House of Cards Mafia - Page 11

Demetrius · 06-25-2007, 11:03 AM

UNvote, Vote: IC Secret roles are evil!

Roy_D_Mylote · 06-25-2007, 12:24 PM

A powerful, Barry-Bostwick-esque voice did decree, "Lynch Inbred Chocobo!"

"Okay," a weary town said, "but after this you can go fuck yourself, we aren't listening to you anymore."

And so the town strung up Inbred Chocobo and made him to swing for the crime of killing Doc Clayton. But as it turned out, it was Inbred Chocobo, Hoshi the Ninja, town-aligned.

NIGHT 3 BEGINS. 24 hours for night roles.

Inbred Chocobo · 06-25-2007, 01:50 PM

Well damn, I didn't think you people would catch on that fast. Ah well, yeah I am actually in the game, I just don't show up anywhere else, thats all my role did.

Bailey · 06-25-2007, 07:43 PM

Okay... uh... I know I'm not really supposed to post at night, but I just thought I'd let you all know that I'm in a hotel in Ohio and that I haven't checked the forum at all since Wednesday morning.

Or was it Tuesday evening? I forget.

In any case, I'm baffled that the game started, got THROUGH day three, and involved me nearly dying all in... what? Five days? No... wait... the 21st was Thursday...

Four days?

Or is it five anyway?

Oh well, I'm just gonna hope that
1) I'm still in the hotel when day starts again.
2) I don't die before I get a chance to actually play.
3) Fenris and Roy don't get too mad at me for this post.

Roy_D_Mylote · 06-26-2007, 11:37 AM

Ridley looked out his window at the figure passing below. When they were gone and down the street, he turned back to his chamber. “Now, where were we?”

Zane duMont was naked and strung up by chains against Ridley’s wall. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, Mister Mayor.” Ridley licked his lips.

“Damn rich kids, think you’re above the law. Won’t even get a paying job and pay your taxes.”

“Not above the law, sir. Just…beyond.” Ridley picked up his jagged, dark knife and raised it out in front of him. Then he began to walk forward. Its long blade pierced the mayor’s flesh at about stomach level.

----

The Demon flew through the city, a flash of horrific light. Where it flew, sparks and tiny flame landed below. It spotted its prey down below, and landed in front of him. The Demon’s wings spread wide, blocking the entire street, and fire oozed from him.

“Arturo Smythe….”

Arturo tipped his hat to The Demon. “Yes, bloke?”

“You have…been judged and found….GUILTY.”

But Arturo just grinned and made the sign of Hatut, crossing his body. “You can’t touch me, friend.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out his sacred medallion, shoving it into the demon’s face. The Demon screeched and vanished with the smell of brimstone.

----

Arturo walked, confidently and silently, past a building, unaware of the figure watching him from above.

---

Ridley mopped the blood away from the wall with a cloth. He then began washing the cloth in his sink when the glass of his window exploded inwards. A flaming bottle quickly lit up his flat, burning almost everything, save what was in his fireproof chests. Ridley coughed and jumped out of the window, his long coat billowing out behind him like wings, before he hit the street and rolled.

“You all right, son?” Roland Samuelson the Watchman asked Ridley, helping him up. “Only I was patrollin’ the street here and then all a sudden, BOOM with the fire.”

A small cat began circling Ridley and Roland. Ridley looked at it and licked his lips. “I’m fine, sir.”

----

Mikhail Rasputin held his club in one hand, tapping it lightly against his foot. “You’ve angered Mr. Salori.”

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean to! It was….Please, don’t kill me!”

Mikhail shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Mr. Caulfield. It’s not my choice.

----

Mikhail left the room a few minutes later, clubless. A voice behind him said, “You’ve got a little something on your face.” Rasputin’s hand immedialty flew to his forehead to scrub the blood away, and he turned around.

“Who—“

But by then Arturo had thrown his knife, and it caught Mikhail in the throat. Two more knives quickly followed, one sliding neatly between the ribs and the other pinning him to the wall by his shirt.

“Too easy,” Arturo said, smiling.

----

The body of B_real_shadows, Mayor Zane duMont, Town-aligned, washed up in the river a day later. He had been gutted like a fish and was missing his hands.

The cause of death for one Ole’ Dude With The Face, Dexter Caulfield, Wannabe-vigilante, town-aligned, was ruled to be his smashed-in skull, caused by severe blunt force trauma.

And pinned to a wall, stuck “like a pincushion,” to quote Miss Riz, was Akamaz, Mikhail Rasputin the Consigliere, Mafia-aligned.

Demetrius · 06-26-2007, 11:40 AM

Holy deaths abound Batman! Town and Mafia are both dropping like flies... We need to figure out who the SK is and get his crazy butt lynched!

Wizardcat · 06-26-2007, 11:46 AM

Whoo! I appear in this post! Twice!

Roleclaim: Roland Samuelson, Police Officer, Town-aligned

Arturo Smythe is the Vigilante.

Moogle is Giuseppe Salori, Mafia Don, Mafia-aligned.

Cephrir is Ancient Sebassis, Order of the Ancient and Elder Ones aligned.

I think Cephrir is part of another mafia. I say we lynch Moogle today, and have Arturo kill Cephrir tonight. This Ridley sounds like the SK.

Vote: Moogle

Edit: Changes. I had an idea. Bold is change.

Demetrius · 06-26-2007, 11:48 AM

Ok, Vote Moogle

Sheb · 06-26-2007, 12:01 PM

I'll believe you for now wizardcat. Vote: Moogle

And what was the deal with b_real wasting 2 days lynching himself (the mayor does get to initiate a lynch whenever he wants, right)?

Ryanderman · 06-26-2007, 12:02 PM

Before I trust you and vote for Moogle, why did you decide to roleclaim today and give us this information now? You're inviting death tonight.

06-25-2007, 11:03 AM	#101
Demetrius In need of a vacation Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 3,236	UNvote, Vote: IC Secret roles are evil! __________________ DFM, Demon seed of Hell who fuels its incredible power by butchering little girls and feeding on their innocence. Demetrius, Dark clown of the netherworld, a being of incalculable debauchery and a soulless, faceless evil as old as time itself. Zilla, The chick. ~DFM Wii bishie bishie kawaii baka! ~ Fifthfiend

06-25-2007, 12:24 PM	#102
Roy_D_Mylote Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: The sky. Posts: 1,030	A powerful, Barry-Bostwick-esque voice did decree, "Lynch Inbred Chocobo!" "Okay," a weary town said, "but after this you can go fuck yourself, we aren't listening to you anymore." And so the town strung up Inbred Chocobo and made him to swing for the crime of killing Doc Clayton. But as it turned out, it was Inbred Chocobo, Hoshi the Ninja, town-aligned. NIGHT 3 BEGINS. 24 hours for night roles. __________________ I hate roleclaims. Last edited by Roy_D_Mylote; 06-25-2007 at 12:30 PM.

06-26-2007, 11:37 AM	#105
Roy_D_Mylote Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: The sky. Posts: 1,030	Ridley looked out his window at the figure passing below. When they were gone and down the street, he turned back to his chamber. “Now, where were we?” Zane duMont was naked and strung up by chains against Ridley’s wall. “Do you know who I am?” “Yes, Mister Mayor.” Ridley licked his lips. “Damn rich kids, think you’re above the law. Won’t even get a paying job and pay your taxes.” “Not above the law, sir. Just…beyond.” Ridley picked up his jagged, dark knife and raised it out in front of him. Then he began to walk forward. Its long blade pierced the mayor’s flesh at about stomach level. ---- The Demon flew through the city, a flash of horrific light. Where it flew, sparks and tiny flame landed below. It spotted its prey down below, and landed in front of him. The Demon’s wings spread wide, blocking the entire street, and fire oozed from him. “Arturo Smythe….” Arturo tipped his hat to The Demon. “Yes, bloke?” “You have…been judged and found….GUILTY.” But Arturo just grinned and made the sign of Hatut, crossing his body. “You can’t touch me, friend.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out his sacred medallion, shoving it into the demon’s face. The Demon screeched and vanished with the smell of brimstone. ---- Arturo walked, confidently and silently, past a building, unaware of the figure watching him from above. --- Ridley mopped the blood away from the wall with a cloth. He then began washing the cloth in his sink when the glass of his window exploded inwards. A flaming bottle quickly lit up his flat, burning almost everything, save what was in his fireproof chests. Ridley coughed and jumped out of the window, his long coat billowing out behind him like wings, before he hit the street and rolled. “You all right, son?” Roland Samuelson the Watchman asked Ridley, helping him up. “Only I was patrollin’ the street here and then all a sudden, BOOM with the fire.” A small cat began circling Ridley and Roland. Ridley looked at it and licked his lips. “I’m fine, sir.” ---- Mikhail Rasputin held his club in one hand, tapping it lightly against his foot. “You’ve angered Mr. Salori.” “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to! It was….Please, don’t kill me!” Mikhail shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Mr. Caulfield. It’s not my choice. ---- Mikhail left the room a few minutes later, clubless. A voice behind him said, “You’ve got a little something on your face.” Rasputin’s hand immedialty flew to his forehead to scrub the blood away, and he turned around. “Who—“ But by then Arturo had thrown his knife, and it caught Mikhail in the throat. Two more knives quickly followed, one sliding neatly between the ribs and the other pinning him to the wall by his shirt. “Too easy,” Arturo said, smiling. ---- The body of B_real_shadows, Mayor Zane duMont, Town-aligned, washed up in the river a day later. He had been gutted like a fish and was missing his hands. The cause of death for one Ole’ Dude With The Face, Dexter Caulfield, Wannabe-vigilante, town-aligned, was ruled to be his smashed-in skull, caused by severe blunt force trauma. And pinned to a wall, stuck “like a pincushion,” to quote Miss Riz, was Akamaz, Mikhail Rasputin the Consigliere, Mafia-aligned. __________________ I hate roleclaims.

06-26-2007, 11:40 AM	#106
Demetrius In need of a vacation Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 3,236	Holy deaths abound Batman! Town and Mafia are both dropping like flies... We need to figure out who the SK is and get his crazy butt lynched! __________________ DFM, Demon seed of Hell who fuels its incredible power by butchering little girls and feeding on their innocence. Demetrius, Dark clown of the netherworld, a being of incalculable debauchery and a soulless, faceless evil as old as time itself. Zilla, The chick. ~DFM Wii bishie bishie kawaii baka! ~ Fifthfiend

06-26-2007, 11:46 AM	#107
Wizardcat Dark-type? Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Somewhere. Posts: 431	Whoo! I appear in this post! Twice! Roleclaim: Roland Samuelson, Police Officer, Town-aligned Arturo Smythe is the Vigilante. Moogle is Giuseppe Salori, Mafia Don, Mafia-aligned. Cephrir is Ancient Sebassis, Order of the Ancient and Elder Ones aligned. I think Cephrir is part of another mafia. I say we lynch Moogle today, and have Arturo kill Cephrir tonight. This Ridley sounds like the SK. Vote: Moogle Edit: Changes. I had an idea. Bold is change. __________________ The dogs of war are nothing compared to the cats. Last edited by Wizardcat; 06-26-2007 at 11:51 AM.

06-26-2007, 11:48 AM	#108
Demetrius In need of a vacation Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 3,236	Ok, Vote Moogle __________________ DFM, Demon seed of Hell who fuels its incredible power by butchering little girls and feeding on their innocence. Demetrius, Dark clown of the netherworld, a being of incalculable debauchery and a soulless, faceless evil as old as time itself. Zilla, The chick. ~DFM Wii bishie bishie kawaii baka! ~ Fifthfiend

06-26-2007, 12:01 PM	#109
Sheb Goomba Join Date: Oct 2006 Posts: 2	I'll believe you for now wizardcat. Vote: Moogle And what was the deal with b_real wasting 2 days lynching himself (the mayor does get to initiate a lynch whenever he wants, right)?

06-26-2007, 12:02 PM	#110
Ryanderman Beard of Leadership Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 827	Before I trust you and vote for Moogle, why did you decide to roleclaim today and give us this information now? You're inviting death tonight. __________________ ~Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to stop, it turns. You tell it to turn, it stops. You tell it to take out the trash, it watches reruns of Firefly.~

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