Capo di Tutti Capi IV [Concluded]

[shlin28]

Wow, just read through all the posts I missed (which is a lot) - cannot wait to get the behind-the-scene scoop on everything. Sorry about being so inactive for the past month - RL is huge time-killer right now, my 'activity' ATPG pointed out during my lynch was probably me accidentally clicking my Gameroom bookmark :P

Kind of expected that the Commies would know about my 'disloyalty' and so had the cards stacked against me from the start, but still, it was a fun ride :)

[Ishmael]

Yes, I apologise for pretty much ignoring you all game shlin, but seeing as you showed up as disloyal and we had no Enforcer, there wasn't much we could do with you.

[seireikhaan]

Apologies. There's been a few requests for delays that are primarily a result of miscommunication between us and players. Round will be extended about fourteen hours.

New deadline:

[Backwards Logic]

Pizza, it was pretty much only me who wanted to kill you. Nobody else would go for it.

Uhhhhhh... Someone hasn't read the other QT yet...

[scottishranger]

Uhhhhhh... Someone hasn't read the other QT yet...

ya seriously....

[GeneralHankerchief]

Okay, I'm back with internet access. Let me read through the rest of the thread that I've missed and wade through the PMs.

[Niklas]

On a side note, the post containing the lynch of scottishranger is missing from the info thread, that number one place to go to find the current timer and such...

[Askthepizzaguy]

New deadline:

[Krill]

This should be entertaining

[El Barto]

I have an INTEREST in the next update. When is it?

[GeneralHankerchief]

khaan's Tuesdays are really bad, probably not until tonight.

[seireikhaan]

Also, yeah, this is a fairly busy night, order wise. Will be a bit.

[El Barto]

khaan's Tuesdays are really bad, probably not until tonight.

Those people… I shall look forward to it, after a month of not checking the thread.

Also, yeah, this is a fairly busy night, order wise. Will be a bit.

A solution to this would be to stop people from sending orders.

[LazyMcCrow]

A solution to this would be to stop people from sending orders.

Outside the blood-rained steps of the conference center, nothing could be heard; but the distant moaning of the insufferable dead.

[seireikhaan]

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity. "
...The Second Coming
...William Butler Yeats


Night nineteen -- The Streets of Fatlington


For White eyes, the night went south pretty fast. The two folks standing before him had the gall to attack him literally on the same street corner that Mercy sat on. He shouted for help from someone, anyone. From the hospital? Random good Samaritan? Please? The two grinned as one readied a crossbow at chest level. White eyes tried to roll to his right, but the shot came too fast, and struck him in the chest. White eyes collapsed to the curb, gasping. One of the smirking killers pulled a green, white, and red fabric from inside their trench coat. They handed one end to the other, and laid the flag over him. Noticing their target was still clutching about a bit, the one with the crossbow stepped a boot down on his chest, and fired another bolt straight into his chest.


Bsmith enjoyed a beautiful view. Heights weren’t really a problem. And so it was that he found himself on the tallest building in Fatlington, a stately ten story office building for a number of financial services firms. He sat on the roof, enjoying a view of the stars on this cloudless night. He startled from his dreamlike state when the door to the roof opened up behind him, and two folks in tuxedoes stepped out. One was armed with a long, metal pole. The other had a conventional Baretta handgun. Bsmith panicked, reaching for his gun…

Until he realized he’d forgotten it. He held his hands up, in a sign of surrender. The person armed with the pole just grinned, and whacked Bsmith upside the head with the end of it. The second person fired off a single round into Bsmith’s head when he collapsed to the roof. They grinned to each other again, and began the arduous work of impaling Bsmith upont he metal pole. Finally finished, they propped the body up a bit higher, near the top. The gangster which had originally wielded it pulled out a wide rubber platform, and dropped it middle of the roof. The two attached a large Italian flag to the very top of the pole, just over Bsmith’s head, and then embedded the pole into the base. It was a good thing Bsmith enjoyed the view. He’d be watching it for a bit longer than he’d originally planned.


Autolycus finally came to a halt at the corner of an old factory. He’d been chased all over town for seemingly the whole night, but he was finally ready to collapse, out of breath. He put his hands on his knees. He could just hear the sound of the pursuing footsteps over his own breath. He finally turned around, hand held up just a bit, indicating he was done. The two raised their tommy guns, themselves out of breath as well. They gave themselves just a moment to catch it. Autolycus just closed his eyes, and waited for the end. He waited. And waited. But all he kept hearing was a clicking sound. He opened his eyes, and saw the two confused soldiers trying to figure out the cause of their gun malfunction. It was at that exact moment that Fatlington’s bus stopped by on its route. Not questioning his incredible luck, Auto jumped aboard and the driver paced away, leaving the two baffled gunmen behind.


Tiaexz’ trip home never took long. He lived just a few corners away from the center. But the trip from Mercy was a bit longer. Still, it was short enough for a walk. He stopped at a small bistro on his way back, hungry for a sandwich. He sat on the outdoor patio, sipping on an iced tea, calmly waiting for his BLT. Something was a bit off with the tea tonight, though. Seemed to be a bit drier than normal. He motioned over for the waiter. “Could I have a new tea , please? It’s not tasting normal tonight.” The waiter raised an eyebrow, as though the suggestion was impertinent.

“Of course, sir. Just a moment." The waiter returned just a moment later with a new drink. He set it down, and stood behind Tiaexz for a second or two. “Now, you ordered the BLT, right?” he asked. Tiaexs just nodded, rolling his eyes out of view. “Well, I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit late tonight. There’s been a small issue.” Tiaexs started to turn around when he felt a knife embed itself into his upper back. The waiter pulled the red knife out, and brought it down in an overhand swing, straight into the top of Tieaxz head. The few people at the bistro screamed, but the waiter had already hopped over the small iron fence separating the patio, and was off at a sprint, leaving behind a sight that would ruin the rest of the patron’s appetites for the night.

Chaotix was lurking outside the Hotel Abattoir. He was figuring it might be time to start knocking tgs off his bucket list. Still, just in the event that he survived…. Money was tight, what with not having had a job for a few weeks now. While he sat on the bench, mulling it over, a gentlemen in a trench coat sat down next to him. Chaotix gave him no thought. The man simply sat there, staring at the street in front, occasionally giving another glance back at Chaotix or checking his watch. Another gentlemen sat down on Chaotix’ other side. Now he a bit concerned. He looked to his right, then his left. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I must leave.”

As he got up, the one on his left jumped up, pistol withdrawn from the coat. Chaotix jumped back in alarm, straight into the other’s clutches. He immediately tumbled to his right, trying to scramble his way out. The man with the pistol fired a shot, but missed to the left. The other man yelled at him over missing from four feet away. “You blind?! How’d you miss?! He was right there!”
“Whadda you yelling at me for?!” The other responded. “He’s getting away!” he screamed, pointing at the fleeing Chaotix. “Because I need to get him! I dunno who you’re supposed to be, bud, but that’s my kill!” The two stood in the street yelling at each other for a good ten minutes until they both finally noticed that Chaotix was, in fact, completely gone. The two merely stowed their weapons away, grumbling as they walked away.


Meanwhile, deep within the now vast Fatlington Cemetery, Neri knelt before a couple of graves. The number lost in their current struggles were truly staggering. Everyone’s innocence was shattered at this point, but it only meant that the deceased needed their prayers all the more. Despite her concentration, she could hear the soft steps of people behind her. She opened her eyes, stood up, and turned around. Two men in formal suits were standing about twenty feet away, one in crimson, the other black. “Praying for someone you might’ve killed?” A man asked her. “Or praying for your own forgiveness and redemption?”

Neri just shook her head. “I owe you no answers. You’re the one come here with foul intentions, if that automatic weapon you’re poorly concealing is any indication.” The man scowled.

“We’re the ones who’re going to save everyone from people like you! You can’t lecture us on morals!” the man in the crimson suit yelled back. With that, the two withdrew their tommy guns from their suits. The man in the crimson suit fired off a single burst, catching Neri in the left knee. She fell back down on the knee, bracing herself with her arm. He walked up closer. She started to try and get up again, but the man kicked the wounded knee and she fell back down again. He readied the weapon , aiming it at the back of her head. “KNEEL BEFORE THE KING OF HEARTS!” With that, he fired off a single burst, leaving one more body for the graveyard to hold.


Ironside’s home sat on the corner of a small residential district on the west side of Fatlington. It was a pristine monument to the new, modern era. A freshly painted white picket fence surrounded the neatly cut lawn. The building itself was also painted in a shining coat of white. Ironside always smiled to himself when he came home after each day at the convention center, when he could admire his accomplishment of providing such a foundation to his life. Tonight, he swung open the gate with a swing to his step. He had a good feeling about the night. When he turned around to lock the gate, he saw a pair of figures on the opposite street corner, rapidly approaching. Meanwhile, another person was approaching from his left, on the sidewalk. Raising an eyebrow, he turned back and stepped quickly back to his door. He swung it open and slammed it shut behind him. Without hesitation, he bolted down the lock. He stepped to the side slightly, and peered through the window.

The two men were standing at the sidewalk in front of his house, giving an odd stare at the third. Ironside assumed they weren’t allies. Hopefully they might turn on each other. The three stood for a moment, apparently arguing over something. But none were drawing weapons. Finally, the three seemed to settle the discussion, and the one solo man from down the street began to approach the door. He drew a pistol, and creeped cautiously.

BANG!

The man in front of the door immediately leapt to the right, following a loud gunshot from across the street. Someone was laying atop the house across the street, with a sniper rifle scoped in on the gentlemen in front of the house. Another gunshot rang out, targeting the lone man scampering across the lawns of the street. Ironside could have sworn it sounded like it was right on top of him… But Ironside could see the man successfully scampering down the street at a breakneck pace, screaming for his life. He whipped his head back to the other two. They were already breaking down the street in the other direction.

BANG!

Another shot rang out from seemingly on top of Ironside. The closest man to the house collapsed in a heap as his right knee was blown apart into a bloody mess. He moaned in agony as blood poured from the gaping wound in his right leg. Another shot rang out from above, but the other man weaved across the street, and it grazed above his head. But the sniper across the street wasn’t finished- he fired a shot, true and lethal, straight to the man’s chest, straight through the heart. The man flew across the street, momentum taking the flailing body headfirst into the curb. Ironside waited for what seemed like ages. Finally, one last shot was heard, and the man bemoaning his loss of leg became very quiet. Ironside waited just a bit longer, before venturing out. He crept slowly, carefully, before he could be for certain he was not next on the sniper menu. But once he made it to the gate, he relaxed. He jaunted over to the corpses in the street. About ten feet from each other lay the bodies of Jarema and Xehh II. Ironside smirked. “Insolence. That’s what you get, foul creatures. Goodbye. We won’t miss you.” With that, he strolled back to his house, an unnatural glee welling within him at their failure.


Xehh II startled awake. The pain was horrifying. His leg…. grar. He couldn’t see, but he felt down, and could touch the stub where his knee was supposed to be. His leg… it was gone. He started to panic. He began to feel around, and all he could touch was wood encased around him. Then it hit him. They’d declared him dead. The idiots! How?! Claustrophobia was starting to set in, when Xehh II finally just closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. That’s when he noticed he could hear, faintly, the sound of a violin playing. Up? Above him? He had to be close!

He could get out. He had to get out. This wasn’t the end. He was a survivor. That’s what his martial arts instructor had finally, begrudgingly, admitted when he’d finished his training in the Orient. He wasn’t going to let this coffin keep him. He began to feel around, touching the wood atop him. He began to knock around softly, feeling for a structural weakness. Finally, he found something. The knock rang just a bit differently, a bit more hollow than it should have. Just atop his right hand.

Xehh breathed deeply once again. He readied his right hand into a fist. He punched as hard as he could, given the three inches of space he had available. His hand exploded in pain, but he could hear the faintest crack in the wood. Yes! Shrugging the pain off, he pulled back again, and punched again. And again. And again. And again. He lay there, determinedly punching the coffin’s roof, for nearly ten minutes when the pressure of the earth above finally bowed the coffin inwards. The dirt plowed down, and Xehh managed to scramble himself into an upwards position. He clawed upwards, scrambling for precious fresh air. He climbed, trying to haul his hear useless lower body up. Suddenly, his right hand could feel cool air, exploding up past the resistance the dirt provided. With a last, great effort, he hauled himself up, his head powering up over the dirt with a gasp. He hauled himself completely up, gasping, laying on the bare dirt in the graveyard. The music could be heard plain as day now. He flopped over on his back, and could see a man in a sharp suit, with a white shirt and black tie, standing just a few feet away, violin in hand. The man looked surprisingly calm for someone who just witness a person climbing out of their own grave.

“So, it seems you’re alive after all,” the man said. “Go home.” He pulled a golden luger from his coat pocket. Xehh II’s eyes widened.

“Wait, no, I can’t di-“ Xehh’s final words were cut off, as a shot rang through the night and struck through Xehh’s forehead. The man with the violin simply chortled to himself. He finished his piece, before leaving the graveyard for the night.


8:56AM, Thursday, 16 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 look at his drink, then decided against it for the time being. "Your lynch of Erebus netted us another dead townsperson. As for the night, Clitsome was a communist who was trying to uproot good, moral, capitalist values. It's about time an unsavory person took it instead of a good townsperson. On a related note, Fyremarble was a Mafia Donna, likely caught up as a loser in the gang wars. Similarly, it seems that Gibsons was a mafia luca, and that Winston Hughes was a made man for a family as well. Good work, families! Keep it up and the town may still have a chance!"

Fermanagh looked back to his drink and shrugged. Pausing for a second to take a long drink, he finally looked back to Askthepizzaguy. "Director, the floor is yours. Good luck, everyone. We might just have a chance afterall."

OOC

Apologies for the delay. Day twenty begins now. You are voting for lynch.
Phase ends:

Feedback PMs will be out in an hour or so. As per usual, let me know if there are any administrative issues.


Attacked = 65: 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, n19), 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), autolycus (n19), Ironside (n19)

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 = 75: 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 [communist] (n17), fyremarble [don] (n17), gibsonsg91921 [luca] (n17), Winston Hughes [made] (n17), Backwards Logic (n18), Believer (n18), GamezRule (n18), kennigit (n18), Secura (n18), Bsmith (n19), Jarema (n19), Neri (n19), Tiaxz (n19), White eyes (n19), Xehh II (n19)


Lynched = 19: 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) [townie], shlin28 (d18), Scottishranger (d19)

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

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active (18):

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Beefy187, Chaotix, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, hero di classico, Ironside, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, Seon, SisterCoyote

[seireikhaan]

Apologies, there was one error in the writeup, which was removed. Will be fixed in a few minutes.

edit: and we're good.

[Montmorency]

The loss of 4 stalwarts in one night?

The game hasn't been this interesting in at least a month.

[Ishmael]

Love the Second Coming quote, very appropriate.

Also, hey! I resent the notion that Communists are unsavoury people!

EDIT: Incidentally, would somebody be able to provide a run-down of the alignments of the people that died overnight? It's so hard to keep track.

[Xehh II]

So ATPG weren't you supposed to stop me from dying? That's the only reason I ever followed you. You let me down. Not cool, not cool at all.

[Chaotix]

Surprised, Mr. Guy?

I was surprised when I heard you were going to have me killed last night. I was hurt that you were prepared to betray me so coldly. But it does make much more sense in my head this way. Men such as ourselves can never play for the same side; it has never worked before, and it will never work in the future.

I'm afraid your little charade as Director is over. The Resistance has begun. And we're going to start by taking away your little safety net.

Vote: DaveShack

[classical_hero]

vote:Chaotix
It seems you would rather have the town win and that is not cool.

[classical_hero]

For some reason Scottishranger is in the alive column, when he was lynched.

[Chaotix]

vote:Chaotix
It seems you would rather have the town win and that is not cool.

You know what's not cool, hero?

Your attempt to kill me last night. I want to win, and that wasn't going to happen if ATPG's pet attack dog succeeded in killing me before I could be accepted into the family.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Chaotix can be lynched today.

[Askthepizzaguy]

After looking through the writeup carefully and doing a count, it looks like the grand majority of the scums remained loyal, that means that the extra kills came from:

1) Serial killer, obviously
2) Surgeon, obviously
3) Wiseguys, who are dead now.

Surgeons cannot do a direct attack, and they're not strictly enemy combatants because we can win with them, and, because they don't literally murder, they kill in defense. Serial killer on the other hand is a bit of an issue, but might have died last night.

Wiseguys are dead, and that was wise of us, because they definitely attacked us. Just count the kills, you can see everyone showing up where they needed to be except for the exact amount that attacked us. It's pretty simple.

So, I can say with good confidence that the Pentangeli remnant is down to 2-3 remaining only, while the Clemenza have the rest.

There are two paths forward today, seeing as we still have the vote, the director, and the lawyer:

We could lynch a surgeon, or we could lynch the Pentangeli.


My vote, is on the Pentangeli. Simple simple. If they lose even one more member, it could paralyze them; if they lose two they're pretty much done.

After that, Clemenza/remaining doctors win.



There aren't any alternatives really. I suggest we do that.

[Chaotix]

Wiseguys are dead, and that was wise of us, because they definitely attacked us. Just count the kills, you can see everyone showing up where they needed to be except for the exact amount that attacked us. It's pretty simple.

Wise how?

Had you not gone on your little string of betrayals, everyone would have still been on your side. It is because someone found out about your foul play that your family is in this situation now.

Had I not been tipped off, I would be dead right now. You told me I would be your partner in crime. You expect me to believe it was CR who betrayed you last time? I expect it was the other way around.

The attempt on autolycus' life? That wasn't us, and it wasn't a serial killer, and it wasn't Ironside either. Must have been your doing. BSmith? You killed him. The attempt on my life? Your consigliere classical hero did it. And I am not a Wise Guy, ATPG. I am a Made, and my orders were to switch my allegience to Clemenza last night until I was so kindly informed of what a foolish move that would be.

I didn't expect a move like this, because for once I hoped we could win on the same side. But I'm not going to be angry about it. I will simply enjoy trying my utmost to destroy the web of lies you have created.

This lynch is not going to be an easy vote for you. You have at most six loyal Clemenza to vote for you, and there are 17 living players capable of voting.

So let's let the games begin, shall we?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Wise how?

Had you not gone on your little string of betrayals, everyone would have still been on your side. It is because someone found out about your foul play that your family is in this situation now.

Had I not been tipped off, I would be dead right now. You told me I would be your partner in crime. You expect me to believe it was CR who betrayed you last time? I expect it was the other way around.

The attempt on autolycus' life? That wasn't us, and it wasn't a serial killer, and it wasn't Ironside either. Must have been your doing. BSmith? You killed him. The attempt on my life? Your consigliere classical hero did it. And I am not a Wise Guy, ATPG. I am a Made, and my orders were to switch my allegience to Clemenza last night until I was so kindly informed of what a foolish move that would be.

I didn't expect a move like this, because for once I hoped we could win on the same side. But I'm not going to be angry about it. I will simply enjoy trying my utmost to destroy the web of lies you have created.

This lynch is not going to be an easy vote for you. You have at most six loyal Clemenza to vote for you, and there are 17 living players capable of voting.

So let's let the games begin, shall we?

I didn't order any hit on Autolycus either.

Obviously the Pentangeli were behind the unaffiliated attacks; the hits on them were absolutely correct.

You can also count up the hits, I didn't have the manpower to do the hit on Autolycus. What, precisely are you smoking there?

[LazyMcCrow]

(Beautiful sound clip Mr. Khaan - thankyou )

vote: Chaotix

[Askthepizzaguy]

I am a Made, and my orders were to switch my allegience to Clemenza last night until I was so kindly informed of what a foolish move that would be.

I didn't expect a move like this, because for once I hoped we could win on the same side.

No, this is the part I don't believe. I do not think that you had the time to do all that was done last night on the fly; that was planned out by you and you're just narrating the events your own way here. I think this was indeed your plan all along, you committed to it, you admitted you were Pentangeli, there's still a Don around sanctioning hits, therefore you never intended to join the Clemenza.

Once again, it's very easy to point fingers at Askthepizzaguy the Big Evil. That plays very well. The problem is you can't explain your behavior away like an innocent little lamb and have it be believed. You got exactly what was coming to you for your plans to stick with the Pentangeli, but you are desperate. Defeat the townies, the Clemenza win. Defeat the Clemenza, the townies win. You're just cornered with a bad plan, bad moves, red-handed, with no way out, and you're out of options except to pretend like you're just the most loyalest little mafioso who was ruthlessly betrayed. The evidence is pretty clear, you're not what you are claiming you are.

I can't even admit to a pang of guilt. In my view, given what transpired, your coup attempt crashed and burned and you've got the bloody fingerprints and call sign to prove you were there. Now you can't even continue the war.

Pride is why you can't surrender, and possibly greed; did you become a Don, master Chaotix? Because honestly, why would I expect anything less of you?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Oooo even more info comes my way. Oh Chaotix, this is why I enjoy you so much.

It's not just suspicion, my interpretation of events is now being corroborated by your would-be conspirators themselves. You know, the ones that said no?

This is getting repetitive; how many of your little insurrections am I going to sniff out and doom before their time in one game alone?