Mafia 37 game-thread The Rome game
#2341
Posted 12 January 2009 - 09:55 PM
33 hours and 50 minutes remain in the day.
6 votes required for a lynch, 5 votes for night.
3 players have voted for Serc (Gamelon, Kaschan, Rashan)
7 people have not voted: HP, Korlat, D'riss, Liosan, Emurlahn, Galayn Lord, Serc.
6 votes required for a lynch, 5 votes for night.
3 players have voted for Serc (Gamelon, Kaschan, Rashan)
7 people have not voted: HP, Korlat, D'riss, Liosan, Emurlahn, Galayn Lord, Serc.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#2342
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:02 PM
I'd prefer to wait until Serc comes on before I cast a vote...might as well hear his defence, hey? Don't know about you guys, but I'm getting kind of bored of speedlynches...
#2343
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:06 PM
While I agree that speed lynching is dangerous, esp. if they haven't talked alot for a while, I can't get bored of it and we don't have too much else to do.
#2344
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:14 PM
#2346
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:16 PM
33 hours and 30 minutes remain in the day.
6 votes required for a lynch, 5 votes for night.
4 players have voted for Serc (Gamelon, Kaschan, Rashan, Liosan)
6 people have not voted: HP, Korlat, D'riss, Emurlahn, Galayn Lord, Serc.
6 votes required for a lynch, 5 votes for night.
4 players have voted for Serc (Gamelon, Kaschan, Rashan, Liosan)
6 people have not voted: HP, Korlat, D'riss, Emurlahn, Galayn Lord, Serc.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#2347
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:22 PM
Serc
These damn speed lynches are what cost us the game in the GB game. But... I did make a non rep case on him earlier so I will stick with it.
Also, Gamelon who is your next find on. I would suggest Liosan or D'riss. but thats just me.
These damn speed lynches are what cost us the game in the GB game. But... I did make a non rep case on him earlier so I will stick with it.
Also, Gamelon who is your next find on. I would suggest Liosan or D'riss. but thats just me.

#2348
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:23 PM
#2349
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:24 PM
the game is practically over, if they cant recruit and cant kill its just lynch night lynch night until, end
#2350
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:24 PM
Gamelon as for your next find, I agree with HP. By all means do either me and find out I'm awesome or go for D'riss who many suspect to be Brutii as well.
EDIT: you to your
EDIT: you to your
This post has been edited by Liosan: 12 January 2009 - 10:25 PM
#2351
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:25 PM
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#2354
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:28 PM
I thought Serc was Julii for much of this game, so really I have no ideas left.
vote Serc
And now I'm off to bed. Catch you all in the morning. By the way, HP, how did that re-read of me go?
vote Serc
And now I'm off to bed. Catch you all in the morning. By the way, HP, how did that re-read of me go?
#2355
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:28 PM
#2356
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:28 PM
Well thats a lynch, hopefully long night is short this time.
#2358
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:39 PM
#2360
Posted 12 January 2009 - 10:43 PM
Serc (Ace Hunter) is dead. He was of the Brutii.
The Republicans are the last faction standing
(as per the Pontifex's action, both Emurlahn and D'riss are recruited to the Republicans at the end of the day).
In the temples of Rome, insence is burned. A year of newly born lambs is offered to the gods to thank them for saving the Republic. Statues are raised of Cicero, hero of the Republic in its darkest hour. Rome’s legions are now commanded by less brilliant men, but at the least, they are dependable.
Rome is blessed by the Gods. Of course, adultery still continues. Gold still exchanges hands for services rendered. Veterans still have violent outbursts and lead their own gangs of hirelings. Respected patricians still exert their influence and silence others. But that is all as it always has been. Decadence, splendour, and the legions marching ever further away from Rome.
Only here and there, poets mention the names of the fallen who fought for what they thought was theirs. And somewhere, a retired town crier sits down and tries to imagine what awaits the souls of the grand men of this brutal game of politics...
The afterlife is,by all accounts, a rather boring place. Pluto does nothing with the souls that enter it, unless one has committed atrocities.
Six spirits have gathered near the entrance of the Underworld, watching the land of the living.
“So much bloodshed, and no reward for ambition,” the soul of Marcus Anthonius said. “Blood, if spilled, should be to further change and growth and might, not to enable the status quo.”
“There is unity in Rome now, it is remade in my vision,” argued dead Cicero.
“Your vision? Acidic saliva, tongue as a sword, words like a siege engine? Three quarters of the deaths are due to you, you silly old man!” It seems Octavian, while dead, acts his age.
“Silence boy,” Brutus growled. “At the least, the Republic exists still, but it lacks passion and defenders and its most noble souls have destroyed each other. I knew I was doomed, though.”
“I told all of you, we shouldn’t have focused so much on the Julii. But you lot wouldn’t hear reason.” Casca seems a tad bit miserable. “If only Longinus had lived…”
“Aye,” Brutus answers. “Our very own tiger, a predator.”
Longinus says nothing. He seems mute. Has seemed that for a long time, actually.
“Well, look at us,” Casca sighs. “At the least, we made history.”
The paper is crumpled up, the pen thrown aside. This… mockery will not do. Besides, there are more important things to do. Like consoling the young wife of a well known senator….
The Republicans are the last faction standing
(as per the Pontifex's action, both Emurlahn and D'riss are recruited to the Republicans at the end of the day).
In the temples of Rome, insence is burned. A year of newly born lambs is offered to the gods to thank them for saving the Republic. Statues are raised of Cicero, hero of the Republic in its darkest hour. Rome’s legions are now commanded by less brilliant men, but at the least, they are dependable.
Rome is blessed by the Gods. Of course, adultery still continues. Gold still exchanges hands for services rendered. Veterans still have violent outbursts and lead their own gangs of hirelings. Respected patricians still exert their influence and silence others. But that is all as it always has been. Decadence, splendour, and the legions marching ever further away from Rome.
Only here and there, poets mention the names of the fallen who fought for what they thought was theirs. And somewhere, a retired town crier sits down and tries to imagine what awaits the souls of the grand men of this brutal game of politics...
The afterlife is,by all accounts, a rather boring place. Pluto does nothing with the souls that enter it, unless one has committed atrocities.
Six spirits have gathered near the entrance of the Underworld, watching the land of the living.
“So much bloodshed, and no reward for ambition,” the soul of Marcus Anthonius said. “Blood, if spilled, should be to further change and growth and might, not to enable the status quo.”
“There is unity in Rome now, it is remade in my vision,” argued dead Cicero.
“Your vision? Acidic saliva, tongue as a sword, words like a siege engine? Three quarters of the deaths are due to you, you silly old man!” It seems Octavian, while dead, acts his age.
“Silence boy,” Brutus growled. “At the least, the Republic exists still, but it lacks passion and defenders and its most noble souls have destroyed each other. I knew I was doomed, though.”
“I told all of you, we shouldn’t have focused so much on the Julii. But you lot wouldn’t hear reason.” Casca seems a tad bit miserable. “If only Longinus had lived…”
“Aye,” Brutus answers. “Our very own tiger, a predator.”
Longinus says nothing. He seems mute. Has seemed that for a long time, actually.
“Well, look at us,” Casca sighs. “At the least, we made history.”
The paper is crumpled up, the pen thrown aside. This… mockery will not do. Besides, there are more important things to do. Like consoling the young wife of a well known senator….
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 12 January 2009 - 10:45 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.