Double A is mafia.
Sorry folks, I'm going to have to extend this 24 hours on my account. My profs are being mighty unkind upon my return.
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
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It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Diamondeye lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. It seemed a good time for a rest. Things were quieting down, hopefully. The drab, brown ceiling was a bit depressing, but at least it wasn't so garish to prevent rest for the weary. He wasn't quite feeling up for sleep, but settled for resting his eyes for a second.
A second would be all Diamondeye would get. With a mighty bang, the door exploded behind the rearing kick of a white stallion, and was blown across the room. Sprinting behind the path made, an intruder brandished a sword with its right hand, while the left raised a buckler for protection. Diamondeye managed a haphazard roll to his right to avoid a downward slice. He grabbed his spear, which had been laid on a chair, and swiveled to face the intruder. The intruder charging, Diamondeye hopped to his left and attempted to bring a thrust around the raised shield. However, the intruder swung its blade upwards, smacking the spear amiss. It made impact with Diamondeye's chest with its buckler, driving him to the ground. Without hesitation, it brought the sword to bear on Diamondeye's neck, The strike wasn't clean, forcing the attacker to rip the blade out for three more blows to settle the matter once and for all.
In the swamp beyond the encampment's borders, a woman's head popped up from under the murkey water. She swiveled, checking the surroundings. Deciding all was clear, she ascended the shoreline on the lower bounds of the mountain, revealing a scaly, dark green, slithering lower body. Sliding along, holding her upper body aloft, she entered the cave entrance. She was taken off guard when an animal-headed humanoid leaped from the shadows, knife bore. At the last second, the two froze. Then stared incredulously at each other.
“Wait, he's in here too?” she asked it. It cocked its head for a second, then nodded. She raised an eyebrow, and the humanoid cocked its head to the side again. “Well... I suppose there's no harm in going together, I s uppose....” she muttered. Nodding, the humaoid turned and gestured that they move on. In the distance, a shimmering purple light could be seen. After nearly an hour of treking through the tunnel, the two seemed no closer, and had made zero progress. The humanoid was emitting a low growl. T'was then a deep voice rumbled throughout the cave.
“Oh, we have visitors! How nice, isn't it, little brother?” A child's voice rang out in response.
“Oooooh, yay! Yes, yes, its been so long! We might get friends, big brother! Its been ages since we've had anyone else to play with!” The woman frowned.
“Where are you!?” She demanded.
“We're just a bit further, pretty lady!” the child proclaimed. “Just go to the purple light!” Now severely annoyed, the woman turned to the one next to her, who was growling quite a bit louder now. Nevertheless, she put a hand on its shoulder, and motioned that they continue. After just a few seconds, a chilly, black fog misted around the two. Any sight from before vanished, but they marche forward a bit further. Then, suddenly, the fog was gone. In front of them stood a massive pyre, which was ablaze with a purple flame. “Come on, pretty lady, you're almost there!” The child encouraged. “Follow the purple light!”
Before she could object to the odd demand, the humanoid next to her let loose a snarl, then stomped straight up to the pyre's walkway, directly into the fire itself. Though the flames clearly licked at its heels, the woman's partner stood there, seething in anget at the whole situation. Hesitantly, she slithered forward, and reached a finger out to the flames. A flash blinded her, and a high pitched ringing richoted around the cavern.
Whens he came to, the humanoid stood before her, still very clearly angry. She got a hold of her surroundings. They were in a stone chamber, with seven alters laid in a circle around them. In the center of it was massive dais, at least ten feet tall. Atop it stood a stone golem, at least as tall as the dais itself. It wore a badly rusted mail hauberk. Riding atop it was a small, blond haired boy, his legs wrapped around the neck of the golem, its hands maintaining balance on the head. The boy wore a simple gray tunic and trousers.
“Yay, now we can have fun, right big brother?” the boy asked the golem.
“Yes, now we can have fun,” the golem responded. The humanoid finally lost its last thread of patience, and leaped up from the floor onto the dais. Growling loudly, it thrusted the knife at the golem. The golem raised a hand and grabbed the humanoid's arm, stopping the attack dead in its tracks. Th golem grabbed it at the neck with the other hand, then tossed it off the dais, landing back-first onto one of the altars. The woman was stunned at the brute force, but would not be intimidated. She slid up to the base of the dais, then uncoiled, scrambling her upper body onto the platform, then pulling the rest of her up. “Do you want to have fun too?” The golem asked her.
“I will have none of this nonsense!” She screamed. She charged it, taking first a swing with her clawed hands. When the golem grabbed her wrist, she was ready. She swung her lower body to the left, the scaled length wrapping around the golem. The end of it snapped around the neck of the boy. When the golem attempted to throw her off the dais, she kept her hold, and the boy came flying off with her. She skidded and rolled across the stone floor, while the boy was completely ragdolled.
“Little brother!” the golem rumbled. It jumped off the platform, resulting in a loud crash. The golem was not nimble enough to coordinate the jump, and it collapsed to the ground. The woman recouped and was treking for the boy, while the humanoid had jumped onto the back of the golem, stabbing at every point it could find. The child was still laying limp on the ground when the woman arrived. She reached back to gouge it with her claws, when it snapped its head 180 degrees to face her.
“Isn't this fun, big brother?” It called out. The woman was taken off guard. The golem, which was still flat on its face while an angry intruder stabbed at its joints, agreed.
“Yes, we haven't had this much fun in quite a while!” The woman hesitated for a moment. The backwards head of the boy just grinned at her. It was... off putting. She decided the best way to settle this would be to end it, now. She reached back once more, and gouged the boy in the back of the neck. She slashed, and cut, and cut, but that grin would not leave the boy's face....
Pop
She staggered for a second. The altar room was gone. The boy was gone, the golem, gone. In the stead of the altar room, they were in the meadow far to the northeast of the encampment. In the stead of the golem, with the humanoid still stabbing it, lay the remains of Sprig. In the stead of the boy's grin was what was left of Cultured Drizzt fan. The woman hissed, slashed at the remains one last time, then slid away in fumes at the whole debacle....
Alive: 22
A1_Unit
A completely inoffensive name
Andres
Atheotes
Beskar
CCRunner
Centurion1
Chaotix
Double A
johnhugthom
Jooray
Kralizec
pevergreen
Psychonaut
scottishranger
Scienter
Sigurd
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Winston Hughes
woad&fangs
YLC
Slain: 14
A Very Super Market (N1)
Khazaar (N1)
White_eyes:D (N1)
Captain C (N2)
splitpersonality (N2)
slashandburn (N2)
Captain Blackadder (N3)
Peasant Phill (N3)
Yaropolk (N3)
Csargo (N3)
Beefy187 (N4)
Diamondeye (N5)
Cultured Drizzt fan (N5)
Sprig (N5)
Lynched: 4
Seon (D1)
Askthepizzaguy (D2)
GeneralHankerchief (D3)
Sasaki Kojiro (D4)
THE DAY PHASE BEGINS NOW! YOU HAVE 36 HOURS TO DISCUSS!
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It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Who is your friend Atheotes? She looked rather pretty. Vote: Atheotes
Last edited by ULC; 01-14-2010 at 13:04.
This is a message for the guy riding the white horse who has made kill attempts on Nights 1, 3, 4, and 5. We have previously referred to you as Perseus, though in researching mythology there appear to be numerous roles which fit into the description of riding a white, winged horse. I have mentioned you before as a vigilante, but I am not seeing any caution or targeting whatsoever in your kills. I no longer believe you are a vigilante and have decided to treat you as an enemy of the town. If you ARE pro-town, it would be in your interests to contact me and explain yourself. If you are pro-town, I can provide you with information that will allow you to direct your attacks more accurately.
Vote: Beskar
It actually looks like Diamondeyes was innocent afterall, I am sorry Bakerboy for doubting you.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
If God is great, and if God is good, why can't he change the hearts of men?"
-Tom Waits, "The Road to Peace"
vote: choatix
Hey, that's my job!
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Greetings, today's bandwagon will be on Chaotix.
1) Chaotix 'revealed' to me on Day 2 with a role that doesn't make a whole lot of sense from a game-balance and complexity level:
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He gave more information on this role in later PMs to me. He claimed that his role had the power to raise the dead, but that in order to do so he had to take the life of another person who voluntarily consented to that deal. Since he has to sacrifice someone to bring another person back to life, it is totally useless to use his abilities on anyone other than a pro-town role.
This role doesn't seem to fit 'khaan's games IMO. 'khaan's role PMs are minimalist in nature and he learned in Netherworld I with the Lucifer role that excessive complexity caused problems. This role requires Chaotix to (1) find a pro-town role (2) have the pro-town role be dead and (3) find a townie who is willing to voluntarily die. That's pretty convoluted, especially when you consider that the role has no ability to find pro-town roles. As such, the only people this role can reliably resurrect are dead pro-town roles whose identities are publicly known. If the identity is publicly known, that pro-town role is just going to get killed again immediately. Basically, Chaotix's claimed role is incredibly difficult to use and useless except in a very few select situations. It's not realistic and I don't believe it.
2) Chaotix's role gives him a legitimate excuse for digging for pro-town role identities. Since resurrecting townies is worthless based on the sacrifice requirement, it's only useful for pro-town roles. So, he can ask for the IDs of these people all over the place. He subtly probed me for pro-town role IDs on a few occasions with this excuse.
3) Chaotix worked very hard to keep Sasaki from being lynched:
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That was a lot of work to save Sasaki under the circumstances. Why would a pro-town role risk his neck to save someone who was either (1) a mafioso or (2) a townie? The reason Chaotix gave was that Sasaki 'agreed' to be a sacrifice later in the game to resurrect a dead pro-town role to be named later. Who in their right mind would trust anyone, let alone Sasaki, to fulfill that bargain under these circumstances?
Also note that the PM Chaotix sent to Sasaki is identical to the one he sent me when I was about to be lynched. Chaotix has told me he made a similar deal with Winston Hughes on Day 1:
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Essentially, Chaotix would have us believe he's a pro-town role who's voluntarily revealing his identity to every single person we choose to lynch. That's possibly the world's worst survival strategy for a pro-town role.
4) After the end of Day 3, I told Chaotix that I trusted him and gave him a secret code so that if I died I could ID pro-town roles to him in the thread without anyone noticing (since I have otherwise refused to give him pro-town role IDs for security purposes). On Night 4, I was attacked for the first time by the mafia. Looks like the mafia wanted me to use that code.
5) I roleblocked Chaotix on N5, and Yama did not kill for the first time in the game. Note that Yama's absense is not accounted for by Sasaki's death, because Yama appeared on N4, when I was blocking Sasaki.
Vote: Chaotix
Originally Posted by Chaotix, in pm quoted by TC
Really now, Chaotix. Mafiosi are lynched, period. If you're townie, you don't "use" them for whatever purpose, you take them out, period.
Vote : Chaotix
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
wow
vote: chaotix
That sounds like a VERY good case against him.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road,
but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely
chicken's dominion maintained. ~Machiavelli
Busted!
Vote:Chaotix
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
Never try to cross TinCow, he isn't the best and undefeated Lawyer in Washington DC for nothing.
Vote: Chaotix
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
And so the master plan begins....Vote:Chaotix
Chaotix did tell me about this supposed ability of his, and asked me if I would be prepared to give up my life to save someone more useful to the town cause. Frankly, I thought he was just testing me to see my reaction, and said that I would (which was true only to the extent that I would die to save someone who I knew to have a useful ability).
Since his death now seems assured (and fully deserved), I won't jump on the bandwagon right now. Instead, I'd going to vote: johnhughthom once more, in the hope that he'll give some reason for his latest unexplained vote.
Since when would Sasaki agree to die as a plain townie?
Faking PM's + faking role = scumtell
vote: Chaotix
This is stupid, give chaotix a chance to demonstrate his power. If he's lying it will be proven.
I'm still waiting for the other person to explain WHY I AM DEAD.
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road,
but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely
chicken's dominion maintained. ~Machiavelli
I don't want to be revived.
I just want to know why I'm dead, that's all. I want SOMEONE to explain why I ended up dying, when it was an ENORMOUS surprise to ME.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
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