The "This Game Has Gone to Hell Already... Where Can it Go Next?" Final Vote Count
(5 to lynch)
Jobie - 5 (Chimpanzee, Jobie, carrion pigeons, Cubus, Ged)
You all walk up to Jobie quickly to finish the job you'd originally intended to. Jobie sighs and waits for you. A few minutes later, there's just a Jobie hanging from the rafters. A few minutes and a few precautionary kicks to the midsection later, you're satisfied he's stopped kicking.
Jobie, Kal, the Alien Menace - Mafia Roleblocker, has been lynched.
Actually... block Cubus... that way if Machin Shin doesn't die along with you, we can get him next period, and if he does and the game continues, we have enough people to "kill" Cubus.
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Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
Because Machin Shin is still not responding to my prods, I'm giving away his role to Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, with many thanks for coming in this late.
If you're wondering why I'm breaking with policy now, it's because there are only 4 players left.
25. Cubus 17. carrion_pigeons 20. LookingforReality Sutherlands 22. Machin Shin Niv-Mizzet the Firemind And dagger
Well i find it amazing that i havent posted in three months and am still in the game. i did get verry bored one day and read the entire thred (both of them.) and here is a bid of analysis of what is left:
First Dagger: i have no idea what dagger is or does other than his claim, i am told nothing about him. i honestly dont know if we're linked at all. so unless there is someting i dont know, i can't clear him, and he can't clear me. and hopefully we dont die together, unless i mussed something in my read, that was alot of info.
Next C_P: CP strikes off weird on me. even though he was a confirmed townie, personally i have the most suspsion on him. the last kill that was made in a break strikes me as weird:
Ged is lying in the center of the room, with a stake straight through his heart. Around him is a pentagram, in what you all fear is his own blood. The ring of blood glows in an eerie, evil color that makes Sutherlands turn around and give up his dinner. But that isn't the worst part of it.
Next to the symbol and man, in more of his blood, is a message that reminds you of why you are here: evil never dies.
does that not strike you as cult? it does to me. it did to me. he may have had a confirmed cop claim at the time, and possibly still does, but really, i think he is the most likley to be cult, he has avoided suspision for too long.
Cubis, cubis is weird. if i rember from my read, you guys have tried to kill cubis rom before, but it didn't work. cubis drives me nuts, but at this point i am more worried about the possibilty of C_P being cult than cubis eing weird.
Sutherlands: sutherlands strikes me as most likley to be cult. yuo may have a recent confirmation, but that raly menas nothng when you are culy. as far as i know, if you are cult you keep your abilities. so if you are you can claim your sacrifical ability, have the doc save you and remain happy cult. also we may be at Lynch or lose wit this thing, so we should really be careful as i dont know what will happen if you kill me and you fian out that you have killed a townie.
So let me get this straight:
1) You think you're not linked to Dagger
2) You have the most suspicion on CP and think he is "the most likley to be cult"
3) You think we have tried to kill Cubus
4) You think I am "most likley to be cult"
1) You and Dagger are the Narrator and Tyler Durden from fight club, which are the same person.
2) CP has a confirmed ability and the CL is dead
3) We haven't tried to kill Cubus
4) The cult leader is dead
I'm currently under a couple assumptions... they are:
1) Cubus being innocent means he does not have a killing role.
2) There is only one cult in this game
3) What CP told me about his ability was true
Where they could be wrong:
1) Cubus could be innocent because he hadn't killed yet
2) There is more than one cult in this game
3) CP really has an ability to have the mod post something
I don't think any of these are very likely, especially 2. The mafia already had a role that could give people dreams, so I'm inclined to believe CP.
So, that being said, Cubus is either town or neutral, CP is town, I am town, which leaves you two, which is why we're killing you too. Dagger has already expressed suspicion that you are the good old sibling roles.
I'm just waiting for Dagger to check in and RB someone, then I'll vote for him.
Oh... and also, your last post makes me think it's likely that you're mafia, so there's that, too. In fact, I'll just vote for you. Vote Niv
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Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
I'm not saying I think you're neutral. I'm saying since you are "innocent" you must not have a killing role, and therefore must be either town or neutral.
Vote for Niv please
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Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
well first i dont watch fight club, so i didnt recognise my role name. before you guys kill me let me ask this, you guys are killing me beacuse you think it will kill dagger and he is the last scum. i cast suspsion on everyone else beacuse i know i am not a scum or cult. so unless dagger is the scum and you are hoping to get him through me, i think that is a bad idea. at the cult comment, i didn't know that if the cul tleader dies the cutl returns to normal, if it does, then shame on me, but that last kill does NOT seem like a mafia kill to me. but i do see where you are coming from on siblings, and i dont think i can convince you to not kill me, especailly beacuse you think it will kill dagger. i just liooked up siblings, and i do think that if what you are saying is true, and i take daggerwith me, the game will be over, so, even i think that is good for the town. if you honestly think it would be good for the town, i will vote for myself, to kill dagger, but i would do that reluctantly. but if it was for the greater good, i would do it. also what happens if daggr does ot die with me, what do think you guys would do, beacuse killing me is killng a townie.
No, we would have been killing Dagger in order to kill you. If killing you doesn't kill him, we'll kill him in the Day thread. So if you want to vote for yourself so that we don't have to wait for Cubus to come back, be our guest.
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Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
Since you're viewing the thread: You're pretty much going to be lynched no matter what, so if you help us now, we don't have to wait and Xyre can post the end scene...
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Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
well i am pretty sure that my fate is sealed either way. for the recoord, i am town. also, that was the quickes game of mafia i have played. five posts and then i am dead. by my own doing in hopes that i kill dagger as a sibling. please Xyre, i hope dagger is my brother, otherwise, well there isnt much more i can say. but also, if the game is not over after this, adn i was right i will kick myself. but otherwise, my fate is sealed. and hopefuully Dagger is my Mafia brother, so this does make sence to me.
Vote Niv. beacuse it is the best play for the town. honestally.
bah everyone. go town. hope i jhust won the game for us. also, if there is still some cult running around. someone kick me after the game. also i made five whoule posts. thanks Xyre for putting me in, i have a feeling you did it beacuse you didn't want the game to end in a modkill ;-)
The "Ghost Husk" Final Vote Count
(3 to lynch)
Niv-Mizzet the Firemind - 3 (carrion pigeons, Sutherlands, Niv-Mizzet the Firemind)
The town sits in a small circle in the middle of the room, pondering the next move. In the end, they realize that the last scum has to be one of the guys from Fight Club, and so, to take out two birds with one stone, they turn on Niv-Mizzet. He argues with them fervently, but ultimately decides that defeating his other half is the greatest good.
He looks at carrion pigeons and sighs. "Do it."
"With pleasure." CP says. He pulls out a gun and shoots Niv in the gut several times. He gasps slightly and falls to the ground.
As you look at the body, you realize he was right - indeed, Dagger and Niv look quite alike. And so you've killed two people at once. But they weren't who you thought they were.
Dagger, The Narrator - Town Redirector, and Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, Tyler Durden - Town Doubler, have been lynched.
"The hell?" Sutherlands exclaims. "One of those two had to have been scum." He turns around slowly. "So if Cubus is town, and I'm town..."
"That's right, suckers." carrion pigeons says. He has a massive grin on his face, and he's still holding his handgun. "You should have known... never trust a guy in a gas mask."
And he shoots Sutherlands in the face, followed promptly by Cubus. Both fall to the ground into the pile of blood left by Niv.
CP dusts his pants off and turns to look at the masked men circling him. "Well, gents, I do believe that's a job well done. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving."
The masked men wordlessly step aside as CP left, cackling the entire time. And as he exited the building, he was greeted by his welcoming sign: the eternal blood red moon, glowing as it encompassed everything in blood.
Game over. Mafia win.
Carrion Pigeons was Emeru Mashaka, the Dark Sorcerer - Mafia Narrator/Mason.
Sutherlands was Sarah Oleander, the Guilty Victim - Town Martyr/Mason
Cubus was Richard Green, the Resurrected Soldier - Town Dead Man
Congratulations to carrion pigeons, Hyram, Jobie, and ZeDorkSlipeur.
Thank you very much for replacing in, by the way, Niv. Without you, I'd have really been in a bind as to what to do with everything. Plus I'd have to modkill a forth person.
I've lived here all my life; my parents nearly so. They've struggled to pull out a living. What they don't tell you when you immigrate to the United States is how hard it really is to make ends meet. My parents eventually pulled together everything they owned to open a small pho shop, which has done fairly well in this town, but it's cost them their lives together. Where they once had time for each other, now they just work. In my childhood, we didn't have a house. I slept in the kitchen of the store.
In school, my teachers told me I was a genius. That I needed to go to school. That I was the person who will change the world. The guy with more than 15 minutes of fame.
But my poor parents couldn't afford college, and I just couldn't pay for it. Nobody would issue loans to a pauper. So I made a decision. For my own life, for my parents.
I joined the army. They said they'd pay for me. Thank you, Mr. GI Bill of the 1940s.
And I was promptly shipped to Iraq.
The things I saw overseas... they changed me. When I got home, I saw insurgents around every corner. I always carried a gun, and threatened more than one person with death if they didn't start running.
Because, you see, I was scared. Scared of death. Because I couldn't do that to my poor, poor parents.
That's the haunting.
Name: Sgt. Matthew Park Allegiance:Town.
You have the following abilities:
1) The person who uses the first ability that targets you during the night will be killed by you. This doesn't prevent their ability from occurring. Keep this in mind.
2) Once during the game, you may send me a PM choosing a player. That player's abilities during the night must target you (regardless of who they originally targetted). If they fail to use their ability or are blocked, you will regain this ability (you only lose it if it succeeds).
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: If anyone's wondering how Cyan's killer survived while Cyan didn't, it's mostly Squiggler's fault. Note the "first" idea. This was based off of how abilities resolved: first the mafia roleblocker, then the town roleblocker, then non-kills, then kills. Because Squiggler's ability resolved "first", he died and the mafia member lived. This made Cyan less useful to the town than he might appear originally, although if Squiggler hadn't watched him, who knows how the game might have turned out?
My father was a magician; so was his father; so was his.
There are three things you can inherit: diseases, property, and a job. I was stuck with the latter. I had potential, dammit, much more than this waste of a life, pulling quarters out of ears and sawing people in half.
Pulling rabbits out of hats.
But you see, I really didn't have a choice. My father was a strict man. He put me on his knee one day, and said, "Raleigh, you will be a magician, just like me, just like my father before me, and his father."
"But papa, I don't wanna!" He belted me good for that.
But then I met this girl. Her name was Audrey. Shockingly beautiful, I was entranced, like a hypnotist's victim. And with her by my side, my magic improved. I felt like a different man. We were quite the pair: "Raleigh and Audrey, the Magicians".
So, as the story goes, we had a closing act that blew people away. It involved sawing her in half, blindfolded. It was foolproof.
What they don't say about foolproof things is how fools are so ingenious. Nothing's foolproof.
And when the saw came back soaked in blood, I realized I had made a mistake with my life.
"But papa..."
I'm not a magician anymore. At least, I don't do it for a living. I work in a bar, selling beer now. Sometimes, I'll pull a quarter out of a drunk's ear, and he'll be amazed.
But I can't go back and fix what I did. Audrey's still with me, but the only thing she says to me is, "Why did you kill me?"
That's the haunting.
Name: Raleigh Pine
Aligntment: Town.
You have the following abilities:
1) Once each 24 hours, you can create an "illusion" for another player. Send me a PM including what you want me to have then experience, and I will reformat it and send it to them as if it were a "night" result. Do note that I will review your PMs to ensure they aren't game breaking. This ability doesn't stop that player's other "night" result PMs from happening.
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: This is the same ability as ZeDorkSlipeur's. I was surprised at how little Bertrand used this ability, as it easily ranks as one of my two favorite roles in the game, along with the Narrator, and (I thought) was overall the most abusable.
Most of you have probably had a parent die. It's natural, of course. We pump people full of botox, we give them plastic surgery, we make them look better, we give them the best medicine money can buy, and they'll still die. Giant pieces of plastic, rotting in the ground.
But most of you haven't had a parent killed.
I was six, when my mother died. A young guy - must have been twenty or so - broke into our home and threatened us with a scary-looking gun. What he didn't realize was that my father was a cop. My father and the kid had a long standoff, until the kid, frightened by the situation, shot my mother right in front of me. My father blew the kid away, but mama was gone.
That was when I decided to become a police officer. To fight off these evils in the world.
I buried my father three days ago. He was doing his duty, you know, trying to stop those bastards who kidnapped little Jimmy. But one day, he came back to the station, and he was pale and clammy. I asked him what was going on... but he'd only say one thing...
"The haunting... the haunting..."
I sent him home to rest. And that night, I realized how stupid I was. I came home to find his head filled with holes, his gun at his side, and more blood than I'd hoped I'd ever see again. Like when mama died.
If you've never seen a person killed by a gun, you've never appreciated just how much blood the human body has. It's enough to drive a person...
...well, mad. Like my father.
And his words are stuck with me. They're all I have left.
That's the haunting.
Name: Lieutenant Marjorie O'Deuce Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) During each day, you may investigate a player's alignment. You will recieve this information at the beginning of the next night.
2) During each night, you may choose a player to kill. Send me that player's name via PM. This will happen at the beginning of the next day.
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: For starters, nobody apparently read the intro story I created for this game, as if they had, they'd have recognized that this was the daughter of the cop who was told to have been killed.
While this role looks really good, it's not. For starters, he's a miller. Next, he's an insane cop. And finally, the coup de grace: he's not a real vig. Instead, he's a "hitlist vig" - his first choice is made normally, but every shot after that is instead determined by the hitlist, which is just the player's list. For example, if the game was
1. John
2. Joe
3. Fred
and Chamber shot John first, then no matter who he shot next, Joe would be the one killed. Kinda bad for the town.
Overall, the town really got lucky when Hyram poisoned Chamber (more on that later), which is one reason why I thought the town had a chance in this game. Unfortunately, CP's tight play proved that wrong.
Nobody remembers, for example, how I once was a big man in the town. I was the police chief. La creme de la creme.
Damn, man, I was respected. People cared about ol' Marv.
I could walk into any barber shop in town, and they'd always tip their hats and say, "Mornin', Marv." And I would smile and tip my hat back. People were gentlemen. Considerate.
Not like these days. These days, it's all "screw this, ***** that".
And nobody cares about ol' Marv. All they cared about was that ungrateful bastard, O'Deuce.
He was sleazy, he was crude, he was always drunk. He was inconsiderate, he was a wiseass, and he never got the job done.
I'm actually kinda glad he's dead.
But no, the reason why ol' Marv isn't loved anymore is because he made one mistake. He didn't actually make the mistake himself, but others made it for him. Like the mayor. He was pocketing money from the city's education funds, and I pointed it out. Then the bastard set me up. And there I went. Nobody cared about ol' Marv's twenty years of perfect service, or how the mayor was a no-good-dirty-rotten bastard, but they did care about the setup. Very much.
But the mayor paid for it. Oh, he did. They never found his body.
And now that O'Deuce is dead, I couldn't be happier. Maybe they'll give me a parade. But more likely, they'll remember my mistake and throw me out on my ass again.
That's the haunting.
Name: Marv
Allegiance: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) Each day, you can investigate a player to determine if he or she is town or not. You will recieve the results at the beginning of the next night.
2) Each night, you can lock a player in his or her house. This roleblocks that player, and protects him or her from all abilities that would target him or her. In addition, that player cannot post or vote. This will take effect at the beginning of the next day.
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: Unlike chamber's role, this guy functioned as normal. I was surprised that he was lynched but CP got away with it.
I've been a doctor here for longer than you can remember. Probably longer than even your parents can remember. It's been a long, long time.
People have been going to me their whole lives. Cradle to grave, they say. How true. How very true.
And they say, "That's Dr. Paul. I've gone to him my whole life. And you know what they say? He's never made a mistake."
I wish that were true.
And they never say anything about those people who disappear. Oh, sure, they whisper about it, they wonder about it, they forget about it. There's not much left to do. It's a temporary fascination before they return to their lives.
And they never say anything about how those people who disappear always seem to have had appointments with Dr. Paul around that time. They never wonder why Dr. Paul was the last person to see them alive.
And they never say anything about how Dr. Paul is always digging holes in his backyard, or how he always has large bags in his trunk. Oh, heavens no. Dr. Paul's a good guy.
From cradle to grave. He's never made a mistake.
But this is my last dance. After this, I'm retiring, handing the reigns off. I can't take it anymore. The work of a perfect doctor is never done, until he's dead.
But sometimes, I can hear the whispers of the people I have lost and nobody remembers. In the willows, in the grass, in the wind. Always saying, "From cradle to grave, I've gone to Dr. Paul..." How true.
That's the haunting.
Name: Dr. Paul Hallow
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities.
1) You begin the game with 3 protection points. If you don't use an ability or your ability fails during a period, you gain one point.
2) Either day or night, you can spend 1 point to protect a player of your choice (including yourself) from the first kill that targets them that period other than lynches. This protection will begin at the beginning of the next period.
In a town as small as this one, people always whisper. After all, nobody wants to see what they fear. It scares them.
Like that man on the street, rolling dice and singing show tunes. They all secretly hate him. He's the "enemy". He "threatens" their children with his "vile" dice and his "despicable" show tunes.
I'm not like that. Well, not really.
I haven't had a home for a long time. Gambled it away. Lost it in a game of Hold 'em. How that guy had a flush, I'll never know.
I haven't had a family for a long time. Gambled it away. Lost it in a game of "Who Gives Up First, the Husband or the Wife?" She gave up first.
I haven't had a God for a long time. Gambled Him away. Lost Him in a game of Find the Bishop Sleeping With Your Wife.
People say I'm the enemy, but I'm just unfortunate. They never offer assistance; they just look away and whisper. About me. But they don't understand me.
They don't understand why I still roll the dice, why I still sing the songs.
Why I hide the gun in my bag.
Because I don't have a home, a family, or a God. They're all gone.
All I have left are the dice and the songs. And the whispers.
That's the haunting.
Name: Arthur Craig
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) At the beginning of each period, the mod will roll an X-sided die, where X is the number of votes required to lynch a player during that period. You have Y/2 votes during that period and it takes Y votes to lynch you, where Y is the number rolled on the die.
2) Once during the game, you can choose to have the mod reroll the die for that period.
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: This was what was up with the dice.
Also, I feel really sorry for SorryGuy for getting lynched when the die hit 1.
But they don't get the difference. I'm a healer, a doctor, a saint. But they only see me collecting ingredients and muttering under my breath, and they don't get the difference.
I'm a good person, I say, but that doesn't change their minds. They hide their children when I'm around, they curse me, and they treat me like, well, a witch. Those ignorant people wouldn't know a witch if it stabbed them in the head.
They always assume that I've done something when their kids get rashes. They don't care that the kids strayed into the poison oak, it's always the "witch's" fault. Damn them.
Even when I do them favors, like curing what ails them, they still curse me. They use me and abuse me. I'm currently living in my fifth home, the other four having burned down.
So I started giving them their just desserts. Poisoning their dogs. Giving their kids boiling fevers. Destroying their plants.
And they just hate me more, but I don't mind. But I can't stand the whispers. I'm followed by them, tormented by them. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I can only work on revenge.
That's the haunting.
Name: Jennifer Noble
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Each player has been assigned a random ingredient from the following list (without their knowledge):
Baby's Breath
Clover
Rose
Sunflower
Each period, you can go into a player's room and take whichever ingredient he or she has.
2) If you don't look in a player's room for an ingredient, during a period, you can instead use ingredients you have to cast a spell. This consumes those ingredients (it only takes one portion of each ingredient to cast a spell). They are
Kill a player: Rose + Clover
Block a player's abilities: Baby's Breath + Rose
Redirect a player's abilities to a player of your choice: Rose + Sunflower
Learn a player's alignment: Baby's Breath + Clover
Protect a player from kills: Sunflower + Baby's Breath
You get an extra vote during the next period: Sunflower + Clover
Life's a joke to us. We haven't experienced it. It's nothing interesting anymore.
I mean, sure, don't get me wrong, it's nice living
as opposed to the... alternative.
But it's like telling a baby, "Okay, welcome to life. Now, are you ready to experience it?" And it's not like this lunk helps either.
I appreciate that, Zen. Seriously.
I bet, Asher.
But seriously, it's like you're saying, "Okay, you're alive.
Now are you ready to die?"
Nobody's ever ready to die.
But when you haven't lived, I guess it makes sense.
Because we aren't real, y'know? We're just...
...clones.
Yeah.
It's like you're saying, "You don't deserve life."
It's like saying, "You shouldn't be alive".
You've never experienced that, so you wouldn't understand.
But we know. And you can tell. We say, "Oh, we're twins", but you know. And Father makes it too bluntly obvious--
Stop it.
I'm serious. Having a scientist for a father makes hiding the truth that much harder. It's like saying, "You're a statue of Napoleon when we could have the real thing". Sometimes, you just want--
To kill the guy. Yeah. That's the haunting.
arimnaes: Name: Asher
Alignment: Town
squiggler Name: Zen
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Both of you are controlled by the same person, so essentially, you two can converse like regular masons, in a different way.
2) In addition, you can converse with Dr. Ryan Brown (Wrath of Dog).
Good luck to both of you.
MOD NOTE: Before the game began but after arimnaes had signed up, I offered him a guaranteed slot in the game if he'd be this role, which he accepted. The idea of saying that Squiggler was a player from another site was given to arim by me so his role wouldn't fall apart.
After this ****, I'm never drinking ever, ever again.
I mean, c'mon, I don't even live here! I just go to the university down the road, twenty minutes. I live in another freaking telephone code. That's how different I am from this walking sideshow.
I just had a couple of bears, y'know? No harm, everyone does it. And then I had to drop a friend off at her house. And you know how that goes, she's drunk too, and you can't say, "oh, you should drive, because I'm in NO state to drive..."
That's just not how it works.
So, I drop this girl off, and start heading back, but you know, I'm bobbing and weaving, and there's nobody on the road, so I'm thinking, "Okay, this is cool", and then suddenly, these guys wearing gas masks pull me off the road, say they're in the FBI, and demand my license, registration, and "papers". And they kept calling each other a variation of "Nick"; Nick, Nicky, Nicko, Nicholas, Mick, Nickster. Had I not been scared out of my effin mind, I'd have been laughing my ass off.
So then they brought me here, and all this time, I'm telling these faceless guys, "Jeez, I don't live here, can I just go?" and they kept asking me for my papers, and I don't know what the hell they're talking about, so they put me here.
You ever spent days on end in a jail cell in the middle of nowhere? It's awful. There's nobody around, so you're just sittin' there, and the only thing I can think is, "Jesus, I'm missing my Biology final".
And, why isn't anyone coming for me? Where's the national guard when you need them?
...oh, that's right. Iraq. Sigh...
And I can tell they're there. They're watching, I can feel it. I shout, I plead, and I beg, but these ghosts, these faceless men, they don't respond.
That's the haunting.
Name: Trevor West
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You are NOT allowed to post in the threads, on pain of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Rather than post, you can PM the mod posts which you'd like to see appear in the thread. You cannot indicate who you are, why the mod's posting, or anything of that nature. The mod will essentially act like you, but will not post anything you don't send him (although I will bump you if you don't send me anything). Votes for the mod count as votes for you, and abilities that target the mod affect you. You can still vote regularly.
3) In addition, once each period, if a player with an investigation ability uses that ability, you will also learn the result of that ability (but not who used it, or if it's completely credible).
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: Ah, yes, the contentious role...
Arimnaes got it right. All I did was post PMs that DYH sent to me, acting like I was a mod/player. That's it, nothing fancy (although I got a kick out of how much DYH goaded Cyan).
Before you ask, I made sure he didn't do anything insane (like tampering with vote counts and whatnot), so it wouldn't immediately turn players off. I knew for a fact that if that happened, the game would implode. Indeed, it nearly did anyway.
It takes a village to raise a child. It only takes two people to make one.
...wait, scratch that. One. I should know - it's my business.
And hey, the people in the village may resent me for creating unnatural life, but I tell them, "It's my job". And hey, my children may resent me for putting them out into the world without a foundation or any real-world experience, but I tell them, it's my job.
And I used to be such a nice person. Wait, scratch that, no I wasn't.
I was that kid you saw at the playground with a magnifying glass, setting ants on fire. I was that kid who disrespected his elders and teachers. My parents eventually decided I didn't get it.
So, one night, they took me to a graveyard, and dug up a body. And then they presented Mr. Collins Fisher to me, in all his decaying glory, and said that if I didn't shape up good, I'd be taking a long nap with Mr. Fisher. A long, long nap.
I didn't sleep much that night. I didn't sleep much at all after that night. My parents forgot they did that, and Mr. Fisher's still sleeping peacefully (if he ever did at all), but I almost never slept after that. I was a man possessed. Nobody would go near me, and eventually, I decided I needed some companionship. Hell, even dogs wouldn't stick around for long.
So I went back to that graveyard, and took Mr. Fisher's arm. Nothing much; he wouldn't miss it. And using the DNA from that decayed piece of flesh, I created life.
Sure, people reviled me for it. And sure, my sons are ashamed of me. And sure, my parents and I don't speak now.
But the only thing that matters to me is Mr. Fisher. He chases me wherever I go. Like my sons. Sometimes, you really can fear that which you yourself create.
And I still cannot sleep.
That's the haunting.
Name: Dr. Ryan West
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You can communicate with your "sons" Asher (arimnaes) and Zen (squiggler).
2) In addition, once each period, you can send one of them to follow another player and learn if that player uses any abilities. If both Asher and Zen are dead, you can't use this ability.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I was hoping the flavor established in his role PM and in their role PM would make them suspicious of each other. That didn't work. Ah well.
If you aren't anything but white and haven't ever lived in the Midwest, you don't know what it's like to be me.
They hate me. Man, it's been, what, five years now? and they still distrust me.
Like, take last weekend. I offered to watch my neighbor's kids while they were in Vegas for a week. They thought about that for a moment, and then, with a look of unease, said, "No thanks, we have someone who can look after them." Like I'm some kind of pedophile.
Like, take last month. I offered to fix my other neighbor's car when it wouldn't start. Give it a jump, change his oil, whatever. That's the kind of guy I am. But this guy, you know what he said? He said, "I think I'd rather trust a professional to do that". Like I'm some kind of, well...
...terrorist.
And the truth is, in any other situation, I wouldn't be.
Think about that for a moment, then continue.
You know what the worst part of being me is? It's the fact that, after living here for four years, they still think I'm some kind of animal. My tan skin, my frequent prayers, and my kindness are repaid with hatred.
They don't say it, specifically, but I know. And as much as I try to pretend I'm a nice guy, they return that by pretending they aren't racists.
I can move anywhere in this great nation, live in Nome, Alaska, for all I care, and they'll still be wary. I'm an endangered species, but there's no act for me. And I always have to worry that one of them has a gun for me when he finally snaps.
That's the haunting.
Name: Ahmed Alkanazar
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You are required to, after your first post, always be voting for a player, on pain of modkill. You also cannot vote No Lynch; if the town would vote No Lynch, you will die. Keep that in mind.
2) During each period, you can choose a player. That player must vote for the player of your choice during the next period (he cannot vote No Lynch). That player will be told that if he unvotes, he will be killed.
My momma always said, "Jimmy, you're so crazy, sometimes I think you've got the devil in ya." Until the day she died, she never knew how right she was.
My father was a pastor, and thus, we always went to church. And this isn't your modern "Jesus only cares if we pray for an hour" thing. My mother and my father took religion seriously. I suspect that's why they married each other; because nobody else would put up with them.
I was constantly indoctrinated with the teachings in the Bible. Hell, I had to read it cover-to-cover. I don't remember much of it, but I did learn one thing:
God's a crazy son-of-a-*****. And his sense of humor is very scary sometimes.
God also probably has a vicious sense of irony; I suspect that's why my mother was so afraid of me. I never was a well-liked kid; indeed, the kids at school kept their distance whenever possible. People in general have never been attracted to me, actually. They say it's something about my eyes; they're always half-past-bloodshot, and I've always got that "I'm gonna kill somebody" air around me.
And yet, I was a very normal kid. At least, that was my perspective... until I had a dream which told me to kill my mother. And well... I did. And then I ran.
See, there're some things in life that you just can't control. Me, well... I've got the devil in me. And he's as crazy as God, and at least as evil. And he and I are one.
That's the haunting.
Name: Jimmy Card
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities.
1) In each post, you must act like, well, you're possessed. I'll leave this open-ended, but do try to stick with it.
2) You also have a one-time nightkill immunity. Just an added benefit of being something unnatural.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: If Kenji had died, Swinkee would have gained the nightkill ability and become the SK (losing his town win condition of course).
I realized my full potential a week ago, because I shot my boss. In retrospect, he'd deserved if for a long time. I remember he was wearing the Thursday tie, he asked for something he shouldn't have, I snapped and blew him away. And then I ran.
I asked Tyler for advice, and his advice was to run. It wasn't a bad idea. And the fifth rule is that you have to trust Tyler, so I ran.
You may be wondering who I am, but the first rule is that you don't ask questions, so shut up. That's how Project Mayhem works.
So I came here, to your very lovely hole-in-the-wall city. Hole-in-the-wall cities are a lot like hole-in-the-wall stores. Even when they're good, they're awful. The paint's peeling, the place is musty, and no matter how good the service or product is, you have the feeling that you shouldn't have come in in the first place. It's that kind of effect your town has on me. Don't get me wrong, you make a mean Reuben, but there's something about this place that just gets in my head.
But that's beside the point. I'm making excuses, and the third rule is no excuses. In the end, I needed to come here and I came.
But this place gets into my amnesia-shattered, well-battered brain. It makes you feel like you're never alone and always abandoned. It's that kind of effect that makes it so I can't leave. That, and the men in the gas masks. But that's another story.
And the second rule is no questions. So don't ask.
I've realized something about myself here: there's a piece of everyone we carry around with ourselves; those fractured memories of those times when we felt most happy and most dead at once. And I carry those wherever I go.
The fifth rule is no lies. I've given you none. Only regrets.
That's the haunting.
Name: The Narrator
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You may only post during the Day, on pain of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Once each day, you may change the target of a player's abilities, if that player targets a single player, to another player. This will happen at the beginning of the night.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: If Tyler died, so would the Narrator, considering they're, you know, the same person.
I'm a no-good bastard. I've been told by more than one person that I'm a blunt instrument. More than one psych.
And my favorite response to that assertion?
I argue that I'm not the blunt instrument, they are. They sit around their house, thumbing through Home and Garden or whatever piece of crap they order to thumb through. You don't need a television anymore to survive in America. The catalog has taken out the entertainment and left the interesting part; an endless amount of commercial opportunity. Take, for example, I'll argue, this lovely number I'm sitting on: I think this one's from one of those designer catalogs that promise only "authentic Italian leather" or whatever is chic these days, and you thought, "oh, that sounds good for my patients to drone on on every day", and so you bought two, plus the matching footrests. Because it had to be perfect.
You say I'm the blunt instrument, I argue, but in reality, it's you. You're so accepting of your own dumb wonder at how, for just four installments of one hundred dollars, plus shipping and handling, you can have an amazing set of golf clubs that work like they're made of cheap plastic. So what do you do? You go buy some more. Or, if you're a woman, you buy whatever it is you enjoy buying. Either way, you're the blunt instrument.
The shrink usually has no argument against this, and indeed, the guaranteed Italian leather has nothing either, so I excuse myself for lunch.
Maybe in a world of psychos, only the crazy man is sane. And that's probably me.
But I'm not crazy; I just have a few problems to fix. And these problems will be fixed, like it or not. I just need to keep working on it.
That's the haunting.
Name: Tyler Durden
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) You may only post at Night, on penalty of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Each night, you can choose to double the effect of a player's ability, if he or she uses one. This will effect abilities that take effect at the beginning of the next Day. Keep in mind this may double mafia effects as well.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: See above. Also, if a targetted ability was doubled, the player who used it would be informed of the doubling and have the opportunity to choose another target before I would start the day.
But that's wrong too. Because, you see, I'm not alive. In fact, I haven't been alive for almost a century and a half.
You've probably learned 'bout the Civil War. Well, I was one of the millions of men drafted into that war. I went to go fight Mr. General Lee and kissed my momma goodbye. And then I caught a bullet at Bull Run. Didn't even see the first month end.
So my family brought my body home and buried it. And my soul was sad. I saw my momma cry. I saw my brothers stand there, still as statues. And I didn't see my poppa; he was on the front lines.
I'd lose two of my brothers and my poppa in that awful war I didn't start. Hell, I didn't have anything to do with it. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, a war's always the wrong place and the wrong time. But my soul wouldn't leave; it stayed put and watched.
I watched through two world wars, a depression, a housing boom, the hippie era... and on and on, all I could do was watch.
But now, today, I've discovered something: I'm free. Whatever was holding me back is gone. And, while being dead isn't the best of lives, it's still as close to living as I can get. But I miss my time. I can't go back to who I was.
That's the haunting.
Name: Richard Green
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) You are, for all intents and purposes, dead. You will be listed as dead in the player's list, even when you're "alive". However, you can still post, vote, etc. When you're killed for real, you'll be placed in the correct spot on the dead player's list.
2) As an added advantage to being dead, the town can't lynch you (because, well, it's hard to get a noose around your neck). Keep in mind, though, that you still can be killed.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I was amazed by how much suspicion he drew without being lynched.
Come on, nonconfirmed masonry and you trust them to the death?
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I love Joboman, Poggy, Niv, and Vezok, because, while they may not be the best players, they still try to win. Having fun is the most important thing to a game, but I've learned that if you don't try to win, then you're ruining everyone else's fun.
You've seen the movies, right? The most cliche of slasher movies?
Like Friday the 13th. Like Halloween. Like Scream. And on, and on, and on.
You know how those movies work. You get a bunch of people together, and then start killing them. One... by... one.
Well, I'm stuck here, in my own slasher movie, and I doubt I'm getting out, so I'll say this now: I've made some mistakes.
You ever seen those little crosses people leave on the sides of the road? You know, when a teenager gets a crazy idea that maybe a few beers and a few of his drunken buddies and a car make a perfect combination, so he drives himself and his buddies off a cliff.
You ever been to a funeral for a person who died from his own stupidity? It's hard to keep from laughing. The guy's sister stands up, and in between bouts of crying, tells everyone how amazing her brother was, and blah blah blah. It's enough to, well, kill somebody.
But there're also those situations where the crosses on the streets don't mean that someone died from their own idiocy. There're those where it was a bad move. Or he had something to prove. Or someone else did.
Like, when you decide an ex has spited you for the last time, so you cut the brake line on his car so when he goes to visit his girl down the coast, he goes flying off the edge of a cliff. Another cross on the side of the road.
You get my drift. Like I said, I've made some mistakes. And like I said, I think running from those mistakes might be the last thing I'll do.
You ever seen those movies? Usually, nobody survives. Maybe one key character necessary for a sequel, but other times, nobody. And that's probably going to be my story.
But maybe, just maybe, I can make some reparations. For the mistakes that have chased me halfway across a continent.
That's the haunting.
Name: Sarah Oleander
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Once during the game, you can have all killing abilities during the next period directed onto you. Sure, that pretty much guarantees your death, but you might be able to buy some time for the town.
2) During your short time here, you've befriended a nice guy who might be able to help you out (carrion pigeons). You can communicate with him via PM.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I never realized that he might partner up with Ged to make his first ability amazingly powerful. Carrion Pigeons actually complained at one point during the game about this interaction (he didn't know it was only a 1-shot deal), and I myself was worried I'd broken the game. It wasn't the first time I'd thought that. More on that later.
The four of you sit, fidgeting a bit in the stuffy chairs in the conference room. Kal turns to look at the rest of you, his wide, pitch-black eyes never blinking as he takes you in.
The warlock. The insane investigator. The illusionist. All of them made mistakes at one point, and well, that's why you're here.
A man wearing a gas mask walks into the room and closes the door. He looks at each of you in turn, then sighs. It comes out hollow through the mask.
"Welcome to Area 51, gentlemen. I trust we all know what we're doing here?"
Welcome to the mafia. You've probably by now received your role PM, so you understand who you are and maybe why you're here. In this wasteland of a town.
As the mafia, you have certain abilities:
1) Each night, you can choose a player among you to perform the mafia's kill. That player must specifically PM me saying "the mafia wishes to kill X". I only will expect one of these PMs; if I receive another, I will assume that that player is now the one performing the kill. Having said that, let me inform you that the mafia kill counts as your ability during the night; you can't use any of your other abilities if you perform the kill.
2) You are allowed to communicate via PM during the game, whenever you feel like it. Hell, start now.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I'd very carefully assembled the flavor for the game, but I realized I left too many fragments out, so for anyone who's still confused, here's the idea: the masked men (myself included) are government agents who were actually supporting the mafia in their attempt to stop a pressing issue in the midwest. Yeah, I know it makes no sense and kind of insinuates I was modkilling as something other than mod. Well...
You ever been near Area 51? It's a spooky place, for sure, but for all the wrong reasons. It's so damn quiet, man. The US Government's good at one thing: making sure nobody really gets why the place exists.
But having spent something to the effect of forty years in the place, I can safely say it's a dull existence. The guards don't care, and none of them especially are interested in playing bridge. They laugh at my ideas to play bridge, even when I tell them I'm the intergalactic bridge champion. Asses.
But then they gave me an assignment. They don't do that normally, so I was thrilled. I had no idea it could get me killed. Sigh.
Those men in the masks have no sense of humor. But maybe, just maybe, if I finish this job, they'll send me home. I would like that. To be away from the men in gas masks would be a treasure worth a million years in Area 51. Because I can never quite trust the faceless men. They're shifty, all of them, and I know there's a catch, but I can't figure it out.
That's the haunting.
Name: Kal
Alignment: Mafia
You have the following abilities:
1) Once each period, you can determine what abilities a player of your choice uses. After you learn this, you have the option to block that ability during that period.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: The majority of the delays between day and night or vica-versa were because of Jobie. Also, in case you don't get it, Kal's an alien. The mafia were, respectively, an illusionist, a dark sorcerer, an alien, and an insane government agent.
Eight hundred years ago, what I can do would have me feared. You'd have legends written about you. You know Merlin? I read about him. The real Merlin was a pretty good guy, although he was rather untalented as far as I'm concerned.
Four hundred years ago, what I can do would have me stoned. You'd be branded a "warlock". And, as much as I appreciate the thought, the idea of death doesn't quite appeal as much. People wondered why their sheep kept disappearing without a sound, so they blamed the faith healer. Obviously.
Two hundred years ago, what I can do would have me ridiculed. It's a hard life convincing people who never knew a life better than farming and dying that you can make their lives better with a snap of your fingers.
One hundred years ago, what I can do would have me mocked. People like me are those people you see in sideshows. "Come see the amazing Emeru Mashaka, the Wizard of the East!" And they'd throw fruit rinds at me and taunt me, like I'm some kind of animal.
Fifty years ago, what I can do would have me arrested. Magic, as harmless as it seems, is a communist threat, apparently. Thank you Mr. Joseph McCarthy.
But today... what I can do can make me a legend. A power to be reckoned with. But the men who tell me where to go could also be the men who turn on me as fast as they gave me this chance.
That's the haunting.
Name: Emeru Mashaka
Alignment: Mafia
You have the following abilities:
1) Once in the game, you can essentially write the morning scene (the scene in which the players who have been killed are revealed). PM me at any time saying you would like to write the scene. I'd suggest you have ideas in mind before you do this. You are required to post a) who died, and b) who they were. Other than that, the possibilities are endless, but do keep in mind that if I judge what you send me too rules-bending, I'll ask you to revise it.
2) Also, you've befriended a girl here who might be of assistance to you (LookingforReality). She thinks you're a really nice guy. You can communicate with her via PM. But keep this in mind: she doesn't know who you really are.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: And now we come to my other favorite role in the game. I've had this role for a long time, ever since my first stab at a specialty, Detective Mafia. I really, really love how much this role plays with information, and coupled with the illusionists and the mod-as-player, I felt that was a pretty good theme (and hey, I did give you ample warning about not trusting the mod, right?!). I was really surprised by how CP executed this role, however, but it ended up working spectacularly. I don't see how the town lynched one cop over another, but hey, that's mafia.
No one hammer. I'm contemplating action.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Vote Jobie.
(5 to lynch)
Jobie - 5 (Chimpanzee, Jobie, carrion pigeons, Cubus, Ged)
You all walk up to Jobie quickly to finish the job you'd originally intended to. Jobie sighs and waits for you. A few minutes later, there's just a Jobie hanging from the rafters. A few minutes and a few precautionary kicks to the midsection later, you're satisfied he's stopped kicking.
Jobie, Kal, the Alien Menace - Mafia Roleblocker, has been lynched.
The next scene will be up shortly.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
But you are pleased to discover that the mafia has spared you another grim scene. There are no new bodies in the main hall.
And, as you stand here, you are sure that this night will be the last night you will have to fear. It ends here.
The final hour begins.
Continue.
EDIT: Also, I may have a replacement for Machin because I'm not willing to wait and this guy says he's paying attention.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
If you're wondering why I'm breaking with policy now, it's because there are only 4 players left.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
17. carrion_pigeons
20.
LookingforRealitySutherlands22.
Machin ShinNiv-Mizzet the FiremindAnd dagger
Well i find it amazing that i havent posted in three months and am still in the game. i did get verry bored one day and read the entire thred (both of them.) and here is a bid of analysis of what is left:
First Dagger: i have no idea what dagger is or does other than his claim, i am told nothing about him. i honestly dont know if we're linked at all. so unless there is someting i dont know, i can't clear him, and he can't clear me. and hopefully we dont die together, unless i mussed something in my read, that was alot of info.
Next C_P: CP strikes off weird on me. even though he was a confirmed townie, personally i have the most suspsion on him. the last kill that was made in a break strikes me as weird:
does that not strike you as cult? it does to me. it did to me. he may have had a confirmed cop claim at the time, and possibly still does, but really, i think he is the most likley to be cult, he has avoided suspision for too long.
Cubis, cubis is weird. if i rember from my read, you guys have tried to kill cubis rom before, but it didn't work. cubis drives me nuts, but at this point i am more worried about the possibilty of C_P being cult than cubis eing weird.
Sutherlands: sutherlands strikes me as most likley to be cult. yuo may have a recent confirmation, but that raly menas nothng when you are culy. as far as i know, if you are cult you keep your abilities. so if you are you can claim your sacrifical ability, have the doc save you and remain happy cult. also we may be at Lynch or lose wit this thing, so we should really be careful as i dont know what will happen if you kill me and you fian out that you have killed a townie.
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Vote C_P
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1) You think you're not linked to Dagger
2) You have the most suspicion on CP and think he is "the most likley to be cult"
3) You think we have tried to kill Cubus
4) You think I am "most likley to be cult"
1) You and Dagger are the Narrator and Tyler Durden from fight club, which are the same person.
2) CP has a confirmed ability and the CL is dead
3) We haven't tried to kill Cubus
4) The cult leader is dead
I'm currently under a couple assumptions... they are:
1) Cubus being innocent means he does not have a killing role.
2) There is only one cult in this game
3) What CP told me about his ability was true
Where they could be wrong:
1) Cubus could be innocent because he hadn't killed yet
2) There is more than one cult in this game
3) CP really has an ability to have the mod post something
I don't think any of these are very likely, especially 2. The mafia already had a role that could give people dreams, so I'm inclined to believe CP.
So, that being said, Cubus is either town or neutral, CP is town, I am town, which leaves you two, which is why we're killing you too. Dagger has already expressed suspicion that you are the good old sibling roles.
I'm just waiting for Dagger to check in and RB someone, then I'll vote for him.
Oh... and also, your last post makes me think it's likely that you're mafia, so there's that, too. In fact, I'll just vote for you. Vote Niv
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Everyone else is cleared. I like how you attempt to cast suspicion on every single other player, though. Gogo Matrix!
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Vote for Niv please
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
(3 to lynch)
Niv-Mizzet the Firemind - 2 (carrion pigeons, Sutherlands)
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
Vote Niv. beacuse it is the best play for the town. honestally.
bah everyone. go town. hope i jhust won the game for us. also, if there is still some cult running around. someone kick me after the game. also i made five whoule posts. thanks Xyre for putting me in, i have a feeling you did it beacuse you didn't want the game to end in a modkill ;-)
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(3 to lynch)
Niv-Mizzet the Firemind - 3 (carrion pigeons, Sutherlands, Niv-Mizzet the Firemind)
The town sits in a small circle in the middle of the room, pondering the next move. In the end, they realize that the last scum has to be one of the guys from Fight Club, and so, to take out two birds with one stone, they turn on Niv-Mizzet. He argues with them fervently, but ultimately decides that defeating his other half is the greatest good.
He looks at carrion pigeons and sighs. "Do it."
"With pleasure." CP says. He pulls out a gun and shoots Niv in the gut several times. He gasps slightly and falls to the ground.
As you look at the body, you realize he was right - indeed, Dagger and Niv look quite alike. And so you've killed two people at once. But they weren't who you thought they were.
Dagger, The Narrator - Town Redirector, and Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, Tyler Durden - Town Doubler, have been lynched.
"The hell?" Sutherlands exclaims. "One of those two had to have been scum." He turns around slowly. "So if Cubus is town, and I'm town..."
"That's right, suckers." carrion pigeons says. He has a massive grin on his face, and he's still holding his handgun. "You should have known... never trust a guy in a gas mask."
And he shoots Sutherlands in the face, followed promptly by Cubus. Both fall to the ground into the pile of blood left by Niv.
CP dusts his pants off and turns to look at the masked men circling him. "Well, gents, I do believe that's a job well done. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving."
The masked men wordlessly step aside as CP left, cackling the entire time. And as he exited the building, he was greeted by his welcoming sign: the eternal blood red moon, glowing as it encompassed everything in blood.
Game over. Mafia win.
Carrion Pigeons was Emeru Mashaka, the Dark Sorcerer - Mafia Narrator/Mason.
Sutherlands was Sarah Oleander, the Guilty Victim - Town Martyr/Mason
Cubus was Richard Green, the Resurrected Soldier - Town Dead Man
Congratulations to carrion pigeons, Hyram, Jobie, and ZeDorkSlipeur.
Roles and explanations to be posted shortly.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Also, sorry guys for not protecting myself the night I got killed. That was just... dumb as hell.
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC
Hey, you! Yeah, you behind the computer screen! You're unconstitutional.
America == Velociraptor
Play IRC mafia. (/join #mafia)
In school, my teachers told me I was a genius. That I needed to go to school. That I was the person who will change the world. The guy with more than 15 minutes of fame.
But my poor parents couldn't afford college, and I just couldn't pay for it. Nobody would issue loans to a pauper. So I made a decision. For my own life, for my parents.
I joined the army. They said they'd pay for me. Thank you, Mr. GI Bill of the 1940s.
And I was promptly shipped to Iraq.
The things I saw overseas... they changed me. When I got home, I saw insurgents around every corner. I always carried a gun, and threatened more than one person with death if they didn't start running.
Because, you see, I was scared. Scared of death. Because I couldn't do that to my poor, poor parents.
That's the haunting.
Name: Sgt. Matthew Park
Allegiance: Town.
You have the following abilities:
1) The person who uses the first ability that targets you during the night will be killed by you. This doesn't prevent their ability from occurring. Keep this in mind.
2) Once during the game, you may send me a PM choosing a player. That player's abilities during the night must target you (regardless of who they originally targetted). If they fail to use their ability or are blocked, you will regain this ability (you only lose it if it succeeds).
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC
There are three things you can inherit: diseases, property, and a job. I was stuck with the latter. I had potential, dammit, much more than this waste of a life, pulling quarters out of ears and sawing people in half.
Pulling rabbits out of hats.
But you see, I really didn't have a choice. My father was a strict man. He put me on his knee one day, and said, "Raleigh, you will be a magician, just like me, just like my father before me, and his father."
"But papa, I don't wanna!" He belted me good for that.
But then I met this girl. Her name was Audrey. Shockingly beautiful, I was entranced, like a hypnotist's victim. And with her by my side, my magic improved. I felt like a different man. We were quite the pair: "Raleigh and Audrey, the Magicians".
So, as the story goes, we had a closing act that blew people away. It involved sawing her in half, blindfolded. It was foolproof.
What they don't say about foolproof things is how fools are so ingenious. Nothing's foolproof.
And when the saw came back soaked in blood, I realized I had made a mistake with my life.
"But papa..."
I'm not a magician anymore. At least, I don't do it for a living. I work in a bar, selling beer now. Sometimes, I'll pull a quarter out of a drunk's ear, and he'll be amazed.
But I can't go back and fix what I did. Audrey's still with me, but the only thing she says to me is, "Why did you kill me?"
That's the haunting.
Name: Raleigh Pine
Aligntment: Town.
You have the following abilities:
1) Once each 24 hours, you can create an "illusion" for another player. Send me a PM including what you want me to have then experience, and I will reformat it and send it to them as if it were a "night" result. Do note that I will review your PMs to ensure they aren't game breaking. This ability doesn't stop that player's other "night" result PMs from happening.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
But most of you haven't had a parent killed.
I was six, when my mother died. A young guy - must have been twenty or so - broke into our home and threatened us with a scary-looking gun. What he didn't realize was that my father was a cop. My father and the kid had a long standoff, until the kid, frightened by the situation, shot my mother right in front of me. My father blew the kid away, but mama was gone.
That was when I decided to become a police officer. To fight off these evils in the world.
I buried my father three days ago. He was doing his duty, you know, trying to stop those bastards who kidnapped little Jimmy. But one day, he came back to the station, and he was pale and clammy. I asked him what was going on... but he'd only say one thing...
"The haunting... the haunting..."
I sent him home to rest. And that night, I realized how stupid I was. I came home to find his head filled with holes, his gun at his side, and more blood than I'd hoped I'd ever see again. Like when mama died.
If you've never seen a person killed by a gun, you've never appreciated just how much blood the human body has. It's enough to drive a person...
...well, mad. Like my father.
And his words are stuck with me. They're all I have left.
That's the haunting.
Name: Lieutenant Marjorie O'Deuce
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) During each day, you may investigate a player's alignment. You will recieve this information at the beginning of the next night.
2) During each night, you may choose a player to kill. Send me that player's name via PM. This will happen at the beginning of the next day.
Good luck.
While this role looks really good, it's not. For starters, he's a miller. Next, he's an insane cop. And finally, the coup de grace: he's not a real vig. Instead, he's a "hitlist vig" - his first choice is made normally, but every shot after that is instead determined by the hitlist, which is just the player's list. For example, if the game was
1. John
2. Joe
3. Fred
and Chamber shot John first, then no matter who he shot next, Joe would be the one killed. Kinda bad for the town.
Overall, the town really got lucky when Hyram poisoned Chamber (more on that later), which is one reason why I thought the town had a chance in this game. Unfortunately, CP's tight play proved that wrong.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Nobody remembers, for example, how I once was a big man in the town. I was the police chief. La creme de la creme.
Damn, man, I was respected. People cared about ol' Marv.
I could walk into any barber shop in town, and they'd always tip their hats and say, "Mornin', Marv." And I would smile and tip my hat back. People were gentlemen. Considerate.
Not like these days. These days, it's all "screw this, ***** that".
And nobody cares about ol' Marv. All they cared about was that ungrateful bastard, O'Deuce.
He was sleazy, he was crude, he was always drunk. He was inconsiderate, he was a wiseass, and he never got the job done.
I'm actually kinda glad he's dead.
But no, the reason why ol' Marv isn't loved anymore is because he made one mistake. He didn't actually make the mistake himself, but others made it for him. Like the mayor. He was pocketing money from the city's education funds, and I pointed it out. Then the bastard set me up. And there I went. Nobody cared about ol' Marv's twenty years of perfect service, or how the mayor was a no-good-dirty-rotten bastard, but they did care about the setup. Very much.
But the mayor paid for it. Oh, he did. They never found his body.
And now that O'Deuce is dead, I couldn't be happier. Maybe they'll give me a parade. But more likely, they'll remember my mistake and throw me out on my ass again.
That's the haunting.
Name: Marv
Allegiance: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) Each day, you can investigate a player to determine if he or she is town or not. You will recieve the results at the beginning of the next night.
2) Each night, you can lock a player in his or her house. This roleblocks that player, and protects him or her from all abilities that would target him or her. In addition, that player cannot post or vote. This will take effect at the beginning of the next day.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
People have been going to me their whole lives. Cradle to grave, they say. How true. How very true.
And they say, "That's Dr. Paul. I've gone to him my whole life. And you know what they say? He's never made a mistake."
I wish that were true.
And they never say anything about those people who disappear. Oh, sure, they whisper about it, they wonder about it, they forget about it. There's not much left to do. It's a temporary fascination before they return to their lives.
And they never say anything about how those people who disappear always seem to have had appointments with Dr. Paul around that time. They never wonder why Dr. Paul was the last person to see them alive.
And they never say anything about how Dr. Paul is always digging holes in his backyard, or how he always has large bags in his trunk. Oh, heavens no. Dr. Paul's a good guy.
From cradle to grave. He's never made a mistake.
But this is my last dance. After this, I'm retiring, handing the reigns off. I can't take it anymore. The work of a perfect doctor is never done, until he's dead.
But sometimes, I can hear the whispers of the people I have lost and nobody remembers. In the willows, in the grass, in the wind. Always saying, "From cradle to grave, I've gone to Dr. Paul..." How true.
That's the haunting.
Name: Dr. Paul Hallow
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities.
1) You begin the game with 3 protection points. If you don't use an ability or your ability fails during a period, you gain one point.
2) Either day or night, you can spend 1 point to protect a player of your choice (including yourself) from the first kill that targets them that period other than lynches. This protection will begin at the beginning of the next period.
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: None.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Like that man on the street, rolling dice and singing show tunes. They all secretly hate him. He's the "enemy". He "threatens" their children with his "vile" dice and his "despicable" show tunes.
I'm not like that. Well, not really.
I haven't had a home for a long time. Gambled it away. Lost it in a game of Hold 'em. How that guy had a flush, I'll never know.
I haven't had a family for a long time. Gambled it away. Lost it in a game of "Who Gives Up First, the Husband or the Wife?" She gave up first.
I haven't had a God for a long time. Gambled Him away. Lost Him in a game of Find the Bishop Sleeping With Your Wife.
People say I'm the enemy, but I'm just unfortunate. They never offer assistance; they just look away and whisper. About me. But they don't understand me.
They don't understand why I still roll the dice, why I still sing the songs.
Why I hide the gun in my bag.
Because I don't have a home, a family, or a God. They're all gone.
All I have left are the dice and the songs. And the whispers.
That's the haunting.
Name: Arthur Craig
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) At the beginning of each period, the mod will roll an X-sided die, where X is the number of votes required to lynch a player during that period. You have Y/2 votes during that period and it takes Y votes to lynch you, where Y is the number rolled on the die.
2) Once during the game, you can choose to have the mod reroll the die for that period.
Good luck.
Also, I feel really sorry for SorryGuy for getting lynched when the die hit 1.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
But they don't get the difference. I'm a healer, a doctor, a saint. But they only see me collecting ingredients and muttering under my breath, and they don't get the difference.
I'm a good person, I say, but that doesn't change their minds. They hide their children when I'm around, they curse me, and they treat me like, well, a witch. Those ignorant people wouldn't know a witch if it stabbed them in the head.
They always assume that I've done something when their kids get rashes. They don't care that the kids strayed into the poison oak, it's always the "witch's" fault. Damn them.
Even when I do them favors, like curing what ails them, they still curse me. They use me and abuse me. I'm currently living in my fifth home, the other four having burned down.
So I started giving them their just desserts. Poisoning their dogs. Giving their kids boiling fevers. Destroying their plants.
And they just hate me more, but I don't mind. But I can't stand the whispers. I'm followed by them, tormented by them. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I can only work on revenge.
That's the haunting.
Name: Jennifer Noble
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Each player has been assigned a random ingredient from the following list (without their knowledge):
Baby's Breath
Clover
Rose
Sunflower
Each period, you can go into a player's room and take whichever ingredient he or she has.
2) If you don't look in a player's room for an ingredient, during a period, you can instead use ingredients you have to cast a spell. This consumes those ingredients (it only takes one portion of each ingredient to cast a spell). They are
Kill a player: Rose + Clover
Block a player's abilities: Baby's Breath + Rose
Redirect a player's abilities to a player of your choice: Rose + Sunflower
Learn a player's alignment: Baby's Breath + Clover
Protect a player from kills: Sunflower + Baby's Breath
You get an extra vote during the next period: Sunflower + Clover
Good luck.
MOD NOTES: This was the layout of the plants:
Baby's Breath
Clover
Rose
Sunflower
1. WellOfLostGnomes
2. Ged
3. chamber
4. ZeDorkSlipeur
5. Wrath of Dog
6. Machin Shin
7. Jobie
8. Loran16
9. Fayul
10. Disrupt_Your_Hymm
11. creampuffeater
12. squiggler
13. stormblind
14. Cyan
15. SorryGuy
16. Hyram
17. Arimnaes
18. carrion_pigeons
19. Swinkee
20. LookingforReality
21. Bertrand
22. Cubus
23. Kenji
24. Dagger
25. Wuffles_II
26. Chimpanzee
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
It's nothing interesting anymore.
as opposed to the... alternative.
Now, are you ready to experience it?"
And it's not like this lunk helps either.
Now are you ready to die?"
Nobody's ever ready to die.
But when you haven't lived, I guess it makes sense.
We're just...
It's like saying, "You shouldn't be alive".
You've never experienced that, so you wouldn't understand.
We say, "Oh, we're twins", but you know.
And Father makes it too bluntly obvious--
makes hiding the truth that much harder.
It's like saying, "You're a statue of Napoleon
when we could have the real thing".
Sometimes, you just want--
That's the haunting.
arimnaes:
Name: Asher
Alignment: Town
squiggler
Name: Zen
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Both of you are controlled by the same person, so essentially, you two can converse like regular masons, in a different way.
2) In addition, you can converse with Dr. Ryan Brown (Wrath of Dog).
Good luck to both of you.
MOD NOTE: Before the game began but after arimnaes had signed up, I offered him a guaranteed slot in the game if he'd be this role, which he accepted. The idea of saying that Squiggler was a player from another site was given to arim by me so his role wouldn't fall apart.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
I mean, c'mon, I don't even live here! I just go to the university down the road, twenty minutes. I live in another freaking telephone code. That's how different I am from this walking sideshow.
I just had a couple of bears, y'know? No harm, everyone does it. And then I had to drop a friend off at her house. And you know how that goes, she's drunk too, and you can't say, "oh, you should drive, because I'm in NO state to drive..."
That's just not how it works.
So, I drop this girl off, and start heading back, but you know, I'm bobbing and weaving, and there's nobody on the road, so I'm thinking, "Okay, this is cool", and then suddenly, these guys wearing gas masks pull me off the road, say they're in the FBI, and demand my license, registration, and "papers". And they kept calling each other a variation of "Nick"; Nick, Nicky, Nicko, Nicholas, Mick, Nickster. Had I not been scared out of my effin mind, I'd have been laughing my ass off.
So then they brought me here, and all this time, I'm telling these faceless guys, "Jeez, I don't live here, can I just go?" and they kept asking me for my papers, and I don't know what the hell they're talking about, so they put me here.
You ever spent days on end in a jail cell in the middle of nowhere? It's awful. There's nobody around, so you're just sittin' there, and the only thing I can think is, "Jesus, I'm missing my Biology final".
And, why isn't anyone coming for me? Where's the national guard when you need them?
...oh, that's right. Iraq. Sigh...
And I can tell they're there. They're watching, I can feel it. I shout, I plead, and I beg, but these ghosts, these faceless men, they don't respond.
That's the haunting.
Name: Trevor West
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You are NOT allowed to post in the threads, on pain of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Rather than post, you can PM the mod posts which you'd like to see appear in the thread. You cannot indicate who you are, why the mod's posting, or anything of that nature. The mod will essentially act like you, but will not post anything you don't send him (although I will bump you if you don't send me anything). Votes for the mod count as votes for you, and abilities that target the mod affect you. You can still vote regularly.
3) In addition, once each period, if a player with an investigation ability uses that ability, you will also learn the result of that ability (but not who used it, or if it's completely credible).
Good luck.
Arimnaes got it right. All I did was post PMs that DYH sent to me, acting like I was a mod/player. That's it, nothing fancy (although I got a kick out of how much DYH goaded Cyan).
Before you ask, I made sure he didn't do anything insane (like tampering with vote counts and whatnot), so it wouldn't immediately turn players off. I knew for a fact that if that happened, the game would implode. Indeed, it nearly did anyway.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
...wait, scratch that. One. I should know - it's my business.
And hey, the people in the village may resent me for creating unnatural life, but I tell them, "It's my job". And hey, my children may resent me for putting them out into the world without a foundation or any real-world experience, but I tell them, it's my job.
And I used to be such a nice person. Wait, scratch that, no I wasn't.
I was that kid you saw at the playground with a magnifying glass, setting ants on fire. I was that kid who disrespected his elders and teachers. My parents eventually decided I didn't get it.
So, one night, they took me to a graveyard, and dug up a body. And then they presented Mr. Collins Fisher to me, in all his decaying glory, and said that if I didn't shape up good, I'd be taking a long nap with Mr. Fisher. A long, long nap.
I didn't sleep much that night. I didn't sleep much at all after that night. My parents forgot they did that, and Mr. Fisher's still sleeping peacefully (if he ever did at all), but I almost never slept after that. I was a man possessed. Nobody would go near me, and eventually, I decided I needed some companionship. Hell, even dogs wouldn't stick around for long.
So I went back to that graveyard, and took Mr. Fisher's arm. Nothing much; he wouldn't miss it. And using the DNA from that decayed piece of flesh, I created life.
Sure, people reviled me for it. And sure, my sons are ashamed of me. And sure, my parents and I don't speak now.
But the only thing that matters to me is Mr. Fisher. He chases me wherever I go. Like my sons. Sometimes, you really can fear that which you yourself create.
And I still cannot sleep.
That's the haunting.
Name: Dr. Ryan West
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You can communicate with your "sons" Asher (arimnaes) and Zen (squiggler).
2) In addition, once each period, you can send one of them to follow another player and learn if that player uses any abilities. If both Asher and Zen are dead, you can't use this ability.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
They hate me. Man, it's been, what, five years now? and they still distrust me.
Like, take last weekend. I offered to watch my neighbor's kids while they were in Vegas for a week. They thought about that for a moment, and then, with a look of unease, said, "No thanks, we have someone who can look after them." Like I'm some kind of pedophile.
Like, take last month. I offered to fix my other neighbor's car when it wouldn't start. Give it a jump, change his oil, whatever. That's the kind of guy I am. But this guy, you know what he said? He said, "I think I'd rather trust a professional to do that". Like I'm some kind of, well...
...terrorist.
And the truth is, in any other situation, I wouldn't be.
Think about that for a moment, then continue.
You know what the worst part of being me is? It's the fact that, after living here for four years, they still think I'm some kind of animal. My tan skin, my frequent prayers, and my kindness are repaid with hatred.
They don't say it, specifically, but I know. And as much as I try to pretend I'm a nice guy, they return that by pretending they aren't racists.
I can move anywhere in this great nation, live in Nome, Alaska, for all I care, and they'll still be wary. I'm an endangered species, but there's no act for me. And I always have to worry that one of them has a gun for me when he finally snaps.
That's the haunting.
Name: Ahmed Alkanazar
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You are required to, after your first post, always be voting for a player, on pain of modkill. You also cannot vote No Lynch; if the town would vote No Lynch, you will die. Keep that in mind.
2) During each period, you can choose a player. That player must vote for the player of your choice during the next period (he cannot vote No Lynch). That player will be told that if he unvotes, he will be killed.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
My father was a pastor, and thus, we always went to church. And this isn't your modern "Jesus only cares if we pray for an hour" thing. My mother and my father took religion seriously. I suspect that's why they married each other; because nobody else would put up with them.
I was constantly indoctrinated with the teachings in the Bible. Hell, I had to read it cover-to-cover. I don't remember much of it, but I did learn one thing:
God's a crazy son-of-a-*****. And his sense of humor is very scary sometimes.
God also probably has a vicious sense of irony; I suspect that's why my mother was so afraid of me. I never was a well-liked kid; indeed, the kids at school kept their distance whenever possible. People in general have never been attracted to me, actually. They say it's something about my eyes; they're always half-past-bloodshot, and I've always got that "I'm gonna kill somebody" air around me.
And yet, I was a very normal kid. At least, that was my perspective... until I had a dream which told me to kill my mother. And well... I did. And then I ran.
See, there're some things in life that you just can't control. Me, well... I've got the devil in me. And he's as crazy as God, and at least as evil. And he and I are one.
That's the haunting.
Name: Jimmy Card
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities.
1) In each post, you must act like, well, you're possessed. I'll leave this open-ended, but do try to stick with it.
2) You also have a one-time nightkill immunity. Just an added benefit of being something unnatural.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
I asked Tyler for advice, and his advice was to run. It wasn't a bad idea. And the fifth rule is that you have to trust Tyler, so I ran.
You may be wondering who I am, but the first rule is that you don't ask questions, so shut up. That's how Project Mayhem works.
So I came here, to your very lovely hole-in-the-wall city. Hole-in-the-wall cities are a lot like hole-in-the-wall stores. Even when they're good, they're awful. The paint's peeling, the place is musty, and no matter how good the service or product is, you have the feeling that you shouldn't have come in in the first place. It's that kind of effect your town has on me. Don't get me wrong, you make a mean Reuben, but there's something about this place that just gets in my head.
But that's beside the point. I'm making excuses, and the third rule is no excuses. In the end, I needed to come here and I came.
But this place gets into my amnesia-shattered, well-battered brain. It makes you feel like you're never alone and always abandoned. It's that kind of effect that makes it so I can't leave. That, and the men in the gas masks. But that's another story.
And the second rule is no questions. So don't ask.
I've realized something about myself here: there's a piece of everyone we carry around with ourselves; those fractured memories of those times when we felt most happy and most dead at once. And I carry those wherever I go.
The fifth rule is no lies. I've given you none. Only regrets.
That's the haunting.
Name: The Narrator
Alignment: TownYou have the following abilities:
1) You may only post during the Day, on pain of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Once each day, you may change the target of a player's abilities, if that player targets a single player, to another player. This will happen at the beginning of the night.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
And my favorite response to that assertion?
I argue that I'm not the blunt instrument, they are. They sit around their house, thumbing through Home and Garden or whatever piece of crap they order to thumb through. You don't need a television anymore to survive in America. The catalog has taken out the entertainment and left the interesting part; an endless amount of commercial opportunity. Take, for example, I'll argue, this lovely number I'm sitting on: I think this one's from one of those designer catalogs that promise only "authentic Italian leather" or whatever is chic these days, and you thought, "oh, that sounds good for my patients to drone on on every day", and so you bought two, plus the matching footrests. Because it had to be perfect.
You say I'm the blunt instrument, I argue, but in reality, it's you. You're so accepting of your own dumb wonder at how, for just four installments of one hundred dollars, plus shipping and handling, you can have an amazing set of golf clubs that work like they're made of cheap plastic. So what do you do? You go buy some more. Or, if you're a woman, you buy whatever it is you enjoy buying. Either way, you're the blunt instrument.
The shrink usually has no argument against this, and indeed, the guaranteed Italian leather has nothing either, so I excuse myself for lunch.
Maybe in a world of psychos, only the crazy man is sane. And that's probably me.
But I'm not crazy; I just have a few problems to fix. And these problems will be fixed, like it or not. I just need to keep working on it.
That's the haunting.
Name: Tyler Durden
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) You may only post at Night, on penalty of modkill. This is your only warning.
2) Each night, you can choose to double the effect of a player's ability, if he or she uses one. This will effect abilities that take effect at the beginning of the next Day. Keep in mind this may double mafia effects as well.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Wait, scratch that. I shouldn't be alive, again.
But that's wrong too. Because, you see, I'm not alive. In fact, I haven't been alive for almost a century and a half.
You've probably learned 'bout the Civil War. Well, I was one of the millions of men drafted into that war. I went to go fight Mr. General Lee and kissed my momma goodbye. And then I caught a bullet at Bull Run. Didn't even see the first month end.
So my family brought my body home and buried it. And my soul was sad. I saw my momma cry. I saw my brothers stand there, still as statues. And I didn't see my poppa; he was on the front lines.
I'd lose two of my brothers and my poppa in that awful war I didn't start. Hell, I didn't have anything to do with it. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, a war's always the wrong place and the wrong time. But my soul wouldn't leave; it stayed put and watched.
I watched through two world wars, a depression, a housing boom, the hippie era... and on and on, all I could do was watch.
But now, today, I've discovered something: I'm free. Whatever was holding me back is gone. And, while being dead isn't the best of lives, it's still as close to living as I can get. But I miss my time. I can't go back to who I was.
That's the haunting.
Name: Richard Green
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) You are, for all intents and purposes, dead. You will be listed as dead in the player's list, even when you're "alive". However, you can still post, vote, etc. When you're killed for real, you'll be placed in the correct spot on the dead player's list.
2) As an added advantage to being dead, the town can't lynch you (because, well, it's hard to get a noose around your neck). Keep in mind, though, that you still can be killed.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I was amazed by how much suspicion he drew without being lynched.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Come on, nonconfirmed masonry and you trust them to the death?
UGH!
Logical Reasoning is dead; Long Live Stupidity
Like Friday the 13th. Like Halloween. Like Scream. And on, and on, and on.
You know how those movies work. You get a bunch of people together, and then start killing them. One... by... one.
Well, I'm stuck here, in my own slasher movie, and I doubt I'm getting out, so I'll say this now: I've made some mistakes.
You ever seen those little crosses people leave on the sides of the road? You know, when a teenager gets a crazy idea that maybe a few beers and a few of his drunken buddies and a car make a perfect combination, so he drives himself and his buddies off a cliff.
You ever been to a funeral for a person who died from his own stupidity? It's hard to keep from laughing. The guy's sister stands up, and in between bouts of crying, tells everyone how amazing her brother was, and blah blah blah. It's enough to, well, kill somebody.
But there're also those situations where the crosses on the streets don't mean that someone died from their own idiocy. There're those where it was a bad move. Or he had something to prove. Or someone else did.
Like, when you decide an ex has spited you for the last time, so you cut the brake line on his car so when he goes to visit his girl down the coast, he goes flying off the edge of a cliff. Another cross on the side of the road.
You get my drift. Like I said, I've made some mistakes. And like I said, I think running from those mistakes might be the last thing I'll do.
You ever seen those movies? Usually, nobody survives. Maybe one key character necessary for a sequel, but other times, nobody. And that's probably going to be my story.
But maybe, just maybe, I can make some reparations. For the mistakes that have chased me halfway across a continent.
That's the haunting.
Name: Sarah Oleander
Alignment: Town
You have the following abilities:
1) Once during the game, you can have all killing abilities during the next period directed onto you. Sure, that pretty much guarantees your death, but you might be able to buy some time for the town.
2) During your short time here, you've befriended a nice guy who might be able to help you out (carrion pigeons). You can communicate with him via PM.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: I never realized that he might partner up with Ged to make his first ability amazingly powerful. Carrion Pigeons actually complained at one point during the game about this interaction (he didn't know it was only a 1-shot deal), and I myself was worried I'd broken the game. It wasn't the first time I'd thought that. More on that later.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
The warlock. The insane investigator. The illusionist. All of them made mistakes at one point, and well, that's why you're here.
A man wearing a gas mask walks into the room and closes the door. He looks at each of you in turn, then sighs. It comes out hollow through the mask.
"Welcome to Area 51, gentlemen. I trust we all know what we're doing here?"
Welcome to the mafia. You've probably by now received your role PM, so you understand who you are and maybe why you're here. In this wasteland of a town.
As the mafia, you have certain abilities:
1) Each night, you can choose a player among you to perform the mafia's kill. That player must specifically PM me saying "the mafia wishes to kill X". I only will expect one of these PMs; if I receive another, I will assume that that player is now the one performing the kill. Having said that, let me inform you that the mafia kill counts as your ability during the night; you can't use any of your other abilities if you perform the kill.
2) You are allowed to communicate via PM during the game, whenever you feel like it. Hell, start now.
Good luck.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
But having spent something to the effect of forty years in the place, I can safely say it's a dull existence. The guards don't care, and none of them especially are interested in playing bridge. They laugh at my ideas to play bridge, even when I tell them I'm the intergalactic bridge champion. Asses.
But then they gave me an assignment. They don't do that normally, so I was thrilled. I had no idea it could get me killed. Sigh.
Those men in the masks have no sense of humor. But maybe, just maybe, if I finish this job, they'll send me home. I would like that. To be away from the men in gas masks would be a treasure worth a million years in Area 51. Because I can never quite trust the faceless men. They're shifty, all of them, and I know there's a catch, but I can't figure it out.
That's the haunting.
Name: Kal
Alignment: Mafia
You have the following abilities:
1) Once each period, you can determine what abilities a player of your choice uses. After you learn this, you have the option to block that ability during that period.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: The majority of the delays between day and night or vica-versa were because of Jobie. Also, in case you don't get it, Kal's an alien. The mafia were, respectively, an illusionist, a dark sorcerer, an alien, and an insane government agent.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
Four hundred years ago, what I can do would have me stoned. You'd be branded a "warlock". And, as much as I appreciate the thought, the idea of death doesn't quite appeal as much. People wondered why their sheep kept disappearing without a sound, so they blamed the faith healer. Obviously.
Two hundred years ago, what I can do would have me ridiculed. It's a hard life convincing people who never knew a life better than farming and dying that you can make their lives better with a snap of your fingers.
One hundred years ago, what I can do would have me mocked. People like me are those people you see in sideshows. "Come see the amazing Emeru Mashaka, the Wizard of the East!" And they'd throw fruit rinds at me and taunt me, like I'm some kind of animal.
Fifty years ago, what I can do would have me arrested. Magic, as harmless as it seems, is a communist threat, apparently. Thank you Mr. Joseph McCarthy.
But today... what I can do can make me a legend. A power to be reckoned with. But the men who tell me where to go could also be the men who turn on me as fast as they gave me this chance.
That's the haunting.
Name: Emeru Mashaka
Alignment: Mafia
You have the following abilities:
1) Once in the game, you can essentially write the morning scene (the scene in which the players who have been killed are revealed). PM me at any time saying you would like to write the scene. I'd suggest you have ideas in mind before you do this. You are required to post a) who died, and b) who they were. Other than that, the possibilities are endless, but do keep in mind that if I judge what you send me too rules-bending, I'll ask you to revise it.
2) Also, you've befriended a girl here who might be of assistance to you (LookingforReality). She thinks you're a really nice guy. You can communicate with her via PM. But keep this in mind: she doesn't know who you really are.
Good luck.
MOD NOTE: And now we come to my other favorite role in the game. I've had this role for a long time, ever since my first stab at a specialty, Detective Mafia. I really, really love how much this role plays with information, and coupled with the illusionists and the mod-as-player, I felt that was a pretty good theme (and hey, I did give you ample warning about not trusting the mod, right?!). I was really surprised by how CP executed this role, however, but it ended up working spectacularly. I don't see how the town lynched one cop over another, but hey, that's mafia.
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia