Pirate Ship Mafia [Concluded]

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Killing me out of spite is not only pointless, it's really, really, dumbfoundingly poor play by a town that was otherwise doing very well. You want to let them sneak away, this is the way to shoot us in the foot.

So if vig killing you is "dumbfoundingly poor play" then what is handing over the names of the power roles in a game where you can't choose to switch sides? You can't have your pizza and eat it too

[Louis VI the Fat]

So if vig killing you is "dumbfoundingly poor play" then what is handing over the names of the power roles in a game where you can't choose to switch sides? You can't have your pizza and eat it too

Imagine being a 'corruptible' town power role and you get converted to the losing side because of this...

Maybe Pizza revealed to lessen the chance of himself being converted? His information was worth a conversion yesterday, but not anymore so.

[Beskar]

Askthepizzaguy can be converted by the Maven. Since he already leaked it..

Actually, Maven guy, convert ATPG, so he will lose the game as a Mafia, that would really hurt his ego.

(It's funny that ATPG leaked it to the British, especially as they can't convert him.)

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 7 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

This one will be... complicated. I'll process these and post the write-up as fast as I can, but it may take a while. Please be patient.

[Crazed Rabbit]

[Askthepizzaguy]

So if vig killing you is "dumbfoundingly poor play" then what is handing over the names of the power roles in a game where you can't choose to switch sides? You can't have your pizza and eat it too

What is it?

It's a way of introducing a little anarchy into the situation. For that all-elusive thing we call "fun". That thing which I'm accused of not knowing how to have. Ever since then I've been having a blast. If the town can't take a little bloody nose, even while it is on its way to certain victory, then they don't deserve to win, but they will win. And I will have lost nothing and gained something.

I had my fun. And if catching the last of the mafia is fun, then do so. If punishing me for having a little bit of fun is your priority, then do so. It's all the same to me. But from the standpoint of winning the game, my death isn't part of the plan. The only way it is part of the plan is for the sake of spite. Spite doesn't win games. Spite isn't even that much fun. And spite can come back and hit you where it hurts. Especially in this situation where a mafia can obtain victory without firing a single bullet or slicing off one person's head. I'd be checking those little boats and seeing who tries to flee with all his cash.

so he will lose the game as a Mafia, that would really hurt his ego

Ah, someone with a sense of fun. Now we're talking. Let's see if the mafia also has a sense of fun.

[Beskar]

It has ended already?

[Crazed Rabbit]

What is it?

It's a way of introducing a little anarchy into the situation. For that all-elusive thing we call "fun". That thing which I'm accused of not knowing how to have. Ever since then I've been having a blast. If the town can't take a little bloody nose, even while it is on its way to certain victory, then they don't deserve to win, but they will win. And I will have lost nothing and gained something.

I had my fun. And if catching the last of the mafia is fun, then do so. If punishing me for having a little bit of fun is your priority, then do so. It's all the same to me. But from the standpoint of winning the game, my death isn't part of the plan.

Some here might think it quite fun.

The only way it is part of the plan is for the sake of spite. Spite doesn't win games. Spite isn't even that much fun. And spite can come back and hit you where it hurts. Especially in this situation where a mafia can obtain victory without firing a single bullet or slicing off one person's head. I'd be checking those little boats and seeing who tries to flee with all his cash.

Don't be ridiculous. It is greatly in the interests of the town to see you punished, because you betrayed the town. A harsh punishment discourages other traitors.

CR

[White_eyes:D]

Some here might think it quite fun.
Don't be ridiculous. It is greatly in the interests of the town to see you punished, because you betrayed the town. A harsh punishment discourages other traitors.
CR

I agree with the Crazed Rabbit on both points

I hate to say it Beskar....but I think some people accepted that gold offer....(I almost did)

[Askthepizzaguy]

I agree with the Crazed Rabbit on both points

I hate to say it Beskar....but I think some people accepted that gold offer....(I almost did)

Is that why you were disinterested in doing protections on night three, White_Eyes?

It is starting to make sense now. How much did you get, and don't tell me you "almost" took the money.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

erm. why would accepting the gold be bad. You know, just so I understand why some people did it.......

[White_eyes:D]

They too have sent three agents on board the ship who can work and try to get some Presence crewmen to defect to their side. However, they, unlike the British, cannot offer Letters of Marque, and thus must tempt their targets with gold.

That would be the reason

And no ATPG....I was investigated and seen doing nothing during Night 4-5? I am not a traitor like you....*looks away in disgust*

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

That does not make any sense however...... If that is true then the people should not have a choice in the matter.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Is that why you were disinterested in doing protections on night three, White_Eyes?

It is starting to make sense now. How much did you get, and don't tell me you "almost" took the money.

Don't be askin' any questions here, ye scurvy bilge rat.

CR

[Askthepizzaguy]

Don't be askin' any questions here, ye scurvy bilge rat.

CR

Yes sir captain sir.

[Subotan]

That does not make any sense however...... If that is true then the people should not have a choice in the matter.

You don't.

[White_eyes:D]

That does not make any sense however...... If that is true then the people should not have a choice in the matter.

Mad that you fell for it...??

We all were in parasite, join the club

[Tratorix]

Mad that you fell for it...??

We all were in parasite, join the club

Ugh, don't bring that up. Three seperate people, really?

[shlin28]

Wait, I was the only one who turned it down?

I feel dirty inside.

[White_eyes:D]

I think the key word in it was "Tempt" that meant you had a free choice in the matter....no one twisted your arm or told you, "You will be Maven" but it was still there choice

Edit:I get the feeling CR is behind this....

[White_eyes:D]

There are men whos hearts as black as coal
And those bucaneers drowned there sins in rum,
The devil himself would have to call em scum!
Every man on board would have killed his mate for a bag of ginnys or a piece of eight, a piece of eight, a piece of eight…

I think Sigurd gave us a clue here....sad that most people did not heed it...

I am thinking everyone got one now

[Beskar]

People did not heed the warnings.

[Yaropolk]

I don't know who your offer was from, but mine came from the host himself.

[Beskar]

Yeah, GH would obviously send it from himself, you wouldn't recieve it from the Mafia directly.

[White_eyes:D]

Parasite worked the same way, it was sent by the host...and when you look at it....some of it doesn't match what GH would say...

I mean what are the odds everyone would find a "Chest full of gold" unaccounted for, on a ship out at sea?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 7

Psychonaut awake and alert. His eyes flicked around the ship, eager for any signs of movement. Nothing. He grinned. He couldn't believe that nobody else saw what he saw. How it was all just *there*, his for the taking. This was money.

He crept above decks, waiting to go head into a secluded, seldom-used cabin aboard the Presence. His eyes flicked around once more, side to side, seeing nothing. Excellent. It was all his. All of it. He was going to be rich. Salivating, he approached the door, put a hand on it...

...and felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around wildly, he saw a familiar figure standing behind him, sword in his other hand. He was looking at Psychonaut with something akin to amused disgust. "Just a tip for the future," the figure said, raising his sword, "but when you look around for people moving... make sure you check behind you as well."

Psychonaut stared, seemingly looking through his attacker, in shock. That glimmer of gold, the promise of what lay behind the door, seemed to go out. "Yes, it does end this way," the attacker said, raising his sword. Instead of bringing it down on Psychonaut, though, he instead dropped it and went down to his peg leg, unscrewing it. Psychnaut, horrified, tried to break away, but his attacker's grip was too strong and he was forced to watch the unscrewing. Eventually it was complete, and the attacker held the peg leg in his other hand.

"Hold still now," the attacker said, and proceeded to club Psychonaut over the head repeatedly. Eventually, he slumped to the ground, dead, his lifeless eyes facing the empty space between the bottom of the door and the floor. Ironically, were he still alive, he would have had the perfect view of all the promise that the room on the other side of the door offered.


Once again, Beskar was up late at night, being entertained by the same storyteller as before. His tales were definitely starting to get old, more so tonight because Beskar had somewhere to be. He kept trying to interrupt his friend, but the friend would have none of it as he kept spinning his tales. Eventually Beskar realized that he would just have to sit through it. Rudeness on this tight of a living space made for an ugly ship.

"These be interestin' times," the friend said, and inside, Beskar groaned. He was starting another new story. "Reminds me o' the ancient tales of Homer and the like," the friend continued. "Tell me Beskar, be ye familiar with Homer?" Beskar shook his head.

"Well, Homer was all about the ancient Greeks of the times before Christ. And his biggest story - and this actually happened, matey, which makes it all the more interestin' - was the tale of the Trojan War. How the war started was not important, but eventually the Greeks got so mad at the Trojans that they culled a fleet together and sailed across the sea to the great city of Troy, where they laid siege to it and fought the greatest war ever fought for ten years."

This tale sounded vaguely familiar to Beskar, but he said nothing. Perhaps this storyteller was running out of material and had told it in the past. Either way, he kept silent. "And now matter how hard they tried, the greatest army assembled simply could not breach the walls of Troy, for they were simply too thick and the Trojan defenders too hardy. The Greeks though, they tried *everything*. Challenging the Trojan champion to single combat, head-on attacks, you name a military strategem, they tried it. Eventually, after ten years, they were ready to give up and head home. But the Greeks, see, they this one wily general... now I be forgettin' his name..."

"Odysseus," Beskar mumbled absentmindedly.

"Aye, Odysseus, or Ulysses, as the Romans called him. Anyway, Odysseus was a wily general, and he had a plan. He knew the Greeks were about to give up. He also knew the Trojans knew they were about to give up, for the greatest Greek champion Achilles had just been shot dead with an arrow. Therefore, he proposed they take advantage of the Trojan feelings and create an elaborate deception." He paused, looking around, as if searching for something specific on the ship. After a while, he turned back.

"One day, the Trojans woke up to find a curious sight. The Greek army was gone, and in their place was a giant, wooden horse; a peace offering from the Greeks. Overjoyed, the Trojans brought the horse into the city, past the insurmountable walls, not heeding the warnings of some. They partied all night, but eventually tiredness overcame them and they went to sleep. Then, finally, once the city was quiet, the many Greek soldiers hidden inside the horse opened it up, climbed down, and burned the city to the ground. They had finally breached the walls, and the Trojans paid dearly for their lack of foresight."

"So what's the moral of this one?" Beskar said, finally showing some interest. "If something looks too good to be true, it probably is?"

"Precisely," said his attacker, drawing a sword, but Beskar had already drawn his as well and was joined by a lone protector with a cutlass, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Ooh," said the attacker, mockingly, "two on one, eh? Now that be fightin' like a proper dirty pirate would do. Unfortunately for ye, I be bringin' backup of me own." Right on cue, a fourth figure charged from the side, tackling Beskar's protector out of the way. "En garde!" the fourth man yelled while busy punching the protector in the mouth, and the double duel began.

Beskar was holding his own against the storyteller for a while, the two of them crisscrossing the Presence while crossing blades. However, the other duel was another story. The second attacker was clearly a skilled swordsman, flourishing his rapier and easily outmaneuvering his opponent. Finally striking him down, the rapier-wielder looked down for a minute before speaking.

"I should probably end ye now," he said, "but ye're not worth it. Do not get in me path again, matey, fer yer own sake." The he ran off to the site of the other duel, first cornering Beskar with his partner and then disarming them. Beskar, kneeling down, started praying, eventually looking up at his two attackers.

"Make it quick," he said emotionlessly.

"Aye, mate, ye've already been subjected to me stories now, so I'll be happy to oblige." The two attackers, one with a cutlass and the other with a rapier, together ended Beskar's life.


While all of this was going on, all of the participants were too engrossed in their duels to pay attention to SSNeoperestroika, who was busy lowering one of the Presence's dinghies into the water and then lowering himself into it with his bag of treasure.

Taking one final look around, SSNeo took a swig of a bottle of rum and then paddled away into the night. "It's been great, but if tonight is indication it be too dangerous for me to stay here any longer." He continued paddling on, not looking back.


Chaotix too, was trying for the door. Not concerned with looking around, his strategy instead was to make his way as quickly as possible to the door, get what lied inside, and then make his way back below decks before anyone had the chance to know what happened. He was successful at this, crossing the ship in record time, but stopped abruptly when he saw Psychonaut's beaten, bloody corpse at the foot of the door.

"Blessed Mary, Mother of God," Chaotix said to himself, unable to stop himself from uttering the words out loud. He further broke his own rule when a hand gripped his shoulder from behind, causing him to emit a wordless cry, not to mention soil himself from fright at the sight of a man with very few, yellow teeth, and unearthly glowing eyes.

"Ye have no business invoking the name o' the Lord or the Virgin Mary, traitor," said the man.

"I... I..." Chaotix stammered, unable to get anything further out. He took a very large gulp, and finally continued anew. "Who... why... what do ye want to do with me?"

"To send you to the place where ye belong," the figure said, raising his blunderbuss with his other hand, pointing it directly at Chaotix's eye. To Chaotix, the sight of Bess's nozzle seemed as dark as the end of an endless tunnel, only to find out that there was no exit on this side. Meanwhile, the figure continued. "To send you to Judecca, to Cocytus. Ye think the conditions on this ship are bad, get back to me once ye've spent an hour where ye're going."

"And..." Chaotix managed to get out, "w-w-where's t-that?"

"Hell," the figure said, and set Bess alight once more. Chaotix dropped right alongside Psychonaut.


Askthepizzaguy was out above deck, taking a midnight stroll. He needed to get some air, after being removed from his Quartermaster position and viciously attacked by the crew before they all headed off to bed. He needed to simply watch the sea, collect his thoughts... and maybe see what was behind that door and get it for himself.

He slowly made his way over to there, taking his time, being halfway there when noticing another figure walking beside him.

"Hello, Pizzaguy," said Captain Crazed Rabbit, very obviously holding a pistol. "What be yer business above deck, this time o'night?

"Just takin' in some air," Pizza said, trying to be nonchalant about it. Inside though, he was groaning. No way he was going to let Rabbit in on the secret. Thus, he led the Captain on a walk all around the ship, deliberately avoiding the door though. Eventually, he ran out of conversation though, and an awkward silence ensued for two very long minutes before Rabbit finally broke it.

"Well," he said, "I think that be a good long walk, lots of air to be had. What say we head back and get some rest, eh?"

"I'm not sure, Captain," Pizzaguy replied. "I still need to think about some things. Alone." He emphasized that final word. "If ye don't mind, o' course."

"Not at all," Rabbit said. "Every sailor needs to do a bit o' soul-searching to keep the great monsters from entering his head. But, if ye don't mind me askin', exactly what is it that be requirin' ye to be out on yer own for so long?"

"Uh..." Pizzaguy said, trailing off after the first word. His ability to improvise had left him at the worst possible time, flying right out the window once the Captain had entered the room.

"Could it possibly be that ye feel guilt over, I don't know, givin' the names o' our important sailors to whoever it is on the Maven?" Rabbit said, his eyes flashing with anger. "Because there be somethin' ye want to keep from your Captain, the man who has the best chance of gettin' us all to Nassau alive? Tell me Pizzaguy, we may have crisscrossed this ship five times, but ye never led me anywhere near that little-used door. What be behind that door, Pizzaguy, eh?"

"Uh..." Pizzaguy said again, and then took off running.

"AU REVOIR, PIZZAGUY!" Rabbit yelled, leveling his pistol, aiming it carefully, and firing it. The shot went wide, but Pizzaguy tripped over the corpses of Chaotix and Psychonaut and went flying... right into one of the ship's oil lamps. Yelping, Pizzaguy leapt up, trying desperately to put out the small fire that had appeared on his clothes. Mostly due to panic, he was unsuccessful at this act.

All the while, Rabbit was calmly walking, a stark contrast to the hysterical Pizzaguy. Grinning evilly, he mock-noticed Pizzaguy and then fake-gasped, yelling out in his loudest voice, "FIRE! FIRE ON BOARD! EVERY SAILOR REPORT ABOVE DECKS TO HELP PUT IT OUT!" After a minute, the fire bell started clanging. Nobody had appeared to help put Pizzaguy out yet, which struck Rabbit as odd, but he was fine with it, humming a little tune.

"Putting out the fire... with gasoline..."

He found a small pail of the stuff, looked up, winked, and then splashed it onto Pizzaguy. He was instantly engulfed in flames, his screams turning less and less human by the second. Still, nobody was anywhere near the two of them, Rabbit and Pizzaguy, which meant that nobody was on hand to witness Pizzaguy becoming far more apocalyptic-looking than any of the so-called Four Horsemen. Out of the corner of his eye, Rabbit saw them all drawn to the door, but disregarded it for the time being as the inferno that was formerly Askthepizzaguy rose higher and higher into the sky.

He fired his pistol once into the fiery figure, which was somehow still screaming. Once, twice, three times, and now the inhuman creature was completely obscured by the flames, dropping to the ground. Eventually the moans and screams subsided, leaving the only sounds on board the ship the crackling of the flames and the clanging of the fire bell. Rabbit watched, saying nothing as the flames dwindled away, leaving only a pile of ash and some char marks on the deck to mark the former remnants of Askthepizzaguy. When the flames had finally burned themselves out, he turned and walked over to the door where he saw well over a dozen sailors break it open and fight each other inside, all of their hands over a large pile of treasure.


"What exactly be goin' on here," he yelled, and finally everyone fell silent."

"Well," said one of them, "I saw a glimpse of it last night, figured ye had forgotten to divvy it up, so I figgured I'd be takin' it meself."

"Aye," muttered all of the others in agreement.

"Ye morons," Rabbit said, shaking his head. "Ye're all too drunk to realize that the door was left wide open last night and ye *all* got a glimpse of it! This is what happens when ye screw around and don't follow yer Captain! I don't even want to think about how many bodies there are on board tonight! If ye think we be out of this yet, mateys, think again!"

Everybody stood there silently, ashamed of themselves.

"Bleedin' pirates," Rabbit muttered. "Clean the mess up, and get votin'. We've got a long day ahead of us."

"Captain!" somebody yelled. "What about the dead?"

"Ah, right," said Rabbit. ricera10 was a Brit. Diana was loyal. pever is a bit of an interesting case. He was definitely a loyal crewman for us, but had sympathies for the Maven. I wouldn't trust anything he said to you before he died. Satisfied? Get to work."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It is now Day 8. The round will conclude Saturday, October 17th at 18:00, or whenever I can get online to end it.

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Attacked: Centurion1 (n1), LittleGrizzly (n1), taka (n2), Andres (n3), Askthepizzaguy (n4), Beskar (n5), SSNeoperestroika (n5)

Murdered: LittleGrizzly (n1), atheotes (n2), gibsonsg91921 (n2), Tratorix (n3), Iskander 3.1 (n3), Beefy187 (n3), scottishranger (n4), DisgruntledGoat (n4), Andres (n4), Diana Abnoba (n5), pevergren (n5), CountArach (n6), Psychonaut (n7), Beskar (n7), Chaotix (n7), Askthepizzaguy (n7)

Lynched: woad&fangs (d2), Sigurd (d3), Jolt (d4), ricera10 (d5), Sasaki Kojiro (d6), Khazaar (d7)

Abandoned Ship: SSNeoperestroika (n7)

Committed suicide: Yaseikhaan (n6)

Removed from play: Xehh II, johnhughthom, YLC

Souls aboard (24):
a completely inoffensive name
A Very Super Market
A1 Unit
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Death is Yonder
Double A
Joooray
KukriKhan
Lord Winter
Louis VI the Fat
miotas
Reenk Roink
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
taka
TinCow
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk

[Yaropolk]

We don't get guilty / innocent results for 3 days ago this morning?

People remaining from ATPG's original suspect list:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

a completely inoffensive name
Joooray
miotas
Subotan
A Very Super Market

Captain, can you tell us which of these kills were made on your orders?
Also ATPG's death description is wonky - was he the undead pirate?

[White_eyes:D]

We have ourselves a Spaniard and the Maven scum....

cutlass and the other with a rapier, together ended Beskar's life.

Nice one CR....you certainly plugged that hole....and it looks like ATPG just sunk town...WAY TO GO

[Beskar]

Looks like I was write about the gold. Who were my protectors, they need to be flogged for running off to the gold stash.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

What the heck just happened?