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Oh, one thing I was thinking about. Is that what ever the theme that we don't necessarily have a 'locked-room' game. Our characters are free to roam, slightly further. I would have done it this game hence my suggestion of going to the kitchen but it seemed too suspicious - thus I declined in the end.

Well, this is a pre-next Mafia discussion. So glad to have you here.

Personally I think that'd be a bad idea, the Mafia knowing each other. I think basically everything the same, but no Crime boss.

K.I.S.

That's usually how it was done. Random choice amongst the victims - which does make it harder to find killers pattern, although relinquishes some control.

Personally I think keep everything as it is for next game, except the 'Crime Boss' role. Maybe he could know the identity of 1 other Mafia, but it not be reciprocal?

But personally I was not a fan of the Crime Boss pretty much determining who was killed, especially with this many Mafia. It made others feel their Mafia votes were useless whilst piling pressure upon me (sure I could have no voted, but what if the others had too).

Anyway, sorry about those that fell to my gun/knife - I'm sure you'll have the opporunity to return the favour.

I'd just try to keep the rules simple and similar for next game.
We've had some complicate rules before and they are very tricky to balance - this one was very close to balanced.
Too many changes confuse me :P

True since if it had got to 4-4 town-mafia split. Then I would have just offered to keep everyone alive & prosperous under Mafia rule.

And poor Tina's mum never got her pie.

Cool, great to have you on board. And really glad you enjoyed it, the vigilante role is fun.

Yep, unfortunately it is.

(According to a Thadius - Jin fingered me (probably by pm). Thus that's a implied vouching for...)

*shake-fist, puffin Ninja*

:P

Just 1, we had a tartiflette. Boiled potato, laterally sliced & layered with lardons (bacon) and fried onion. The a dash of nutmeg, and cut a wheel of French Mountain cheese in half and place it on top. Then oven bake until the skin is crispy and the soft cheese has melted into the potato. Then usually we have a side salad.

With this we played Blackbeard (a game by GMT) we didn't quiet get it finished. But it was fun.

Clarence McFadden wrote:

Such a bad time for chat to go down!

Meows wasn't around anyway. :(

I know as soon as come back from my cheese party.

Dates, having fun with the GM! Shocking behaviour.

I hope you enjoy yourselves.

:)

That'll be scary, Meows, Puffin (if he returns) & Pinvendor.

:O

And yay, well done Leoian. Anyway back to see if the Town can win, or will it be the Mafia?

"Don't worry Clara, make t' town a better place. That's all I wanted." Dan says standing upon the oaken boards, they creak gently; "Maybe bake a cake upon thee birthday & remember me."

"Seems Rastley, I'll get to play thee once more. You better get the checker board out." his voice is so faint and filled with regret, that the words are virtually inaudible.

Considering what has gone on he walks over to the table and picks up a cup of tea and a slice of cake. Then moves with care towards the front of the meeting hall and slowly climbs upon the stage. Taking a bite out of the cake, some crumbs fall upon the floor. Lost amongst the detritus, they make the perfect analogy for his life.

'I got lucky upon the killing fields of France, it seems the grains of borrowed time have run out and I will join you brothers.'

"Hardly, Dan. Mister Clarence kept slanderin' me, if ye recall, which got my dander up, yes it did. I'm sorry for it, but the ol' coot shouldnt'a oughta said those things 'bout me. I barely kent wut he sed 'bout Mister Thaddius." She gives Thadius a little shrug. "Sorry, but it's true."

"Aye, he accused bot' of ye equally. Both Thadius and thee for killing Gustav. Of course, Thadius manipulated it so that thee thought it were only thyself that he was trying to kill. Who did the old coot accuse and vote for first...Thadius. That's why Thad went for himself and you had to defend him, drawing the farmers ire."

Even the homely smells of the farm seem good to the baker. Not as nice as the newly cut bread, the soft saltiness of butter fighting with the sweetness of the conserve.

"About t' whispering, I were jus' being nice t' people." Dan adds bitterly; "You ain't been nice t' anyone, have you?"

"But I suppose, I need to ready myself for death, it's inevitable amongst your unfounded accusations." he looks towards the large stained glass windows. "Reminds me of the old fields, before t' war. When t' grass was green and the skies were blue."

"Now in the twilight of my life, everything seems so grey. The taste of ashes upon t' air."

"Nah, I said you persuaded Clara t' kill Clarence..." Dan accuses; "Before you fell on your own sword, well pretended to, with the same false sense of deprecation."

"Ya lied about him being a Mafia, jus' like you did about Jin accusing me - a few minutes ago." Dan adds.

"Well me recipes are behind t' books on the far pantry shelf." Dan resigns himself to hanging knowing the others are resolute.

"I ain't turned on ya, Dan. But is what Mister Thadius said true? Did you turn pore ol' Clarence agin' Mister Thadius an' me? Why wouldja do that, Dan?" Clara regards her friend with tears in her eyes.

"Do you mean did I commiserate with the chap after Thadius told you to kill Clarence." Dan pauses significantly; "Why yes I did."

"Turns out he played a clever game, got you to do his killing fore him." with a sorrowful shrug.

"Oh, Thadius you mean like Clara a couple of hours ago? Or Jin? Or maybe Getika? Interesting you aggrivate all, having done nothing of use for the town." Dan says to the aristocrat.

"And Clarence was on you so hard, he was an innocent. Thus by your logic, you are Mafia?" Dan accuses.

"Clara, I have been good to you.... you won't turn on me too? Well, unless you are Mafia - then by Thadius' logic you'd vote for me." Dan shakes his head.

"So I'm mafia???" Dan is shocked; this turns to acceptance as Coraline votes with Jin. 'Clara will be next, she's followed Thadius' lead the whole time...been in league with him.'

He turns to Thadius; "Seems you are wrong, that or Jin is. He says I'm not leader, unlike yourself."

"I suppose I'm alone like I was when we went o'er t' top. Might get to be the Morpeth Lads soon then." there's a wistful sheen to his eyes.

"Well Rastley, he ain't got no formal training." Dan says surely. "He relied upon what 'e read and what he observed. A grand man, taken too soon from us."

'Never did get to finish that game of checkers.'

"Whereas you trust no-one? Keeping secrets not bothering to try and work out who done it. Just blaming the first person you come across, and they die, then the second - then they die. Then the third -then you are right. Now me...." Dan says shaking his head at the accusing dilettante.

"I also whispered to you. Thadius." Dan says frankly; "Are you a Mafia then?"

Looking around the group; "I whispered to everyone, or tried to. I was trying to work out who's who. I weren't relying on hunches, but private talks. But Jin ne'er said owt, unless he talked to you in secret?"

"Does't tha' mean Mr Thadius. When he said:"

"Ease up Thadius. I'm with Dan on this, I think Thadius is innocent."

"He ain't fingered me? That's only you." Dan chuckles; "I don't wanna be fingered."

"I only want what's best for the town-folk. I am not the boss of any family. Now Thadius sets more up for murder, like he did to poor Clarence." Dan looks around the gathering in askance; "He sets up Clarence, now me, and seemingly Tina's next. Who after that Getika, because she's foreign like Gustav, or will it be Coraline?"

"You know me, I have been in t' town these past dozen years since t' Army." shaking his head in a small motion; "I work hard from t' dawn t' dusk. Y' I make a profit, but it's honest work."

Dan looks at the man sadly; "Soul? What have you ever done to help the town?"

"I know you didn't vote for Clarnece, you played the innocent card. Setting him up." Dan says starting to get annoyed. "You accused him and then persuaded everyone to vote for him. Readying a vote, just in case it was needed. T' old Sumerian ploy."

"It was a good way to garner sympathy, as is the drunken noble routine. And all of a sudden you are sober..."

"Really? You still think I'm the crime lord? Ask Jin; he undoubtably can see me for what I am? And you think I would not have stopped Hamish if I knew?" Dan adds sadly; "The Duke was my friend as was the Sheriff, I didn't want either of them to die"

"You have been the first to accuse, shed the blood of a trio of innocents.... at least, you mafioso." Dan says accusingly.

Dan votes Thadius Lumpshire

*DSX sticks up hand*

I posted, I posted. ;)

"I cannot believe it, The Duke dead." Dan says recovering from the shock slowly, he takes a cup of tea and sips it slowly. "Well, we have found one of the Mafia, just a pity it came at such a cost. I really hope the others won't devastate our community as much."

Standing alone Dan is shocked, he thought the old man was just a kindly gentleman but for him to be a hero willing to give his life to save Thadius'. The baker has to look away at the Butchers end, the horror sinks in as his nostrils are assailed with the stench of fresh death.

After 8 (or 12) hours it turns from "7hours 59 minutes ago" to the date.

So does it end at 6:00:00 or 5:59:59? or 6:00pm as Jin's post on Monday was at 6pm and not counted?

"Sir, I'm not evil." Dan's words are shocked at Thadius' vitriol.

"Tryin' to kill us is more horrid, sir!"

"Sir, which you did first." Dan adds, shaking his head.

"He ain't said nothin' to me. I figured it out by the way you actin'. The way you huff and puff, the air about you." Thadius turns his nose up at Dan, "And it stank."

"So why call me out as a Boss?" Dan shakes his head. "Insults are horrid, Sir."

Vote for Thadius

"Jin did you, wrongly, tell Thadius I was a crime boss? Or are you lying and Thadius is the real detective?" Dan asks trying to find why he's being accused. Attempting to work out why the alcoholic thinks he's a Mafia boss.

"Clara....really?" Dan says sadly.... "So you think Thadius is a detective? And that Hamish or Jin isn't?"

Dan shakes his head. "Tis true, I don't want any bloodshed... too much has been spilt."

Dan looks at the spittle upon his shoes; "Sir you are no gentleman. I have not supplied you with alcohol. And I have no carter but Clara, your senses must be addled from the booze."

"That's a clever way of doing it. Ya accuse me and it distracts from Hamish's accusation." Dan retorts quietly. "Doing quite the job, first Gustav, Warren then Clarence."

"Do you mean the early morning deliveries of Clara's? Nowt wrong w' them, I have to get up early whilst tha' is a sluggabed. Ya see hard work as evil? Little wonder you was rifling through Clarences' pockets for gold."

Dan looks aghast; "You mean to say that you think I'm the Crime boss? And Hamish is my lieutenant? Or are you just throwing accusations out there?" Dan cannot believe it.

"Really?" says Dan wanting to believe him, just about following the logic. He looks to Getika, his eyes large not believing that she would be part of the criminal fraternity.

"Have the others you detected Hamish died? Or have you been focussing on Thadius.... you may be wrong?" Dan bites his lip.

Rasping his chin, Dan thinks "Maybe Clarence done found himself an ancient cache of coins. I did hear that the Union army done be dragging some. They found 'em at the plains of Thorri, when raiding t' temple."

The baker had picked up some of the local lore in the last few years; but does a double take at Hamishes words. "Thadius, say it ain't so...." he looks to the gentleman aghast.

Dan picks out one of the coins and examines it. The thick width and rough stamping smoothed out over the years. Rotating it in his fingers it catches the light, a dull and heavy yellow. "Wonder if this is ancient? From the Maztecian peoples of the Central Continentals?"

He leans over towards Getika and shows her the coin; "Is this from your people?" he says softly. Althoough he also shifts position slightly to allow Tina to look, with a soft murmur to both.

"Although I wonder if Clarence stumbled on hoard of t' coins? Ms Baker, has he tried to pass any in your shop?" The baker asks the lady.

"But who'd be cunning enough to plant them on 'im." Dan wonders; "And rich enough t' not care about their loss?"

:P

"Thadius, do you think it was a payment for services received. Old Clarences land is in a right spot near the road, possibly bootlegger territory." Dan says in his spot between the two ladies; "Miss Clara did you see owt on t' roads?"

"Or maybe it's old War gold, I done 'eard me summat about an old wagon wi' some in." he adds, slightly ignoring Hamish as he cannot reassure him.

"Yes, we take to the field and stop the hits." Dan resolves, his pale face becoming brighter at the prospect of stopping the murders.

"As much as I'd like a bloodless night, I'm not sure it'd happen." Dan says sadly; "They are vicious and cruel, taking our friends from us. We need Hamish's information."

"Now we don't want to have both protectors' guarding him, especially since his identity is not confirmed and the Mafia know this strategy." Furrowing his brow he thinks of the best way. "Maybe if the man or woman, with the later or earlier alphabetical name protects him."

"Basically, plainly speaking, we decide that either Clara or Tina wouldn't protect him?" the baker wonders.

Dan looks from the dead bodies to the rest of the group. 'So half of who's left are Mafia' he half mumbles.

"True Hamish, we have to lynch someone. Whilst at the same time ensure we don't make another mistake." Dan concludes sadly. "Though if we get lucky, the vigilante's can protect us still."