Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Erebus]

Unvote
Vote: BillMc

[Erebus]

As of my post the timer had said time was up.

As of this post, the time indicates time is up

[GeneralHankerchief]

Voting closed.

Heading out for class in a little bit, expect the lynch in about an hour or so.

[Diana Abnoba]

Unvote: Bill Mc Vote: Erebus

[Erebus]

Unvote: Bill Mc Vote: Erebus

AND THE WINNER IS................................................

EREBUS!!!!!

[Askthepizzaguy]

AND THE WINNER IS................................................

EREBUS!!!!!

Congratulations, that's hilarious.

You'll still die, but I gotta admit, it's been great watching this play out.

Too bad you townies didn't have this kind of spunk back when it, you know, mattered.

[Erebus]

Congratulations, that's hilarious.

You'll still die, but I gotta admit, it's been great watching this play out.

Too bad you townies didn't have this kind of spunk back when it, you know, mattered.

Well obviously not going to die tonight, but I expect a nice Erebus bandwagon tomorrow.

But then again, you've promised me the sweet release of death so many times, but you've failed to get it u... erm perform so many time before.

How do I know this isn't more false promises? Freakin tease.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Not to worry honey. If what it takes for you to be satisfied is a whole gang of men focused solely on putting you to bed for the last time, then that's what my baby will receive.

It's not like there's much tread left on those tires anyway.

[Erebus]

For the tread to be worn off, the tire has to hit the road. Since apparently none of your little Mafioso appear to even have the ability to handle my power steering, it just ain't happening.

But if you're gonna make a promise, see if one of the doctors in your pocket can hand some Cialis prescriptions before you guys come a visit.

I'll be waiting with bells on.

[Krill]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?

[edse]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?

You have been doing some really weird stuff lately.

[Erebus]

At least I'll be able to breathe in 90 minutes time.

[Erebus]

Congratulations Erebus. You found yourself a ventilator for another day. Better be careful with it, I heard Mercy wanted it back. I could help you return it if you like?

Sorry, that type of heavy lifting requires some real men.

[Renata]

You telling me I'm not a real man?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Apparently, this notice bears repeating:

DO NOT EDIT POSTS WITH VOTES IN THEM, especially not when the edits are made well after the original post is made. It accomplishes nothing but making more work for the hosts. Failure to comply with this will result in removal from play.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Put a little love into this one for you, BillMc. Enjoy.

[Erebus]

You telling me I'm not a real man?

Is that a 48 in your pocket or are you happy to see me?

I guess in our case those don't have to be mutually exclusive questions.

[GeneralHankerchief]

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

"I love my darkness. I love to lie here all alone.
I love my darkness, the only place I feel at home.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on much longer.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on.
This life, this life I’m leading, where does it go, where does it go?
This heart, this heart is beating, how long before, how long before?
These eyes, these eyes I’m seeking, what do they see, what do they see?"
...Black Knight I - I Live In Silence
...Fireaxe


8:56PM, Sunday, 12 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey



The meeting today seemed more hopeful than previous ones. Not only had no one died the night prior, but many committee members actually seemed interested in voting. Some, even interested in trying to save their comrades. The Director smiled, obviously enjoying watching the events unfold.

"BillMc, come forward." said Askthepizzaguy.

BillMc was still recovering from his wounds, but was wheeled up to the stage they constructed yesterday. BillMc was no longer sobbing, but had a vacant expression on his face, as if resigned to his fate. The Director picked up a microphone and began speaking.

"You're our next contestant on The Life is Right. You'll be competing not for fabulous prizes, money, or tropical vacations, but the right to avoid a violent ending to your very life! You have ten minutes to make your way through the obstacle course, wielding the weapon of your choice, or you will be killed by a much more painful and sadistic execution method: You'll be hog-tied and buried alive in a trunk filled with 10 pounds of pure, live, grade-A fire ants! So you obviously have a motivation to give our little game a chance. BillMc, which weapon do you choose?"

BillMc: "I choose.... a big slab of roast beef!"

Askthepizzaguy: "Oh.....kay. One slab of roast beef. On your mark, get set, GO!!!"

BillMc hobbled toward the first obstacle, which was a caged room filled with starving, bloodthirsty monkeys. These beasts were much stronger than the average healthy person, and BillMc took no more than two steps inside the cage before it was locked behind him. The monkeys screeched and lunged for the helpless man, who wisely tossed the slab of roast beef in the corner of the cage. The monkeys were confused, and looked at BillMc, then the meat, then BillMc again. Finally they went for the easier meal, and began fighting over the roast beef. BillMc managed to grab the key in the opposite corner and open the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Nice."

When he got to the next cage, he saw that the floor was covered with lethal-looking pneumatic spikes. One false step and he'd be impaled. Thinking quickly, he climbed up the side and clung to the roof of the cage, and began crawling very carefully upside-down across the room that way. The spikes activated, and came within inches of killing him, but they didn't reach high enough. BillMc dropped down to the other side and opened the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Very nice. Quite impressive."

The next obstacle was the electrified floor. BillMc looked down at the tiles, and had no idea what the proper sequence was. But then he remembered that he still had a cast on his foot.... and so he stepped his other foot atop the cast and began hopping across it unharmed. He turned and smirked at the Director as snagged the key from the far wall and hopped to the door to the next obstacle.

Askthepizzaguy: "Okay... this is just getting embarassing..."

Next up was the pit of live scorpions. Surely these would pose some sort of challenge. BillMc looked around and was a bit creeped out, but bravely continued hopping forward. The scorpions were either crushed under the cast, or their stingers wouldn't penetrate the cast. It was all just.... so.... anticlimactic.

Askthepizzaguy: "He can't keep doing that! We should have made him take that thing off. Shoot him, or something!"

The Director's goons began to open fire at BillMc as he crossed a rope bridge to the next platform. The planks weren't made out of wood, but solid steel plating. The rope was reinforced. Very high quality construction, spared no expense. Sadly for the Director, none of the bullets penetrated the steel plated planks, and BillMc made it to the rope ladder unharmed. Several people started staring at the Director, with a look of irritation in their eyes.

Askthepizzaguy: "Well look, if you're going to construct an arena of death, you must always use the finest materials. If this stuff were wood and nails he could probably break out of it. Patience, committee members, patience; he will die."

BillMc was trained to be an officer for the Fatlington police force. Climbing rope was one of the easiest obstacles he'd ever faced. He scurried up the ladder, using just his upper body strength, letting his wounded leg dangle in the wind. The ladder was rigged to light on fire, and it burned pretty quickly, but BillMc was all the way up the building before it was even halfway done burning.

Askthepizzaguy: "I knew he could do that. Seriously. This is all to maintain the suspense. Yeah, that's it.... that's what it is."

BillMc reached the aviary, where tens of thousands of pigeons sat, staring at the man with the wounded foot.

Dead ahead, was a vat of honey, stretched from one side of the building to the other, 4 feet deep and 8 feet wide, and absolutely no way around. BillMc walked as slowly and quietly as he could toward the vat and climbed inside. The birds didn't seem to react. He waded to the far end and climbed out, covered in the stuff. He landed on bad foot, which caused sharp pain and he gasped aloud. Several of the pigeons took flight, but for the most part, they remained perched all along the inside of the structure. BillMc made it as far as the birdseed, which had been covered by a tarp, connected to a chain. The chain lifted, revealing the seed, and BillMc climbed inside. The seeds were smooth and slippery and he lost his footing, covering himself in the seeds as he landed. Still, the pigeons didn't react. The crowd looked on in disappointment as BillMc made it halfway to the water slide without so much as a single pigeon anywhere near him.

Askthepizzaguy: "Ok, that's far enough. Do it."


One of the Director's associates pulled a rope, which hung close to the front of the arena. The rope was attached to loudspeaker system built into the aviary. The sound which blared clear across town was the sound that the pigeons had been trained painstakingly for weeks to understand as "feeding time". BillMc stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the swarm of pigeons blot out the sun, and fill the aviary with feathery chaos.

They were on him in seconds, and he could barely stand, let alone walk. He was an easy target, a living man-sized bird feeder. The screams were muffled, but only got louder and more urgent, more panicked, and more painful. Their tiny little beaks were tearing off bits of his skin as they gobbled up the seeds, and their tiny talons were scratching them all over. The birds were very hungry, it seemed, and were fighting with one another to get every bit of delicious seed from off his body. The rooftop quickly ran red with blood, as the entirety of his skin was ripped from his body one tiny piece at a time. BillMc tried dropping to the roof and rolling to get them off of him, but there were too many. He kept crawling, even as his flesh was stripped down in places all the way to the bone. He passed out from the pain just inches from the water slide, and the screaming stopped.


"Oooh..... so close" said the Director. "Hey Erebus, perhaps you'll have better luck tomorrow. I will be going back to the drawing board on some of those obstacles, so don't think you'll have it so easy next time!"

The Director took one last look at the aviary, then looked at the man who had so many daring escapes. Would tomorrow be yet another? Or would it all come down to a catastrophic finale?

"Meeting adjourned!" said the Director, happily.

Everybody filed out in an orderly fashion, leaving only the rotting corpse of Silver Jan behind. Apparently Silver Jan had passed away from natural causes during the day, but nobody noticed since they never knew she was there in the first place.


OOC

Night Sixteen orders are due:

You will notice the timer is in EST this time.

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

Lynch vote tally:

BillMC: 12 (lazy, WE, Sprig, Winston, Xehh, B_Ray, kennigit, Sigurd, Chaotix, AA, Diana, Erebus)

Erebus: 10 (Krill, Neri, hero, BSmith, SisterC, gibson, DaveShack, Jarema, Beskar, DIY)

Secura: 1 (TLD)

Abstained: 6 (Believer, Renata, Gamez, Ironside, fyremarble, gnarly)


Silver Jan has been removed from play due to inactivity.

[Xehh II]

Wow, I'm sure you guys knew that Erebus would do some kind of vote switch to save himself and you just let it happen? What's up with you guys? I thought you were all smarter than that.

[Renata]

And that's what you get for first-nighting Babyface Corleone, Mr Detective.







(That would sound a lot more convincing if I'd killed him 13 nights ago, wouldn't it?)

[Erebus]

10 Dollars says Mafia fails to lynch me because they can't figure out how to tell time.

::looks at Diana's last vote, looks at this, looks at Diana's, looks back at this::

So 10 dollars, by 40-some mafia, is about 400 dollars in 1950.

So that's equivalent of about 4000 dollars today (3756 based on the figures I found). What's a good retainer fee for a lawyer? I imagine lawyer fees were lower (compared after inflation) in 1950 anyways.

[sturmhauke]

Wow, I'm sure you guys knew that Erebus would do some kind of vote switch to save himself and you just let it happen? What's up with you guys? I thought you were all smarter than that.

Mafia members aren't known for being intelligent, just violent. But hey I'm dead, what do I know.

[Erebus]

The best part is that I warned them they couldn't kill me.

[Xehh II]

Hmm, it appears that dianas vote has the exact same timestamp thing as erebus' vote change even if it's after the voting closed post(which also has exactly the same time as well) shouldn't it still have counted?

[Erebus]

Can't be exactly the same can it? As it was a response to my vote?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Hmm, it appears that dianas vote has the exact same timestamp thing as erebus' vote change even if it's after the voting closed post(which also has exactly the same time as well) shouldn't it still have counted?

Not to me it doesn't. Erebus changed his vote at 13:59 local time. I closed voting at 14:00, and then Diana made her vote change at the next post (also at 14:00).

[DaveShack]

So there is a valid reason to vote for yourself. I'll have to remember that one, could come in handy some day.

[gnarlycharlie]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

[GeneralHankerchief]

let's keep Silver Jan in our thoughts. her husband will be undergoing surgery today to remove some cancerous mass before it spreads further.

Good thoughts and wishes going out her and her family's way.

[Death is yonder]

DiY is going to end up fave down in a ditch soon, that's for sure.

Well you can try my dear boy, while you huff and puff with your red sweaty face trying to get into my house, I'll be happily and calmly sipping a chilled lime cocktail while reclining on the sofa, legs propped on the arm rest Uh who's supposed to be the victim again?

Good thoughts and wishes going out her and her family's way

Seconded