Christmas Mafia Game thread: Game over, townies win!

[KradDrol]

[The Great Crep'er]

Again, sorry about the MNOWAX faltering, cannot apologize enough for that.
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[jadesmar]

Oh, no problem, I just would like to hear why 2 days after MNOWAX was replaced, UM was still confused about whether or not MNOWAX was a cop or a doctor.

Especially given that UM claims that he replaced the cop.

I'm pretty sure that if I replaced someone, and received their investigation results, 2 days later, I'd be pretty sure of what role they had.

I'm pretty ready to vote.

UM, I'll give you one more post to attempt to redeem yourself. Please include investigation results and clarification for your confusion on Feb. 5.

Thanks.

[The Great Crep'er]

[raekuul]

Die Mafia, Die!

[The Great Crep'er]

Vote Count for this page:
Undercover Monk:1 (KradDrol)
KradDrol:1 (Undercover Monk)

Yet to vote: jadesmar
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[The Great Crep'er]

Bah, deadline, it's already St. Patrick's day, a lot further from Christmas.

Get your vote in by,

Final Deadline: March 24th, 2008, 10:00 PM EST

Or the aftermath will unfold...somehow.
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[jadesmar]

I think it's clear that we are waiting for Undercover Monk to post/compose/invent his response and fabricate some investigation results.

So, I'm not convinced that the deadline was called for.

[The Great Crep'er]

[jadesmar]

People actually say Chillax, do they.

[jadesmar]

I don't think he's coming back.

I'll vote on Friday.

[Undercover Monk]

Sorry I took so long guys but Im on Spring Break and my home computer wasn't working. Its fixed now so I can answer those burning questions that you been waiting for....The suspence is killing me....

[KradDrol]

Keep in mind that TDP was lynched by only two people. Macros and myself. There is no reason where I would kill my own scum partner just because she has a vote on her. The reason then, obviously, is that I had information given to me that implicated her as scum.

Also note my subsequent reply to raekuul the next day, when after he voted for me, I was asking him specifically *where* in the thread my posting style changed. You clearly see a difference between how I was acting prior to the modkill and after. I was hoping raekuul would see that.

[Undercover Monk]

Are you kidding thats classic and well played strategy. To kill off your own teammate especially in that situation was pure genious. Besides it could have been an accident who knew that the game would suddenly stall and we would have a two vote lynch.

Either way you voting for tdp does not make you innocent just like me voting to lynch does not make me scum. Im dissapointed that has been your first bad argument and hopefully its your last.
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1. never get involved in a land war in Asia
2.Never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line
3. Never release Peyton Manning

[The Great Crep'er]

To the missing, (Quailman earlier in the game*, Undercover Monk somewhat recently) humblest of apoligies if I seemed somewhat pushy in the prodding, didn't realize your reasons of being busy.

*recieved a PM recently explaining absence

[jadesmar]

[The Great Crep'er]

The final day has come to an end, story to come soon.

[The Great Crep'er]

CHRISTMAS MAFIA, DAY 5:

The sun was going down very quickly during the day, there were so few minutes of daylight left that the mafia man could easily be left standing and celebrate christmas all on their own. Yukon was tying up the noose with care, which sort of smelled like holly, as Frosty was almost melting, and sweating, that darn global warming was making a mess of him. (Al Gore being right, who knew?)

Pacing around the lynching pole, the remaining three were ready to make their final arguments, and with a stern look in each other's eyes, they all prepared to vote and lynch and see if the night would bring them joyous christmas thyme, er- time, or death...by mafia that is!

"You made one baaaaad desicion buster! I see through you Mr. Cornelius! Don't you play games with me! I have the Clue to your Monopoly on our lives!!!! Er- Apples to Apples!!!" said Frosty
"Will you stop talking in italics," said John "Bold is so much better."

Yukon was convinced that Frosty had been conspiring in the snow, it was at first a joyous little game of rolling up snow with Cindy Lou Who (who was painfully getting frostbite among the conspiring). But it turned into meetings in the night, and coming to kill off fellow brothers of christmas theme and harmony. However Frosty, as even a small plastic spork with radioactive powers including one to think, which had graduated harvard with a major in crime deduction and such, playing mafia on the computer so much with fellow GLers picking up so many mafia strategies and thus knowing the enemy...*pant* could guess, was suspicious of Yukon Cornelius, the deadly mafia miner.

With the two whose votes cancelled each other out, it was all on John, it was his duty to determine the victor of the game, after many days, and many nights, this desicion could not be made in haste. John looked at both the two among himself, Yukon and Frosty caught in almost a deadly stare, Frosty averted his gaze for a while, set it back, and began a battle of mudslinging,

"Yukon, yukon, yukon...how can we trust you? With so many faults you could easily be mafia, just looking at the facts it's almost a no-brainer. It would be a political quagmire on the very face of society, among all us well-rounded human beings-"
"It's only you and John!" retorted Yukon
"Yes, yes, but you see, not to be so acerbic towards your state of matter, but when you really cogitate over the very votings of the lynch which ultimately control whether this pleasant suburb remains serene and filled with trusted individuals-"
"Get to the point Mr. Freud!"
"How can we trust you when you...HAVE A HAIR GROWING OUT OF YOUR EAR!"
"Oh yeah?? Well your mother has a slight weight problem above average!"
"It doesn't compare to you, you make armpit fart noises during town meetings!"
"So?"
"So it isn't polite!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" said John McClane "I can't think under all this pressure!"
"Oh, sorry..."
"Yeah man, just go ahead, you think about it."
"Thank you...now...should I have Chinese for lunch or Italian?" said John
"Get to the vote!" Frosty and Yukon yelled in unison.

After pacing for a minute or two, putting a pipe in his own mouth to look more intelligent like a young Sigmund Freud, and doing a push-up or two to stay fit. John approached the voting booth, and...put in a vote for...Yukon Cornelius, a dear friend of Rudolph's and a miner of the snow.

"Well," said Yukon "hopefully in time you will learn to regret this."
"I apologize you big old teddy-bear of a miner you...but I can no longer trust you." John said dramatically

The three walked down to the lynching station, wrapped the noose around Yukon Cornelius's neck, and in a few seconds the sun was about to go down. Before he was hanged, he quickly emitted the words "Down with Frosty's cruel TYRANNY!!!" and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and soon he was dead, a small slip of paper in his shirt pocket told whether he was mafia or not. Frosty, with his quickly melting hands, took it out of his pocket, and began to read what position it foretold.

"Turns out he was...the cop, and I'm the mafia, die, John, die!!!!!"
"OH NO! WAIT! GOD! I'VE CHANGED MY MIND, RESSURECT YUKON, RESSURECT!" screamed Mr. McClane.
"Sheesh, calm down, I was cop, we killed Undercover Monk, the mafia man."
"Oh...o.k., then merry christmas man."
Taking out a glass of eggnog, Frosty said at the stroke of midnight, "Merry Christmas."
"Aw crap, I had a present for MNOWAX, I knitted him a sweater! Darn!"
"Don't worry," said Frosty jokingly "He'll have it...in spirit!"
"Ghosts can't wear sweaters."
"Oh, ya think?"

Under the falling snow, the last townie standing and the relieved cop clinked their glasses, drank their eggnog, and were in for a shocker when a deadly easter bunny with egg bombs was hiding in a nearby bush.

The..................End????
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Congrats to jadesmar and KradDrol, you made it to the final day, and were able to eliminate all threats of mafia!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a gooooood night

[The Great Crep'er]

So, any comments, any questions?? Discuss, discuss.

Also, running a 'Culinary Mafia' in the near future in the hopes that I can fix all the mistakes I ever make, but also just one last big blowout besides 'Crep'er vs, THE RODENTS' seeing as how I'll be leaving the forums after both two are hopefully finished.

Just for a little bit of time though, don't worry, TGC shall return.
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[Macros]

2 townies win?
i think we need a title reconfiguration to townies win, I called it all!
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[The Great Crep'er]

[thedragon'sprincess]

wow great game everyone! I have to say I definately anjoyed my first experience being mafia- is it sad that I like it better than being town? haha. Great modding too crep- yea there were mistakes but what mod doesnt make mistakes?

[Undercover Monk]

Good game to all!
For those who wish to know my end-game strategy here it is...
I figured out that Krad was the cop on day 4 but couldn't kill him because he had fingered me so the only possible way to win was to get rid of the confirmed innocent and leave the unclaimed cop. I almost got away with it too.

Oh and to Jadesmar that is how I would have played it if I had been given sheriff. If tdp hadn't been killed as a fluke I think we would have one.

Oh and why is Johnn McClane in Christmas Mafia.
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The Classic Blunders:
1. never get involved in a land war in Asia
2.Never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line
3. Never release Peyton Manning

[Undercover Monk]

To Crep the stories were amusing, but make sure you don't give away info. The fun of mafia is trying to make an informed decision with very limited information.

I rate this game a 6 out of 10. 7 considering it was your first modding expierience.
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The Classic Blunders:
1. never get involved in a land war in Asia
2.Never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line
3. Never release Peyton Manning

[KradDrol]

Yeah, I figured it had to be obvious by Day 4. Which is why I went ahead and cleared raekuul, so that if you lynched me, we had a confirmed townie to make the decision. It was a real stroke of luck that macros managed to vote TDP first, gave me a bit of a buffer.

Grats town!

[jadesmar]

[Macros]

John McClane is mister christmas. way to go jade, stick to gruber!, er I mean the easter bunny.

Kradrol, there was no stroke of luck involved in my voting TDP, I'm just that good
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[jadesmar]

[MNOWAX]

i would have loved to play this game....
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[The Great Crep'er]