Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

[ULC]

I am confused, who is the bandwagon targeting now?

Who cares! Vote away!

Unvote: CR
Vote: Lord Winter

[Double A]

unvote: whoever I voted, vote: CR

I really think that he's mafia, and there's so many people against him. And even if Reenk was a commie, which I doubt, like he said he's in no position to do anything. And why would that badass most likely commie chick attack him if he was a commie? Are there 2 Russian factions or does that just mean Reenk's not a commie?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Ok, a friend of mine wants me to post this in-thread.

"I renounce America and wish to join the soviet union. I am now a communist. God/Stalin bless the Soviet Union! My allegiance to America is paper-thin."

Happy now? You're a sick, twisted man. But I hope they get a kick out of it too.

[a completely inoffensive name]

I thought the Soviet Union along with Communism in general disapproves of religion? If so, he is faking.

[Splitpersonality]

There you have it folks, ATPG is the communist leader of the CIA, FBI, and the puppet master of this very town.


Also he's like, two dons and a luca all rolled up into one man.

I suggest he is lynched posthaste!

[Askthepizzaguy]

Naw, I'm actually Chuck Norris, except sent back through time to protect John Connor from the dreaded commie-nazi terminators, using only my umbrella as a weapon, and if necessary, a judo chop.

[Splitpersonality]

Chuck Norris, that fool is no match for me.

In fact, I rather pity such a fool.

Mr T. will save the town, don't worry!

[Askthepizzaguy]

As long as we remember to stay in school, don't do drugs, get work, and drink milk.

[pevergreen]

GET SOME NUTS

[Jolt]

I thought the Soviet Union along with Communism in general disapproves of religion? If so, he is faking.

Not really. While the American motto was "God bless America", the Soviet one was "God bless Atheism"

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Lyrics generator, come up with your own tune.


Sunset, Day Ten

The evening meeting had seemed to drag on forever. Lord Winter picked up a few voices calling for his death but then someone claimed they'd heard from Fermanagh that Rabbit's story didn't mesh up. When they finally got through to Fermanagh -- down at O'Shaughnessy's for "medicinal" purposes -- he completely denied the earlier tip he'd provided.

Then discussion had flared back to Winter, even though a few voices were calling for the death of former Director Roink. Roink's response -- checking on his cuticles and deciding on a manicure before swinging by the club -- may have seemed arrogant, but didn't convince others of his guilt. How could anyone remain so calm?

Finally, the tally had been made with Director slashandburn departing, as had now become traditional, just before the final tally. When all was done, 13 votes had been lodged against Lord Winter, more than double the votes placed against Crazed Rabbit.

Winter was handed a business card, also now traditional, and escorted to a taxi waiting to carry him to club 30. The driver was separated from the back by a steel cage molded to the back of the front seat. It did not look good. Winter was nervous, and the nerves only worsened when it became obvious that the taxi was headed for the piers rather than bayside near the club.

Lord Winter was terrified when the taxi finally stopped on the pier. He immediately tried to get out but his door wouldnt open. He tried to roll down the window to no avail. Some kind of heavy bolting system had locked the doors soundly and the windows were thickly reinforced glass. There would be no escape.

There was a heavy clank on the roof of the cab. Winter gasped, but then it got quiet. The driver exited the cab, only to be replaced by Director slashandburn. The Director placed a wind-up victrola in the front passener seat and then worked a small metal box attached to a metal covered cable through the cage toward Lord Winter. The box had one largish red button on it, with the legend 'make it stop!' neatly lettered onto the button.

Director slashandburn started the victrola and then exited the cab, locking it as he went. Almost immediately the cab, now suspended cran attached to the hook-up point on the roof, was swung up and out over the harbor.

Seconds later, the record moved off the silent prequel and a single violinist began to play "Flight of the Bumblebee." Unfortunately for Lord Winter, the soloist was Jack Benny. It started off painfully, growing in volume and power -- a festival of aural anguish. At the third repetition, Winter began to sob, the pain almost unbearable. There was nothing sharp with which to puncture his eardrums, no way to escape the horror.

After the 10th repetition, a quartet of cub scouts playing the bagpipes joined in playing a counterpoint as the volume of Mr. Benny' s violin lead was enhanced.

Winter hesitated no longer, and pushed the button, dumping the car into the frigid harbor. He knew his death was imminent, but he did not scream or cry...at least the victrola shorted out first and for one brief crystal moment he was treated to the indescribable joy of simple silence. When he was fished out an hour later, there was still a sigh of relief etched onto his features.

OOC

Night Orders for N10 please. Due no later than 2300 on Wednesday 9/9/9.

Side note, I wonder who in the .org will post at 0909 9/9/9 GMT and win the balloon?


Vote Tally:

1st, Lord Winter = 13 (Andres, askthepizzaguy, Beefy187, Chaotix, Joooray, LittleGrizzly, Sigurd, spL1tp3rsonality, SSNeoperestroika, Tratorix, White_eyes:D, woad&fangs, YLC)

2nd, Crazed Rabbit = 5 (DoubleA, Kukrikhan, Moros, Reenk Roink, TinCow)

3rd, Reenk Roink = 3 (Centurion1, Crazed Rabbit, Lord Winter)

4th/5th, Beefy187 = 1 (Sasaki Kojiro)

4th/5th, Moros = 1 (a completely inoffensive name)

[Lord Winter]

[pevergreen]

Under two hours to go, yes?

[LittleGrizzly]

Now I catch up everyone goes quiet...

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Now I catch up everyone goes quiet...

I know the feeling

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Something unexpected
Something so new
Something so crazy
Crazy like you
I mean, I knew you had a reputation
(Of flirtation)
And I knew you had a messed up mind
But, you went and did it this time

-- “Ton of Bricks” by Deborah Gibson


Summary of Events, Night Ten


Sasaki Kojiro felt a little “distant” of late. For all the cliques and shifting thoughts during the committee session, he’d been a lone voice crying in the wilderness. He found himself walking towards Bayside, a bit distracted, when he began to slow and, within a few steps come to a complete stop.

Suspended from the row homes between which Sasaki had stopped were a half dozen fire hoses, set at varying levels. Behind him, Sasaki then heard the gurgle of water as two tanker trucks suddenly started to dump liquid onto the intersection behind him. A dark figure in a glossy black trench coate materialized on the third floor roof down the block ahead.

“And as he walks down the road, FIRE RAINS FROM THE SKY!”

The dark figure began hurling bottles into the air as the fire hoses began to play in “mist” mode, instantly generating a drizzle throughout the block Sasaki faced. As the bottles began to fall, they were intercepted by the even faster flashes of the silvery kunai as they dropped. Each bottle shattered into the misting water and water became flame.

Sasaki ducked low and ran forward…there was no other way to go. As he hurled himself forward, his hat flipped up off his head and was caught in the maelstrom. The searing heat roasted the back of his armored duster, but after a few brief moments, Sasaki had made good his escape. Once more singed, but essentially unhurt.

Others could not say the same. Skooma Addict and Greyblades had run towards Sasaki just before things began, wondering what was going on and if they could help. There was no ‘safe route’ for them. Both of them were burned badly in the conflagration as misting water turned to roiling fire. Neither lasted long enough for the ambulance teams to arrive.


Crazed Rabbit was sitting quietly at a small table at the “Angler’s Dangle,” a somewhat rickety bar perched near the end of the North Point fishing pier. He had a sketch pad out and was making shaded drawings of the night fishermen out at the end of the pier, silhouetted against the moonlit Atlantic. He also had what was left of a quintuple Dewars mellowing over a couple of rocks in the bottom of a tall glass. Rabbit picked up the last finger of scotch and shot it back – he’d ceased drinking for taste about half a glass back.

Three figures stepped out of the dark and up to the bar area on the pier. The bar wasn’t really walled, just roofed with a little half-wall, but the three Tommy guns these attackers brought up and level probably would’ve chewed through anything Eddy Angler might have used to create his bar.

Rabbit took several rounds to the body as he tried to drop below cover, stung despite the armor he wore beneath his coat. Round after round chased him back to the edge of the pier. With no choice, Rabbit slid under the metal railing at the side of the pier and dropped down to the netting below the Angler’s Dangle. The thick beams of the pier would protect him from the shooters above, so he worked his way away from the edge, dangling from the netting.

He would have been an easy mark for any shooter positioned on the beach or at the bulkhead where the pier joined the shoreline – but nobody was there to take the shot. With sirens blaring, Rabbit heard the shooters retreat to safety. After a few moments, he made his way painfully back onto the pier. For the first time ever, Eddy bought CR a drink on the house.


Sasaki Kojiro, bedraggled and scorched, made his way through Bayside in something of a daze. He didn’t even know quite what street he was on, only that he was heading back toward Atlantic Avenue. Without knowing quite how he’d gotten there, he found himself in front of Club30.

“Come in, come in, don’t be bashful,” said the masked figure in the impeccable cream white suit and car coat.

Sasaki froze, but the genteel white figure managed to half-shove, half-guide him through the side door of the club anyway – the side door leading to an extra men’s room in a side hall just off the main floor. Kojiro felt himself being prodded forward, a sense of unreality pervading him. Just before he reached the door, he had the simplest of mishaps. A scorched shoelace had parted, and the other lace and the half burned knot on his right shoe slipped under his foot, tripping him to the floor.

Reenk Roink tripped over the fallen Kojiro, spun backwards and pushed backwards through the men’s room door while trying to stop his motion. Without an accomplice, he’d had to rush things a bit too much.

“Oh, bother,” said Reenk as he finally stopped himself, “this will put a real crimp in my…” A thick metal stake, spring-loaded to greet the first through the door, transfixed Reenk Roink at about solar plexus level with a sickeningly ‘meaty’ thump. “….my barney mugging.”

Sasaki got slowly to his feet, stunned and horrified at the spectacle before him. Despite the blood pouring from the barbed stake rammed through his body, despite dangling – half paralyzed -- from the stake he’d planted as a trap for another, Reenk was calmly adjusting his tie. Reenk looked at Kojiro with his usual knowing grin.

“I can kill you whenever I want….but not tonight.”

Reenk Roink bled out before Sasaki could make his way back onto the street. Not 10 seconds after leaving the club’s side door, Sasaki heard the gentle rumble of a perfectly tuned Triumph motorcycle. Twilightblade came to a stop at curbside, next to a bewildered and incredulous Sasaki.

“Enjoy my little show?” Said Twilightblade, smiling. “How about a lift to the Abbatoir bar for a drink?”

Sasaki’s face flickered between rage and disgust, but finally settled on acceptance. Not sure why – aside from a desire for something 30 years old and named Glen Morangie – he was doing it, Sasaki got on the cycle, careful to avoid ‘Blades ashenderei.

“Here’s a new hat for you,” said ‘Blade, gently placing a beanie with rotor on Sasaki’s lightly singed hair. “Let’s be off.”

The trip to the Hotel Abbatoir was uneventful.


Moros knew the three figures spelled trouble the moment he saw them. He was out of his chair at the café, moving forward and already drawing his gun when their Tommy guns came up. Both sides started shooting and scoring hits.

Moros was wounded lightly in both arms and had taken several rounds to the body armor he always wore now. He’d been driven to the kitchen door of the café by the trio’s fire. All three of his attackers had taken hits, two of them having their guns shot from their hands and the third taking a slug in his own body armor.

There was a strange pause, almost as if the attackers expected something to happen to Moros from another direction. From behind him, however, nothing came at Moros except the gentle heat of a café kitchen. Instead, the unexpected happened from behind Moros’ attackers.

A single figure stepped up behind the only attacker who still had his Tommy gun, slamming him at the base of the skull with a powerful karate chop, leaving him stunned on the floor. This figure leveled a gun at Moros, shooting once and planting a feathered dart at the base of his neck. Moros fumbled as he finished reloading his gun, dropping it to the floor. The two remaining attackers came after the newcomer.

“I’m sick of these interruptions,” the masked newcomer shouted. He grabbed each of his would be attackers as they came at him, cracked their heads together, and then threw each of them one-handed to opposite sides of the room. Moros passed out.

He awakened spread-eagled on a bed, his four limbs chained to the corner posts and his body strapped to the mattress with thick leather straps. He felt awake, but strangely numb – almost as if paralyzed.

“Shall we begin then?” asked the ‘newcomer’ as he removed his mask.

Moros tried to shout at his captor, but his half numbed tongue could only moan…or scream.

His smiling captor tightened the tourniquets placed high on each of Moros’ limbs, taking special care to cinch them very well. He raised the Kopis sword, and began to work. Moros lasted longer than any of the others.

In the morning they found his arms, legs and head carefully arranged to form the number five. His remains had been placed on the main entryway of the Public Library. The torso was never recovered.


Morning Session, Day Eleven

“Anyway, as near as we can piece things together, that’s what happened.”

Fermanagh turned to the next pages of his notes.

“In regards to the results on Aggonyduck,, Beskar, Cultured Drizzt Fan, glyphz , shlin28, and Ironside.”

“CDT was one of our protection specialists – a doctor – and his death represents a loss for all of us. Ducky, shlin, and glyphz were all townies. We have no indications at all, other then the failed attack by shlin, that any of these folks were involved with efforts to harm the town. The same can also be said of Beskar, though he was known to be a wiseguy with a criminal record before coming to Fatlington a year ago.”

“Despite these losses, Ironside’s lynching was indeed a success. He has been identified as a mafia luca. Keep up the pressure folks, we’re doing well.”

Director slashandburn reviewed the voting and selection procedures before concluding the morning session.


OOC

Voting for lynch and selection of Director for days 12 and 13. From here on out, I will have to wog more readily. If you aren’t contacting me or posting here, expect to be immolated.

Voting and Selection Deadline is 2300 Eastern 9/10/9 (0300 GMT 9/11/9).

Results out by Noon Eastern on the 10th.



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, n9), Diana Abnoba (n4), Reenk Roink (n4), Iskander3.1 (n5), Proletariat (n5, n5, n7, n7), TinCow (n6), Shinseikhaan (n7), Centurion1 (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n8, n9, n10, n10), Moros (n9, n10), Pannonian (n9), Sigurd (n9), Crazed Rabbit (n10)

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), Diana Abnoba (n9), DisgruntledGoat (n9), Moros (n10), Reenk Roink (n10)

Lynched: Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5), A Very Super Market (d6), Kagemusha (d6), Rhyfelwyr (d7), Ironside (d8), DJGingivtis (d9), Lord Winter (d10)

Wogged: Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5), Dutch_guy (n6), Warmaster Horus (n7), Greyblades (n10), Skooma Addict (n10)

[GeneralHankerchief]

[ULC]

Why are both Reenk original attacker and Twilightblade both using motorcycles? A clue thrown in by our beloved host?

[Askthepizzaguy]

I don't think so. I think that theory is easily disproved by the fact that TB has been doing the kunai thing every night, so he couldn't have also been Reenk's attacker in the early game.

[ULC]

I didn't say they were one and the same, but rather connected.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I feel compelled to point out poor Rhyfelwyr's name has been spelled incorrectly.

So, have half the players taken a hiatus from the game? Hardly anyone is reading PMs, we've got a ton of lurkers, and both vig groups failed. That and apparently the mafia is on vacation, or trying to protect themselves, something.

We've been playing based on investigation for a while. Does anyone have suspects of their own to share?

[Beefy187]

I havn't got my results back yet. So I can't comment on anything.

I'm still around though

[Sigurd]

I havn't got my results back yet. So I can't comment on anything.

I'm still around though

So you can investigate? Now that shlin and Andres have been cleared - why shouldn't we vote you?

[Andres]

Sigurd is right.

Vote : Beefy187

There also went something wrong in coordination of attacks. The description of Moros' kill seems odd. Anybody knows more about it?

[Beefy187]

So you can investigate? Now that shlin and Andres have been cleared - why shouldn't we vote you?

No I can't.
I'm talking about the protection group I was in tonight. I was wondering if it succeeded or not.

I hope pizzaguy organized a investigation on me last night, which should clear me.

[Reenk Roink]

Anyone trying to lynch Beefy (or anyone) over CR is going to get a stare... (Sigurd... Andres... )

In fact, the list of lynches/vig kills should be CR, Sasaki, Centurion1 for now, unless something dramatic comes up (and I'm not talking about the standard investigations).

Also, even if Beefy is Mafia, we should hold off from lynching him till the end because it's Beefy.

Lastly, the failed vig hit on CR was probably due to Caius not sending in his order. However, Caius has been sick (confirmed for sometime by me) and so has a great excuse. Don't let the blame go on him.

[Beefy187]

Anyone trying to lynch Beefy (or anyone) over CR is going to get a stare... (Sigurd... Andres... )

In fact, the list of lynches/vig kills should be CR, Sasaki, Centurion1 for now, unless something dramatic comes up (and I'm not talking about the standard investigations).

Also, even if Beefy is Mafia, we should hold off from lynching him till the end because it's Beefy.

Lastly, the failed vig hit on CR was probably due to Caius not sending in his order. However, Caius has been sick (confirmed for sometime by me) and so has a great excuse. Don't let the blame go on him.

Did I ever tell you how much I love you Reenk?

[Andres]

Anyone trying to lynch Beefy (or anyone) over CR is going to get a stare... (Sigurd... Andres... )

In fact, the list of lynches/vig kills should be CR, Sasaki, Centurion1 for now, unless something dramatic comes up (and I'm not talking about the standard investigations).

Also, even if Beefy is Mafia, we should hold off from lynching him till the end because it's Beefy.

Lastly, the failed vig hit on CR was probably due to Caius not sending in his order. However, Caius has been sick (confirmed for sometime by me) and so has a great excuse. Don't let the blame go on him.

The last time you didn't want to lynch Beefy187, he was the Godfather, so, after that statement from you, I'm definitely all for lynching him

[Beefy187]

The last time you didn't want to lynch Beefy187, he was the Godfather, so, after that statement from you, I'm definitely all for lynching him

Aww but that time, I was scummy and others had every right to vote for me.

This time, other then continuous bandwagon, lurking, couple failed action and being suspected of Don, I am not acting scummy. And therefore I protest even being voted for!

[ULC]

Vote: Beefy

Because an impotent stare from Reenk Roink is the best thing in a mafia game.