The Syndicate

Guests

Boomslang
DFaraday
Dom
DrWilgy
Elohcin
Enrique
Long Con
Made
Neverwhere
nijuukyugou
Ricochet
speedchuck
TonyStarkPrime

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1. Role-claiming, info-dumping, and lying are all permitted. Reproducing or referencing private messages from the Host is not.
2. Roles, abilities, alignments and whatever else have been randomly determined.
3. No illegal BTSC.
4. No double-targeting.
5. No editing or deleting of posts.
6. If you are dead, please post off-topic using dead red.
7. If you are not dead but posting off-topic, please use off-topic green.
8. If you are not a participant but post off-topic, please use non-player blue.
9. If there is an issue, please PM the moderators on duty, Spacedaisy and Quin.
10. Votes are changeable until the deadline.
11. Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

Chapter 1

This morning an old friend telephoned asking to meet with me for lunch in Manhattan. I hadn’t seen him in years and didn’t even know he was in town.

“It would be great to catch up,” I said.

“Catching up is all I seem to be doing these days,” he said and laughed. I laughed too, but I hadn’t any idea what he meant.

“Then you must be an old pro,” I said. We made arrangements to meet this afternoon, and after I changed, I got in my coupe and drove through the Valley of Ashes. I was prevented from passing through by a number of people, mostly policemen and press blocking the road.

It was a ghastly scene all right. Not only was the body hanging from the advertisement, but someone had removed the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg and replaced his glasses after the abstraction. I had to turn away.

When I did I overheard a policeman announce to no one in particular that this awful crime was committed by more than one person. What evidence brought him to this conclusion I cannot say. All I wanted to do was drive back to West Egg. I thought to telephone my friend and cancel our lunch, but of course he was already at the restaurant no doubt waiting for me. I left a message explaining what had happened, asking for forgiveness, and that suggested that we could reschedule when I had regained my appetite.

It is now Day 1. You have 48 hours to find those responsible for this abstraction.

Night 1

It turns out my friend managed a golf course in Minnesota, and was in New York, among other things, to visit an old caddie of his.

“That’s a long way to come to visit an old caddie,” I said.

“Dexter Green was a great caddie and I miss him terribly. I remember the old men used to say about him, ‘Now there’s a boy.’” My friend laughed. Again, I didn’t understand what was so humorous. Perhaps being kept in the dark regarding my friend’s jokes and my stubborn unwillingness to be brought into the light led me to smile this time instead of laugh with him.

It was about this time that a strange, shoeless fellow wandered into the restaurant. He was carrying a phonograph and he was in a hurry at that. We all stopped eating because it was clear that he wanted us to listen to something. We listened.



I didn’t mind the piece, but one of the other patrons became irate.

“That’s ‘Heartaches!’” he cried. It took me a moment to realize he wasn’t commenting on his emotional state. “That’s ‘Heartaches’ and it won’t be published for another nine years! Look mister! There’s a lady down south named Virginia Patterson Hensley who will do the song right. She isn’t born yet, but my medium knows what’s what, and Miss Hensley is going to be a star! You can’t just come in here playing second rate stuff when something better is just on the horizon!”

We stared at the angry patron, some of our mouths moving with half-chewed food still in them.

The angry patron went on. “My medium also said a certain man would interrupt my lunch, and that he would be responsible for the death of someone well-known. Five dollars says this guy helped murder Dr. T.J. Eckleburg.” This was enough to get people to put their hands on the fellow.

At last, the man with the phonograph, who had otherwise been quiet until his interrupting our lunch, pleaded with his assailants.

“I’m Ewing Klipsbringer!” he cried. “And I didn’t have anything to do with the oculist’s death. I just wanted people to hear this great music!”

But he did have something to do with it. We quickly found an inscription on the phonograph itself that said, “T.J.E.,” which was enough to convict the shoeless music lover. I am not sure how many heartaches there were in that restaurant as I sipped my coffee and watched Mr. Klipsbringer be beaten to death with the music player he had apparently stolen.



Ricochet has been lynched. He was Ewing Klipsbringer, a vanilla mafia member.

It is now Night 1. You have 24 hours to submit your PMs.

Day 2

After the demise of Ewing Klipsbringer the phonograph thief, my friend and I decided to go to a nearby hotel for drinks. We couldn't get in. A paranoid man stood out front demanding our attention.

"I'm telling you, the Nordic race is quite threatened! I've read all about it! It's very scientific stuff. I know the truth!"

He kept declaring how much he knew the truth.

Maybe the Nordic race was being threatened after all, since one of their number was shot on the spot.

My friend and I passed by, hoping for a better venue.

speedchuck has been killed. He was Tom Buchanan, the Lie Detector.

It is now Day 2. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

Who is responsible for the death of this abstaction?

Poll ended at Thu Aug 03, 2017 6:52 pmPlease note that if you vote, your vote will be visible.

Boomslang
0
No votes


Voters: None

DFaraday
0
No votes


Voters: None

Dom
0
No votes


Voters: None

DrWilgy
0
No votes


Voters: None

Elohcin
0
No votes


Voters: None

Enrique
1
8%


Voters: Made

Long Con
0
No votes


Voters: None

Made
1
8%


Voters: DFaraday

Neverwhere
0
No votes


Voters: None

nijuukyugou
0
No votes


Voters: None

Ricochet
3
23%


Voters: speedchuck, TonyStarkPrime, nijuukyugou

speedchuck
0
No votes


Voters: None

TonyStarkPrime
3
23%


Voters: Boomslang, Ricochet, DrWilgy

Dr. T. J. Eckleburg
5
38%


Voters: Quin, insertnamehere, JaggedJimmyJay, Epignosis, sprityo


Total votes: 13

Night 2

Nobody felt like writing much today. I guess I didn't either.

Enrique has been lynched. He was a vanilla civilian.

It is now Night 2. You have 24 hours to submit your PMs.

Day 3

I wanted to get out of the city. I wanted to see the country where I grew up, but things kept pulling me back.

For example, a noted assassin was killed while trying to investigate the murder of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg. I don't know how she died. The newspapermen said it was accidental, but I know better. Someone wanted to silence her.

nijuukyugou has been killed. She was the one-shot vigilante.

It is now Day 3. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

Who is a threat to the Nordic race?

Poll ended at Sun Aug 06, 2017 8:22 pmPlease note that if you vote, your vote will be visible.

Boomslang
3
33%


Voters: DrWilgy, TonyStarkPrime, Dom

DFaraday
0
No votes


Voters: None

Dom
0
No votes


Voters: None

DrWilgy
1
11%


Voters: Boomslang

Elohcin
0
No votes


Voters: None

Enrique
3
33%


Voters: nijuukyugou, Elohcin, DFaraday

Long Con
0
No votes


Voters: None

Made
0
No votes


Voters: None

Neverwhere
0
No votes


Voters: None

nijuukyugou
0
No votes


Voters: None

TonyStarkPrime
0
No votes


Voters: None

Tom Buchanan (The Host, the Non, the Dead)
2
22%


Voters: Epignosis, JaggedJimmyJay


Total votes: 9

Poll should be fixed.

Who killed Myrtle Wilson?

Poll ended at Tue Aug 08, 2017 10:04 pmPlease note that if you vote, your vote will be visible.

Boomslang
2
20%


Voters: TonyStarkPrime, Dom

DFaraday
3
30%


Voters: Boomslang, Elohcin, Long Con

Dom
0
No votes


Voters: None

DrWilgy
0
No votes


Voters: None

Elohcin
0
No votes


Voters: None

Long Con
0
No votes


Voters: None

Made
0
No votes


Voters: None

Neverwhere
0
No votes


Voters: None

TonyStarkPrime
0
No votes


Voters: None

Mr. McKee (The Host, the Non, the Dead)
5
50%


Voters: sprityo, Spacedaisy, nijuukyugou, JaggedJimmyJay, Epignosis


Total votes: 10

Night 3

DFaraday was Henry Gatz. He was a vanilla civilian.

It is now Night 3.

Day 4

Dom has been killed. He was Catherine, a vanilla civilian.

It is now Day 4. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

Night 4

I'll make this quick.

Neverwhere has been lynched. She (he?) was Michaelis, a vanilla civilian.

It is now Night 4.

Who killed her sister Catherine?

Poll ended at Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:26 pmPlease note that if you vote, your vote will be visible.

Boomslang
0
No votes


Voters: None

DrWilgy
0
No votes


Voters: None

Elohcin
0
No votes


Voters: None

Long Con
0
No votes


Voters: None

Made
1
14%


Voters: Elohcin

Neverwhere
2
29%


Voters: Long Con, Boomslang

TonyStarkPrime
0
No votes


Voters: None

Mrs. McKee (The Host, the Non, the Dead)
4
57%


Voters: sprityo, nijuukyugou, JaggedJimmyJay, Epignosis


Total votes: 7

Day 5

Roaring noon.

Long Con has been killed. He was Jay Gatsby, who was all right in the end. A vanilla civilian.

It is now Day 5. You have 48 hours to get to the bottom of this.

Chapter 10

I never imagined New York could be so quiet, but it was. At least that was my impression.

I wish more people had spoken up.

The eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg were dimmed forever that night in August, when the parties roared on but nobody cared about the wreckage those good times left behind.

TonyStarkPrime has been lynched. He was George Wilson, a vanilla civilian.

Assuming Dr. Wilgy and the mob do the only sensible things, I suppose congratulations are in order.

I stood outside and watched the green light go out. It never came back on.

The Mafia and Independent have won. That would consist of Ricochet (Ewing Klipspringer), Boomslang (Daisy Buchannan), Made (Jordan Baker), and Dr.Wilgy, who was Meyers Wolfsheim, the independent.

Wolfsheim:
You fixed the World Series, and you know what else?
You fixed your role rather than let it happen randomly. You are an independent man in search of a “business gonnection.” Many of them, actually. Each Night, you target someone, and you will have one of your associates fix the lynch poll in that person’s favor, making his or her vote worth two. This person will not be made aware of this.
In exchange for this, you will be immune to any Night action against you by this person.
You don’t care about all this foolishness among the young people; you just want business to be good. You win if your living targets outnumber those you did not target by the end.
Oh, and before I forget, you are in charge of any ties whether you are dead or alive, so it would be good of you to submit a list of preferable lynches.

I think this game emphasizes how unaccustomed Syndicate regulars are to this kind of setup. The only person to claim anything was Wilgy. It seems forgotten that the secondary objective of vanilla civilians is to draw the Night kill, thereby keeping the civilian power roles in play for as long as possible. In this setup, people were free to make up any role power they wanted to claim.