MafiaCon! (GAME OVER - mafia win)

[mudbuck]

^{Disclaimer: This game is based on "Upick," created by and several times stolen from AniX.}


Finally~! After three consecutive days of driving uphill and eating fast food three meals a day, you have finally reached the Puzzlania MafiaCon!, which is hosted by this wierd, mostly spiffy, half-baked dude. Nevermind that, since the very first thing you see after getting your luggage out of the car is eleven charter planes land onto the runway next to the convention center, one-at-a-time, at perfectly spaced succession.
O, why must everyone else have charter buses but you? O, why! You shake your fist at the air.

All twelve of you gather at the front entrance, where a mudbuck stands atop of a platform. "I hope all of you enjoyed a safe trip upon the charter planes we sent to all of you. Well, except for the one who's flight ticket was, unfortunately, lost in the mailing system. But that doesn't matter now that we are all here. Now, my usher should be handing your hotel keys right about now. Oh, and if you have any inquiries, requests, order forms, complants, love letters, unused coupons, or the what not, please place them in this conveniently placed bucket on the wall." The mudbuck points at the rusty modbuckett. He then continues. "You have until ten today to talk to each other before the curfew. Enjoy yourselves!" With that, the mudbuck walked back into the convention center, and mostly everyone began talking...

Jump to beginning of Day 1
Jump to beginning of Day 2
Jump to beginning of Day 4... no wait, 3
Jump to beginning of Day 4 for reals!
Jump to the end of the game
Jump the shark

[modbuckett]

Rules:
[01] Do NOT post your ID's publicly! That's an instant modkill.
[02] However, you may quote PM's sparingly with the sender's permission.
[03] Do NOT talk through PM's except if you are part of a masonship, cult, mafia, or whatnot. Also, in this game, a player might PM you. In this case, PM back ONLY to that person.
[04] Please refrain from talking at night.
[05] Be ready to know that some wierd stuff can happen during this game.
[06] No Alcohol in the parking lot after 8PM.
[07] Please don't be a jerk or ruin the game for others!

[Fritzler]

Hypothetically if we got 7 votes on someone before 10 pm tonight could we lynch them?

Vote: Jedo

[Fritzler]

Before I forget:
FLAVOR FLAAAAAV is in da house!
YEA BOY!!!!!!!!! (pronounced boy-eeeeeeeeeee in case you didn't know)

[Jedo the Jedi]

Oh!Iguesswehavestartedthen.I'mgladthatIcouldalreadybethevictimofFritzler'svote.WhattimeisitnowsoIknowhowlongwehaveuntilnight?

[Fritzler]

Mudbuck says he lives in pacific, and its 4:56 now. So we have 5 hours (and four minutes) to lynch jedo the scumbucket.
COLD MEDINA!

[Jedo the Jedi]

Oh!Thatwouldbeaterriblethingtodo.

[Jedo the Jedi]

Oh!Doesrulenumberonemeanwecan'tclaim?

[Fritzler]

No, I think it means we can't post the pic/link to the pic we have.

YAAOOOW!

[mudbuck]

Yeah, it means that you can't post the pics or the urls publicly.

[Iammars]

How much do you want to bet that Jedo has a restriction?[/skinny]

And I'll say this right now: My character is a character from a book I'm writing, therefore none of you would know this person. But I like the role I got for it.
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Iammars' first law of sanity:
If you believe you are perfectly sane, you are not perfectly sane. If you believe you are perfectly crazy, you are not perfectly crazy.

[Fritzler]

YEA BOY! why didn't you vote for jedo, the scum bucket?

[Jedo the Jedi]

Oh!YouthinkIhaveapostrestriction,doyou?Well,thatisveryastuteofyou.*givesIammarsagoldstar*I'dsayI'mnottheonlyoneeither.

[Iammars]

Oh, Fritzler. right.

I'm surprised that I didn't get a posting restriction. But my role restriction maes up for that. I'd rather have had a posting restriction though...
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Iammars' first law of sanity:
If you believe you are perfectly sane, you are not perfectly sane. If you believe you are perfectly crazy, you are not perfectly crazy.

[Fritzler]

YAAOOOW!

Seriously guys, just over two hours to lynch jedo the scum bucket today.

[Iammars]

Tsktsktsk Fritzler. I don't think we want to lynch scumbuckets just now. If we lynch a random bucket today, then we might lynch the modbuckett by accident. And what a terrible thing that would be!
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Iammars' first law of sanity:
If you believe you are perfectly sane, you are not perfectly sane. If you believe you are perfectly crazy, you are not perfectly crazy.

[Iammars]

[Mgm]

Iammars, could we find your character online?

[mudbuck]

...and it's night!

Night 1! Send choices to modbuckett by Sunday 4 Dec 2005 10PM PST

[Amb]

You spelt Dragon Pheonix's name wrong in the fancy graphic

[mudbuck]

bump for night choices

[mudbuck]

Due to GLPics issue, the sunrise is suspended for an indefinate amount of time. Please contact modbuckett if you want a text version of your role.

[mudbuck]

glpics.com is UP. That means you cannot slack off anymore. When I prod everyone, the deadline for the night will be reapplied.

[modbuckett]

Night 1 will finally end 10PM PST, Monday 19 of December 2005

[modbuckett]

You have less than 5 hours to send any last choices. And, yes, I will eventually fix that list on top of the page to correct DP's name.

[mudbuck]

_{HERE HE COMES! HERE COMES SPEED RACER! HE'S A DEMON ON WHEELS. SOMETHING, SOMETHING, SOMETHING, NA NA NA NA NA NA !}

"Oh!Ilovethatsong!It'smythemesong.Doyouknowthat?" askes an energetic Jedo.

_{WANNA HEAR MORE?} asks the mysterious figure who's face is too obscured by the darkness so we inconveniently cannot see it.

"Oh!Sure!Iwouldlovemore!"

_{THEN FOLLOW ME}
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Day breaks. The mudbuck once again walks upon the platform. "Hey, all!" the thing speaks. "Hope you all had a wonderful night's sleep, with the exception of poor Jedo over there."

"Oh!Why?Whathappenedtome?"

"You got scyth'd. And... you owe me 20 bucks for leaving tire marks all over the rug!"

"Oh!Darn!" mutters Jedo ask he crumbles into a pile of dust. On top of that pile reveals a shiney-looking ID.



"Well, then. Let the doors open!" Behind the mudbuck, the ebony doors creak open in an overdramatic two-week cinematic event. Finally, you walk ahead first, into the glorious light that is MafiaCon!

the modbuckett says: DAY ONE. 11 alive, 6 to lynch

[Fritzler]

Vote: amb

YAAAOOOOOWWWWW!

[Mgm]

Vote: Fritzler for being the first player to post.

[Amb]

Yay for day 1.

[The Cheshire Man]

Vote: Amb
FoS: Mgm
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[mudbuck]

Whoops. Forgot to change the title to say it's day one.

Proceed.

[Mgm]

Would you mind explaining why I got that FOS thrown my way?

[The Cheshire Man]

Because sometimes when the first player to post comes out strong with a vote and little explanation it's because they have a reason for it.
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[Mgm]

[Fritzler]

[Dan]

Jumpy voting! Vote: Fritzler
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Rokk. uuddlrlrbastart

[Fritzler]

unvote, vote: Dan

[Dan]

Remarkable. You just make yourself look worse.
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Rokk. uuddlrlrbastart

[Fritzler]

Oh damn, I forgot: YEAH BOY! COLD MEDINA! FLAVOR FLAAAAAAAV!

[The Cheshire Man]

Unvote: amb
Vote: Fritzler
Sorry: Mgm

I forgot it was Fritzler
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