The Syndicate

Ricochet wrote:This is about as detailed as I managed to keep my spreadsheet for this game. Main game details are incomplete and there's really no way to find out all the night power uses or vote manips, unless the Hosts kept a diary, but I also monitored Prison activity (before and after my own pardon time), sometimes with details about the challenges.

Turf Wars - Main Game
Turf Wars - Prison Time

Sloonei wrote:Both hitmen were dead by Night 1?

Golden wrote:If you are all ears, what are the socks for?

To cover my shameful true form.

timmer wrote:Oh, MP, why did you need me to write a "letter to a family member" or whatever it was, at the start of the game? Did we all do that? Was that going to end up as a decode later on, since the big decode we did seemed like a letter home? I never kept a copy of it, but I was proud of its evil ickiness...

MovingPictures07 wrote:If you all still have questions, by the way, keep throwing them at us!

I realized I never revealed the "prison letters", so for those of you who are curious... here is some more prison stuff.

The "split into two groups and identify the other groups' fictional letter" challenge unfortunately never happened, even though Daisy and I thought it was one of the hardest challenges, and I'm sure the prisoners were wondering why I was having them write those damn letters! They never got to find out in game. So I thought I'd share at least the ones I collected. I eventually stopped asking folks for them because it was clear the mechanic wouldn't come into play.

Also, you can find where I posted them all by clicking this.

Ricochet wrote:Was there any point in which there were fears that Epig being handed the Warden duty would be too on the nose, given the Shawshank theme of that sock being adapted? Or did any player attempt making the connection, in private or public? I admit I didn't, the only contenders I thought of were Golden and Turnip Head, for some reason. Yet the Bublé thing in E.S.T. just now made me think how, sometimes, the design can backfire.

Epignosis wrote:I was never clear on what Ricochet did to win.

a2thezebra wrote:Fantastic game by the way. As much as I like to design unorthodox games I couldn't dream of conceiving something like this, let alone hosting it. Bravo hosts!

It probably says something that I can look back on my hosting career (especially here) and my first thought is that this game is probably middle of the road or lower in terms of complexity or experimentation in my games.

a2thezebra wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote: Wear the banner with pride. [/color]

Haha I can't believe I get a banner for spamming Buffy commentary. I'll take it.

It was amusing to read, at least.

G-Man wrote:I want to apologize to anyone who I got feisty with in prison. Believe me when I say that it was not personal. I was just trying to keep the Operation IVY thing chugging along and had to view you all as threats to the original prisoners.

Speaking of that, our hosts did something pretty amazing here. They got nine people to join a game for which they had virtually no expectation of winning. Sure, four of us came away with wins but we had no idea how the challenges would go. To get that many people to participate in what was essentially our own side-game is impressive. Kudos to the hosts for making such a strange quest worth our while and to the prisoners who stepped up and made it unforgettable. And I guess thanks should also go to the Epi the Warden for being such an antagonistic force. You made us want to defy and defeat you. We are well met in battle.

It feels extremely strange to win my first full-sized game in years in a game that I didn't even formally sign up for. I think the last time I put this much mental energy and time into a game was when I hosted.

Epignosis wrote:

juliets wrote:I think my account is cleared out now and Moving Pictures and Spacedaisy I just want to add my voice to say I greatly enjoyed the prison and it's challenges. The non-participants were frustrating but that was not your doing. I really had fun trying to guess who everyone was. The only one I got was Typhoony though.

Wait, we had men and women fraternizing in the same prison? What sinful business is this?

Dragon D. Luffy wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:If you all still have questions, by the way, keep throwing them at us!

Which kills did I stop with my role, assuming I stopped any?

Night 3 your rainbow list really saved the day; you saved both Nerolunar (100%) and S~V~S (20%, yet it would have succeeded).

It's because you had Soneji in the "bad" section, so he was blocked unilaterally.

Ricochet wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:Interesting factoid:

Just 21 more posts in this thread and it will actually have more posts than Talking Heads Mafia!

It doesn't matter! Active game post counts only.

Says you.

Ricochet wrote:I wrote the corniest letter I could think off. And me mentioning Brighton was part of my "pretend I'm Diiny" plan. I thought the letters would be published during our prison break, to sweet talk the locals. Of course, as I've said, the "pretend I'm Diiny" plan became 0% viable during the prison break.

What were the letters for, after all?

Scotty wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:

ika wrote:i was ther person who said life sucks

Yeah, that was a pretty good impression of what a prisoner would be thinking in the slammer, good and concise.

I was so intrigued to see all the different submissions; they were pretty neat!

How would you know? Have you been there?

Gather round, Boy Scouts. We gots story time about a naughty sock!

Uhhh... no, of course I haven't been to prison.

ika wrote:i was ther person who said life sucks

Yeah, that was a pretty good impression of what a prisoner would be thinking in the slammer, good and concise.

I was so intrigued to see all the different submissions; they were pretty neat!

Silverwolf wrote:I was 126993

Silverwolf wrote:One thing I love about this site is the people care about each other. It is foreign to me because I come from a place where we are at each other's throats more often than not. It's an adjustment for me but a good one. I really, really like it!!

I'm with Daisy and Scotty here; this is what really makes all of this so worthwhile to me, personally. Especially with my current lifestyle, I have next to no social life, so all of you folks here are my social life. I also founded this site as a way to connect the people I grew to know via mafia in Lostpedia-based communities, as well as those I introduced mafia to but had always discussed music with at ProgArchives and such, and lastly people I knew from various facets of my RL (birdwithteeth11, Boomslang, Draconus, and Russtifinko were the groomsmen at our wedding last August, in addition to my brother), so I've always viewed this as a community of friends who get to spend time together crafting memories playing these games. Yeah, they're inevitably tense games, but as Scotty noted, in the end it's all about the interaction and the time spent getting to know each other throughout and outside of the games, and I couldn't be happier with the community that has developed since I started this site a few years back. You all are really such a significant portion of my life, and what makes me truly happy is knowing that so many of you feel the exact same way.

It's always refreshing to see new blood who really appreciate it as much as the rest of us do, and I hope you and ika continue to enjoy things around here.

Dearest Allison,

It has been six days since my last letter. My pens were confiscated last week during another cell raid; the guards actually insisted I could have been hiding contraband in the ink chamber! Only today have they been returned, and the one with which I write you now is the sole remaining not in disrepair. I will have to trade away my last carton of cigarettes for a new pen, but it's an easy sacrifice to make for you. I've thought of you as much as ever this week. The smallest details of our time together are what I hold the closest... the way you used to squint your eyes in the car on the way to Sunday Mass, and the painstaking effort you took to place the parsley leaf on the dinner plate with perfect symmetry next to the oiled bread. Speaking of food, it's getting worse here. Last night's dinner was something from Hell; I couldn't even describe it in such a way to do justice to its foulness. The mere thought of it makes my skin crawl and my soul tug away from its palace of bone. This is no prison, it is a dungeon.

I'll find my way out of here soon enough. I absolutely must. I can't stand it anymore. Wait for me Allison, I am coming for you.

Forever yours,
Maurice

Dearest love,

I am fine. Please don't forget to record the 6th season of Game of Thrones next month. I might be in here for a while. I think of you so much. At night I wake up from my sleep and pray, sending my thoughts all the way to Brighton to you and then feeling at ease.

I wish I wouldn't have disappointed you this way. You must be torn apart, but worry not, for I will prevail and all this will one day be behind us. You know me well, you know how I tend to be. I merely want to do a lot of good in this world. But man plans and God decides.

If you haven't heard from the others or indeed have heard things from them, hear it from me instead, I beg you. My intentions were always to help the community get rid of evil. That's why I joined up, that's what I tried to do. But I'm a difficult person, I know that too well. I wrestle and tustle and question everyone's right judgement, which I take it to earn me no trust among the rest. It all went so wrong. Next thing I knew, after being almost beaten to death by the and wake up after in the penitenciary medical ward. It's been all such a huge misunderstanding, I tell you. I certainly did you no proud, but I did you no wrong either. I'm no scum, my darling..

And here I am in jail now. Am I sad? Am I glad? I couldn't tell. I'd like to feel I can redeem myself. I'm doing the best I can to get back out there. There are challenges to be faced, but hope and freedom lie ahead. I have total conviction that I am suffering for truth, justice and for getting back out there to help the others. To reconcile and aid them further.

And to get back to you, my love. Not a day goes by without that in mind.

Yours beloved,
[REDACTED BY PRISON MANAGEMENT]

Turf Prison, March 11, 2016

Dear Mini-Me,

How are you? Daddy misses you very much you know. It's a hard life in prison these days. It's nowhere near as easy-going and entertaining as the time we served together before joining forces with that crazy Dutch bastard, Goldmember. Remember him? What a freak.

Daddy is trying to stay positive in jail. I may have met a few people who would make for good henchmen once I make my escape. We're always in need of good henchmen and good help is so hard to find you know.

How is Mini Mr. Bigglesworth? You haven't been gnawing on him, have you? Remember, we don't gnaw on our kitty. Biting Scott is still in bounds. He seems to have only fallen further off the deep end since losing his hair. At one time I might have taken him under my wing to train as a true heir to my evil plans but let's face it- he either tries too hard or not enough. He hasn't found that evil sweet spot and probably never will. Oh hell, you have my permission to kill him if you get the chance.

Tell Frau Farbissina that I sometimes think of the wonderful times we had together on these cold nights. It helps me take my mind off of the screams for help when one of the inmates are getting accosted in the shower. Thankfully no one has tried to pull that crap with me. They know that daddy is one bad mofo.

Kindly inform Number 2 that I wish to invest heavily with Apple. Their recent decision not to hack through their encryption for the US government means they will be a powerful ally in our evil plans. Please also tell Number 2 to switch everybody over to the iPhone. It's long past time to give up our Blackberries I think.

Give my love to Mr. Bigglesworth but remember- no gnawing on the kitty! Thank you Mini-Me. You're the best miniature clone an evil genius could ask for.

-Daddy Evil


PS- You complete me.

Deur aunt Nora,

I miss you.

You are the only person who has ever tried to love me. Back in the 80s when I was sent to stay with you, I did not want to. My parents had just died in that horrible fire and I was feeling very lonely and sad. But when I got to your place, that oasis of peace and quiet in the middle of the woods, I felt a sense of serenity coming over me.

I will never forget the look you gave me when you saw me then. It was one I had never seen before... It was the look of someone who genuinely cared about me. In the months that followed, you showed that you cared about me. We played together, we read together, we crushed spiders together. The little animals that I killed and brought back for dinner, you cooked even though I could see you were disgusted. Even when I accidentally set half the house on fire, all you did was hold me in your arms. For the only time in my life, I felt loved.

I could see that you were slowly starting to crack. Your face changed: it looked tired of trying to keep up the facade, there were glimpses of your real feelings coming through. But you thought I deserved a normal life and would do everything in your power to make that happen. Oh how I have failed you...

On that horrible day when I found your body, hanging from the ceiling, I was forever crushed. That was the point in my life where I just said fuck it, fuck it all to hell. The accompanying note, telling me to live a good life and that you just couldn't do it anymore, broke me. My mind went into a frenzy. Since then, time has been a mess for me. I don't remember most that has happened, my memories are foggy, I feel like shit.

... I don't know what I'm doing here aunt Nora. Please come back. Save me.

Love,

Anton

Here is my letter, Boss Man:

Dearest Mary-Anne,

Oh, have I missed you! For all the cruelties I have suffered in my captivity, every waking moment spent in your absence is undoubtedly the most severe. I have resolved to not let such agonies rend my spirits, for I know in my heart I shall see you again. Please keep me in your thoughts, and know that my love for you is what allows me to tolerate this awful place.

Pray for me my love; the other prisoners here are a far more violent sort than I am used to back home in Oklahoma. They do not take kindly to the smallest of slights, and are far too eager to prove themselves the meanest dog in the yard. I myself am content to read the poetry in the library. One day I found a particularly profound passage roughly scrawled into a bathroom stall.

Despite my fears, I have made a great many friends amongst the inmates here. To a man, they declare their innocence to me, I suppose because I am one of the learned ones.

Nevermind all that boring nonsense. Please write back to me at once and tell me how Paw and Maw are doing. I miss them almost as much as I miss you. It would mean more than I can say in this letter to know that they are healthy in your care.

Ever yours,

Nelson Gruber

To my darling Belle,

As always when I wake up and see the dim, pathetic light coming from my high above window, my thoughts turn to you. That may sound like faint praise, comparing you to a poor ray of sunshine, but my darling, that light is the light of the ocean, the light of the stars, the light of the moon, the Earth, the Heavens... it is the light of hope, of everything that is good and right on this Great Earth. it is the light of hope that one day I shall hold you in my arms again, and we will return to the Great City to finish the job that we did start so very long ago.

Are you well? Do you still pursue the dream, our dream? Do you still hunt down those who hurt us so and make them pay in my stead? I pray that you do. For if you have swayed even an iota from our plans while I lay in this hell hole and rot, well... know that a reckoning comes to everyone, when the time and place is right. And my cause is right, and so is yours, so long as you are with me. That pathetic ray of light high above reminds me of you because it looks like your neck. A neck I will crack if you have betrayed me. If you are no longer with me, well, I guess we will find out how far a gal can run in twenty years.

As always, my darling, I hope you are healthy and hale. Peace be upon you.

My dearest one,

They say every man does his own time and I can tell you it's true. We are all haunted by our own particular past, our own particular demons, our own particular joys and regrets. We must live with our own particular crimes.

Some men tell themselves they are the victim. That they had no control over the choices that lead them here. I know otherwise. I understand acutely how my own choices and my own actions lead me to this moment. I know that what I have done was wrong. And I deserve to be where I am now.

I miss you. I miss your touch. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss being your super hero. I knew the day they came for me, when I looked back, I'd never see that look again. I know that I can never be your super hero. My actions killed that part of your heart. This is my biggest regret. My truest shame. I'm so sorry for what I've done to you.

I can't change the past. I can only do the time I have and try to move on. I hope that someday I can be the man you always thought I was. I know that I will never be that man for you.

I know this letter will go unanswered, like the may I've written before. Yet, still I write them. Writing you helps me to keep my head together. It's both punishment and salvation. Pain and suffering.

May you find the man who can be what you wanted me to be. I hope you find peace and happiness and all of the things I promised to give you, but failed to provide.

You are in my heart. Now and forever,

-M

Dear lola

I'm so cold

Save me

Love

Prisoner 650829 wrote:Hey fam! Hope all is well with everyone back home! Prison isn't nearly as bad as i thought it would be. Most of the other inmates seem alright. One dude thinks he's Dr. Evil from those Austin Powers movies but everyone else seems "normal." Most of us hang out in the yard playing games. Some just keep to themselves in their cells.

There was a rumor going around that the warden likes to dress up in women's clothes to try and pick up truckers at the motel bar down the road. I didn't believe it until one day the warden had to bend down to pick up a pen he dropped and I saw a red lace thong exposed when the back of his shirt lifted up! Guilty as charged! Haha!

Some of the guys are whispering about breaking out. My own cellmate is one of them. Not sure if I should join them or not. If we get caught we'll end up in here for even longer. Wouldn't mind running off to Mexico and living on the beach the rest of my life though!

That's all for now. Hope to hear from you soon!

Hey.

I miss you.
See you soon.

xxx,
Your butterfly

Dear Mom,

Hi I'm just writing to check up on everyone there and make sure everything is ok. Hopefully brother Jack is progressing in his job search so he will be out of your hair soon. How is dad's heartburn doing? Any better since they put him on those new meds? I hope so, he was hurting when we were there for Christmas. And last but not least how is everything going with you? I did get a kick of your facebook post that hit my newsfeed where you were arguing with someone about claiming some gravesite. I don't know how you do that genealogy stuff without going insane.

Things here are just fine but we've had news from our other family. Julie as you know has inoperable cancer and her husband called us to let us know she was fading fast and we ought to come up and see her while she's still lucid. We had planned to go up in May because her doctors gave her two years just back at Christmas but I don't think she's going to make it. So, we are planning a trip up there in the next two weeks. We'll come by and visit you while we are there.

Well, that's all I had for today, just checking in. Let me know how everyone is doing and take care.

I screwed up. I know you already knew that but I need to say it. At first it was supposed to be small, small enough to fall through the cracks. But we got greedy. One job led to another, and before I knew it we were robbing a bank. They said nothing could go wrong, that it would be easy money. We had scoped out the place a few days prior, security seemed lax. Overweight mall cops with nightsticks, not a gun in sight. That means that if we had the guns they'd have to listen to us. We were supposed to walk in, demand money, and walk out. Nobody would try anything because we had guns. But there's always a goddamned hero. It was going smooth as butter, everyone got down and the tellers were filling sack after sack of dough. Was my job to watch over the civvies, make sure none of them tried nothing fishy. I screwed up, turned my back. One of them had a Colt on him, shot Joey straight in the back. He turned his gun on me, I didn't know what to do. I was never supposed to kill anyone, that's not how it was supposed to happen. He turned his gun on me, and at that point it was me or him. So I shot him. Straight through the head. Job went to hell after that, became a hostage situation and that never ends well for anyone. Snuck out the back and turned myself in. They said I'm in for life but there's a chance I'll get parole. If it wasn't for the thought of seeing you two again I'd ask for the noose. I'm so sorry. Tell Lili I'm sorry for missing her birthday party yesterday. I love both of you.

Hello dearest family member,

Even in prison, you can be free.

I am detained but will be doing my best to get out soon. In the meantime, do not worry. I am fine and doing well.
Although the trials and tribulations in prison are tough, know that I have support of my brothers/sisters in prison and that I will do everything in my power to see you again.

In the meantime, I wish you the best and know I will always be there for you and I will never betray you. I am loyal to the end. Always and forever.

Take my life as an example; bear witness to its tragedy, hold close those whom you love, and value your family.

With Respect,

Prisoner [REDACTED]

Dear Bartholomew,

It's been a long time since I've spoke to you. You probably think I got myself into the mess I'm in, and there's no way that I can prove to you that I didn't. But you can. I know you don't trust me anymore and I don't expect you to, and I know you don't even want to see my face anymore, I remember everything. But I promise that if you do this favor for me, you can clear my name. I know there's nothing in it for you so feel free to rip this letter into pieces or throw it in the fireplace, but if you care about the truth as much as I know you do then stop by the alley on the corner of Capulin and Trinchera (by Southlawn Park) tonight and there will be a mutual friend to show you what happened. In any case, I wish the best for you. And with your help I may be able to get out of here before they send me to the chair.

Sincerely, Florence.

Hi there brother. Just wanted to thank you for taking the time to visit your older bro in prison. Things have been lonelier since ma and pa disowned me. It hurts to believe they won't even have enough faith in their own son to believe his innocence.

I'm still working on that case. I think I've got the angle to prove it, I just need to figure out how to get the higher ups to listen to the opinion of an incarcerated inmate. I'll keep you posted.

Come back to visit soon, alright?

Dear future self,

Life sucks.

From,
Your past self

Dear D,

Life on the inside is rough, rougher than I expected. I miss you. I miss my family. I miss my pets. I miss chocolate.

I’ve just met my cellmate, seems like a nice character. Not as chatty as I am, but maybe that’s a blessing. He seems to be a helpful fellow. I’d like both of us to make it out of this hell hole, so we can both see our families again.

For now I’m occupying my time daydreaming about different ways to kill the Warden. I imagine I could do an awful lot with just a melted down, sharpened toothbrush. Just hope that one day I get the chance. I think once the other prisoners smell blood in the water they’ll be quick to run to my aid. We’ve got to get that guy, he’s the worst. He has a terrible comb over, and his breath often smells of tuna.

Looks like it’s lights out now. Stay safe until I get out. I’ll be more than ready for a decent meal, and a nice, long, hot shower. And real sheets. On a real bed. Please tell everyone I asked about them, and send my love.

~I

Dear Uncle Pete,
I realize that it has been a while since I have written, and for that I apologize. My beekeeping has been keeping me exceptionally busy. For now, I seem to have fend off any threat of hive collapse, and honey production has resumed its normal pace. With any luck, I hop to start selling jars again by this time next month.

But enough about my troubles. I received your communication about your nurses stealing from you. This is most distressing indeed! I intend to come by at my earliest convenience and investigate the matter for myself. As you know, however, the state did not see fit to grant me sole conservatorship over your case, reserving that privilege instead to you estranged and, dare I say, odious wife. I do not like to speak ill of others, but I think we can all agree that you have been badly ill-used by that woman, and continue to be so to the extent that she maintains control of your affairs. With this in mind, I do not know how much I can do to relieve your situation. A transfer or outright release is out of the question, without Mildred's permission at least. Nevertheless, I intend to make inquiries and see if there is anything that can be done.

In the meantime, you must endeavor to persevere unassisted. Remember what I told you about how to talk to the doctors. You know what they want from you, but the secret is to give it to them in a way that does not appear false or manipulative. Above all, avoid references to your hidden companion, for his mention only makes them more hostile towards you. I dare not say more, for fear that this letter may be intercepted, but we can discuss the matter further upon my arrival.

I fear I must conclude my letter, for the sound of wheels on gravel outside my window informs me that my investors have arrived, and I must attend to business. After the contracts have been settled, I should be free to make the drive up to see you. Until then, I remain as always your loving nephew,
- L

Scotty wrote:Awwwwww good guy Soneji. This is the kinda fucking level of humanity I LOVE about this site.



I feel like I learned a lot about a bunch of players in this game, but as the people behind the sock. Like, you play insanity games with 50 people on other sites and you get to know them as players and their special quirks and stylings, but it's only a facade. I feel like the games here are personable to a fault- yes we lie and have to create an image to advance our particular win goal, but I feel like a human being's personality and character shine through on this site more than any other.

I'm glad to get to know everyone and find it an honor that for the majority of people, this game is an extension of ourselves and at the end of the day we're a community that supports each other.

Spacedaisy wrote:Also Epi, you list the four civ ninjas as a handicap for the baddies, but it made it much, much harder for the civ ninjas to land a kill. The fact you only saw one Hitman land a kill the whole game should speak to the fact it was balanced, or even possibly imbalanced in the favor of the cops. I don't mean to diminish your win, you guys deserved it. However, the reason it felt so imbalanced to you is because the civs played it as if it were a standard setup rather than strategically balancing going after people they suspect were bad and people who they believed were on the other team. You guys won despite that so it makes your win that much more significant.

Linki: my husband just used the phrase "tickled pink" in casual conversation...

+1

Also, you know that's right.

Spacedaisy wrote:I apologize that the prison breakout mechanic felt cheap, but you weren't aware of the fact that they were competing for a rez. They basically had to act in such a way to convince you all of their value to you, so it would never have been in their best interest to just do what they wanted and rule the thread for a day. One of the prisoners suggested it a couple times but everyone else dismissed it out of hand because they knew it would undermine what they were trying to do. Anyway, the whole independent prisoners mechanic got added like two weeks before game start. Sorry if any of you hated it, but I was really enjoying seeing it play out. There are things I would adjust should I ever use this kind of mechanic again though. But overall I was happy with it.

Indeed! We actually hadn't planned that mechanic at all from the beginning; Daisy had a moment of brilliance a few weeks before the game's inception, and I told her that there was no way we could pass this up. It took some adjustments to the roles and a ton of pre-game time that I'm not accustomed to, but we made sure to have all the kinks addressed well before the game began, at least I had hoped. It was definitely an experimental mechanic that I think neither of us plans on using again (at least in its current state -- I'm not a host that likes to repeat full game mechanics), but it was neat to see it play out, and I'm tickled pink that especially our independent prisoners enjoyed it so much. Every single person I asked to be an independent prisoner said yes, so we had more than we were anticipating, but it was exciting.

Dragon D. Luffy wrote:Cool ending to this game. Nice to see Soneji urbstomping it, I've been hoping to see him being active in a Syndicate game for a long time. Hope you play more games here, I think you can add a lot to this site. And nice to see EPi as scum again, I guess I should have trusted that idea that he was being too pacific to be civ Epi.

This game was fun at start, but then it became ridiculously stressful. I was going through a taxing moment in real life (preparing for a very difficult exam which I'm still not sure whether I passed or not), and all that emotion combined to the regular stress from mafia games burned me out pretty quickly. It started with the CFD thing, and then when the prisoners came in and I started because accused by people I didn't even know, I blew up and let people lynch me with no defense. I'm still feeling burn out from mafia as a whole after this game.

I have to say, that Prisoner mechanic is really creative, but the whole "introduce 15 new players in the game and give them vote power" can be somewhat unfair to players who have spent 5 cycles trying to build trust and now suddenly lose it. Of course that could also happen to mafia but... I guess I'm not fond of the concept too much, it just feels cheap.

Thanks for the game though Daisy and MP, you guys did an outstanding job at designing game of this length and complexity, and dealing with all the people (like me) wanting to quit it. And I apologize for some of the rants and agressive posts I made, in case that bothered someone.

Prisoner 319159 wrote:To allude to DDL, if a player is acting too scummy to be scum, he is probably scum *cough ika*

The same thing applied to Sig though, and I think I used the same sentence while talking about him at some point. There is no easy way out for this.

Your secret role submission was excellent, as well as your game activity, but I knew you really had RL dump on you in the end there. I can relate so much. Don't sweat it, it happens to all of us. You really played a good game while you could, especially in terms of effort, and I personally am not upset or bothered by the way you went out, even though I knew that level-headed DDL would have perhaps been better for my team's chances.

Dom wrote:Thanks for the game! Sorry I sucked this game. Replacing in is harder than I remember.


Congrats, fellow winners!

Soneji wrote:It would have made a difference in the night arrest choice between Nero and TH. That may have given town the win, depending on if Epi could get a mislynch on chaindeath or Nero.

Indeed, this is true! It would have been a matter of those nasty Dons though. We designed them to be invincible for the dual nature of them being a huge asset but also a huge risk to keeping either team from winning at endgame.

It's funny though, neither Daisy nor I really thought we'd get to this scenario. We just assumed you all would have time to Don-hunt, but you mislynched too many times to shift the focus away from the cops. It is what it is.

There will be a sequel, so maybe things will go differently then.

S~V~S wrote:Congrats cops! You played a great game!

MP & Daisy thanks! And a quick question, had I not changed my kill the night I killed Dom, had I left it on Soneji, would things have been different?

And yes Quin, I will add whichever statement JJJ likes to my Sig

And I guessed Bea, Rico & JJJ for sure during the first prison break.

Spacedaisy wrote:Quin, a few times you said stuff MP and I were looking at each other and asking, "how does he KNOW that!?" The last time I finally just asked you why you thought what you said, because I was just so shocked. You figured a lot of mechanics out on your own.

Soneji wrote:Where did the baddie chat go anyways? I can still reach it through the link in my PM but I don't see it around under current job 2 like I used to.

I've hidden the chats away in a secret dark place of the forum that no one (even I) may go.

Seriously, we decided to keep all the BTSC private instead of revealing it, though we debated on it. Apologies if that's disappointing.

Soneji wrote:

Epignosis wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:

Epignosis wrote:This was my first time being bad in a long ass while. Felt good.

Sometimes.

You really kicked ass. You and Soneji were the MVPs for sure.

Speaking of which, I'm still amazed that Soneji's double arrest succeeded so many times despite being mathematically improbable.

Soneji had incredible insight to arrest Nerolunar when he did. Were I around, I might have argued him out of it. We had tried to arrest Nerolunar before and it failed, so my thinking was Nerolunar and Sloonei were the Dons, and Turnip Head had one of two lynch stops (like we got).

I triple checked several different things before submitting that and even then I was paranoid about being wrong. I think the main thing for me was that you misread TH's post about you being his Don(he was changing up the classic "brother from another mother" into "Don from another mother") and a post he made after the failed lynch on him, where he worries about being killed(but not arrested). There were other minor things that added to those but they were pretty major ones.

Quin wrote:I got to the roles and I am absolutely kicking myself. I thought my lover must have died at the beginning because in 9 days we never found eachother, shiiiit.

I'll catch up with everything after lunch.

LOL, yeah, we couldn't believe after all that time you and Nero never found each other. I think you both searched literally almost everyone else BUT each other.

Epignosis wrote:This was my first time being bad in a long ass while. Felt good.

Sometimes.

You really kicked ass. You and Soneji were the MVPs for sure.

Speaking of which, I'm still amazed that Soneji's double arrest succeeded so many times despite being mathematically improbable.

Sloonei wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:

Sloonei wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:So this game is now the 2nd most populous thread in post count throughout all mafia games, with the first still being Talking Heads (which I also co-hosted).

I'm amazed that the top two games in post count can be games in which you didn't play.

That's because I still spam as a host.

Go team Hostface!

Sloonei wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:So this game is now the 2nd most populous thread in post count throughout all mafia games, with the first still being Talking Heads (which I also co-hosted).

I'm amazed that the top two games in post count can be games in which you didn't play.

That's because I still spam as a host.

Epignosis wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:So this game is now the 2nd most populous thread in post count throughout all mafia games, with the first still being Talking Heads (which I also co-hosted).

I suspected that was your real motive for dragging this shit out.

You got me.

Though if that were really true, I would have just let Day 12 happen and not ended it early.

DharmaHelper wrote:

MovingPictures07 wrote:

Epignosis wrote:

Ricochet wrote:

Epignosis wrote:

JaggedJimmyJay wrote:That 10 minute challenge is legendary, prisoners. I frankly regret that I couldn't be there to help you through that madness, but you didn't need me.

I chose the thirty minute challenge and followed it up with the ten minute challenge deliberately. I thought, "Surely this second challenge will crush their spirits."

No spirit crushing occurred in my prison that day. No sir.

I seriously expected you to follow that up with a one minute challenge.

Bedroom antics stay in the bedroom.

Someone nominate this for Sockys.

I don't think he uses socks anymore now that he's married.

Epignosis wrote:

Ricochet wrote:

Epignosis wrote:

JaggedJimmyJay wrote:That 10 minute challenge is legendary, prisoners. I frankly regret that I couldn't be there to help you through that madness, but you didn't need me.

I chose the thirty minute challenge and followed it up with the ten minute challenge deliberately. I thought, "Surely this second challenge will crush their spirits."

No spirit crushing occurred in my prison that day. No sir.

I seriously expected you to follow that up with a one minute challenge.

Bedroom antics stay in the bedroom.