90's Action Hero Mafia - Game Over - Mafia Wins

[Ironeyes]

What's my excuse then? I'm not a woman

[Nynaeve]

2 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

What's my excuse then? I'm not a woman

 

menopause?

[Ithillian Turambar]

Yeah no it's fine. It's not gonna be my decision to make anyways. All I can do is show everything I've been doing throughout the whole game. 

 

I would like to point out that I did a heck of a lot of work to prove that DPR made a mistake about Heavy slipping up about the Condemner role. I think Zander claimed that effort too lol

 

Here I am actively making sure a person I viewed as Town doesn't get lynched, instead of a person I was already suspicious of. I was voting Tigs at the time.

 

On 4/24/2025 at 11:56 PM, Ithillian Turambar said:

Unvote

 

Vote Ed.

 

I'm not leaving a Tied Vote on DPR

 

And I remembered seeing this at the time and thinking yes hes the feckin GF! But it's taken me a while to go back through and find it. 

 

On 4/22/2025 at 3:02 AM, dicetosser1 said:

 

ooohh look who realised what I said…

 

well that’s seems stupid. All you do is get your cop lynched and then have to lynch the gf afterwards

 

 

doing the mafias work for them are we?

 

On 4/22/2025 at 1:11 PM, Nynaeve said:

 

You're talking as if you know Verb is town

 

On 4/22/2025 at 1:47 PM, dicetosser1 said:

thougbt I’d quoted this

 

your right it does read that way but i dont know what verbal is. 
 

when I wrote it I wrote it as speaking to a town about a theory not as speaking to a town verb.  But you’re not going to know that the way it is written I admit

 

So I would like to again that there is no plan of mine that could ever have made Dice do alll the things hes done this game. Unless I have Jedi mind powers.

 

And I'm sorry I left it so late but Dice was very very clear that I would be Lynched.

 

But I found Tigs, and I thought she might be Mafia but there was the possibility that she was 3rd party. She turned out to be 3rd Party so I unvoted while the numbers were checked. Then I re-voted her.

 

I had to wait. because there was another Mafia we hadn't found, cos I knew Dice was mafia, and we couldn't make any mistakes.

 

Nyn felt Key might be Mafia and I'd said that I'd be able to resolve the Key slot later. i wanted to stay alive and check Key because that would give Town the absolute win. 

 

And I found Key and voted her. And I claimed then so you knew it was an actual view, because if we got it wrong we would lose. And it didn't matter to me whether we Lynched Key or Dice.

 

 

[dicetosser1]

It very much DID matter to you that key got lynched before me.

 

thats why you just threw me in in the last line saying you don’t care. Didn’t mention lynching me except in a throw away line

 

you couldn’t afford me to be lynched before key cause then your whole gambit falls apart

 

@Nynaeve and @Ironeyes  wanna know what the frustration is?  This games been going for over two weeks and I’ve spent all but what? 48? 72 hrs of that fighting with people to believe the truth. We need ONE lynch and it’s right out in the open for once and you still won’t believe me! I’ve sat here and told the truth all game. I didn’t get any of the belief a normal cop claim in the same situation usually gets. Don’t know why. I went from 2 to 4 votes for no actual good reasons I tried breadcrumb it during this to stop it but they didn’t listen and then had to claim. And instantly had people calling for their to be a cc. Like wtf?. What was I sposed to do? Let the cop just die without claiming?

 

so what did I do that you wouldn’t have in the same situation? Hmm? Ithi goes on about being on lynches. I voted marsh for self preservation. Would you have done differently?

I DID do differently last game and I got bitched at for giving up and it allowed scum to live. I won’t be doing it again.

 

ed. He went from not even on the board to being the lunch. So yeah the speed of it worried me.  Someone asked why he didn’t claimed cop? Cause I was right there and I wouldn’t have been holding ANYTHING up ih he did that and he knew it.

 

then he claims doc.  And I go hold up.

 

i will ask again. Would you have done differently? Rand wouldn’t and didn’t but I and you had no way of knowing it wasn’t true.

 

heavy lunch was just crap all around

 

and I was voting key because I thought she was the deep wolf. Oh and look! She was!  I did my job. I viewed her n2. If not for the end I would have proven my role and then I’d have been killed probably and this whole thing doesn’t happen.

 

the ONLY excuse for not strongmanning me n1 is to set me up. It’s the only excuse because I’m not scum I AM the cop.

 

you two seriously need to get onboard with that or else the scum are going to win.

[Darthe]

The sun dipped behind the ridge, spilling its last light across the snow like blood on linen. Inside the cabin, the survivors settled into a cautious rhythm. No one dared to speak of sleep, but weariness had begun to draw lines across every face.

"Where do we go from here?" Sergeant Jacobs asked. He'd been pretty quiet since their arrival, but now, as he looked around the room, he saw that these men had too much history to take the next step. He continued, "Jacoby and I—we're in this now, for better or worse. You lot know there's a third imposter among you, but from what I can tell, none of you have a clear idea who it is. So I wanna know how this thing is supposed to end. Last man standing really doesn't work for me."

Gump raked a hand through his hair and pushed off the wall. He started to pace while talking. "No, no one here wants that. It always ends up with more of us dead than have to be. Frankly, I can't keep my head on straight. It's been a week of too little sleep, too many hardships. We trained for this, but training doesn't prevent exhaustion, it just teaches you how to handle it. Much as I hate to admit it, I think I'm gonna keep going in circles if I don't get at least a little shut-eye. But I know that's exactly what one of you is waiting for." He glared at the other two.

"You talkin' to me?" Slacks said. "Me, who was hung? Me, who brought the USB with all the info you've been working off of? I have put damned everything on the line for this, and I'm NOT—"

"—You're not the bad guy," John said, holding up a hand to cut off the explosion. "Yeah, you've got a strong case, Slacks. I was there to help cut you down, which means I didn't hang you. I was abandoned by the team for a while, which means I wasn't part of the kills. Hell, ask either of them." He gestured at the two cops. "If I were bad, I'd have left their bodies in a ditch on the way here—they're pure risk for the imposter."

Gump jumped in. "So you think I'm the killer?" he said, outraged.

"No." John was quick to shake his head. "That's the problem. I don't think it of either of you—or you, Blue—but it has to be true of someone. I wish I could say I thought it was Sprout, but there's not a chance. She cracked this thing wide open for us before leaving the mission. What's more... if Hammer didn't have an ally in here to protect, he'd have bombed this cabin as quick as he did the cars."

Blue was nodding along. He didn't speak much, but when he did it was always important. "You're the leader, Bedrock. Whatta you want to do?" Jacobs realized he'd never heard John's codename before. Bedrock. Someone solid, immovable. A foundation on which you could build something meant to last. Good qualities for a leader.

"I want us to take our time. We're not in any rush, and with time on our side, we can dig back through the intel, figure out if there are any pieces missing. The officers over here are a real tool in our arsenal, as we know they can watch our backs when we're not able to watch each other's."

"Unless you're the imposter, and they're both plants," Blue said.

John sighed. "That's a fair point. I tell you what. Let's split things up. There are six of us. We need sleep. We'll keep four awake while two sleep, and the officers and I won't be together in those shifts. Everyone sleeps in the common area. Six hours of rest each, and by tomorrow we'll all be in a better spot to move forward. Do we agree?"

Reluctant nods all around. No one argued.

The hours that followed felt like the last gasp before being pulled underwater. Jacobs didn't sleep well in the six hours he and Gump got, but they did rest. When he woke up, rounding out the final shift, everyone was still alive, and they all looked as sharp as if they'd spent a week on vacation. There was an investigation board set up across the coffee table, tracking timelines and denoting information. John and Blue were combing through it while Slacks ran over the computer files again. Jacoby was trying to help as best he could, bringing the group coffee, but his eyebrows were trying to climb into his hairline. Jacobs felt horrible for getting him into this mess, and he had no idea how to get the kid out of it.

Slacks drew everyone's attention with a couple snaps of his fingers.

“There’s something buried deeper here,” he said.

John glanced up from the document he was pointing at. “On the USB? We already combed it.”

“You combed the surface,” Slacks said without looking up. “But this drive’s military-issue. It’s not what’s on it that worries me—it’s what they hid. I've been tracking Sprout's actions in the drive and some of her activities regard files that are missing. Deleted.”

His fingers moved fast, running a low-level command script to search for encrypted volumes. A hidden partition blinked onto the screen. “There you are—” He grinned.

On the screen a bar came up. File size: 22 GB. Recovery percentage: 0%. Estimated wait time: 51 hours. Slacks watched for a moment, and the estimated wait time ticked up to 52 hours.

"Do we have a full PC somewhere?" he sighed. "I need something faster."

"Upstairs in my quarters," Gump said.

Slacks pulled the drive out of the port and motioned for the others to follow. Upstairs, Gump helped him get logged in.

"I'm trying to recover those deleted files now, but I think this may be the lead we needed.” That same recovery bar came up, showing 0%. Estimated wait time, 20 hours. And then it ticked to 1%.

"Well, it's better than nothing. What we can do is we can all stay downstairs and let it run its course. As it's doing so, I can set it to open the files—at least to let us see the file names—as they populate." He didn't wait for a response.

A pause. The drive spun up. A file structure appeared on screen—simple, clean, titled plainly: PROJECT ROCKY – APRIL 10.  

The week they’d been brought together.

Slacks exhaled, relaxed slightly. “Looks legit—”

He scratched his arm absently. Then his jaw. Then his neck.

Blue stepped forward. “You alright?”

Slacks rubbed harder at his neck, the itch spreading. Then he stumbled, like the floor shifted under him. “I—” Slacks blinked rapidly. “I—”

His laptop crashed to the floor. His body followed.

Gump and Blue rushed to his side, but John stopped them short with a barked order. “Don’t touch him!”

Everyone froze. Slacks was convulsing now, spasming against the wood floor. Foam began to seep from the corners of his mouth. His eyes locked on John’s—wild, panicked—then stilled.

Jacobs crouched next to the body, his voice low. “What the hell just happened?”

John didn’t answer. He walked to the PC, took a long look at the drive still in the port. Then he turned to the group.

"Does anyone have a glove?" he asked. They didn't, so he grabbed a pencil off the desk and wiped the eraser against the USB. It shone a bit when he held it up to the light.

“That USB was poisoned,” he said. “Topical toxin. Absorbed through the skin.”

Jacoby’s voice cracked. “You think it was meant for him?”

John shrugged. "It could've been meant for any of us."

"Why the USB though?"

John stared down at the motionless body. “Someone knew we’d go back to it. Someone who wanted the rest of the truth to stay buried.”

He stood slowly, scanning the faces of the others.

“They didn’t need to know what was on the drive. Just who might keep looking.”

 

Nynaeve - Lee - Jackie Chan - Rush Hour, Town Vanilla has been killed.

It is now Day six.  It is LYLO.  You have 48 hours. 

[Ithillian Turambar]

Vote Dice

[Darthe]

Official Vote Count

Dice: (1/2): Ithi

Not Voting
Dice, Marsh2

With 3 alive it takes 2 to lynch.

Deadline is 5/5/2025 at 8PM EST

[Ithillian Turambar]

Oh. So now you can do VCs lol

[Ithillian Turambar]

1 hour ago, dicetosser1 said:

the ONLY excuse for not strongmanning me n1 is to set me up. It’s the only excuse because I’m not scum I AM the cop.

Or what actually happened,  which is that you got run up. Said no, don't do this, don't vote me blah blah and fake claimed Cop with 2 minutes to go because they'd nailed you as Mafia on Day 1. 

 

I'm going to bed.

[dicetosser1]

VOTE ITHI

 

 

you really DO need to vote ithi Marsh.  For real

[Ironeyes]

I think Nyn and I were on the same wavelength. She went hard at dice while I intentionally steel manned his case. My hope was that whichever of us died would give a clue into which cop is the real one. 

 

Occam's Razor already favored Ithi as the real cop, because her story doesn't require any unrealistic assumptions about why the night kills went the way they did. Me not being shot after spending the whole night phase acting like I might not believe Ithi also favors her story. If she were scum, killing me is an instant win. Nyn would immediately vote dice, if you believe what she said during the night phase. 

 

Instead, Nyn was the shot. 

[Ironeyes]

I'm confident on this. 
 

Vote Dice.

[dicetosser1]

Congratulations

 

mafia just won.

[Darthe]

Ya know, I was hoping we'd take some time, get together, have a laugh.  But no.  You guys want me to write half a novel over 4 pages of this game 🤣That's a lynch, scene will be in a few hours. 

[Darthe]

FINAL Vote Count

Dice (2/2): Ithi, Marsh2
Ithi (1/2): Dice

Not Voting


That's a lynch!

[Darthe]

We're gonna end this game with Zander having the most posts. 

He joined the game partway through day two.

 

He died night three.

[keyholder21]

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Edited May 4 by keyholder21
Didn't mean to post on this thread. So sorry!

[Darthe]

John was draping a sheet over the body when Blue spoke.  

 

"We can't sit here any longer.  We don't know what sort of booby traps this place might have, or what opportunities might give the killer the last chance they need. It's time to act."  

 

John exhaled sharply.  "We do anything stupid now and we could screw it all up.  That drive - whatever's on it - it's the last piece."

 

"No." Jacobs said from the doorway.  "We're all targets.  No way to know if we've won or lost until it's already over.  I've been thinking on this and I've got an idea."

 

Everyone turned.  

 

"Let the kid go." He said.  "He takes the drive.  We wrap it in a towel or something so no one has to touch it.  Hammer's vehicle is the only one left, Jacoby takes it.  We're left stranded, he's headed out in a direction to somewhere we don't know, and he has the evidence that puts this bastard away no matter what.  Besides that, he's got no stakes here."

 

Jacoby started to speak, but then stopped.  He looked around at all of them.  One by one they nodded.  

 

"How do I use this info to most harm the Agency?" He asked.  Brave kid.  

 

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself." Said Gump.  "No way for you to know if any contact we give you is gonna get you killed."  

 

A beat, and then Jacobs fetched a few zip-lock baggies.  Jacoby took the USB out using the zip-locks like a glove, and sealed it away inside.   With that, they led the kid outside to the Jeep.  The three soldiers gave the vehicle a once over to ensure it wasn't rigged, before tossing the keys over to Jacoby.  

 

Jacobs was talking. "Don't stop unless you have to.  Radio silence.  Keep your phone off, but you have my number if you absolutely need me.  I won't call you, not even if I'd die otherwise.  You text me, and tell me where to go when the time is right.  Don't be there, but be sure you can watch wherever you send me."  Jacobs gave him a solemn nod.  "Good luck kid."  And with that, he left.  

 

They listened to the engine roll into the snow-dusted distance.  Then, just the wind.  

 

"So," John said, voice low.  "What now?"  

 

The four of them were sat around the living room table.  A gun sat in the middle, out of everyone's reach.  Their other weapons had been put away. A warm fire crackled to Jacobs right, and a stuffed bear snarled at him from the far wall.

 

"Now we make a decision." He said. "Not who dies, but who lives.  I intend to live.  If John and I were working together, we'd have offed both of you when Jacoby left.  You know I'm reasonably not a part of your game."  But he didn't make a move to grab the pistol.

 

John leaned forward.  "You're thinking like a cop.  You've gotta think like a survivor.  Right Blue?"  Blue frowned at that.  From the little bit Jacobs had gathered Blue was a cop, when not on duty.  

 

Well, I've been thinking a lot, and I think I caught something.  Sending the kid away, that was smart.  That comment about not calling though, that made me think... How did Hammer know not to come back?  That we were all here wasn't any indicator that his cover was blown.  I'd suspected Slacks might be in on it, but if he coated that drive in poison there's no way he'd have touched it, he would've known better.  So I searched Hammer's vehicle while we were out there, and look what I found.  He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, one very different from Hummingbird's.  As he turned it towards them they could all see an SMS on the screen.  It was gibberish to Jacobs, but the other two seemed to understand it as a code.  

 

"Im gonna call this number now, "John said. "And if it rings we might get to the bottom of this thing."  He dialed.  From Blue's pocket a dial tone rang out.  His head snapped to the sound and straight back up at John.  He moved like a whiplash for the gun on the table, but John was ready.  Stuffing exploded out from the pocket of his jacket as he fired three rounds from a hidden pistol, dropping Blue like a rock.  Jacobs and Gump had both shot out of their chairs as well, shocked at the sudden violence.  

 

"What in the hell was that?" Gump roared.  

 

"Sorry Gump, I knew it wasn't me that did this." Said John.  He stood to watch Blue, but as he breathed his last no changes came over his body.  John pulled the pistol out of his jacket and pointed it at Gump.  "I know the officer has nothing to do with this, but why didn't Blue change Gump?  Did you get clever and dump your phone off on him?"  He nudged the barrel towards Blue.  "Search him.  Now!"  

 

Gump started rifling through Blue's jacket.  Jacobs walked over and picked up the other gun, also taking aim at Gump.  As they watched him rifle through, Gumps movements began to get frantic.  "I didn't do anything." he kept saying.  After seconds that felt like eternity, he stopped, and slowly pulled something out of Blue's pocket.  A small vial, something that could've once contained some sort of poison.  He gave a shaky laugh as he held it up.  

 

John smiled at him, lowering his gun.  "Guess they're not all so old." He laughed.  They all did, it was the sort of infectious euphoria that comes from survival.  Jacobs tossed his gun down on the couch, relief coming with an exhaustion so complete it was hard to hold his arms up.  

 

"I can't believe we survived," Gump said through the last of his chuckles.  "We've got a lot of work ahead still John.  Jacobs, you're alright too.  We'd love to have you.  It's been a hell of an introduction to our work though, everything's been misdirection.  Twist the story enough and suddenly you don't know who you're chasing."

 

John chuckled.  "Yeah.  Greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."  

 

"The Usual Suspects again?" Gump said.  "John's our trivia buff.  Loves that damn movie."

 

Jacobs froze.  Something was off. "That's not what you said last time." He said to John.  

 

John tilted his head. "What?"  

 

"In the interrogation room.  You talked about that movie, but said it was about a guy getting revenge on rival gangs."

 

Gump interjected. "No, no.  That's the fake story the main character makes up.  The movie is about Keyser Soze spinning a tale so good he gets off scot-free.  He..." Gump went silent, eyes flicking back and forth between John and Jacobs.  He licked his lips.  "He set the whole thing up."

 

Jacobs jumped as a bullet went through Gumps head.  

 

"I was soo close." John said, pointing his gun at Jacobs.  "I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative.  Not a lot to ask.  I've been your white knight Jacobs.  Sad to see it end... But you're good, I'll give ya that...  Hands up."  Jacob complied.  

 

As Johns continued to speak Jacob was fitting pieces together, things he'd ignored for the read he got on John.  John hadn't flinched at the station using VHS for their recordings, though VHS was ancient.  He didn't seem to care about who triggered the bomb that took out Dusty.  How did they find a police file on him if he said the team didn't have files?  It washed over him in a wave, every stone he'd left unturned, every chance he didn't take.  

 

"Why?"  It was all he could say.  His legs felt weak.  

 

He dropped back on the couch, hands still above his head.  The couch with the gun.  He realized.  As John spoke, Jacobs rolled around slightly, searching for the pistol.  There!  He could feel something hard poking into his shoulder blade. He went to scratch his back, but John seemed to notice something was off.   He raised his arms straight, barrel pointed directly at Jacobs.  

 

"Hands on the back of your head Sergeant!" He yelled, waving the barrel for emphasis.  Slowly Jacobs raised them both to the back of his head.  The gun was right there.  

 

"You really wanna know why?"  John asked.  "It's not that hard, to be honest.  The new guys, they're all veritable superheroes.  I mean, did you see them?  Our competition became roided out, plot armored, nonsense.  In my day, NORMAL MEN did the extraordinary.  That's what made the 80's.  These young guys went through tribulation because they felt the need to mimic us.  It's pathetic."  

 

John's eyes flicked down to the bodies.  Now or never.  Jacobs whipped his hand to the pistol, pulled it overhead, and felt a shock as two rounds ripped through his chest.  

 

John walked up, moving the pistol away.  "Yeah, I tried that one before, a long time ago." 

"This saddens me Jacobs, you and Jacoby were good dudes...  I gotta confess, before I planted the phone and the vial I did put some of that poison on the kids steering wheel...  Sorry buddy, but as I'm always telling my team... It's just business."

...........He shook his head. "I'll make it quick."

 

John raised his gun one last time and pulled the trigger.

Edited May 4 by Darthe

[Darthe]

dicetosser1 - Johnny Utah - Keanu Reeves - Point Break, Town Cop has been lynched.

Ironeyes(2) - Richard Kimble - Harrison Ford - The Fugitive, Town Vanilla has been killed.

 

 

[Darthe]

Game Over.  Mafia Wins. 

 

Congratulations to:

Ithillian Turambar - John McClane - Bruce Willis - Die Hard, Mafia Godfather

keyholder21 - John Rambo - Sylvester Stallone - First Blood, Mafia Roleblocker

ed2funy - Terminator - Arnold Schwarzenegger - Terminator, Mafia Goon

 

 

 

Link to the Game Doc

Thanks everyone for playing.  I hope you all had fun, it was a real treasure to get to mod for you again!

Edited May 4 by Darthe

[Clovdyx]

Gg all, well played mafia

[Ithillian Turambar]

 

Thank you team.

 

Sorry Town.

 

Good game everyone.

[Ithillian Turambar]

Thank you so much for running this game Darthe. It was a great set up and theme. I liked your scenes.

 

I'm super tired now.

[Turin Turambar]

Great game Darthe. Good playing everyone. Congratulations on an amazing victory mafia. 

 

 

[Ithillian Turambar]

14 hours ago, dicetosser1 said:

you couldn’t afford me to be lynched before key cause then your whole gambit falls apart

Fyi... if you had been Lynched first we wouldn't have needed to do anything else because we would have just won.

 

 

I'm sorry we can't let you see the discord chat. It lends itself to very easy communication and so there's an awful lot of personal stuff in there that's not game related, cos me and Ed and Key are just friends.

 

I will try and summarise what went down.

 

At the end of Day 1, I went to bed and the last thing I said was, 'Let's hope they somehow run up a power role for the Lynch.

 

The next morning they had, but for some reason they didn't believe Dice. We decided to lean into that and not kill him. Sadly for Dice, a broken Cop was more useful to us than a dead one.

 

I made a few posts about absolutely believing him 100% that might have looked a bit odd and forced. But they could also be used to 'breadcrumb'

We decide to kill Nyn, cos she's just too good. Rand doesn't believe Dice and protects her. No deaths.

 

The next Day everyone could not understand why Dice was still alive. This is what we wanted, because what we did made no sense. Ed becomes expendable at this time, as we intend to just keep blocking Dice. Ed know that im gonna call him out if he makes any mistakes. Dice building his part, when he gives his results, adds to the suspicion.

 

Ed is happy to play a bit lazy and he gets run up. Dice really was not happy about that, cos he is Town, but we make a note of it in case we ever get to our Magic Day, which is Day 5.

 

Ed claims Doc last minute, which was intended to mirror Dice's claim the previous Day. We all start to unvote. Ed really did flubb who he protected. I really did call him out. Rand is going insane! Dice still thinks Ed might be Town and tries to protect him Ed double flubbs and game over. FWIW I really was mad at you all on that day. 

 

We block Dice again, and start to chip away at the outskirts of Town. Rand was super loud about Ed lying. We decide he must be the real Doc and kill him.

 

We are actively trying to get the 3rd party Lynched, so that helps.

 

Town still is pre occupied that Dice being alive makes no sense. 

 

We take out the people who are least distracted by that and keep the people who most distrust Dice and most trust me. Verbal is a problem because we think he's the 3rd party cos he's having a great old time.

 

We don't actually believe that we will ever get to Magic Day 5. Heavy gets lynched cos he's a distraction. Zander gets killed cos he's too clever with numbers.

 

Tigs is the target for the day 4 lynch. Tigs claims 3rd party she is lynched. Finally we get to kill verbal. We didn't even care where the Pop-Up Pirate was cos we wanted him alive.

 

They both die together, rather than spend the rest of the game apart.

 

Now we're are onto Magic Day 5. I CC cop and red peak Key. The level of distrust in Dice cop claim is high. Key dies and is Mafia.

 

We decide to kill Nyn cos she's just too good and we hope that Marsh will stick to the initial logical thoughts of the game that it makes absolutely no sense to not just kill the cop.

 

Did we ever think it would work? Heck no. But we had fun in our chat and that was enough. We honestly thought we'd create a bit of chaos, Verb would turn into a Serial Killer and he'd shoot everyone and win.

 

But I really am exhausted by it all. I was super uncomfortable on Day 6 cos I wasn't trying to find 3rd party anymore. I was just lying my head off and I didn't like that.

Edited May 4 by Ithillian Turambar