Pizza works for Mi6.
Days since the Apocalypse began
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Chores and the like are creating a delay. I'll accept night orders etc. through 1930 Eastern. At that point it's a wrap and the summary will be published as soon as possible. Thanks.
"The only way that has ever been discovered to have a lot of people cooperate together voluntarily is through the free market. And that's why it's so essential to preserving individual freedom.” -- Milton Friedman
"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -- H. L. Mencken
umm i think his write ups are disturbing in he extreme yet still humorous. Didn't think that would really require a refutation......Care to explain?
So kage as he is vigilante target revealed that Prole is a CIA agent who is dealing with the mafia and the town groups...
It does seem a little far fetched... what can she be giving the mafia in exchange for names... or what would make a mafia openly talk with a pro town role... It would be a strange role or a strange way to play a normal role...
I assume Kagemusha is suspected mafia thats why the vig is going through ?
In remembrance of our great Admin Tosa Inu, A tireless worker with the patience of a saint. As long as I live I will not forget you. Thank you for everything!
I thought he was trying to start up a new family or something with sasaki?
ANNOUNCEMENT:
The process of gaining volunteers and organizing group actions must be amended and updated, for the sake of the sanity of the organizers, the involved players, and the overall town effort. Some suggestions:
1. Volunteers for group actions will be partnered together during the day phase, and the final decisions to be made on who is protected or targeted should be made by the end of that phase, to give everyone the full night phase to send in their order. In essence you would form your pt group way ahead of time, and the pt target would be simply factored in later. Only sign up for the groups if you believe you will have access to the computer during the night phase.
2. It's been suggested that people indicate which timezone they are in so that they may form groups with people from their own timezone when possible.
3. There needs to be backup players on standby in case orders don't get sent in, so they can substitute for missing people. Some of the lower-priority groups may be broken up just to act as reserves for more pressing targets.
4. Players dedicated to the medical or investigatory path should indicate such (privately).
5. Players with a confirmed kill or a criminal/guilty result should indicate such (privately).
6. Players with no kills but interested in vigilante killings should indicate such (privately).
7. Players interested in performing an action should approach someone doing the organizing on their own, so we can reduce inbox spam for everyone. If you'd prefer your little group remain secret, organize it yourself.
Thank you to the player who suggested some of these reforms, I believe they will be of great help to us all. At the start of this day phase, I'd like to begin the process of taking volunteers for action groups and organizing them appropriately. If you'd prefer to work with other town organizers, that is fine and dandy, but I'd still recommend you follow the above suggested procedures in order to facilitate a much smoother team effort.
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 08-20-2009 at 02:04.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
But now I'm on, I'm on my own again
Thinking you will never show
you won't be home again
And it's gonna be a long night
And it's gonna be cold without your arms
And I`m gonna get stage fright caught
in the headlights
It's gonna be a long night
And I know I'm gonna lose this fight
-- The Corrs “Long Night”
Summary of Events, Night Five
Psychonaut had just stepped out of the corner drugstore with his evening paper and a lollipop when he was confronted by a 6’6” rabbit in plaid waistcoat with fob wielding a double-barreled shotgun. Psycho’s momentary pause was understandable really – after all, however “guarded” the citizens of Fatlington were, the possibility of attack by giant rabbits wasn’t really high on the threat list.
The pause was long enough, unfortunately, for the rabbit to unload both barrels into Psycho’s mid-section, saying “I’m late,” as he did so. The hare’s more conventionally dressed partner repeated that phrase as he also unloaded two barrels rapidly at Psycho’s back from the door to the storeroom. Pscyho dropped to the ground, hammered from both directions at once.
The trench-coated second shooter clubbed the druggist insensible and moved toward the door. The rabbit, suspecting Psychonaut would be armored, quickly loaded another shell while muttering “for a very important date.” The shotgun blast tore through the unconscious Psycho’s head, splattering the rabbit suit with gore.
When Psycho’s body was found moments later, a piece of paper with the typed line: ‘T’was Brillig and the slithey toves’ was found lying gently on his chest.
Proletariat had been expecting trouble, so she made sure she traveled on Atlantic with lots of people around and ate in a diner with a dozen others…and her back to a brick wall. When the three Tommy gunners came barreling through the front door, firing as they came, she slipped to the floor and rolled quickly past the counter and into the kitchen.
Unfortunately for Prole, there was only the one back door – a bit obvious as retreat routes go. Shoving a bread rack through the door first, Prole chanced it and went out the back, trying to keep ahead of the shooters out front who would be slowed but not stopped by all the commotion.
To her happy surprise, no shots were fired and nobody barred her path. She made for her apartment as fast as she could go.
Lord Winter was headed home at about that same time – though he wasn’t using the same route as before and hadn’t, for that matter, used the same route twice since the other attack. It wasn’t precaution enough.
Winter turned the corner and moved two quick steps only to hear a faint hissing sound from all around. He stopped, now finding himself on a 2-foot wide twisting path….lined thickly on both sides with a golden-yellow powder on the strangely dry pavement.
Stepping into the light was the gleaming black leather figure who’d attacked him before, a gleaming kunai held loosely in one hand.
“What I’d like to know, Winter, is whether or not you now have a fear of fire?”
The shadowed figure threw the kunai before Winter could do anything, the blade whirling into a small level attached to the spigot of a fire hydrant. As the lever fell, the spray cap covering of the hydrant was opened up with the fantastic pressure driving the spray of water everywhere in seconds.
As the water hit the powder, it flashed into flames, searing Winter’s clothes and face and leaving him with a narrow tunnel-like gauntlet through which he had to weave to avoid the flames. He made it, panting with fear and dripping with sweat despite the otherwise cool temperature of the evening. His attacker was long gone.
As the fire died, it was learned that both Nole4694 and Truepraetorian had been immolated in the flash-fire. The just happened to be waiting for a jitney when the powder/water combination had roasted them like weinies – wrong place, wrong time.
Confident that he was on the side of the angels, johnhughthom walked very purposefully home after finishing up work late downtown. He was headed for a bungalow – normally rented only in Summer – that he’d picked because it was a little isolated but accessible and in a well-lit neighborhood.
He went through the ritual of checking the area around his home and scanning to see if anything had been moved or disturbed. Seeing nothing, he went to the door. The first sniper’s bullet crashed directly into the lock just as he was about to put the key in. He jumped back, straightening up in shock – a natural enough reaction – but this silhouetted jht’s head perfectly for the second sniper. One shot went ear to ear and johnhughtthom was dead before he hit the porch.
Fermanagh’s police found the bullets – the classic .30 ’06 – as well as a single playing card – the queen of hearts. On the back of the card had been written: ‘Did gyre and gambol in the wabe.’
Proletariat would have trouble getting in her front door as well. She lived in a 3rd floor flat not quite at the top of the stairs in a quiet block of apartments about 3 streets toward the bay from Atlantic Avenue. She’d just reached her front door when two men burst into the hallway – one from an apartment to her left and the other from the window to the fire escape at her right – both of them bringing up silenced forty-fives.
Prole dropped her keys and went for her gun, knowing it would be useless but reacting immediately anyway…when her apartment door flung open and a hand grabbed her arm and yanked her into the darkened apartment. When the shooters arrived at the door it was locked and a quick couple of rounds proved that the door was now armored. The would be killers quickly exited the building.
Prole had landed roughly, and behind the couch, so she never got a good look at the person who had grabbed her and hauled her in. She was stunned to find a steel plate now backing her apartment door and deflector plates blocking lines of fire through her windows as well. Despite two attacks, Proletariat actually felt rather safe – though a bit bruised up by her sudden entrance. All-in-all, she thought it the perfect time for a good glass of Burgundy.
Craterus hadn’t felt very good all evening, so when he got back to his apartment he locked up and went right to bed. He never woke up. As he slept, a chloroformed cloth was held tightly to his nose not just long enough to render him unconscious, but long enough to nearly kill him. His attacker wanted him nice and still. He barely moved as the cutting began.
The heavy blade of the kopis worked like an axe, slashing into each of Craterus’ arms and legs in turn. Not being made of folded steel, the bones themselves required several hacking blows to sever. Long before all five major appendages had been severed from Craterus’ torso he had exsanguinated, with most of his blood splashed liberally around his bed and bedroom.
While the police couldn’t identify the torso itself, the killer had thoughtfully deposited the limbs and head on the sidewalk in front of Fermanagh’s home, arranged so as to create a number “5” when viewed from the front door. Mildred screamed herself silly and Fermanagh’s day began on a very sour note.
Leet Erickson was driving towards an all-night diner. Despite the late hour and the tension of these last few days – or maybe because of it – he had a real hankering for blueberry pie. He parked right in front – not much traffic to get in the way – and quickly walked up to the counter, already ordering his pie and a cup of coffee to chase it.
The counterman brought the pie – a thick double slice of deep-dish blueberry pie nicely warmed – and set it in front of him. As he sat there, two men walked in the front door while two others walked up to the counter from the back of the diner.
“What is this? Don’t I see enough of you guys as it is?” asked Leet.
“You’ve seen enough of us indeed,” said one of the men behind the counter as he grabbed the boiling coffee from the counterman and threw it in Leet’s face.
Leet screamed and the two men on his side of the counter grabbed him and immobilized him. The fourth man walked closer, grabbing him by the head and forcing his head down into the pie while the man who’d flung the coffee rudely shoved the counterman into the back of the diner.
“So long mafia-boy,” said the fourth man, keeping the pressure on Leet’s head. “Fatlington will be better off without you.”
It took a few minutes and a bit of struggling, but Leet learned it was possible to drown in blueberry pie.
Iskander3.1 was prowling around late as well. Too much happened at night for his liking, so he’d taken to napping between committee meetings and keeping up and moving at night.
Even as late as it was, some people were out doing the Lord’s work. The Sally had accosted Iskander, asking if he could help, maybe take him down to the Army mission on, and insistently pressing a pocket bible into his hands. Frustrated and more than a little worried that this was a decoy, Iskander flipped the pages of the bible briefly, stuffed it in the inner pocket of his trench coat and went on his way.
A half dozen short blocks later, Iskander stopped suddenly when a masked man in a tan trench coat stepped out of the alley just ahead of him – the deadly gleam of the Buntline Special capturing Iskander’s entire attention. Iskander inched his hand toward his right coat pocket.
“Don’t,” said the masked gunman. “You’ll only die harder, criminal.”
Hearing his death-knell in that last phrase, Iskander went for his gun anyway – suddenly re-thinking his ‘body armor is for wimps’ attitude, knowing that there was no way he was going to win this particular race. He was right.
The Buntline barked just once, sending a nearly half-inch lead slug dead square into Iskander’s chest. Iskander dropped like a stone, a faint tendril of blood leaking from where he cracked his head on the pavement. The shooter walked calmly back into the dark shadows of the alley and off into the night.
Iskander wasn’t a particularly religious fellow – but when he awoke 20 minutes later he quickly began to think that an appearance next Sunday at least might be in order. The small Salvation Army bible he’d absentmindedly tucked into the coat’s breast pocket had been just enough to stop the soft lead slug from puncturing his heart. The bullet barely cut through and the blood from the wound, though convincing enough in the dark, was barely a trickle.
<> though Iskander3.1, shaking his head and walking – a bit painfully – back to his apartment to get ready for the day. < >
Morning Meeting, Opening of Day Six
"...so anyway, Director Reenk will be here in time for the afternoon session to administer the Lynch vote and to oversee the next Director's selection. I'm not sure if he plans to continue after last night..."
Fermanagh looked haggard, and his briefing had even less energy than usual. He continued.
"Well, here are the results of the post-mortem investigations on Myrddraal, CountArach, and GeneralHankerchief.”
Fermanagh made a deep slow exhale before starting into the specifics.
”Myrddraal and CountArach were both hidden detectives, working for the FPD. As a routine, we followed up on both of them and while I acknowledge some discrepancies with Arach, I feel that Cee-Ay was clearly too deeply into his cover or something. We’ll sort that out by next session. I guess that’s what got one of my cops lynched by you…people….”
Fermanagh glared at the committee.
“Omelettes and eggs, dear Seamus; replied Director Roink as he checked the manicure of his left hand, “omelettes and eggs.”
Fermanagh scowled, the continued..
“I was thrilled to learn, I’ll admit, that the other choice in that lynch was a winner for the town. GeneralHankerchief was a mafia Luca – one of their special protection enforcers. His death clearly helps us achieve our mission.”
The committee reviewed the rules and procedures, then filed out to their work before returning that afternoon to vote and to select.
OOC
Voting (Lynch only) will conclude at 2200 Eastern Thursday (0200 Friday GMT).
The Cost of Life in Fatlington:
Attacked: Beefy187 (n1), DJGingivtis (n2), GSC (n2), Beskar (n3), Double A (n3), Lord Winter (n3, n5), Andres (n4), Diana Abnoba (n4), Reenk Roink (n4), Iskander3.1 (n5), Proletariat (n5, n5)
Killed: Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1), Death is Yonder (n2), pevergreen (n2), Yaropolk (n2), Myrddraal (n3), Jolt (n4), Craterus (n5), johnhughthom (n5), Leet Erickson (n5), Psychonaut (n5)
Lynched: Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5).
Wogged: Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5)
"The only way that has ever been discovered to have a lot of people cooperate together voluntarily is through the free market. And that's why it's so essential to preserving individual freedom.” -- Milton Friedman
"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -- H. L. Mencken
Vote : Present
I'm going to have trouble getting online for the next few days, my apologies.
Nihil nobis metuendum est, praeter metum ipsum. - Caesar
We have not to fear anything, except fear itself.
Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna:
quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna
est iter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra
Iuppiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem. - Vergil
vote: Kagemusha
Unless something compelling comes up.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
I will hunt down and have all the killers of fiz dealt with...Who organized such an idiotic vig kill? TC? Atpg?
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Yeah, the CA lynch was a bust too. Sorry about taking you out as well, I hope you enjoyed the butterscotch.
edit: Oh good, got some names already. Do look out for my own vig group this coming night... Club 30 will come knocking for testing the Director's nepotistic tendencies...![]()
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Vote:abstain
what a sad night, the first WoG's of the game
All the time I hear women say chivalry is dead...it's true, chivalry is dead and women killed it - Dave Chapelle (Killing them Softly)
Wow, what an epic fail for the town. Two detectives dead.
Vote: Kagemusha
Kinds sorry to see this one's still alive...
My interpretation of the night's results:
1. Psychonaut and johnhughthom were both killed by the same mafia family - I'll call them the Jabberwocky mafia. These are their first kills; they must've spent the first few rounds recruiting (with some success, I might add, if they're able to carry out two kills in one night).
2. Lord Winter was attacked by the kunai guy. As has been noted, in every similar attack only one attacker is present and the victim survives. It does seem at this point that the objective may not be the victim's death; but then what could the real objective be?
3. Proletariat was attacked twice - once by a vigilante group which fell short because only three out of four members showed up, and once by the mafia. The mafia hit failed because Proletariat was guarded by a single protector.
4. Craterus was probably killed by a serial killer, as only one attacker is mentioned. Also, the manner of the death is significant - very gruesome with none of the usual mafia "calling cards." I will note that the killer spelled out the number 5, and in a possible coincidence, this was night 5. I'm worried we may have a killer whose kills begin after a set period of time.
5. Iskander3.1 was attacked by what appears to be a solitary vigilante, but survived due to luck. (A note about these "lucky" survivors - if Capo II is to be any guide, their luck only holds for the first attack against them. Subsequent attacks are likely to result in their death, although they still retain a small chance (1/36) of surviving due to luck.)
6. Leet Erickson was taken out by a vigilante squad. I left this one for last because I was a member of that squad. Yes, I helped kill Leet on suspicion of being a mafia Made gangster.
Reenk, your suggestion to wait for the autopsy results on discovery1 and atheotes was not realistic. This is Capo, and there are a lot of villains out there. When you have a mafia family on the ropes, you finish them; you don't wait for them to regroup and recover or cause more damage. I had confirmation of Leet's guilt from a source that appears to be pretty reliable, and this was enough for me to role the dice. I hope I'm not wrong, but I don't think I am.
Anyway, it looks like the lynching of GH was indeed a success. The loss of a detective in CountArach is regrettable, but the writeup indicates there was something unusual about him and that we'll know more on day 7.
If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward. -Jack Handey
Just a reminder for those of you keeping score, but there's some new names on the list. I would like to know where and how gibsonsg91921, Joe Monks, and Centurion1 got their guilty results. If you got them from a vigilante group, you need to send me their names so I can verify your story. Or you can do this publicly if you prefer. Ah, but in this game, a criminal result is pretty damaging as well. That means Luca, Made not killing that night, Wise having never killed, and some townies.Khazaar- criminal
El Diablo- criminal
AVSM- criminal
gibsonsg9121 = guilty
joe M = guilty
Cent1 = guilty
Pannonian= questionable
ricera10: questionable (twice, no further info.)
As for the questionable results, that usually pertains to communist ties and won't be of any use to the town without further examination.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Vote : Kagemusha
If he went out on a mafia sanctioned hit tonight, he's probably a Made by now.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
Vote: Kagemusha.
He practically admitted he was Mafia when accusing Proletariat.
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I would suggest a double lynch today. If Kage somehow manages to break the tie in his favor, there are vigilant townies to put a stop to that, and a roleblocker to make doubly sure he doesn't kill anyone. I suggest we begin looking at the suspects list for a second candidate for justice.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Vote: Kagemusha
Friendship, Fun & Honour!
"The Prussian army always attacks."
-Frederick the Great
FYI, johnhughthom claimed to be an FBI informant or something similar. Not a full detective, but he was giving the results from the detective to me and I think he had some kind of less powerful investigation himself; I'm not entirely sure. FBI, whoever you are, please be aware that I no longer have a way to get information to you. (Not that I currently have anything new worth sending.)
Vote: Kagemusha
GH was a nice surprise, I just expected a wiseguy or something. That explains the N1 failure on TS... no way GH would have sent in orders and left his Don vulnerable.
It's pretty silent in Fatlington today![]()
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
Vote: Kage
Should be obvious why
Well it seems the town really got hold of the mafia by going after me? Like i sayed im just an independent wiseguy going to be lynched while askthepizzaguy got just cought on getting a detective killed, after he had already murdered a townie. I wonder if you people would believe that he is a santa claus by some mysterious added character? He keeps doing harm to the town and you guys love him for it.
The reason i brought up Prole is the same i have been going after pizza. Both are not pro town, but pro themselves forces. They are ready to kill every last townie in order to find commies. So by following them blindly you only will get yourselves murdered or lynched untill the commies are no more. Watch carefully when my autopsy records will arrive if its not too late already then.
Ja Mata Tosainu Sama.
Seamus made it pretty clear there was something off about CA:
CA probably had a side-goal of eliminating the CIA or whatever the anti-communist group is. That being the case, it looks like we had generally pro-town roles that also had to kill each other off. One of them managed it before the other, big deal. That doesn't automatically make the other role scum.”Myrddraal and CountArach were both hidden detectives, working for the FPD. As a routine, we followed up on both of them and while I acknowledge some discrepancies with Arach, I feel that Cee-Ay was clearly too deeply into his cover or something. We’ll sort that out by next session. I guess that’s what got one of my cops lynched by you…people….”
You also knew that john was pro-town and you specifically spilled his name in the thread. You and Leet probably killed him yourselves, and even if you didn't, you're directly responsible for his death. If you had any intentions of siding with the town, you wouldn't have wanted a pro-town role dead. Thus, you are scum even if you are still a wiseguy.
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