Leaving Limbo [Concluded]

[Ishmael]

Of course it's real, how else would I know to vote to Leave Limbo?

If it were a Free Spirit goal, and you're a Free Spirit?

[Neri]

Since everyone cares ever so much to put out the effort to make cases, I care ever so much to put my vote wherever the heck I please.

Some of us are trying. There's not much to go on.

[Zack]

If it were a Free Spirit goal, and you're a Free Spirit?

Why in the world would the Free Spirits want to leave Limbo? Have you ever played a game, or even heard of one, where the mafia's victory condition was to leave the game? No, of course not! That doesn't make any sense, so stop pretending like it does.

[Subotan]

Vote:BSmith

[Ishmael]

Why in the world would the Free Spirits want to leave Limbo? Have you ever played a game, or even heard of one, where the mafia's victory condition was to leave the game? No, of course not! That doesn't make any sense, so stop pretending like it does.

In Capo, the slightly anti-town Communist cell wanted to 'extract' a person, who would leave the game - this is only a short step up from that. For that matter, we only have your word that it would cause the people voting it to leave, rather than ending the game if a plurality is achieved - where did you get this information?

[Zack]

In Capo, the slightly anti-town Communist cell wanted to 'extract' a person, who would leave the game - this is only a short step up from that. For that matter, we only have your word that it would cause the people voting it to leave, rather than ending the game if a plurality is achieved - where did you get this information?

My Role PM, which you would have seen if you had been paying closer attention to my posts.

[Seon]

My Role PM, which you would have seen if you had been paying closer attention to my posts.

Townies, be they be very-pro-town or neutrals, cannot be allowed to leave the town before the end. Escaped townies are just as good as Dead townies. At least living neutrals can be persuaded to vote with the town when it really matters.



I proclaim it, so it must be true.

[Zack]

At least living neutrals can be persuaded to vote with the town when it really matters.

NEEEEVVVVAAARRRRR!!!!!!!

[Ishmael]

My Role PM, which you would have seen if you had been paying closer attention to my posts.

The Role PM which you, and only you, have provided.

Can somebody kill Zack already? His shoddy logic is getting annoying.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I keep trying but Lazy says I can't do that without a mafia role PM.

I tried to bypass that by telling him I was a serial killer but he didn't believe me, said "I would know if I made you a serial killer, I designed the game and sent the roles out."

Once again, red tape from an unelected bureaucrat game host stands in the way of true justice.

[atheotes]

Lynch pizzza and be done with it... the whole Chaotix-Landlubber saga has Pizza all over it!
He is a free spirit and another one is probably Zack

[Ishmael]

I keep trying but Lazy says I can't do that without a mafia role PM.

I tried to bypass that by telling him I was a serial killer but he didn't believe me, said "I would know if I made you a serial killer, I designed the game and sent the roles out."

Once again, red tape from an unelected bureaucrat game host stands in the way of true justice.

Lynching is the traditional means, but I like your out of the box thinking!

[Askthepizzaguy]

Lynch pizzza and be done with it... the whole Chaotix-Landlubber saga has Pizza all over it!
He is a free spirit and another one is probably Zack

You're right, atheotes. However, no one will listen to you and I'll win the game.

Tough luck, man.

[atheotes]

You're right, atheotes. However, no one will listen to you and I'll win the game.

Tough luck, man.

There, we have the confession! lynch him!

[Askthepizzaguy]

There, we have the confession! lynch him!

If you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

I'll turn into sort of a glowing hologram of my former self, incapable of holding a weapon, and I'll just sit on rocks and tell you about your family, which I neglected to reveal the full story about when I was still alive. I was planning on getting around to it but I'm old and the brain just doesn't work the way it used to. Oh yeah and Darth Vader didn't kill your father; funny story, actually....

[LazyMcCrow]

I think the cutoff point may have been before some of those posts, but will check it out properly and get write up done in the next few hours

[Askthepizzaguy]

Ha ha ha! You can never defeat me.

[LazyMcCrow]

I think the cutoff point may have been before some of those posts, but will check it out properly and get write up done in the next few hours

Gah - the next, next few hours.

[LazyMcCrow]

DAY FIVE

Much of the day was spent arguing about why any of the Tribe should wish to leave their territory. The same instigators of the call to leave kept vociferously piling on the pressure and while they drew some opposition , it was apparent that most of the remaining Tribe members were too addled by hunger and fear to make up their minds with any degree of finality and - as a result - several of the smaller children changed their minds throughout the day. As the day drew to a close the tribe had split into three factions.

The Little 'Uns who had been calling to leave Limbo for several days - Zack and scottishranger, formed one camp. Those who wished to lynch Zack formed the second, citing that his call to leave Limbo smelt like Free-Spirit talk. Finally those who wished to lynch one of Zacks detractors, BSmith, formed the third camp.

Zack and scottishranger were soon shouted down, but the groups wishing to lynch Zack and BSmith found themselves evenly matched. Only Subotan had failed to vote at this point and as they could not find him, the Tribe decided to flip a coin to decide which of the unfortunate pair would be executed.

The dishevelled youngsters gathered in a circle and a silver coin was brought from the Tribes chest of the type of trinkets and baubles which they valued most highly.

Both Zack and BSmith glanced nervously at one another, both desperately hoping that they would prove to be the lucky one and avoid the tribes wrath.

There was a hush and scottishranger flipped the coin high into the air. He caught it deftly and then looked up - a confused and quizzical expression on his face.

'You forgot to call for heads or tails you idiot!' shouted one of the boys and scottishranger was cuffed about the head - the coin taken from him and passed to Seon, who addressed BSmith.

'Heads or Tails?'

BSmith held Seons' gaze, trying not to let any fear show.

'Heads'

Seon flipped the coin up and caught it, the children hustled around as the child pulled his hand away from the coin to reveal....

'Heads!' BSmith breathed a deep sigh of relief but then visibly sagged as he realised that it was now his duty to bring an end to Zack.

Zack quivered with fear, his face white and as BSmith lifted the Hogknocker onto his broad shoulder he screamed at the assembled children to let him go and that he only wanted to escape this horrible place.

BSmith shook his head and silently brought the club up in a slow arc over his head before crashing it down onto Zack.

The tiny boy's head was crushed like a tomato under the heel of a hobnailed boot.- his miserable existence extinguished in an instant.

At that moment Subotan rushed into the circle. 'I vote BSmith!' he shouted and then clamped his hand to his mouth as he saw the remains of Zack. The rest of the tribe looked sourly at Subotan for his tardiness, but all were far too shaken by the latest execution and no move was made to punish him.


VOTING TO KILL:

BSmith:
Seon, Visorslash, Askthepizzaguy

Zack:
BSmith, Neri,

VOTING TO LEAVE LIMBO:
Zack, scottishranger

VOTING AFTER THE DEADLINE:
Subotan (Voted for BSmith)

VOTE TIED: Decided by coin flip.

IT IS NOW NIGHT FIVE. ORDERS DUE IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS.

ALIVE
Visorslash
Subotan
Neri
BSmith
Seon
Scottishranger
Askthepizzaguy

DEAD
Arjos (Killed Night Zero)
landlubber (Lynched Day One)
Classical Hero (Killed Night One)
Ishmael (Killed Night One)
Chaotix (Lynched Day Two)
Jarema (Killed Night Two)
Montmorency (Lynched Day Three)
Atheotes (Killed Night Three)
DaveShack (Killed Night Four)
Zack (Lynched after Tied Vote Day Five)

[Neri]

Well, let's see. So all these guys are Little 'Uns: Zack and scottishranger (per write-up), ATPG and Seon and Visorslash (per vote strength). BSmith is a Big 'Un. We don't really have anything on Subotan.

[Zack]

Can somebody kill Zack already? His shoddy logic is getting annoying.

You have the gall to call my logic shoddy after you proclaimed the goal of the mafia was to swoop into the town, then leave as soon as possible (and by the lynch, no less)?? Really?

Anyways, you can see I was a little 'un from the update.

[Neri]

Free Spirits appear to be in Little 'Un form, from what I understand, so that's not much of a cover.

[LazyMcCrow]

NIGHT FIVE HAS ENDED. WRITE-UP TO FOLLOW (may be a while until I get it done - thanks for your patience)

[LazyMcCrow]

NIGHT FIVE


Hunger and fear loomed over the ragged remains of the Tribe like spectral vultures, and the restlessness and desperation was palpable amongst the children around the glowing embers of the fire, as BSmith and Neri finshed disposing of Zacks remains.

It was clear to those remaining loyal to the Tribe that there were too few of them now to guard their territory effectively: Too few of them to guard the perimeter against the dangers of the forests of Limbo, let alone the threat from within. None wished to leave the security of the fire, nor wished to split up - lest they should be next to be murdered and discussion soon turned to moving to the Fortress. The sun had set, and it was decided that if the Tribe had to move they should do so immediately. Staves of wood with oil soaked rags wrapped about them were distributed, clumsily lit, and a miserable procession made their way from the camp out of the Eastern gate, silently toward the den that formed the Tribes most defensible position - their last resort.

The Tribe used only the entrance hall to the subterranean labyrinth as their second basecamp. None of them knew - or cared to know - what lay deeper into the tunnels of the vast network of concrete bunkers, but the sounds of machinery - some eternal automotive systems - could be faintly heard from the metal gangways that lined the walls of the entrance hall like a balcony..

Exhausted, each member of the Tribe - casting wary glances at those about them - collapsed to their rest in the nooks and crannies which best offered some semblance of shelter and they were soon all asleep.

Seon woke abruptly. His senses jangling together as his consciousness coalesced, and a chill fear gripped him as he realised he was no longer at the spot he had laid down his head.

He had been moved.

A faint glow illuminated the dark. The ground below him was metallic - not the chill concrete that he had been sleeping on, but a warmth pervaded the hard shiny surface and he felt it through his palms as he pushed himself up quickly into a low crouch.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, he made out the boxes and pipework that signified the industrial nature of the complex around him - though what industry had ever produced anything of worth in this unholy place, Seon could not fathom.

He made a tentative move toward the spot where the faint light seemed to emanate from - perhaps an illumination from one of the electrical control panels that was still active, but as he drew slowly closer, Seon realised that he was not alone. A figure stood beside the control box. A soft neon glow cutting its silhouette out of the blackness - highlighted an arm outstretched, the figures hand was resting on a lever. The figure was facing Seon and the small boy instantly understood his peril, his mouth stretched open to scream as the figure pressed the lever down.

Seons vision exploded into white and his small body burst into blue flame as it was flung twelve feet into the air with the force of the electric current suddenly released through the flooring beneath it.

The figure quickly ran back to rejoin the other sleeping members of the Tribe, as the burning corpse of Seon was jolted in deathly animation on the metal floor - sparks leaping and fizzing with the smell of burning flesh, casting eerie shadows about the gantries and walkways which led into the unknown.

When the Tribe awoke and found that Seon was missing, they moved as one to search for him - for his remains as most grimly assumed - and when they finally found the chamber and turned the electricity off, the unrecognisable husk that had once been Seon was only identified by one smoking shoe which had been thrown from the electrified floor to the space beside the control panel from which his murderer had committed the deed.

The murderer that still stood among them.


IT IS NOW DAY SIX. THE DEADLINE FOR VOTING IS IN APPROX. 48 HOURS - A FAILURE TO VOTE WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED

ALIVE
Visorslash
Subotan
Neri
BSmith
Scottishranger
Askthepizzaguy

DEAD
Arjos (Killed Night Zero)
landlubber (Lynched Day One)
Classical Hero (Killed Night One)
Ishmael (Killed Night One)
Chaotix (Lynched Day Two)
Jarema (Killed Night Two)
Montmorency (Lynched Day Three)
Atheotes (Killed Night Three)
DaveShack (Killed Night Four)
Zack (Lynched after Tied Vote Day Five)
Seon (Killed Night Five)

[Zack]

You have the gall to call my logic shoddy after you proclaimed the goal of the mafia was to swoop into the town, then leave as soon as possible (and by the lynch, no less)?? Really?

Anyways, you can see I was a little 'un from the update.

I should also mention that the name of the game is, in fact, Leaving Limbo.

[Ishmael]

You seem awfully vehement in defending your case Zack.

Incidentally, the title doesn't specify who wants to leave Limbo.

[Zack]

You seem awfully vehement in defending your case Zack.

I apologize for defending myself. Next time, when erroneous accusations are libeled against me, I'll just stay silent and let my accusers roll over me.

Incidentally, the title doesn't specify who wants to leave Limbo.

Either you're a Free Spirit; or, you are seriously, with a straight face, espousing what is quite frankly one of the dumbest theories to ever grace the game of mafia.

[Ishmael]

I apologize for defending myself. Next time, when erroneous accusations are libeled against me, I'll just stay silent and let my accusers roll over me.

I have nothing against you defending yourself, but bringing up a piece of 'evidence' with no bearing on the matter at hand, well after the previous post in the argument, strikes me as a bit over the top. And so I wonder as to your motives for so zealously espousing your case.

Either you're a Free Spirit; or, you are seriously, with a straight face, espousing what is quite frankly one of the dumbest theories to ever grace the game of mafia.

As I say, there is precedent in Capo of a similar idea. Every mechanic has to be new once, and I see no reason to assume that this is just a game of plain ol' vanilla mafia.

[Zack]

And so I wonder as to your motives for so zealously espousing your case.

Seriously?

[Montmorency]

Town is doomed. Mafia has the lynch in its pocket.