[Advanced] Blackhoof's Cthulhu Mythos Mafia Game- Day 1

[Blackhoof]

Stephen Spade took another puff of his cigar and looked up at the large mansion. The place gave him the creeps, and nothing gave Stephen Spade, private eye, the creeps. It looked like it had stood for centuries. Lightning flashed as rain poured, turning the hill the house stood on into a muddy quagmire.



But no matter- he had a job to do. Spade had been hired to infiltrate this eerie abode- apparently an exquisite dinner was being held by the owner. His client- Stephen did not know who it was, as he or she had used an intermediary- wanted him to get the names of all the guests, and relay a description of the night's events. Easy enough, even if the place looked like the set in a horror film. Too bad he hadn't had enough time to do even a rudimentary case of the joint, he didn't even know the owner's name.




Approaching the entrance, Spade saw other cars and limos pull up, and out of them strutted members of high society in suit and gown. The men were dressed in the finest suits, like Stephen himself, and the women were dressed in beautiful gowns, hats and feather boas in the latest fashion, as they walked up the small slope to get to the door. The guests had arrived.

The large mahogany doors opened, and a pale, thin doorman exited, holding open the doors as guests entered, setting aside their umbrellas and parasols as the doorman grinned ghoulishly. Spade followed them, hanging his hat on a nearby rack and leaving his umbrella just outside the door as he left the pouring rain. The doorman nodded, smiling that smile that never reached his pale, sunken eyes. "The dining room," The rasping servant said, "is straight through there, sir." Spade nodded thanks to the unnerving man, and continued down the hall. Shelves filled with trinkets of an apparently occult nature lined the walls, and statuettes and busts of men and women with haunting gazes brooded in various alcoves and niches. "What an interesting person..." Spade muttered to himself in reference to the owner.

The doors at the end of the hall were wide open, and Spade and the other guests wandered through, the rich guests chatting among themselves amicably, sparing quick glances at the décor. The dining room was huge, especially considering that there were only two dozen guests at most. A massive, long table stretched down the room, and more Gothic decorations covered the walls, including three portraits, and at the head of the table furthest away from the doors was an enormous high-backed chair, looking like an enormous gargoyle coming to roost. The portraits were apparently all of the same person, in various ages, depicting a tall, well-dressed, gaunt, thin-haired figure, who seemed to be balding even as a young man. One portrait depicted a man of some twenty years, glaring solemnly at the viewer with intense eyes, eyes that belonged on an older man. And indeed, the second and third paintings, depicting a middle ages man and an old one respectively, had the exact same expression, the same intense gaze that implied an age exceeding that of mortal men. It was unnerving in the extreme.

"So..." a thin, wizened voice said, filling the room as the figure depicted in the paintings emerged from a side door, "You have come...." Several of the guests started at the old man's sudden appearance, and the man, apparently the owner, chuckled. "Please, do not fear me.... I am harmless, just an eccentric old man.... Everyone please, please take a seat...." Spade and the other guests complied, taking places around the massive table. The owner too took his seat, moving slowly with age, and a nearby servant, whom was as pale and eerie as the doorman, helped him to his seat.

"My name," their host began, once everyone was seated, "is Gregory Tallow. I am, well, what you might call an... academic? No, that isn't quite the word..." Tallow looked contemplative and paused, as the guests exchanged glances, and servants began pouring wine.. "Hmmm... how do I describe it.... a... scholar? No, that doesn't quite fit..." He paused once more. There was an uncomfortable silence, and finally one guest, a chubby middle-aged man, piped up, "Excuse me, sir, but why have you invited us-" Tallow suddenly spoke, interrupting the man, "A-ha! A genius! That's it! That adequately describes me, I think." Tallow looked satisfied, and the guests looked bewildered at each other.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Spade thought to himself. More time passed, and a row of servants emerged, bearing trays of food covered with large metal domes, as Tallow continued. "You see, for all my life I have been fascinated with certain... esoteric areas of study, if you will. I have made friends in all walks of life, who share my interests, and travelled all around the world, exploring ancient ruins and studying the most forbidden of writings. I learnt the most amazing things." The servants, all uniformly pale and thin regardless of apparent age or gender, began setting out the plates. "And recently, I made a breakthrough in this area. You see, I have found a way... to become immortal." Spade and the guests stared at Tallow in shock. What madman was this hosting them? The servants finished setting out the plates, ignoring their host's insane proclamation.

"Oh, now don't look so shocked," Tallow laughed, "Let's not worry about it for now, we can talk after the entrée. Please, enjoy." Spade and the guests looked at each other, but complied. Almost as one, the guests all lifted the domes on their trays, and Spade followed suit, wondering what they were serving.

Staring back at him from the tray was the severed head of his partner, Thomas Wilcox.

The guests screamed and cried out in horror, almost all of them leaping up like they had been hit by lightning and backing away. Many swore and cursed, and a few began throwing up. Evidently they each had severed heads of their own.Spade just sat there, staring in horror into his friend's unseeing eyes. Deep, malicious laughter echoed through the room, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, and Spade tore his eyes away from his grisly surprise to see the host vanished, along with all the servants. Looking around, Spade confirmed that there was a decapitated head on each tray, some men, some women, likely each one someone the recipient knew.

"I'm out of here!" One woman cried, and ran towards the door as fast as her high heels would permit. Others followed, and soon everyone was running for the front door. Even Spade, normally unflappable, was spooked, and all he wanted to do was get out of this madman's den, emotion overriding reason. They reached the door as a mass, and flung it open, streaming out into the.... hallway?
The guests found themselves facing towards the dining room, as if they had just entered the house. Confused and terrified, they turned around and ran out the front door, exiting and finding themselves, once more, in the hallway as if they had just entered. Composing themselves, many of the guests began wandering back into the dining room, but they steered clear of the macabre table.

"What is going on!?" One of the guests whispered, horrified. Spade looked around the room, and spoke up, "Everyone, lets calm down, and focus. We cannot seem to leave, but the man who killed those people is still in this house. We can find him. I am a private detective, and I-" Another guest interrupted him, "Wait, YOU are a private detective? So am I!" A woman looked at both of them and said, "I'm sorry to say, but I am Thelsa Grabbot, private eye." Several other guests piped up, revealing that they too, were private investigators. "My god..." Spade sputtered irritably, "is EVERYONE at this party a private investigator!?" A quick survey of the room revealed that yes, everyone was a private investigator, past or present, hired to infiltrate the party.

"What on earth is going on!?" one guest yelled, and as if in reply, a deep, booming laughter filled the room. "HAHAHAHA! WELCOME, INVESTIGATORS, TO MY HUMBLE ABODE!"

"You killed Emily, you monster!" One man screamed, pulling out a gun and firing several shots at the walls, causing the other investigators to jump and duck away from him. "What sick game is this?" Spade growled. More laughter. "HAHAHAHA! NO GAME, MR SPADE. SIMPLY MY QUEST FOR IMMORTALITY. YOU SEE, I NEED VERY SPECIFIC COMPONENTS FOR MY SPELL; PAIN.... DEATH... SUFFERING... BETRAYAL, AND FINALLY.... REVENGE... REVENGE AGAINST YOU, WHO HAVE ALL THWARTED THE EFFORTS OF MYSELF, MY MINIONS, MY COLLEAGUES OR MY GOD!"

They looked at each other, had they all really foiled this lunatic's efforts at some point in the past? Spade thought back to the jobs he had done, and considered the cult that he had broken up. Perhaps that was the instance Tallow referred to?

"AND NOW, YOU WILL ALL DO AS I SAY. MY RULES ARE SIMPLE- YOU MAY WANDER MY HOUSE AS YOU WILL, BUT YOU MAY NOT LEAVE. DO YOU SEE THE CLOCK SET INTO THE CENTRE OF THE TABLE?" The investigators peered over, and saw that a large clock appeared to be set into the table, how they did not notice it before they did not know. Blood from the severed heads had begun spreading across the table, and running in thin lines onto the clock. "DO YOU SEE THE MARKS MADE BY THE BLOOD OF YOUR LOVED ONES?" Gritting their teeth in rage, they saw that the lines of blood reached the clock every few hours with even spacing between them. "EACH THE THE MINUTE HAND REACHES A MARK, ONE OF YOU... WILL DIE. BUT DO NOT WORRY, I AM KIND, FOR YOU SEE, YOU MUST CHOOSE THE VICTIM FROM AMONG YOURSELVES!"

People began shouting, cursing Tallow and demanding that he come face them, that they would not play his game, that they would find him and make him pay. He laughed more. "ONE MORE THING..... FOUR AMONG YOU, ARE NOT WHO THEY SEEM... THEY CLAIM TO BE INVESTIGATORS, BUT IN TRUTH THEY SERVE A DARKER POWER. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM, I DO NOT SERVE THAT POWER. THEY SOUGHT TO LEARN MY SECRETS, BUT THEY HAVE BEEN CAUGHT IN MY TRAP! HAHAHAHA!"

The investigators looked at each other in fear, shock and anger. "FIND THEM, CHOOSE THEM FOR DEATH.... AND WHEN I AM SATED AND MY SPELL ACHIEVED I MAY BE MERCIFUL ON THE SURVIVORS.... IMMORTALITY IS NOT THE TIME FOR HOLDINGS GRUDGES, AFTER ALL! HAHAHAHA!"

Spade looked left and right, knowing deep down that there would be no escape, for any of them. But Stephen Spade never went down without a fight "Well," Spade muttered, lighting a cigar, several investigators turning to him as he spoke, "I am going to find Tallow, and when I do, I will throw him from the highest tower of this cursed mansion. You can come if you can keep up." And with that, Stephen Spade, private eye, opened a side door and set off into the haunted depths of Tallows house of horrors.

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Greetings players! Welcome to my Cthulhu Mythos mafia game!

As you can see, you are all investigators stuck in a house playing a madman's game. A bit like an actual mafia game, really.

Here are the basic rules:

The Rules!
1. Editing is allowed. I will assume you are doing so for good, honest reasons, and not removing slips, etc. If I find out you are doing so, I WILL modkill you without mercy. By editing you accept any heat that may bring you from the other players.
2. All Votes and Unvotes must be bold and red. They will not be counted otherwise. You MUST unvote before changing a vote or else it will not be counted. You may not vote for a No Lynch. We have a new voting code here at DM, so try it out! Details here: http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/89295-new-vote-tags/
3. This is a hammer game. Deadlines are subject to change depending on activity.
4. If a majority (half+1) lynch is not reached by the deadline during Day Phase, a random player will be mod-killed.
5. NO discussing the game outside of mod PM's or assigned QT's. Breaking this rule will result in an immediate mod-kill. Hydras are the exception, for obvious reasons.
6. You may reveal your role but not your character or any flavour text I have given out in your Role PM
7. No quoting the mod. Paraphrasing is allowed, but direct quotes of any outside contact with me will result in your death by modkill.
8. Dead people are allowed one "Bah!" post, which cannot contain any game-related information.
9. Play nicely. Okay, it's mafia, it's not a NICE game, but anything outside the spirit of the game will not be tolerated. I don't want to see personal attacks in this game.
10. All night actions occur simultaneously. Meaning the order in which I receive them doesn't matter, and no results will be given until Daybreak.
11.Players must be active. At least 1 post per RL day is expected from all players. A LOA is fine, just pm me and we can work something out. If stuff is going on and you cannot play the game, that is cool, just inform me and I will find a replacement.
12. As the mod, I reserve the right to change rules, hand out Post Restrictions, kill people, etc. Because I am Gregory Tallow, the master of this house, mwa ha ha ha!

Player List:
1:nervositee, Town Tracker, Night-Killed Night 3 
2:Tsukibana
3:dawnflower
4:Tommy/Makeroni, Paranoid Gun Owner, Lynched Day 1
5:Darthe, Vanilla Town, Night-Killed Night 1
6:Quibby Clovdyx
7:myndrunner, Vanilla Town, Lynched Day 4
8:Pralaya, Vanilla Town, Night-Killed Night 2
9:TGlems
10:Wombat, Vanilla Town, Lynched Day 2
11:lenlo, Mafia Goon, Night-Killed Night 1
12:Red
13:Zer0 Hallia
14:Nyn, Mafia Goon, Night-Killed Night 3
15:Player Rand, Vanilla Town, Lynched Day 3
16:cory/Hallia, Vanilla Town, Modkilled Day 1
17:Despothera, Vanilal Town, Night-Killed Night 2
18:ReleaseTheEvil, Hastur-Killed Day 3

*Players separated with a / are playing as a hydra. From what I have heard, simply consider all posts by both players as a post by a single player. Never played a game with hydras before, so it might get confusing, but we will see :)
....hail hydra!


Special Rules:
This game will have some added bonuses, and I will detail SOME of them now.

Insanity: A player who is Insane directs their Night Actions against a random target every Night, no matter what they do. Players are not told that they are Insane, although they are not forbidden from deducing it or trying to figure it out. Insanity cannot be cured, except by death.

Items:
Items in the form of objects and spells will be present- they are the same thing, functionally. Here is the list of them, although it is not exhaustive.

-Shrivelling: Night-Kill
-Glass from Leng: Watch
-Evil Eye: Turns a player into a Lightning Rod for the night.
-Elder Sign: Protect
-Cursed Stone: Target player Roleblocked and Voteless the next day
-Dominate: Vote Steal
-Voorish Sign: Allows two uses of targeted item in the casters possession. Must be targeted at self.
-Visions of Madness: Drives target player Insane.
-Illusions: Bus Driver- switches all actions targeted to one player to another and vice-versa.

-Now, each item provides a one-shot Night Action. If you already have a Night Action, you cannot use both it and an item in one Night.
-In addition, magic is a fickle thing. Whenever you use an item, there is a 10% chance that the effects target the caster regardless of chosen target, with the exception of Voorish Sign.

Gaining Items:
Two random people on every lynch train will be able to grant a single random item to a player of their choice (but not themselves). The gifting player is not told what the item is, but the recipient is told who gave them the item.




PLEASE REFRAIN FROM POSTING UNTIL ALL ROLE PMS ARE OUT- SORRY FOR THE DELAY GETTING THIS GAME STARTED

ENJOY! :D

[Blackhoof]

All Role PMs have been sent, as far as I know! You may now post!

 

DAY 1 HAS BEGUN

 

 

Votecount

With 18 alive it takes 10 to lynch

 

Deadline: None so far

[Cory Caboose]

I wasn't even worried looking at my Role PM

 

Knew I'd be a villager

 

corycurren never wrong (except those times he's hilariously wrong but this was not one of those times)

 

So yeah, get @ me, all that stuff, yadda yadda

 

Lock me in

[Cory Caboose]

But if you are a member of the newly formed #anti-Cory league, just wait for Halleh to post

[WWWwombat]

There's an anti-Cory league?  Also, why do we have HYDRAS in a Lovecraft game?  That's just bad juju.

[Cory Caboose]

Usually when I rand villager I am like

 

 

But this time I was like

 

[Cory Caboose]

There's an anti-Cory league?  Also, why do we have HYDRAS in a Lovecraft game?  That's just bad juju.

 

I have reached the metsandfinsfan level of both whining and winning games anyway recently

 

haters gon hate

[Cory Caboose]

 

Me and Halleh have at least 20x stock of Aura and I have Pulse Ammo

 

[WWWwombat]

I don't know who that is.  Sounds like a loser given his teams tho.  Also don't like whiners.

[Cory Caboose]

Wombo are you a villager with me?

Let's be villagers together?

[Cory Caboose]

I don't know who that is.  Sounds like a loser given his teams tho.  Also don't like whiners.

 

He's a POG player known for whining and has a weird tendency to be right about a pretty good deal of things

 

I would assume a portion of the whining comes from being a mets and fins fan

[Cory Caboose]

We need to focus on the Hydras

 

there it's done don't do it again

[WWWwombat]

I'm lock clear villager.

[WWWwombat]

[v]Nyn[/v]

 

= rand mafia imo

[Cory Caboose]

I'm lock clear villager.

 

[Cory Caboose]

My god I'm exhausted

 

I think I've done enough for the day

 

yw villa

[Blackhoof]

Well, HYDRA does seem like a very cthulhu cult sort of organisation.....

 

[Hallia]

 

We're the one Villager....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO RULE THEM ALL!!!

 

 

But seriously, let's get this ball a rollin'!

[hazelkrs1]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yrin2bmGEp8

 

Hoof saying "Hail Hydra!" reminded me of the "Hail Cobra!" from GI Joe, which reminded me of this awesome sketch from Robot Chicken

 

"Bail Nobra!"

 

 

Still doesn't top the Charmin heavy petting sketch...

 

Anyhoo.

 

HARD CLAIM: Awesome yet again, Villa yet again, and rand to be lazy yet again, but will still dominate the scum team while doing so.

 

Questions? Didn't think so.

 

 

/braggadocio like a mothertrucker

[Cory Caboose]

Hallia using big walls of blank text is a villa tell btw

[hazelkrs1]

You're welcome for my presence errone

 

#probtookthattoofar

 

[Hallia]

^ True story

[hazelkrs1]

And yeah, totes following GOATBAT here

 

[v]Nyn[/v]

[Cory Caboose]

Hey Des, I'm actually a villager this time! Not even selectively irate third party!

 

Please post once in awhile in this game? 

[Hallia]

D'aw Dessypoo, good to see you sir