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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 25, 2009 13:15:05 GMT -5
Oops.
Anyways... it seems like we're finally getting some discussion going, which is a good thing. Now we just need a consensus on who to lynch.
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 25, 2009 13:18:02 GMT -5
It's like I said earlier. It's safe to say that if we get it wrong, either myself or CFMFM is next to go. I still have a funny feeling about Tim and Al, but the point that was brought up about Impact Player says a lot. He almost immediately accused me once I brought out the facts of the remaining players. I'm not sure which way to sit on this one.
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 25, 2009 13:28:02 GMT -5
Honestly, I'm kinda surprised the Government hasn't killed CFMFM already, given that he's the Bodyguard and thus an enticing target for a night kill...
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 25, 2009 13:33:48 GMT -5
Perhaps they're keeping him around as a...hmm...VERY interesting point you have there. In other games I've played, if I knew who the bodyguard was, I'd off his ass the first chance I got.
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Post by Daveman on Jul 25, 2009 13:47:18 GMT -5
Official Vote Count:Tim and Al - 1 (D-lirious-2) D-lirious-2 - 1 (Impact Player) Impact Player - 1 (Cena Fears Miz Fears Me) Not Voting: Mr Emoticon Man, Tim and Al I'm liking the way the discussion is going, so no foreseeable deadline. Also, I'd encourage everybody who has participated in this game, wanted to participate in this game, or has followed this game to sign up for jagilki's Old West-theme Mafia game, starting soon.
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 25, 2009 13:55:27 GMT -5
Can't Doctors and Hiders protect people at night as well as a Bodyguard can? It could be that the Government has been trying to kill him but someone else has been protecting him each night. That could help explain why there have been so few night deaths lately.
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Post by Wrath Draven on Jul 25, 2009 14:25:06 GMT -5
wow, i get jumped on for not particpating enough, and when i do offer my opinion everyone jumps all over that to
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 25, 2009 14:30:20 GMT -5
Getting a little defensive are we? A little scared? Worried about everybody closing in on your and outing you as the Government type that you are? Huh? HUH? The walls seem to be getting smaller and smaller. Your breathing seems shallow. The pressure is getting to you!
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 25, 2009 14:41:52 GMT -5
Now that I think about it, though, he has a point. He could have joined in on the Tim and Al thing and kept himself out of the cross-hairs. So that does kinda work in his favor...
...unless they're both Government and he's trying to protect his cohort.
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Post by Daveman on Jul 27, 2009 16:39:55 GMT -5
Why is it that whenever I congratulate you guys for the good discussion you always clam up?
Deadline set for Friday, July 31st, at 8 PM Eastern.
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 27, 2009 16:43:34 GMT -5
Cause I have a massive migraine and sinus infection
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 27, 2009 19:33:04 GMT -5
So, D-lirious, any thoughts on how many Government we might have left?
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 28, 2009 12:50:50 GMT -5
I'm going to take a stab and say we're down to just one. And I stand by my thought of Tim and Al.
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 28, 2009 16:52:50 GMT -5
Vote: Impact Player
He's been on my radar for a while now, so I'm going to go with my gut on this one.
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 28, 2009 16:54:46 GMT -5
UNVOTE: VOTE: Impact Player
Dammit, we need to get on with this! And I've been watching him too.
And if it turns out he wasn't Gov't, we're all boned.
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Post by Daveman on Jul 28, 2009 20:26:16 GMT -5
Official Vote Count:
D-lirious-2 - 1 (Impact Player) Impact Player - 3 (Cena Fears Miz Fears Me, Mr Emoticon Man, D-lirious-2)
Not Voting: Tim and Al
Impact Player, aka Deke Hidden Hornets' Nest, Hobo Vigilante has been lynched.
The remaining Government agents converge upon the hapless Hobos. Tim and Al, aka Ogden Mills, Former Secretary of the Treasury and Cena Fears Miz Fears Me, aka Herbert Hoover, President (March 4, 1929 – March 4, 1933) twirl evilly their non-existent mustaches. "Ha ha! We were able to infiltrate your little convention and eliminate you pesky hobos one by one. Now it looks like your little uprising is finally finished."
The bodies of Mr Emoticon Man, aka Snoops Lightstep Trenchcoat, the Hobo PI, and D-lirious-2, aka Collegeboy Braniac, the Hobo Einstein lie in the middle of the convention stage, as the ring of boxcars burns into the night.
GOVERNMENT WINS
Full game breakdown and comments coming soon.
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Post by D2: Sweet & Sour Edition on Jul 28, 2009 20:28:08 GMT -5
Well for one, F*** YOU GUYS, I WAS RIGHT ABOUT TIM AND AL!
Two, well played CFMFM. Well played indeed. Asshole ;D
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Post by Mr. Emoticon Man, TF Fan on Jul 28, 2009 20:34:28 GMT -5
Oops. Oh, well. Win some, lose some.
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Jul 28, 2009 20:40:33 GMT -5
I would have voted for Tim and Al the first day... if I was alive to see it.
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Post by Daveman on Jul 28, 2009 20:50:20 GMT -5
Mafia: Walker Evans, Photographer (and Hobo Hunter)
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Square. You are the thirty year old American photographer Walker Evans. The public story is President Roosevelt has hired you through the Farm Security Administration to document the effects of the Great Depression. But only you and the President are aware of your true intentions: To hunt down and kill the great Hobo King, Joey Stink-Eye Smiles. You have infiltrated the National Hobo Convention in Britt, Iowa, to fulfill this task.
As you are the most experienced in dealing with these filthy hoboes, you have taken temporary control of the Government, and even Mr. Roosevelt reports secretly to you. Each night, you may send me the name of one player you wish to kill and the name of the Government official you wish to carry out the dark deed. You may not kill yourself, but you may choose to perform the killing. You kill with a poisoned dart.
To prevent a mass-claim from outing your secret identity, you are posing under the hobo name No-Banjo Burnes. If anyone demands to know your role name, you provide this fake hobo name. As the greatest hobo infiltrator at Roosevelt’s disposal, this fake name will also be provided during any night investigations.
Your fellow Government officials are THE Michael Hayden, LLC., Cena fears Miz fears Me, and Tim and Al.
You win when the number of Government officials equals or exceeds the number of other players.
Ogden Mills, Former Secretary of the Treasury
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Tim and Al. You are Ogden Mills, former President Herbert Hoover’s Secretary of the Treasury. While a great opponent of current President Franklin Roosevelt’s economic policies, you’re willing to work with him to wipe out those filthy, filthy, hoboes.
If you are chosen to perform the night kill, you will beat your victim to death with a sock full of quarters.
To prevent a mass-claim from outing your secret identity, you are posing under the hobo name El Top-Hat Swindlefingers. If anyone demands to know your role name, you provide this fake hobo name.
Your fellow Government officials are THE Michael Hayden, LLC., Cena fears Miz fears Me, and Square.
You win when the number of Government officials equals or exceeds the number of other players.
Herbert Hoover, President (March 4, 1929 – March 4, 1933)
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Cena fears Miz fears Me. You are former President Herbert Hoover. The past few years have not been kind to you. Within months of being sworn in as President, the United States were hit hard by the Great Depression. Your years of economic policies only worsened the condition, and you lost your subsequent reelection bid to Franklin Roosevelt. In an effort to recapture your former glory, you have accepted Roosevelt’s invitation to wipe out those filthy, filthy hoboes. Hey, that’s got to be easier than courting public favor by shaking hands, kissing babies, and helping pull your nation out of the economic funk you helped cause.
If chosen to perform the night kill, you will kill your victim with a pick axe, a remnant of your old mining days.
To prevent a mass-claim from outing your secret identity, you are posing under the hobo name Eustace Feet-Beer. If anyone demands to know your role name, you provide this fake hobo name.
Your fellow Government officials are THE Michael Hayden, LLC., Tim and Al, and Square.
You win when the number of Government officials equals or exceeds the number of other players.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, President (March 4, 1933 – now)
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, THE Michael Hayden, LLC. You are the current President of the United States of America, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. You are also the Government Roleblocker. Each Night, you may send me the name of a player whose Night abilities you wish to nullify. You will send an emergency bill to Congress which, if it passes, will temporarily ban that action from being performed. You may discuss your target with the other Government officials, but you may not use this ability the same night you perform a night kill.
If you are chosen to perform the night kill, you will crush your victim with your wheelchair.
To prevent a mass-claim from outing your secret identity, you are posing under the hobo name Applebee O’Bennigan McFridays. If anyone demands to know your role name, you provide this fake hobo name.
Your fellow Government officials Tim and Al, Cena fears Miz fears Me, and Square.
You win when the number of Government officials equals or exceeds the number of other players.
Hoboes: Hondo “Whatever that Lizard Is that Walks on Water”
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Latino Meat Is Donnie Brasco. You are Hondo “Whatever that Lizard Is that Walks on Water” and a vanilla Hobo. Not one who has ever possessed a very good… uh… oh yeah!... memory, you have traveled to Britt to finally learn the answer to the question that has been plaguing you for 40 years: just what the hell is the name of that lizard that walks on water? Even if you never find out, you’ll be able to be at peace knowing that those lizards are, in fact, damn cool.
You win when no scum players remain.
Stitches the Railyard Sutureman
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Alexander the So-so. You are Stitches the Railyard Sutureman and are a hobo doctor. Each night, you may send me the name of one player whom you wish to protect. That player will be unable to be killed during the night. You may not protect yourself.
You have traveled to the National Hobo Convention in Britt, Iowa, to share your rail-hopping stories (and to hopefully earn a few extra hobo nickels).
You win when no scum players remain.
Bean-Hoarder Newt
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, grbjazzman. You are Bean-Hoarder Newt and a Hobo Hider. Each Night, you may scavenge another player’s home for beans. Doing so will protect you (and only you) from being targeted. Just be careful whose boxcar you sneak into…
Possibly the most selfish of all hoboes, you refuse to share even a scrap of food with another human being, let alone your closest hobo friends (of which you have few). You’ve lived all of your life in Britt, Iowa, a rarity for hoboes, and you resent the pilgrims who travel to the National Hobo Convention here each year.
You win when no scum players remain.
Hobo Joe Junkpan
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, theotherkevin. You are Hobo Joe Junkpan and a Hobo Mason with "Statman" PKSandman (Vice President Garrett Hobart). You and "Statman" PKSandman know that you are both Hoboes. The two of you may communicate at Night through private messages.
You were the only hobo to ever serve as Secretary of the Treasury of the United States, although you were discovered and forced out by then-President Herbert Hoover. To this day, people claim Nickels Are Fair Game Plan, in which you would have allowed every American to make their own Hobo Nickels, would have solved the Great Depression.
You win when no scum players remain.
Vice President Garret Hobart
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, "Statman" PKSandman. You are Vice President Garret Hobart and a Hobo Mason with theotherkevin (Hobo Joe Junkpan). You and theotherkevin know that you are both Hoboes. The two of you may communicate at Night through private messages.
You were nominated as the Republican candidate for Vice President on the ticket with William McKinley, and were elected in the 1896 presidential election. You served as Vice President from March 4, 1897, until you faked your death from heart failure on November 21, 1899. Realizing that a life of bureaucracy was not for you, you grew out your moustache into a very fashionable beard and began hopping the rails.
Now, more than thirty years later, you’re beginning to tire of the nomadic life and yearn to go back to home to New Jersey to be with your wife. You have come to the National Hobo Convention in Britt, Iowa, for one last taste of the hobo life before heading back east.
You win when no scum players remain.
Snoops Lightstep Trenchcoat, the Hobo PI
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Mr. Emoticon Man, MEM Fan. You are Snoops Lightstep Trenchcoat, the Hobo PI. As your name implies you are the Hobo’s investigator. Each night, you may send me the name of one living player other than yourself you would like to investigate, and I will tell you that player’s role name. I wish I could tell you more about your background, but Snoops is so good at avoiding detection even I don’t know much about him.
You win when no scum players remain.
Collegeboy Braniac, the Hobo Einstein
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Deadpool. You are Collegeboy Braniac, the Hobo Einstein, and a hobo inventor. You are renowned in the hobo world for your smarts, your brains, your noodle, and whatever slang term those filthy hoboes are using this week to describe intelligence. You are the only known hobo to have gone to university, having once ridden by Brown in the autumn of 1923.
You have the ability to create either a gun or a bullet proof vest. To do so, you must send me a Night PM telling me which object you’d like to create. This will take one Day. The next Night, you must tell me to whom you are giving this item. You may not keep the item, as hoarding is frowned upon by the hobo community. If you do not give away this item, it is gone, and you must spend another Night creating one. Once you have given another player your item, you work is done and you will cease your nightly activities for the rest of the game.
You win when no scum players remain.
The Fishin’ Physician
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, jagilki. You are The Fishin’ Physician but, despite your name, you are not a doctor, but rather a Hobo who is incredibly skilled at fishing. You are so good, in fact, you can function as a Thief. Each Night, you may send me the name of a player you would like to steal from. You will cast your line into their boxcar and drag out a nifty item.
You win when no scum players remain.
Deke Hidden Hornets’ Nest
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Impact Player. You are Deke Hidden Hornets’ Nest. Some people believe that is just a nickname. Those people are fools (and possibly Communists). In fact, you are a Hobo Vigilante, and you kill your victims with hornet’s nests that you hide in their homes. Each Night, you may send me the name of one player you wish to kill. Be warned: you have a limited number of nests, and not every player may be allergic.
You win when no scum players remain.
Normal-Faced Olaf
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Al Bundy. You are Normal-Faced Olaf, and a Vanilla Hobo. If someone were to look up “average” in the dictionary, they’d find a photo of you. (Of course, since most hoboes don’t know how to use a dictionary, much less a camera, your compatriots are unaware of your inclusion.) Your averageness is almost a hindrance: you don’t have the longest hobo-beard, nor do you have the shortest; you’re not the craziest hobo, but neither are you the sanest. As such, you have yet to form any long-lasting bonds with your fellow hoboes. You have come to Britt, Iowa, to change this.
You win when no scum players remain.
Serial Killer: Nikola Tesla
Hello, and welcome to Mafia: the Great Hobo War, Miami's own TTS 11 Time Champ. You are Nikola Tesla and the game’s serial killer. I can hear you now. “What? Tesla’s a murderer?” It’s true. Already reeling from the lightning battle you had with Thomas Edison that left you scarred both physically and emotionally, former President Herbet Hoover’s stealing of your plans for the Long Range Death Ray, the Mechanical Snake, the Ultra-Car, the Hover-Yacht, and others, was the last straw. You snapped; now you want revenge, not only on those thieving fat cats in the Government, but also on those filthy hoboes for not lending you the hobo nickels you so desperately needed to finance your mad machines.
Each night you may send me the name of one player you would like to kill. You may not target yourself.
To prevent a mass-claim from outing your secret identity, you are posing under the hobo name Dr. Nobel Dynamite. If anyone demands to know your role name, you provide this fake hobo name.
You win when you are the only player alive.
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