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[lordnincompoop]

Huh?

[Ottofar]

'S who I think is scum.

I doubt zrk's scummitude.

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.
I mean, I personally wouldn't.

[lordnincompoop]

'S who I think is scum.

I doubt zrk's scummitude.

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.
I mean, I personally wouldn't.

Perhaps you should have said this earlier then, when we still had an opposing party.

And why should scum fear death more than the rest of us? This point can apply to both factions, and neither should give up.

My suspicions of you, Ottofar, are also starting to increase. You are pretty much the only person here that is not on the bandwagon. You put up these arguments relatively late in the day, and they are few. Not only that, your "scumlist" is composed of the three principal voters against Zrk2. Wouldn't it be so convenient if these people were to be eliminated? With them gone, you would most likely face much less resistance.

To me this smells of somebody trying to save their scumpartner at the last minute. You're trying to stop the bandwagon on your precious partner by throwing out these words of doubt, and at the same time trying to cast suspicion on the ones who started it, knowing that they may go after you next, thus ending the game in the Town's favour.

[warhammer651]

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.

Don't quite agree with this argument.

In fact, Zrk is basically just saying "Fine! Go ahead and lynch me! but trust me, You'll regret it!" which just smacks of being scum to me.

My second argument is slightly meta, but it helps explain the first one. When you accuse a townie of being scum, their first thought is "No, you're wrong" whilst the first thought of scum that get's accused is "Crap, they got me". This is where the Meta bit comes in, People on this forum like to debate, but will back down if they believe the other person is right. Thusly, it stands to reason that even though they need to stay alive to win, the Scum will put up less of a fight. This would be doubly true for anyone who's new to the game (read everyone in this game), if only because they don't know how to defend themselves well.

[Zrk2]

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.

Don't quite agree with this argument.

In fact, Zrk is basically just saying "Fine! Go ahead and lynch me! but trust me, You'll regret it!" which just smacks of being scum to me.

My second argument is slightly meta, but it helps explain the first one. When you accuse a townie of being scum, their first thought is "No, you're wrong" whilst the first thought of scum that get's accused is "Crap, they got me". This is where the Meta bit comes in, People on this forum like to debate, but will back down if they believe the other person is right. Thusly, it stands to reason that even though they need to stay alive to win, the Scum will put up less of a fight. This would be doubly true for anyone who's new to the game (read everyone in this game), if only because they don't know how to defend themselves well.

You wanna metagame this shit? Ok.

You all want to lynch me because you are all secretly insecure and want to be part of the group. I imagine most of those out to lynch me are scum, co-ordinating on my lack of aptitude to ensure they are inconspicuous, while still getting rid of a legit townie.

TacoDan has been zealously hounding me for quite some time. He is clearly covering his scumduggery.

[lordnincompoop]

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.

Don't quite agree with this argument.

In fact, Zrk is basically just saying "Fine! Go ahead and lynch me! but trust me, You'll regret it!" which just smacks of being scum to me.

My second argument is slightly meta, but it helps explain the first one. When you accuse a townie of being scum, their first thought is "No, you're wrong" whilst the first thought of scum that get's accused is "Crap, they got me". This is where the Meta bit comes in, People on this forum like to debate, but will back down if they believe the other person is right. Thusly, it stands to reason that even though they need to stay alive to win, the Scum will put up less of a fight. This would be doubly true for anyone who's new to the game (read everyone in this game), if only because they don't know how to defend themselves well.

You wanna metagame this shit? Ok.

You all want to lynch me because you are all secretly insecure and want to be part of the group. I imagine most of those out to lynch me are scum, co-ordinating on my lack of aptitude to ensure they are inconspicuous, while still getting rid of a legit townie.

TacoDan has been zealously hounding me for quite some time. He is clearly covering his scumduggery.

This is not metagaming. These are ad hominem attacks.

Do not do this. It's rude and uncalled for.

[Zrk2]

Ok, insults are a bad idea. All that proves is that I am socially inept. Regardless, my other reason still stands.

[Argembarger]

Um wow.

So yeah new year's festitudes caught me off guard.

Happy new year! Game modextended to Whenever I Wake Up Later Today.

[Ottofar]

'S who I think is scum.

I doubt zrk's scummitude.

Scum should be more afraid of dying, I don't think they'd give up.
I mean, I personally wouldn't.

Perhaps you should have said this earlier then, when we still had an opposing party.

And why should scum fear death more than the rest of us? This point can apply to both factions, and neither should give up.

My suspicions of you, Ottofar, are also starting to increase. You are pretty much the only person here that is not on the bandwagon. You put up these arguments relatively late in the day, and they are few. Not only that, your "scumlist" is composed of the three principal voters against Zrk2. Wouldn't it be so convenient if these people were to be eliminated? With them gone, you would most likely face much less resistance.

To me this smells of somebody trying to save their scumpartner at the last minute. You're trying to stop the bandwagon on your precious partner by throwing out these words of doubt, and at the same time trying to cast suspicion on the ones who started it, knowing that they may go after you next, thus ending the game in the Town's favour.

Nah. I'dn't do that. Not if I'm this much outta the spotlight. Especially if ev'ryone is agreeing on a lynch. Ah well. If I'm right, we'll lose today.

[lordnincompoop]

Nah. I'dn't do that. Not if I'm this much outta the spotlight. Especially if ev'ryone is agreeing on a lynch. Ah well. If I'm right, we'll lose today.

You confound me yet again with your wording. Care to elaborate? :I

[Ottofar]

Which part?

We'll lose because there is six of us. Lynch reduces the amount to five. NK to four. 2:2 scum-town ratio.

I wouldn't do it, since no one's paying a lot of attention to me.

[Zrk2]

Ottofar; maybe we should pay more attention to you? Why are you trying to stay in the shadows?

[Ottofar]

No reason, and I'm not.

[Argembarger]

Day Three has ended!
Happytown VoteCount:

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Taco Dan (1) - Zrk2
Zrk2 (4) - Lordnincompoop, NativeForeigner, Taco Dan, Warhammer651
No Lynch (1) - Ottofar

Not Voting: NativeForeigner

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The debates rang out as usual, with little progress being made. The final 6 individuals locked in this puzzle of innocence and guilt strained to figure out who they should possibly lynch.

Suddenly, a voice rang out over the hubbub. The voice of Zrk2.

"Gee, I sure hope I don't get lynched..."

Zrk2 got lynched immediately. Ottofar stood off to the side saying, "guys, we probably shouldn't do this", but it was too late.

As Zrk2 gets hanged, his wallet falls out of his pocket, erm, somehow. You all flip through it, and find his Cop's Badge.

Oh shit you just killed a cop that's horrible

You all run to bed and hope for the best... It all seems rather bleak and hopeless, though.

Night Three has begun! Send in your night actions!
Night Three ends when I feel like it.

[Argembarger]

In the middle of the night, Zombie Lordnincompoop felt he simply had to act. Something must be done.

There were only 3 townies left; if one of them died, it would all be over: Town would be outnumbered by the mafia, and mafia would finish everyone off.

Lordnincompoop could save the day, he was a doctor after all. He slipped over to Warhammer651's house to stake it out.

He then watched Warhammer leave his house. Odd.

Lordnincompoop followed behind.

Warhammer headed to Taco Dan's place. Double odd.

Taco Dan came outside with a big smile on his face. They both headed over to Ottofar's pad. Lordnincompoop followed.

They stood at Ottofar's front door. They knocked. Ottofar answered after some time had passed.

"Hey there bucko, time to die."

Gunblasts rang out. Ottofar was thrown away from the doorway in a wave of smoke, bullets and blood. Zombie Lordnincompoop made a zombie gasp.

"Scum!" Whoops, too loud.

Warhammer651 and Taco Dan turned around.

"Why hello there, Zombie Lordnincompoop. Surprised? Let me introduce myself. I am the Godfather. Taco Dan over here is my Roleblocker pal. We're here to take this town over; and it looks like we have done just that. Shame you didn't stay dead earlier, now you'll have to experience it all over again."

Lordnincompoop felt the embrace of oblivion for a second time.


Knock.
Knock. Knock.
Knock.

You answer the door.

You see the inside of a gunbarrel. Hm, interesting. So that's what it looks like.

A flash of light, a whiff of gunpowder, a splitting headache later, you are a pile of lifeless organic material on the ground.

Your spirit heads off to the afterlife.

And this one, too.


Police Chief Toaster conferred at the Mobile HQ. The wiretap had been successful, and a very damning conversation had been recorded because of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the two perps in question walking out in the open. Excellent. Good morning, scum, Toaster thought, I'm sure to be re-elected after this.

"Stop right there, scum! We know it's you two, put your weapons down and your hands up!" Toaster shouted, pointing at Warhammer with his trusty police-issued handgun.

"Of course it's us, everyone else is dead! We've won, don't you see? It's far too late for your intervention, Toaster. Tell him, IronyOwl."

IronyOwl steps out of the shadows.

"Foiled again there, Toaster. You never have been able to stop us, have you?"

"Gah, Irony! I should have known. A little far from Italy, eh?"

"None of that matters now, your town is ours."

"I think not, if you haven't noticed, you're surrounded by police! And the National Guard! And Special Forces! Surrender, all three of you, or we'll be obligated to use deadly force!"

"Silly Toaster, always thinking short-term. I don't know if you've noticed, but YOU are the ones who are surrounded."

Toaster turned around. Sure enough, he saw a solid wall of Mafiosos stretching all down Main Street, all of them holding guns, all of them pointed at Toaster and his fellow police officers.

"Your shenanigans with our two agents, Taco Dan and Warhammer, gave us just the time we needed to slip into Happytown en masse. You'll find similar things happening in other towns as well, all over America. Scum are taking over, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"No! Never!" Toaster shouted. He proceeded to open fire on IronyOwl, who casually slipped behind cover. A whistle was heard, and the world was rocked by innumerable gunblasts. Happytown itself was shredded fine by scumbullets.

The End! Scum Won! I hope everyone had a good time!

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

Cop: Muz
Doctor: Mindmaker
Godfather: Warhammer651
Roleblocker: Taco Dan

Cop: You are a hardboiled, loose-cannon cop! You couldn't bear to stand around with the other cops as the Mafia terrorized these poor citizens, you have a duty to uphold! To serve and protect! To... find these darned Mafia members before they kill everyone!

Special Power: During the night, you can choose one person to investigate, to find out if they are Mafia members or not.


Doctor: You've spent ages working to earn your medical degree, time to put it to work! Luckily, you live on this street, so you didn't have to sneak past the police barricades.

Special Power: During the night, you can choose one person to protect. If that person is targeted by the Mafia, you wait until the Mafia goes away, then you spring forth from the bushes you were hiding in, and save the life of the person they tried to kill!


Godfather: You're the Mafia Godfather. This town belongs to YOU. Who are these chumps, to tell you otherwise? Pretty chumpy chumps, you'd have to say. This place is so bright and cheerful, it makes you sick just thinking about it. Time to kill some town.
...Unfortunately, only one of your henchmen was with you when the area got barricaded, but oh well, you'll just have to make due.

Special Power: After years of leadership within the mob, you are one cool cat. You're not stupid, and you don't leave evidence lying around. If anybody tried to dig up dirt on you, they wouldn't find nothing, y'see? (You always appear INNOCENT when investigated)

The Mafia, collectively, gets to kill one person every night. You must choose who carries out this kill; and choose wisely: The person who carries out the hit is unable to use any other powers they have. (You still appear innocent when investigated though, even if you commit the kill).

You can talk to your fellow mobsters here


Roleblocker: You're a cunning mobster, and you've honed the subtle arts of manipulation and distraction. Some would even call you a Roleblocker, but you usually tell those people to scram like a tree and beat it outta here.

Special Power: Once every night, you can choose a person to distract. That person is unable to do anything that night. Useful when used on someone with a special role, useless for normal townies, who spend the night asleep anyway. The person you target does not know that it was you who distracted them. You're that good.

The Mafia, collectively, gets to kill one person every night. You must choose who carries out this kill; and choose wisely: The person who carries out the hit is unable to use any other powers they have. (You still appear innocent when investigated though, even if you commit the kill).

You can talk to your fellow mobsters here


Town IC: You are the Police Chief of Happytown. The recent Mafia activity has sickened you to your very core, but you just can't risk sending in men. These people have families, damn it!

You will, however, try to help the people in the quarantined zone deal with the problem. Your trusty megaphone will help you with that.


Mafia IC: You are one of the Head Godfathers back in Italy. You can secretly communicate with the splinter faction in Happytown and lead their efforts to become as awesome as you.

You can talk to them here.


Townie: You are just a normal, everyday Townie dealing with this horrid Mafia business. You have nothing to help you but your wits, and 30 feet of good, prime Lynching rope. Time to get to work.

Spoiler: Night 1 PMs (click to show/hide)

Akigagak - Be dead

As your body gets wheeled off to the Happytown Morgue, your soul takes the opportunity to ditch that dead weight and head on out to greener pastures.

These greener pastures, in fact.


Lordnincompoop - Die

You stretch and yawn, exhausted from the day's events. You head home, change into nightclothes, and turn down the lights to settle in for the night. You drift off into dreamland, without a care in the world.

Several hours later, you are rudely awakened by your bedroom door being violently kicked in with a loud smash! A shadowy figure stands at your door. As you begin to yell for explanations, the figure pulls out a gun and points it at your head.

Oh dear...

Your world gets thoroughly rocked, and your soul slips off into the Afterlife.

More specifically, it slips off straight to here.


Mindmaker - Do Nothing

Oh man, oh man, being a doctor is hard work for sure! You're not ready to do anything yet, so you chill out at your house and flip through some old medical journals until you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning and head outside to greet the new day.


Muz - Investigate Warhammer651

This Warhammer651 guy, he's pretty shady, yeah? So you decide to slip out tonight and see what that guy's all about.

You sneak into his house in the dead of night. Not very legit police behavior, but who gives a crap about that. Warrants are for suckers.

You give the upstairs a wide berth, that's likely where his bedroom is and you don't want to walk in and risk waking him up. You switch on your flashlight to take a look.

Hm........... Everything seems to check out with this guy, he's pretty obviously innocent. You pat yourself on the back for being an awesome detective-cop person, and head back to your own house for some needed shuteye.


NativeForeigner - Nothing

Man, all this wrongfully-lynching-people sure can wear a guy out! You head sleepily back to your house.

Your dreams are restless and disturbing, you wake up several times in the night, with a feeling of apprehension, as if the mafia is waiting right outside your window, watching you sleep.

Ultimately, you convince yourself that there is nothing wrong, and manage to get a little bit of rest in.

You rise with the sun, and head out to face the new day.


Ottofar- Nothing

Poor Akigagak.. This whole Mafia business is terrible, you've had about enough.

You sleep away your issues, and have a dream where you single-handedly kill every mafia member ever.

The sun rises, and your hopes rise with it. Surely we can oust these ruffians today!


Taco Dan - Block Mindmaker

Time to go to work.

You slink on out and head to Mindmaker's house. You leave a trail of coins from his front porch to the woods, in a long windy path that will ensure he will be thoroughly distracted if he decides to leave his house tonight.

You head back to your place, giddy with your mischievousness. The only problem with this particular method is that there's no way to know if it worked or not: The homeless in this town will gather the coins up before sunrise if Mindmaker doesn't.

Oh well, that's life. You snuggle in the bed of the poor, dead sap whose house you are inhabiting for now.


Trollan - Nothing

Well, that's that. Shame about Akigagak, but ah well, he had it coming. You head home, confident that this Mafia business is no big deal.

You sleep soundly, and nothing at all happens. Nobody sneaks into your house, or anything. Nope. Nothing like that happens. You are totally confident about that.

You wake up and head outside for round 2 of these shenanigans.


Warhammer651 - Kill lordnincompoop

Hehehe, this is why you love being in the Mafia.

You dust off your gun, stow it in your awesome trenchcoat, and sneak into the night.

You find an unlocked window at Lordnincompoop's place. Poor fool, this is too easy. You sneak through his house for a bit, and find his bedroom. It's pretty clear that it's his bedroom, as it says "lordnincompoops bedroom - plz don't kick in the door and kill me k thanks bye" on the door.

You kick it open and get ready to kill him. Seems you caught him asleep in his bed - excellent. He blearily opens his eyes and looks at you, not quite sure what to make of you. He says something that sounds like "Hey what the hell are you doing here" but you didn't actually hear any of it because you were too busy shooting him in the head with your gun until he died.

His bedroom is a pretty bloody mess, but that's too bad. You head home. Well, you head to the house you are currently inhabiting. You obviously don't actually live here, you're a mafia member. Duh.

Anyway, you sleep soundly until the morning.


Toaster - Access Deadchat

You access the coveted Deadchat to answer the questions of the newly dead. You're a police chief, AND a medium! Sweet!

Here's the deadchat


IronyOwl - Access Deadchat

You acess the coveted Deadchat to answer the questions of the newly dead. You're a headmaster italian godfather, AND a medium! Awesome!

Here's the deadchat

Spoiler: Night 2 PMs (click to show/hide)

Ottofar - Watch Untouchables

Yawning, you head home to relax and forget about the grim events in your town.

You pop in your all time favorite movie, The Untouchables. The 1987 one. Best. Movie. Ever.

You wonder to yourself if a Mafia member could possibly watch this without bursting into flames, or something.

After the movie ends, you go to sleep and have dreams where you are a hardboiled cop who guns down mafia members by the hundreds.


Lordnincompoop - Protect NativeForeigner

Darkness. Emptiness. Your hollow thoughts consist of nothing.

After clawing your way out of the Happytown Morgue, your decomposing feet shuffle you mindlessly back to the cordoned-off neighborhood where you died.

The cops don't know what to do when you approach, so they just let you through without incident.

You rejoin the debate, using what's left of your vocal cords to argue. You don't have a clue what you said; you hope it was convincing. That is, if you could hope anything, at all, or indeed have any conscious awareness whatsoever.

The one plus to being a shambling corpse: For some reason, you're suddenly hella good at bein' a doctor.

After everyone else goes to sleep (you don't have to sleep because you are a corpse), you mindlessly shamble over to NativeForeigner's place.

You sit in a bush and wait to see if he needs your help, mindlessly munching worms and insects. You're totally ready to perform Zombie CPR, and Zombie Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation. You even brought your Zombie Defibrillator and Zombie Gauze and Ointment, which all zombies receive upon becoming zombies. Apparantly.

He doesn't need your help though. Feeling no emotions whatsoever, you shamble back to the meeting place for more mindless debate.

Being a zombie sure is hard work!


Zrk2 - Investigate Ottofar

When you heard a cop had gone rogue and snuck through the police barricades to help the townies, it inspired you to go rogue, sneak through the police barricades, and help the townies. Especially since the other cop got caught and pulled back. Chief Toaster was furious. You sure hope YOU don't get caught like that rookie did.

Anyway, time to start your illegal police business in earnest! You make haste to Ottofar's place after everyone goes to sleep, to see what you can see.

Sneaking around in the dark is really hard. You stub your toe on a metal stake stuck into the ground in Ottofar's backyard.

The pain is intense and you shout curses into the night. You're sure glad nobody's around to hear you, that'd be embarrassing!

Anyway, you finally get to a window and look inside. It's his living room.

You can see Ottofar sitting there, watching the 1987 film The Untouchables, directed by Brian De Palma. Kevin Costner is SO AWESOME in this movie, you don't even know. So is Sean Connery and Robert De Niro. You love this film. It made you want to be a cop when you grew up.

Clearly, there's no way Ottofar could possibly be a Mafia member. No Mafia member could possibly watch this movie without bursting into flames or something.

Satisfied, you head home.


NativeForeigner - Be a Townie

You head home and Be a Townie. You are really good at that.


Taco Dan - Roleblock Ottofar

Alright, this time you're serious. Seriously serious.

You sneak to the front of Ottofar's house, and look through the window of the front door.

There he is. You can see him. He's in the living room, watching TV.

OH SHIT HE'S WATCHING THE UNTOUCHABLES

You quickly glance away, checking your body for signs of spontaneous combustion.
You can't watch The Untouchables; as a mafia member, you are in danger of bursting into flames from Kevin Costner's icy stare.

Phew, looks like you're fine.

You leave a delicious-looking sandwich on Ottofar's front porch. It's a ham sandwich. Everyone loves ham.

Not everyone loves chloroform in their ham sandwiches, though. Hehehe.

You sneak away, snickering to yourself.

Kevin Costner is an asshole.


KaminaSquirtle - Get Killed Horrifically

Just kidding. You go home and sleep, and have a completely uneventful night.

And then you get killed horrifically.

OH SHIT DOUBLE MOBIUS MOD LIE REACHAROUND

But yeah, you die. It was pretty gruesome.

I won't describe it. It's too gruesome. Picture the most gruesome death ever, and your death was one that would make the guy who died in your mind-picture go "DAMN THAT'S GRUESOME"

But yeah you float off to the afterlife


Warhammer651 - Kill KaminaSquirtle horrifically.

You do so with gusto.

Man, you love your job.

Except you have to spend a few hours afterwards picking out bone fragments from your nose. Ewwwww.

Anyway, job well done. Congratulations.