SirPrimalform king fus to death Krypsyn
SHHHHHHHHOOYAAA!!!
You have killed Krypsyn

Viek puts into cupboard JMich
You've found Robbeasy! There is no doubt in your mind at all! You studied this person closely and ALL the tell-tale signs were there. Yes. Robbeasy at last! Robbeasy with the SLIGHT POSSIBILTY that it's actually some evil mafia bag of scum. Well whatever. Put them in a cupboard, all amounts to the same thing.
Your closest friend sets off from Mama Roccia's into the night. You follow him, wondering what best way to approach. What'll you say? Robbeasy turns a corner, so you follow. This is exactly what this person WOULD do if he was Robbeasy, you think to yourself delightedly.
You turn the corner to follow them and walk directly into an 8 foot cube of white-hot bullets streaking very very fast and very very loud.

You have been murdered! (By Krypsyn)

Krypsyn shoots face off Vitek
You leave the penthouse thirsty for blood. You're carrying about 8 stone of firepower. It might not be enough to satisfy you.
You happen to see your prey a block away, tripping coolly along the street. You rush around a church to intercept them and unload 46000 charges into the night.
In the silence afterwards a red smudge across the ground informs you that you hit your target. You want more. You turn around to go back and replenish your ammunition and meet a fist flying towards you at phenomenal speed.
SHHHHHHHHOOYAAA!!!
You have killed Vitek.
You have been murdered by SirPrimalform.

Baz distracts
A myriad of false GOG websites, each with a more complex password recovery navigation than the last, networking together, feeding off one another's information. It's beautiful.
You watch your victim stumble into the trap. Not getting out of there in a hurry!
You have blocked Robbeasy.

SirPrimalform king fus to death Pazzer
Your room is a cramped attic space with a faded green rug on dark floorboards, small sparse bed and a bedside cabinet big enough to fit 3 puppy dogs in. You open the tiny window and let the Sicilian breeze into your mind. You focus your senses: Listening, smelling, feeling, tasting for your prey.
There, it's there.
Faster than thought you leap from the window, bound from the wall, flip into an arc high above the city, see your shadow in the moonlight cast wide over the steeples and alleyways.
Down onto a weathervane, landing on your toetip.
You hear him below you, you hear the whirr of a rusty computer.
HA-CHAWWWWWW!!!

You have murdered pazzer

Vitek puts into a cupboard Gazoinks
You had a suspicion, gathered around that table, that grew into a consuming certainty. This person is without doubt guilty. or maybe Robbeasy.
You catch sight of them in the street, and latch hard onto your enemy's tail. They head off, you follow them. They seem to be heading west. Another indicator of their guilt! They walk through a park. Yet more evidence! They stop for a break in a doorway. You've had enough! How no-one else can see that this person OBVIOUSLY WITHOUT A DOUBT Robbeasy is a mystery to you, but you've got to carry on solitary and relentless.
You sneak up through the shadows. Place a charmed keyhole into the door behind them and PUSH!
They're caught entirely off guard. So simple. Limbs flailing they tumble backwards and the door slams behind them.
You head back to your room, a rather nice floral cream-and-fuscia place in one of the more medium sized hotels. There's a picture of a fairy on the wall, you nod respectfully to it as you pass.
You listen in at the cupboard. A faint shuffling thumping from within. Your prey is trapped. Let them sleep the night, toss them out early next morning. You did good tonight. You sleep well.

You have blotected Gazoinks

Gazoinks attempts shoot the face off of SirPrimalform put in cupboard
Adzeth and Wishbone have decided. You gleefully accept your role as tonight's murderer.
Climb down the fire escape. Hop into the streets.
Now where is the one I'm supposed to be killing? How Am I Supposed To Find Them? This is SO ANNOYING!
In your rage you set off walking. You carry on walking for half an hour. You haven't found them.
You pause a moment to recover your thoughts in a doorway. Suddenly the world tips sideways and you're surrounded by black.
You struggle and shout through the cramped darkness but it doesn't seem like anyone can help you. In time you fall asleep.

Pazzer tracks Vitek, King fud to death
As everyone splits up for the evening you begin following your target. Silently, carefully.
Are they looking this way? You distract them with a loud cat wail. Hopefully that put them off.
Sneaking. Sneaking.
Did their ears twitch? You leap on top of a car and spin slowly in a pirouette. If they did see you then with a bit of luck they'ld have mistaken you for a music box.
Aha. Here we are. They're meeting up with someone, someone you recognise.
Well that seemed to work. You've got what you came for. You take from your coat two cookies and leave them on the floor for your prey and its pal to find.
Heading home you notice an outdoor computer, a few doors down from Giulio's. You can quickly check your GOG, unable to remember if there's a computer at your hotel of not.

You have tracked Vitek. He visited Gazoinks
HA-CHAWWWWWWW!! Sicily whirls about you for a moment as though you were on a rollercoaster. Your neck feels oddly hot and frigid cold at the same time. You see your own body lying several feet away from you, blood pouring from the place your head used to be. You see a figure with a bright glowing band around his waist. You haven't time to take any of this in before your vision clouds completely and you die.

You have been killed by SirPrimalform


Baz sends popups to distract nmillar
It's looking good. Adzeth and CeemDee are more capable than you could have hoped. CeemDee disappeared into the night with energetic glee. Adzeth has retired to maintain and organise the weaponry,.and recover energy. Soon these horrible GOG bespoilers will perish and be gone forever. Now it's your turn for tonight's excitement.
You set up your telescope and search the windows of Sicily for your target. Located. Then you hack into the entire Sicily computer network. It's more complex than you expected; you waste thirteen minutes bypassing the security. You use triangulation and other complex technological jiggery to locate your prey. Good. They're still dialling into the system.
Before they can sign into GOG you activate your complex web of computer viruses and malicious softwares. It'll be hours before they can sort their way through all that! They won't be signing into GOG before the wee hours of the morning. No way they'll achieve anything else tonight.

You have blocked nmillar

We were stupid. It should have been Krypsyn killing SPF; the whole thing could have been entirely different. I don't really know why we changed it at the last minute. Some tracker/watcher worries, I believe.

Yeah, that was quite surprising. I was still confused after my and Krypsyn's death why there was 1 kill on Day 1. I thought of JOAT, beacuse it didn't make sense why Gazoinks would be the one killing when mafia had strongarm.

Yeah, you did. Good job; you got me this time. I was actually torn whether to ask Bazilisek to roleblock you or Robbeasy the Night you killed me; I was certain one of you had to be the vigilante. So close... :P

It is similar to what I did in game #11, it is true. The amusing thing is that I played this game completely, at least in terms of my stated suspicions, as I would have played it as town. I actually put the fact that I was scum out of my head for all my posts (in both games). All except one point; when I unvoted Gazoinks.

That Gazoinks bandwagon went from L-3 to lynch in 30 minutes, and I wasn't fast enough. I waited so long because I just wanted Gazoinks to post anything to give me a semi-valid excuse to move my vote off him. But, once Gazoinks was lynched and flipped scum, I knew the jig was up. I knew my last minute unvote would make me look guilty as heck (if I didn't look guilty to someone already), but I still thought we had a shot. BTW, my fake-claim would have been Damuna, so at least it would have been somewhat plausible and not taken (unless I missed it).

In both games I have played, SirPrimalform has been drawn to my play as scum. Perhaps because I seem overzealous? I don't know, that is just how I am: prone to snap judgments, often based on nitpicky details, and not prone to discussing shades of gray when arguing. Seriously, I want a game where I am town, just so I can show that it isn't a scum-tell. It annoys me slightly that he was right about me both times, but for reasons I think are flawed. :P
Yes, it was because I had gotten so much heat on me during Day 1, that we thought I might be roleblocked (which would have affected Strongman in this game, I asked Joe).

I thought usually mafia guys with active powers like that could only use their power or make the kill, but not both. By active powers I mean something that you elect to use rather than something passive like bulletproof or strongarm.
That's interesting, he was a jailkeeper + namecop?
I was discussing this with Joe a minute ago. I would have thought when you have a strongarm you always use them for nightkills.

Funny; I didn't notice that at all. Next time, I probably should read the fine print, too. (Not that it would have made any difference.)

It is very usual thing but I think it is not given. IN my game, where there were only 2 mafia and one was RB, I would allow the roleblocker to block and kill if his buddy would die.

This also reminded me, someone mentioned that Joe excluded rule about cryptoclaiming from game rules, but this rule is stated in the second post of admin thread as not possible to be overidden by mod, so it applies to all games. ;-)

Yeah, that's what I did the one time I was mafia, way back in the first game here.

Except, that had Vitek chosen to jail me instead of Gazoinks, the end result would have been the same. In this game, I could use my power to invalidate a protection role on the target, but not a blocking role on myself. I thought, wrongly it seems, that I was under more risk of getting blocked than Gazoinks after Day 1.

How do you know I can't just read you like a book? ;)
Quite a lot of it was just gut feeling rather than proper reasoning.

Well, he wasn't Robebasy, so no. ;-)

It was probably because I was supposed to find and protect Robbeasy so each action was like I was searching for Robbeasy, although I knew him since Day 1.

I'm not so sure I would have allowed that... besides if the RB mafia was the only guy left, he could RB someone, not make a kill and try and make a case that whoever he blocked was scum and that's why there was no kill. It'd be especially good if you were tracked or the target was watched.

Also that was me who posted about cryptoclaiming, but in that post I mentioned that there was a forumwide ban on cryptoclaiming. ;P
That's an understandable bit of thinking. Whichever way you look at it, it was a pretty flukey and exciting night from an out of game perspective.
*facedesk*

It is possible, I suppose. Perhaps it is hubris, but I just don't want to believe that I am so easy to read ;). Seriously, I worked for the U.S. Congress for a while straight out of university; I know a thing or two about lying convincingly!

Yeah, it is funny how that works sometimes. It is usually small indications in the phrasing or tone of posts that are the tip off. Thus, they are often hard to consciously nail down. I wish you were playing in the next game (and I do plan to sign up for NFY's game), so I could further test this.

Who says I'm not? <.<

I too wish, you (SPF) were playing in the next game all the time. Not just when you occasionally stumble upon game thread.

Can we get scumchat link?