BIONICLE Mafia XXII: Karneval der Toten

[Makuta Luroka]

*Cocks head to the side*

So... Lucina, unit... how does it feel to know the mafia will win? 

It's almost like the game was rigged...

[Ehksidian]

 

*Cocks head to the side*

So... Lucina, unit... how does it feel to know the mafia will win? 

It's almost like the game was rigged...

 

Yeah, and rigged games aren't fun for anyone, Luroka.

Which is why I did my best to throw a monkey wrench in as many gears as possible.

[Voltex]

 

 

*Cocks head to the side*

So... Lucina, unit... how does it feel to know the mafia will win? 

It's almost like the game was rigged...

 

Yeah, and rigged games aren't fun for anyone, Luroka.

Which is why I did my best to throw a monkey wrench in as many gears as possible.

 

 

My monkey wrench was killing Luroka

 

It has so far worked perfectly

[Ehksidian]

My monkey wrench was killing Luroka

 

It has so far worked perfectly

and i love you for that jim.

[Makuta Luroka]

 

 

 

*Cocks head to the side*

So... Lucina, unit... how does it feel to know the mafia will win? 

It's almost like the game was rigged...

 

Yeah, and rigged games aren't fun for anyone, Luroka.

Which is why I did my best to throw a monkey wrench in as many gears as possible.

 

 

My monkey wrench was killing Luroka

 

It has so far worked perfectly

Your monkey wrench was killing me with the same means I had intended to kill you by. I cannot say I hadn't seen it coming.

[Quisoves Potoo]

So, whats the status on this?

[Voltex]

Well, presumably we're lynching Jag and RG, who did not vote, is also going to die. Other than that... I have no idea.

[Chro]

i think that the status of luroka should be silent since his other status is dead

[Quisoves Potoo]

Vierter Tag

 

It was midday, despite all earthly evidence to the contrary. Five days ago, there would have been the sundry casual sounds of the tranquil villagers. Alas, their birdsong had been stolen away, a changeling cacophony in its place.

At the center of this hubbub was the unfortunate JAG18. "Kill him! Kill the traitor!" bayed that most insatiable of beasts, the mobulus vulgus. "Bisect him! Behead him! Tear him limb from limb! Toll his knell with a funeral bell! Slagt ham! Slagt ham! Slagt ham! Slagt ham! Slagt ham! Slagt ham! Slagt ham!"

 

As he was led on, solemnly, knowingly, inevitably, the sun glinted off the condemned's Kanohi, outlining the sable strip that blinded him.

 

He approached the gallows. They were impeccably clean, as was the rest of the Village.  It was like a candy apple whose core had rotted away, but whose exterior remained enticing. Not that he could see this, at the moment. He could, however, feel the rough hands of the two Matoran who escorted him up the wooden steps. As his foot made contact with the floor, he shuddered.

 

The noose was lowered slowly round the neck of JAG18. Ever more slowly, in fact. Everything seemed to be grinding to a halt. And then, the rope was cut. So stunned were the assembled Villagers that they failed to immediately register the figure responsible. Nor did his identity make the task any easier.

With a stern, commanding stare, Portalfig pointed his sickle at the mob.
"Isvand i blodet!"

 

A silent minute elapsed.

Finally, Voltex spoke up.

"But, you're... dead!"

"yo dude. i don't die. just slowly fading away is how i roll."
"So JAG is innocent?" Dragon.star spoke up.

"yo, don't you see? y'all are nice guys. the mafia is a part all of you. hanging dudes ain't the way to go. you must deny your bloodlust. you thought RG was being silly, not voting. no, he saw the way. and so must you."
The crowd blinked.

"don't you see, you've won! the mafia is no more! you have overcome your dark side! aren't you happy?"
The assembled Matoran seemed to mull over this. Then they broke out into a cheer.

"Huzzzah!"

 

"of course," added Portal, "this was just the pre-game ii. you've still got lots of playing to do. but that is yet to come. in the meantime be happy all – the feast is spread before ye; fear nothing, but enjoy yourselves, i pray! eat, aye, and drink – be merry, i implore ye, for once let thoughtless folly rule the day."

 

https://ia601006.us.archive.org/22/items/GILBERTSULLIVANTheSorcerer1953-NEWTRANSFER/17.%20Now%20to%20the%20banquet%20we%20press.mp3

https://ia601006.us.archive.org/22/items/GILBERTSULLIVANTheSorcerer1953-NEWTRANSFER/18.%20Be%20happy%20all--the%20feast%20is%20spread%20before%20ye.mp3

 

And so it was that the jolliest midday ever came to be. No one could mistake it for anything else.

 

Finis, in uno modo, sed non in ceteris.

 

JAG18, elected Villager of the Month.

 

Roles will be distributed shortly.

[Taka Nuvia]

...does Quisoves run the game now or did I just witness somevery elaborate filler? (either way, nice)

[Quisoves Potoo]

...does Quisoves run the game now or did I just witness somevery elaborate filler? (either way, nice)

In point of fact, I'm not quite sure. I still haven't fully recovered from last night's (or was it Sunday's?) party. I seem to recall that Burn bribed me with the Complete Postcard... Which would mean that I gave him my address.  I'm not sure what to think about that. But then, I also remember a sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice, and an Ethiopian lady playing a weird stringed instrument.

 

So I may be conflating my memories.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Quisoves Potoo

[Portalfig]

10/10 fake scene

 

almost as good as mine

[Quisoves Potoo]

On a more serious note, it's been a week since the last scene. While this is hardly an outrageous amount of time to wait, it is a while, and we can't delay Red Sea indefinitely. As cruelly appropriate at it would be for this to end the same way as as XVII, I'm not the cruel type and think it would be a shame for that to happen. But needs must when Karzahni drives.

So, how many days should we give this?

[Voltex]

Two more days.

[Quisoves Potoo]

Two more days.

This seems reasonable.

[ToaKapura1234]

Starting the next one doesn't mean ending this one. We've overlapped games before.

[Quisoves Potoo]

Starting the next one doesn't mean ending this one. We've overlapped games before.

It's best not to, however. The two-game system is one of the reasons that Mafia has thrived in G&T. Letting games pop up willy-nilly risks dividing folks' attention, to the detriment of all.

 

That said, this game is essentially over, so Burn can write the conclusion whenever he likes. But the attention of the players will be elsewhere. We are extending a courtesy to him by not letting Xae start Red Sea yet.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Quisoves Potoo

[ToaKapura1234]

There's a line between willy nilly and extreme circumstances.

[Quisoves Potoo]

There's a line between willy nilly and extreme circumstances.

As I said

 

This game is essentially over, so Burn can write the conclusion whenever he likes. But the attention of the players will be elsewhere. We are extending a courtesy to him by not letting Xae start Red Sea yet.

 

 

[Voltex]

Like I said, give it two more days.

[Rahkshi Guurahk]

I vote Jag if I can.

 

 

>.>

<.<

 

Why couldn't I have a Band Trip in peace? =P

[Burnmad]

We are extending a courtesy to him by not letting Xae start Red Sea yet.

 

It's not a courtesy, you'll just make me feel bad that I haven't done it yet, on account of having kept everyone waiting for 23. =P

 

That said, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to top Quisoves' scene, but I'll try my darnedest.

 

You can expect it by tomorrow night. (But I swear I'm starting it right now)

 

*Snaps fingers*

[Burnmad]

^{Editor's note: In an effort to reduce negativity, words that might be interpreted as "insulting" or "violent" have been replaced with friendly substitutes. Go HAVE AN EXCELLENT DAY!}

 

Tag Vier

 

He never stood a chance.

 

The town never stood a chance.

 

Voted to be lynched by an overwhelming majority, JAG18 was brought before the crowd. "You killed Portal!" They shouted like SILLIES. JAG looked upon them with eyes full of contempt. "You COOL DUDES," he growled. "This is the last mistake this town will ever make. You all must be the LEAST PERCEPTIVE village I have ever seen... Did you not even see that iBrow slipped? He made it clear that he had known Shadowhawk was the Turaga, before his role was even revealed. You'd have to be VISUALLY IMPAIRED not to have noticed. And yet, not a one of you did. Nor did any of you have the backbone to think freely during this lynching. Instead, you all just bandwagoned me, like CUTE, FLUFFY RUMINANTS."

 

His speech fell upon deaf ears; the town was still convinced of his guilt. The SILLY mob surged forward, intent upon taking his life. But he did not afford them the opportunity. Pulling out a handgun, he raised it to his temple and SQUIRTED HIMSELF WITH WATER, AS IT WAS CLEARLY A SQUIRT GUN.

 

JAG18, Forger, DRENCHED.

 

The reaction was immediate. With great alacrity, Voltex, Unit, Blade and Chro all produced WATER PISTOLS from within their jackets, training them upon whichever Villager was nearest. Finding himself at the point of Voltex's SQUIRT GUN, RG bowed his head sorrowfully. "I feared this might happen..." He muttered to himself. "Talon... It is time for us to act, one last time..." The NERF SWORD emerged from its sheath like lightning, swiftly lopping off iBrow's HAT. The Hex fell to the ground, TO PICK UP HIS HAT. RG leaped towards Unit, but the Recorder moved out of the way just in time, and managed to keep his vitals from being NABBED. The Potoo moved to finish him off, but Chro's SQUIRT GUN was faster. The JET OF WATER flew from the barrel with a loud SQUIRTING SOUND and slammed into the Potoo's chest. With his heart BROKEN, RG sunk to the ground, coating the street with his TEARS.

 

"Talon..." RG breathed, his CONSCIOUSNESS slipping away as he neared BLISSFUL SLEEP. With a final, mournful cry of "MOOOOOOOM", he ceased to BE AWAKE.

 

RG, Potoo, MOOOOOOOM.

 

And yet, the town's sorrows had only just begun. The Abductor cracked a grin as he turned to face Voxumo and Zakaro. The former stared right back, face set in a frown. "You double-crossed me," was all he said. "Yep," Chro confirmed. "What can I say? We're the NOT-GOOD guys. If it helps, we'll be DOUSING Zakaro right after you." With that, he raised the WATER PISTOL and pulled the trigger twice more, dropping the pair of Feuders in rapid succession. Their last words to each other were far too graphic to be included here, even after editing, so suffice it to say that they didn't care for each other much.

 

"Next!" The Mafioso called, perhaps a bit more into it than Blade or the injured Unit. Picking the person who was trying the hardest to escape notice, he strode up to Dragon.star, thrusting his SQUIRT GUN against the Astrologer's head. "I predicted this would happen," Dragon.star mumbled as he cowered in the street. Chro's smirk deepened. "Last I recall, you never predicted anything." A fourth SQUIRTING SOUND rang out as he pulled the trigger again.

 

Turning next to Toa Chuck, the Abductor gestured to the door of a nearby building. "To achieve a proper sense of irony, I would like you to be holding that door open when we SQUIRT you. Comply, and I'll finish it with one SQUIRT, instead of taking it slow." "D-door?" Asked the Agent. "I don't get it."

 

"You don't have to get it." Chro snapped. Chuck, paralyzed with fear, still did not move. The Mafioso took a quick look at his watch, and put two JETS OF WATER into the Matoran's chest.

 

Just then, Unit began to rave, violently swinging his WATER PISTOL around. It would seem that the Potoo's blade had been coated with some sort of FRUIT JUICE. Calmly walking up to his friend, Chro raised his SQUIRT GUN to the Recorder's head, with the intent of CURING HIM. He pulled the trigger.

 

Click.

 

Click.

 

"..." Chro remained silent as he realized his mistake. Distracted by the joy he gained from DOUSING the Villagers, he had emptied his TANK. No more WATER remained in his SQUIRT GUN. Unit's TANK, however, was still quite full. Rendered fully mad by the FRUIT JUICE, he emptied it into Chro. Blade raised her gun, taking three shots to finally hit Unit-- what would you expect? Her name was Blade, after all.

 

Despite all of the unexpected losses the Mafia had sustained, they still won. Ironically, the Mafioso whose primary purpose was to die, had been the one to survive to the end. Looking around at everyone who had fallen, she shook her head.

 

"And nothing of value was lost."

 

With those words as the Village's collective epitaph, Blade departed from the Village. And eventually died of old age.

 

You may have won this round, Mafia. But you can't escape death in the end! Remember that, you cheeky sons of guns!

 

(Hey guys I finished it early)

 

*Snaps fingers*

[Blessed Blade]

That was amazing. ^^

 

And, yeah, I'm finding the irony in winning by actually surviving to the end of the actual game to be quite hilarious, given I was supposed to die like round 1 or two, because you lot killed the Necromancer. =P

[Voltex]

It's a good thing it was just my hat. I was able to play dead on the ground, and thus avoided certain doom. I am also grateful that I discovered the secret to eternal life immediately afterwards.

 

Ah, the taste of victory. It is sweet indeed. Goodbye, mafia. If ever we do meet again, you shall indeed rue the day.

 

Adios.

Edited April 16, 2015 by Lucina

[Quisoves Potoo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YclHUDG4dUI

 

Yay team?

 

Despite my comrades HAVING CREATIVE DIFFERENCES WITH me, and despite them doing their darnedest to MAKE THE VILLAGERS SEE HOW NICE I AM,we still triumphed.

 

UMPH!

UMPH!

UMPH!

 

I just hope they realize that I wasn't INVITING THE VILLAGE TO TEA.

Not to be NOT CHEERY, mind you. I can't expect everyone to conform to my wishes.

And the fact remains, we won. So good game!

 

 

By the way, we knew all the roles before Day 3 was over. It was just a matter of which order to kill them in.

Also, this has to be my favorite concluding scene yet. Kudos!

[Voxumo]

Well, twas a disappointing turn of events. I could have cared less who won or lost, but I was honestly hoping to get zakaro lynched at he finale, but alas it didn't work out. 

 

As I said earlier, I'm glad I wasn't technically part of this village... oh this village.

[Trijhak]

FINAL JUDGEMENT: The Mafia is innocent of killing the village. They also made me rich in the afterlife, which is totally unrelated.

 

The Village... is GUILTY of: TREASON, MURDER, IRRATIONALITY, DYING, LIVING, BREATHING, VOTE RIGGING, BEING JUDGED, and EXISTING! Oh, and lynching me. Henceforth, this village shall never exist again. If it does, vengeance shall rain down upon you all in the form of angry, animate clown bonkles.

[Chro]

Sons of squirt guns, you mean.

[Shadowhawk]

Awesome, a Mafia win!

[Makuta Luroka]

YES! YES! I PLANNED IT FROM THE BEGINNING! I COULDN'T HAVE MY OWN VICTORY, SO I'D STACKED THE ODDS IN THE FAVOR OF THE MAFIA! BOW TO YOUR GOD!

 

That was fun

[Rahkshi Guurahk]

Wow, Burn even knew I was going to betray Voltex and I's alliance in the morning I I lived, judging by the scene. =P

[Taka Nuvia]

Congratulations to the mafia, then!

[Quisoves Potoo]

Congratulations to the mafia, then!

Thanks!

 

 

 

 

Yay team?

 

Despite my comrades HAVING CREATIVE DIFFERENCES WITH me, and despite them doing their darnedest to MAKE THE VILLAGERS SEE HOW NICE I AM,we still triumphed.

 

UMPH!

UMPH!

UMPH!

 

I just hope they realize that I wasn't INVITING THE VILLAGE TO TEA.

 

Not to be NOT CHEERY, mind you. I can't expect everyone to conform to my wishes.

And the fact remains, we won. So good game!

 

By the way, I didn't come across as bitter, did I? I apologize if I overstepped my bounds. I was simply giving my perspective. I had no intention of bad-mouthing my teammates, but in retrospect, I fear (in my typically obsessive, oversensitive way) that I may have seemed that way.

[Chro]

No, you're fine. We were being relatively NOT CHEERY when we basically left you out to die.

[Burnmad]

Wow, Burn even knew I was going to betray Voltex and I's alliance in the morning I I lived, judging by the scene. =P

 

I was pretty much privy to most every thought going through every player's head for most of the game. =P

 

No, you're fine. We were being relatively NOT CHEERY when we basically left you out to die.

 

Tell me you'll stop doing this when Wind closes the thread

 

*Snaps fingers*

[ToaKapura1234]

Never.

[Quisoves Potoo]

What, never?

[Hitoshura]

NEVER

[Burnmad]

Welp, I've reported this thread to be closed so I might finally start living down the last scene.

 

Also, first post was updated post-game. I don't think that's ever happened before in a Mafia game, before it was closed, haha.

 

Anyway, this will, hopefully, have been a learning experience for all. I hope the Villagers have learned that they need to put more thought into their lynchings... I hope the Mafiosi have learned the true meaning of friendship, teamwork, and GLORIOUS BLOODSHED... I hope the third parties have learned that there should really be more third parties.

 

Most of all, I hope that everyone learned that they really liked at least a couple of the new roles I implemented! =P We should discuss in the main Mafia thread which ones ought to return in the future.

 

*Snaps fingers*