The Prometheus: Large Mafia Game [Concluded]

[ULC]

*Shrugs* I'll get the last laugh regardless in this, so vote either way.

[White_eyes:D]

*Shrugs* I'll get the last laugh regardless in this, so vote either way.

You can tell your breaking down.....

[ULC]

Lynch me, mafia wins, I am proven innocent even though the game is lost and you get to feel sorry White Eyes.

Lynch Reenk, town wins, I am proven innocent and right, you get to feel sorry White Eyes.

Wow, I win either way

[Chaotix]

He's snapped! He's gone completely insane! Do we have an asylum on board?

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Vote: YLC

After reviewing a large # of posts, I will side with the Reenkster. If RR's our final eco-murderer, then I will be stunned at the "queen's gambit" they pulled -- for CR's writeup made it clear that khaan was tree-hugger #1 and Reenk shot him down more or less solo after he'd been hammered at unsuccessfully for so long. Not impossible, but given the numbers at that juncture I just don't think it would have been done. Plus, Reenk's investigating me on Night #3 and THEN using me as mafia bait by dangling my name out for targeting was classic detective behavior. Unless Reenk is some kind of SK/Detective, I just have the sense that he's the one to back here.

Furthermore, YLC, you revealed your PM stuff ONLY to Reenk -- as though he was the only one to be convinced -- even after CR had specifically re-asserted that quoting same would be permissable. Reenk's assessment was that it was impossible to confirm its veracity. So why did you not try to convince others and respond to Reenk's reveal with one of your own? "The mafia would then target me" is not much excuse pal -- they're planning to do it anyway and its a RARE townie role that is THAT indespensible.

If I have been fooled, then so be it, it will have been masterfully done. But my gut and my evaluation of post content says YLC is the last eco-maf.

[ULC]

Crazed Rabbit, please end the day now. I have no need to try and convince the remaining players whether I am right or wrong, so there will be no need for further deliberation. I am happy with any outcome at this point.

[Thermal]

Crazed Rabbit, please end the day now. I have no need to try and convince the remaining players whether I am right or wrong, so there will be no need for further deliberation. I am happy with any outcome at this point.

wht if the outcome means you will be killed and crazed rabbit lied about your role throughout

[ULC]

Unlikely, borderline impossible. And if I am a mafia, without knowledge, then I am happy the town won. What else do you want out of me?

[Thermal]

Unlikely, borderline impossible. And if I am a mafia, without knowledge, then I am happy the town won. What else do you want out of me?

ummmm, lets see, your mobile number, address, house, computer, i also want your name, and passport

[Sigurd]

*Gets out the popcorn and takes a front seat*

It could be either of the remaining players. Good choice with the last kill, you last of the treehuggers.
Why not make your role public for all to see YLC, it couldn't matter now?

Or have you made several versions of it? Chatorix's PMs indicate this. In which case it makes you that much guiltier.
Perfect timing on sending me that pm though, I was planning on getting all those who voted me out Reenkster style and you would have been next.

[ULC]

Actually, my role was rather weird, since I got it by asking CR if I could RP the ships A.I. CR had an unfinished role, and he gave it to me, saying take it or leave it. I did, and had some fun with it, even if the role itself was utterly ineffectual. I had to be creative with it, was all, and it was fairly easy enough.

May I ask that, in the interests of roleplaying, that I be represented as the ships computer? Obviously, this will change nothing, but I thought it might add in some flavor to the game. I'd also love to have a role in my own death or conversion, if it's okay.

I actually drew up some background stories but didn't get enough done for everyone. But I'm giving them out to anyone in the game who asks.

While you can claim to be the computer, I won't pay attention to that. That's because it really wouldn't make sense to lynch a computer, and would throw the whole game off kilter. I do have one role that may be similar;

You had to go to a special reeducation school when you were eight years old because you drew a picture of a knight riding a horse, like in the old stories your great aunt told you. This, of course, demonstrated a pathological hatred and contempt for animals and required ten intensive years of reeducation and toil in the state propaganda-shipping center before you were eligible for parole.
You serve in the communication room on The Prometheus, after starting an underground newspaper before the revolt.

So you'd serve in the communication room, and could pretend to use the PA system. This would have no real effect on the game, but I'd include it in my write ups if you chose to have this role. Note that you can't reject this role and get another from me. This is a take it or leave it thing.

CR

But CA kinda gave away a crucial part of the game when he handed it off to me, and I showed him the roles I created with it, indicating that the fake role that it would actually work, meaning that the ability, even though I clearly did not have, worked for me, in that a test against it would mean it would hold water. To me, this meant the mafia had limited recruitment abilities, and the only person who had any form of role from the beginning and who kept spouting out that the mafia could continue to recruit when they clearly could not, meant that it was Reenk in my eyes.

Not bad. Of course, only the comm officer role will have any effect, but I'll remember what you said in the event of your imprisonment.

CR

Just so you know, it is okay if you quote the PMs I sent you in the actual game thread.

CR

I know now :luagh4:

I actually created my own working role with what you gave me, I became the "protown propaganda" guy. I can now forge whatever type of PM I wish, and made myself immune to being converted, :luagh4:.

I just hope I don't kill myself this way. Still, I've done enough damage, so when I am lynched, can you portray me as stark raving mad as the tree huggers, but in a "your one of them way?".

Oh, the roles I "made"

Greetings

You are the Communications Officer

You serve in the communication room on The Prometheus, after starting an underground newspaper before the revolt. Your skill with propaganda and understanding of it stems into your childhood, but it also makes you perfect for your job.

You had to go to a special re-education school when you were eight years old because you drew a picture of a knight riding a horse, like in the old stories your great aunt told you. This, of course, demonstrated a pathological hatred and contempt for animals and required ten intensive years of reeducation and toil in the state propaganda-shipping center before you were eligible for parole.

Because of this, you carry a burning hatred for the environmental agent and any of his followers, and cannot be converted.

Crazed Rabbit

AND (My "real" role)

Greetings

You are the Quartermaster

You serve as the ships overseer, keeping spirits high with your rhetoric, after starting an underground newspaper before the revolt. Your skill with propaganda and understanding of it stems into your childhood, but it also makes you perfect for your job.

You had to go to a special re-education school when you were eight years old because you drew a picture of a knight riding a horse, like in the old stories your great aunt told you. This, of course, demonstrated a pathological hatred and contempt for animals and required ten intensive years of reeducation and toil in the state propaganda-shipping center before you were eligible for parole.

Because of this, you carry a burning hatred for the environmental agent and any of his followers, and cannot be converted. Also, every other night, you may select one astronaut to protect from the environmental agents insidious propaganda.

Crazed Rabbit


Hehe, what do you think?

None of that matters now, I have already recieved a PM from CR himself asking me -

What would you like to say/do as you're lynched? Please keep it within reason.

CR

Hmmm, nice job town, you intentionally lost the game

EDIT - And these PM's are quoted perfectly, nothing Omitted or Added, and CR can confirm this

[ULC]

-Oops, Double Post!-

[Sigurd]

I don't know, but YLC's PMs seems legit...

However, CR's role desciption can be interpreted either way. Either you became anti-treehugger or the 10 year indoctrination payed off and you became a brainwashed treehugger.

I always have doubts when it comes to the Reeinkmaster. I believe he does have the cojones to pull the stunt he did being a treehugger. It would be the perfect bluff which we are forced to believe.
Three mafia and no detective or any other roles seems unlikely.

Since no other player has come forward or disputed Reenk's role claim we are forced to believe he is genuine and at this point the last treehugger is either Seamus or YLC.

[ULC]

Sigurd, your thinking about it wrong, Reenk can in fact be the last mafia and have a genuine role. I am sure the mafia could convert, but only 2 people. Reenk could have been the Detective originally, but was converted either the first or second night, most likely the very first night. He could then continue to function as a detective and mafia. It would explain why he lived even though he should have died, why his ability suddenly "fizzled". I don't think CR would just nerf both the mafia and the detective for no reason.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Voting is over.

Writeup to come.

CR

[ULC]

Hmmm..I wonder what it will be like

Time for the town to feel guilty, bwahahaha

[Reenk Roink]

YLC why are you so evil?

[Crazed Rabbit]

The day began with a series of speeches by YLC. He spoke more eloquently than he had yet, accusing Reenk Roink of being the last killer among the crew. Had he been in front of a crowd, the speeches might well have been called stirring, but there were only three men alone in a room. The words echoed off the walls, making YLC seem isolated, a man alone practicing a speech.

After he finished, he glared at Reenk Roink. But Reenk merely laughed and proceeded to casually dismiss all that YLC had said. And so the decision was at an impasse, and the final decision came to Seamus Fermanagh, as they had all known it would.

Earlier he had reviewed the ships logs and even now was looking at some notes. In his mind he weighed the probabilities and went with the one he deemed most likely, voting for YLC.

Hearing that, YLC became dejected and gave up his arguments. He retired to the side of the room, occasionally muttering. As the Captain walked in, he deduced that YLC had been chosen.

He turned to face YLC and told Reenk and Seamus to help him put YLC in the cryo-chamber. Together, the three formed a line facing YLC. Seeing this, YLC stood up straighter and shifted his feet.

“It is not me! Reenk is the one! Has he controlled all your minds? Why are you doing this? Am I the only one left on this ship who is not a lover of the old tyranny?” demanded YLC, yelling and beginning to sweat. He looked at the three men approaching him nervously, his eyes shifting rapidly between them.

“Don’t fight it, YLC, it’s over,” said the Captain. The three men continued to cautiously make their way to YLC. He was shifting his weight, turning rapidly to face each of his opponents.

Finally the three were but a step away from YLC, and Reenk and Seamus reached out and grabbed his arms. YLC tried to pull his arms away, but the grip was firm and he gave up quickly. Then the men holding YLC shifted position to begin to lead him to the cryo-chamber.

Seeing the cryo-chamber in front of him, YLC again began talking, “Guys, it’s not me, you’ve got the wrong man. I’ve been framed, set up by the killers, like a puppet. Can’t you see? Can’t you see this? Why can’t you guys see? Why are you blind?”

With each word he was closer to the cryo-chamber. He did not walk calmly along, but tried to stop from being pulled forward. It was a futile effort. The men holding him were determined, though nervous beyond belief.

Soon half the distance had been crossed, and YLC continued to talk, “This is a mistake! I love this ship, I love our mission! I’ve cared for this ship, I’ve shed my blood and sweat for it! How can you be doing this to me?!”

They were almost to the cryo-chamber now. The lid was open. YLC began to put more effort into stopping his forward movement.

All of his earlier eloquence was gone, his words had become slurred together, “It’s not me!” he screamed, “I’m not the killer! It’s Reenk! Reenk’s the killer, and he’s framed me! He’s playing you all! Why can’t you see that?” YLC’s face was red, and he began to actively fight being thrown into the cryo-chamber. The huddle of men was only a few feet from the chamber, and the men holding YLC tightened their grips and began using all the force they could to push YLC in.

They had managed to pin his upper body in the chamber when YLC gave one last primal roar and surged out of the chamber. He tore loose his arm from Seamus and brought it to bear on Reenk, trying to strangle him. Reenk temporarily slacked his own grip on YLC’s other arm, which YLC took advantage of to begin to strangle Reenk with both hands. Reenk gasped for breath, struggling to tear YLC’s hands from his throat.

The Captain and Seamus both flung themselves on YLC, wrestling him into the chamber and helping to pry his hands off Reenk. But YLC was not through; he began kicking out even as his upper body was stuffed into the chamber. Finally, though, Reenk, Seamus, and the Captain had securely shut the lid over YLC.

His body was contorted under the lid and they could still see him yelling. The three men left on The Prometheus each panted for breath after the struggle. Seamus was bent over trying to regain his breath as Reenk held his throat and the Captain backed a few paces back.

For a moment, no one spoke. The ship was filled with an odd silence, leaving each man to his thoughts. Had they succeeded? Had they finally vanquished the tyrannical threat?

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to be continued very shortly...

[ULC]

Hehehehe...

[Crazed Rabbit]

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After a few more moments, the panting ceased and the men stood straighter.

“Let us pray,” said the Captain, “That he was the last of the killers lurking on our ship. I would not have guessed that the communications officer would be one to support the oppressive tyranny.”

“Ironic that a machine gave us this victory,” said Reenk.

The Captain nodded, “Isn’t it? In the next few days I can see if we can release the innocent men we have imprisoned here, but I think that will take a great deal of time, if overriding the locks is even possible.”
Seamus looked out at the rows of cryo-chambers containing his fellow crewmembers.

“No, you misunderstand me,” said Reenk, “it is not your victory.”

With a roar, he reached for Seamus, grabbing his head and then bringing it violently down on the cryo-chamber containing YLC. Seamus could do nothing to stop the sudden onslaught, and the blow broke his nose and dazed him. As blood flowed from his nose and onto the cryo-chamber he slumped to the floor, groaning.

“NOOOO!” screamed the Captain, his face contorting in rage and fear, as he launched himself at Reenk. His hatred boiled over inside him as he now, finally, saw the last of the killers in front of him. Reenk was more than a mere killer to him; he was the embodiment of the enslavement of mankind, a dark force of tyrannical oppression. But Reenk turned confidently to face the onrushing Captain.

He set his feet and dodged, throwing the Captain into a cryo-chamber. The Captain yelled again, scrambling to get up. But Reenk was too quick, and he stomped on the Captain’s head, banging it against the floor. With that, the Captain’s yells died and he grunted in pain as his scrambling stopped.

Reenk kicked over the dazed Captain, a cruel smile on his face.

“You’re too late,” the Captain whispered, smiling, as blood ran down his face, “I’ve already set and locked in our course to earth. There’s no way to change it, especially for a mechanical moron like yourself.”

Reenk’s confidence did not waver. He simply smiled more and said, “Oh, I believe I’ll have plenty of time to change the course of this plagueship, even if I must read of your hateful machines to do it.”

The smile left the Captain’s face. He had failed. Humanity had entrusted him with this mission and he had failed. He was almost grateful as he saw Reenk’s boot slam down towards his face.

Reenk then finished off Seamus and looked out at the bloodied cryo-chamber room. His face beamed as he surveyed his new domain. Now, he was in control.

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MAFIA VICTORY

Alive (1)

Reenk Roink

Killed (8)

Lord Winter
Andres
shlin28
beefy187
Yoyoma
White Eyes
Ichigo
Seamus

Thrown Out the Air-Lock (2)

KukriKhan
twilightblade

Imprisoned (11)

Rythmic
glyphz
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy
Chaotix
Pevergreen
Aries777777
makaikhaan
Mithrandir
Alexander The Pretty Good
Peasant Phill
YLC

Mafia Team:
The Agent: seireikhaan
Convert, Night One: Askthepizzaguy
Convert, Night One: Reenk Roink
Convert, Night Two: Kukrikhan

[seireikhaan]

Great job guys. Special congrats to Reenk for an amazing job of going solo.

Quicktopic link.

However, there's gaps here and there from PM'ing. More details later.

Edit: I'm losing my manners, clearly.

Thanks for hosting a great, if slightly quirky, game, CR! It was, as always, a pleasure to be the underminer of town good.

[Crazed Rabbit]

I'm glad the game was enjoyed.

And initial observations;
Sigurd believing Reenk straight-up after his own mafia game surprised me.

No one besides Reenk spotted the line in my write-up that would have ended him.
A prize to whoever finds it first! (The title of "Quickest to shut the barn door after the horse has left")

CR

[ULC]

No one listens to YLC, no one believes YLC, YLC must be wrong, YLC is mafia, YLC is trying to trick us or behave dishonestly, lets lynch YLC (next time actually do it), oh YLC WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME!

Hmmm...how do you feel White Eyes? Chaotix? Sigurd? Seamus? Hmmm...

[seireikhaan]

No one besides Reenk spotted the line in my write-up that would have ended him.
A prize to whoever finds it first! (The title of "Quickest to shut the barn door after the horse has left")

CR

If I show it, do I get the prize?

[White_eyes:D]

No one listens to YLC, no one believes YLC, YLC must be wrong, YLC is mafia, YLC is trying to trick us or behave dishonestly, lets lynch YLC (next time actually do it), oh YLC WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME!

Hmmm...how do you feel White Eyes? Chaotix? Sigurd? Seamus? Hmmm...

YLC you still helped the Mafia by trying VERY hard to survive in the end you can only blame yourself for helping Reenk by
1# giving him your role pm
2# accusing him LAST round when everyone is almost dead.....
3# and not going with PP when he voted Reenk(I mean if you knew, why not when it was 2v2?)

In the end this statement made by me pretty much said it all post 560#.....

what if Reenk is the Main Mafia?*shudders*

To which it made my mind go "oh " and I guess it was clear he was.....

But GOOD JOBReenk you kicked some town butt with those BIG brass ones, lynching your own agents like that

[Beefy187]

Great story and great writeup. Thank you for hosting CR!

Congratulations to the mafia, especially to Reenk.... Have a baloon

[ULC]

*shakes head at White Eyes* And what, have everyone immediately turn on me? If I voted Reenk, Phil would have changed his vote to me, and possibly Seamus, and most definitely Reenk. It would have been suicide, and the outcome would have been the same as it is now. No, I was waiting for the opportune moment, with the fewest people to convince. I know I screwed up by looking guilty, but I play as I go, I don't plot every move I make, and it was you who did not help the town White Eyes, but constantly putting pressure on me. If you thought it was Reenk too, then why not voice it? But you didn't, and made it a special quest to come after me instead. I even hinted at it being Reenk subtly as much as I could without suddenly becoming the lynch target, but I didn't do it well enough.

Also, the WHOLE ROLE thing was a falsity I contrived, to see what would happen. There was no harm in sharing it, since Reenk could do nothing about it, and even knew better.

I also did not try very hard to survive, in fact, I was kept alive by Reenk, otherwise who else could we just barely suspect? Reenk, for his continued survival and convenient loss of ability.

The simple fact is I miscalulated my play, and how gullible, or and how effective all others were. Reenk was masterful to some, but blindingly obvious to me. I am sorry I failed the town, but no one would believe half of what I say, or trust me at all, even though I knew not soon after, along with Yoyoma (who truly and firmly planted that seed in my mind), that the mafia could not recruit continuously, yet me, and especially Yoyoma, were ignored.

So I shut up, and waited until the opportune time. I miscalculated. Maybe I should have shared my thoughts with dead members, but I feared more contact then necessary, stupidly though, and I realize now Sigurd would have been more tactful to remove me from such thoughts, but then again, why should he have believed me? Reenk was able to play the fine line enough to make me look bad, but just not bad enough.

How, and which write up Crazed Rabbit? The one before last?

[seireikhaan]

Now now, fellas. No need to point fingers at who's fault it all was. It was all good and fun, but lets remember that it is indeed just a game.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Plus, you all got spanked equally bad.

[ULC]

I'm still going to hound White Eyes in every game until he cries Uncle

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Defeated yet again. I only win when I'm deaded.

Masterfully played by the "baddies." The gambit was, ultimately, what took me in. YLC, how you saw through that I do not know.

Anything less than the reveal-lynch of the badguy leader would have led me to switch my vote to Reenk at the end -- and I was sorely tempted to do so -- but went with the odds.