Author Topic: Mafia: Day 2 (Read 34555 times)

vudu · « **Reply #25 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:28:09 AM »

I agree that we try to keep talk on PGC--either via the forums, PMs or the dreaded PGC Chat.

Also, a question about the rules. Is there anything stopping the cop from inquiring about people every night until he gets killed off and then posting what he found once he’s dead? Since it will officially announced he's the cop there won't be any question about if he's lying or not (at least about being the cop; no guarantees that he's not lying about who he asked about).

I just ask because it kind of spoils the game--the cop is supposed to weight the option of revealing himself and letting everyone know what he’s discovered with keeping his information a secret but risk dying before he can share it with anyone.

Also, (and this is a purely hypothetical situation) let's pretend I'm mafia and wandering is the cop. If wandering dies and then it's revealed that he's the cop I could jump in here and pretend to be a regular townie and say that wandering and I were sharing info via PMs that he told me that Bill was a mafia member (even though he's not). If wandering is allowed to post and say that I'm lying it takes lots of the strategy out of the game.

Can we make a rule (and hope that the deceased respect our wishes) that dead people can't talk?

Pale · « **Reply #26 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:34:38 AM »

Hopefully people won't be that rude.

Pryopizm · « **Reply #27 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:34:53 AM »

Dead people can't post. That's in the rules. So if the cop dies, he, just like all the dead people, would not be able to post in any more Mafia threads.

vudu · « **Reply #28 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:36:34 AM »

I agree. But with the dead cop example the person might not realize what he was doing would be wrecking the game. He might just think of it as helping he teammates. (Especially if "oh, well I was going to reveal what I leared today anyway".)

Pryopizm · « **Reply #29 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:43:11 AM »

Well, he's not allowed. Every player at any time may be privvy to sensitive in formation. Even townies. This game relies a lot on the integrity of the players. I can sticky the rules thread again if you guys want.

vudu · « **Reply #30 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:45:40 AM »

That would be nice. Or maybe in the first post of every day just state that dead people can't talk (via forums, PMs, etc). A PM to the dead person might work, too.

Sir_Stabbalot · « **Reply #31 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:54:54 AM »

Stab walked outside again, shotgun still at the ready.

Toruresu · « **Reply #32 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:57:16 AM »

While walking to the pet shop, Toruresu sees Satb and runs to the alley and hides, fearing for his life. Toruresu peeks through the corner of the alley, watching Stab's every move...afraid that he will start shooting everywhere

vudu · « **Reply #33 on:** January 10, 2006, 09:59:43 AM »

I guess we found our vigilante.

Toruresu · « **Reply #34 on:** January 10, 2006, 10:04:14 AM »

(I gtg, finished working today, no internet at home.)

VOTE STAB

Sir_Stabbalot · « **Reply #35 on:** January 10, 2006, 10:21:33 AM »

Stab continues to walk down the street, then sees a blur in an alley. Turning to face this threat, he slowly walks at it, shotgun at his shoulder. soon, however, he sees it's Toruresu, and lowers the gun.

"Hello, neighbor!" Stab says in greetings and waves, dispite the fact they are not neighbors.

"Be careful, there's a seriall killer and some gangsters on the loose, and those damn flying pink eliphants I can never seem to hit with my gun." Stab suddenly raised his gun and points it into the air.

"Die you pacaderm freaks!!!" Shouts Stab as he fires wildly while running down the street.

Just because someone is a shotgun-wielding psycho doesn't mean he's a psychopathic serial killer.

nickmitch · « **Reply #36 on:** January 10, 2006, 10:51:15 AM »

It's 7 o'clock in morning, and the sun's rays hit TVman's face. He awakes in a strange bed that isn't his. Some lady who seems kinda familiar walks in the room. He begins searching for his pants when he is shoved in a closet. A man walks in. His cell phone rings. The man says, "Must we have sex to Michael Jackson music again?" The man begins to suspect that another man is in his home. The man begins searching. TVman then realizes that he's in R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet." So, he pulls out his berretta and begins firing wildly at the ceiling, despite it being a B.B. gun and him being out of B.B.s.

Having ran out the house, TVman catches a ride to the local bar with a man who's sexual orientation was questionable. TVman begins feeling tired. He decides to take a quick nap in the alley so he does not be desturbed. He hears a sound. He then quickly covers himself in garbage to hide himself from his unexpected visitor as he's tired of being harassed by girl scouts.

"Damn themand their deliciously evil cookies," TVman thinks to himself.

wandering · « **Reply #37 on:** January 10, 2006, 10:52:11 AM »

If you were in the bar at 4:37pm, you might have overhead this conversation:

Strange man: (inaudible)
The Wandering barkeep: No, I haven't seen KnowsNothing in a while, either.
Strange man: (inaudible)
The Wandering barkeep: Yes, I do find that strange. Very strange indeed.
Strange man: (inaudible)
The Wandering barkeep: Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. It's probably nothing. How about that stabalot fellow, though? He seems to be the flavor of the minute....
Strange man: (audible scowl)

And then you might have seen the strange man leave in a huff, and Wandering shrug. And, then, just maybe, you might have heard wandering mutter under his breath, "everyone's so damn conspiratorial."

Sir_Stabbalot · « **Reply #38 on:** January 10, 2006, 10:56:21 AM »

"And stay out!" Shouts Stab as he fires his last shell into the sky. He starts on his way to the gunshop to buy more shells.

KnowsNothing · « **Reply #39 on:** January 10, 2006, 11:01:36 AM »

KnowsNothing busts into the bar, swinging trashbags

"Role-playing is for nerds!"

wandering · « **Reply #40 on:** January 10, 2006, 11:14:52 AM »

Quote
let's pretend I'm mafia and wandering is the cop.

While we're dealing in hypotheticals, can we assume that if, hypothetically, wandering dies tonight, that vudu, in this hypothetical situation, is responsible and should be voted off with all due force the next day?

I'm kidding of course. If I were being serious, the mobsters would use that oppertunity to kill 2 birds with one stone - the birds in this case being me and vudu. In conclusion, nobody kill me tonight.

IceCold · « **Reply #41 on:** January 10, 2006, 11:22:24 AM »

After completing the second chapter of my novel, I walked in the general direction of the pub. I was off work today, so I figured that another visit to the pub would be in order. As I staggered along, I caught a whiff of garbage, which was actually a very pleasant scent. It had the smell of raw marzipan, with a smidgeon of melted toffee, all mixed with the heavenly smell of gasoline. I entered the bar just as PaleZer0 walked out, which got me wondering AGAIN how a number can be pale. It is a demon that will haunt me forever.

Speaking of demons, I saw the ancient bartender wandering_nintendo_fan. He gave me the "usual" and I started sipping. By and by, wandering informed me that it was his birthday today, and he was having a celebration at his house at night. I told him that I liked a bicentennial birthday as much as the next person you'd BETTER know where that comes from but I had things to do, people to meet, places to go and the rest. He seemed disappointed, but I didn't think too much of it.

Presently, he left to go to the washroom, presumably to cry. There was no one else in the bar. I put my glass down, and noticed on the tabletop a small, white piece of paper. On the top, I made out the word paranoiasuper. Below it was a flashing red lock. I remembered Gohan once telling me that he had acute paranoia, but other than that, I KnewNothing about it. I cautiously picked it up, alert to any sound. I was about to open it, but then I heard the door crashing open and the unmistakable sound of a cocking shotgun. I hurriedly threw the table back onto the table...

ShyGuy · « **Reply #42 on:** January 10, 2006, 11:25:05 AM »

Staring at the computer display, ShyGuy notes the vote cast for Stab. "It has begun" he says with a grim look. He turns and gives an order "I want the situation to be monitored."

Realizing he is alone, ShyGuy stops for a bit then looks around. He shakes it off as he thinks about the dark night ahead.

MysticGohan24 · « **Reply #43 on:** January 10, 2006, 11:47:15 AM »

"Walks to the pub for lil game of pool" I happen to noticed Icecold on the floor holding onto an odd looking box, I went up to the Bartender and asked for a round of white russian, then I continued to walk towards the pool table, I noticed Mario was setting at the stool at the edge of the bar. He looked rather well and happy, I shouted if he wanted to play a few rounds. He told me in a few, he wanted to finish his drink. I decided "Hey why not play some practice?" but as I was to shoot the stick, I've seen Stab busting with shotgun in one hand and shells in the other "Holy SHI-" I ducked under the pool table and just remembered, Stab hasn't been taking his "medications" I noticed he wasn't wearing any pants, that and he was mumbling something about pink floyd... or elephants or something.

"Damn I just knew today was gonna be one of them days, bottoms up"

Pryopizm · « **Reply #44 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:01:59 PM »

This is the first game of Mafia I've ever been involved in that's had over 30 posts and only one vote. I love it. You guys are hilarious.

IceCold · « **Reply #45 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:19:52 PM »

No no no guys! You've got it all wrong

- there are plotholes all over the place. I was supposed to be in the bar alone when Stab came in with the shotgun, it was a paper not a box, if you want to say piac you just need to click "Do not parse emoticons" under the Reply button, wandering's supposed to still be in the bathroom crying, etc, etc

But I guess life's a lot better with variations..

MysticGohan24 · « **Reply #46 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:20:43 PM »

heh, ain't it great? lol glad you could enjoy it Pryo

Sir_Stabbalot · « **Reply #47 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:35:35 PM »

Slipping further into insanity, Stab tried to play chicken with a bus.

He lost.

Five hours later he awoke in the hospital with a neck brace on and having been given his medication while he was unconscious. Having been here many times before, he was allowed to leave.

Neverminding the concussion, Stab walked into the bar. His shotgun was lowerd, but still loaded.

"Erm, sorry about the rucus I caused, guys. I'll get those damned elephants someday..."

MysticGohan24 · « **Reply #48 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:45:55 PM »

"ponders Stabbies origin story" There must be a reason to the madness "I thought to myself" The only clue I could think of
is when stabby was in Highschool, he got mixed up in Biology and tried dycecting a toad with his bare tounge, this resulted in Stabby
getting high and the toad getting pleasured.

Mario · « **Reply #49 on:** January 10, 2006, 12:46:53 PM »

As I awoke from the gutter I somehow ended up in last night, I noticed something at the back of my mind. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but something had gone down. I recall someone with a pink wig holding a gun... but that could just be my crazy mind still dreaming

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Author Topic: Mafia: Day 2 (Read 34555 times)