The Syndicate

lol jks there's a phantom 4th person in my mind.

Pardon?

In a real tone everyone, I have to give llama props to sniffing me out day 1. That was a total guess on a legit question and he certainly got the boost he needed, however, due to the nature of this role it ended up flopping back on him in the end due to suspicions

I almost feel dirty for being a nuisance all game. I hope you all forgive me for the playstyle this evening.

Glorfindel wrote:Pardon?

You're the last town alive. JJJ and Sprityo are the mafia

The mafia outnumber town 2:1. Mafia win

Hooray!

Good game everyone. Thanks for hosting Quin! I got super lucky and almost blew it at the last second.

I have to leave now but I'll be back later to talk about things or something.

congrats baddies - congrats llama for catching sprityo right off the bat.

Well, I'm kinda happy with that. My instincts were 100% on point from the outset - nice to see I haven't lost my mojo...

On the flip side, I apologise to my fellow Townies, I let you down by not sticking with my intuition. Good game, Sprityo and Jay.

Glorfindel wrote:Well, I'm kinda happy with that. My instincts were 100% on point from the outset - nice to see I haven't lost my mojo...

On the flip side, I apologise to my fellow Townies, I let you down by not sticking with my intuition. Good game, Sprityo and Jay.

It looked so terrible for the baddies from the very beginning, I noticed you had them both pegged on instinct. It was exciting.

I wrote flavour for some of the power roles, here it all is (I'd have posted it with the deaths of said power roles, but I didn't get to post much of it)

Poo Poo Road:

We had opted to venture the countryside on route to our destination, both to take in the natural scenery, and to avoid being held up by any incidents along the highway. Unfortunately, this came with its own type of peril – upon reaching Poo Poo Road, we were met with enormous dust clouds that trailed behind us as we drove along, and our cars were ravished by the gravel that lashed and scraped the sides, leaving no spot unblemished. By the end of the 40km stretch, one car was so badly caked with dust and the tyres were so worn that it was almost unrecognisable.

‘This is ridiculous!’ the eldest brother cried. ‘It’s all fine for Dad, he’s got a four-wheel drive!’

‘You’ll have to get the car washed again.’ the younger replied.

The eldest smirked, though he was not happy in the slightest. ‘He’ll be paying for it, that’s for sure.’


Kamikaze Cow:

The vast farmland had no shortage of farmstock of the cattle variety, with the number of cows sighted over the course of our journey infinitely outnumbering the population of the many towns we passed through. For the most part, these cows were harmless. They watched as we passed by their old, rusted fences or else laid down in their own filth. As we rounded one corner, however, we were forced to hit the brakes harder than expected as a single cow without any respect for its own life charged onto the road before making its stand in the very center, preventing us from moving on.

‘You shall not pass.’ it mooed (probably).

Dad responded with a series of honks from his car horn, slowly closing the distance between his car and the troublemaker.


Closed Restaurant:

After seven tiresome hours of road trip trivia, a number of bathroom stops and far too many cows, we had checked into our motel room. After spending an hour in bed watching television and whining in the mafia game I was playing at the time, there was a knock on the door. Mum stood on the other side, a look of embarrassment etched on her face.

‘Yeah?’ I asked.

‘The Chinese restaurant is closed’. she replied simply.

‘Huh?’

‘We just assumed it’d be open, but we never went onto their website to check.’

Snooty Waitress:

The contingency involved dining at a less-impressive Chinese restaurant that night. One look could tell you that this place was nothing special. Nevertheless, we entered.
We all gathered around a large, circular table, though with 10 of us it was still a tight squeeze. Our legs touched uncomfortably, with the inevitable game of footsy beginning among my younger siblings and their friend. After a short wait, we were met with greetings from a waitress, of the snobbish variety. She looked around the table, taking in our classic bogan attire with a look of disdain on her face and began taking orders.

Being in a chair with a direct line of sight behind the bar, I found myself looking in that direction. It’s a shame that I found the waitress in question pointing at our table and giggling with her co-workers. Maybe she was crushing on me or something.

I have a new signature.

Fun game quin!

I had a blast!

Thanks too, Quin for a very interesting and enjoyable game - well worth setting my alarm for

First to call the siren on sprit's "slip" (even if I didn't follow it through with a vote).
Rightly deducted llama wouldn't be this blatant of a busser, when the "Kilgrave" role was best preserved as much as possible.
Rightly deducted Epig wouldn't be this blatant to weave a web around llama with that big of an argument reach.
Right to call Jay bad on the one friggin' time planets aligned this century for that to happen.
Technically only one wrong read (SVS), at least as long as I was alive.

Do I get a win for this?

No, of course not.

My third post was to defend a no-show. When the hell have I ever defended a friggin no-show?

Every time I've had BTSC in a Mafia game this year, it's been with with no-show.

Epignosis wrote:Every time I've had BTSC in a Mafia game this year, it's been with with no-show.

That's a frustrating position to be in.

Not as frustrating as being one vote away from victory and having everyone think you called out your only teammate on Day 1.

thellama73 wrote:

Epignosis wrote:Every time I've had BTSC in a Mafia game this year, it's been with with no-show.

That's a frustrating position to be in.

Not as frustrating as being one vote away from victory and having everyone think you called out your only teammate on Day 1.

That's what happens Mr. "Golly gee I can't tell my two teammates apart from each other."

Ricochet wrote:First to call the siren on sprit's "slip" (even if I didn't follow it through with a vote).
Rightly deducted llama wouldn't be this blatant of a busser, when the "Kilgrave" role was best preserved as much as possible.
Rightly deducted Epig wouldn't be this blatant to weave a web around llama with that big of an argument reach.
Right to call Jay bad on the one friggin' time planets aligned this century for that to happen.
Technically only one wrong read (SVS), at least as long as I was alive.

Do I get a win for this?

No, of course not.

It might have helped if you didn't accidentally vote yourself out

True story: I thought about BTSC on Night 1 and sprityo sent in the MP kill at the last second

I'm pretty sure jay won because people forgot that it was possible for him to roll bad.

Golden wrote:I'm pretty sure jay won because people forgot that it was possible for him to roll bad.

Or simply didn't want to believe it was true...

Well played, sprityo and Jay!

I had a feeling there was something off about Jay, but couldn't figure it out in time.

Epignosis wrote:

thellama73 wrote:

Epignosis wrote:Every time I've had BTSC in a Mafia game this year, it's been with with no-show.

That's a frustrating position to be in.

Not as frustrating as being one vote away from victory and having everyone think you called out your only teammate on Day 1.

That's what happens Mr. "Golly gee I can't tell my two teammates apart from each other."

That was true though!

JaggedJimmyJay wrote:True story: I thought about BTSC on Night 1 and sprityo sent in the MP kill at the last second

That was supposed to say FORGOT about BTSC

No relation.

It's worth watching just for the panda.

I did change it in one of my posts, but it didn't work

Quin wrote:I did change it in one of my posts, but it didn't work

You have to edit the first post!