Mafia IX: Triumph of the Mafia [Concluded]

[Thermal]

The next person who talks gets to die first.

Someone has to post after a post like this, which is why I'm pointing out how scummy it is, it helps mafia create confusion should what your saying come true, which if you are mafia isn't an issue...

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Subotan and Kagemusha are going to die tonight.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Subotan and Kagemusha are going to die tonight.

Sounds good, I'll get right on that. But not before Thermal dies. He's gotta go because he thinks I'm scummy. Can't be too careful.

[Thermal]

Sounds good, I'll get right on that. But not before Thermal dies. He's gotta go because he thinks I'm scummy. Can't be too careful.

Don't murder me, if you do I can't vote for you

[Askthepizzaguy]

Don't murder me, if you do I can't vote for you

After I kill you, I'd be sorely disappointed if this was used against me the next day as evidence that I did so. But you do realize that since you said you'd vote for me, I absolutely MUST kill you tonight.

If that does not happen, then people will doubt my murderous powers. So I must insist on killing you, and the method of your death will be:

Being dropped into a vat of molten mercury

[Secura]

Being dropped into a vat of molten mercury

That's hot.

[Thermal]

Being dropped into a vat of molten mercury

FINALLY, a reunion.

[Beskar]

Only thing is, I am probably only the vast minority who is laughing because of Pizza's statement for vastly different reasons.

[White_eyes:D]

Pizzaguy has the best death write-ups....

GH dying by the Queen is the best so far....

[Yeah, I think I'm going to need to start a "things we don't speak of" list - GH]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Will you people be quiet??? I'm trying to murder and all I hear is YAK YAK YAK.

The next person who talks gets to die first.

I kind of really wanted to be around when this was posted so I could have gotten the one after it.

[Thermal]

I kind of really wanted to be around when this was posted so I could have gotten the one after it.

I thought it would have been good if you were after I posted,

[Askthepizzaguy]

GH dying by the Queen is the best so far....

Bow chicka bow wow.... ROOOOOAAAAARRRR..... WAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!..... CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH.... yum.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The unmarked van was once again puttering through the sleepy streets, searching for its next target. After a few minutes of driving, the mafioso found a house he liked, parked it, and once again walked out.

*ding dong*

Centurion1, still dressed in his nightgown and sleeping cap, opened the door after about a minute. He wore a very drowsy expression on his face. "...yes...?" he mumbled.

"Accountant," said the man at the door, stepping into the house without being invited. "It's tax season, you know! Nowadays more people than ever are getting audited because they didn't file their taxes on time. You don't want the government taking more money just because you were a little late mailing some papers, do you?"

"I don't think that's much of a problem considering I'm likely to die in the next few days," Centurion said.

"Nonsense, nonsense," the accountant said, far too cheerily. "Say hypothetically for a moment that you survive this. You're alive, sure, but all of this is bound to be a traumatizing experience. You might even have PTSS afterwards. The last thing you're going to want to do is some soul-crushing pencil-pushing, right? No, you just want to relax and recuperate! So why don't you worry about staying alive and I worry about making sure your finances are in order?"

Centurion thought about it, but it was far too early to really mount a defense to this man's quick tongue. "Well... all right."

"Excellent, excellent," the account said, continuing his penchant for repeating the first statement in his speeches twice. "Now then, the first thing we need to worry about is excess paper. You really don't need more than ten or so sheets that tell you all about your finances, so the rest of it's just liable to get in your way and royally confuse you. So, today we're going to do nothing more than get rid of those papers. Do you have a shredder by any chance?" Centurion nodded, pointing to the room it was in. "Well, all right then," said the accountant, "let's head on over then, by all means!"

The two of them walked to the room that substituted for Centurion's office. In it were several filing cabinets and a small if serviceable paper shredder mounted over a trash can. Taking note of his surroundings, the accountant started directing Centurion. "Okay," he said, "why don't you go into that first cabinet on the left and bring me every paper in there?" Centurion complied, and as his back was to the accountant, the accountant made his way to the shredder and stealthily unplugged it.

"Here they are," said Centurion, turning around with a large handful of papers.

"Right," said the accountant, "Why don't you just start shredding them then?" Centurion did so, but quickly turned to the accountant.

"It doesn't work," he said. "That's odd, I was just playing with it a couple weeks ago and it seemed fine..."

"That brand of shredder is notoriously unreliable," the accountant said, quickly cutting Centurion off before he could think things through. "Here, I've got my own." He rummaged through his bag and somehow managed to pull out a very large, industrial-strength shredder that had no business fitting in a standard business bag. Upon seeing Centurion gaze upon the size of the shredder, he chuckled. "In my business, sometimes you have to shred a *lot* of paper. This bad boy takes care of the business quickly for you. Anyway, try it out for yourself!"

Centurion did so, noting the sharpness of the saws as he put his first pieces of paper in.

"Keep going, keep going!" the accountant said, smoothly stepping out from next to the trash can and moving behind Centurion. As Centurion got more and more involved in the task, the accountant decided it was finally time to act. He gave Centurion a little nudge and Centurion toppled over forward, falling over, before he could stop himself, directly into the industrial-strength shredder. The shredder was so efficient that it even was able to stop Centurion's guts from splashing out and ruining all the walls, instead having all of it collect in the trash can.

"Now that's efficient shredding," the mafioso said, walking back to his van.

The Frontroom Caves were for the most part unexplored. Most of the villagers regarded them as dark, dank, disgusting, and scary. Sure, they were interesting ecological features, but if asked, most of the villagers would say that some ecological features are best left to nature, and that's that.

Csargo was not one of these people, however. An amateur spelunker, he had explored the caves many times, finding lots of interesting features. He only indulged himself a couple of times a year, as spelunking equipment was expensive and difficult to maintain, but today was one of those days. Plus, he figured that the day's excursion would serve as a good hiding place for a mafia attack.

Entering the mouth of the cave, Csargo lowered himself down to the "atrium", if you will, and saw the usual paths: Left, right, and center. He had gone center and right many times, but never to the left. "Might as well today," he said to himself, and then headed left.

He quickly realized why he had usually headed to the right and center. While there was water to the right and lots of interesting paths and rocks in the center, the left path just kept going straight, deep into the cave, getting darker and darker. Ignoring a path off to the left which looked like it lead to a singular room, Csargo decided to keep heading straight. "I want to see how deep this cave actually goes," he said, and kept walking.

About thirty seconds later, a very large spider skittered by him. Stopping in his tracks, Csargo looked all around, wondering where the spider could possibly have come from. He was about to shake it off and keep walking when three more spiders, all relatively enormous, crawled by, one of them starting to climb up his leg before he hurriedly brushed it off.

It was at this point where Csargo realized exactly how far away from rescue he actually was. He had been walking down this path for a good fifteen minutes. The air was particularly dank and foul down here, as if there hadn't been very many disturbances to circulate it in a very long time. It was incredibly dark too, the only source of light seeming to come from...

"...that room off to the side," Csargo mentioned to himself, now wanting to get out of this cave as quickly as possible. "Maybe it's where the spiders are coming from, maybe there's an exit that nobody knows about!" He started running now, stopping at the room where he saw something he did not expect at all.

"Or maybe it's where somebody decided would be a good spot to park a giant box full of poisonous, hostile spiders," the mafioso said, carrying a torch and "inadvertently" dropping the box on the ground, allowing all the numerous spiders to crawl out and slowly, up Csargo. Screaming like a girl, he struggled to brush them off, but there were too many and then they started to bite. His screams grew shriller but they did nothing to placate the spiders, which had just brought him to his knees.

It was only when they had fully swarmed Csargo's body and were starting to eat his eyes did the mafioso leave and make his way back aboveground.

Later that day, Chief of Police Lemur gathered everyone in the Frontroom Square in order to make an announcement.

"All right people," he said. "Unfortunately, at least one of your choices these past two days was wrong, because we have two more deaths on our hands today. Centurion1 got shredded into oblivion and Csargo has gone missing, presumed dead. So, here we go again. Let's hope you're up to it, boys!"

"Wait a minute," shouted one villager, "How about you do some actual detective work on this for a moment? I mean, that had to be a big shredder in order to fully kill a person, right? Why not run a search on the shredder, get its serial number, and found out who bought it and where? You know, something that will actually get us somewhere!"

"Yeah!" a couple villagers shouted in agreement. "Stop leaving the burden on us!"

"Enough of this silly talk!" shouted Lemur. "Are you telling me you people have something against democracy? Against freedom? Are you telling me the Kingdom of Peace and Love doesn't believe in the value of individualism? Why do you hate freedom?"

Shamed into silence, the villagers once again began the task of voting.

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Still alive: (28)
Yaseikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
Secura
johnhughthom
Askthepizzaguy
Beefy187
Methos
White_eyes:D
Sigurd
Kagemusha
Subotan
Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Joooray
pevergreen
Renata
shlin28
Winston Hughes
Thermal Mercury
Cultured Drizzt fan
Ibn-Khaldun
woad&fangs
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
TinCow
Reenk Roink

Killed:
Crazed Rabbit
Andres
atheotes
Double A
Centurion1
Csargo

Executed:
Diamondeye
Chaotix

Note: Due to my sleep schedule, this round will last longer than usual so I don't have to be up until 2am a night before I have an 8:30 class. Therefore, the round will last 36 hours or so.

[seireikhaan]

Vote: Thermal Mercury

My school shattered roughly one billion brackets, so obviously good things are coming from my campus. Thus, I must be followed.


TM is also being far too polite and cautious in his debating.

[woad&fangs]

vote: Thermal Mercury I can't argue with Yaseikhaan's wisdom after the Kansas game. All hail the great and mighty UNI!

[Sasaki Kojiro]

From what I can make of GH's clues, either khaan or shlin is being implicated.

Vote:khaan for now, I'll try to do more analysis later.

[Beefy187]

Vote: Khaan

I once joined the bandwagon for Khaan.
To balance things up, I will vote against Khaan.

[Winston Hughes]

I'm still waiting for my reason... vote: Psychonaut

[shlin28]

From what I can make of GH's clues, either khaan or shlin is being implicated.

Vote:khaan for now, I'll try to do more analysis later.

Erm... I am being implicated?

Mind telling where is this 'clue'?

[Secura]

This is quite a turn of events; last night, Centurion advised me to take a look at what was actually being written because the style of killings was indicative of certain forum members. Of course, that doesn't help when I don't know half the players in this game. :<

Am I missing something here?

[naut]

Vote: spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Yes, that's my choice.

[pevergreen]

Vote: shlin28


According to the writeup, you did it.

[Ibn-Khaldun]

Vote: shlin28


According to the writeup, you did it.

And where does it say that? Please, point that out!

[Subotan]

This is quite a turn of events; last night, Centurion advised me to take a look at what was actually being written because the style of killings was indicative of certain forum members. Of course, that doesn't help when I don't know half the players in this game. :<

Am I missing something here?

Did he say which forum members?

[pevergreen]

And where does it say that? Please, point that out!

Twas a joke.

[Reenk Roink]

Vote: Atpg

[Reenk Roink]

wrong game

[Methos]

as spelunking equipment was expensive and difficult to maintain

Technically, its caving equipment, not spelunking equipment. Spelunkers are the idiots who go into a cave in their street clothes with one flashlight between them. Besides, caving gear isn't that hard to maintain. Spray it down with the hose until its clean enough that the wife won't get ticked off when I put it in the washer. Hehe.

[Askthepizzaguy]

TM is also being far too polite and cautious in his debating.

If Khaan said it, it must be true. The glorious Khaan has never been wrong to the best of my recollection.

vote: Thermal Mercury

[Secura]

Did he say which forum members?

Nope, he didn't; just told me to look hard at the write-ups, but I don't really know anyone's style well enough to make even the slightest guess. >.<