Or are you saying that this all refers tonights protection groups?
Or are you saying that this all refers tonights protection groups?
Seamus, your Eastern time and your GMT time don't match up![]()
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road,
but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely
chicken's dominion maintained. ~Machiavelli
I was referring to N1. FYI, the same person who instructed you and me to protect ATPG on N1 was the one who sent out the PM about II's identity. There were a bunch of people from the protection group CCd on the PM. I responded that we should take II out that night, but was overruled. I have not had any direct contact with ATPG whatsoever.
Last edited by Yaropolk; 08-12-2009 at 16:33.
Jolt was busy last day in RL.
The fact is that since we all knew that he was a Mafia (We'll know that in day 4), I tried to cajole him into revealing himself for me, with a plot that I had already a someone very special for him and his gang to kill. I reasoned that he would speak to his Don and if positive would give me a reply which confirmed him as a Mafia. From there on, I wasn't sure whether I would reveal someone randomly to see if I had the chance of getting into the familly and finding out the other guys or simply denouncing FH alone. FH said he was a wiseguy, and I asked him if he was really sure, because that being the case, would make me vote for him. Obviously, by myself voting for him, he was bound to reveal our PM talk as a backlash, but since my MO with him (Always very vague when speaking about people) was safe, I didn't have the slightest fear of people making something out of it. Thus, I was fishing for his role, which didn't went exactly according to plan. I voted for him knowing full well he would probably put our conversation here, which doesn't show anything I didn't want town to see.
BLARGH!
It can bug you all you want, It's not some carefully calculated plan to destroy the town or anything, it's just my ignorance. I was trying to figure out what FH meant, it was a question which he never answered.
I literally, know nothing about what's going on behind the scenes, i'm not some all powerful pro-town role or some guy who can sit here and figure out post by post who is guilty. I don't really think I need to prove to you, or the average skim reader for that matter, that I'm contributing. I actually don't even see why you're pointing this out.
Let's look at your posts thus far, two on this page pointing attention at myself and Kage, one selecting 'Khaan, and one voting for DisgruntledGoat because, "Funny name. Hehe."
(Whoa, it seems like I'm being really defensive and scummy now. Oh well, I only answered this because I could)
Originally Posted by TosaInu
Rest in peace TosaInu
jeez i had to deal with real life trouble (a minor car accident) but its all good now, the only problem is this thread bloomed into 15 pages already, i'll be more active right now.
Texas is Gods country! - SFTS
SFTS =The rest =
Glad you're OK.
Last edited by johnhughthom; 08-12-2009 at 19:17.
This is all very fascinating. There's just one problem with this story which bugs the heck out of me.
When I accused FactionHeir, you sat on all this information; you voted for him without adding to the case against him. And you weren't absent at that time, you were here to vote for him. This entire, above scenario, you didn't bother to contribute to the discussion until after FactionHeir started pointing the scummy finger at you.
Now, after the time has passed where you could build a case against FactionHeir, after he accused you of collaborating with some shady people for less than pro-town purposes, and after he's dead, now you deign it to be the appropriate time to reveal that hey, you knew FactionHeir was a scumbag all along, and even though you told him in private that you knew he was a mafia and you wanted him to kill someone that is, in your own words, an "important secret role which is crucial for the town victory", and even though Yaropolk also mentioned nothing of this until after he was also accused, we are meant to believe this is all just plain old innocent townie behavior.
The above quoted text sounds suspiciously like an explanation for why your pants are down and your embarrassment is exposed for the whole world to see, rather than a legitimate explanation for your activities. It's more a fantastic tale of how cookie crumbs got on your face while aliens arrived in a UFO and took the cookies back to their home planet.
In short, and with all due respect,
FoS: Jolt, Yaropolk
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 08-12-2009 at 19:59.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Heh, I use 80 posts per page, so it is only up to 6 right now....
But confusing, as always.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
- Proud Horseman of the Presence
@ Leet
Yes, very glad your okay! Is your car?
Last edited by Diana Abnoba; 08-12-2009 at 20:14.
Sultry Mafia Babe
Diana Abnoba- Goddess of the Hunt
Really? Show me my magic posts where I sat on all this info and voted for FH without adding to the case against him. I got back to the thread when I got to work at 8 am, more than 17 hours after your accusation of FH and promptly posted my rebuttal, and answered all questions that were directed at me.
The "sitting" in question was done by Jolt. He was apparently active and available enough to vote for FactionHeir, but not state publicly why.
FH (and several others) seemed to point to a connection between you. On questioning, Jolt denies it, and so do you. So either many people are getting a wrong impression of the situation, or there is something not being said.
It is entirely possible I am making connections that aren't there due to paranoia. If this is the case, I do apologize. But I would be derelict in my duty if I don't ask questions.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Last edited by Andres; 08-12-2009 at 20:47.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
Gah!
…kill the faith inside of you
watch the killing starts
after you accept the part
to redirect your mind
whisper the name
all is not so black and white
-- Skinny Puppy “Curcible”
Summary, Night Two
Gaius Scribonius Curio had exited the meeting quickly, going straight for his car and skipping dinner out in favor of a quick trip home through the drizzling rain and light sleet that Fatlington was “enjoying.” Just after parking the car, he noticed a shadowed figure clad in a glossy, black leather trench coat with collar pulled up to hide the person’s face.
GSC ducked immediately, so he didn’t quite glimpse the vial of golden liquid that arced out of the shadows to shatter on the car door behind which he’d just ducked. GSC did notice, however, the fact that the liquid burst into searing flames, immolating the door of the car and depriving Curio of one eyebrow and all of the hair on the backs of both hands.
Curio made it to the cover of a stoop across the street before his DeSoto exploded, and came out of the incident essentially unharmed. His last glimpse of his assailant was at a distance, standing in the shadows of a corner grocery silhouetted against the streetlights of Atlantic avenue two blocks off – the faintest gleam from the glossy leather marking him. The misting rain made it impossible to recognize the distant figure. The black-clad stranger then suavely tipped his hat to Curio and faded into the night.
Death is Yonder decided to play it safe, driving home on Atlantic to take advantage of other cars and passersby – and not zipping home on the much quicker, but also too quiet and empty, Baltic avenue.
As he waited at a red light, pondering the strange show he’d watched courtesy of the Reenkster, he never imagined that someone from the cross street would front end his car. Just as the car crunching his grill in front stopped, he felt a somewhat gentler bump from the rear.
The two masked drivers stepped out of their respective vehicles and moved quickly to either side of Death’s now trapped car. He tried to get a gun from the glovebox of his vehicle, but both masked attackers opened fire with their Johnson guns before he could do more than open it. Though the car was metal and solidly built, the gunners were close and they were not firing Thompsons. The relatively low speed .45 round of a tommy gun might not have penetrated – but Johnny guns used the famous thirty ought six. Death found himself well-named very quickly.
A yellow rose was placed gently on his corpse and the killers walked quietly away.
Across town, DJGingivtis was finishing a caffe corretto at the same bistro where pizza and the others had enjoyed the scallopini so much the preceding night. As he stood to leave, putting on his coat, a group of trech coat clad tommy guns entered the ristorante from the service doors and opened fire.
DJG was hit 3 or 4 times rapidly and knocked across his own table to the floor. As the gunmen moved forward make sure of their kill, several other persons fired through the front windows and door of the bistro. In the confused crossfire, none of the gunmen managed to hit one another or even get a good look at their targets.
When the hail of gunfire had cleared, all of the tommy gunners had escaped the way they entered and the shooters at the front of the restaurant had faded into the darkness or melted into the gathering crowd, their weapons re-concealed. Behind them they left a dead waiter, 3 dead patrons, and 6 more wounded. DJGingivtis was not one of the casualties. Though knocked unconscious by the impact of the rounds, the armor plates worked into the lining of his coat had saved his life, as had the timely intervention of the second group of shooters.
DJGingvitis was left to ponder only one thing – exactly who had armored his coat for him? He owed somebody, or several somebodies, a ‘thank you.’
Yaropolk was walking, warily, toward his apartment block, his hat pulled low against the faint sleet in the air. Every few minutes he would turn to look behind him, spotting nothing more threatening than a fellow carrying a loaded shopping bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He was making sure that he would not be taken by surprise.
When the trench-coated man in the balaclava stepped from behind the building at the corner, Yaro had his gun out of his pocket and into his hand before the hooded stranger could do more than begin to get his clear of his pocket.
“You’ve got 2 seconds to start running or I’ll drop you where you stand,” said Yaropolk.
“Now make like Jesse Owens…Ouch!”
The abrupt change in Yaro’s tone was the result of the umbrella-wielding shopper bumping into him from behind, muttering profuse apologies as he grabbed a few dropped apples and re-packed his bag. During the silliness, the masked stranger had done as suggested and vacated the scene.
Yaropolk made it home safely after that, had a good scotch and went to sleep – just not feeling right. He would never wake up. A good autopsy would have revealed the poisoned pellet pushed under the skin behind his right knee from the tip of the umbrella as the two men had collided, and would have noted the traces of anesthetic that deadened the wound site a bit. Fatlington’s coroner wasn’t up to the task. Yaropolk’s cause of death was listed as Influenza.
In room 1066 of the Hotel Abbatoir, pevergreen was well and truly distracted. His companion, encountered only recently at the hotel bar, had shown herself to be both surprisingly energetic and physically incapable of drowning. Both qualities appealed to pever, who had paused to enjoy a Marlboro – he hated Camels – when the door to the room burst open and the gunmen came in in a rush.
Though they didn’t seem to have any clear plan and though none of their efforts were really coordinated with each other, there were four of them to pever’s one. He fought hard of course, but the assailants were using their guns as clubs and pever had nothing but a lamp and an alarm clock to use as weapons. In moments, both he and his companion were beaten unconscious.
Two of his killers lifted pevergreen out of the window of the hotel room, completing their work with the application of 80 feet of vertical distance terminating in a rapid deceleration at the moment pever crashed into the boardwalk below. His companion had been tossed into the bathtub and shot repeatedly. Despite screams from the boardwalk below and complaints about the noise to the front desk, none of the attackers were noticed leaving the scene.
Morning Meeting
Fermanagh recounted the deaths of the preceding night with a grim look on his face. Except for Reenk, who seemed strangely unaffected, the committee members had been as grim a set of listeners as had Fermanagh.
“You must vote the right ones into the graves!”
Fermanagh paused, calming himself.
“We can’t let this keep happening to our fair city….we just can’t…”
As Fermanagh’s request faded, Reenk Roink quickly reviewed the procedures for the lynch and for electing the Director for the next two days. He reminded them that the guards collect them for the evening meeting if they hadn’t made it in on their own. That session would, everyone thought, prove a stormy one despite the clear day that boded for Fatlington itself.
OOC
Results and investigation results might be a while – meetings and such to cope with.
Voting must conclude by 2000 Eastern (2400 GMT) on Thursday the 13th. Votes lodged later than that will be noted, but will not count. Remember, you will also be Selecting the Director for Days 4 & 5.
The Cost of Life in Fatlington:
Attacked: Beefy187 (n1), DJGingivtis (n2), GSC (n2),
Killed: Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1), Death is Yonder (n2), pevergreen (n2), Yaropolk (n2),
Lynched: Factionheir (d2),
Wogged: None so far, so get active and keep it that way.
Last edited by Seamus Fermanagh; 08-12-2009 at 22:54.
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FoS : Beefy187 and shlin28
You guys were supposed to be protecting pevergreen together with me.
Beefy187 was quick to send in his orders, as was I; shlin28 hesitated first, claiming he was in another group and then "changed plans" to protect pevergreen.
woad&fangs, you were in a vigilante group, organised by The Stranger, who also organised my protection group. Was pevergreen the target?
The Stranger, I will no longer work with you until the autopsie proves your innocene.
Last edited by Andres; 08-12-2009 at 21:09.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
It was a bad idea to kill pever... very bad...![]()
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Ask ATPG, I was in a protection group organised by him first, but then I changed my orders to protect pever...
Last edited by shlin28; 08-12-2009 at 21:15. Reason: In a group organised by ATPG, not "with" ATPG.
Last edited by GeneralHankerchief; 08-12-2009 at 21:42. Reason: Missed one.
BLARGH!
Shlin28 is correct; I had him down as a person protecting someone, but apparently TheStranger needed him for protections. That much I can verify. I had an extra person on that group, so I could spare shlin, but I didn't see anything in the writeup about the protection, and no results from anyone yet as to whether or not it worked.
@Jolt-
MSN chatlogs are a nightmare to read, but you explained yourself in private to me.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
you no longer work with me?.. you are the one that is under suspicion since you were supposed to protect pevergreen... what the
did you guys do?
FOS at Andres, Beefy and Shlin28. Mostly at Andres and Shlin. I dont know what I'm allowed to say... but you were supposed to protect him and know you sent the orders so one of you mustve retracted them.
Watch your language guys - Sigurd
Last edited by Sigurd; 08-12-2009 at 21:41.
We do not sow.
Vote:Andres
Gut instinct. I don't know about the missed protection on pever, but I get the definite impression that Andres's participation in townie groups is for the sole purpose of appearing innocent.
Well, TS, you're the one who organised the protection and from what I've heard also the hit on pevergreen.
Like I said, I don't work with you anymore until you're proven innocent.
shlin28 was the only one who knew about both groups, right?
Vote : shlin28
FoS : Yaro, Jolt and ATPG
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
Well Andres, Yaropolk seems to be dead so no point in fossing him.
Ja Mata Tosainu Sama.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
I did not KNOW about TS's hit group - he just kinda suggested it to me.
PoTS - Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. says (16:26):
mind you... i would love to be part of the most controversial ptgroup in capo
SHLIN says (16:26):
my prot group?
PoTS - Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. says (16:26):
the same one
SHLIN says (16:26):
How is it controversial?
PoTS - Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. says (16:27):
youll see
SHLIN says (16:27):
Is the attack staged?
PoTS - Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. says (16:28):
it is.
Last edited by Andres; 08-12-2009 at 21:42.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
Yaro is dead.
-edit- wow, I should hit refresh once in a while.
Seamus, do we select a new Director today, or is that next phase?
Last edited by GeneralHankerchief; 08-12-2009 at 21:44.
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