MafiaCon! (GAME OVER - mafia win)

[inHimshallibe]

[Amb]

Thanks.

No really. Thanks.

[mudbuck]

Vote Count:

2 DP (Fritz, Iammars)
2 Fritz (Dan, DP)
1 amb (inHim)

[mudbuck]

There is no day deadlines in this game. Instead, I'm going to try some new thing.

LYNCH REQUIREMENT REDUCED by one. FIVE to lynch.

It will decrease again in no less than two days.

[Fritzler]

modbucket, what happens if it gets reduced to two,and DP and I still both have two?

[Fritzler]

Also, DP, if you think there's a role stealer out there, do you honestly think its anyone other than Iammars?

[Mgm]

DP, as a vig are you forced to kill each night, or do you have the choice not to?

[mudbuck]

[Fritzler]

thank you

[Amb]

At the moment, its really split between Fritzler and DP, so I think Fritz should at the very least claim. And wont that offend dp :-p

[Mgm]

It should be a split between Iammars and DP.
Either Iammars stole DPs vig power and used it to kill someone night 1 (indicating scumminess), or DP used his own kill (indicating his own scumminess).

DP admits having the caps restriction and having the kill power, Iammars admits stealing one, yet not the other.

Vote: Iammars

[Mgm]

DP PMed me and Fritzler and said that he isn't required to kill someone (he chose not to night one). Therefore he believes Iammars killed Jedo.

[Fritzler]

Ummm, I guess I like your reasoning better (mainly that Iammars doesn't admit to being able to kill). Also, DP told me he moved his vote to Iammars, so after this Iammars has 3 votes.

unvote, vote: Iammars

[Fritzler]

YEA BOY
FLAVOR FLAV!
KABLOOEY!
COLD MEDINA!
Damn it.

[Mgm]

Fritzler, what are you on about? Do you get a power if you repeat your nonsense as much as you can?

[Fritzler]

[Pooky]

vote Iammars

die die die!
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3-1 against Mith in Fantasy Football.

[mudbuck]

Vote Count:

3 Iammars (Mgm, Fritz, Pooky)
2 Fritz (Dan, DP)
1 amb (inHim)
1 DP (Iammars)

[The Cheshire Man]

Unvote
Vote: Iammars

Because DP at least seems to be telling the truth.
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smile

[Fritzler]

Hmm, and DP says his vote switch is sitting in his out box to modbucket. So, I think that's lynch.

COLD MEDINA!

[Fritzler]

(Plus it would be reduced to 4 to lynch today anyways, wouldn't it?)

COLD MEDINA!

[Mgm]

Iammars claims that the mod made a random choice for him...
It would be odd, but then again this game is odd too.

Unvote: Iammars

I think it would be helpful if you claimed, so we can evaluate if random choices fit your role, Iammars.

[Mgm]

Iammars has decided to claim:
His character is called Midas Welbee. At the beginning of the story he's in, his school is struck by a wave of bodyswitchings, which Midas himself causes. He goes on to use this power for his own benefit (read: to get back in if he gets expelled) and to lead a revolt against the school leaders.

He goes on to say he's got errotic feelings and a tendency to switch to a character of the opposite gender. Iammars claims his errotic feelings will lead to the mod choosing the target of his target's powers at random (and that he's got no choice in it)

He thinks, the opposite gender thing may affect female roles.

(Let me know if I missed anything important, Iammars)

You say you don't have a choice in whether to perform your target's action, but do you have a choice in whether you actually target someone?

[modbuckett]

Whoops. My last vote count was wrong. So I'm going to take Mgm's unvote since the people were misinformed.

4 Iammars (Fritz, Pooky, DP, TMC)
1 Fritz (Dan)
1 amb (inHim)
1 DP (Iammars)

HOWEVER, I'm giving time only until 10:00 PST tonight, when I will reduce the requirement to FOUR

[modbuckett]

...And it's past ten at night. The vote requirement has been lowered to FOUR. Iammars is officially lynched!
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It was getting late, though impossible to tell from the inside since there are no windows made of glass, and it's a federal crime to punch a hole through the paper ones. The only hint of time passing was the distance measured from the starting point to the current position of a cockroach making its way across the convention center. Unfortunately for everyone, the mudbuck stepped on the bugger because of the impeding doom of tomorrow's safety imspectors. It was getting near closing time, anyway.

Iammars was dragged onto the center stage, where a stool was propped on top of another stool (Iammar's head is bigger than the rest of his body; who figured?) underneath the symbolic glory that is the noose. The knot was often portrayed with several rays of light branching off from it, as in this case, leaving all the other guests to stare into the beauty that is potential death. The mudbuck, used to the noose, and more or less full of humbugry, quickly wrapped the nylon around Iammar and kicked the stools from underneath in the most anticlimatic way.

Then onto the floor from his pocket fell his ID card. You lift it up aloft and display it to everybody.



"Thanx 4 B-ing here, guys!" the mudbuck shouted frantically. "NowGitOuttaHere B4 tehRAID activates!"

Now exit the scene with you and everyone else stampeeding toward the exit as the fumes rapidly start to spread.
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It is now NIGHT TWO. Send to MODBUCKETT night choices by 10:00 PM PST, 16th of Janurary 2006.

[mudbuck]

49.25 hour warning.

[mudbuck]

Ugh... yesterday was a very not-good day. At least you don't have allergies to the raid, unlike the person in the room next to you, who kept sneezing and coughing all night. Not a good night to sleep. Grabbing your coat and various utensils, you head out of your apartment door.

But as soon as you close the door, a body lunges from over head. You cling to the wall for the moment, but as soon as you realize that it was a dead body, you kneel down and turn the corpse face up. It was Mgm, eyes wide open. They were unusually opal and hypnotic, as if they could suck out your soul if you gazed long enough. Examining the body, you find no wounds nor bluish skin. Apparently, he had fallen out of the air duct.

Then comes up the guy who sleeps in the apartment next to you. Teary-eyed and still sniffling, the guy reaches into Mgm's pocket and pulls out his ID. After he had read it, your neighbor hands it to you, all covered in snot drippings.



Houndini, eh? No wonder he was in the air duct.

Anyway, you and the other people walk down to the front of the convention center. But, instead of being welcomed by the mudbuck, you are welcomed by two overly large health inspectors. They signal the people in, and day two begins!

[modbuckett]

the modbuckett says: DAY TWO. 9 alive, 5 to lynch

[Mgm]

Crap! I wondered why day 2 started without my result...
Go town!

[Fritzler]

Vote: inHim
YEA BOY!

[mudbuck]

Note: the snot on the ID card means nothing toward gameplay.

[Amb]

I still think Fritz should claim. At the very least his claims are wildly entertaining even if not factual.

[Dan]

I'm back! I was moving to Brooklyn, sorries and all.

I don't know if it's necessary for Fritzler to claim. His post-restriction (or whatever), seems like it's just drawing attention to himself so he'll get lynched. That is: Don't post-retricted people tend to be town? Or is it my imagination?
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Rokk. uuddlrlrbastart

[Fritzler]

[Leonidas]

<-- I'm in this one too. Oh my God.

I could try a "Welcome back, Dan, we've missed you", but instead I guess I'll just apologize. I was busy with business trips in China, saving my company and stuff.

[Pooky]

We could always lynch amb

vote Amb

Amb is always fun to lynch.

*nods*
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3-1 against Mith in Fantasy Football.

[Amb]

No hes not!

[Pooky]

see!

he has no defense!

Lynch away!
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3-1 against Mith in Fantasy Football.

[Amb]

I only have a defense, if you have an argument. There no point in arguing with a fart.

[Iammars]

_{BAH AT YOU ALL}
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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.