Mafia in Space!

Game Thread
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A ship hurtles thru space, moving onward to its varied and many destinations. The people for the most part are tourists, a scattered few part of the ship’s crew. However, what neither the crew nor the normal tourists know is that the tourist ship is infested with mafia, who are interested only in a certain piece of paper holding a design for a world ravaging weapon, hidden amongst the cargo decks. Soon, the mafia infiltration would become obvious to everybody.

The Earth government had plans of a weapon with enough potential to ravage even the toughest lands. Soon, the Neptunian people had gained knowledge of it too. The Earth Government knew that this weapon was too powerful for the enemy to gain, so they formulated a plan to get it safely across the galaxy to the distant planet Eridos, where it could be assembled at a place with the resources needed, which weren’t available on earth.

The Government leaked fabricated news that told of the weapon designs being near the Andromeda Quadrant. The Neptunian army would then focus their attention on that fleet in that quadrant, ignoring the real design carrier, a Tourist Cruise ship. If they were to gain this weapon, it would alter the balance of the war completely, the Humans would no longer be on equal footing.

The Mafia on Earth soon caught wind of the Government’s Plan, and devised a plan of their own. They would capture some Neptunian POWs as leverage to make sure that they wouldn’t be blasted out of the sky after the plans were delivered, hijack the ship, take the weapon designs, make mock-ups and alter it to the point where it would be useless, but still look real, and collect the millions of credits promised to them.

Unknown to even the Mafia, the Tourists and the Crew, in the shadows lays an assassin sent by the Neptunians to recover the plans without paying a cent to the Mafia.
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Lynch Votes go here. Names are only allowed to be put in bold to indicate lynch vote. Also, in character (back stories, Comments, etc.) go here.

For the most part, everybody with special abilities will pretend to be townspeople. Some people, such as Mafia, might pretend to be the Police or other Non-Mafia Roles. It is best not to trust anybody, and go with what evidence is available. **Do not answer any questions about your role outside of this thread in any way. **. The only time someone could ask is if it was I.

If you have any concerns/questions regarding anything non-ability (IE if you are a Baker, don’t ask me what the food means), game stuff, ask here.

If you are killed, you will be emailed and told to post a death scene. Try to make it fit the general theme (space, sci-fi), but it is ok if it is not directly related. Just no “XY turns into a chicken and is grounded up for supper” type ones.

All roles are standard ones, with the exception of the double, who is controlled by Mafia. The double replaces a player for a day, voting for them. The poster will only be able to vote for that one person chosen by Mafia. If the person dies the day of that lynching, or is killed by any one during the night, the first player and the double die. While the person is under control, they cannot indicate any thing is amiss.

It is nighttime, Mafia People/Special Action people, send me your votes/decisions. With the exception of one player, all the Mafia/Special Action people should have gotten an email.

If you did not receive an email, you are most likely Townsperson. Send me an email to me to say you didn’t get a email for any roles. It will make it easier to keep track.

Thank you all, and enjoy the game!

Email: sc_rush1@hotmail.com

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It begins!

I deserve this vacation. My job is too stressful and so is my family-its good to be alone for once.

rescuing thread from the oblivion of the second page

Man, this is a nice spaceship! I tell you what, this is the very first time I’ve been on one of these here space-faring vessels. Is this stuff real velvet? Oh! I sorta… tore it there… I’ll just tuck it under the seat like so…

So where’s everyone else headed to? I’m shootin’ for the lovely moons of Jupiter! It’s a four-month tour, once you get there. A month each on Io, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa. They say they’re real pretty. I just hope I can get used to having that big orange Jupiter hanging over my head every minute.

How about y’all, where are you going?

A three hour tour, a three hour tour… Oh sorry… got distracted there for a minute. I’m hoping to sample the moons of Saturn, perhaps set up a colony on one of them one day. What can I say, I’m an isolationist.
-Lil

Night Action deadline is 2 hours exactly after whenever this post appears in your timezone(The time would be 6 PM for me).

Also, if anybody dies, the time after that will be the time to post death scenes.

Well, it’s a really nice nght. Hard to tell when it’s night in space of course, since the stars are always there. Once I get to Callisto I can settle down with the other colonists and start a new life.

Anyway, I’d better get some sleep.

The ice had melted in Nvme77 glass. There was sweat on the side that had streaked the ancient handblown design with silhouettes of daggers. There was no wind, but if there had been the skirts of Nvme77 gown would have swirled around her legs, instead of hanging limply, like drapes. The dressing room was lit with low glowing lights and a furry pet of some sort whimpered lowly under the dressing table mantle. A bright tone sounded a visitor at the door of her cabin and the drawn out tone was interrupted by another attempt at summoning the guest. No answer. Now a furtive knock and muffled “Madame?” at the door.

Nvme hung by the sash of her velvet robe above a glass table where her murderer had sat only earlier that evening with her. But the dead cannot signal the guilty, they can only sway in a dance of warning to the others left alive.

d_redguy was bolted upright in bed, slamming his forehead on the low bulkhead in his sleeping chambers.

“geh,” he moaned, “Bastards. If The Universe is going to send me out to do a story on Eridian culture, they could at least pay for a business-class room. God I hate space.”

Slowly, as the throbbing subsided, he became aware of the source of his rude awakening. The in-ship alarm was bleating like a stuck jhonka.

BREEET! BREEET! BREEET! BREEET!

“Awww, what the fu…”

“ATTENTION. ATTENTION. THIS IS A SHIP EMERGENCY. ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE 9 BEHIND LOUNGE. REPEAT. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE 9 BEHIND LOUNGE.”

Heh. Great. Just what he needed. A damn emergency. What in Og’s name could be wrong? Visions of hull breeches and asteriods ripping through the thin layer of metal that separated him from the absolute nothingness swirled around his head. Maybe it was an attack!! Those damn Neptunians would attack a lone tourist ship. It was just like them. Bloody savages. Or who knows, maybe it was one of those flakking Ktholos monsters, deciding that we’d make a nice tasty meal… <shudder> All those tenticles…

d_redguy knew all about the terrible secrets of space. He read the 'nets. Just because they weren’t reported in the rag that he worked for didn’t mean that these things didn’t happen. They did. He knew it. Here to protect us, his ass!

He zipped up his jumpsuit and took the one step required to get to the door of his room.

“God I hate space.”

The alarm went unanswered in Hugh Jass’ room, for what use do the dead have for the affairs of the living?

Indeed, Hugh Jass is dead. Once a simple teacher from Texas, now a mass of quickly rotting flesh laying in a steel hulk floating through space.

What was he like? No one seems to know. Family? Who knows? Before his gruesome end, Hugh attempted one final message to the world that lay beyond his death. Written in his own blood as the life ebbed from him, one word, on the wall of his room; “Mafia.”

Night One Results

Living-
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XWalrus2
Mirror Image egamI rorriM
aaaaaarrgg
percypercy
d_redguy
Sir Dirx
MannyL
Topaz
Heller Highwater
poiema
Ryle Dup
Jonmarzie
Mikie
Werebear
Thizzlewit
shadyforce
Lisa-go-Blind
Super Gnat
Ferg
SaberKitty
Mr. Kami
Dutchboy208
Spurious George
Mr2001
Kantaloopi
Toaster
Aesiron
Ronincyberpunk
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The Dead-
Huge Jass, Tourist. Killed by Mafia.
Nvme77, Touritst. Killed by the Bounty Hunter.

It is now Day One. I need your lynch votes. Most lynch votes on this day are random, because no evidence has been found yet.

Um, just because this wasn’t entirely clear for me - do we post our lynch votes on this thread or e-mail them at you?

Sitting the ship’s bar Ronin is already half drunk as he leans over the bar getting the droids attention as he decides to refill his own glass from the dispenser.

Talking to no one in particular he says in a slurred manner, “Yeah - I don’t want no steenkin reporters on the ship. I say lynch d_redguy.”

As he says that the cup falls from his fingers and he lands with his face on the counter, already drooling as he passes out.

Though ronin thought that he was talking to no one in particular, he certainly said it quite loud enough to be heard.

“Feh. When come back, bring Romulan Ale.” d_redguy muttered, “Look, I don’t know who did this. In fact, I’m kinda reluctant to stick my neck out here. Ain’t really none o’ my business whatsoever. You wanna lynch me? Fine. Take your shot. Just gonna save me from the chupacabras when they come and rip you all apart. Have you seen what those crazy little nutters do to cows back home? Please, hanging isn’t scary. That,” d_redguy exclaimed, pointing out the expansive window of 9 Behind, “is scary.”

“But if all you people need me to vote for someone with no damn evidence, I’m not going to make it easy on you. I’m starting at the beginning of the alphabet. I’m just going to go on down the line until someone gives me some evidence of who is behind this. And no, I’m not suicidal, so I’m skipping myself. So, sorry aaaaaarrgg, but you get my vote. It isn’t personal.”

Apparently you post the votes in this thread. Hmm.

Kantalooppi was suffering from an obvious nervous breakdown. The prospect of death was clearly too much for him - he had developed a tick and had his head darting to and fro. What was that shadow in the corner? Why did that man make that sudden movement? All Kantalooppi wanted was to protect himself any way he could, and so, when he heard a slurred voice muttering at the bar, he latched to it.

“Yes,” he said. “I believe we should lynch d_redguy, too”.

Oh my Lord, did you hear? Two of the passengers have been murdered. They say it was the Mafia, but I think it was secret space aliens. They sort of… get into your mind… unless you protect it by using one of these nifty tinfoil hats I whipped up. I figure, one of the people on this ship is an evil space alien in disguise. So if we lynch that one, we’ll all be free from its evil influences.

And who is this alien we should kill? I’m thinkin’ that it’s d_redguy. Consider the evidence. Drunk people pick up the signals more easily, so that ronin fella must’ve learned the alien’s secret name. Also, d_redguy looks sorta like “dredguy”, and adding an “a” in there would make him “dreadguy”. And lastly, we have no proof that he’s human. So that’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.

Stirs from his alcohol induced stupor as the droid lifts his head to clean the counter underneath. As the bot drops his head he gives a drunken groan before passing out again.

Thizzlewit isn’t drinking today, but he’s interested in information, and the ship’s bar seems to be the best place to hear the juicy details about last night’s killings, and the speculation as to the identify of the killers. He hasn’t moved or spoken all morning, save occasionally taking a sip of lemonade.

"d_redguy, the passengers here are not likely to go easy on anyone whom they suspect was connected with the murders last night. Don’t be so quick to assume that you’d be hanged… they may very well shove you out the airlock instead.

"As much as I detest the idea of killing a fellow passenger, let’s think about this rationally. There are twenty-eight of us still alive on this ship. We know there were at least two murderers, possibly three, involved in the killing last night. Of those two or three, one is a bounty hunter; he is not our enemy. That leaves us with one, or perhaps two, enemies, mixed in with a crowd of more than twenty-five innocents.

"Thus, our chances of killing the murderer by randomly lynching a passenger today are probably either one in fourteen or one in twenty-eight. The odds aren’t good, my friends; we must proceed with caution. There is strength in numbers, and every innocent we kill reduces those numbers.

"That said, there is a problem with my reasoning: if we passengers kill a fellow passenger, there is a chance that we may be killing the murderer. If we let the murderer do all the killing, we can be sure he’ll never kill himself, and eventually we’ll all be dead. So, sadly, our only hope lies in taking the gamble. We must kill someone, today. We must act without evidence, without consideration, without remorse. In order for any of us to live, some of us must die.

“Please don’t take this personally, d_redguy, but it looks like a murderous mob may be coming to your room this afternoon. If that happens, I’ll be a part of the mob. If the same mob comes to my room tomorrow, I will have no regrets. I would have died either way; at least I kept my hope of life alive a little longer, and because of my death, some may survive.”


Vote: d_redguy. We have absolutely no evidence to go by at this point in the game, but I guess you have to start somewhere. Sorry, d_redguy :frowning:

Aslan: We can unvote/revote during the day, as long as one player never gets the majority required for lynching, right?

Having woken up to empty his bladder he sits up and whipes the drool from his cheek and looks around groggily, “Eh - feck it.” He gets up and waddles his way to the men’s room.

Squinting in the germ killing bright light he mutters “feck” repeatedly and comes back out rubbing his eyes and massaging his neck trying to avoid the head ache which always follows a trip to the men’s room.

Sitting back at the bar he orders a glass of water and some pain killer. Washing the pills down he looks around and shrugs, he felt semi-guilty for leading the way against a newspaper guy but as they voiced earlier they were determined to lynch someone and he was making sure it wasn’t him.