Stanley Parable Mafia {CYCLE SIX; DAY ONE}

#251

Euchre /ˈjuːkər/ or eucre is a trick-taking card game most commonly played with four people in two partnerships with a deck of 24, or sometimes 32, standard playing cards. It is the game responsible for introducing the joker into modern packs; this was invented around 1860 to act as a top trump or best bower (from the German word Bauer, "farmer", denoting also the jack).[1] It is believed to be closely related to the French game Écarté that was popularized in the United States by the Cornish and Pennsylvania Dutch,[2] and to the seventeenth-century game of bad repute Loo. It may be sometimes referred to as Knock Euchre to distinguish it from Bid Euchre.

#252

Mongoose wrote:For the record, if anyone thought Logan and I were trading votes -- well, we are not.

He voted for me because I mentioned he was bad several days ago. Because he was bad several days ago. He is bad several days later. I implore you to make the right choice.

Stop the spitting. Vote for Llama.

If I were bad, I would have some idea of what's going on. I don't, so I'm not.

#253

Do you think this is some kind of game?!

#254

THELLAMA73

#255

Turnip Head wrote:THELLAMA73

Why thank you, darling.

#256

Hey.

Stop it.

#257

Now to see how AP and MR will vote.

#258

Ugh, voting last is always so stressful.

I'm down with the llama, I guess.

#259

u weren't last sislslyh
me no need to vote cuz it won't change anything

#260

Has anyione else notrhiced that the ttle of the thread is wrogn, q.m.

#261

Vompatti wrote:Has anyone else noticed that the title of the thread is wrong?

I keep correcting it manually in my posts because it was driving me nuts.

#262

Mongoose wrote:
Vompatti wrote:Has anyone else noticed that the title of the thread is wrong?
I keep correcting it manually in my posts because it was driving me nuts.

<3£1 :34

#263

Like a Thief in the Day

On the surface of New York City, Player Three heard a shout coming from an alleyway.

“Get away from me!”

On investigating, Player Three found a pair of homeless people in a scuffle. The woman involved, her whiskers soaked with cheap scotch, kept pulling the hair of the man, who winced in pain but would not relinquish his cash.

Player Three burned the woman and she ran out of the alley.

But the old man had had burns from an injury earlier that day, and his money was scattered on the pavement around him.

“Thank you,” he huffed.

When everyone else saw this, they assumed the worst.

“Crippling an old man for fourteen dollars!”

“You are evil!”

Player Three has been destroyed. He was Innocent.

#264

Oh no no no no no, this is far more straight-forward than I had in mind. I'm looking for something more mysterious and non-linear.
Something that makes you feel utterly irrelevant. This won't do at all, one out of five. Even the attractive woman in the green hoodie couldn't save this one. Okay, new game.

#265

Life fades out, and I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this. There's a knock on the door, and just for a second, I thought I remembered you.

A poem as lovely as a tree:

As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.
The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream.
The dream of suffering and pain.
Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain.
A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.
Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.

It is now Night 3, you have 24 hours to PM me your night actions.

#266

Hahahahahahahahahahaha, yes! I don't even know what this game is, but I love it!
You, confused, alone, and in some house with a horse, listening to me talk, oh, it's inspired! I couldn't have done it any better myself.
What is this game even supposed to be? I can't figure it out.

#267

Wow, what a cryptic narrative. It's seemingly unrelated vignettes that eventually connect in various ways. It's almost like it's M___________ D_____.

#268

i dunno what that is

#269

A Person wrote:i dunno what that is

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166924/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

#270

Mongoose wrote:
A Person wrote:i dunno what that is
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166924/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

i know 0 things about it though
i also know 0 things about this game so maybe ur onto something

#271

This game is crazy! Why can't someone else join me in the deadies already?

#272

Didn't Llama die? That's how I interpreted the host/mod post(s).

#273

Metalmarsh89 wrote:This game is crazy! Why can't someone else join me in the deadies already?

Zombie bar?

#274

Mongoose wrote:Didn't Llama die? That's how I interpreted the host/mod post(s).

yup, he dead

#275

Mongoose wrote:
A Person wrote:i dunno what that is
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166924/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

silencio

#276

I get the feeling that we are being fucked with.

#277

Turnip Head wrote:I get the feeling that we are being fucked with.

By me or the mafia?

#278

I mainly meant you. But I guess it could be both. :P

Does this game even have a mafia? Does anyone even have "night actions"?

#279

I'm pretty sure llama wasn't as innocent as the post indicates. I'm not positive, but I think he and Vomps were up to no good. (Not positive about Vomps, but pretty dang positive about Llama).

#280

thellama73 wrote:
Metalmarsh89 wrote:This game is crazy! Why can't someone else join me in the deadies already?
Zombie bar?

I think we need one. I got the right color this time too.

**http://www.last.fm/user/nutella23** · #281

idk what's going on and I should probably watch that movie at some point

**http://www.last.fm/user/nutella23** · #282

actually INH I just want to take a moment to say I really appreciate the crazy shit you do, I love absurd stuff like this and what you do is just so cool in so many ways aaaaa just keep being cool inh

#283

If I die tonight you know who's responsible.

#284

#285

adofkmadsf

#286

Vompatti wrote:If I die tonight you know who's responsible.

I'm not killing you, sausage.

#287

Mongoose wrote:
Vompatti wrote:If I die tonight you know who's responsible.
I'm not killing you, sausage.

You should, I deserve it.

#288

i'd not mind his sau-no nvm

#289

Vompatti wrote:
Mongoose wrote:
Vompatti wrote:If I die tonight you know who's responsible.
I'm not killing you, sausage.
You should, I deserve it.

Is this an admission of guilt? Feeling a little off-kilter without your big strong llama navigating through the diabolical terrain of INH's latest mind humper?

If you are not bad, feel free to make a case for it; I'll give you a fair shake.

#290

Mongoose wrote: INH's latest mind humper?

I'm totally using that next game.

#291

Mongoose wrote:
Vompatti wrote:
Mongoose wrote:
Vompatti wrote:If I die tonight you know who's responsible.
I'm not killing you, sausage.
You should, I deserve it.
Is this an admission of guilt? Feeling a little off-kilter without your big strong llama navigating through the diabolical terrain of INH's latest mind humper?

If you are not bad, feel free to make a case for it; I'll give you a fair shake.

I've done some bad things in the past butt I'm a different person now.

#292

I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEIZE IT
I CLENCH MY FISTS AND BEAT IT
I LIGHT MY TORCH AND BURN IT
I AM THE BEAST I WORSHIP

#293

[center]

Paul is dead.[/center]

"Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce
themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas
speak so strangely.

"All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas
are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the
form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of
a dream."

FADE IN:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

COOPER, in bed, adjusts his pillow and turns off the light.

CUT TO:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

We see COOPER asleep in bed, sleeping fitfully. With a flash of light and a thunderous like sound we see ...

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. WAITING ROOM

We see a large, windowless, well-lit, sparsely furnished, red-draped room with a table and three easy chairs. DALE COOPER, twenty-five years older, sits in one of the chairs. A LITTLE MAN, three and a half feet tall, in a red suit, stands with his back to COOPER, shaking violently.

A muffled voice repeatedly says 'Laura', a buzzing of electricity is heard along with the sound of a ceiling fan circulating as we briefly see ...

CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

In slow motion, SARAH runs down the staircase. We can see that the ceiling fan is circulating.

CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

We view the man from SARAH'S vision crouched at the foot of LAURA'S bed behind the bedpost staring up at us.

CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

In slow motion, we finish watching SARAH run down the stairs with the ceiling fan circulating above her.

CUT TO:

INT. ABANDONED TRAINCAR - DAY

We view a bloody towel laying on top of a cabinet lit by a flashlight in the dark interior.

CUT TO:

INT. CALHOUN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - DAY

We view LAURA'S face on the examining table in the morgue.

FADE OUT:

With the sound of electricity the screen FLASHES white and black.

FADE IN:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

COOPER sleeps unrestly in bed, tossing and turning, with his room lit from an unknown source. He continues to dream and we switch between views of COOPER tossing and turning and of his dream ...

MORPH TO:

In a dimly lit room, a man, seen before walking through the hospital, with one arm speaks.

ONE-ARMED MAN
Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds ... fire ... walk with me. ... We lived among the people. I think you say, convenience store. We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. I too have been touched by the devilish one. Tattoo on the left shoulder ... oh, but when I saw the face of god, I was changed. I took the entire arm off. My name is Mike. His name is Bob.

MORPH TO:

In a basement we see the man from SARAH'S vision, BOB, a frightening long-haired man, stands beside machinery in a dark room. He looks toward the ceiling as he speaks.

BOB
Mike? Mike, can you hear me?

BOB, in the same surroundings, has one hand on his chest and the other pointing at us as he speaks.

BOB
Catch you with my death bag. You make think I've gone insane ... but I promise, I will kill again.

MORPH TO:

We view a mound of dirt surrounded by twelve lit candles. Suddenly they are blown out.

MORPH TO:

We return to viewing COOPER tossing and turning in his bed and return to the first portion of the dream ...

MORPH TO:

INT. WAITING ROOM

We see a large, windowless, well-lit, sparsely furnished, red-draped room with a table and three easy chairs. DALE COOPER, twenty-five years older, sits in one of the chairs. Next to it is a coffee table with a model of Saturn. A LITTLE MAN, three and a half feet tall, in a red suit, stands with his back to COOPER, shaking violently. Two of the easy chairs are close together. Beside them are two tall Saturn lamps. A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN who looks exactly like LAURA PALMER sits across from COOPER in one of those chairs.

COPPER stares at the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN and she stares back at him. He turns to look at the LITTLE MAN. The LITTLE MAN stops shaking, turns to COOPER and claps his hands once.

LITTLE MAN
Let's rock!

The LITTLE MAN moves over and sits in a chair beside the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. The LITTLE MAN closes his eyes and rubs his hands slowly together, a ringing sound is produced.

SOUND EFFECT: SPIRIT PRESENCE RINGING 20K

COOPER looks at the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, who is still staring at him and smiles enigmatically. She slowly puts a finger to the side of her nose and then slowly lowers her hand, almost pointing at him as it drops. As the LITTLE MAN rubs his hands, a shadow of a bird passes in the background behind the red drapes.

Both the LITTLE MAN'S and the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S speech is oddly stilted but COOPER'S speech is normal. We see subtitles under them, with the correct words. The LITTLE MAN stops rubbing his hands, opens his eyes, turns to COOPER and says ...

LITTLE MAN
I've got good news! That gum you like is going to ... come back in style.

COOPER sits quietly listening to him and turns to the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. The LITTLE MAN turns to look at the WOMAN and then back to COOPER.

LITTLE MAN
She's my cousin, ... but doesn't she look ... almost exactly like Laura Palmer?

COOPER
But it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
I feel like I know her, (distressed) but sometimes my arms bend back.

LITTLE MAN
She's filled with secrets. Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song ... and there's always music in the air.

TUNE: DANCE OF THE DREAM MAN

Strange saxophone music filters into the air. The LITTLE MAN hops off the chair and begins to dance a strange dance. A light, like a strobelight, flashes on and off. The BEAUTIFUL WOMAN rises, goes over, and gently kisses COOPER on the mouth. She then softly whispers something in his ear.

Turnip Head is dead. It is now Da-FIRE WALK WITH ME!

#294

No, actually, you know what? I think that's plenty.
I really don't care much to see you stumble through any more of these games, and I highly doubt you're any wiser for the experience, which is why rather than continue to waste my time I'm just going to leave you here.
You can pretend you've won the game if it makes it any richer for you, but as for me I've had enough.
So, why don't you get cozy in this room and if you have any grand revolutionary ideas for the perfect game of mafia, you can just sit there and let it ball up inside you for all eternity.
I don't need your advice. I don't need your ratings, and I certainly don't need the validation of a man whose job is to push buttons.
I think I'll just go about my business making meaningful cultural contributions to the world, and perhaps every now and then I'll think back to a man named Stanley who was objectively wrong in every decision he ever made. The thought won't last long.
Goodbye, Stanley. Good luck with your work, and I sincerely hope that everyone lives happily ever after.

#295

I wonder what he found.
If what he wanted was to be the winner of his own game, well, perhaps he's gotten it. Down in... wherever he is right now.
I wonder if he's happy with his choice, and if he's learned the heavy cost that comes with it.
He'll understand soon what I was trying to tell him. He needs me. Someone who will wrap everything up at the end, to make sense out of the chaos and the fear and the confusion.
That's who I am. That is what I mean to this world.
Oh yes. Yes, I'll be back, there's no other way. Once this ends, after it all comes to a close, then I'll be back.

The end will be here soon. Very soon.

I can wait.

T H E . E N D

#296

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee 427. Employee 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Stanley was happy.

And then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say "Hi". Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room, perhaps he had simply missed a memo.

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.
You have up to 24 hours to make a decision, but I will end the poll when a majority is reached.

Good luck.

#297

A Person wrote: I CLENCH MY FISTS AND BEAT IT

Gross...

#298

Mister Rearranger wrote:
A Person wrote: I CLENCH MY FISTS AND BEAT IT
Gross...

#299

This game has been so fun and original. And a mind hump.

Let's go Left.

**http://www.last.fm/user/nutella23** · #300

oh god that twin peaks scene

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