WW22 - Diaries of the Madmen

[thestick]

The Village has won the game.

Live Players (2):
Ryan - Village Puppetmaster - Survived and won Day 5
Qgqqqqq - Village Miller - Survived and won Day 5

Dead Players (9):
Mattimeo - Mafia Neighbor - Lynched Day 1
Lewwyn - Village Compulsive Post Restrictor - Killed Night 1
Azza - Village Puppet - Lynched Day 2
Tasunke - Village Ability Inspector - Killed Night 2
Gazglum - Village Martyr - Lynched Day 3
novice - Village Neighbor - Killed Night 3
zakalwe - Mafia Ability Inspector - Lynched Day 4
Jkaen - Village Tracker - Killed Night 4
uberfish - Mafia Jailer - Lynched Day 5

Day/Night Resolution Posts and Votecounts:
Day 1: Opening 12 Hours 24 Hours 36 Hours 47 Hours Ending
Day 2: Opening 13 Hours 45 Hours Ending
Day 3: Opening 12 Hours 40 Hours Ending
Day 4: Opening 11 Hours 25 Hours Ending
Day 5: Opening Ending
Epilogue

Rules of Note:
1. Days are 48 hours, night are 24 hours. Deadline is 0300 GMT.
2. There will be an elected mayor. Cast all mayor votes in Green. In the event of a lynch tie, the candidate who the mayor is voting for will be lynched. If the mayor is not voting for any of the candidates, he will be asked to pick. In the event the mayor vote is a tie, a coin will be flipped. Upon the mayor's death, a new mayor will be elected.
3. Upon death, role name and alignment will be revealed. Role name and alignment are guaranteed to be accurate upon death.
4. The village wins when all threats have been eliminated, or nothing can prevent this.

Other rules are standard. Lynch votes are in red, no editing posts, no quoting role PMs, no profile camping, please do not take any insults personally, etc.

[thestick]

thestick's Diary, Final Entry:

I have had cause for alarm lately. Yesterday, the moonlight was nice on the full moon. Today, it has been snowing all day. Even as I write this, it still snows. A comet was spotted over the capital. It is clearly a bad omen.

Three days ago, when I was finally well enough to head out onto the street, people looked at me strangely, their eyes filled with rage. When I looked at them, they did not return my stares, instead pretending not to see me. Everyone was like this. They schemed behind my back, eying me with lust.

It was only yesterday that I realized the cause. BRick invited me over yesterday. He served a very large pig for the meal. I asked him, why are you serving such a delicacy? He told me, he was heading on a journey and would be leaving the village until summer, and wanted to say goodbye to his good friend. After serving tea, BRick told me offhand, you are looking rather well-fed today. I took no note of it at the time, due to my rather thin frame and my illness.

After I left, my cough grew worse. By this morning, I was coughing up blood. Today at lunch, I realized that BRick's eyes were the same as the eyes of the people on the street, full of rage and longing.

It is all crystal clear to me; they are trying to do me in! They have been watching me recover with greed, waiting for the moment I would be fat and delectable enough to slaughter. Even my friend BRick, he served me poisoned tea to weaken me, and pig so that I would still carry its taste. BRick always loved pork.

I have been bedridden all of today. I am waiting for the poison to wear off. I have regained movement in my legs, and hope I will be strong enough to stand soon. Although I fear that the moment the poison leaves my system, they will do me in.

Message from the Capital:

Intelligence warns you that your village is at high risk for a Mafia infiltration, due to its remote location, heavy snowfall, alarmingly small population, and lack of a given name other than The Village. We advise you to be on the lookout for any groups of people that number about one-third of your population, asking you if they can stay in the village.

Excerpt from Mafia Infiltrations 101: A Survival Guide

The best weapon against the Mafia is fear. Although you may think you're cowering in fear, the Mafia are more fearful than you. Fear of having their cover blown, fear of messing up the opportunity of a lifetime. As such, they are more prone to making public mistakes.

As such, you must endeavor to make the Mafia make as many mistakes as possible. Scrutinize them, ask them questions, and wait for them to slip up. Then take them out.

In my experience, the best way to go about this is through a public lynch. Knowing that your life is on the line in a public debate amps the fear levels up considerably. One lynch target per day seems to be the ideal scenario. Any fewer, and the Mafia will kill you before you can take them out. Any more, and the fear will start cracking your fellow villagers, making it impossible to determine who's mafia and who's village.

[Mattimeo]

Intelligence warns you that your village is at high risk for a Mafia infiltration, due to its ... lack of a given name other than The Village

Yup, that'd do it every time

groups of people that number about one-third of your population

...please tell me you took the floor, rather than standard rounding, for this.


Anyways, if everyone who recently arrived in town would please come up to this registry table and fill out the immigration forms, that would be super.

[Lewwyn]

Post but no vote Mattimeo?

Lewwyn

[Qgqqqqq]

Sorry to have to break up the usual day 1 fun, but figure I might as well get this out of the way:




A humble village, nestled deep in the craggy mountains of the Andes had lain in peace for centuries.


But that had all changed, when The Stick was found, choked in a pool of his own blood...

The Stick had been an staunch advocate of the Sticks and BRicks phiplosophy – the philosophy that though Sticks and BRicks could break bones, words could never hurt, and thus were no good in a fight. 50 years ago Theatrian Sticcius had been the greatest warrior monk the order had ever known, but times had changed and these days The Stick (as he was now known) clung on to his past glory by the barest thread, long rendered unable to protect the village from crime, he was now little more then a friendly face, and a place to shelter from the blizzards when caught out of the main walls.
But his death shook the village to its core, for he was well-loved, and no man nor beast would dare the wrath of the vigilantes and cops (most of whom were once his students).

I watch the crowd, coolly, dispassionately - waiting for what I sense will come.
Eyes turn to me, untrusting, accusing eyes...eyes that judge me.
Who can tell where the rumour begins?
But it begins nonetheless - I hear serial killer, murderer, thief...the crowd edges around me, until suddenly I find myself alone at its centre, the target of their pent-up anger, their rage. There are whispers of lynching, and for a second I wish to slip free once more, to attack as I did in the past and snuff out their miserable lives...
But then suddenly a voice - strange, alien, coming as if from all around you - begins,

"You see a death here, a death of warrior - retired perhaps - but a warrior nonetheless.
A man with arms ripped full from their sockets, a corpse savaged by some fell beast - and yet you look to the mundane, to the miller?
You are fools indeed.
I see the curse of the lycanthrope here, indeed I sense its presence among us - a violence, a unnatural hunger.
Such evil is not present in this one, though anger and hatred lie within, and it would be easy to be deceived.
Yes, I say there is a case against the miller here!
But let us not leap to a lynch - the day is long, and our results will not be found 'till the night.
Let us instead vote for our kill, and observe each reaction within.
I will help you track this curse in the night, and perhaps then you might be spared the bloodbath."
The village, like cats a-herded back off, beginning the discussion, though eyes still look suspiciously at me.
I take a deep breath, and enter the discussion, knowing that if I am to survive this mob for long, I had better look useful...

Ok that started as a small thing, but grew until its slightly unwieldy roleplay, so sorry about that.
Anyway, the gist of it, which may be lost in the explaining-how-we-know-there's-werewolves is that I am roleclaiming that most irritating of roles, the miller, with everything that comes with it.
So standard approach arguments: please don't everyone policy-lynch me day1, as a) I think its a waste of a days discussion and b) [standard wolves don't play fancy argument]
Oh and oc don't scan me.
I put the chances of me surviving the lynch at ~60%, and 5% chance of living to day 3 BTW.

With those gloomy predictions aside, I'll vote [color=red]zakalwe[/color=red] for obvious reasons.


Just ftr the serial killer parts are because I apparently used ti be a serial killer who got "re-educated"

[zakalwe]

Why do you expect to be dead by day 3, Q?

And what are the obvious reasons for voting me?

[Qgqqqqq]

I'm pessimistic...
WW21...you already forgotten, but I will never forget

[Lewwyn]

Well I think that's a pro village move.

[Mattimeo]

Yeah, immediate miller claim is the correct thing to do with it.
Could be a scum bluff, but that's risky as there might be a real miller.

Post but no vote Mattimeo?

I don't appear to be the odd one out, here...

[zakalwe]

Well, I don't like how his post is 85% role play, 5% random percentages, 5% "standard arguments", and 5% "obvious reasons".

Especially the random percentages part. That's hugely scummy.

I'll give him some more rope, though.

Azza