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Author Topic: M E I N K A M P F : A Tale of Vainglourious Basterds - [GAME OVER: 5/11]  (Read 70005 times)

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Night 2 Has Begun!



Votecount:
Jim Groovester  - 0 - 
Tiruin  - 0 - 
Toaster  - 1 -  Tiruin
Dariush  - 2 -  Urist Imiknorris, TolyK
IronyOwl  - 0 - 
TolyK  - 5 -  Toaster, Toaster, Hapah, Jim Groovester, Deathsword
Urist Imiknorris  - 1 -  IronyOwl
Hapah  - 0 - 
Shakerag  - 0 - 
Deathsword  - 0 - 
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No Lynch  - 0 - 
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There was to be no escape.

The soldiers, which had been corralled into the central pit, had realised this. Their Kommandant was serious, and they would all die by his hand if they tried to escape. He paid no heed to the value of this Division - only that the spies needed to be eliminated, and eliminated quickly. The soldiers began serious discussion of who the spy could be, bolstered by the success they were met with the day before.

Now, however, dusk approaches. As the sun begins to die in the horizon, bleeding out across the sky in its crimson colours, diluted, turned grey by drizzling rain, so too does their hope begin to wane. The Kommandant, sheltered under a canvas sheet from the merciless torrents, crushes his last cigarette between his thumb and forefinger against the sodden wood of a storage crate.

He stands, thrusting his heavy boots into the mud.

The air becomes breathless in an instant. The world seems to freeze, time stopped in its tracks. Slowly, infinitely slowly, their heads turn to gaze upon him - and the Kommandant, fearless, fearsome, crashes ahead through curtains of suspended raindrops. Their words, half-spoken, lie still in their mouths - and their tongues, though they may move, make no sound. The Kommandant carries on with massive steps, muffled in the void.

He speaks; shrill tones that break the silence and the trance. “Who,” he begins, “have you chosen?”

The soldiers glance at each other. A few whispers, but they seem certain. One speaks up.

“Vester.” The cry rings true. The others nod in unison.

The Kommandant nods, as well. Moving into the crowd, he takes hold of the man by his collar with an enormous hand, lifting him up level to glare at him. With a few steps, he moves out of the dispersing crowd.

He throws him down to the ground, and almost playful, he kicks at him, with his mud-splattered boots to roll him about like a pig on the ground in the rain. He draws his pistol out of his jacket with a sure, familiar stroke - the silenced revolver of blackened steel. He places a boot firmly on the man’s chest - the sticky mud beneath the treads soaks into his jacket, and the iron, ominous weight of the black boot presses against his chest.

“I will give you one chance to reveal yourself. If you do, I may let you live.” The pistol dangles, almost casually, above his face.

“I am not a spy!” The man’s response is met immediately with a stomp on his chest, the boot bearing down on him like a hammer. Dissatisfied, he lifts his foot, and once more, leaning into it for strength, he pushes it down - this time, with a muffled crack. The man’s mouth, pursed hard, would still say nothing. The man’s eyes glared weakly at him from below.

The Kommandant slips his foot of the man’s chest. Raising it behind him, high, he throws the heavy weight into his side with a dull echo - a single heavy stroke from a massive drum, punctuated by a grunt, low and quiet, from the body lying on the ground. His voice, breathless, screaming a single word, pierces the thundering rain about them. “Well?”

“Fuck you!” The voice comes back with surprising strength. “Fuck you,” he shouts again, “I won’t betray them!”

 The Kommandant kicks again, indiscriminately - when he hears a yelp of pain break through, he smiles, momentarily, through the scowl - roaring, “Is this what you want, then?” And again he kicks, as if to punctuate, “Do you want to die?” A kick, a crunch.

The process takes hours. When he finishes, placing his final kick, feverish, panting, frantic, the body had already been beaten beyond recognition and lay still, already cold. His gun he still clutched in his hand, unused. The sun had already set; the rain, stopped; the air had grown freezing, and it was dark. He exhaled, spent, gazing into the starless sky. Returning his revolver to his jacket, he rips open what remains of the body’s black uniform - now mostly brown and red from caked mud and blood - and searches it. Finding nothing, he digs through the trousers before prying off the boots from the pale corpse and shaking them - a small booklet drops onto the ground.

He picks it up and leafs through it - on it, emblazoned on the front, are the coat of arms of the United Kingdom. He raises it high into the air for all to see - the other soldiers, who were mostly sitting, eyes averted, now stand, gathering close.

“This man was a spy. Arthur Owens, his passport says. Good work.”

He pockets it and leaves the others with the body.



Vester Meine "TolyK" Schneider was lynched! He was a Spy.



The Night will end Friday, 8PM GMT.
« Last Edit: November 08, 2012, 12:54:00 pm by lordnincompoop »
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Day 3 Has Begun!



Votecount:
Jim Groovester  - 0 - 
Tiruin  - 0 - 
Toaster  - 0 - 
Dariush  - 0 - 
IronyOwl  - 0 - 
TolyK  - 0 - 
Urist Imiknorris  - 0 - 
Hapah  - 0 - 
Shakerag  - 0 - 
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Not Voting  - 8 -  Shakerag, Toaster, Dariush, Hapah, Jim Groovester, IronyOwl, Urist Imiknorris, Tiruin
No Lynch  - 0 - 
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The third day dawns.

Everyone, now, fears for their lives. The first days, though finding spies was a serious task, few gave the Kommandant's threats about disbanding the entire Division and starting anew much consideration. Now, however, it seemed to them a very real possibility.

Rain falls when they step out nervously into the clearing, a chorus of drums filling the air with a low, rhythmic pitter-patter. The men, slouched, dressed in sodden blacks, marching for a funeral-to-be and faces dark as death itself, approach the blood-stained centre of the camp, trudging through the sticky mud with black boots in single file. Today, the camp is silent save for the rain - though in part because no-one wants to break the silence by being the first to speak, all the words they had to say had already been spoken.

Today, they woke but dead men; they had left the camp already.

It was a small surprise, then, when Ferdinand could not be found among them. Then, a quick search revealed him close to the edge of the camp; throat slit, pale as porcelain save for a single line at his neck, bright crimson red - all the brighter for his whiteness. His shirt, stained red, was only lightly ruffled. There were no tears or rips; his death, it seems, was gentle.

Two men lift the body, bringing it back to camp. Placing it in the open, another pair goes through its pockets, looking for clues.

"The spies strike back." The Kommandant, gazing over the body, takes a last drag from the stub of his cigarette, then throws it away. "They're threatened." He seems to smile.

"It means that we are making progress. This will be over soon enough. We will begin again for today, then-"

"Kommandant!" One of the soldiers that searched the body approaches him, and hands him another booklet.

He leafs through it - turning each page, his face slowly shifts from a faint smile to a frown, and finally, a scowl. "This… This is French. 'Édouard Herriot'."

The soldiers, still silent, turn toward him. He glares at them, for a few moments.

"...Well? What are you waiting for? For the spies to come and shoot you?"



Ferdinand "Deathsword" Meier was killed! He was a Spy.



The Day will end Tuesday, 8PM GMT.
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Hapah has annnounced Vacation / Limited Access until Sunday, the 11th.
« Last Edit: November 09, 2012, 05:46:11 pm by lordnincompoop »
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V/LA?

Also, today is the 9th.

Jim, let's talk about your activity. Day 1 you entirely ignored BMC, save to answer his question about wincons. Why? You were also voting Deathsword the entire day, despite barely pressuring him. Again, why? Day 2, you toss a lazy vote on PM and, when I replaced him, cast a lazy bandwagon on TolyK. For the third time, why?
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YOU CANT NOT HAVE SUSPECTS IN A GAME OF MAFIA

ITS THE WHOLE POINT OF THE GAME
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If Tiruin redirected the lynch, then this means that, and... the Illuminati! Of course!

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PFP - May post tonight, otherwise largely expect to see me Monday.

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Need to reread- hope to have solid post tomorrow.
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HMR stands for Hazardous Materials Requisition, not Horrible Massive Ruination, though I can understand how one could get confused.
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PFP - Largely expect to see me Monday.
^

Extend

Question still holds to Shakerag - Why'd you believe the cop-thing and why exactly, Cop?
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No votecount yet.

IronyOwl has been prodded.
Jim Groovester has been prodded.
Dariush has been prodded.
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Do the words 'Saturday', 'weekend' and the expression 'weekends don't count' mean anything to you, LNCP?

Extend.

Hey Shakerag, let's play a game. I'll quote all your posts during the ENTIRE game and then we'll decide whether you're an activelurking scum or not. Deal? Let's see:
#66 - RVS.
#80 - PFP.
PFP, may be too busy to post today.
#115 - PFP.
PFP, I thought weekends didn't count.  I'm here, give me time to read what transpired over said weekend.
#122 - claim after everyone else did, answering questions.
#128 - sixth vote on BMC for bullshit reason.
Anyway, flavor claim below:

I am  Agent Dietrich Waldemar Schmidt, 0th SS Division Officer. I infiltrate enemy camps for information gathering not by stealth or force, but by my natural charms. An ex-diplomat and a Don Juan-esque character, I have been using my skills in persuasion as my trade for the better part of my life. After being able to manipulate the staff at a German Embassy in a strategically significant country to reveal a gigantic amount of military secrets, the Fuhrer realized my important and brought me up to the 0th SS Division.

My mission is to extract a long forgotten artifact or piece of ancient technology in this very forest, although the briefing was very unspecific, and only those in high command have exact knowledge of this object.
blackmagechill: This smells like a fakeclaim.  Why would you, a supposed loyal German, be manipulating staff at a German embassy for military secrets?  Unless I'm understanding something incorrectly, that sounds fishy to me.  Also something about being a diplomat and suddenly being plucked from that and put into the 0th SS?  It looks like all the other flavor claims have solid backgrounds as to why we're in the military and then 0th SS, but your claim doesn't seem to fit.
#140 - PFP.
PFP - Post coming tonight.
#143 - answering questions.
#177 - answering questions.
#193 - holy crap, the closest you've come to a real post during the ENTIRE FUCKING GAME.
Dariush is being an imbecile but I've got a peculiar reason to suspect he's town.
Which would be...?


Toaster: So somehow Dariush lost his vote and you seem to have ended up with it and you have no idea how that happened?  Forgive me if I come across as a little bit skeptical.  Did you get any overnight message that would possibly indicate a clue?

TolyK: Elaborate on how exactly you're feeling Dariush is being unhelpful.  Also, are you a jester or something?  Because it looks like you're not taking this terribly seriously.
#216 - two pointless questions.
PFP, god I wish we had another extend, but ... why are we lynching a (role?)cop? 

TolyK:  I can't remember if this was answered and I don't have time to double-check, but why visit Dariush?  Did you actually get an alignment from this "visit"?
#229 - PFP.
PFP - May post tonight, otherwise largely expect to see me Monday.

You haven't done ANYTHING this game. I am not even exaggerating here. Out of ELEVEN posts IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING GAME four were PFPs, one was RVS, three were purely reactionary, one was a bandwagon and one contained idiotic questions. I... I have no words. Just go die.

Also, I've got two theories. First theory: Kommandant. Second theory: LNCP intentionally made all the, frankly, weakest players spies so that everyone else would be distracted from the real, as of yet unknown threat. IO is still probably lying scum, but even he pales in comparison to Shakerag.

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I'm back from epic family event and what is this




Also, I've got two theories. First theory: Kommandant. Second theory: LNCP intentionally made all the, frankly, weakest players spies so that everyone else would be distracted from the real, as of yet unknown threat. IO is still probably lying scum, but even he pales in comparison to Shakerag.
Dariush. I don't even, your theories.

First:
lordnincompoop: Is the Kommandant votable? Are you votable?

I am not here to let you be lazy and passive.

Is everything you will be saying the truth, no bias present?

I have answered this already. Please try to read more carefully.

Second: Wat.

How are you assuming our 'weak' (that comes off as a partial general insult, just so you know) players are spies from...what. THREE deaths? You could say 'two scumteams' or 'flavor info is misleading' but then you end up with a...what?

What is this 'unknown threat' of which you speak, mein sniper? What is your deal with IO without any basis in that post there?

And why do you have perfume as TolyK said?
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Votecount:
Jim Groovester  - 1 -  Urist Imiknorris
Tiruin  - 0 - 
Toaster  - 0 - 
Dariush  - 1 -  Tiruin
IronyOwl  - 0 - 
TolyK  - 0 - 
Urist Imiknorris  - 0 - 
Hapah  - 0 - 
Shakerag  - 0 - 
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Not Voting  - 6 -  Shakerag, Toaster, Dariush, Hapah, Jim Groovester, IronyOwl,
No Lynch  - 0 - 
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Extend  - 2 -  Tiruin, Dariush
Shorten  - 0 - 



The Day will end Tuesday, 8PM GMT.

You need one more vote to Extend.



lordnincompoop: Is the Kommandant votable? Are you votable?

I am not here to let you be lazy and passive.

Tiruin, since you seem to have misinterpreted this: I don't look down upon experimentation. This game, if you will remember, is unorthodox.

I do get annoyed, however, when people ask me questions to things they could easily try out or ask repeatedly about things that they know I would not reveal.

EDIT: Corrections.
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First:
lordnincompoop: Is the Kommandant votable? Are you votable?
I am not here to let you be lazy and passive.
This doesn't look like a 'No' to me.
Second: Wat.

How are you assuming our 'weak' (that comes off as a partial general insult, just so you know) players are spies from...what. THREE deaths? You could say 'two scumteams' or 'flavor info is misleading' but then you end up with a...what?
How about... because they flipped spies? Is that not sufficient grounds for suspecting that they may oh I dunno possibly be spies?
What is this 'unknown threat' of which you speak, mein sniper?
Are you an idiot? How can I tell you what is this unknown threat if it is unknown?
What is your deal with IO without any basis in that post there?
...Really? Did you simply not read the entire game between about the time IO came back from the lurk-o-session and my last post of D2?
And why do you have perfume as TolyK said?
I don't. Or at least my PM doesn't mention it.

PPE'd by LNCP.

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What is your deal with IO without any basis in that post there?
...Really? Did you simply not read the entire game between about the time IO came back from the lurk-o-session and my last post of D2?
Not exactly. From where I see it, you've voted IronyOwl because he called you an imbecile while not focusing on the additional 'crap' you state he got on you. Every other post is an answer to others' questions.

What makes it different now? Also,
What is this 'unknown threat' of which you speak, mein sniper?
Are you an idiot? How can I tell you what is this unknown threat if it is unknown?
And why do you have perfume as TolyK said?
I don't. Or at least my PM doesn't mention it.
I was asking you on what your take was on what unknown was.

And what was that about possibility on having perfume?
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EBWOP:

lordnincompoop: Is the Kommandant votable? Are you votable?

I am not here to let you be lazy and passive.

Tiruin, since you seem to have misinterpreted this: I don't look down upon experimentation. This game, if you will remember, is unorthodox.

I do get annoyed, however, when people ask me questions to things they could easily try out or ask repeatedly about things that they know I would not reveal.
Yeah, sorry about this. As I've recently discovered, my comprehension in English is poorer than what I rate myself as.

Assumptions. I thought you were saying 'no' in a general manner and discarded you saying otherwise.

And one last thing @ Dar:

You're judging via the flips as a generality?
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Back, sorta.

Does anyone else find it unusual that DS was found, throat slit, at the edge of the camp? Think about it.

At first I thought maybe he was killed in his sleep and his body dragged to the edge of the camp. That doesn't really make sense, though: Why would someone kill DS in his sleep and them move him, but not bother to hide the corpse? There were no signs of a struggle (which I originally thought meant sleep-kill, but that doesn't work), which I think means he knew his attacker, maybe? And he was killed and left where he fell. How else can it be explained? You'd think even if a vigi got the drop on him there'd be some signs of struggle.

Any ideas? Maybe the 4th Spy is a turncoat/3rd party? Maybe there are different spy factions?
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