Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

[Moros]

Making up excuses for ones own stupidity is human behavior.

Well I must say I find your reactions not to be typically townie either.

[Splitpersonality]

Because I'm actually talking?

Refuting being mafia, or rather diverting the point to something else, makes me mafia?

I'm not avoiding any questions, I'm simply not mafia, and it's something I don't think I need to state.


Besides if I was mafia I would've killed Sasaki sooner, inb4i'mframed.

[Tratorix]

Because I'm actually talking?

Refuting being mafia, or rather diverting the point to something else, makes me mafia?

I'm not avoiding any questions, I'm simply not mafia, and it's something I don't think I need to state.


Besides if I was mafia I would've killed Sasaki sooner, inb4i'mframed.

You know what mafia often do? Freak out when someone asks them a simple question.

[Splitpersonality]

I"m far from freaking out, I'm having fun with this game.

Anyone who's played with me before generally knows that if I'm in danger of being lynched I flip out and rage and whatever anyway. I don't feel endangered enough by a lynch for me to flip out, and if I"m killed in the night, so be it.

[Jolt]

I may be dead but I am not a mobster. The Director can guarantee as much.

[Moros]

I may be dead but I am not a mobster. The Director can guarantee as much.

Indeed, you were an unaffliated wiseguy apparantly:
https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...7&postcount=25

Edit: so someone could investigate spL1tp3r50naL1ty?
Edit2: spL1tp3r50naL1ty if you appear criminal or guilty, we can lynch you? Or are you a wiseguy?
Also can someone vouch for (some of) your night actions?

[Splitpersonality]

I should appear innocent, as has been proven before.

ATPG can vouch for all of my night actions.

[Askthepizzaguy]

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I can vouch for him, I can vouch for her. I could vouch for you. But call now before this offer expires or you do.

[a completely inoffensive name]

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I can vouch for him, I can vouch for her. I could vouch for you. But call now before this offer expires or you do.

Can you vouch to my girlfriend for me that I was working on homework and not watching Inglourious Basterds with my friends?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Can you vouch to my girlfriend for me that I was working on homework and not watching Inglourious Basterds with my friends?

Sure. Got any witnesses?

[Double A]

His friends.

[Askthepizzaguy]

His friends.

Ah, but they were off watching Inglourious Basterds, and he was not with them. You see, it proves he's innocent.

[Double A]

Quick get your girlfriend to read that.

[a completely inoffensive name]

Quick get your girlfriend to read that.

I keep my internet business and my personal business separate thank you very much.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Summary of Events, Night Eight


Twilightblade walked up to the transfixed tree near which he had attacked Beefy187. With a single hand, he gently removed the ashenderei from the tree -- for him it proved easy though nobody had been able to budge it since it had been thrown there before -- and walked towards the Hotel Abbatoir. He reached the entrance just as Sasaki Kojiro exited the hotel bar. 'Blade grabbed him gently by the arm -- Sasaki staring at the long polesword strapped to his back -- and steered him to an outdoor table. Though not normally used at this time of year, the table was ready with a lit candle, several bottles, two glasses, and a small bowl of cracked ice.

"Sasaki, let's have a drink together," said Twilightblade. "I want to thank you for being the only one to express any real appreciation for my efforts."

Sasaki was a little nervous. Despite his earlier comments, being confronted by 'blade in his gleaming black leather and readily-accessed sword was at least a little disconcerting. Nevertheless, the ritual of scotch and ice proceded peacefully enough, both of them chatting about pleasantries and the weather -- studiously avoiding committee discussion. At last, Twilightblade put down his drink.

"That was enjoyable, Sasaki. A quiet interlude in our troubled city."

'Blade stood and bowed to Sasaki.

"You said you've enjoyed my little 'entertainments' so far. I hope you'll enjoy tonight's."

'Blade stepped quickly to the side, drawing a tarp off several chairs and kicking a couple of carefully placed seltzer bottles to smash on the ground. Sasaki was now surrounded by a dripping wet circle.... and a half dozen bottles filled with gray powder. He covered his face while jumping to his feet.

Twilight blade stepped rapidly backward and quickly threw two kunai into the strategically placed bottles. As the released powder flared into gouts of flame, Sasaki was roasted on all sides but strangely untouched by the flames themselves. As the flames died back, leaving only a few chairs and a small, burlapped palm tree burning gently. Sasaki uncovered his face, looked briefly down at his soot-stained and slightly charred trench coat, and turned to face 'blade.

"A good show, yes? And at no cost to you save for a little dry cleaning..."

"'Blade, I'm going to...," said Sasaki, starting forward.

"Oops, forgot one," said 'blade, pointing at a bottle of golden powder, tied to the burlapped palm and now bending down quite close to Sasaki. Saski saw it and stopped.

"Oh well, no matter..."

Twilightblade drew the ashenderei over his shoulder in a single motion, arcing the blade laterally in a quick swing that shattered the bottle and dropped its powder onto the still wet pavement. Sasaki was already backing away, so he escaped this flame blast as well...mostly. He would be in need of a new fedora -- it had been spritzed and powder had got on it from the dangling bottle. The burning fedora quickly flew into the gutter as Sasaki tossed it away. Twilightblade was already gone.


Across town, sitting at the counter of a diner and waiting for Sasaki to join him for dinner, glyphz was gently stirring a second lump of sugar into his tea. When he saw the hatted man in the trench coat make his way through the door, he turned, expecting to see and greet Kojiro.

"Oh hi," said glyphz. "I was expecting Sasaki."

"What am I, chopped liver?"

glyphz chuckled.

"No, no. I just didn't expect to see you, that's all."

"From what I saw, he stopped off with 'blade for a drink at the Abbatoir."

"Oh well, I may as well go ahead and..."

He never finished the sentence as the fellow in the fedora pulled a silenced .28 Baretta from his pocket in one neat motion and rapidly shot glyphz twice in the left eye. The small rounds of the .28 didn't mass much, nor did they have a lot of penetrating power, but the skull at the back of the eye socket is almost paper-thin. glyphz was dead before his body remembered to fall off the stool.

The shooter gently swung the pistol towards the counterman, who stood staring stupidly at this scene while holding a glass coffee carafe -- filled with hot water to 'heat up' glyphz' tea. A second double tap, this time to the right eye, and the only witness with a clear view of things was also dead. The shooter let the gun fall slowly to his side, then let it drop to the floor. He withdrew a violin bow from his coat, leaving the bow on glyphz' body. He then took a mint from the bowl on the counter, depositing his nickel in the saucer beside it -- the cafe had an honor system for the mints -- and quietly walked off.


Cultured Drizzt Fanwas finally feeling better. After a week spent in hospital, suspected of having the Spanish Flu, he'd been released and had immediately taken up his duties with the committee. He strode purposefully down Atlantic, calm and assured of himself.

When the packard swerved up on the sidewalk and raced towards him, however, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Fortunately, he didn't have to do much of anything. A De Soto drove quickly out of the alley between two stores, blocking the Packard and -- with a crunch of tortured metal -- brought it to a stop. A second figure ran from behind CDF, slamming shotgun shells into the windshield of the Packard as fast as the jogging man could pump shells into the chamber.

CDF never wasn't looking behind him, but whoever was driving the Chevy clearly had Cultured Drizzt Fan in his sights. CDF took the grille right in the back of his legs and was tumbling through the air. He hit the trunklid of the Chevy at the same time as the chevy plowed into the shotgunner. The chap with the shotgun HAD heard the car coming, so he was up and moving, only getting clipped by the Chevy's fender. He landed on the hood of the De Soto, which quickly reversed up the alley.

The driver of the ruined Packard got out of the wrecked car and walked quickly to CDF. Not taking any chances, he rolled CDF over, placed his shoe firmly on CDF's neck, and crushed his larynx. He then reached inot his pocket and put a Double Eagle on CDF's tongue. Neither killer was seen clearly and the Chevy got them clear of the area before they dumped it in the bay.


Beskar was heading for his house at the end of a long evening when he saw the figure huddled in the shadows near his front stoop. Rather than continuing he stepped back, turned, and into the corner taproom at the end of the block.

One step into the tappy, he caught a pool cue across the bridge of the nose. He went down like he'd been poleaxed.

He was found dead the next morning, laying in front of the stoop to the entrance of his house. He'd been killed 'execution' style, and a Double Eagle had been placed on his tongue.


Centurion1 wasn't simply expecting trouble, he was almost avid to meet it should it happen. Not that he had any intentions of harming anyone, but if they came at him, he made sure that the .38 snubbie in his pocket would be ready to answer back.

When the fellow stepped from the front of a darkened store in front of him, shotgun at the level, he didn't hesitate but went for his gun.

"DIE MAFIA SCUM!" Shouted the Tommy gunner as he cut loose with a burst. Centurion1 took two slugs in the belly and went down hard, his one shot going wild into the night. Unused to the weapon's recoil, the tommy gunner also went down...and then it was quiet.

A few minutes later, sirens woke Centurion1. His armor had stopped both slugs, though he'd ache for days anytime he moved -- or breathed. Still, he was breathing. That was more than could be said for his would be killer. Knocked back a step by the recoil of his weapon on full auto, the Tommy gunner had tripped on the curb behind him and fallen at an odd angle, breaking his neck at exactly the same point a hangman would have. He'd been dead most of the time Centurion1 had laid on the street unconscious. When the police arrived and removed his mask, both they and Centurion1 were surprised to see the surprised face of shlin28.


Aggonyduck had been drinking a final cup of tea before bed when he felt incredibly sleepy. He sat down, woozy, and then....

...woke up with a gag in his mouth. He screamed into the gag and tried to free himself. It was to no avail. He'd been shackled to a four poster bed, near the shore from the sound of the surf, with tourniquets high up on his arms and legs. Ducky stared in horror as a man came into sight, holding a syringe.

"Here we go," said the man. "I think I have the mixture just right this time. Paralytic, strong stimulant, you being about 165 pounds...."

He injected ducky, quickly tightened the four tourniquets, and then brought out the bent, but still sharp, kopis blade.

"Since we're at a closed boarding house at the South end, THIS time I do not believe we will be interrupted."

The kopis came down on his left wrist, half severing Ducky's hand. He screamed into the gag. The paralytic left him almost immobile, but the pain was indescribable.

"Wonderful! Let's enjoy the rest of this properly..."

The cutting continued, Aggonyduck having far too long a chance to live up to his name. He lasted until partway through the 3rd limb's severation. In the morning, the limbs and head were found in front of the convention center, carefully arranged to form the number five.



Morning Session, Day Nine


"So that's what happened, as far as we know."

Fermanagh rifled through his notes.

"The post-mortem results on A Very Super Market, Iskander3.1, Kagemusha, Khazaar, Kommodus, and scottishranger (n6) were overall pretty encouraging."

"AVSM, Kagemusha, and Khazaar were all wiseguys. We have no specific evidence of their linkage to the mafia, but there are rumors regarding all three. Even better, Iskander was a Made Gangster and scottishrange a mafia Luca. All in all this was great luck for Fatlington, and good work by our committee."

"We did lose a good citizen in Kommodus, who was a townie and actively involved in the fight against the Mafia."

"I wish you all continued success."

Askthepizzaguy then reviewed the vote and selection procedures before calling the morning session to a close.


OOC

Voting (Lynch and Director) will conclude at 2100 Eastern Wednesday (0100 Thursday GMT).

Results/Investigations likely delayed until tomorrow during the AM.


The Cost of Life in Fatlington:

Attacked: Beefy187 (n1, n6), 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, n7, n7), TinCow (n6), Shinseikhaan (n7), Centurion1 (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n8),

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), Iskander3.1 (n6), Khazaar (n6), Kommodus (n6), scottishranger (n6), Aggonyduck (n8), Beskar (n8), Cultured Drizzt Fan (n8), glyphz (n8), shlin28 (n8)

Lynched: Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5), A Very Super Market (d6), Kagemusha (d6), Rhyfelwher (d7)

Wogged: Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5), Dutch_guy (n6), Warmaster Horus (n7)

[a completely inoffensive name]

oh dang, what a ******** massacre.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

So I tried to restart the mafia family with a communist detective and a mafia luca


Funny thing is, when my plans for last night fell through I considered doing a solo attack on t'blade. The attempt I was going to send even involved a bottle of scotch, the similarity is eery...

Hmm, so did the people in the group with shlin bail? It sounds like he was part of a failed vig group. So is beefy the guilty one from beefy-shlin-andres?

[atheotes]

what makes Andres "not guilty"? and what are the chances that scottishranger got you into his family?

[Myrddraal]

It looks like it. Either that or a Don just got himself foolishly killed. Still, I'd like to know if anyone was supposed to be with him. I'd also like to hear what the apparent failed protection attempt is about.

[Beskar]

What sucks is that I got purposefully killed off for my great insider knowledge.

Also, I want my protection team burnt to a stake for failing.

[Myrddraal]

Andres has been reported as innocent which makes him a townie or a don. He has also participated willingly in protection groups. I'm not sure if there are any confirmed successes but if there are this proves his innocence.

If a (living) detective would like to confirm it Andres' innocence can be confirmed by investigating him again. Since he has participated in vigilante kills if he still appears innocent then he is a don.

[atheotes]

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I did not get mine even though i worked with you

was it because you did not want to associate yourself with a lynch candidate

[Splitpersonality]

Pizza will be here shortly to speak of what went on last night from his end, he is currently dealing with some circumstances, so please have paitence.

[Tratorix]

Pizza will be here shortly to speak of what went on last night from his end, he is currently dealing with some circumstances, so please have paitence.

What, are you his secretary now?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Yeah, those of you who know, know I just dealt with something REALLY fun. In the not-so-fun sense.

Not happy at the moment IRL.

As for this game, Diana, Beskar, and DisgruntledGoat were supposed to be protecting CDF. With Beskar dead, the protection didn't go through. Whatever...



Select: Askthepizzaguy


Waiting on results and stuff...

[atheotes]

What, are you his secretary now?

maybe he got that job after what he mentioned in the last page about ""....

[a completely inoffensive name]

What sucks is that I got purposefully killed off for my great insider knowledge.

What sucks was that you managed to not reveal any your knowledge before you died just threats towards anyone who challenged Pizzaguy. Great job. Next time if you have all this knowledge just spill it to the group so we can get on with the lynching.

[Splitpersonality]

I knew he was tied up in something, I figured I would speak and make sure that everybody understood he wasn't just ignoring your questions.

It also saves people from revealing anything too early, or that he doesn't want revealed. Whatever the case may be.

[LittleGrizzly]

maybe he got that job after what he mentioned in the last page about "

Intrested to find out what all this commotion is about... will we have to wait long ?

[LittleGrizzly]

Oops!

Meant to Select: Slahsandburn... guess were not allowed to edit selections in either ?