"I do declare that that is the best smellin' thing my nose did ever detect, I'd be a fool to say no."
*scritch scritch scritch*
The man graciously accepts the woman's irresistible morsel, a delectable dish of flaming cheese, served on to_______________...
"Bah! Damn this pen!"
"Good sir, why don't you borrow mine?"
*passes a gilded fountain pen*
Tina's ready to fix some shoes.
Our lovely and gracious GM is having technical issues at the moment.
A laugh, a smile, a fond hello to old friends and new... "Jin" wanders into the group.
Count me in!
(Will have to update Jin's story, but it will be fun to play again... it's been awhile)
Huzzah!
Yep, it was lovely to have a little break. And we have some new members and should be fun.
The old relic meanders into the square, the tattered stiff collar of his faded military coat brushing against the greasy bristles of his gray beard. Lines of experience etch his face, along with a few scars from narrowly adverted fates. The clink of glasses and the scent of flaming toast draws his attention. "Mint Julips and flaming cheese, before sundown, and in troubled times like these? A tragedy! These soft youngsters don't know what we struggled through, when I was there age I'd hike through the desert with naught but a bag of hot peppers to eat. And they were delicious! Better than any flaming cheese on toast I'd wager, though if you'd like me to compare I would be glad to assist."
"Reet, so I'm t' young firebrand who makes rash decisions and spends all his brass." Dan tries to work everything out. "What's this about Welsh rarebit? Not bad with some pickles."
He sups more at his pint trying to work out what's going on.
Thanks goes to DSX for informing me of this. :) I don't know how many you did after I dropped off, but I'm happy to come back.
Clarence traverses the town square on his way to the pub, nodding politely at those he passes. There's a fresh welt on his thumb that looks like it was caused by a shoeing hammer.
"Barkeep, get this gentleman a mint julep. And refill while your at it." Thadius shakes his cup irreverently.
"'f I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, Thadius... that 'julep' you love so much is a woman's drink. Patty," he says, addressing the bartender, "I'll have me regular."
(This is the first I've run since the Deathmatch. I don't think anyone had run one in awhile. I would like to start this on Tuesday or Wednesdays, any opinions, thoughts or objections?)
Either is fine for me.
Ditto.
Sounds good.
Starting Mid week sounds good (no preference for day).
Some questions:
When are you thinking of calling the end of the week? Will that first week run a bit longer to get everyone a feel for things (I know in the past the first "week" has run a bit longer and sometimes the last few "weeks" have run shorter)
(Oh, and did I hear we are playing in the 1920's range? any other story notes)
1920s range, but in the same 'universe' as other mafia games, if it can really be called a proper universe: Basically, assume anything the players say is canon when it is regarding the background world, just keep in mind the tone that I'd like to see.
The first week will be longer, ending on the same day it starts, at 5pm MST (that's when I get home from work). From then on, it will be done in half week periods, ending on Friday and Tuesday or Saturday and Wednesday (I'm leaning towards the former).
I will be sending everyone their roles, whether town or mafia or special role. Please post a little about your character's role in the town, it's not necessary, but for I'd like it for flavour. If there are any rules questions, PM them to me and I will answer them publicly so that there is no information advantage because of rules ambiguity. Everyone will be playing under the same knowledge. If there is ambiguity, it is ambiguity for everyone. If you feel like using this to your strategic advantage, feel free, it's not against the rules to use rules ambiguity, just be informed that your strategy will probably get killed by someone PMing me a question. If anyone has questions before then and wants to ask them before being attached to a role, feel free. Nobody thinks you are mafia... yet.
Will you announce what roles exist (based on number of players), or do we need to figure that out?
Also, in the interest of preventing the 'fade into the background' strategy, I'm going to note that fading into the background is a dominant strategy for mafia in this game. So... watch for the quiet ones.
I am just noting this because I want a vibrant and active game. The Deathmatch failed spectacularly partially because of a lot of 'head in the sand' strategy (and partially due to complexity creep, but this game is bare bones and should avoid that too). I'm sorry if it causes any strategic issue.
I will be announcing all roles that are currently in play in list format based on the numbers (though I think my roles explanations includes how many of each should be about).
It did indeed, I just didn't want to have to figure out how many players there are. ;)
Also, with each death, roles will be announced. PMs are allowed. Anything that you could argue could be simulated via PMs is also allowed. Please avoid giving meta information in these PMs, however, like promising on your real mother's grave that you are not mafia. That's just not cool.
We could just post messages in spoilers and work on the honor system.
Yeah, right.
EXPLOSIVE RUNES!
Spoilers are fine with me... I don't have an irresistible impulse to click spoilers that don't have my name on them. I've heard that some people find it difficult, though.
Edit to add: Also, it's the honor system either way, so might as well make it easier for lurkers to keep up with what's happening.
You meant me!
"Sir, your status of Duke shall never be compared to my lowly military servitude. Please, let me secure you a whiskey, and implore you to grace us with more stories of your plight in the desert."
*just keeps sippin' his GENTLEMAN's drink...*
*Pulls up in brand new truck with a bed full of crates.*
*Checks clipboard.*
"Somebody here order a gross of... ummmm... sandtrout?"
*Mutters 'Sandtrout? What the heck is a sandtrout?'*
*scritch scritch scritch*
Things happening before they are written... before the writer is born... and before what was to be written has already passed... a time paradox!
"Sandtrout? Them those chewy little candies from Sweden? If so, I ordered them..."
"Ain't tha' what you get int' desert campaigns.... Sand Rout's?" Dan rubs his ears trying to get 'em cleared out slightly.
"Do you need a hand Miss? That's an awful lot of awful trout." he offers.
Coraline considers throwing a ball of cheese at Dan, but reconsiders as the horrible pun did not deserve the sacrifice of good food.
"Are sandtrout good to eat? Will they need to be cleaned? Are they like sardines, only flatter?"
Coraline stopped asking questions. Food was important and it was always nice to know what paired well with cheese, but if she kept questioning the air, people would start talking.
"Everything goes well with cheese, especially if you have a good 'un. A nice bit o' pickle and fresh loaf, does a growing lad grand." Dan scratches at the rough line of his jaw.
Not an expert in the culinary arts, but a man wi' an opinion he states; "I think a sardine could work wi' fish, if it ain't salty."
Clarence watches the truck quietly as it pulls up, a scowl on his face. He takes a sip of his drink, softens his expression, and stands politely when Clara enters.
He looks over at Dan and Coraline's exchange and shakes his head, taking his seat again and sipping his beverage.
Clara gives Dan a nod and a smile. "C'mon, Dan, you know I do this for a living." She flexes a well-toned bicep and heads out to get the crate of Swedish Sand Trout, shaking her head.
Flaming cheese! It's a good day when I have curds, much less fire. Damned fancy-folk.
In character PMs are fine. I don't trust spoiler tags. I've been killed in these due to information being leaked accidentally, and spoiler tags are pretty easy to create leaked information with. If people would like to communicate via spoiler tags, just keep in mind that anyone can and likely will click on them, even if they're not meant to. If you copy me on communications, that'd nice, but might make it more complicated (since I'm allowing anything that is equivalent to PMs in terms of information transfer) so I'm not going to enforce it.
Studpuffin: Thadius Lumpshire
DSX: Dan Haworth
Clara Cheeseworthy: Treppa
DougFungus: Malcolm Eviscerator
Mahorfeus: Willard Wainwright
Pinvendor: Geoffrey Jacks
mousestalker: Coraline Baker
DevonRex: Gustav Bauer
Finwa: Getika Littlemoon
Leoian: Tina Wolfswift
Duke Leto Atredies: Duke Leto Atredies
Bombadil: The General
Oladon: Clarence McFadden
"Jin": "Jin"
Eragar: Warren Enzroth
15 players, wow, more than I expected! If you are not on this list, please let me know, it's just an error and I missed your name. When I get home tonight, I will be passing out roles. Tuesday today at 6pm MST will be start (or therabouts), cycle 1 ends on Tuesday 6pm MST next week. Please post every cycle, or else you will be disqualified. If a special role is disqualified early in the game (first round) I will try to rebalance, but I hope that it doesn't come to that. The special roles are very important in game balance and can make or break certain strategies.
"Of course, but I ain't 'fraid of any 'ard work." Dan inclines his head in a sharp nod. 'Shouldn't really be letting her do all the work, whilst I lazy around. I have some work to do...'
People can say their role. Mafia can lie about their role. I'm trying to balance so that a mass reveal near certainly kills the town, since I'll be rounding up mafia numbers.
Can I change my alias to Hamish Cunnungham? It just doesn't feel like a real mafia game without him...
Not the Goat, he has since been transmogrified back into human form.
:3
Studpuffin: Thadius Lumpshire
DSX: Dan Haworth
Treppa: Clara Cheeseworthy
DougFungus: Hamish Cunningham
Mahorfeus: Willard Wainwright
Pinvendor: Geoffrey Jacks
mousestalker: Coraline Baker
DevonRex: Gustav Bauer
Finwa: Getika Littlemoon
Leoian: Tina Wolfswift
Duke Leto Atredies: Duke Leto Atredies
Bombadil: The General
Oladon: Clarence McFadden
"Jin": "Jin"
Eragar: Warren Enzroth
"Um...yeah," Geoffrey takes off his hat and scratches his head with an uncomfortable expression before replacing the accessory and pulling the brim low enough to leave only his lips visible.
"So...I don't think, uh you should be drinking...you know...we should all be good citizens and respect...um...the Congress and all."
"I ain't having Congress, I were only offering to help lift t' crates." Dan says shocked; "Nowt about havin' congress, wit' Ms Cheeseworthy."
He downs his drink, "Tho' I have to agree, drinking is for when thy work over. What's the behatted Geoffrey's job?"