Puddle Mafia 01 - Game over. Town wins.
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pcfan123
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The cop is insane right? So are we reversing what he finds?
If we already think the cop is insane it just seems a pointless exercise to prove it. Plus if bevab has a night role he could harm the town.
Like I said people clearly aren't happy to lynch on day 0 even with strong mafia vibes.
Like I said people clearly aren't happy to lynch on day 0 even with strong mafia vibes.
Sedition
Panel of Selectors
Aww come on barmy, don't be bitter just because you didn't think of it 
puddleduck
Chairman of Selectors
7 pm. Day 0 is over. No more posting about the game (or anything ideally, but we all know how well it goes if I just say no posting )
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Aditya
ICC Board Member
In a 9 player game there should not be more than 3 mafia's. The balance of this game should most likely be, 3 mafia's with possibly 5 townies and 1 individual/third party.
If we lynch Bevab and he is town, that leaves us with 4 townies, 3 mafia's and 1 individual/third party.
If we lynch Bevab and he is mafia, then there will be 2 mafia's and 1 individual/third party and 5 townies left.
I hope I got that right. Colin, now you say, doesn't it make more sense to go through this day, let cop investigate Bevab and see what he gets. That will benefit us in two ways, we'd be more sure whether the cop is corrupt or not. In the other way that it benefits us is, if Bevab is townie and lynched we'd be left with 4 townies and if a townie is killed during the night that leaves us with 3 townies and 3 mafia's and maybe 1 individual/third party. Don't see how you're not seeing the things from this perspective.
If we lynch Bevab and he is town, that leaves us with 4 townies, 3 mafia's and 1 individual/third party.
If we lynch Bevab and he is mafia, then there will be 2 mafia's and 1 individual/third party and 5 townies left.
I hope I got that right.
Colin, now you say, doesn't it make more sense to go through this day, let cop investigate Bevab and see what he gets. That will benefit us in two ways, we'd be more sure whether the cop is corrupt or not. In the other way that it benefits us is, if Bevab is townie and lynched we'd be left with 4 townies and if a townie is killed during the night that leaves us with 3 townies and 3 mafia's and maybe 1 individual/third party. Don't see how you're not seeing the things from this perspective.puddleduck
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Night 1
News had spread quicker than avian flu in a carehome. Everyone in Duckton was now aware life would never be the same again. Suspicion and the accompanying accusations quickly mounted and before long the town found themselves teetering on the brink of action. "Action," thought one interested party to himself, "tonight I'll show them action."
It was the end of a stressful day for many of the residents. In amongst their previously settled lives lay undefinable dangers both obvious and hidden. The theorising of the town had produced interesting early results, but deciphering them was difficult. Editions of the local sensationalist paper seemed to be making positive early allusions, but even a tabloid paper occassionally slips into truth, and come the evening print, perhaps the story might have changed.
Now though, now was the time for the actors to take their cues, to play their roles and attempt to place meaning into the context of illusion. Now the night was their mask, and the town was their stage.
End of Day 0
Vote Count
Bevab (4) - Zhuorb, Barmyarmy, Mark, Manly
Zhuorb (1) - Bevab
No Lynch (1) - Aditya
With 9 alive it takes 5 to lynch.
No majority is reached and as such the day ends with a No Lynch
It is now Night 1 and there is 24 hours to submit your night role via Pm to the game mod (that's me). Expect far more detailed write ups at the start of each day phase relative to the end of day phase.
News had spread quicker than avian flu in a carehome. Everyone in Duckton was now aware life would never be the same again. Suspicion and the accompanying accusations quickly mounted and before long the town found themselves teetering on the brink of action. "Action," thought one interested party to himself, "tonight I'll show them action."
It was the end of a stressful day for many of the residents. In amongst their previously settled lives lay undefinable dangers both obvious and hidden. The theorising of the town had produced interesting early results, but deciphering them was difficult. Editions of the local sensationalist paper seemed to be making positive early allusions, but even a tabloid paper occassionally slips into truth, and come the evening print, perhaps the story might have changed.
Now though, now was the time for the actors to take their cues, to play their roles and attempt to place meaning into the context of illusion. Now the night was their mask, and the town was their stage.
End of Day 0
Vote Count
Bevab (4) - Zhuorb, Barmyarmy, Mark, Manly
Zhuorb (1) - Bevab
No Lynch (1) - Aditya
With 9 alive it takes 5 to lynch.
No majority is reached and as such the day ends with a No Lynch
It is now Night 1 and there is 24 hours to submit your night role via Pm to the game mod (that's me). Expect far more detailed write ups at the start of each day phase relative to the end of day phase.
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puddleduck
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Edit// You will receive the response to your night role once I have received all roles. I will at that point potentially cut the 24 hour period short.
puddleduck
Chairman of Selectors
7 hours remaining to submit night actions.
puddleduck
Chairman of Selectors
Day 1 - Spoiler text will reveal conclusion 
He had made preparations during the day, whiled away lazily eating expensive capicola and enjoying the panic. This was his doing. There was no going back, and now it was getting late. The silent embrace of darkness bestowed upon him the comforting cloak of anonymity and fed the ravenous appetite of his devilish machinations. It was time to head to the strip club for the real work. Sitting in the back office of Duckton's premier female exploitation venue, he makes a phone call. It rings just once before cutting off. The gentleman smiles briefly to himself. Shortly, it will be time to strike. It begins.
Camped out in the top floor of a dilapidated and run-down building his night was a success.
It was still pouring outside, but he knew he'd have to venture out. He locked up his desk and made his way towards the building's car park exit. He thought back to his last good holiday, boating near Paris in the north of France with his partner. Those were the good times. Those were the memories that still shined. He got into his well travelled vehicle and switched on the radio. Pink Floyd soothingly greeted him... ?Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs? he sang along blissfully before stopping abruptly. "Strange" he thought as he switched it to the right frequency, ?I could have sworn I filled her up.?
He had spent the day mobilising the town against the new threat. This town was important to him, he'd lived in it for his entire life. He remembered learning to ride his bike in the community park that he was currently meandering through, the rush of feeling unstoppable, the wind flying in his face, and his proud father beaming a smile at him from behind a camera. The warm recollection caused his neck to gently tingle in the present. His oversized Dunlop umbrella was doing a good job of sheltering him from the rain, and his thoughts again drifted pleasantly backwards as he passed the children's playground he had spent many a summer evening drunkenly abusing in his teenage years. Tomorrow was a fresh day with new hope, and with the town's forces all in action he had high expectations of as rapid a resolution to the situation as possible. The rain continued to drive down hard around him, maybe it had even got harder, and as he exited the park and turned into the side alley that led to his house, he felt a sharp and sudden pain pierce precisely into his back and through into his heart. The man turned to see his killer, but nothing more remained other than a shadow fading into the nothingness. His eyes closed, and then he felt the ground hit his knees, ?perhaps I'll rest here for a minute? he struggled to think as he lay down on the drenched concrete. His body relaxed into the claret bed that rapidly formed around him. This town was important to him, and he'd lived in it for his entire life.
This was going to be a new day filled with fresh fears. Would the sun find a way to burst from the persistent clouds, or do further troubles await the town of Duckton.
It is now Day 1. With 8 alive it takes 5 to lynch. You may all recommence posting.
(note. I will be at a friend's drunken birthday from this afternoon until tomorrow, so if anyone fancies keeping the vote counts up to date at the start of each page that would be awesome)
He had made preparations during the day, whiled away lazily eating expensive capicola and enjoying the panic. This was his doing. There was no going back, and now it was getting late. The silent embrace of darkness bestowed upon him the comforting cloak of anonymity and fed the ravenous appetite of his devilish machinations. It was time to head to the strip club for the real work. Sitting in the back office of Duckton's premier female exploitation venue, he makes a phone call. It rings just once before cutting off. The gentleman smiles briefly to himself. Shortly, it will be time to strike. It begins.
Camped out in the top floor of a dilapidated and run-down building his night was a success.
It was still pouring outside, but he knew he'd have to venture out. He locked up his desk and made his way towards the building's car park exit. He thought back to his last good holiday, boating near Paris in the north of France with his partner. Those were the good times. Those were the memories that still shined. He got into his well travelled vehicle and switched on the radio. Pink Floyd soothingly greeted him... ?Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs? he sang along blissfully before stopping abruptly. "Strange" he thought as he switched it to the right frequency, ?I could have sworn I filled her up.?
He had spent the day mobilising the town against the new threat. This town was important to him, he'd lived in it for his entire life. He remembered learning to ride his bike in the community park that he was currently meandering through, the rush of feeling unstoppable, the wind flying in his face, and his proud father beaming a smile at him from behind a camera. The warm recollection caused his neck to gently tingle in the present. His oversized Dunlop umbrella was doing a good job of sheltering him from the rain, and his thoughts again drifted pleasantly backwards as he passed the children's playground he had spent many a summer evening drunkenly abusing in his teenage years. Tomorrow was a fresh day with new hope, and with the town's forces all in action he had high expectations of as rapid a resolution to the situation as possible. The rain continued to drive down hard around him, maybe it had even got harder, and as he exited the park and turned into the side alley that led to his house, he felt a sharp and sudden pain pierce precisely into his back and through into his heart. The man turned to see his killer, but nothing more remained other than a shadow fading into the nothingness. His eyes closed, and then he felt the ground hit his knees, ?perhaps I'll rest here for a minute? he struggled to think as he lay down on the drenched concrete. His body relaxed into the claret bed that rapidly formed around him. This town was important to him, and he'd lived in it for his entire life.
Sedition is dead. He was Vanilla Town ? Town Aligned.
You have no special abilities, but this is your town, and you'll be damned if anyone else is taking it from you. You may vote during the day, and pray during the night. Unfortunately, God has forsaken Duckton, and he won't hear them.
You have no special abilities, but this is your town, and you'll be damned if anyone else is taking it from you. You may vote during the day, and pray during the night. Unfortunately, God has forsaken Duckton, and he won't hear them.
This was going to be a new day filled with fresh fears. Would the sun find a way to burst from the persistent clouds, or do further troubles await the town of Duckton.
It is now Day 1. With 8 alive it takes 5 to lynch. You may all recommence posting.
(note. I will be at a friend's drunken birthday from this afternoon until tomorrow, so if anyone fancies keeping the vote counts up to date at the start of each page that would be awesome)
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Sedition
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Always happy to take the bullet when I'm vanilla, good luck guys
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Paragraph 1: This must be the mafia godfather. With the phone call, and no mention of him in the third paragraph I am lead to believe that he didn't make the kill himself.
Paragraph 2: someone used their role successfully. Someone probably town, but can't say.
Paragraph 3: someone was roleblocked, and they had a role. Haven't gathered any other hints from the description of the person and his demeanor, but perhaps they do signify something other than flavour.
Paragraph 4: Sedition kill. If the killer was the mafia GF, I believe his identity would be shown more explicitly (like he chuckled behind him etc). The reiteration of 'this town was important to him' suggests to me that Sedition may gave a hidden role, perhaps a backup.
The vibes from Bevab aren't of a miller, rather of a person disguising as miller, although I have no idea what role he might actually be. Not saying he's anti-town, but probably not miller. I don't know if I said this on Day 0 or not, but we need to make Bevab post a little more than he would usually do.
Paragraph 2: someone used their role successfully. Someone probably town, but can't say.
Paragraph 3: someone was roleblocked, and they had a role. Haven't gathered any other hints from the description of the person and his demeanor, but perhaps they do signify something other than flavour.
Paragraph 4: Sedition kill. If the killer was the mafia GF, I believe his identity would be shown more explicitly (like he chuckled behind him etc). The reiteration of 'this town was important to him' suggests to me that Sedition may gave a hidden role, perhaps a backup.
The vibes from Bevab aren't of a miller, rather of a person disguising as miller, although I have no idea what role he might actually be. Not saying he's anti-town, but probably not miller. I don't know if I said this on Day 0 or not, but we need to make Bevab post a little more than he would usually do.
puddleduck
Chairman of Selectors
Right I'm off out shortly until tomorrow probably. If Sedition or User can just quote one of my vote count posts and adjust it to fit if any serious votes start coming in that would be much appreciated
There is roughly 50 hours left in the day period, but extensions can be requested to the day period from now on.
There is roughly 50 hours left in the day period, but extensions can be requested to the day period from now on.
Aditya
ICC Board Member
^Agreed. Bevab needs to come forward and post a little more but I'm worried more about Zhourb, he has suddenly gone inactive.
3rd Para, first line
The bold part is actually quite interesting. "He'd had to venture" out, I feel the person who was role blocked has a very important role and not just any other role or else I don't see the use of "he had to" in this particular para.
3rd Para, first line
The bold part is actually quite interesting. "He'd had to venture" out, I feel the person who was role blocked has a very important role and not just any other role or else I don't see the use of "he had to" in this particular para.
