Pirate Ship Mafia III [Concluded]

[Visor]

We should get John's flip in the morning so that will paint a nice picture,

[Zack]

To ensure no chance for conversion.

People being in the writeup is very important at this stage.

But I mean why not also do that. What is the blunderbuss being saved for and how important are scans at this point?

[Visor]

But I mean why not also do that. What is the blunderbuss being saved for and how important are scans at this point?

Scans are still important to find the convert

dunno what the blunderbuss is being saved for but there is not a real need to save it or spend it

[Golden1Knight]

I am announcing that I changed my mind and I will stay aboard (at least for now). It seems that I have some more work to do here.

[Myrddraal]

Is this supposed to stop us from instantly lynching you tomorrow?

You could give a better justification at least.

[Golden1Knight]

Is this supposed to stop us from instantly lynching you tomorrow?

You could give a better justification at least.

I was told to stay, to help a group.

[Zack]

blunderbuss / fm kill goldenknight please

[Zack]

Scans are still important to find the convert

dunno what the blunderbuss is being saved for but there is not a real need to save it or spend it

Who cares about the convert? They're a distraction from the real prize.

[Zack]

The maven agents can't roleblock according to the OP - IIRC so the Frechman has to have been outside of those because the vigs didn't lose an arbitrary members.

AHEM

Personally I agree with him, I'm not a big fan of spreadsheeting myself.

[Zack]

ok i just got out of my bubble bath and realized visor is the frenchman, he even admitted to it:

Yes I'm the Frenchman as you have no doubt figured out.

[Visor]

AHEM

sprig already did it, I was just filling in his blanks.

and well, it needed to be done!

[Visor]

ok i just got out of my bubble bath and realized visor is the frenchman, he even admitted to it:

goddamnit zack have your baths later

[Visor]

I'll do some more hard-hitting shower analysis later.

And no, it isn't what you're thinking either.

[Golden1Knight]

blunderbuss / fm kill goldenknight please

Do you really think I'm a French or you simply want to kill as many seamen as possible in order to avoid conversions?

[Zack]

As if you're a choice conversion target?

[Zack]

Or that I even care about finding converts?

[Montmorency]

Tonight: Double A robs one of us and wins the game with almost no effort.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 8 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 8

It was a cloudless night and the full moon was out, its reflection sparkling on the Atlantic's surface. The night promised madness and mayhem, and the remaining crew of the Presence certainly delivered.


Andres advanced forward, his steps uncertain. He had been perfectly content with robbing his way to success (with the occasional treasure protection, naturally) and helping his friends out of jams. That was what he had been doing, and that was what he was good at. Why change what worked? But earlier in the night he had received a direct order from his Captain as part of Operation Blenheim to go killing, and, well, it was crunch time. There weren't that many places left to hide, so Andres sucked it up and figured he'd do his duty. The fact that he had been thrown in the brig was only a minor inconvenience for an accomplished criminal like himself.

There was only one problem: Where was everybody? Andres was a pirate, but he wasn't talented enough to murder one of his own without backup. In addition, his target, Golden1Knight, was also missing. Andres had checked below decks, walked across the ship on multiple occasions, climbed the mast, even peered into the officers' cabin. No sign of anyone.

Stopping at the starboard side of the ship, right around the dinghies that so many people had commandeered for their own uses, Andres paused to consider his next move when he saw it: Three figures, cutlasses drawn, advancing towards him. The one off to the side, looking slightly confused at the makeup of the group, was his "quarry", Golden1Knight.

"Hellfire, I be betrayed!" Andres shouted, cursing Montmorency and his plan. "Right lads," he said, now trying to talk his way out of this before resorting to violence, "let's be reasonable about this. It be fairly obvious that the Captain just set me up. Is this a man whose orders ye want to faithfully follow? Truly? If he did this to one o' his loyal crewmen, where does it stop, says I? Who's to say that you won't be his next target? Lads? Lads? Oh, fine." Clearly seeing that his talk had no effect, Andres sighed and drew his own weapon. The battle was on.

*CRASH*

Five seconds later, the battle was off, as two separate people had barreled into the four fighters, leaving them all collapsed in a heap.

"Oh come on, just let us by!" the lead figure pleaded, looking absolutely terrified. "All we want to be doin' is using one of them dinghies! Then we'll be out of yer way forever!"

"autolycus? Csargo? Waitaminute, shouldn't the two of ye be attackin' Andres with us?" Zack, another one of the attackers said. The third, Myrddraal, nodded his head in agreement.

"Ah, about that," auto said. "Ordinarily I'd be happy to, ye know that, but when ye have a great fire-breathin' woman claiming something about lost property and swearing eternal vengeance and deaths so painful that no other human in history has even dreamed to conceive of them, I be takin' a rain check! Some other time, lads. Help us get this dinghy lowered!" He and Csargo frantically started to pull on the ropes, leaving the four original fighters to stand there, dumbfounded.

"You're not getting off that easy!" a feminine voice called out, a second later launching a harpoon from her location. Luckily for autolycus, the distance was long enough where he had the time to take his cutlass out and parry it, but BSmith, the figure in question, closed the distance fast. "I want my hat back!" she called out, drawing a familiar-looking fancy cutlass and swinging it at auto with fury.

"That be what this is about??!?" auto said, barely able to parry BSmith's blows. "I give it to ye and we be square?? Take the bloody thing, then!"

"There will be no negotiation!" BSmith yelled, only amping up the pressure further. "All of the New World shall know of me and tremble with fear at my actions!"

There were now seven people around the dinghies in total. Csargo was still preparing one for his and auto's escape, but was struggling to do so with the lack of a partner. BSmith, of course, was looking like a force of nature with her fancy cutlass, it taking autolycus every ounce of his effort just to stay alive. Finally, there were the four original attackers: Zack, Myrddraal, Golden1Knight, and Andres, just standing around openmouthed at this display. Eventually, this commotion brought the three officers to the scene: Visorslash, dcmort93, and Captain Montmorency.

"What in the name of Morgan and Drake is the meaning of this??!?!" Monty said, but everybody ignored him. "Andres, how did you escape the brig?" Everyone ignored that, too. "Dammit, pay attention to me!" Nobody did. "This is not part of the plan at all! You're ruining everything!!"

"*I'm* not, *he* is!" BSmith snarled, clearly indicating autolycus. "He must pay for his insolence! He has to!" At the same time, Csargo desperately tried to signal autolycus's attention, saying that the dinghy was finally ready.

"It is?" auto said, taking his attention off BSmith for a brief moment to see Csargo's work. This was all the time BSmith needed, as she wound up for a finishing strike. "Thank the Lord, not a moment too s-" SLICE! Where autolycus's head had been an instant ago, there was now a brief flash of silver and then a fountain of red. BSmith's fancy cutlass had managed to decapitate autolycus with a single stroke. His head landed and, lips still moving, rolled around until it eventually fell overboard into the dinghy.

"Everybody stop!" Monty called out, but he was once again ignored by everybody screaming in shock. None of these were louder than Csargo's, who had a significant amount of despair mixed in with his.

"Oh come on!" he cried. "What am I supposed to do now??!?"

"Silence yourself and listen!" Monty said, "Just follow my plan and all will be well!"

"Not that, you fool" Csargo wasn't having any of it. "I turned my back on the crew! First Ishmael promised me the moon and wove me sweet tales of justice, but he died. Then autolycus said not to worry, the Captain of the Maven had planned for this, but now *he* died! I stole from BSmith too, got a pair of boots out of it, so I imagine she's after me next! I've been trying to kill myself for the past week, with protection works that I know would fail, but Ishmael and autolycus talked me out of that now, and they're gone! I'm done, I'm just done!" And before anybody could stop him, Csargo drew his own cutlass, slit his throat, and purposely fell overboard into the ocean.

Pandemonium. Everybody started screaming and running around at once. People were shouting that the threat was over, people were moaning over Csargo's fate, people were yelling at BSmith at the top of their lungs if she really was a woman. Monty, getting progressively more agitated, called for silence several times, but continued to be ignored. Finally, incensed, he pulled out a blunderbuss.

"I WILL HAVE ORDER!" This quieted a few people down, but his next move got everybody to shut up. He raised the blunderbuss, aimed it, and fired a shot directly into Andres's face. He was dead before he hit the floor.

"I regret the need to do that," Monty calmly said, clearly not regretting anything about what he did, "but you people seriously need to listen to me. Now, let's look at this logically. autolycus is dead, thanks to BSmith. Clearly his death affected Csargo, who unfortunately - or perhaps very fortunately - killed himself immediately thereafter. Now, right before he did so, he started babbling on about how Ishmael promised him this and that and said everything would be better. We know that spaceman98 was in the Frenchman's pay, meaning that at most, there were three French-aligned sailors aboard. It stands to reason that their leader was Ishmael and autolycus was the other original agent, them having recruited Csargo to the cause at some point during the voyage home. I think we're finally safe, lads."

"Waitaminute," somebody said, trying to process all of this information. "Everyone's up here anyway! If the French were thinking, they could have just activated a grenade and blown us all to hell at any point in the last ten minutes and slipped off! Clearly, nobody's done that! Who's left to be unaccounted for, anyway?"

Everybody looked around. Double A, of course, was still below decks, snoring incredibly loudly. He had missed the entire thing.

"It doesn't matter," said Montmorency. "Look, the sun is coming up and Nassau is in sight. We're finally home, boys."

Day broke over the Presence. For the first time in over a week, all was quiet.

OOC: I couldn't think of a better way for Pirate Ship Mafia III to end: with a ridiculous amount of violence that probably could have been avoided. Thanks for playing, everyone! I'll get started on the postgame stuff later today.

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Attacked: spaceman98 (n1), Askthepizzaguy (n1, n3, n7), Csargo (n2), Andres (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n5), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n5, n6), autolycus (n5), Ishmael (n5, n6), Andres (n8)

Killed: TFT (n1), seireikhaan (n2), Ice (n3), landlubber (n4), Lissa (n4), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n6), autolycus (Frenchman agent/Maven saboteur) (n8), Andres (n8)

Mutinied: Kagemusha (d2)

Committed suicide: Csargo (Frenchman/Maven Convert) (n8)

Abandoned Ship: Ironside (n2), Choxorn (n6), Askthepizzaguy (n7), El Barto (n7)

Walked the plank: Xiahou (d3), spaceman98 (Frenchman agent) (d4), TheFlax (Dutch Trader) (d5), johnhughthom (d6), Ishmael (The Frenchman) (d7), Ituralde (d8)

Survived: (8)
BSmith - Anne the Tavern Wench
dcmort93
Double A
Golden1Knight
Montmorency
Myrddraal
Visorslash
Zack

[seireikhaan]

Seriously, you stole from Bsmith? Looks like someone didn't learn the lesson I got.


Anyways, good game all. Sorry I got salty. Thanks for the game, GH.

[Montmorency]

Ha, so Auto defending Ishmael was the tip-off we all really needed to heed.

Apparently, once the Frenchman died the Maveneer had a chance to stay longer, build up loot for the escape or whatever. Really unluckily for Csargo, he got converted the same night he stole from BSmith.

And so they died a most ignominious death:



But then how was BSmith blocked on N5? I would have liked a nice epic battle between me and Andres...

[autolycus]

I read your death as a team of five, rather than what I guess it actually was, 4 and Bsmith.

How exactly did Bsmith's character work? I enjoyed this game a lot, but I have to say that in both this one and the last one (I think it was the no-mutiny guy), I felt like the townie with a chip on their shoulder did not add to the game (and I'm not just saying that because she killed me :P)

[GeneralHankerchief]

On my list to be done, in order:

- Epilogue
- Role list/commentary
- Player summary
- My traditional postgame essay

For now though, the biggest mystery of the game for a lot of the town was "how could the French have hidden in groups so well?" The answer to this was that they got two actions per night: a primary action of group work/mafia activities, and a secondary action of stealing (Ishmael also had a roleblock as a secondary action every other night). This was how they were able to give themselves cover for when they were off scanning or converting.

[GeneralHankerchief]

How exactly did Bsmith's character work? I enjoyed this game a lot, but I have to say that in both this one and the last one (I think it was the no-mutiny guy), I felt like the townie with a chip on their shoulder did not add to the game (and I'm not just saying that because she killed me :P)

I'll let BSmith explain his perspective while we wait for me to finish all of my postgame stuff - I'll tell you what I personally envisioned the role to be when I get to the role list.

[Zack]

Happy to see the tradition of the Frenchman losing Pirate Ship Mafia continues!

[Zack]

Unfortunately my masterful performance from last game didn't carry over, as I was a total shitshow this time around.

[Montmorency]

On my list to be done, in order:

- Epilogue
- Role list/commentary
- Player summary
- My traditional postgame essay

For now though, the biggest mystery of the game for a lot of the town was "how could the French have hidden in groups so well?" The answer to this was that they got two actions per night: a primary action of group work/mafia activities, and a secondary action of stealing (Ishmael also had a roleblock as a secondary action every other night). This was how they were able to give themselves cover for when they were off scanning or converting.

That explains all the stealing, but the failure to commit to conversion was crippling given the power of the leadership.

Indeed, the tendency toward strong Town executives is what makes Pirate II and III so unbalanced in favor of Town.

Without making gold more than just a hi-score, Pizzas and Andres' become outliers, and networks win the day.

The only real chance for a scum-team is to get the Captainship straight away and bluff scans and protections while converting to shore up their position.

Interesting to see the difference in networks between II and III, though.

In Pirate II, Zack ran a ruthless Stalinist autocracy, while in this game the successive administrations managed more of a classic profligate-American-managerial-bureaucracy dynamic (which was alluded to a lot in both player discussion and your writeups).

[Zack]

In Pirate II, Zack ran a ruthless Stalinist autocracy

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Yeah, by all means, feel free to rip the mechanics of this one apart. I'll be giving my side of the story a bit later on, but in the meantime, I definitely want to hear as many perspectives on the matter as possible.

[Montmorency]

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Not from my perspective.