DSage Presents...The Fiddlyn Purge Mafia - GAME OVER!!!

[Toy and Minion]

 

PROLOGUE

The Blood is Spilt

 

 

The last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon as the residents of the small town of Balding, Fiddlyn all retire to their homes for the night.  It was then, when the streets were empty of all life that the Mafia struck.  Their target was Franks Ice Cream Parlor.  Shots rang out, shattering the still silence.  It wasn’t long before the entire building was up in flames.  The Townspeople peaked out of their windows, awoken by the gunshots, yet too afraid to leave their homes.

 

When day arrived, the Townspeople were standing around the charred rubble, the body of Frank lay sprawled on the front counter that escaped most of the fire damage.  The chief of the FPD (Fiddlyn Police Department) rubbed his eyes of sleep, sighing sadly.

 

“Shot twice in the chest and once in the head.” The coroner reported, “The initials, ‘G.V.’ spray-painted onto his back.  The M.O. matches those of the reports sent from Fiddleton.”

 

“You know you didn’t have to tell me any of that.  I read the reports, I’ve seen the body.  It’s not a complicated puzzle.”  The chief looked over at the crowd of people gathered around.  “You know the saying that 'the killer usually return to the scene of the crime'?  Well, the entire town is standing out there.”

 

“Yes sir.” The coroner replied dryly.

 

“Well, let’s call it a day.  Johnson, bag the body.”

 

The chief began to leave when someone called for him.  Walking over to one of the forensic scientists, the man held up a piece of paper.  The chief took it and read it.  He read it again, and again.  This couldn’t be real, could it?

 

“Sir?”

 

“Let’s leave.  The Mayor is going to need to see this.”  The chief left as the body was zipped up into a black body bag.  When the chief arrived at City Hall, the Mayor was pacing around his office, sweat beading his head.  “Mayor, take a look at this.”  The chief handed the Mayor the paper.

 

“What is this?” The Mayor asked after having read and reread it.

 

“It may just be some gibberish.  Or,” The chief placed his hands on the back of one of the visitor chairs in front of the Mayors desk.  “It could be that Frank was trying to tell us something.”

 

The Mayor was quiet for a time, switching between glancing at the paper and looking at the chief of police.  Finally, he spoke, “Well, if this is true, then…then what do we do?”

 

The chief stood up straight.  “I’m sending in some undercover cops.  They’ll attempt to ferret out the moles.”

 

The Mayors look turned hard.  “You’ve heard the rumors of Fiddleton!  The townspeople went on a rampage.  The lynched each other!  Hung each other like dogs!  We can’t allow that to happen here in Fiddlyn!”

 

The chief was calm.  He didn’t like to show his emotions to people he didn’t know if he could trust.  “I’ve heard the rumors,” he agreed.  “But I’ve also read the reports.  They didn’t just turn into mindless barbarians and start killing people for no purpose.  It was more organized.”

 

“Organized or not, a mob is a mob.  You can’t make dirt into gold by adding a pretty word in front of it.”  The Mayor pulled out a kerchief, patting his head with it.

 

“True.  You can’t.  But what if we were to…guide this mob?”  The chief watched the Mayor closely, looking for any hint of panic.

 

“What are you saying?” The Mayor was cautious.  That was good.

 

“I mean, let my men lead the mob towards the Mafia.  Then they will serve a purpose.  Either that, or let this mob get out of control and speed off the tracks.”

 

The Mayor was silent.  The chief could almost hear the gears grinding as his mind thought it through.

 

“Very well,” the Mayor sighed sadly.  “But I’m going in as well.”

 

The chief couldn’t stop the look of shock that appeared on his face.  “What?  You can’t do that.  This may only be your third day in office, but those people voted for you.  They know your face!”

 

“You’ll be surprised at how little attention people pay to the face of their leaders.  They won’t recognize me.”

 

For the first time, the chief realized just how plain the Mayor did look.  He wouldn’t have any trouble fitting in.  And even more surprising, the chief realized just how devoted this man was.  He was going to save his people and their town.  Or he would die with them.

 

The Mafia had arrived at Fiddlyn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PLAYERS

 

1. Danya - Died and Lived Again on Day 4 - Won!

2. Thorum - Killed on Night 4 (ENDGAME)

3. Luthine - Killed on Night 2

4. Nyn - Died on Day 3

5. Naeann - Killed on Night 4 (ENDGAME)

6. Barmacral - Killed on Night 3

7. Wes - Died on Day 1

8. Loki Redfern - Killed on Night 1

9. Dark Justice - Survived and Won!

10. Moghedian - Survived and Won!

11. Jelly - Killed on Night 1

12. Sven - Modkilled on Night 2 (Inactivity)

13. Blig Blog - Lynched on Day 1 - Revived Day 2; Modkilled on Night 4 (Inactivity)

14. Hybrid - Killed on Night 4 (ENDGAME)

15. Mayleigh - Killed on Night 1

16. GoodGrief - Killed on Night 2 - Solo Win!

17. Redust - Killed on Night 4 (ENDGAME)

18. Spirit - Survived and Won!

19. Nephitess - Killed on Night 3

20. Far Dareis Mai - Survived and Won!

 

 

RULES & GUIDELINES

 

You may NOT communicate outside of this thread concerning the game, unless your PM from me states that you can.  I cannot stress this rule enough.  [glow=green,2,300]If you disobey this rule, YOU WILL BE MODKILLED!  No exceptions!  No second chances![/glow]

 

The deadline for Days will be 4 Real Life days (96 hours).  The deadline for Nights will be 2 Real Life days (48 hours).  In the event that I cannot be online when the deadline should arrive, it will be moved accordingly.  If you do not have enough votes to lynch someone during the Day, a random player will be selected.  If you do not send in your Night Action, if any, by the deadline, you missed your chance.

 

Votes must be [glow=red,2,300]RED GLOWED[/glow] or BOLDED.  If something is extra important, [glow=green,2,300]GREEN GLOW[/glow] it.

 

Questions, of course, can be asked of me, but I will decide whether or not to answer and how vaguely to answer.

 

If you are Missing In Action (Haven’t posted on the thread) for A Day and Night, you will be modkilled unless it is an effect of your role or you have PM’d me ahead of time.

 

In the event of a modkill, no coroner will be provided.  (i.e. No information will be released concerning the modkill victim)

 

You may NOT copy/paste, screenshot, quote or post ANYTHING in ANY of my PM’s to you concerning the game without my permission!  Violators will be modkilled.

 

This is a coroner finding game – Alignments will be revealed to the public upon death.  Not roles.

 

Be smart, have fun, and everything should go well.

 

CONFIRMED ROLES

 

There are no confirmed roles.  Mwahahahaha!

 

[Toy and Minion]

I will begin PMing everybody their "Profile".  You can post on the thread until then, but I will not declare the game starting until everyone has Confirmed that they have received their "Profile" via PM.  This, of course, means that you may not vote until then as well.

[Moghedian]

*First post*  ;D

[Naeann]

*Second post* :P

[MsDanya]

just checking in. Going to bed now, and then many hours, work, many hours, then dm..

[el Nynaeve]

I am also checking in. Got my profile btw.

[Toy and Minion]

Well, I just exceeded the limit of 20 PM's per hour, so whoever hasn't received their PM's will have to wait.

[Blig Blog]

That's a stupid rule, one of the reasons why I don't like DM that much. Too many rules and restrictions. I like it for the people here, it was created for Robert Jordan and the Wheel of Time and because of the great Mafia games...that's it.

 

I'm gonna be here for the game though.  ;)

 

Hi Moggy, hi Nae! *waves*  ;D

[Naeann]

Hi Bliggy.  *waves back*

[Toy and Minion]

Mod Clarification:  The Town is Innocent.  The Mafia is well, the Mafia (i.e. Evil)

[Dark Justice]

Im here...

[Luthine]

*chirps* Heeere

[Hybrid]

I'm here too.

[Mayleigh Aes Sedai]

im here!! *waves at everyone*

[DPR]

 

I'm here.

 

I'm just kicking back, listening to a little Billy Idol, wondering how many ways "The Townspeople peaked out of their windows" could be taken.

 

And somewhere, the creators of DM are facepalming over the mafia thing. heh  ;D

[Blig Blog]

Hi May!!!!!!!!!

 

*waves*  ;D

[Mayleigh Aes Sedai]

*jump pounces bliggy*

 

hey there hunny!

[Blig Blog]

*is jump pounced* Hey May!  :-*

[Guest Far Dareis Mai]

I'm here, albeit tired and with a baby on my arm. :P

[Toy and Minion]

*shigh*  You know you're tired when you send a PM to 18/20 players with the title "Profile Clafification", then correct it to "Profile Clarification" for the other two, only to realize that you meant "Profile Confirmation".  Ugh...

[Naeann]

Poor Dsage. :-*  *pats head*

[Guest nephitess]

I'm here!!!!

 

 

 

[Spirit1025]

I'm here! Hello everyone

[Barmacral]

I have arrived. You may all stop grovelling and kissing my feet now.

[GoodGrief]

*having been grovelling and kissing Barmy's feet in his absence, immediately stops doing this once those feet become available to grovel and kiss*

 

Yes, it all makes sense. The word of Barmy has made it so!