LYNCH HAS BEEN ACHIEVED
One Piece Mafia
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LYNCH HAS BEEN ACHIEVED
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I thought we already had a SK, are there normally more then one third party
whether there's SK or not, it's still unconfirmed. i'm not sure about TP abilities, but it's probably something that can kill. and i think there can be more than one third party, but i don't know how common that is.
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@metteminne:
really? mmmh
well i will wait what kmo was about to ask before i vote
and town vote dolphin i guess
I can't ignore such abilities, i already asked SGR about it. Ignoring trapped naivety might be possible though.
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Oh balderbash, looks like im gone. Unfortunately for you brats this game is still far from over. good luck
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I can't ignore such abilities, i already asked SGR about it. Ignoring trapped naivety might be possible though.
ok , than i dont feel guilty about the lynch
lets see what we did
and the last thing you said is interesting
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kmo, don't use your ability on me. something tells me that would turn out bad.
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Stop Talking Immediatly
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Next person to talk gets insta-killed
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The aura around the game was of wittiness, however, in this particular case, the aura was of something different…
Not intelligence, not cunning, not mind corruption, but something more distinct
Pure insanity
Something that not even the 3 Masked Men predicted, something that not even the God of Mafia predicted, something that goes beyond the expectations of the godly audience, that couldn't help but feel excited when looking at that simple old man, that on the outside simply looked like a tough Marine
That aura was found around Garp, and as much as he tried to hide it throughout the game, it turned more and more noticeable, until everyone finally decided to end it, not out of fear of him being one of the four corrupted souls, but out of fear of whatever the hell he isThe gut feeling of Trappedolphin, Mettemine, Kmohyudin and Felton were right on track
[hide]Wooden Giraffe is dead, he was Garp, a Serial Killer that didn't care about the money, but rather the death of every single guest of this ship[/hide]
Its Night 5
Send your PM's with your targets, if your ability is optional, send me a PM telling me you aren't using your ability, if you have no Night Ability, simply relax and wait for the day -
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I don't know if anyone would want to read it…. do people actually want to know about my sensual fantasies involving fictional characters?! PFFT. I'm actually not sure if I'll make it smut anymore I've been thinking of how it could be just sort of a little sexy but pg-13 (and then I can include other characters without being super creepy).I would love to gat a PM and/or read it here! :3
I finfaly finished the main story chapters and by Gawd you guys rock your typing skills! :wub:
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Title: Urban Itch
warnings: pg-13 for innuendo, minor language, mild violence
pairing: Crocodile x Miadestroystokyo
honorable mention characters: Masha, Local, Ms.Valentine, Mr.5,
notes: not the best thing I’ve ever written :/ but alright-ish. I felt the transitions of mood were sort of awkwardly done and that Crocodile wasn’t completely in character.! When you’re involved in the mob you have to brace yourself for an unpredictable lifestyle. It isn’t completely unusual to leave your home for a few hours and come back to find that everything has gone to hell while you were gone.
Even if you knew not to be surprised by it, sir Crocodile still couldn’t supress a sigh of annoyance as he stepped over a limp body lying in the hallway outside of his city apartment.
! First sign that shit has indeed hit the fan while you were away? Your goons are leaving blood stains on your carpet.
! The door was unlocked, not broken. With a growing sense of irritation Crocodile felt in his coat pocket for his key. It was missing. A young woman at the bar had brushed past him. A good looking woman whose curly bob bounced and shone as she walked past him under the bar lights. He hadn’t thought to get a better look at her which was uncharacteristically foolish of him since now in retrospect he realized it was the poisonous blossom- masha, and that she’d left with the contents of his pocket.
So the second sign would be that your house has been broken into. Crocodile opened the door and silently slipped in though he knew stealth would probably be useless. The room was dimly lit and seemingly empty. The only hint of another prescence was the curls of smoke wafting towards the ceiling.
! Since bad luck supposedly comes in threes I bet you’re wondering what the last sign is that everything has gone to hell. The third sign would be that the empress of ruin is sitting in your armchair.
! He couldn’t see her- he was facing the back of the chair. He could see one of his own cigars held loosely between her red-nailed fingers. Though he’d never had the displeasure of officially meeting the empress of ruin, Baroque Works had recently chased an enemy of theirs beyond their ‘jurisidction’ and things had gotten ugly on Vindice territory. The law had showed up and one of his officer agents- Mr.5, had been arrested. Because of the sloppiness he’d shown in his work, Mr.5 was being allowed to rot in a cell. His partner had a much worse fate though- she’d received a bullet wound running away from Hina and naively gone looking for help at Local’s.
Poor girl would probably never see the light of day again.
! It was an insult to the Vindices though- to soil their streets with outsider’s blood when they weren’t the ones to have spilled it. Even if Mr.5 and Valentine had managed to escape they were smart enough to know if they tried crawling back to Crocodile with their tails between their legs they’d get no protection- just a bullet in the head and an unmarked grave.
! In the silent apartment now there were two armed bosses who hadn’t spoken a word yet. But neither of them were amateurs- pulling weapons and shouting threats were delinquent level theatrics. So Crocodile merely hung up his fur coat calmly without saying a word and poured himself a glass of scotch, watching his uninvited guest out of the corner of his eye. He saw her stamp out her cigar with a soft hiss and took it as a cue to walk around to face her, leaning against the wall opposite.
! “Nice place you’ve got here.” the woman said calmly.
! He’d never seen her up this close before. Wearing a rather modernly short dress that fell just above her knee in a gentle wave of swishy, black fabric and her stockinged, slender, legs ended at a pair of stiletto heels that looked as if they could punch a hole in someone. Over the sleeveless dress she wore an open grey blazer with thin white pinstripes. Her dark hair was slicked back and her all monochrome outfit was starkly contrasted to the crimson of her lips, her fingernails, and the ruby ring on her pinky. Crocodile liked a well dressed woman- ‘with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes.’
! “Thanks. I’m sorry it’s not neater- apparently a crook’s broken in recently.” he responded to her nonchalantly.
! The edge of her red lips twitched upwards momentarily and her eyes seemed to smoulder with a dangerous mischief as she held his gaze unwaveringly.
! “How dreadful. You should really be careful for pick-pockets.” her thin eyebrow quirked at him.
! He was growing tired of playing games with this woman who was atleast 10 years younger than him.
! “It won’t happen again.” he said firmly, cutting to the chase. But for him to have to make assurances to some dame was below him and an insult to his pride. No matter how much power she held in this city, he’d still been making a living off killing since probably before she was even born. “…so kindly get the fuck out of my house.” he finished, his face turning to a scowl instantly.
! She didn’t flinch but instead smiled casually, now that the tension atleast had been broken by the blunt aggression she leaned back in his chair and put her hands up in mock surrender.
! “Ara, ara~ who says I’m here to scold you? We haven’t been formally introduced yet. Consider this a cordial visit from your friendly neighbour, the Vindice.” she smiled crookedly, leaning forward slightly and twining her fingers together over her knee, “After all, villains like us should try to get along, ne?”
! “Friendly visit, eh? Then I guess those guards in the hallway just wound up dead due to a series of unfortunate but unrelated events?” Crocodile asked darkly. She smiled making a face of pretend guilt.
! “Oh? That was just a slap on the wrist, nothing more. There is ettiquette to uphold.”
! “Since when is it proper ettiquette to break into a man’s house?” Crocodile was still annoyed by her disrespectful attitude.
! “Come now, I’m not trying to start a fight. I’m a pacifist- really! We’re all just trying to make a dishonest living in this town without ruffling too many of other people’s feathers.” Her casually innocent tone was highly suspicious.
! Crocodile lit a cigar and after inhaling looked the woman in the eye and said bluntly, “If that’s all you’re here to say- you’re already aquainted with the location of the door. Be a doll and find your way back out.”
! Now her face lost some of it’s impish nonchalance and her smile faded to a thin red line on her face.
! “Well, aren’t you a prince? Can’t a gal even get offered a drink?” she said but her voice had lost it’s humour.
! She was trying his patience and he was too powerful a man to lie down and exchange verbal barbs with women in red lipstick. From insider his jacket he pulled a gun and aimed it point blank between her eyes.
! “I can offer you some lead. Will that suffice?” he asked calmly, taking another drag from his cigar.
! “Sorry but I get hungover the next morning. Don’t you have anything a bit less toxic?” she retorted, cool as ever.
! He pressed the gun to her forehead, “This ain’t a bar, lady. Now find your way home like a good girl- you’re out past your bedtime.” he no more than whispered harshly.
! With her arms rested against the sides of the chair she leaned her head to the side slightly, looking up into his eyes.
! “I told you I didn’t want trouble. I thought you were more level-headed than to pick fights that will only leave you worse for the wear.”
! Another drag from his cigar and he blew the smoke in her direction derisively as he leaned over her, placing his hook on the armrests of the chair and still holding the gun firmly against her head.
! “As you can see, I’m not pissing my pants from fear right now. If your gang of street rats has a complaint they know where to find me.”
! He heard a soft click and didn’t even have to look down to see a gun pointed at his chest, red shiny fingernails stroking the trigger. Her expression didn’t falter for an instant.
! “You don’t have a hand to spare… so why don’t you put your toy gun away and we can try to have a civilized conversation like grown ups.”
! On a silent count of three they both let down their weapon, only using the fierce gaze of eachother’s eyes be the threatening force between them.
! Crocodile had become angry with her smug attitude and even if he knew her mafia was formidable it didn’t mean he had to take orders from her personally but it turned out she was more able then she let on. It had been a while since someone had even had an opportunity (or the nerve) to pull a weapon on him.
! He took a step back and she stood up, the accomadating fabric of her dress loosely sifting around her slender form to adjust to her new position. It had given him a thrill to have his life threatened so directly again- or more like, it had set his senses off.
! He felt acutely aware now of her smooth-looking skin, her dark painted eyes, the long dark lashes surrounding them, the strong line of her jaw, her neck, the glimpse of collar bone the revealing dress allowed. She seemed to turn slightly in the direction of the door but after giving it a moment of thought Crocodile stopped her.
! “You said you wanted a drink.”
! She stopped, looked over her shoulder slightly to gaze at him out of the corner of her eye.
! He smirked. “It would be unfortunate if the boss of the Vindice left the boss of Baroque Works house with nothing but bad feelings…” he poured her a glass of scotch and held it out in her direction. “Come. As a gesture of good will.”
! She stayed where she was. Mia didn’t like the look he was giving her. Even if he was smiling it was a leer more than anything else and his expression read nothing less than that of a predator taking sadistic amusement out of luring it’s prey close. Nevertheless, she couldn’t turn down such a challenge even so and took the glass from him. It was now a contest. Whoever could be more darkly affable to the point of being shady would win.
! “What’s this? Are you trying to convince me that you actually are a gentleman now?” she teased, taking a step towards him. He loomed over her, being atleast a foot or so taller than her. He was a giant of a man and strong too. Somehow even so and with the crude gold hook replacing his hand and the scar across his face he still managed to maintain an aristocratic quality of elegance about his appearance that couldn’t exactly be pinpointed down to any one attribute.
! “No. I’m trying to convince you to sleep with me.” He answered bluntly, taking a sip of his drink. She was impressed by his forwardness but didn’t let it show.
! “Oh? Do you get lonely if no one’s here to watch over you when you sleep? Ah, I can see why you were so upset that I knocked out your guards then. Poor baby.” she mocked with a crooked smirk. “Some of your agents have days of the week as codenames, don’t they? Is that the days they’re assigned to baby sit you?”
! He traced a finger down the line of her neck and slid it just under the fabric of her dress’s straps. “Only my female agents have days of the week as codenames.” he murmured, his eyes wandering down the curve of her cleavage.
! “Hm~ They sing lullabies best.” she whispered, continuing her joke.
! He chuckled quietly, “For a self proclaimed pacifist, you sure like to push the limits of people’s patience. Where did a little girl like you get such a foul mouth?” he rubbed his thumb against the curve of her neck. Only minutes ago her coyness was pissing him off but now it was feeding into his feelings of lust not anger- or perhaps both.
! He brought her face to his in a lazy, shallow, kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth of her breath against his neck, the sharp smell of her perfume… “Nice little girls don’t carry guns on them.” he breathed, slipping his hand under her jacket and taking her gun, pressing it against her ribs. He felt her stiffen slightly at the touch.
! “Well it’s fine ‘cause I’m no little girl” she said and a metallic snap rang out as a switchblade opened against his side out of his line of sight as she deftly ran it under his belt buckles, “…and I never said I was nice either.”
! He lunged at her, ignoring the switchblade skimming his side as he did and pushed her back into his armchair, falling on top of her and pinning her down with his weight. She dropped the knife by her hip to free her hands up to unbuckle his belt, no semblance of composed toughness between either of them now- only desperate, frenzied, lust. He he ripped her blazer off her. She clawed her hands against his waistcoat, slitting it down the middle with the switchblade out of impatience to lay her hands on his bare chest. Soon the blazer, cravat, and a lacy pair of lingerie were all thrown over the side of the chair carelessly. The one hand he had went up her skirt, pulling it back to reveal the garter belt and straps of her stockings which he pulled at until they ripped and were tossed aside as well. He ran his face against her knee, her inner thigh, eager to touch every part of her. The feeling was mutual as he felt her bony, dexterous fingers exploring every camber and muscle of his torso, his chest, the curve of his hip…
! There was a shuffling noise from outside the hallway followed by a low groan of “uhhh boss…?” apparently one of the goons who’d been standing guard wasn’t quite dead and was now sitting up bleary eyed rubbing his head and squinting at the scene before him.
! Impatient to get on with things and irritated at the useless trash daring to wake up right when things were getting good, Crocodile without hesitation pulled out his gun and shot his own henchman square in the forehead. A thump as he hit the ground and with a final glare of irritation at the corpse he forgot all about him again.
! Mia laughed musically, “Is that really alright?”
! “I don’t need anyone who can get beaten so easily.” Crocodile grunted briefly as he unbuttoned his pants and leaned in to the other mafioso. She panted, arching her back until she was looking up at the ceiling as he pressed into her she was forced against the cushion of the chair, a tight fit for both their bodies. He too seemed to be frustrated by this and with no semblance of gentleness grabbed her by the shoulder and tossed her on her back onto the ground. She only grinned through gritted teeth as she gave him a look that clearly spelled out she wouldn’t be giving him any tender treatment either.
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! It’s true that cities don’t sleep. Even at 4 am the polluted sky isn’t completely dark- only a smoggy shade of dark purple obscuring the stars. There is no peace and quiet because cars are always in motion on the streets, you can still hear drawled chatter or drunken singing faintly no matter how late it is. A neighborhood mutt barks, trash bins are knocked over noisily as a tramp stumbles through the dark alleyways, a glass beer bottle shatters followed by the sounds of an inebriated husband shouting against the shrill reproaches of his wife. All these become like white noise, a comfort even, to city dwellers. They’re the lullaby and the mother’s kiss on the forehead that most of the mobsters never had. The familiar warmth that guides them to sleep.
! The sharp smell of cigar smoke burned his nostrils and roused him from sleep. A small flame flickered in the room, leaving a yellow glow on the young womans face as she held the fire to the end of her- no, his- cigar. The moonlight bathed the bed they both lay on now, washing her skin over with a pale luminosity. Smoke curled in wisps up to the ceiling from her lips as she stared out the window’s view- of other grimy buildings, horizon dotted by a few neon store lights and billows of acrid smoke. He saw the muscles in her back tense slightly, her spine straightening beneath her skin. She turned her head to notice he was awake for the first time, cigar still held loosely between her lips that weren’t so crimson anymore. Most of the lipstick had ended up smeared across his white pillowcases or on his own skin. She smiled at him with unexpected warmth and for a moment completely without arrogance.
! Then she stood up silently, the sheet falling away from her elegant form as she padded across the floor to pick up her clothes. He watched her slip the black dress over her head, shrug into the gray blazer and begin buttoning it closed at the middle. She was leaving with less clothing than she’d come in with and now it was a bare foot that slipped into her heels. She clicked over to the bed in them to lean over him, her slender fingers brushing over the stump end of his left arm with surprisingly gentle affection as she used her other hand to push away the loose tendrils of dark hair that fell onto his forehead. Her lips touched his temple for only an instant before she pulled away, making her way for the door without a word.
! Crocodile leaned his head back against the wall and smiled.
! “I think you’re forgetting something important.” he informed her smoothly.
! She turned on her heel to see him twirling her black lingerie around one finger mischeviously. A sardonic smile broke across her face.
! “When a girl leaves something at a man’s house, she’s using it as an excuse so she can come back.” she said smoothly.
! He only smiled, watching her hips swing with cat-like grace as she moved, the dress hugging the curves of her bare ass underneath.
! An excuse to come back, eh? Maybe next time he’d break into her house.Extra:
! I’m considering writing one to two more parts to this (not just because I liked doing this but… I have ideas for more that could happen).
! Oh and here’s some theme songs:
! Hatef-ck by The Bravery
…there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you
you show no mercy for me
the only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly
! Inertia Creeps- Massive Attack
Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can't inhale
Clearly out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly
! Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
She's moving up slowly
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly…..
! In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when I'm over careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Would you found my irritant's itching…….
! Awake I lie in the morning's blue
Room is still my antenna in you
Nylon burns the bedspread with two
Gravity's zero see me stall
I bounce off walls lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze
See me on all four's
It's been a long time…….
! I caught your radio waves
Will you take a string
Say you string me along
Say you string me along
Say inertia creeps
Inertia creeps and she comes -
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…... It's so amazing I can't express it in words. As a person who obsesses over Croc constantly I'd say that's incredibly in character. I freaking loved his bluntness. "... So kindly get the fuck out of my house." was one of my favorite lines. I could totally imagine him saying that. Loved the stand-off with the guns. and I will never unsee the days of the week bit, nor do I want to. >:3 That was fantastic. The ending was simply beautiful. Croc is so naughty. Someone PLEASE draw a picture of him with that lingerie.
My day has been completely and utterly made.
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This is great inspiration for my own DoflaCroc fic. I don't wanna seem like I'm copying you, but there is no DoflaCroc fic that is complete without Doflamingo breaking into Croc's house without invitation. I wish I could be as detailed and still make the story flow. I feel like whenever I try and fit a lot of detail about a location or setting, it'll get too wordy or something.
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Mia! Double post~!
Well, all weirdness aside, you had fun with this one huh? XD Hey, since you are Croc's old flame in the main mafia story, can we just use what you wrote? It's fits wonderfully. Mia~ You should write more~ Come to the side of the crazy literary art people~ We have cookies! shot for using the oldest line in the book
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Val never sees the light of day XD But she's cute! And my 4th fave char1 I would never do anything nasty to her XD
Ah. But I DO ship her with Hina. So I'd totally sell her to my 3rd fave char XD.
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deleted my double post. sorry it took so long for me to do so.
I've had the worst night ever @_@
basically…. I got sick last night..... on my computer.. fried my computer. had it sent out to be fixed but it might be a few days before I have it back again. Literally right now I'm on a friend's computer just to read the latest OP chapter.
ughhhh.so I might not be too active for the next few days or so.
:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( sad face x 100000
really glad people liked though?
Local, of course I know this about you xD I purposely did that so there would be Hina/Val interaction right before your mention.
Trapped, I'm finding new mafia pic for you to replace the one I posted before so please be patient i'll try my best but like I said I don't have a computer right now :(
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deleted my double post. sorry it took so long for me to do so.
I've had the worst night ever @_@
basically…. I got sick last night..... on my computer.. fried my computer. had it sent out to be fixed but it might be a few days before I have it back again. Literally right now I'm on a friend's computer just to read the latest OP chapter.
ughhhh.so I might not be too active for the next few days or so.
:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( sad face x 100000
really glad people liked though?
Local, of course I know this about you xD I purposely did that so there would be Hina/Val interaction right before your mention.
Trapped, I'm finding new mafia pic for you to replace the one I posted before so please be patient i'll try my best but like I said I don't have a computer right now :(
I really hope you are felling better now, Captain! hugs
Oh, and the fic… That was hot... Loved the atmosphere and the ending was brilliant!
Thanks for including me!))))))I made the whole thing possible! XDDDD -
I've had the worst night ever @_@
basically…. I got sick last night..... on my computer.. fried my computer. had it sent out to be fixed but it might be a few days before I have it back again. Literally right now I'm on a friend's computer just to read the latest OP chapter.
ughhhh.oh no! get well soon my dear Captain. take care, have lots of rest and drink lots of water! and i hope your computer gets well soon too.
Trapped, I'm finding new mafia pic for you to replace the one I posted before so please be patient i'll try my best but like I said I don't have a computer right now :(
oh seriously? cool! thanks a lot! and yeah, take your time :D
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get better captain!
we will miss you :sad:
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Get better Captain! I'm reading your fic as we speak! :)
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Get well soon Cap'n mia!!! And your fic was crazily well written, I thought you were just a pic hoarder! I have misjudged you.
I really like the atmosphear you created, you should team up with Sky and Gypsy to write your own character's parts in the mafia fic :3 -
CAPTAIN!!! over dramatic slow mo petals falling
I FARE THEE WELL! salutes gets bricked in the head since Mia isn't dead
XD Well, my sentiments remain. Get well soon and I hope your comp does as well. Hopefully this stupid cram week before midterms will have settled down by then and I'll have posted lots of crack for you to read <3
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calm down sky, everything will be ok
and did you ever get awnser on your sig question ?
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NOT THE CAPTAIN!
….i'll just call up Law.....gimme a sec....
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Hope you feel better, Mia!
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Captain!! That was some awesome story telling! fansherself Very sultry! XD
Now take your time to get well!! Gets you bottles of water and waffles
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MIA! That's fic was simply fabulous! I just got done and about to walk out the door, so I can't do a proper review, but I shall when I get home!
Haha. I love how we all love our Captain Mia. xD
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:cwy: aww thanks everyone it means a lot
Also found out some bad news. My computer is totally dead beyond saving :((( 16000 characters of BAW. Luckily the files and everything on it can be extracted and put into a new computer so thats great. Stlll though it will be a few days until I can really post here.
On the other hand I'm FEELING much better health wise (I'm going back to work tomorrow and everything).
CAPTAIN!!! over dramatic slow mo petals falling
I FARE THEE WELL! salutes gets bricked in the head since Mia isn't dead
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The Guests woke up, only to find Spandam dead, he was surprisingly good
[hide]SomebodyUDon'tKnow is dead, he was Spandam, he could use his Den Den Mushi with the WG and find out if someone was bad or good.[/hide]
The crowd starts discussing, the game is furiously approaching the climax
Its Day 6
LYNCH VOTES
Not Voting in Anyone (6) - Mettemine, Harvady Alumnus, trappeldolhpin, kmohyudin, Felton, Cecila The Werecat
With 6 in game, it takes 4 to lynch someone
TOWN VOTES
Not Voting in Anyone (6) - Mettemine, Harvady Alumnus, trappeldolhpin, kmohyudin, Felton, Cecila The Werecat
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alright, this time i need one person and one person only.
kmohyudin, report. what did you do last night?
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Harvady, is the Mafia Godfather able to disguise someone else's background?
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Oh boy… this ain't good...
I boosted SUDK just like you told me to
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well spandam is dead…
well guess it was obvlious it was going to happen
and disguising somebody is a ability i think
so did you find something dolphin?
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might be something, might not be. i want to hold until more people show up, though. :happy:
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SUDK dying does suggest one thing: that the remaining mafia probably doesn't have the ability to disguise his/her own background. otherwise the mafia could have just left him alone and targeted other people.
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yeah , or he is killing the guys who are suspected the least
so maybe he still has the ability
but i dont really think he has
and where are the other people?
ps:death note music was awesome sg !
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@metteminne:
yeah , or he is killing the guys who are suspected the least
so maybe he still has the ability
but i dont really think he has
i assume you mean the ability to disguise. well SUDK is dead now, so…
ps:death note music was awesome sg !
it certainly created an interesting atmosphere… though it got me rushing to the mute button whenever i wasn't in a very appropriate place to be playing music.
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we are lucky to get rid of the serial killer. Actually, wooden did a good job hiding through the game.
Hopefully our luck will help us nail the final mafia
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Harvady, is the Mafia Godfather able to disguise someone else's background?
It's not specifically a part of the role, but they can occasionally be given the power to do so.
As you've said, it doesn't really make sense for there to be such a role, as SUDK has now been eliminated.
(I'll be going back some pages to pick up my vote analysis. If I see something I want to mention, I'll put it up.)
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Metteminne, Wooden Giraffe, Cecila and felton.
out of these people, one person is mafia, and another might be SK. if we take Cecila as the prime suspect for SK - and she does seem to fit the bill - and i think mette seems quite innocent, then we have WG and felton, both of whom could be lying about their abilities.
Found this while I was going through the older pages.
Does this mean that you don't suspect Kmohyudin?
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nope. i think i excluded him by mistake. i think i corrected it in a later post.
eh, it seems unlikely that the last Mafia can disguise others so i might as well reveal now. i lied about being naive - my report of Sky came back bad. i told SUDK to investigate kmohyudin to try to lure out the mafia. if SUDK hadn't died last night i was going to assume that the mafia could disguise. but since he did, it's probably not so. i also investigated kmohyudin last night because of the probability that SUDK would die.
And yes, i investigated kmohyudin last night as well. My report: bad.
Vote lynch: kmohyudin.
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wow, this is interesting.
mafia do sometimes have the ability to "frame" others, but if the mafia is killing, then he can't do anything else, right?Vote lynch: kmohyudin
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wow, this is interesting.
mafia do sometimes have the ability to "frame" others, but if the mafia is killing, then he can't do anything else, right?i did wonder about that. but i'm willing to risk it i guess. if we're wrong, we'll find out something else about the mafia's ability.
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Oh dear…
Guess saying that I am being framed wont work right? Can't be helped I guess, anyway, I do ask you to take these points into consideration before lynching me... there are still two days remaining no need to hurry. If you still think I am mafia, go ahead and do it.
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In my defense:
I was the only person to advocate for Masha when you guys wanted to Lynch her, you can see my posts if you wish.
I was actively brainstorming the best I can for the benefit of town, I was the first to suspect Hiro,,,
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The only thing I guess against me is when I closed the deal on Hiro when you guys didn't want to but the truth is, as I have stated before, I thought we had already settled on a good plan, a plan MIND YOU that would ensure Sky (another mafia's) death. If I were mafia, I would have wanted to change at least that, and not just settle on the current plan.
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ack, didn't realise so few votes were needed to lynch.
Unvote lynch: kmohyudin
NOT because i don't suspect him anymore, but cause i don't want the hammer to accidentally fall. we'll wait for more people to come and discuss :happy: though i'm definitely still for lynching kmo. i'll at least let everyone come and speak first…
Harvady, possibility of there being another Third Party?
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kmo, there are many things working against you as well. for one, you were the only person to put Harvady at the top of your list of suspicion, and you kept trying to subtly advocate him for mafia. it leads me to believe that you want to make us lynch him because he can't be killed –> makes it harder for you to win.
SUDK's investigation was also my test. i intentionally told him openly to investigate you in particular. if you were mafia, and couldn't disguise, you'd definitely lynch him.
if you're really townie i'm sorry, but at least then we'll know the mafia can frame.
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I don't know what kind of ability would have me show as a mafia, it is not my passive ability but I ensure you, I am town. If its a risk you are still willing to take go ahead. Like I have said before, I really don't have anything I can do to help now.
By the way trapped, when you told me to not boost you, I kinda figured out you were not naive, and also your plan. SUDK would have died either way. Like we talked about before, being an unprotected investigator, its a wonder he survived as long as he did.
The only thing I am asking you trapped is do not be so hasty, we have time, lets think it out, I ain't going no where you know, if you still can't think of a better suspect, you can lynch me then.
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kmo, there are many things working against you as well. for one, you were the only person to put Harvady at the top of your list of suspicion, and you kept trying to subtly advocate him for mafia. it leads me to believe that you want to make us lynch him because he can't be killed –> makes it harder for you to win.
Wow!! You asked me for my opinion then!! And I think I provided a very good reason for my doubt. I am still not sure about Harvady!! I mean, the dude keeps saying sometimes mafia does this so it can be a hint… sometimes mafia does that so it can be a hint!! This is meaningless and only an attempt to pin point others cuz you can say that about whatever anyone does because Mafia would be trying to IMITATE THE TOWN!! Thats my main beef against him and whether you lynch me or not, I still think he is the bad guy!!
SUDK's investigation was also my test. i intentionally told him openly to investigate you in particular. if you were mafia, and couldn't disguise, you'd definitely lynch him.
Like I said, I already figured out what you were trying to do when you told me to not boost you!! There was no reason for me to kill SUDK then was it?
if you're really townie i'm sorry, but at least then we'll know the mafia can frame.
Hey, I am all for it if it helps the town!! :happy: