lolcat Mafia Peanut Gallery

[Lion IRC]

I think the no PM rule is good because it forces people to THINK of other ways to achieve their objectives.
In the previous mafia game I played (my first) I felt too many PM's actually fell into the wrong hands. PM's were used as "proof" of something which wasnt true.
It made things harder than if there were no PM's in the first place.
If you can't communicate except in the game thread during alloted daytime segments and you can't divulge embargoed information try some lateral thinking!
Go back to basics.
It cannot be impossible to win. Lots of possible moves.
Lion (IRC)
PS - A few games against the chess software before bed. Don't touch the piece until you're certain its the best move.

[virphen]

I think it's best to leave a discussion on the rights and wrongs of PMs until the end of the game - it's too easy for someone to unwittingly (or wittingly) reveal information, true or false, about their role in this game.

[Redial]

I voted for virphen because he was guilty int he last game on ratskep and he sort of seemed like the type that would always be cast as guilty...sorry again, I feel bad now

No I wasn't. I've never been guilty. Not once.

yeah on ratskep weren't you mafia?

[virphen]

yeah on ratskep weren't you mafia?

No, I was an innocent civilian. Just go back and check the thread if you don't believe me, I'll show as such in every list of the game's status.

[Redial]

oh sorry...i got you and vorian mixed up

[Feck]

Poor Virphen

[Don't Panic]

oh sorry...i got you and vorian mixed up

Yeah, that guy is dodgy, good thing he doesn't play the games here.

[Durro]

Would a genuine, heartfelt sorry be appropriate at this juncture ?

Probably not, given the game is still going .

Could it be that you were set up ? You innocently suggest a course of action and the bad guy team decides between them to follow your lead to make you look like the ringleader of a group ? Or was it just coincidental that a few players followed your lead - twice ? Maybe I need to dial back my level of suspicion in this game, especially that it's only day one and we have virtually zero to go on. Anyhow, sorry again Virphen. Withdrawing my vote for you wasn't enough to save you and I feel bad that my earlier suspicions planted the seeds of doubt. I'll be looking at who voted for you closely.



When does the game thread open ?

[Don't Panic]

Would a genuine, heartfelt sorry be appropriate at this juncture ?

Probably not, given the game is still going .

Could it be that you were set up ? You innocently suggest a course of action and the bad guy team decides between them to follow your lead to make you look like the ringleader of a group ? Or was it just coincidental that a few players followed your lead - twice ? Maybe I need to dial back my level of suspicion in this game, especially that it's only day one and we have virtually zero to go on. Anyhow, sorry again Virphen. Withdrawing my vote for you wasn't enough to save you and I feel bad that my earlier suspicions planted the seeds of doubt. I'll be looking at who voted for you closely.



When does the game thread open ?

2pm GMT, which is 3pm BST, and tomorrow AUS

(3 hours and 13 minutes)

[virphen]

I don't think it's appropriate to comment on what I think happened to me, or what I think of the other players.

I was going to make some comments on who I thought was dodgy in the game thread before I got booted out, but I got sidetracked with something else and ran out of time.

[oblivion]

In my games, the role assignments are always random. I get a sequence of numbers from Random.Org (atmospheric white noise) and use that sequence to match players to roles.

[Skinny Puppy]

In our ever mounting sorrow at the loss of so many innocent lives, let us take a momentary break from the ghastly scenes of death to pay tribute to one of our own. Yes I know, the casualty numbers rose overnight, but this man, this lizard, this beloved kitteh, Virphen, was the first to die and at our own hands. We might, nay we must, accept the deaths of our loved ones in battle, but we must never take the life of one of our own.

Please read this humble tribute to a gallant fighter who fell in battle at our own hands and feel free to leave your comments at its end.

Friends, Lolcats, fellow in’sent kittehs, lend me your ears;

I come not just to bury Virphen, but to praise him;
The ebil that Lolcats do lives after them,
The good is oft interred in their bone, (ah sorry, bones)

So let it be with Virphen...

The voting block hath led us to believe Virphen was ambitious:
If it were so, it was one fuck of a grievous boo-boo,
And grievously hath poor Virphen answered it...

Here, under leave of the innocents and the Mafia scum,
(For we are all honourable kittehs; except for the Mafia slime)
Come I (as an innocent little puppeh) to speak at Virphen’s funeral...

He wasn’t my close friend, but who gives a flying fuck:
But the *alleged* voting block made him appear ambitious;
And now they can fuck themselves with a spike-laden vibrator…

He hath brought many happy hours to Threadtown
And he eben ran his own Mafia games
Did this in Virphen seem ambitious?

When the game was going tits-up, Virphen hath wept:
No-ball noble reptiles should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet the voting block made us think he was fucking with us.

(If I’m to be fucked, where’s my fucking dinner and a movie first?)

You can all see with thine own eyes on the first page,
That thrice was he presented with a mayoral crown,
Which he didn’t refuse: and voted for himself. Was this suspicious?

(You’re fucking right it was! But alas poor Yorick, we didn’t know him well.)

Yet we made the mother of all boo-boos;
And to be sure, I admit, we all fucked up!
I speak not to disprove of what Virphen spoke,
But am here to kiss ass and admit we did non-niceness.

You all did love him once, yet you lynched him:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O the humanity! Thou art fled from non-mafia reptiles,

And kittehs have lost their reason…. but bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Virphen,
And I must pause till it cum back to me.

… It’s back, I’ll carry on, but in tears of self-righteous indignation!

Only yesterday the words of Virphen might, nay… would
Have stood against all of Kittehtown; now lies he there.
And I wish I could ass-rape him in solemn reverence.

O master-debaters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
Would I have done Virphen wrong,
without cause, even on my own?

To all of you, my fellow and beloved honourable kittehs:
I would not knowingly do Virphen wrong; I’d rather choose
To wrong the mighty and sacred holy vibrator, in whom we do all relish
And with which we use to please ourselves as honourable, vibrateh kittehs.

But now my heart is heavy and it doth sadly weep;
For we, in our innocence, have lynched an innocent:
Let but the innocent Kittehs morn this wretched day of days…
A day of sorrow, anguish, despair, and a day… with no vibrators.

In reverence may you all stay thy mighty collective hand that doth reach
Even up unto the sky for thy almighty vibrators, now that we surly know
That our No-ball noble lizard is no more… upon the face of Kittehtown.

kittehs… Let us pray

O mighty FSM in whom we believe and in whom all wisdom dwelleth, you have told us in your beloved gospel that the darkest hour is just before the 50% off sale of glow-in-the-dark adjustable vibrators, we beseech thee to accept our beloved son Virphen into thine loving noodly appendage and grant him everlasting beer and strippers.

As you sit upon your sanitary pedestal in unmolested glory, reach out and touch us (not the choir boys please) so that we may ‘rise up’ and show you our sincerity and how big it is… err, how big our sincerity is… that is.

The weight of sin is heavy upon us. We have lynched one of our own and the sin of that most diabolical and despicable act is more than we can bear.

Today, in this hour of darkness, we suffer the indignation of an innocent’s lynching and can no longer hold our heads erect. Mind you, I was hoping something else would be erect, but I digress O holy one.

Before he expired and threw off his mortal coil, he spoke these last prophetic words…

‘Fuck those dirty bastards for lynching me! I was innocent! I’d like to shove a 10-foot pole up their collective…’

And then he was gone.

We’ll now have 5 minutes of silence to remember our much-beloved and in’sent Virphen… so I’d like to ask the congregation to shut the fuck up!

Blessed be the name of the FSM, bless his holy volcano, bless the stripper factory and take Virphen into thy arms and forgive us our unholy sin of evacuating Virphen prematurely. We are guilty of premature evacuation.

In His most holy name…

RAmen

And now my brethren let us drink a toast to Virphen. In a magnanimous gesture, Reverend Puppy will supply the drinks… won’t you please join him to honour a beloved citizen with a dash of chardonnay.

[Redial]

[Feck]

[Azathoth]

That was a short game. I didn't even get to use this