fortress, with heavy iron gates, high concrete walls with barbed wire encircling the entire complex, reinforced windows and solid metal security doors preventing access to the jail. "Let him come then. We shall stop him!" remarked one of the men in blue.

"Behold! He is already upon us!" shouted the DJ. He pointed behind them, and they turned to look out the window, and what they saw was unimaginable. It was Mercy Hospital's Aeromedical helicopter, painted black, with "SALIENT SCION" spray-painted in red along the exterior. It was hovering just outside the window, level with the fourth floor which they were standing on. The helicopter turned slowly, revealing that the rear compartment had been gutted and replaced with a platform, where they could clearly see the Director standing. He was wearing shades and holding a minigun.

"No...." mouthed Populus Romanus grimly, as he dropped to the ground to avoid being hit. The S.W.A.T. team reached for their weapons, but the carnage had already begun. The windows shattered, and death rained across the sky. Within seconds, most of the officers were already on the ground, and they wouldn't be getting back up. The S.W.A.T. team was down or wounded, and still the hail of bullets continued. The minigun fired 3000 rounds in sixty seconds, and when the Director had finished firing, no one was stirring except DJ Saucy Slice, having stood against the left wall unharmed. Moving quickly, the DJ reached for the keys still clipped to the belt of one of the fallen officers, and unlocked the jail cell. He was free. Santino Slice dropped the mini gun and picked up his umbrella, and used the curved handle to hook onto the railing, leaning as close to the building as he could. He tossed a harness into the police station, connected by a cable, tethered to the helicopter. "Come to me, my son!" shouted Santino.

Before Saucy Slice could exit the cell, Populus Romanus grabbed a pistol from one of the fallen officers and shot him in the leg. As the DJ dropped to the ground in agony, Populus Romanus twisted around and aimed the pistol at the Director, and opened fire. The Director opened his umbrella, using it to shield his body from the bullets. It was obviously not an ordinary umbrella. The layers of armor plating inside the Director's coat helped ensure that nothing got through. Populus Romanus roared in frustration and walked toward the fallen S.W.A.T. team, and grabbed one of their automatic weapons, and fired at the helicopter and the man inside it once more. This time, the overwhelming firepower managed to knock Santino's umbrella out of his hands and he dropped like a man in a lead suit. Populus Romanus continued firing, trying to take out the helicopter's fuel tank, determined to put the Director down for good.

He was completely unprepared when the desk rammed into him from behind, pushing him toward the edge of the floor, where the window used to be. He dropped the weapon, and turned to see DJ Saucy Slice limping toward him, pistol in hand. "Business is business, mister Romanus. But when you mess with my Family, then it's personal." said the radio DJ, before firing several rounds into Populus' stomach. The wounded man fell over the edge and plummeted 4 stories to the concrete below. The fall was graceful, but the landing was spectacularly messy.

Santino felt like hell. An armored suit might stop the bullets from killing you but it doesn't do much for the pain. Still, he was pleased to see that his son had made it into the helicopter, and they both made their way back to Mercy Hospital, to treat their wounds. Commissioner Fermanagh watched it all happen from a nearby street... and shook his head. There was no safe place left in Fatlington. What law enforcement remained seemed to be no match for a crime wave of this magnitude. What they needed now... was nothing short of a miracle.

OOC

Orders for Night 12 are due no later than:

There will be no extensions, because I only have a short window in which to get everything done tomorrow before I'm out of commission for the next 36-48 hours.

Please send your orders to GeneralHankerchief ONLY. Do not send them to khaan.


Lynch vote tally:

Populus Romanus: 20 (fyre, Niklas, Diana, Jarema, Cahoma, hero, Lazy, SisterC, Johhog, shlin, Scienter, DaveShack, gibson, Sprig, Krill, Gamez, Winston, Double A, Kennigit, Xehh)

fyremarble: 3 (Populus, guiri, Erebus)

Cahoma: 1 (DiY)

Chaotix: 1 (Chaotix)

Diana Abnoba: 1 (TLD)

Abstained: 2 (sturmhauke, Ironside)

[Askthepizzaguy]

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

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes!
This time I'ma take you for a ride!
I'm invincible tonight
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

The Anachronism hour with DJ Saucy Slice

*static*

"......And welcome back to the show.

This is DJ Saucy Slice, broadcasting once again from the very top of Radio City, at the Plaza del Universo in the heart of Fatlington, New Jersey. It is now 10 minutes before midnight which means I would ordinarily be headed home to my beautiful wife, and my son Saucy Slice Jr. would be hosting the late, late, late show. However, seeing as I've been away for far too long, I felt I needed to get back on the air. We are smack dab in the middle of The Anachronism Hour, which is the part of the show where I play music you've never heard before, not of this era, from records I pulled out of their dusty sleeves. Enjoy the freak show, ladies and gentlemen. That was..... "Adelitas Way" with Invincible. I hope to hear more from them soon.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and heartless gangsters out there, as predicted, things got real bad, real fast. But don't worry, times have been worse before, and they always got better. Saucy Slice has been there for you and will continue to be there for you. I understand that my father Santino Slice was selected for Director of the Committee, and as an all-American pro-democracy freedom-loving patriot, I can assure you, this is a Director who will lead us out of this mess, and towards a safer and better tomorrow. I don't want to talk about politics anymore. Up next, more of the Anachronism Hour on the Late, Late, Late Show with your host DJ Saucy Slice. Stick around, we'll be right back."



Keep that dial on WSCM, Real Scum 101.1 New Jersey's Best Rock alternative station, with DJ Saucy Slice. He'll serve your ears something hot and fresh in thirty minutes or less... but you'd better remember to tip, capisce?