The Syndicate

nutella wrote: ↑Fri Mar 23, 2018 2:15 pm No he didn't actually I asked about the edited enter actions and he said it didn't have to be premium and I figure he just saved logs periodically in case they got too long

Yep, I'm waaay too cheap to spring for the primo features.

JaggedJimmyJay wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:53 pm LMS be like Less Mafia Skill amirite

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:49 pm I was promised a LMS game and not only did I get the least LMS role possible but my win con didn't even change when the game shifted to actually LMS.

Anyway I'll see you fuckers in the next LMS game.

how'd you feel about a game that was basically Sherlock Mafia, except without all the bad stuff and tons more good stuff?

JaggedJimmyJay wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:44 pm
JaggedJimmyJay wrote: ↑Mon Mar 05, 2018 1:03 pm I have created my own win condition.
I have also won the game.

Was your win condition to have fun?

nutella wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:41 pm lmao at the gum thing

What makes that so damn perfect is that in the show Twin Peaks, a character saying that exact phrase: "That gum you like is going to come back in style," is what outs them as an evil BOB-possessed murderer. Same exact thing happened here.

Enrique wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:27 pm inh this is the craziest damn game I've ever played and I'm so fucking happy with how it turned out. I'll come back with more thoughts in a bit.

Thank you so much!

I dunno if the whole Heist MVP thing is still around, I haven't really heard anything about it in a while, so I assume it isn't, but you're the definite MVP of this game. You were juggling around personas in three different chatrooms at the same time, and you never made a slip-up. You deserve the win, you crafty doppelganger son of a gun.

Second-place MVP would have to go to [mention]lapluie[/mention] who guessed the identity of the mafia leader with little to nothing to go on. Probably the most kickass use of the Ring in the game.

And as promised, here's DH's and Enrique's special chatroom the moment after DH realized that Enrique had been betraying him the entire time, and that he was more or less screwed.

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NIGHT SEVEN BTSC

The Palmer House

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NIGHT SIX BTSC

The Palmer House

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The Woods

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NIGHT FIVE BTSC

The Palmer House

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The Woods

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The Roadhouse

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nutella wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:32 pm
insertnamehere wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:25 pm
POST-MORTEM
or, how the hell did this happen?

It was written into both the civilian and the mafia win conditions that Laura Palmer must die on Night 7 to win the game. However, Laura Palmer was also given the information that if she failed to die during Night 7, no one would win the game. I call this the "Carrie Page" ending.

The idea was that Laura could use this as her last possible defense mechanism, threatening everyone with no one winning the game if they failed to give her the Ring.

Unfortunately for the civilians, DH...just didn't do that. He kept it to himself the entire game.

In fact, he shared barely any info at all with anyone except Enrique. This lead to the other two civilians both not knowing what the hell he was doing, and not wanting to trust him farther than they could throw him.

The final Night 7 BTSC chatroom was comprised of awkward silence. DH wasn't sure if Enrique gave him the Ring or not, (he didn't) and Nutella, who actually had the Ring, didn't share that info with the group. So, DH decided to avoid the "Carrie Page" ending by telling everyone to vote for him.

So ends the game.

....welp

gg

very cool setup as always INH!

Not gonna lie. The idea of boldly proclaiming "NOBODY WINS," and becoming the first mafia game ever on The Syndicate to have no winners was more than a little appealing.

NIGHT FOUR BTSC

Power and the Glory

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The Woods

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The Palmer House

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The Roadhouse

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NIGHT THREE BTSC

The Woods

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The Power and the Glory

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The Roadhouse

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The Palmer House

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NIGHT TWO BTSC

The Palmer House

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The Power and the Glory

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The Roadhouse

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The Woods

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Fat Trout Trailer Park

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NIGHT ONE BTSC

Hap's Diner

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The Roadhouse

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The Palmer House

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Fat Trout Trailer Park

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The Woods

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POST-MORTEM
or, how the hell did this happen?

The chain of events that led to the mafia winning this game can be traced to three very poor decisions and one very good performance. After Wilgy attempted to give DH the ring, and it went to Teresa Banks (a.k.a. Spacedaisy (a.k.a. BOB's first baddie recruit)), Colin attempted to recruit DH, but was unable to do so. He was aware that the only people he couldn't recruit were Laura and MIKE, and Speedchuck told him that he was MIKE literally on Night 1, so from this point on, the mafia knew DH's identity.

Colin's second recruit was Enrique, who proved to pay great dividends, as DH won an item which allowed him to have a constant open line of BTSC communication with one person. He chose Enrique. This is the first very poor decision. DH decided to fully trust the one motherfucker he most definitely should not have trusted. Enrique played DH like a goddamn fiddle, working with him to establish an alliance with Speed, JJJ, and others to dominate a possible LMS scenario.

Unfortunately for Speedchuck, DH and Enrique's win conditions were completely unaffected by Colin's death, meaning that he was unable to fully turn this game into the LMS free-for-all he was strategizing around.

This is when Speedchuck got two extremely significant items. One was an item which allowed him to read the full set-up for the game. The other was the Ring, gifted to him by Colin. Speedchuck literally had the most important information in the game, which could have allowed him to shake things up entirely, but was unable to share it due to rules about info-dumping during the Day.

However, he wasn't the only one who received an item. JJJ won a decoy Ring, which looked like and was accompanied by the same message as the actual Ring, but in reality did absolutely nothing. The second very poor decision was when JJJ decided to give Speedchuck this decoy ring.

Speedchuck was more or less baffled by this, and it made him unsure about who to give what Ring. Which caused him to pass it along to Enrique, at the exact moment Enrique needed it to partially fulfill the mafia win condition.

The second Speedchuck gave the Ring to Enrique was the second that the civilians could no longer win the game. But, and here's the kicker, it didn't necessarily mean that the mafia automatically won.

It was written into both the civilian and the mafia win conditions that Laura Palmer must die on Night 7 to win the game. However, Laura Palmer was also given the information that if she failed to die during Night 7, no one would win the game. I call this the "Carrie Page" ending.

The idea was that Laura could use this as her last possible defense mechanism, threatening everyone with no one winning the game if they failed to give her the Ring.

Unfortunately for the civilians, DH...just didn't do that. He kept it to himself the entire game.

In fact, he shared barely any info at all with anyone except Enrique. This lead to the other two civilians both not knowing what the hell he was doing, and not wanting to trust him farther than they could throw him.

The final Night 7 BTSC chatroom was comprised of awkward silence. DH wasn't sure if Enrique gave him the Ring or not, (he didn't) and Nutella, who actually had the Ring, didn't share that info with the group. So, DH decided to avoid the "Carrie Page" ending by telling everyone to vote for him.

So ends the game.

PROBLEMS

The main issue I had with this game was that vanilla civilians kinda had fuck all to do. The idea was that the nightly items, many of which gave extensive information, would counteract that. Alas, people kept giving items to the same friggin' people. Out of the 11 items given out, 8 of them went to DH, Enrique, and Colin. Due to the people with info (except for Speedchuck, bless him) not sharing anything with anyone, a wide swath of people were left in the cold.

Ironically, if people approached this like a regular mafia game and tried to scum-hunt, the civilians most likely would have done a ton better. Instead, people just didn't understand the context and parameters of the game, and followed those who looked like they knew what they were talking about, mostly to their detriment.

I think I just had a bit of a fundamental problem with incorporating my avant-garde gameplay styling in a way that people with vanilla roles can be heavily involved. The idea was that this game would be an exploration of how information flows and influences players. Instead people built dams, and all the information was confined to a small area.

SUCCESSES

That said, for those who were lucky enough to know what was going on, they had a pretty rad experience. During Night 6, DH got an item which let him read a heavily-redacted version of the mafia's chatroom over the last phase. So, he learned that Enrique had been lying to him the whole time juuuust after the window for him to do anything about it had closed.

The ensuing showdown between them in the chatroom is probably one of my favorite moments in one of my games, and I'll link to it below.

I thought the different chatrooms and the various items worked like gangbusters, and produced many interesting dynamics. I'm definitely going to include something similar to the randomized list of items in my next game, albeit with a strict limit on how many items a person can get.

The challenges, which I adapted from a South Korean game show called The Genius, worked pretty well, outside of the shaky start to the first challenge, which will end up clogging up my inbox history for years to come. It gave me hope that I can pull off a game consisting entirely of challenges like the ones played here.

I'd like to thank everyone involved for helping me make this wacky-ass experimental game possible. My hosting style may, in fact, be throwing as much stuff at the wall as possible and seeing what sticks, but I feel like in every game I host, a little more ends up sticking.

In conclusion:

Descriptions of the three power roles:

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List of roles given to each player:

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List of items given to each player:

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NIGHT SEVEN

EXCERPT FROM LAURA PALMER'S DIARY, AGE 17

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LAURA PALMER'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE NIGHT OF FEBRUARY 23rd, 1989:

6:54 PM: Went to Bobby Briggs' house. Bobby asked her if she had any real feelings for him, or if she only hung around with him for his drugs. Didn't answer. Left with a large parcel of cocaine.

7:37 PM: Arrived back home. Did a line of cocaine in her room. Was called by James Hurley. Told him to meet her in fifteen minutes.

7:53 PM: Got on the back of James Hurley's motorcycle. They rode out to the woods.

8:23 PM: Began acting strangely. Saw a strange figure hidden behind a tree, who then disappeared. Told James that he didn't really know her.

8:36 PM: Was being driven home by James. At the intersection of Sparkwood & 21, jumped off his bike, and tearfully screamed at James that she loved him. Ran into the woods.

8:50 PM: Met up with Ronette Pulaski, Leo Johnson, and Jacques Renault at a cabin. Engaged in sex and cocaine.

9:37 PM: Bit repeatedly by Jacques Renault's pet bird Waldo.

9:51 PM: Swallowed part of a poker chip.

10:26 PM: Frantically screamed at Leo Johnson to untie her. Instead, he left the cabin and drove away.

10:38 PM: Jacques Renault left the cabin to urinate in the woods. Dale Cooper, inhabited by BOB, arrived at the cabin, and knocked him unconscious with a beer bottle.

10:57 PM: Was grabbed, along with Ronette Pulaski, by Dale Cooper, who screamed and laughed at them.

11:07 PM: Arrived at an abandoned, secluded train car.

11:25 PM: Dale Cooper beat Ronette Pulaski to death, then recited a strange incantation.

11:41 PM: Watched in horror as the being which previously looked like Dale Cooper transformed into a mirror image of herself. Except for one difference: the doppelganger's eyes were milky white.

UNKNOWN TIME, UNKNOWN LOCATION:

The woman with blond hair sits next to the little man in the red suit. She gazes at the man in the black suit.

" .ꙅɿɒɘʏ ގᄅ ᴎi ᴎiɒǫɒ uoʏ ɘɘꙅ ||'I"

She slowly lifts her hands, framing her own face.

"...ɘ|iʜwᴎɒɘM"

Dharmahelper was voted off. He was Laura Palmer, a civilian leader.

BOB's mafia team has won the game. Congratulations to [mention]Enrique[/mention], [mention]Coliniscool[/mention], and [mention]Spacedaisy[/mention].

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Thu Mar 22, 2018 7:47 pm The greatest teacher, failure is.

Sometimes you break the game, and other times the game breaks you.

nutella wrote: ↑Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:19 pm Are allowed to abstain from the lynch vote?

Yes.

Ties will be decided randomly.

All players have until the end of Night 7 to PM me the name of the player they wish to see lynched.

You cannot vote for Long Con.

DAY SEVEN

EXCERPT FROM CARRIE PAGE'S DIARY, AGE 17

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February 14th, 1989

Dear Diary,

I spent the afternoon with Dr. Jacoby at his office. He wanted to see me and go over what I had said to him on my tapes. He wanted to hear more about James Hurley and the fact that I had mentioned going sober because of him. I told him James was someone I had known for a long time, although not so well. I told him I had fallen in love with his purity and the idea that if I was strong enough I could let James take me out of this darkness. I told him that it was a secret relationship only because I had wanted it that way. Donna knows. But the three of us are friends at school so I know she won't tell Bobby.
I told Dr. Jacoby how hard it had been for me lately with everything getting so close, and how I finally felt certain that James was my last chance for light.
I feel like a fake, I told him, even though I was Homecoming Queen. I had such a story behind my smile in the photos and at the football game as well. I still felt the hands and the mouths of the men I had been with hours before the photo was taken. I told him it felt like the school and the town and the world were mocking me by voting me Homecoming Queen. . . . How could they not see how I was being swallowed up by pain? How dare they make me a spectacle like that and ask me to smile again and again and again!
At the game Bobby was the hero he wanted to be, but from the stands I could hardly make him out on the field. Everything seemed far away and muted, as if the blood rushing through my head hushed all the sounds except for my heartbeat and my breathing, which seemed labored, erratic.
I told him I had been having awful nightmares. All of them about the woods, the paths, the tree, footprints, the sounds of an owl. . . . I felt death in these dreams and I also felt lust. Lust like I had known when it was fresh to me and it wasn't tired and worn-out and bettered only by violence.
I did have one dream, the worst, about water. In the dream I was standing at the water's edge and the sky was very very dark but reflected on the surface of the water was the sky filled with white clouds and a deep blue color. I remember thinking in the dream that if I dove in and swam far enough, I might come up in another world that was not filled with so much badness . . . so much hatred. When I did dive in, I remember swimming half the length of the lake . . . I think it was a lake - only to be pulled down by a hand as it grabbed my wrist and took me deeper and deeper and deeper. I told him I thought that hand was ███.
I told Dr. Jacoby that the last time I had seen Leo and Jacques had not been very nice. We had all been fooling around, and they had tied me up in this chair, but I started to get this feeling of claustrophobia . . . restriction. I started to panic and hyperventilate and I tried to explain what was happening but it was difficult to speak and no one realized I was being serious. I started to get very lighthearted and there were flashes of light in my eyes and I was finally able to scream out for them to stop. This was not all right . . . I was not all right. We had been playing one of the games we play a lot where I am trapped in a cabin far far away from any help and that I am a virgin and they are men who have been sent from a strange and erotic place to take my virginity and to punish me for resisting them. And so Leo heard me say this was not all right, but he thought it was part of the game and he said, "Oh, is the little virgin scared?" It went on like that and I started rocking the chair back and forth and I guess Leo was really into it, as was Jacques, and Leo got a little crazy and he hit me, hard . . . too hard. My ears rang. I began to cry. It wasn't until then that Jacques said, "Wait a minute, she's not okay." They untied me and I ran home without saying a word.
Leo's slap had left an ugly bruise on my cheek. I had to tell my parents that this horrible black and blue mark came from when I was carrying a dinner tray from Harold's apartment.
I told Dr. Jacoby I missed Donna and I wished that she and Ronnette would like each other. I wish that we could all be friends so I wouldn't have to hide anything from anyone.
I told him about how I had gone to Harold's last week, really fucked up and how scared I made him by coming on to him pretty heavy. And then, basically because he could not leave his house, forced him to have sex with me.
I told Dr. Jacoby that I cried for hours afterward because I felt so horrible. It took Harold almost an hour to talk to me because I had made him scared, even in his own home, his only refuge.
On the way out of Harold's, Mrs. Tremond's grandson, Pierre, saw me and came up to me and pulled a gold coin out of my ear and walked away.
I told him that ███ was getting very very close and that I was trying as hard as I could to write about him to find out what he was, who he was, before he could get to me. I had been writing so much about him in my diary in poems and dreams and each time I did it I would see him at my window or feel him coming closer, but I wasn't sure if it was paranoia. . . . I just wanted to be normal. I just want to be like everybody else. I don't like having to be careful of who to talk to because someone might hate me if they knew the truth about me, about how dirty I am. And how somehow, I don't remember it, but, somehow everyday I asked to be treated this way. It always happens, so it must be something I don't realize I say, or something I think. I told him how I went to my safety deposit box and how I saw the drug money there and I had a fantasy about taking it and running away forever. But I didn't deserve that. I deserved to stay here. I had done something wrong. My heart hurt so badly, but I knew I had to stay.
I took the responses from my ad in Fleshworld home with me and stayed up all night putting pictures of me and my panties into envelopes . . . and how I had to keep getting higher and higher on coke so I wouldn't break down and cry and I didn't want anyone to hear my cries because they didn't matter to them anyway. They never have.

Love, Laura

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CARRIE PAGE'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE DAY OF FEBRUARY 23rd, 1989:

8:03 AM: Woke up, got dressed, skipped breakfast.

8:30 AM: Arrived at school. Was inattentive and out-of-it. Hardly spoke to anyone.

3:28 PM: Left school, went home, and sat in her room.

4:11 PM: Wrote a diary entry stating that she thought she would die that night.

5:18 PM: Went to Josie Packard's house. Told Josie that she understood how she felt after her husband's death.

6:27 PM: Traveled back home and ate dinner. Complained about asparagus. Asked Sarah Palmer for permission to go to Bobby Briggs' house to do homework.

Enrique was killed by the Ring, which was given to them by Speedchuck. They were Richard, a mafia recruit.

All mafia members have been eliminated.

It is now Night 7. You have 24 hours to converse in the Palmer House chatroom, send in night actions, and vote for a person to be killed. Once those 24 hours are up, the game will end.

DAY SEVEN

EXCERPT FROM LAURA PALMER'S DIARY, AGE 17

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February 14th, 1989

Dear Diary,

I spent the afternoon with Dr. Jacoby at his office. He wanted to see me and go over what I had said to him on my tapes. He wanted to hear more about James Hurley and the fact that I had mentioned going sober because of him. I told him James was someone I had known for a long time, although not so well. I told him I had fallen in love with his purity and the idea that if I was strong enough I could let James take me out of this darkness. I told him that it was a secret relationship only because I had wanted it that way. Donna knows. But the three of us are friends at school so I know she won't tell Bobby.
I told Dr. Jacoby how hard it had been for me lately with everything getting so close, and how I finally felt certain that James was my last chance for light.
I feel like a fake, I told him, even though I was Homecoming Queen. I had such a story behind my smile in the photos and at the football game as well. I still felt the hands and the mouths of the men I had been with hours before the photo was taken. I told him it felt like the school and the town and the world were mocking me by voting me Homecoming Queen. . . . How could they not see how I was being swallowed up by pain? How dare they make me a spectacle like that and ask me to smile again and again and again!
At the game Bobby was the hero he wanted to be, but from the stands I could hardly make him out on the field. Everything seemed far away and muted, as if the blood rushing through my head hushed all the sounds except for my heartbeat and my breathing, which seemed labored, erratic.
I told him I had been having awful nightmares. All of them about the woods, the paths, the tree, footprints, the sounds of an owl. . . . I felt death in these dreams and I also felt lust. Lust like I had known when it was fresh to me and it wasn't tired and worn-out and bettered only by violence.
I did have one dream, the worst, about water. In the dream I was standing at the water's edge and the sky was very very dark but reflected on the surface of the water was the sky filled with white clouds and a deep blue color. I remember thinking in the dream that if I dove in and swam far enough, I might come up in another world that was not filled with so much badness . . . so much hatred. When I did dive in, I remember swimming half the length of the lake . . . I think it was a lake - only to be pulled down by a hand as it grabbed my wrist and took me deeper and deeper and deeper. I told him I thought that hand was ███.
I told Dr. Jacoby that the last time I had seen Leo and Jacques had not been very nice. We had all been fooling around, and they had tied me up in this chair, but I started to get this feeling of claustrophobia . . . restriction. I started to panic and hyperventilate and I tried to explain what was happening but it was difficult to speak and no one realized I was being serious. I started to get very lighthearted and there were flashes of light in my eyes and I was finally able to scream out for them to stop. This was not all right . . . I was not all right. We had been playing one of the games we play a lot where I am trapped in a cabin far far away from any help and that I am a virgin and they are men who have been sent from a strange and erotic place to take my virginity and to punish me for resisting them. And so Leo heard me say this was not all right, but he thought it was part of the game and he said, "Oh, is the little virgin scared?" It went on like that and I started rocking the chair back and forth and I guess Leo was really into it, as was Jacques, and Leo got a little crazy and he hit me, hard . . . too hard. My ears rang. I began to cry. It wasn't until then that Jacques said, "Wait a minute, she's not okay." They untied me and I ran home without saying a word.
Leo's slap had left an ugly bruise on my cheek. I had to tell my parents that this horrible black and blue mark came from when I was carrying a dinner tray from Harold's apartment.
I told Dr. Jacoby I missed Donna and I wished that she and Ronnette would like each other. I wish that we could all be friends so I wouldn't have to hide anything from anyone.
I told him about how I had gone to Harold's last week, really fucked up and how scared I made him by coming on to him pretty heavy. And then, basically because he could not leave his house, forced him to have sex with me.
I told Dr. Jacoby that I cried for hours afterward because I felt so horrible. It took Harold almost an hour to talk to me because I had made him scared, even in his own home, his only refuge.
On the way out of Harold's, Mrs. Tremond's grandson, Pierre, saw me and came up to me and pulled a gold coin out of my ear and walked away.
I told him that ███ was getting very very close and that I was trying as hard as I could to write about him to find out what he was, who he was, before he could get to me. I had been writing so much about him in my diary in poems and dreams and each time I did it I would see him at my window or feel him coming closer, but I wasn't sure if it was paranoia. . . . I just wanted to be normal. I just want to be like everybody else. I don't like having to be careful of who to talk to because someone might hate me if they knew the truth about me, about how dirty I am. And how somehow, I don't remember it, but, somehow everyday I asked to be treated this way. It always happens, so it must be something I don't realize I say, or something I think. I told him how I went to my safety deposit box and how I saw the drug money there and I had a fantasy about taking it and running away forever. But I didn't deserve that. I deserved to stay here. I had done something wrong. My heart hurt so badly, but I knew I had to stay.
I took the responses from my ad in Fleshworld home with me and stayed up all night putting pictures of me and my panties into envelopes . . . and how I had to keep getting higher and higher on coke so I wouldn't break down and cry and I didn't want anyone to hear my cries because they didn't matter to them anyway. They never have.

Love, Laura

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LAURA PALMER'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE DAY OF FEBRUARY 23rd, 1989:

8:03 AM: Woke up, got dressed, skipped breakfast.

8:30 AM: Arrived at school. Was inattentive and out-of-it. Hardly spoke to anyone.

3:28 PM: Left school, went home, and sat in her room.

4:11 PM: Wrote a diary entry stating that she thought she would die that night.

5:18 PM: Went to Josie Packard's house. Told Josie that she understood how she felt after her husband's death.

6:27 PM: Traveled back home and ate dinner. Complained about asparagus. Asked Sarah Palmer for permission to go to Bobby Briggs' house to do homework.

Enrique was killed by the Ring, which was given to them by Speedchuck. They were Special Agent Dale Cooper, a mafia recruit.

All mafia members have been eliminated.

It is now Night 7. You have 24 hours to converse in the Palmer House chatroom, send in night actions, and vote for a person to be killed. Once those 24 hours are up, the game will end.

his number was 812, btw

Long Con wins Immunity for the Night 7 vote.

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:14 pm Wait, no, I was right the first time when I said "no"

Your fuckin' binary thing and the lying mechanic are fucking with me. I was right when I said "no" in response to your question.

I stand corrected.

(really, I was just super-eager to post the siren gif)

Proceed.

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:07 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:05 pm Yes.

Is the fourth-from-the-right-most column of your binary-converted number a zero?
no. Pardon me while I think of a question.

DH, you must reveal two numbers not in your secret number.

SHAMELESS SELF-ADVERTISEMENT

http://www.mafiathesyndicate.com/viewto ... 74#p424774

Both players have submitted their numbers, questioning may begin.

Enrique wrote: ↑Tue Mar 20, 2018 9:31 pm I would still watch Twin Peaks if the whole show was just the dancing scenes to be honest.

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Enrique wrote: ↑Tue Mar 20, 2018 9:24 pm

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Dharmahelper has correctly guessed Enrique's number, and will proceed to Day 2 of the competition. Enrique, unfortunately, you'll be receiving an extra vote during Night 7.

[mention]Long Con[/mention] and [mention]Dharmahelper[/mention], you now need to send me a new three-digit number to be used in the next round.

For the record, Long Con's number was 148.

Dharmahelper's was 420.#blazeit

Long Con has correctly guessed Nutella's number, and will proceed to Day 2 of the competition. Nutella, unfortunately, you'll be receiving an extra vote during Night 7.

All numbers have been received, and questioning may begin.

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 19, 2018 9:42 pm Whatever.

So is this competition in the thread of behind the scenes?

Nope. In this thread.

I'd suggest people send me their numbers ASAP.

CHALLENGE THREE
TRUTH DETECTOR

For this challenge, the four remaining players will be randomly split up into two separate duels for the first day of the competition. Here are the two pair-ups:

[mention]DharmaHelper[/mention]
VERSUS
[mention]Enrique[/mention]

and

[mention]Long Con[/mention]
VERSUS
[mention]nutella[/mention]

The winners of the two duels will compete against each other the second day, and the winner of that duel will be immune from Night 7's vote. The two losers of the first two duels will have an extra vote cast against them.

Here's how "Truth Detector" works:

Both players PM me a three-digit secret number. The object of the game is to guess your opponent's number before they can guess yours.

Each player takes turns asking each other questions about their secret number, which the other player must answer with a lie. If the question is answered truthfully, I'll post the following gif:

and the answering player must reveal two numbers not used in their secret number as a penalty. Also, answers cannot be irrelevant to the question, impossible (such as stating that there are 4 odd numbers in the code number), or evasive. If a player thinks they know their opponent's secret number, during their turn, they can make a guess instead of asking a question. If incorrect, the turn passes to the other player.

If after 24 hours, neither players have guessed their opponent's number, both can make a final guess, and the player with the most digits correctly guessed will win the match. In the event of a tie, the winner is randomly decided.

Round One of this challenge begins now, and ends in 24 hours.

NIGHT SIX

EXCERPT FROM LAURA PALMER'S DIARY, AGE 17

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November 13, 1988

Dear Diary,

I was up at the Hornes' having a session with Johnny. One of his doctors, Dr. Lawrence Jacoby, joined us to shoot a few rubber buffalo.
I was immediately aware of Lawrence's attraction to me, not that that was the issue, but where his attraction came from was.
He had fallen in love with the "two Lauras," the very reasons for which I wanted so desperately to die. What I considered a curse, he found enticing and honest. He did not mock my pain. He accepted it.
So Dr. Jacoby and I began to meet secretly at his office. He just lets me talk and I will sometimes try to shock him with the details of my darker self, yet he continues to accept them, accept me, always recognizing that the lighter part of me never wanted to do them in the first place. And so he forgives me. I know this may sound very sick and mean, perhaps, but I am almost consumed, at times, with hatred for him because never has he turned to me and confirmed my deepest fears - that I am becoming like ███ - bad.
Maybe it is the way he says it is: I have simply forgotten how to be loved.

Laura

January 13, 1989

Dear Diary,

I haven't been writing to you because Dr. Jacoby gave me a pretty hot-pink tape recorder for Christmas. He said that it might help me to talk into it. I send him the tapes after I have listened to them myself. I find that even though I'm still very sad that listening to the tapes and all that they say helps me feel that the problems spoken on them are not my own.
I would write more often, but with all my work and the other diary I must keep "pleasantly updated," I have hardly any time to be as honest as I am with you.
I will write more when I can.

Laura

January 29, 1989

Dear Diary,

I had been promising to spend a few moments with Harold for weeks now, and finally today I was able to do so.
His apartment is small and filled with books from the toilet tank to the top of the fridge. I think he has to keep reading these stories because he so rarely has any stories of his own.
I like, to play with Harold sometimes. I like the way he hangs on my every word as I describe some of my adventures. In particular those from One-Eyed Jack's (where by the way Jacques works as a blackjack dealer). My stories stimulate Harold. I know that. But yet he reacts almost violently, and with fear, when I make advances toward him, no matter how mild. I love Harold's tenderness and most often feel wonderful when I am with him and when I think about him. But sometimes I hate myself more than you can imagine for the aroused feelings I get when I see Harold's frightened face, which must be the same thing ███ sees when he looks at me. The prey, cornered . . . so degraded . . . made a toy. I am noticing that more and more, and I think ███ is, too, when he visits me, that I cannot hurt or be hurt enough lately.

Laura

Feburary 10, 1989

Dear Diary,

I have been working with Josie on her English lessons for a while now and she shows very few signs of improvement or efforts to improve. I know that Josie was a dancer and a prostitute in Hong Kong when Andrew fell in love with her and saved her life by bringing her here six years ago, and I think she still has more of that lifestyle in her than most realize. She's treating our sessions more like poorly executed seductions and the more she comes on to me the less I respect her. It's not that she's all over me. It's different than that. . . . She mentions Bobby a lot and I can tell she is jealous of him. She makes too many insinuations to my sexual goings-on for me to believe she is not a darker person than the town thinks. Poor Sheriff Truman.

Laura
P.S. It makes me sick how every time I do something good I always end up - pardon the pun - getting fucked.

LAURA PALMER'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE NIGHT OF FEBRUARY 22nd, 1989:

6:50 PM: Had dinner. Barely ate any of it.

7:46 PM: Did a line of cocaine.

8:56 PM: Went to bed.

10:49 PM: Heard the ceiling fan turn on.

11:16 PM: ███ crawled through her bedroom window. Was assaulted by ███. Repeatedly screamed out "WHO ARE YOU?". Watched as ███'s face morphed into that of █████████. Shrieked uncontrollably.

4:30 AM: Dreamt that she was in a room with red curtains and black-and-white zigzag-patterned floors. Sitting next to her was a small man wearing a red suit. Sitting across from her was an old man wearing a black suit. The old man asked her if she was Laura Palmer. Replied, "I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back." Got up and kissed the old man. Whispered the identity of BOB into his ear.

Lunalee was voted off. She was Donna Hayward, a vanilla civilian.

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DAY SIX

EXCERPT FROM LAURA PALMER'S DIARY, AGE 17

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August 23, 1988

Dear Diary,

I feel so much better with cocaine back in my life!
I've been meaning to tell you what became of my meeting with Norma. I had been thinking about the very best way to help the elderly who find it difficult to leave the house.
I would deliver meals to the elderly people in the area who couldn't get out for a hot meal. I told her the name of the program could be Meals on Wheels.
Norma loved the idea and said she would make a few calls to people at city hall and maybe the hospital. We could find the best recipients that way, without doing much footwork. Norma agreed to provide the meals, two a day, four times a week. All profits to go fifty-fifty. I deliver them to the door, and maybe I'll regain some confidence. . . . Or am I confident? Or am I so fucked up on coke that I can't tell?
So, today, I came to pick up two meals at the diner.
I was helping Norma pull the meals from the oven when Josie Packard came in.
She and Norma had a quick talk, during which Josie became a bit upset, emotional. Norma called me over and explained that Josie was being hassled at the mill again about her English. . . . I could tell she was embarrassed by it.
I told her that I'd love to give her English lessons if she'd like.
Norma cave me a smile and a pat on the shoulder. Josie stepped forward and said, "I'd be more than happy to pay you for these services."
I shook her hand and she said that her first available day was next Monday evening . . . ? I told her that was fine. I would see her Monday.
I left the diner with the meals. I had to deliver them and get up to Johnny Horne's in forty-five minutes.
I went to Mrs. Tremond's apartment first. I left the tray at the front door along with the appropriate note, and a request for a house key of my own.
Harold Smith was my other delivery. As I think I told you, he's an interesting man. Very handsome. Apparently he was a botanist. For some reason he can't remember, he awoke one morning to find himself an agoraphobic. He believes death is just outside the door, and that late at night it calls to him from outside like a strange bird.
He invited me in but I was already late so I told him I'd have to take a rain check.
I got up to the Hornes' and they were all ready to leave. I told them to have a good time, that Johnny and I would be fine, not to worry. .
I convinced Bobby to drop some coke off for me, and Johnny and I spent the evening reading his storybooks and eating ice cream.

More later, Laura

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August 31, 1988

Dear Diary,

I just reread yesterday's entry and I suddenly feel very embarrassed about being alive. The girl who received this diary on her twelfth birthday has been dead for years, and I who took her place have done nothing but make a mockery of the dreams she once had. I'm seventeen years old, I'm a cocaine addict, a prostitute who fucks her father's employers, not to mention half the fucking town, and the only difference from last week is that now I'm getting paid for it. My life is whatever the other person in the room wants it to be.
Therefore, when I am alone, my life is nothing.
I dreamed last night that I was outside Jacques' cabin in the woods, and I was trying to find a way inside. There was no front door, only a window, identical to the one in my bedroom. I looked through the window and saw Waldo flying back and forth very, very slowly. It was as if he were moving in slow motion, but I could tell that he was panicked. He called out, "Laura, Laura," as if in warning. . . . And suddenly ███ stepped into the square of the window and grabbed Waldo in his hands. ███ turned to me smiling, and with one squeeze, crushed Waldo to death.
I backed away from the window and ran from the house as fast as I could. No matter where I turned the house was always in front of me and each time I saw ███ he was closer to climbing out of the window.
I fell to my knees. Everything went silent. I looked up and there, thirty feet in front of me, was a gigantic owl. As I look back now, I am still unsure. "Was he a friend or an enemy?"
We stood staring at each other for a long time. It felt as if he wanted to say something, but he did not.
I awoke hoping that what the Log Lady said, "Owls are sometimes big," referred to tonight and meant that something good was going to happen to me. Now that I'm working at One-Eyed Jack's I could use a good omen. I will pay attention to everything the way the Log Lady told me I should. I suspect that this will be the first of many things I will need to pay close attention to.

Laura

P.S. I think that in order to ensure my privacy I will need to start a second diary, one that if found will give the intruder "the Laura" that everyone thinks lives inside of me.
I will have to spend time filling its pages. I wonder if life is still something I can make up.

LAURA PALMER'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE DAY OF FEBRUARY 22nd, 1989:

7:36 AM: Woke up, got dressed.

8:30 AM: Quickly rushed to school.

3:25 PM: Met with Bobby Briggs, who gave her a large amount of money, and told her to put it in a safety deposit box. Giggled about him killing "Mike."

3:47 PM: Went to Twin Peaks Savings and Loan, and stored $10,000 in a safety deposit box.

4:28 PM: Walked home.

5:12 PM: Was visited by James Hurley, who asked her where she was last night, implying that it was drug-related. Refused to answer. Was asked when he could see her. Refused to answer.

5:24 PM: Went back inside her house, and was spoken to by ███ through the ceiling fan. Was told that he'd like to taste through her mouth.

5:50 PM: Sarah Palmer asked her where her blue sweater was. Pointed out that she was currently wearing it. Sarah Palmer then began to cry.

Speedchuck was killed by the Ring, which was given to him by Coliniscool. He was MIKE, an independent rabble-rouser.

Vanilla civilians now, once again, have their original win conditions.

It is now Night 6. You have 24 hours to converse in chatrooms, send in night actions, and vote for a person to be killed.

CHALLENGE TWO RESULTS

Team Roadhouse wins! The player with the most cards on that team is Nutella, who will be immune from tonight's vote.

All three members of Team Palmer House have zero kernels, which means that all of them are tied for last place. According to random.org, the team-member who will have an extra vote cast against them tonight is...Dharmahelper.

[mention]nutella[/mention]
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If you want to be in a BTSC chatroom tonight, you'd best vote before the EOD.

Long Con wrote: ↑Sun Mar 18, 2018 5:04 pm
insertnamehere wrote: ↑Sun Mar 18, 2018 3:01 pm ROUND FOUR

TEAM PALMER HOUSE WINS.

Team Roadhouse sent in an inferior 0 kernels of corn.

Whoever wins the next round will win the challenge.

ROUND FIVE begins now and ends at 8:00 PM CST, which is also the EOD, so please remember to vote in the location poll.
Long Con will bid ten kernels, please!

You must PM me to play kernels.

ROUND FOUR

TEAM PALMER HOUSE WINS.

Team Roadhouse sent in an inferior 0 kernels of corn.

Whoever wins the next round will win the challenge.

ROUND FIVE begins now and ends at 8:00 PM CST, which is also the EOD, so please remember to vote in the location poll.

Enrique wrote: ↑Sun Mar 18, 2018 12:51 am INH remind me what happens if everyone in the winning team uses up their kernels?

The winner will be decided randomly.

ROUND THREE

TEAM ROADHOUSE WINS.

Team Palmer House sent in an inferior 2 kernels of corn.

If Team Roadhouse wins one more challenge, then the member of their team with the most kernels will win Immunity, and the member of Team Palmer House with the least kernels will have an extra vote cast against them.

ROUND FOUR begins now and ends at 2:00 PM CST tomorrow.

ROUND TWO

TEAM PALMER HOUSE WINS.

Team Roadhouse sent in an inferior 7 kernels of corn.

ROUND THREE begins now and ends at 11:00 PM CST.

NOTE: You can submit kernels for future rounds in advance, if you know you will not be around.

ROUND ONE

Both teams submitted two kernels of corn. In the event of a tie, the winner is decided randomly.

According to random.org, TEAM ROADHOUSE wins Round One.

ROUND TWO begins now and ends at 4:00 PM CST.

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