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Before playing mafia in the BT you must R&U in the following thread and in your PM.  This is simply a method of checks and balances to assure that everyone has a better mafia experience in the future.  Thank you for your cooperation here is the link: http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/76939-mafia-at-the-black-tower-what-we-expect-from-players-of-our-games-please-ru/?do=findComment&comment=2670620




1 Read every scene. 

2 Vote in bold and red.  Unvote before revoting.  Vote at the bottom of your message.

3 Do not quote any private messages that we share.

4 Do not talk about this game outside of this game.

5 Days last 72-96 hours.  Nights last 24-36 hours.  I will extend deadlines as needed.

6 You may edit to your hearts’ content.

7 You may vote no lynch and self vote.

8 I will replace inactive players without warning or prodding.

9 Do not submit any revealing information post mortem.  You can submit one post cheering your team of choice.

10 Submit all actions in a PM or on a QT.

11 No two characters are from the same series (historical does not count). 

12 Alignment is related to character.

13 To avoid conflict there are no religious characters. 

14 Several of the more powerful roles implemented in this game are created by me.  It is both experimental and complex.  This game has been balance checked by 5 people and none are certain which way it will go.  All is in the hands of the players.

15 One more thing.  Posting the official video will get you in trouble.  Please don't do it.


The following are roles that I have created.  I tell you this to create purer gameplay.


Don: Chooses one player nightly.  When viewed that player shows a false reading for role or alignment.


Death gifter: Grants several people abilities upon their passing


Sacrifice: Dies instead of another player (lynch or NK) on the phase of their choice.


Ability Thief: Borrows the abilities of the player they target for that night (player still has their own use, if x shot ability has been used up then this player gets nothing)


Bloodsucker: Nightly kill.  Twice the individual may permanently gain some of the powers from the person they kill. 


Redoubler: for every 2 votes on the individual the power of their vote raises by 1


Dreaming God: the player has six named powers at their disposal (psychological, manipulative, festive, rebirthing, diverse, restful).  One must be used each day/night cycle.  The player personally wins upon using all abilities.


Every other role comes from here:









1. Lenlo - Titania (A Midsummer Night's Dream), Town Neighbor Lynched Day 1.

2. Misheru WBK - Woodstock (Peanuts), Town Vanilla (Daily Vote Nuller) Random Killed Day 6.

3. Smiley - Hannibal Lectar (Hannibal), Mafia Targeted Janitor Killed Night 2.

4. TinaHel Cyan - Ishmael Forsaken (Dragonmount), Mafia Don Killed Day 4.

5. Leyrann - Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate), Bloodsucker (1 shot perfect ability steal) Lynched Day 7.

6. Mawthrex - Princess Buttercup (The Princess Bride) Town Vanilla Killed on Principal at Endgame.

7. Basel - Jeff Goldbloom (Actor), Town Backup Killed Day 3.

8. Dap - The Oracle (Matrix), Town Vanilla (2 shot oracle) Killed Day 1.

9. RTE - Obiwan Kenobi (Star Wars) Town Tree Stump Killed on Principal at Endgame.  

10. Turin - Mr. Rogers (Mister Rogers' Neighborhood), Town JoaT Killed Night 2.

11. Ithi - Dr. Gregory House (House MD.), Town Bi-phase Doctor (1 shot rolecop) Killed Night 2.

12. Cloud Kaylee - Mystique (X-Men), Mafia 2-Shot Ability Thief (1 extra shot) Killed Night 6.

13. Niel an' Tyomn - Optimus Prime (Transformers), Town Bodyguard Killed Night 4.

14. Lolguy - Czar Ivan IV (History and Lore), Mafia Roleblocker Killed Day 5.

15. Bgrishinko - Cthulhu (The Weird Tales), Third Party Dreaming God Killed Day 3.

16. WoT - Vin (Mistborn), Town Neighbor Lynched Day 2.

17. TG - The Witch King of Angmar (The Lord of the Rings), Mafia Goon (Absorber) Killed Night 2.

18. Ruh - Santa Claus (Folklore), Town Death Gifter Killed Night 2.

19. Hally - Queen Elizabeth (History), Town Beloved Random Killed Day 6.

20. Tiink Dap 2.0 - Mahatma Gandhi (History), Town Sacrifice Gone Night 3.

21. Red - Mechagodzilla (Godzilla), Mafia Anti-JoaT Killed Day 3.

22. Song - Rand Al'Thor (The Wheel of Time) , Town Balefirer (angreal) Killed Night 6.

23. Rand - Liam Neeson (Actor), Town Strong Willed Cop Killed Night 5.

24. Dice - Tiberius Julius Caesar Augustus (History), Town Redoubler (1 shot Gladiator) Lynched Day 3.




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The little robot sat perfectly still in its white room facing the Architect.  He had brought it from one of the worlds displayed on the surrounding screens to be his agent in the games he had set forth.  A single red eye shifted to his hand as he lifted a wine glass and the first bullet flew, was caught in midair and stopped.  “Hello, little one.  Do you know why you are here?”  He was calm.  Strange.


“I’m different.” It sang.  Its’ voice was a melodic ring filling the room.  The little white robot was egg shaped and stood on three metallic prongs, the bold letters “APER-“  wrapped around its’ side.  It was used to unusual methods of travel.


“Indeed you are little one.  You are my hand into this world and as for the others.. They should be along in three.. two ..”


One screen flicked and then another, lightning struck down into odd worlds and disappeared, each pulling its champion with it.  These would be the players of his game, the fighters to see who truly could win the Ultimate Showdown!


“Let the games begin.”


* * * * * * * * * * 


"Oh dear."  The Architect drawled the end of his word.  "I seem to have grabbed the wrong individual.  No matter."


The architect lifted a hand and pressed down on a button in his chairs console without looking.


A screen flickered, lightning struck down, and in a moment he was gone.  Replaced by a lovely new champion.  The little Turret hummed with pleasure.


* * * * * * * * * * 


She was a sweet old lady, prone to all forms of eccentric behavior but sweet nonetheless.  Some even said that she could see into the future, though that gift seemed in dispute in the rules of this new world.  Of course, nobody had a clue what was going on.  Thus, the sound of a shot ringing out took them by complete and utter surprise.  Lightning struck down, and when they arrived at the scene all that was left was a bloodstain.  Across the sky a hologram flashed, the face of The Oracle and her name listed below...


* * * * * * * * * * 


They rode on pale and sovereign winds, men and woman bursting through the night air like shadows from light come to reap the souls of the living.  Truly, the Architect thought them horrifying in a gleeful way.  As he watched an entire league of beasts was swept through like barley falling to the scythe, their meager defenses never noted as the wisps flew through.  It was all a very fascinating display.  What would they come up with next?  The Architect pressed a key on his chair and the screen flicked back to the game.  He would have to watch all night to get his DVR caught up to live time.  Luckily he had enough screens.  



The turret sat without complaint, awaiting the moment it would be called to do it's masters work.  


* * * * * * * * * * 


Her name was rightfully admired.  Titania held herself aloof, unwilling to accept that she might be one of the masses.  No, she was special as evidenced by her connection to another kindred spirit.  They had agreed to stick together when each arrived at this game.  Alas, fate willed it to not be so when the group turned on her.  It was their only choice, she understood that right?  Titania found herself led to the center of the cityscape where she was met by an elderly man dressed all in white.  He lifted his arms as if to welcome her and her last vision was of a metal egg's red beam swerving towards her forehead.


60% more bullet indeed.  Lightning struck down from a clear sky and Titania was gone, no longer a part of this venture to see who would emerge victorious.  


The Sun fell in mere moments, and day became night.  


* * * * * * * * * *


The Architect and his robot appeared again with the rising sun.  The night had been frightful, filled with odd noises and the unmistakable sound of people shifting about in the darkness.  Nonetheless everyone was accounted for when morning came and what's more it seemed as if they were all in good spirits.  Men and women began to set up camp in the area, a patch of well manicured park with sparse trees and a statue with a fountain.  The Architect walked through the camp to the statue and then around it, seemingly to examine the shape of the lovely woman depicted in it, her hair fanned and arms uplifted.  But when he never reappeared the others began to worry.  He was gone again.


In their heads his voice echoed.  "The sun is up, welcome to day two."



* * * * * * * * * *


Without Titania Vin was.. still pretty awesome.  Nonetheless the group thought her to be conspiring against them and the common good.  They led her forth, she of course went without protest, and presented her to the statue.  Within moments the Turret appeared, its' reticle arcing through the air to fix on her head.  


"They have deemed you too risky to continue my dear.  I do not know if that is an insult or an honor.  Go, rejoin your world now."  The words rung in her head and she never heard the shot ring out.


Lightning flashed down, Vin was gone.  In the sky her face flashed with the following words underneath.


* * * * * * * * * *


The Architect reached out, this time with his hand, and reshaped the world to his will.  Lightning stuck down, taking an individual.  In their place stood an exact copy, yet it was somehow different.  The world shook for a moment and above the following words flashed into the sky.


* * * * * * * * * *


They woke to horrors.  The grand Doctor himself had been slain.  His tools, surgical equipment and bandages were nowhere to be found.  The people were shocked to find this.  More were surprised by the fact that there was no blood.  The body actually appeared shriveled.  Lightning struck down and Greg disappeared. 


Mr. Rogers himself was dead as well.  His body had been shredded by some unknown thing.  Lightning flashed once more.

The town was able to note this all with the rising sun and then, like a flash flood, it appeared and all hell broke loose. 


The Dread Lord raised his mighty hand to shape the world to his will.  Darkness came.  The people watched, fear gripping their hearts more with each moment.  Suddenly a cry rang out.  The jolly old man, bringer of joy and gifts, floated into the air as if carried by unseen hands.  St. Nicholas struggled vainly; they all knew that he was to be a sacrifice.  The Architect knew not what came next.  His screens filled, every one, with the beasts yellow eyes. 


And then snow began to fall.  It fell everywhere, even in his office.  The season had changed in an instant.  When he screen returned to normal Santa was expired.  The trees were dead and snow covered the ground. 


One among you drew back his power, his influence, and you saw who he truly was.  Your eyes were finally open.  The Witch King of Angmar stood, one who would be defeated by no man.  He struck forth at the beast, his voice splitting the air.  But it was no man.  The monster lifted a grave finger and the King simply was no more.  His robes crumpled, however his thorned crown remained.  The beast flicked a finger and it rose to top a tree. A Christmas tree. 


Festive, no?

His friend fell to the ground beside him, fear gripping him.  The beast looked him in the eyes and he was transfixed.  His mouth frothed, and blood dripped from his ear.  In a moment he too hit the ground.  Hannibal Lectar was done for.  Lightning struck thrice and all were gone.


The monster disappeared below the horizon.  However, the sun did not yet rise.  


The Architect, shaken, collected himself.  The Turret had fallen sideways and was muttering of nonsense.  Lemons.  He shook his head, he was still disoriented.  After a moment the Architect collected himself and pressed a button.  The sun rose.  It is now Day Three.


* * * * * * * * * *


"Master?"  The robot sang the word, its' first in almost two days.


"Yes, little one?"


"What happens to those who die?"  It chimed.


"Oh, they simply return to their own world, alive and well.  Many spectate and continue to speculate from the nether even now.  No harm done!"  The Architect seemed proud of this.  It had taken some considerable effort to manage this feat.


Just then, the screens went white.  All of them.  What was this?  With a sudden sense of horrific excitement the man realized.  


"Oh my god, did you see that?  He is so effing dead!"


"I thought they couldn't die master.."


"Kid, nothing stops balefire.  Poor Goldbloom.  He bit off way more than he could chew.  Holy hell!"


* * * * * * * * * *



Only moments before a killing blow was struck he appeared.


He struck down, pointing an accusing finger at one, their shadow fading to reveal a true form.  But the instant the giant mech stood it was clear that none would easily fell this foe.  Mechagodzilla roared, a sound like tearing metal, and in that moment the world went white.


What had happened?  Suddenly a wave of feeling rode through each of them.  They had just lost their friends and enemies to a beast, a monstrosity from another world.  But hadn't... Hadn't they been fighting another metallic monster?  And wasn't the sun almost down at that time?  Why then, was it just morning?  To these questions no one had the answer but the beast that had previously been hidden among them was gone.


On the ground was the cracked statue of a wizardly man holding a sphere in his upturned hand. 


* * * * * * * * * *



The Dread Lord Cthulhu raised his mighty hand to shape the world to its' will.  Once more things began to distort, a miasma rising from the ground to plague all.


However, this was not the great lord's doing any more than it had been before.  The beast halted as if momentarily uncertain and in that moment he miasma sprung forward.  It bubbled upwards to his height, almost as if ready to erupt, and then a thousand eyes opened, watching everything at once.  The Great One struck out but it was too late, the thousand eyed shadow washed over Cthulhu like a wave and moments later both were gone, sinking into the void as if they had never been.


* * * * * * * * * *


They marched him towards his death.  He knew, as did they, and the little droid sat waiting, waiting by a statue so very familiar to his own.  He could not recall the face it held before, but this time its' only features were worn, a telling of his future perhaps.  Tiberius Julius Caesar Augustus motioned towards the Turret and the crowd.  All grew silent.


"Good people, would you not know my deception if it had been created?  Alas, it rests only in the hearts of a few.  I see you now, my would be killers, and I hold fear in my heart at what must be done.


Robot, release me from this matter so that they may know the truth."


A single bullet flew, lightning struck, a single sentence and picture of his face appeared in the sky.


* * * * * * * * * *


It was his time then.  So be it.  The violence of the day before had been too much for him.  Mohandas Gandhi did not want to see more of these atrocities, the depravity of man in this situation.  So he stepped towards the statue of his own will this night.  His slow, plodding steps emitted a small puff of dirt each time they slapped the ground.  When he arrived at the statue Gandhi stuck his hand out, brushing its features.  This time, it was him.  So realistic that they had captured the veins in his skin.  He smiled.  There were no bullets, this one went home in peace.


Lightning struck to return him to his people.


"A man who was completely innocent offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world.  It was a perfect act." - Mahatma Gandhi.


* * * * * * * * * *


Once more they brought one forward, in haste as if they truly knew their purpose this time.  Pity.  


A bullet flew, 65% more deadly than ever, and lightning flashed.  Words appeared in the sky below an incongruous avatar.


"Don Ishy was, above all, a gambling, drinking, clever, sneaky mafioso.  Remember him." - Gravestone of Ishmael Forsaken, carved moments ago onto the base of a statue depicting Roger the Alien.  


* * * * * * * * * *


The sun rose, light revealed the actions of the passing night, revealed the tragic loss of another hero.  Everything was coming to a head.  


Shards of metal lay strewn about, radiating outwards from the blast that took Optimus Prime.  He was curled inwards, his body acting like a shell that now held its' protector captive.  They could hear shouts from inside.  With some effort the group managed to get Optimus' lifeless fingers open and retrieve one of their own.  They hoped he was worth it.  


Lightning struck, words appeared written in the sky.


* * * * * * * * * *



Ivan the Terrible he was called.  Tsar Ivan IV Vasilyevich was his true name though.  Using ancient magics he had disguised himself from them but that was undone by this pitiful man.  As Ivan was revealed he lost control again, his temper burning away all reason.  He reached for his sword, the metal thirsting for blood as the crowd moved in on him.  It was too late.  One caught his arm as the sword was half out, three more took him, he couldn't escape.  They carried him to the statue, a statue of an Angel.  What was wrong with it?  Why did it.. weep?  Fear set in as Ivan saw the statue move, grow closer to him.  He blinked, now recognizing that he had done so before, and it was almost upon him.  He had to hold his eyes open.


The rest of the group backed away as Ivan panicked on the ground before them, watching the statue of himself rather than the Turret zeroing in on him.  They could not understand his sudden madness.  Moments later a shot rang out and lightning flashed.  A message appeared in the sky.


* * * * * * * * * *


Day came with force.  The sun rose... sort of.  The sky was covered in a miasma, an undulating dark mist that covered the world.  As you watched it swept down upon him like a plague.  A shot rang out and took him in the heart moments before it covered him and then the scene erupted.  Liam Neesons body was lifted into the air and began to spin, as if being cocooned by the darkness.  It was too horrid to move on.  It wrapped in on itself and in a moment was gone.  You knew you would never see him again.  The sun rose, light glinting off a statue of woe.


* * * * * * * * * *


They had failed in their goal but did not understand why.  The imposed quota had been met, hadn't it?  Alas, their target was special.  Queen Elizabeth was beloved by her peoples, would not be taken from this game with anything less than one plus a majority.  Unfortunately, the Architect was not so forgiving for her or Woodstock.  No bullets flew, no lightning flashed.  One moment they were and the next moment they simply were not.  A pink mist and the words in the sky were the only evidence to their presence ever having been.


The laws of Entropy had chosen two.


* * * * * * * * * *


Once more a pop sounded through the camp.  Her shape changed, transformed into her most natural state, and Mystique stood holding a hand-dragon.  Rand Al'Thor recognized the weapon.  It was from his visions, the ones of the future seen in Rhuidean!  But the wet spot in his side, the ache of two wounds split open, was unimaginable.  He looked down to see it, oh light, it was a hole in him.  Struggling he reached for Saidin but it would not come.  Rand stumbled forward three steps and expired, belt knife in hand.  His body disappeared, back to his world to live on, and Mystique watched with an expression of bored interest.  The camp was awake.  It would not matter.  The fear shone on their faces, rightfully she thought.  Who would not fear her?


And then the shadow darkened the world around her.  Mystiques' last act was to turn as a wave of death washed over her and she was no more.  



* * * * * * * * * *



"Look within you Obiwan, you know it to be there."  A voice echoed, the voices of many, those of the undead.  Chosen for this battle were they and now, they together selected the one to kill.  


This time Master Kenobi and Princess Buttercup led the third man unrestrained through the now desolate camp.  At the end he stood.  No Turret was visible, only a man in all white.  The Architect, imposing even in front of that monstrous statue, a pit of despair hosting thousands of eyes.  The sunlight seemed to hold the creature within this man at bay.  


Once the three arrived the voices grew louder, the spirits returning in ephemeral forms.  All surrounded them, Caesar, Rand, Rogers, Goldbloom, and on.  


"Here the game shall end" Said the Architect.  "You, Alucard, have been chosen.  Take solace that you have played well."  With that lightning struck, the bolt so forceful it split the ground in his spot.  



* * * * * * * * * *


"The town has won."


They cheered, many of the ghostly figures grinning at their victory, watching from a place between this world and their own with glee.  Obiwan and Buttercup began to dance together, the Jedi's lithe grace seemingly contrary to his age.


The Architect watched for a long moment, even losing himself enough to allow a small smile.


"However... There is one problem remaining."


Obiwan Kenobi and Princess Buttercup froze in midtwirl, the sentence cutting like a knife.


"I am afraid that I did not forsee anyone surviving my challenge and thus created no favorable means of escape.  My most sincere apologies."


Lightning struck twice.

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Win conditions: Mafia wins by gaining a voting majority over all.  The town wins by eliminating all opposed.  


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