Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[Ishmael]

I stand corrected.

[TheLastDays]

Abstained:1 (lazy)

Haha, dunno why but that just made me giggle

[Diana Abnoba]

yeah me too LastDays.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

I may not get processing done until tomorrow, not really feeling it tonight.

[LazyMcCrow]

Haha, dunno why but that just made me giggle

yeah me too LastDays.

[GeneralHankerchief]

PMing a couple of people for clarifications, until these are cleared up the orders cannot be resolved. Thank you for your patience.

[Beskar]

What kind of clarifications? Sounds fishy.

[Askthepizzaguy]

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

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops it there
Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh god, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

*radio transmission cuts to static*

[GeneralHankerchief]

"O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Well, what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
'O, death' someone would pray
'Could you wait to call me another day?'
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet 'til you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over til another year?"
...O Death
...Traditional


Night Eighteen -- The Streets of Fatlington


The end had come for Believer. He supposed he was lucky. Two and a half weeks he had survived as both the death toll and Fatlington's chances to top the annual list of "America's Most Dangerous Cities" increased. The Committee was decimated, and yet he was still one of the thirty-plus people alive. He had done better than most.

But in the end, of course, death came for everyone. And tonight, it came for Believer. Realizing his inevitable fate, he simply lied down to rest in his own bed, not making his way through Fatlington's murderous streets as per everybody else. This made it easier on everyone, really. Easier for Believer to come to his fate and easy for his deliverers to give it to him.

As for the two deliverers, they simply slipped into his house late at night, made their way into his room, and shot him once, point-blank in the head, before dropping their "Seward's Folly" calling card and departing into the night.


Secura listened to the raindrops as she sat at her table on the rooftop cafe of the Hotel Abbatoir. Most of the rest of the tables had been long deserted, and the cafe workers had all gone home for the evening. The view was incredible up here, especially at night. The lights of the city shimmered as far as the eye could see. However, lately there had been far fewer lights. Many businesses were closed, and many people had left town altogether. But still there were lights, each representing the few brave souls that remained.

She couldn't leave, not yet. There was still... unfinished business. She had hoped to meet up with someone here at the cafe, but they never came. After most of the other patrons had left, she noticed that there was one other person sitting on the far side of the cafe who also seemed reluctant to leave. After a while, the person got up and began walking toward Secura. "It's closing time, miss. You'd better clear out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere" said Secura. She didn't even look up at the stranger, she just kept staring off into the distance, lost in thought. "No please, we insist" said the stranger. Secura suddenly became aware of a second figure standing behind her, weapon drawn. She finished the last drop of her coffee, and then made her move. She ducked under the table and rolled to the next one, weapon drawn. A hail of bullets narrowly missed her head, as she returned fire. The first gunman dove out of the way, while the second one began circling in the other direction, unloading his Tommy gun at Secura. She ducked under another table, shooting at the second gunman. The first gunman dropped to the ground and began firing at Secura from a lower angle. Secura felt searing pain as several bullets hit their mark. She got up, and began running as fast as she could toward the exit. Unfortunately for her, another volley of Tommy gun fire struck her in the back, and she stumbled and fell, bleeding from her countless bullet wounds. She rolled over in pain, and tried to lift her weapon one more time, but could not. The first gunman walked up to her and planted a bullet right between her eyes. The second gunman reached inside his coat and unfurled an Italian flag, and draped it over her lifeless body. After this deed was done, the two gunmen headed back inside the hotel for a well-deserved rest.


Two men descended upon GamezRule, who fled for his life. Unlike Believer, he was not yet ready to meet his fate. Luckily, GamezRule had adjusted quite well to the life of a Committee member in Fatlington, sprinting out of the bar and heading for the exit, where his car was illegally parked right at the establishment's entrance.

"Hah, suckers." Gamez muttered, revving his engine to life and driving off, leaving the two fedora'd figures chasing after him in the distance. "You guys are getting too predictable. How many bar attacks have there been since this all started? People adjust, you know."

At that moment a menacing voice cut through his engine's whir. "You guys are getting too predictable. How many escapes into cars have there been since this all started? People adjust, you know." Shocked, Gamez whirled around in his seat to find a man dressed in a crimson suit calmly sitting in the backseat.

The backseat. He had forgotten to check the backseat.

"Let's just end this now," the man said, unsheathing a saber and slitting Gamez's throat. Investigators would later find the entire car draped in a giant Italian flag with no trace of the attacker.


scottishranger was camped out on a remote building's fire escape. He had been thinking of this ingenious plan for some nights now and decided to put it into action. This was sure to work. He would sacrifice comfort for safety, surely plenty of people had done that before, and he would live. Nobody would think of looking for him here.

There was only one drawback: It was cold. So cold. Several stories up, in a Northeastern town in the middle of November, on the side of the building that was not protected from winds. Who knew? Luckily scottish was prepared for this eventuality, having culled together some kindling and matches. He quickly got a fire going, getting warm and preparing to catch some rest for the night.

The fire, of course, alerted the mafia sniper team to scottish's presence, and soon they had set up for their own shot. They heard a yelp and a "thudding" noise as evidently scottish's body hit the ground. "C'mon," the man who took the shot said to his partner, "let's check to see if he's dead and drape the flag over him."

Some minutes later, they had arrived at scottish's location, but saw no fire... and no scottish, for that matter. Instead, they followed a trail of blood which led away from the fire escape, back into the building, down the stairs, out to the road, following the road... leading directly to Mercy Hospital. scottishranger had survived another attack.


Backwards Logic stood on the boardwalk, looking out into the ocean. The storm clouds made the ocean particularly dark tonight; he couldn't tell where ocean ended and sky began. The only indication there was even an ocean nearby was the sound of the waves roaring over the rain. He was not too preoccupied to notice that a pair of strangers were approaching from opposite sides of the boardwalk, still quite a distance away. Not expecting company, he immediately reached for a pair of automatic machine pistols in his trenchcoat, and leveled them at the approaching figures, one in each direction. Not caring who they were, he shot first, making one of the figures duck behind a nearby souvenir shop and the other take cover behind a waste canister. Within seconds, they returned fire from their Tommy guns, spraying bullets over Backwards Logic's head. He dropped down onto the boardwalk, flat on his back, and continued firing on both directions, while plotting his escape route.

A third figure appeared from below the boardwalk, and snapped a thin, sturdy wire across Backwards Logic's exposed neck, using it as a garotte. The sudden pain and strangulation caused Backwards Logic to drop his guns and reach for his neck instinctively, trying to stop the wire from further cutting into his throat. The assailant only pulled the wire viciously, digging into his flesh and dragging him under the boardwalk, and down by the sea. Backwards Logic and his attacker ended up on the beach, soon to be joined by the other two. A pair of gunshots to the head later, and Backwards Logic was swept into eternal darkness. He was buried up to the neck in wet sand, and an Italian flag was placed over his head like a burial shroud. The three assailants then walked back to their car, and drove off into the night.


Renata had packed up and moved out of her house weeks ago, as soon as she realized she would have most likely died there. She hadn't been back there to check on it ever since, figuring all-too-well that there would most likely be someone waiting there to kill her. However, time had passed. This was over two weeks ago, plenty of time for all the requisite undesirables of the Fatling community to stake her place out and realize that she had jumped ship to an undisclosed location.

Perfect timing, in other words, to check back up on her house.

She entered the building without much caution; the place looked deserted. A thin layer of dust coated mostly everything. Good, good. Nobody was lying in wait to kill her, then. She relaxed there for a couple of hours before deciding it was time to get back to her safehouse for the night, which was far-better protected. On her way out though, she saw it. An unfamiliar car, parked right next to hers. So they were still staking the place out, after all, just refusing to go inside to alert her. Smart.

A hail of machine-gun fire hit the house. Renata thought she heard only two distinct guns. She dropped quickly enough, but it was right by the window and there was still a lot of machine-gun fire. She ended up getting lacerated by the glass and clipped by a couple of bullets, but all in all she would live, assuming they didn't enter for a follow-up. After five interminable minutes of silence, she heard the car driving away, one of its occupants muttering something about "forgetting the flag." Ignoring her pain, Renata quickly used this time to get herself to Mercy Hospital.


Kennigit was feeling very hungry, so he stopped at a corner pizzeria to get a late night snack. Twenty minutes later, he walked away carrying a plate and a couple steaming slices of New Jersey's finest, heading toward his vehicle to take refuge from the rain.

"Nice car" said someone standing next to his vehicle. "Mind if I take it for a spin?"

Kennigit drew his gun and told the lunatic to step away from his vehicle or end up in a body bag. The stranger quickly retreated into the night. Kennigit stepped inside his car, shut the door, and began devouring his meal. He noticed someone else standing on the opposite side of the street, in the rain, and decided that now would be a good time to leave. He set the pizza down and put his key into the ignition, and gave it a turn.

The explosion rocked the vehicle, but somehow Kennigit survived the blast with severe wounds. He fumbled for the door handle, and fell out of the vehicle and onto the rain-soaked street. Someone ran up to Kennigit and pulled him from the burning vehicle to safety. The good Samaritan asked him if he was all right. Kennigit was still in shock, and was only slightly aware that someone was even speaking to him. He couldn't reply, but he became aware of another person approaching, offering to take him to Mercy Hospital. The good Samaritan then pointed at Kennigit's severe wounds, and said it was probably too late already. The other one nodded and left for a few moments, returning with a crowbar and a lead pipe, handing the latter to the first one.

Kennigit could only weakly protest that he was going to be okay, but the two bystanders insisted on the mercy killing. They both began beating Kennigit to death with their instruments of destruction, starting with the legs, then the arms, then the torso, before finally putting Kennigit out of his misery with a thunderous blow to the temple, splattering his brains all over the wet pavement. An Italian flag was then draped over the head wound, shielding whoever found the body from a truly gruesome sight. The two helpful passers-by then left together, blood dripping from their savage weapons.


When Oh! TheLastDays! saw the giant drawing of the state of Alaska on the wall of his living room, he knew he was in trouble. "I was going to spell out 'Seward's Folly' in fire too, but that would have burned the house down before you got back. Not the best way to do things, I think." The voice came from behind him, TLD gathered. He most likely had a gun trained right on him.

Not even bothering to engage his attacker in repartee, TLD instantly dropped to the floor and crawled backwards. Before his attacker could react, TLD punched straight up, hitting the attacker directly in his sensitive area. He moaned and went down to the floor, whimpering, into the fetal position. He had completely forgotten about his gun.

TLD used this time to see that the attacker did not have any backup, and sprinted away.


hero di classico found himself face-to-face with a very odd sight on one of Fatlington's city streets: A man, alone, dressed in a very white suit, fedora included.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to wear white after Labor Day?" hero said. It was the only thing he could think of, really.

"It's all part of the act," the man responded. "And with it... the King of Hearts." He reached inside his suit pocket to draw out the requisite playing card and threw it in hero's direction. Its edges had been incredibly sharpened and hero had no doubt he would have been decapitated, but his attacker failed to take the wind into account and the card sailed wide right.

"A bit of advice," hero said, "Use guns. Less issue with wind and you get more than one shot." He left his dumbfounded attacker alone in the street and simply walked off.


8:59PM, Tuesday, 14 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey

"Okay everyone," Commissioner Fermanagh said, "It's now time to review the postmortem reports." He took a stiff drink. "Your lynch choice, BillMC, was one of the best Detectives of the FPD. As for the deaths, B_Ray was a good townie who was doing his best to protect people... I'm actually shocked both of them made it that far. Sprig was a Made gangster, and in even better news (for me anyway), gnarlycharlie was a Don of one of the families! Looks like you guys are finally starting to turn on each other. And in news that I think makes all of us happy, it appears that Sigurd had some very shady ties to the Communist party. Sigurd looked to be a recruit, but this is still promising news. Director, the floor is yours."

The Commissioner gave Director Askthepizzaguy a very disgusted look as he began proceedings.


OOC

Very sorry about the delay.

Day Nineteen begins. You are voting to lynch and to select a Director.

Phase ends:


Feedback PMs will be out in a few hours. As per usual, let me know if there are any administrative issues.


Attacked = 63: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11, n12), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6, n15), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10, n17, n18), qlyphz (n10, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15), Believer (n16), Death is Yonder (n16), shlin28 (n16), Seon (n17), hero di classico (n18)

Wounded = 22: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11), Scottishranger (n13, n18), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14), Renata (n18)

Killed = 69: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma [Luca] (n14), guiri [townie] (n14), Psychonaut [detective] (n14), Scienter [Made] (n14), B_Ray [townie] (n16), gnarlycharlie [Don] (n16), Sigurd [communist recruit] (n16), Sprig [Made] (n16), Clitsome (n17), fyremarble (n17), gibsonsg91921 (n17), Winston Hughes (n17), Backwards Logic (n18), Believer (n18), GamezRule (n18), kennigit (n18), Secura (n18)


Lynched = 18: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15) [townie], The Stranger (d15) [rogue], BillMC [detective] (d16), Erebus (d17), shlin28 (d18)

Wogged = 5: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4), Silver Jan (d16)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active (25):

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Beefy187, Beskar, BSmith, Chaotix, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, hero di classico, Ironside, Jarema, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, scottishranger, Seon, SisterCoyote, White_eyes:D, Xehh II

[Renata]

GH, I posted in the wrong thread, can you fix it?

Also, classical was lucky once before. Possibly, he should be dead.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Scottishranger needs to be finished off, as he's a mafia Don.

[edse]

I can't be fun to be the last loyal don right now, whoever that is.

[Double A]

vote: Scottishranger

[SisterCoyote]

vote: Scottishranger

[Subotan]

Liking the Oh Brother, Where Art Thou reference.

Also, does the game end when all of the mafia factions have a majority over the town, or when one family has a majority over all others?

[Renata]

I'd rather be lynched, after being beaten in such a humiliating fashion. I'd vote myself, but I can't.

[GamezRule]

WOOOOOOOOOOO LAST SURVIVING STARTING DON!

[Moros]

Wow can't believe this game is still going. Epic. Well for those still playing.

[Renata]

Never mind.

The game is over. Scottishranger will be lynched. ATPG was elected Don Cunio a couple days ago I believe; scotty's death will leave him as the only Don remaining. That's why the hit against classical hero -- a loyal Stracchi (sorry dude, I guess you're the only one) -- was allowed to go through.

[Earthling]

It rather looks like it's a new family that formed instead, because of the new calling card. Could mean all the original mafia get their deserved losses as well.

Also, the attack on Gamez seems to indicate that one serial killer is still alive and was knowingly hiding as one of those (formerly Cunnio) Mades, but that figures.

[Secura]

Why was I killed? I haven't used my vig ability, I was of no threat to any of the remaining mafia... you just couldn't let me survive to the end of one game, could you?

Very disappointed.

[Jarema]

vote: Scottishranger

[Earthling]

Why was I killed? I haven't used my vig ability, I was of no threat to any of the remaining mafia... you just couldn't let me survive to the end of one game, could you?

Very disappointed.

It's exactly as expected, I don't see how you could think any differently. Even if the Don and whole family weren't for it, and there was no reason to trust that was so, still all it would take was two individual gangsters to get their kicks out of eliminating non-mafia.

[Renata]

It rather looks like it's a new family that formed instead, because of the new calling card. Could mean all the original mafia get their deserved losses as well.

Yeah, you're right, I realized that a moment later. You're always good with setups, Earthling. :) But it's still Don Pizza.

What was that from you, then, Diana? Just playacting?

Also, the attack on Gamez seems to indicate that one serial killer is still alive and was knowingly hiding as one of those (formerly Cunnio) Mades, but that figures.

You may be right about that as well, in part.

[Earthling]

Well, the only non-townies who were actually trying to win the game for the past few Days are the ones who are going to win. It's at least satisfying to see the logic of that. There were townies trying to win of course but it's not so much their individual fault they won't, the ones alive or the ones dead, made an effort at least to make it this far. There just weren't enough active ones for the past ten or so gamedays and far too many inactives for townies who know they individually have weak roles to worry about it.

I assume this will be the last day too, with eliminating the last rival Don and the one big family should have a clear majority.

[Choxorn]

We dead townies would just like to tell the mafia that we told you so when we said that ATPG was going to do this.

[Renata]

I was trying to win. Wouldn't hurt if I wasn't.

[Believer]

GH, I posted in the wrong thread, can you fix it?

Also, classical was lucky once before. Possibly, he should be dead.

Scottishranger needs to be finished off, as he's a mafia Don.

Fight on my loved ones, avenge my death.

[Renata]

We dead townies would just like to tell the mafia that we told you so when we said that ATPG was going to do this.

You don't get it, choxorn. He told everyone they would be winning with him. Some of us he was lying to. Was just a question of who.

After the Stracchi first-strike against us a few nights back, we were told, mid-retaliation-planning, that all the town doctors, and all the town rogues, would be used against us in addition to the mafia rivals themselves. Though that was surely partly a bluff, last night's outcome (we asked for some doctor help; didn't get it, if that fake chatlog played a role DiY I am VERY disappointed in you. Otherwise, carry on with your bad self) showed that it wasn't entirely one. Even calling in every card we had (and we had a few) we could never have cracked something like that in any meaningful way. The townie collaboration didn't just make a counter-attack hard or unlikely to succeed; it made it useless. Not even worth the lulz.

That in itself all but killed my enthusiasm for the game, because it was like there was never a chance for ANYONE to win who Pizza didn't approve of, it was all a farce since about day three. Step a toe out of line, get crushed; don't step a toe out of line and try to bide your time, get slowly squeezed to death. But Pizza offered a spot -- earned and deserved, he said -- in the new family. Well, ok. At least we could get some recognition and I could keep some of my teammates alive, most of whom have been beyond fabulous at playing this game. With almost everythign stacked against us, the Corleones had still managed to become enough of a threat that Pizza could not guarantee he could take us out while keeping all of his own people alive. And he needed them to survive, in order to form a new family and still have them win.

So he got us to collaborate in our own destruction instead. He could have chosen to risk the uncertain allies; he didn't.

There were warning signs; I chose to ignore them (or I was just a willing idiot, I guess). In the end, if Pizza was telling the truth, I didn't want to be the one to stab him in the back, because I didn't want to do it and be wrong. My failing.

[Earthling]

You don't get it, choxorn. He told everyone they would be winning with him. Some of us he was lying to.

No, I think choxorn gets it exactly. This right here is exactly what a ton of people said including the town telling some of the lesser mafia families directly, in private.

The only town-aligned player who would have been really gung-ho to sell out to that group would be Seon, nobody else. Not the communists either, or the rogue detectives, two who have now been killed. They were probably also lied to - it wouldn't be surprising in the least if the serial killer's identity was already known to the Cunnio/new family and they just lied to the Rogue detectives to keep them from doing anything else and never have enough of chance to get the serial killer anyway.

Not only did multiple townies and some other dead folk predict that the lesser mafia families were clearly going to get slaughtered as soon as killing inactive basic townies got boring, but it's what did happen.