Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

[Sigurd]

Ugh. Sigurd. My advice. Delete that post. Seriously.

Do you fear that YLC will attack me? or was it generally offensive? It was made in jest and does not reflect mine or any of the referred character's OOC views.

[Edit] Fixed the original post - slightly

[KukriKhan]

Ugh. Sigurd. My advice. Delete that post. Seriously.

What an odd thing to say/write.

[Reenk Roink]

That was partly my intention. I wanted to try out the new weapon I had (YLC) and after learning how to harness this awesome weapon of doom, I decided to set Reenk up to die (As obviously, he was in cahoots with Lord Winter, which I greatly suspected of being Mafia after both insisted in bringing my grand TheFlax conspiracy back time and again when I had already killed it). Easily enough, Reenk was very easy to goad into a position where he would sign his own death warrant, as he's been playing the arrogant bastard role all game long.
So, as Reenk was enjoying bashing Pizza every now and then I decided to use the next opportunity I could find to play my cards right.

And thus it came to this:

Carefully inserted at the end, to make sure he didn't miss it in the wall of text, I ended it by stating my own opinion that he wasn't innocent, thus passing the ball to his side of the court, where I was sure he was going to lambast all my points and would step on the mine I placed for him to step. I would have never have made that post except with the sole reason that I did it. As such, all the post except the bolded part is just "bla,bla,bla,bla,bla". Stuffing a post with coherent provokative words simply to lead to the final part.

Of course, RR didn't waste any time in extending his neck to the sword



So I applauded Reenk's reply profusely. And in my later replies I made sure I didn't touch the "innocence" subject to make sure I didn't make it obvious that innocence was related to the death of RR.

Alas, he barely survived, while I died that night. Still, harnessing YLC to kill Reenk was pretty easy, and I was already planning on making the same prank on LW.

Well, all of this was unnecessary Jolt, as I publically declared my innocence when I ran for director, after I got elected the first time. The Director spot, which at that point was being held indefinitely, prevents any kind of serial killings, whether it be "lynch this guy" or "I am innocent based"

Also the part about working with LW is wrong, because I had no contact with him until after my directorship.

[Jolt]

Well, all of this was unnecessary Jolt, as I publically declared my innocence when I ran for director, after I got elected the first time. The Director spot, which at that point was being held indefinitely, prevents any kind of serial killings, whether it be "lynch this guy" or "I am innocent based"

Also the part about working with LW is wrong, because I had no contact with him until after my directorship.

I meant to say "I thought you were in cahoots with LW"

[Jolt]

Do you fear that YLC will attack me? or was it generally offensive? It was made in jest and does not reflect mine or any of the referred character's OOC views.

[Edit] Fixed the original post - slightly

Indeed, YLC attacking you. :x

[Reenk Roink]

Indeed, YLC attacking you. :x

Would it matter if he was director? (contrary to speculation, I had no other protection from others or virtue by my own role)

[Jolt]

Since I'm dead and that information hasn't been divulged publicly by any living member, I can't really confirm or deny that being Director is a guarantee of survival.

[pevergreen]

While director, that person is immune to night kills, as per the rules, no?

[TinCow]

I have been told that YLC can defeat any protection except that of the Director. Sigurd should be fine, though I don't really see anything in his post that would make him a target. It's not like he was saying any of those things about himself.

[johnhughthom]

I didn't read sigurd's post before it was edited, but I was told of a serial killer who attacked anybody making religious statements.

[scotchedpommes]

...At this point, I have no doubt that I will not survive...

How sad. It could have all been so different, Chaotix. Who's to say had you not approached malleable types long before now, heads couldn't have been turned? [Colleagues might disagree, aye.] Perhaps even you could have won over the potentially sympathetic with promises of proletarian triumph, or tales of the heroic defence of Madrid. As it is, you set out to ruin our effort to save Fatlington, and you've failed miserably. For myself? Even long before now, I doubt my loyalty could have been in question - one certainly wouldn't waver once the FPD showed its willingness to release to me a steady supply of pastries and [redistributed] medicinal alcohol. You offer nothing, and that being the case, all you'll be subverting is the fishes.

Vote: Chaotix

I will not be denied ma pastries or ma drink.

[ULC]

*stops crying and begins to laugh*

"THREE OF FOUR, THREE OF FOUR, THREE OF FOUR! When it rains, it pours! Three of four!"

[gibsonsg91921]

I don't remember saying that. I probably did, but I don't remember what context.

[Haudegen]

vote: Chaotix

as requested by ATPG.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Greetings, Haudegen-

There are a lot of rumors about your loyalty to Fatlington, and Sasaki defending you isn't points in your favor, because he also defended LittleGrizzly, and then confessed to being a mafia supporter after he died. I also noticed you haven't been voting in the thread.

However, I really could use your vote on the Chaotix lynch. This might also make sure you don't get Wogged due to inactivity in the thread.

Hi ATPG,

Thanks for the warning, but you could have talked to me before you send your vigilantes after me

What kind of rumors are you talking about?

I don´t know why Sasaki defended me. Maybe Sasaki assumed that I was a mafioso because those faulty detective results on me (which were corrected later that day) led him (and the rest of Fatlington) to believe that I was a Don or something like that.

And I didn´t vote in the thread because after some rounds I realised that my vote doesn´t make a real difference because the lynch candidate, that is proposed by you, wins anyway. The day phases were just boring. And when I heard that night activity could prevent the WOG too, I didn´t care for voting anymore.

But with the number of remaining players slowly declining, I see your point that my vote is import for the town.


Regards

Haudegen

[Sigurd]

Tally:
Chaotix : 8 (ATPG, Haudegen, Jooray, Shinseikhaan, SSNeo, TinCow, Tratorix, White_Eyes:D)

ATPG : 1 (Chaotix)

Not voting : 8 (Caius, Double A, gibson, Prole, slash, Split, Twilight, YLC)

[Tratorix]

So, can YLC kill the people Sigurd quoted pms from? That would be, um, bad.

[slashandburn]

Vote:ChaotixHave to leave

[ULC]

So, can YLC kill the people Sigurd quoted pms from? That would be, um, bad.

Why not come over here and see for yourself, you curious little cool cat.

I promise not to bite so long as your a good boy, but if you want to get rough, just say the magic words

*eyes widen in shock, and pulls down hair over eyes and curls up in a ball*

No, no, no, no! Bad Katerina, bad! We must be good, have to behave! Your not supposed to be out unless the Lord says you can!

[Crazed Rabbit]

So, can YLC kill the people Sigurd quoted pms from? That would be, um, bad.

No one here gets out alive.


Seriously, I'm sure YLC wouldn't, couldn't hurt someone who was truly innocent. Are you?

CR

[ULC]

No one here gets out alive.


Seriously, I'm sure YLC wouldn't, couldn't hurt someone who was truly innocent. Are you?

CR

*tears streaming, screaming*

We hate you, we hate you! Oh, why does the Lord hate me so! If he lov-

*rage boils over and a sadistic look comes into her eye*

ed us, e'd of given us help, others to point the way to the sinners! Oh, love, make it so! Show me the sin, show me the sinner!

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old conditions
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.

-- The Internationale (translation)



Evening Session, Day Sixteen
[I hope you don't mind me changing the story a bit Seamus]

At the end of day sixteen, the town had decided to eliminate one of the traitors in their midst, a man of sinister intentions and openly anti-American sympathies.
A blue Jaguar XK 120 drove up to the curb and a man wearing a black suit, white Fedora, mirrored shades, and a red tie stepped out of the vehicle with style and grace, and in his white-gloved hand was a brand-new black umbrella.

Chaotix knew exactly who this man was, but he stood his ground. He was not one to back away from any fight, a quality admired by the man with the umbrella. Chaotix reached for his weapon, just as the man opened his umbrella to shield himself from the bullets. This was Chaotix' plan, and it was working perfectly. He sprinted toward the former Director, grinning sadistically as all mad geniuses do. The umbrella blocked his view, and he didn't see that Chaotix was almost upon him. When he looked up, it was too late. Chaotix had simply tackled the man to the ground, knocking the umbrella out of his hands. Chaotix tried to fire his gun into the gentleman in the suit, but his opponent gripped his wrist tightly and kept the weapon pointed away from his face. The man with the red tie punched Chaotix in the face, and Chaotix returned the favor, knocking the shades off of the former Director. When he looked down, he saw his opponent's eyes... it looked like his opponent was getting quite irritated. If only his gun were just a little bit closer.... and it would be all over. He fired it anyway, the sound of the gunshot ringing loudly through his opponent's ear, causing him to wince. The man responded with an even stiffer punch to the nose, breaking it, and knocking Chaotix off of him. Chaotix was still armed, and turned quickly to shoot the pest who would not die. Several shots hit the man’s chest making loud metallic noises as they hit the steel in the bulletproof vest as he rolled behind his vehicle. Some of the gunshots hit the Jag.

It was at this point that Chaotix had crossed the line. Breaking a nose, that was one thing. Shooting someone , that was another. But putting bullet holes in someone's Jaguar, that was an unforgivable crime. The man with the red tie jumped into the vehicle, and the headlights rolled back to reveal machine guns. Chaotix kept firing, but all he hit was the thick bulletproof glass. The man in the Jag revved the vehicle and leaped towards Chaotix, unleashing a torrent of fire-power. It was all Chaotix could do to dive behind a cement truck just in time. He checked the passenger door and it was unlocked, so he got inside and checked to see if he was about to get very lucky. Indeed he was.The keys were hidden in the driver's side sun visor. Inside the massive vehicle, Chaotix would be quite safe from machine gun fire and he was wielding a huge weapon of his own. The man in the Jaguar backed up immediately, but he was quickly pinned in an alley with no way to escape, as the cement truck advanced. Chaotix pulled the handbrake while shifting to reverse. The truck did a U-turn on locked wheels and came into the alley back first.

"Oh no, no no no.... not my car...."

lamented the man in the white Fedora. He jumped out of the vehicle and fled to safety.

"Heh heh heh..."

Chaotix snickered as he looked out the driver's side window. He pushed the button which caused the cement mixer to activate, and soon the cement began to pour directly onto the leather upholstery inside the Jaguar. This move definitely caused more damage to the man in the white Fedora than anything else anyone had ever done to him. Chaotix turned to his right, and he saw the man in the white Fedora sitting right next to him in the passenger seat, calmly adjusting his tie. Chaotix took his weapon and pointed it at the man, and in frustration, said

"Why don't you JUST DIE???".

The former Director grabbed his .38 colt special and fired Chaotix' gun clean out of his hands and out the window.

"Now, now... I won't make it that easy for you. Not after what you did to my car."

Askthepizzaguy punched Chaotix in the face, and tackled him, pushing him directly out of the driver's side door, causing them both to tumble to the ground. Chaotix rolled to his feet first, looking for the gun, but when he found it, he saw that the gun had been damaged and wouldn't fire. He dropped it and tried to flee up a fire escape.

"Leaving so soon?"

Askthepizzaguy said as he grabbed Chaotix by the leg. Chaotix responded by kicking Askthepizzaguy in the teeth, and then scurried up the ladder as quickly as he could, ending up on the roof of a grocery store, daring Askthepizzaguy to come up and follow him. That's exactly what he did, and soon the two were standing on the roof overlooking the crowd below, fighting for their lives. Chaotix pulled out a small switch-blade and stalked Askthepizzaguy, and the bloodied man in the white Fedora reached into his pocket and pulled out some of the golden powder that had gone unused by the man with the kunai in recent nights, tossing it at the roof beneath Chaotix' feet. The chemicals mixed and exploded, knocking Chaotix to the edge of the roof, stunned. Askthepizzaguy charged directly at his rival, and tackled him... they both tumbled off the roof and onto the awning below, where they rolled into a vendor's cart filled with oranges. The crash left them both dazed, but Chaotix got to his feet first, and reached into his coat to grab a hidden weapon; a .38 snubbie he kept for special occasions such as this. Pizzaguy was unarmed and now was Chaotix' chance to make himself famous.
Chaotix cocked the weapon and pointed it right at Askthepizzaguy, savoring the moment...

"Bye, bye Askthepizzaguy..."

said Chaotix. Pizzaguy just smiled...

A gasp went through the crowd that had gathered around the spectacle. Chaotix was about to pull the trigger when he saw his shadow on the tarmac, grow to an impossible size. He sensed something over him and glanced up over his shoulder. Behind him towered a hulk of some size with icy blue eyes and light blond hair. Chaotix gasped when he recognized the hero from the winter wars in Finland during the prelude to the Great War.

“N..n..not you”.

Chaotix turned the weapon towards the big man but before he could squeeze the trigger, the gun was enveloped in a huge hand and yanked from him. Chaotix could feel the wrist breaking and instinctively put the hand Napoleon style inside his suit jacket. The pain was terrible but he had endured worse in Finland fighting the joint Norwegian and Finish troops. The giant spoke with a rumbling voice:

“I see you have brought your Red philosophy to this nation. Did you think we would just look the other way? These good people have voted and found you guilty of treason and the punishment is death. Do you have something to say”?

Chaotix looked terrified. He had hoped he could weasel out of this by fighting his accusers, but realized that it would be more likely to snow in Hades than beating Sigurd the Slayer in any type of fight. This Hulk from Norway and now resident in Fatlington was no ordinary tourist. He had Spec Ops training with the British Commandos and had been a terrible thorn in the side for the Soviet invasion force of Finland and in multiple theatres for the Axis forces during the Great War. Not only was he good at skiing but he were quite the ladies man…
Err.. who wrote these lines? … Anyway …
Chaotix wanted to flee but his feet would just not move. Out of desperation, he pulled the last weapon in his arsenal, a battle axe attached to his back under the suit jacket. His broken hand jarred and he had to switch to the left hand, which was alright as he was really left handed anyway. He was sad though that he couldn’t surprise his adversary with the change of hand routine.
Chaotix slashed the axe towards Sigurd’s head in an overhand Varangian cut.
Sigurd, quite familiar with the move, stepped right, then forward which is the counter move against the overhand Varangian cut and smashed Chaotix’ face with one powerful fist. Chaotix saw just a white flash and found himself riding on the back of a horse …
Err. Wrong story...

Chaotix died in spasms on the tarmac outside the mall with bone fragments from his face making mush out of his brain.
Pizzaguy adjusted his red tie and glanced back at his ruined Jaguar with a sigh.

"I loved that car”.

Sigurd the Slayer shot his icy blue eyes towards the car.

“We’ll get you another, with better equipment.”

Pizzaguy smiled:

“You guys always get the better toys”.

Sigurd replied:

“Let’s finish this once and for all”.

Askthepizzaguy just nodded. The assembled crowd of Fatlings was told to disperse. The destruction of property would be expensive to clean up today, that's for sure. Commissioner Fermanagh would be pretty ticked off.


OOC

Orders due for Night 16 no later than 1300 tomorrow, Thursday 24 September. (1700 GMT).


Tally:


Chaotix = 9 (ATPG, Haudegen, Jooray, Shinseikhaan, SSNeo, TinCow, Tratorix, White_Eyes:D, slashandburn)

ATPG = 1 (Chaotix)

[Chaotix]

Well, I'll be nice, and I won't say I told you so. I'll just come back to this thread once I see it's too late, and I'll provide you all with a nice smiley or something.

Good day.

[Sigurd]

I changed the story..

[Askthepizzaguy]

I contributed a bit to that story. Chaotix deserved to go out in style.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Now, laugh at my feeble attempts to decode Seamus' clues.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old conditions
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.

-- The Internationale (translation)


Because Chaotix was a communist.

Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch
Where you find out what happens in the end
Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming!
And the earth will plummet to the ground again
I hope to death that no one knows and they don't find a way

-- Flatliners “Fred’s got slacks”

Because there are people defending the mafia, who need to be removed?

You shed a shadow on my life
Shed a shadow on a love
Took the shelter out of my life
Took the shelter of a lie
I couldn't see it in your restless eyes
The truth I was hiding
The truth you could not disguise

But I never thought I'd see the day
I knew I'd need a miracle to make you stay
I knew
I needed
A miracle
And I never thought I'd see the day

-- Sade “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Commentary on how someone (town, mafia?) needs a miracle, perhaps?

Yeah by get down well you rock and roll
then you roll and rock
then you got to do it
because i don't wanna stop
yes i'm the db breaker,
the heart-taker
com'n fly guy
let's turn it up home boys,
pretty girls you don't stop
cause i'm jovanotti
gonna make you rock
baby baby gonna show you my stuff
i'm gonna tell you the way
to hit the top
hae-you can do it
hou-will you do it
hae-you can do it
let me know wot do ya want
up up up now now now
com'n you can get it gimme five
(clap clap clap)

-- Jovanotti "Gimme Five"

The Number Five killer's death.

Everybody tries to put me down
They try to make me drown
And everybody has a reason to kill me
They've got the art of murder down to a tee

There will never be an end for me
Why can't you see?

That I'm...
Hard to Kill
I always was...
Hard to Kill
I'll always be...
Hard to Kill
Hard to Kill
Hard to Kill
Yeah

And I know the end will never be near
I'm always gonna be here
You may work and try to end what I've done
But I have already won

--Bat Dude (lyrics available at killermovies.com forum)

By this point the mafia are in a nearly impossible position (perhaps?), and they have difficulty murdering. Hard to kill might imply this as well. Could be a prediction that the town is winning.

...pull you close
Feel your love
Then I push you away from me
Protect myself
I’m not safe when my boundaries are violated
And its kill or die
So I choose me
Over you

A.D.D. is my excuse
With my excuse I shot you down
I know I’ve got to change
But I can never work out how

How can I say I’m sorry when I know I’ll do it again
Do it again
I know what I did but I still don’t know the reason
I wanna say I’m sorry but I know I’ll do it again
I’ll do it again
I’ll do it to you
I don’t wanna hurt you anymore

Lash out in anger
Hit the wrong target
My little sister
No matter what I say
I love you so much I cannot leave
But when family gets too close
I always find it hard to beathe

-- Daniel Bedingfield "Sorry"

Hit the wrong target. Pannonian and El Diablo.

Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears ---
rehearse your loudest cry.
There's folk out there who would do you harm
so I'll sing you no lullaby.
There's a lock on the window; there's a chain on the door:
a big dog in the hall.
But there's dragons and beasties out there in the night
to snatch you if you fall.

So come out fighting with your rattle in hand.
Thrust and parry. Light
a match to catch the devil's eye. Bring
a cross of fire to the fight.

And let no sleep bring false relief
from the tension of the fray.
Come wake the dead with the scream of life.
Do battle with ghosts at play.

n Ian Anderson “No Lullaby”

Several lurkers died this round. Prick up your ears... the Rabbit?


Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it's seed while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

-- Paul Simon "Sound of Silence"

Commentary on how inactive the town was.

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

Everything that happened that night was messed up. Reenk's attack on Sasaki, the attack on Moros, etc.

"The Kilkenny Cats"

There were once two cats of Kilkenny.
Each thought there was one cat too many;
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till, excepting their nails,
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren't any.

-- traditional

During this round, there were two mafia on the block. Then, a Don was put on the block. The rhyme seems to indicate that the mafia had internal strife and they were destroying themselves.

The last of england’s spoiled brats
Grand order of the gutter rats
A big fish in a public house
You’re never going to learn to shut your mouth
A silly pseudo lager lout
With nothing much to shout about
Spent hours looking in the mirror
Trying to perfect the perfect pout

Now take the spotlight
And pause for your applause
Well my oh my you’re such a big boy
On a saturday night
You try but there is always something
Something not right inside
There’s always someone
Somebody else to take
The power and the glory
All for themselves

-- Kirsty Maccoll & Mark Nevin "Big Boy on a Saturday Night"

First line could indicate that Ironside was the last of his family, but I cannot be sure.
The rest seems to refer to my selection as Director, it was the only other signifcant event that round.

Take nothing for granted in life
Nothing goes as planned but it all works out in the end
Live each day as if it were your last
We think we understand until everything gets out of hand

There comes a time in all our lives when we must choose
It’s always for the best, sometimes we win even when we lose
Only time will tell if it’s too late to clean this slate
It’s just as well, you’ll have to live with the choice you made

-- Matthew Staley

Here, Shinseikhaan was attacked and so was Proletariat. Both survived. Nothing goes as planned... all the attacks seemed to be thwarted or didn't go as planned. The Rabbit seemed to be missing his partner, and the Number 5 killer did not kill because Prole was protected.

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

-- Cliff Hanley

Hmmm... the homeland part could foreshadow that Rhyfelwyr was a foreign spy, which we didn't learn about until later on.


Strolling down the same old sidewalk
Move in for the kill and forget my name
All this time I knew that this wouldn't suffice
Make no mistake, she always knew I wouldn't break

I'd steal your eyes (I'd steal your eyes)
Just so you can never see me fall (see me fall)
I'd steal your tongue
And I'd steal your tongue
Just so you could never tell me to let go again

Who's Killing Who
Tell me again

-- Bleed the Dream “Who’s Killing Who”

Who is killing who? The mafia got savaged this round by vigilantes, and the kills on the town failed.

Little piece of lint in the breeze;
Why is it you make me sneeze?
You're not very pretty.
This is true.
When you're around
I go ahchoo.

To the garbage you must go;
Don't cry on my shoulder
Or ask to stay when the answer's no!

My allergies should give you a hint
That I want to discard you little piece of lint

-- Steven West

Refers to Reenk's writeup and the piece of lint. This is where Kage and AVSM died.

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”

A long night could refer to the sheer number of activities that night... Prole was attacked a couple times, and so was Psychonaut, John, Crate, Leet, and Iskander. A long, bloody night. In the end, the mafia were hurt more than the town.

What do we need, what do we hunger for
Who holds the secrets, who will know
Temples of greed in ruins on the riverbed
Wastelands that lived before the snow

Time stands still as we race through the universe
On our way to the sun
As we arrive at the house of the water sign
We are living in strange times

Strange times, strange times

-- Lodge & Hayward (Moody Blues) "Strange Times"

Andres was attacked, survived, Diana attacked, survived, Reenk attacked, survived... Jolt was killed by vigilantes. The only successful attack was by townies against townies.

I will sure survive the night
there was a sleep when I come alive
I'll make it run towards the city light
it always keeps me on the right side

When we come alive
We never stop we won't give in
When we come alive
We keep it up until we win

-- E-type "Eurofighter"

Keep it up until we win... could refer to the string of luck the town was having. Made, Luca, commie, Luca.

bad chance and circumstance
left the hollow ache
of sweet loneliness
and sour frustration
thanks for everything
thanks for everything
my one regret
the missing layer
of our failed protection
of our missed connections
take up a collection
a new army of salvation
of the leftovers and extras
of that longlost harvest season
of sweet loneliness
and sour frustration
thanks for everything
thanks for everything

-- Dirtminers (R.Worrick) “Sweet Loneliness”

Two failed protections tonight.

…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”

Several kills this night, one of which was against a Don by vigilantes who were trying to take down my group, who thought I was running a mafia empire, and I had provided protection for that Don. A very strange set of circumstances. All is not black and white may mean that all were not innocent targets, or that it's not so clear if I am running a mafia empire or not.

And it begins anew
The hatred of mankind
As it seeks to kill that which lives inside

Now we are dying,
Dying the slowest death
Held down by bonds that bind us
We breath our final breath

And it begins anew
The burning we endure
As we seek the srrength, strength to break the bonds…

From dust you were born,
And to the ashes you return….

-- Killswitch Engage

Opening night, the part about dust and ashes may be a religious reference. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, kind of thing? YLC killed that night.

O Lithium sunset
And take this lonesome burden
Of worry from my mind
Take this heartache
Of obsidian darkness
And fold my darkness
Into your yellow light
-- Lithium Sunset

The first sunset before the killing begins.

These clues are in reverse order because I was reading from the most recent to the least.

[Myrddraal]

I think that analysis is fair, but the conclusion has to be that these lyrics/words are simply a way for Seamus to comment on the night's events, and don't tell us anything new. A best it might give a hint to the post mortem a couple of turns early.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I think that analysis is fair, but the conclusion has to be that these lyrics/words are simply a way for Seamus to comment on the night's events, and don't tell us anything new. A best it might give a hint to the post mortem a couple of turns early.

yeah, I don't think it is a tell. I don't detect any huge clues pointing at living mafia, for example. It's sort of a commentary, just as you suggest. That's my theory. I had to check though to be thorough. Every bit of information can be useful.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Effective Immediately:

Louis VI the Fat replaces Proletariat (in role, at current status).


Proletariat regrets the necessity, but her computer problems have been vexing and her schedule looking forward even worse (albeit for very positive reasons).

Thank you.

You may now return to your regularly schedule betrayals, killings, and snide commentary.

[GeneralHankerchief]

and snide commentary.

Hooray!

[Louis VI the Fat]

Proletariat shall not be finishing this game. Real life has caught up with her. I shall be her replacement for the remainder of the game.




Right. First things first.

Seamus, like me, is a lover of contemporary history. The first thing that strikes me about this game, is its familiar historical setting. Seamus, no doubt, is fully aware too of the historical alliance between the mafia and the CIA during this game's era:

It is well known that when the CIA had dirty work to do in Cuba, it turned to an organization that had long tentacles around that country: the Mafia. In 1961 the CIA, according to reliable sources, put out a contract to Mafia Leaders Sam Giancana and John Roselli for the assassination of Fidel Castro (TIME, March 17). In a separate and equally futile action, TIME has learned, the CIA enlisted other Mafia figures to do some spying in Cuba.

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/ar...913118,00.html

The CIA is not pro-town. The CIA is also the ally of the mafia. This much is obvious from the setting of this game.


Can anybody please explain to me why the CIA is running this town?