Post by Daveman on Jun 11, 2009 1:43:14 GMT -5
Game Queue:
1. Daveman (current)
2. Alexander the So-so
3. jagilki
Mafia Scum Wiki: mafiascum.net/wiki/index.php?title=Main_Page . Look up game theory, roles, and more.
Please, use this thread to sign up, but only sign up if you're sure you're going to play. This thread will also serve as the (initial?) game thread, so feel free to bookmark it once you've signed up so you will never lose it. This game needs 20 players.
(With apologies to John Hodgman, whose brilliants book The Areas of My Expertise I have shamelessly ripped off)
My Mafia rules:
During the game's nights, everyone who has to do so sends a PM to me. Please be prompt about it.
There is absolutely NO POSTING during the game's night. It’s called “Night” because you should all be sleeping. Posting will result in a mod-kill.
In the "morning" I will announce the events of the night.
During the daytime you discuss and vote to lynch someone. I will announce beforehand how many votes are required for lynching. It is my prerogative to set a deadline for the voting; I will announce that at least 24 hours before the deadline expires.
When a player dies I will reveal their character name, role, and alignment.
Please do not discuss this game anywhere else, unless you are part of a group, and then only when it is Night. If I discover you are, you will be mod-killed.
Do not post private messages, instant messages, e-mails, or any other game information from me or another player without previous permission from me.
Do not edit or delete your posts. I’d rather see a double post than an edit. Editing posts may result in a mod-kill.
Do not post invisi-text.
Do not post links to information that can be freely modified.
Dead players may make one goodbye post. They then must shut up until the game is over.
I am always right.
Votes must be in bold and of the format Vote: Daveman. Nothing else will be accepted. If you wish to unvote, please type Unvote. If you want to revote, an unvote for your previous vote is understood. Votes in quotes are not counted as votes.
Once a majority is reached, that person gets lynched. You may continue to discuss during twilight (while I type up the scene) but you may not post at night. The night arrives when I tell you that it is night. Again, you post during night, you get mod-killed.
The person with a simple majority gets lynched. Half the vote is not a majority. If a deadline is set and you do not reach a majority, then no lynch will occur.
You may vote to not lynch anyone. A majority of vote: no lynch votes will end the day without a lynching.
I hope this is clear. If you have any questions, please PM them to me. And remember: discussion is good. Talk talk talk.
The story:
There had been hoboes in the United States since there had been trains and liquor, which is to say: always. But by 1930, an estimated two million broken souls had taken to the wandering life, hopping boxcars, picking up work where they could find it, and drinking, drinking, drinking. When prohibition reigned, the hoboes knew of secret stills and hidden lakes of moonshine. It made them strong and willful, and it made them blind and disfigured, and it spurred them to sing strange guttural songs in croaking voices that haunted the American night.
When in the spring of 1932 great masses of unemployed veterans descended upon Washington to urge the passing of the Bonus Bill, hoboes came with them. Under the leadership of Joey Stink-Eye Smiles, they infiltrated the White House, pocketing sandwiches and replacing Secretary of the Treasury Ogden Mills with one of their own, Hobo Joe Junkpan. And across the country they began a coordinated reign of terror: soiling featherbeds, salting the cornfields, and dancing manic, heavy-footed jigs on parlor floors while ordinary citizens looked on in horror. In Kansas City, a hobo declared himself Duke of All the West and began demanding tithes. They wanted cheap beer and warm hats. They wanted bent nails and pieces of string. They demanded half barrels of swallowfeather sauce, and no one knew what they were talking about.
At his inauguration in 1933, a new crippled president named Roosevelt addressed the nervous crowd: “The people of the United States have not failed. In their need, they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. And so I will kill all the hoboes, and together we will gnaw on their bones.” It was time for a comprehensive Hobo Eradication Plan called “The New Deal.”
It is now 1934. Skirmishes between hobo factions and the American army are occurring all across the nation. In Britt, Iowa, the annual National Hobo Convention has started. Here, the great hobo leaders have begun to consolidate their forces.
The Great Hobo War has started.
EDIT:
Running player list:
1. Van daminator
2. jagilki
3. "Statman" PKSandman
4. Miami's own TTS 11 Time Champ
5. Mr. Emoticon Man, MEM Fan
6. grbjazzman
7. THE Michael Hayden, LLC.
8. Latino Meat Is Donnie Brasco.
9. Cena fears Miz fears Me
10. Impact Player
11. Deadpool
12. Tim and Al
13. Al Bundy
14. theotherkevin
15. Square
1. Daveman (current)
2. Alexander the So-so
3. jagilki
Mafia Scum Wiki: mafiascum.net/wiki/index.php?title=Main_Page . Look up game theory, roles, and more.
Please, use this thread to sign up, but only sign up if you're sure you're going to play. This thread will also serve as the (initial?) game thread, so feel free to bookmark it once you've signed up so you will never lose it. This game needs 20 players.
(With apologies to John Hodgman, whose brilliants book The Areas of My Expertise I have shamelessly ripped off)
My Mafia rules:
During the game's nights, everyone who has to do so sends a PM to me. Please be prompt about it.
There is absolutely NO POSTING during the game's night. It’s called “Night” because you should all be sleeping. Posting will result in a mod-kill.
In the "morning" I will announce the events of the night.
During the daytime you discuss and vote to lynch someone. I will announce beforehand how many votes are required for lynching. It is my prerogative to set a deadline for the voting; I will announce that at least 24 hours before the deadline expires.
When a player dies I will reveal their character name, role, and alignment.
Please do not discuss this game anywhere else, unless you are part of a group, and then only when it is Night. If I discover you are, you will be mod-killed.
Do not post private messages, instant messages, e-mails, or any other game information from me or another player without previous permission from me.
Do not edit or delete your posts. I’d rather see a double post than an edit. Editing posts may result in a mod-kill.
Do not post invisi-text.
Do not post links to information that can be freely modified.
Dead players may make one goodbye post. They then must shut up until the game is over.
I am always right.
Votes must be in bold and of the format Vote: Daveman. Nothing else will be accepted. If you wish to unvote, please type Unvote. If you want to revote, an unvote for your previous vote is understood. Votes in quotes are not counted as votes.
Once a majority is reached, that person gets lynched. You may continue to discuss during twilight (while I type up the scene) but you may not post at night. The night arrives when I tell you that it is night. Again, you post during night, you get mod-killed.
The person with a simple majority gets lynched. Half the vote is not a majority. If a deadline is set and you do not reach a majority, then no lynch will occur.
You may vote to not lynch anyone. A majority of vote: no lynch votes will end the day without a lynching.
I hope this is clear. If you have any questions, please PM them to me. And remember: discussion is good. Talk talk talk.
The story:
There had been hoboes in the United States since there had been trains and liquor, which is to say: always. But by 1930, an estimated two million broken souls had taken to the wandering life, hopping boxcars, picking up work where they could find it, and drinking, drinking, drinking. When prohibition reigned, the hoboes knew of secret stills and hidden lakes of moonshine. It made them strong and willful, and it made them blind and disfigured, and it spurred them to sing strange guttural songs in croaking voices that haunted the American night.
When in the spring of 1932 great masses of unemployed veterans descended upon Washington to urge the passing of the Bonus Bill, hoboes came with them. Under the leadership of Joey Stink-Eye Smiles, they infiltrated the White House, pocketing sandwiches and replacing Secretary of the Treasury Ogden Mills with one of their own, Hobo Joe Junkpan. And across the country they began a coordinated reign of terror: soiling featherbeds, salting the cornfields, and dancing manic, heavy-footed jigs on parlor floors while ordinary citizens looked on in horror. In Kansas City, a hobo declared himself Duke of All the West and began demanding tithes. They wanted cheap beer and warm hats. They wanted bent nails and pieces of string. They demanded half barrels of swallowfeather sauce, and no one knew what they were talking about.
At his inauguration in 1933, a new crippled president named Roosevelt addressed the nervous crowd: “The people of the United States have not failed. In their need, they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. And so I will kill all the hoboes, and together we will gnaw on their bones.” It was time for a comprehensive Hobo Eradication Plan called “The New Deal.”
It is now 1934. Skirmishes between hobo factions and the American army are occurring all across the nation. In Britt, Iowa, the annual National Hobo Convention has started. Here, the great hobo leaders have begun to consolidate their forces.
The Great Hobo War has started.
EDIT:
Running player list:
1. Van daminator
2. jagilki
3. "Statman" PKSandman
4. Miami's own TTS 11 Time Champ
5. Mr. Emoticon Man, MEM Fan
6. grbjazzman
7. THE Michael Hayden, LLC.
8. Latino Meat Is Donnie Brasco.
9. Cena fears Miz fears Me
10. Impact Player
11. Deadpool
12. Tim and Al
13. Al Bundy
14. theotherkevin
15. Square
