) and we wait to see who dies tonight and then must decide. Unfortunate, but true.Who thinks an Improbable Island-themed Mafia game would be fun?
If enough people say yes, I'll start one up! I've already got some ideas...
For those who don't know, here's an explanation:
The Island is full of dangerous beings, but none so dangerous as the (reasonably) common Midget. On rare occasions, they have even been known to band together in secret...
At daytime, every player is equal. When the first round of the game starts, it is day. Every player can comment in this thread as much as they like during daytime. According to those comments, other players must shake out the suspicious posters. Of course, NOT commenting is even more suspicious.
The Villagers then vote on the most suspicious person. If a majority is reached, that person will die a horrible and gruesome death by lynching. Immediately afterward, night falls. During the night, players with special powers can use their sneaky moves.
I will later explain what these powers are. But as a rule of thumb, there will always be Midgets. Depending on the total amount of players, There can be two, three, or even as much as four. if there are two or more Midgets, they can discuss via Distractions who they want dead. They then Distract me, the host, and convey their target.
The Midgets can write a little message with their death, this can be as elaborate as they want it to be. This is done to either put people off tracks, or to put the blame on a specific person.''
''When this is done, and everyone has used their powers, I will read out the roles and the ''Deathnote'' the Midgets left behind. For example:
Yesterday, Max Dougwell was lynched by a mob, he was a Human.
Tonight, Caveman Joe was found gutted in his bed. Along with him was a note saying: ''Stoopid Homans, Signed Gobert''
And thus day two begins. This loop will continue until either all Midgets are dead, or when there are more Midgets then Villagers.''
Here are the different powers you can have, and their associated names:
Human: You have no extra power, you can only discuss and vote.
Midget: In addition to discussing and voting, you can, together with the other Midgets, try to kill someone at night. You may also leave a message for the others.
Kittymorph: You may, every night, pick one person to investigate. Depending on the scent you find, you'll know whether or not you have investigated a guilty person. However, take note, smelling death can mean you have either found a Midget OR the...
Zombie: Is on the side of the village, he can kill one person during the game! He also shows up as guilty to the Kittymorph, so watch out!
Mutant: Every night, you can try to save a person from the Zombie or Midgets, even yourself! However, you can not pick the same person twice in a row.
Gobot: You are so fast, you can switch two players with eachother, for example, you can switch the target of a Midget to be another Midget!
These are the basic rules:
Everyone can say, during the daytime, that they are a Kittymorph,
No-one can say during the daytime that you are ANY other role. This is to prevent losing Midgets from giving up. No giving up, it spoils the game.
You can't vote to kill yourself.
I will announce the roles of the deceased at daybreak.
You can also vote not to kill anyone at the day, do this by saying Vote: No kill.
Once a majority is reached, the day ends. even if i don't immediately post. If during this time a second majority is reached, it is discarded.
If you Distract me at nighttime, put this in the subject:
Just to make this clear in case the players don't get it: EVERYONE with a role other than Human MUST send me a Distraction, EVEN if they do NOTHING.
I will be accepting people now, so if you want to join, simply comment in the thread. I will start the game as soon as we reach an acceptable number of players.
I'll play! I love this game, although have never managed to successfully host one. (I always forget who's who).
Will give thought as to which I want to be. If you have an unnacceptable number of midgets, for example, will you be reassigning roles?
As this appears to play the same as "Werewolves", you don't get to choose your role Talky.
I'm game, by the way.
I'll play, but I'm confused...
Are we playing here, on this thread, or on the Island?
Ah, Mafia/Vampire Games are the best. These are a little different rules than I'm used to (like the only claiming to be the Kittymorph, that seems kinda limiting if you're the Mutant or Gobot, and Midgets should never give up because it's easy to really shift things around; also the majority thing, is that like having x number of votes on a person? Or everyone having a vote in, even a no vote? I'm used to 'you get 24 hours from update' format so I don't really understand what you mean by 'majority'), but I'm up for it.
I'm in!
James Bond - 1. We'll be playing here, on this thread. 2. Unfortunately the Enquirer lacks a messaging system (hint hint Dan) so we'll use Distractions for behind-the-Scenes communication. This just means that non-Humans will have to log into their character once or twice a day. Presumably everyone does that already.
Fergus - 1. The "Kittymorph and Human only" rule is there to save confusion, and to keep the special Villagers from getting themselves killed. It also fits thematically with the average Kittymorph's tendency to, ah, expose themselves in public. 2. The majority is what it sounds like. When more then half of all villagers have voted for one person (or No One) then the day ends. The 24 hours to vote rule also applies, but should hopefully never have to be implemented.
The players so far:
Talkydoor
Reverb
James Bond
Fergus
Tyr
I'll wait 12 hours then close entrances. We should have enough people by then.
P.S. For those who don't know, my II name is "Max Dougwell". No messaging Wilberforce or The Contraption by mistake.
Everyone checked their distractions and know who they are? Then let the five-way Mafia commence!
It is a sunny Island morning.
Villagers are dancing,
birds are singing
and the Midgets have decided to take over Improbable Island.
It is Day 1: Start voting!
Scene1, town square.
"Ack! Milords and Ladies, there be Miniature Identities Doubling as Generally Excelent Townsfolk amongst us! Truly, how unfortunate! Let us gather 'round and decide whom of our friends and neighbours could be such a horrible Midget, and then tear him or her to little pieces and have a barbeque.."
In town square:
'Truly, this is an appalling situation. To not be able to trust one's neighbours. To not be able to sleep with the door open, and spare req on the bedside cabinet...'
*Eyes slitted, looks around at those assembled. Who isn't what they seem?*
(Rules addendum:
People with night-time abilities can Distract me in advance during the Daytime, so the Night goes faster. Just remember that if you do this and something unexpected occurs during the remaining Day, you can't take it back.)
Also, remember to vote. Even if it's just Vote: No One
"I agree, my dear fellow Townsperson. By the way, may i invite you to taste this rather scrumptious experimental sauce i've been putting together for tonight?"
"I do wonder where our neighbours are, at the moment... It's not dark, so there is little chance of their being eaten by a Grue, is there?"
*rushes in, chased by an Elite Grue*
'Ah, hello neighbour. Just a warning, the hedge maze gets dark improbably early at this time of year.'
*peers at special sauce*
'Oh, that does look delicious, but I'm afraid I'm full up at the moment, and I must watch my weight at the moment. But could I interest you in some herbal tea?'
The tea has chillies floating in it, among other unrecognisable things.
Tyr walks in, and does a doubletake at talky's tea. "I've never seen a recipe like that before. How on earth do you make it? It seems almost as scary as the thought of rampaging midgets ravaging our fair town."
*taps the side of her nose*
'Ah, that'll be my secret for a little longer, I think.'
*sips the tea and appears to waver slightly. resolidifies and gasps, catching her breath*
*grins and hands cups round*
*accepts a cup to be polite, but merely holds it*
"I though perhaps I would make a ring of soap around my house, to try and ward them off."
*nods sagely at Tyr's tip*
'I thought we could dig a spike pit and put req at the bottom. Ooh, which reminds me. What's the favoured method of execution for the perpetrator?'
*tries to keep the enthusiasm out of her voice, but she's been cheated one too many time in Julia's to remain unbiased*
*looks ponderously*
"Well, i've been consulting the Gruesome Grimoire of Grizzly Grave-sending, and we've got quite a few options. My personal favorite is tying them to a chair with headphones on and play a song untill death be their part..."
"Ah, but you'd have to be careful of the volume, so it doesn't leak out and affect the rest of the town. What if we poisoned them by feeding them salad and steamed broccoli? They're allergic, aren't they?"
*likes that idea very much, although it could do with a bit more blood. she looks at the latest village census*
Talkydoor
Reverb
James Bond
Fergus
Tyr
'Hmm, I wonder when these others will arrive? Maybe we should knock on their doors, get these slug-a-beds up.'
*puts on a wee willie winkie dressing gown*
*calls down from his window* Oh, no need, dear friends! I, the forum Fergus, shall be down shortly!
(As is obvious from the entirely different accent, notably the lack of it, the forum-dweller Fergus is much more... normal than the island varieties)
*exits his front door, wearing a long trenchcoat* (Did I mention he has a body? When I said he is more normal, I meant he is bone-dry normal)
Now, did someone say something about feeding Midgets healthy food? I believe that could work, but wherever could we find it? Only Kittania has healthy food with their salad I'm afraid, and we seem to be in a nondescript town that is not Kittania.
Hmm... actually, we seem to be the only people in this town. Oh dear.
"Mmmmh, yes. After all, we wouldn't want them to implicate themselves by being midgetly lazy.."
*listens to Reverb, then wonders if Fergus is hiding stilts under that long trenchcoat of his.*
*double-takes at Fergus. something's different...*
'Hmm, I wonder if this village is surrounded by farms? We could coat the offender in salad leaves and leave them to asphyxiate.'
*goes to village limits to see what lies beyond*
*Wanders in from the outskirts of the town, shaking dirt off his hands. Seeing others already there, he quickly tosses a bloody shovel into some nearby bushes.*
Alas, my friends, I am afraid that I know next to nothing about midget hunting; but, to defend ourselves against Vampire-Midgets, might I suggest a clove of garlic? Both deadly to vampires, and a healthy vegitable.
*me is very relieved to see James has obviously not been doing anything suspicious. They DO have very, very dangerous vedgetables out in the fields..*
*has met some vicious garlic in her time*
*Sighs* "As great as it would be to continue like this all day, imagining we could find vegetables to poison the Midgets with or some clever trap, we know there's only one way to get things done: vote for someone to be killed."
*He pauses to let this depressing reality sink in*
"So, with only the five of us, there must only be one Midget and possibly only a Kittymorph. Unfortunately, that means two days to find the Midget, and it is very hard to read people to find out who is who with only two days of life."
"I will not start pointing fingers, for I do not have the slightest clue of whom to point at, but I suggest we start talking about things that will get us started. I suppose I have already started it with bringing up this conversation and the suspicion that it brings to me, but it had to be done."
*nods her head at Fergus' advice*
'I agree. We've wasted enough of the day standing round drinking tea and dipping things in sauce. Now we must start pointing fingers.'
*shuts her eyes and spins. when she opens them, she's pointing at the bush where James Bond's weapon lay*
'Well, that didn't work.'
"Not counting the fact Fergus rarely has fingers to point with, i agree.."
"So, wich one of you isn't Happy?"
*looks at Reverb oddly. she realises she's expecting her throat to be ripped out. scans the area quickly and visibly relaxes*
'Well, I'm clearly a kitty. Since it's my favourite race, and all.'
*she cringes as she says this, and adjusts a notice hanging around her neck reading:
Don't pet me. Really, don't. One of us will lose a finger. And it won't be me.*
*raises an eyebrow at James Bond*
"A little late, aren't you? I don't mean to be short with you, but isn't it just a wee bit suspicious to show up with a bloody shovel? I mean, this is a tiny quibble, but still."
*Looks around to see if anyone has flown into a frothing rage*
*Stammers a bit at Tyr's question/accusation*
I... uh... I was a bit... busy... last night, and so couldn't... uh... make it here at the... um... start?
*jumps at the chance to accuse someone*
'Busy last night were you? Doing what exactly?'
*she's hoping for sordid details, but will settle for a confession.*
*quietly gasps for air; SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!*
I... uhh... I was... *he takes a glance towards the bush where the shovel is laying.* I was planting... bleeding... turnips?
*groans at Tyr's small puns*
*whips his head around at Reverb. But aversion to puns isn't anger, so he goes back to staring at James Bond. Stranger things have happened on this Island...but why are the seeds bleeding?*
*smacks himself in the forehead. So many loopholes!*
Ummm... they're... a rare breed, found only on the island?
Most certainly did NOT kill an extremely annoying Rookie over them, most certainly not...
"Oh well if it was killing a rookie I think we're all alright with that. I mean, who hasn't killed a few of those pests?"
*Looks around to see the others half-glaring at him suspiciously*
"What? It's the truth, no one loves them."
*nods and shrugs*
'Oh well, that's alright then.
*fights the urge to say mr bond's looking shaken but not stirred and looks around*
'Fergus was pretty late to this meeting too, if I'm remembering it right.'
"Very true, Mr. Bond wasn't too long after me. Forgive me for being busy, but it can't be helped with all the work I had to do today and with school tomorrow."
*nods sadly about his workload*
"Say, does anyone know how much longer we have until night falls? We may have to actually point fingers soon, instead of almost pointing them."
"From the notice posted at town hall, it seems that the day will end once we vote and reach a majority. I assume we are to declare our votes here?"
That was the impression I got, too. Who wants to go first?
"While I'm worried about accusing someone unjustly, I am also worried about sitting on our hands while we are all murdered in our beds."
*scribbles "Day 1 vote: Fergus" on a scrap of paper, and places it in a hat*
*scribbles: Day 1 vote: Mr Bond and adds it to the hat*
*gets into pyjamas and gets into bed. it may be mid-afternoon in the quiet sleepy village of *******, but she needs a nap*
"Well... I thought there was also a 24 hour rule from the start of the day as well. I guess we may not run into that though."
"As per my vote, I shall obviously not vote for myself, nor do I find Bond's Rookie killing ways suspicious. To be honest, I was just gonna vote for whomever voted first, and even moreso that she voted for me."
*Writes Day 1 vote: Tyr on another scrap of paper and tosses it into the hat with a flourish because he has arms and hands to do flourishes with*
"And now, I'm off to prance around like a ninny, because I have legs and feet to do that with."
*Prances away*
*apparently isn't as masculine as he thinks he is*
"Someone had to go first! And reataliative voting - isn't that the kind of thing a midget would do? A head for an eye, and all that?"
Reverb and James Bond must both vote for either Tyr or Fergus in the next hour, or the Night will begin without creative execution.
Ok. End of Day.
Night falls upon the bickering town, and it's inhabitants go to their separate ways.
Well, most do.
In the morning, Reverb is found dead, hanging from the rafters with the cord of her pajamas around her neck.
On her is a note that reads: I is sick of dis life. Innit? - Referb
...
An obvious suicide.
Reverb was a Human
End of Night
What now?
*wakes up with a yawn, gives the corpse of Reverb a glance, followed by another yawn.*
Well then, it appears as though it wasn' her.
...and I was under the impression that the votes were private, and so gave mine to Max via Distraction.
Aaaand it would also appear as though the person I voted did not, in fact, have majority.
I do believe that I shall try and avoid doing all things suspicious, as I am most certainly not the midget!
*meanders away into the nearby Raven Inn, hoping to find a prancing Fergus, perhaps to partake in a brawl?*
Yes. Votes are in public, due to the difficulty of coming to a unanimous lynching decision when no-one knows who they've agreed to lynch.
...
In order to keep (some) things out in the open, here's James Bond's vote:
Vote - Reverb
*is briefly re-animated as a zombie to slap James and Max.*
"I'm a him, not a HEEEERRR!!"
*And just like that, it's as if he'd never moved.*
*wakes up and rubs sleep dust out of her eyes. Looks over at reverb's body and the note*
'Huh. Thought she was a he?'
*stays well away from the animated corpse and erects a maypole to dance around. (I's what villagers do, right?)*
*unlocks the 5 locks on his door, steps over the line of soap, and sadly regards the corpse of Reverb.*
"Poor guy. If only he'd been a zombie. No use hanging them."
*looks startled, then thoughtful, and runs back inside. Reemerges to hang a red ans white umbrella over the door, then disappears back in. Mad cackles can be heard.*
*wonders if Tyr's setting up a cocoa booth here too. after all, old habits...*
'Well, fellow villagers, we have a decision to make. Who has been acting suspiciously?'
*tries not to look suspicious*
*The insane laughter finally stops, and the door opens again."
"No use. Apparently I'm not cut out for the mad scientist life."
*scribbles down a second ballot which reads: "Day 2 Vote: Fergus"*
"I'm basing this on the fact that a strategy of voting for whoever votes first is no strategy at all. It's careless, and shows a disregard for human life. Convince me otherwise."
*Exits the Inn, haveing apparantly not found a Prancing Fergus. He wanders over to Reverbs still-hanging-corpse.*
Terribly sorry good fellow, I was just going by what Max had said.
*Seeing voting already going on, he meanders over to the hat.*
Well, my good Tyr, if you're wanting substantial reason for why one should vote you, I, for one, find it highly suspicious that you are so desparately attempting to shift the blame away from yourself.
*Promptly marches up to the voting hat, and on a piece of paper scrawls "Day 2 Vote: Tyr."*
*shrugs* "It is the nature of an accused man to protest his innocence. Especially if he is innocent. And I fail to see what I have done to "shift blame" other than voting for someone other than myself. I have done nothing blameworthy yet. Yes, it's possible that I am voting for an innocent man, but it's not like anyone is holing up a sign that says, 'I'm a midget, hand over your req.' What else are we supposed to do?"
*appears blinking, apparently having been knocked unconscious several hours ago*
'Huh? Wazz going on?'
*sees the hat and steps towards it uncertainly*
'Can I vote for myself? I seem to have been suspiciously absent for most of the day'
*decides she shouldn't vote for herself, and writes a note to drop into the hat*
Day 2 vote: Fergus
(No particular reason, just that she thinks having a body again may have corrupted his mind)
"Well, we seem to have reached an impass, since Fergus obviously isn't going to vote for himself. So talky, either you need to vote for me, or Mr. Bond has to vote for Fergus. Or we fail to reach a decision, and find out who isn't a midget when they turn up dead tomorrow. I suppose you and I could change our votes to Mr. Bond, and see if Fergus goes along with it, but I am comfortable with my vote."
Actually, I think it is impossible to change votes. So, I shall Day 2 Vote: Tyr (sorry about calling you a she before, by the way ) and we wait to see who dies tonight and then must decide. Unfortunate, but true.
OOC: From the rules: Once a majority is reached, the day ends. even if i don't immediately post. If during this time a second majority is reached, it is discarded.
If we can reach a second majority (even if it doesn't count), we must be able to change votes. At least, that's how I'm reading it.
Oh? I swear I thought I saw something about that... I guess not since I can't find it back in the thread, my bad. :/
Either way though, this is our last night unless we vote no kill... In fact, it'd probably work to our advantage that way, get it narrowed down to three people for sure... Why don't we do that, especially if there's the kittymorph out there.
*tears up his old vote for Tyr, puts in a new slip Day 2 Vote: No Vote*
*The Villagers, still bickering over who to kill once again enter their separate homes.*
End of Day!
(Insert time-dilation footage of moon speeding across night sky)
As the first rays reach over the horizon, you all hurry to the town square (or local bar) to determine who is the killer.
The fact that everyone turns up, perfectly healthy and refreshed from an uninterrupted sleep gets the meeting off to a bad start.
No One died last night
End of Night!
*wakes up with a yawn, and exits his barikaded bar. Seeing nobody dead, he inspects the results of yesterdays vote-off.*
BLAST!!! Everybody (except Reverb, but he's dead) voted yesterday, meaning THE MIDGET WAS HERE!!!! They're getting sneaky, those theiving midget bastards, they are...
*Glares suspiciously around, trying to guess who's the midget. He reclaims his bloody shovel from the bushes, and starts patting one hand with it idly, glaring at everybody.*
*glares suspiciously at Mr Bond patting his bloody shovel. She's obviously had a sleepless night, and has severe bags under her eyes*
'Morning all'
*also reads the notice*
"Huh. All right. So we're exactly where we were yesterday."
*breaks out the cocoa in predictable but damn-I-need-a-cup manner, and offers it around*
*accepts the cocoa, but looks at is suspiciously*
'Huh, thanks, I think'
*thinks for a moment and puts up a sign:
Free req for bodily fluids!
and hides behind a bush to watch it*
*Also accepts a cup of cocoa, then spotting the sign, he walks over to it. Holding his sign over the bucket, he scrapes off some dried blood into it. He looks up at talkydoor.*
Does this count? If so, where's my reck?
*echs at the blood* "Not really fluid anymore, is it?"
*glances down at the bucket.*
Hmm... indeed it is... but that's all I'm willing to part with.
At least it wasn't mine.
*pats her pockets and looks guiltily up at Mr Bond*
'Ah, afraid I'm a bit short at the moment.... Can I owe you?'
*looks consideringly at same. Well, he doesn't seem keen enough to be a midget. Wonders whether to change 'fluids' for 'parts' but sighs regretfully, and takes sign down*
*prances into the town square and sees the others all still there*
"Oho? The midget did not strike? Or perhaps was he blocked by a Mutant? Either way, that Midget is talking an awfully big risk in delaying if there is a Kittymorph."
*twiddles his thumbs*
"So, what now? We could delay another night and see if a Kittymorph does really inhabit this town, for then they would've definitely seen two of the three other people and know who to point to... But then again, it's looking like there isn't one in town at all! Oh dear, we have a dilemma. Any thoughts?"
*thinks*
'Well, could it be that that actually was a suicide on Reverb's part, and we actually have no midget mafia in town at all?'
(Yeah, she's not the brightest spark..)
'I don't think we can afford to wait. There's always the danger that there's a zombie in town too, don't forget. (Although how we could miss one of them, I don't know!)'
"Maybe Fergus is right. Yes, we risk losing another of us, but I'd rather not vote for an innocent person. Unless, of course, Fergus is the midget, and is trying to pick us off one by one."
*ponders*
"Since no-one died last night, we must have a Mutant in our midst - unless the midget was too drunk or lazy to kill one of us. What is the likelyhood that our town - our tiny town - contains both a mutant and a Kittymorph? One human is dead, that would mean we are left with a midget, a mutant, an kitty, and probably a human. Strange odds."
*Jumps to his feet, pointing a finger at Tyr.*
HAH!!! There you go again! Trying to shift the blame from yourself onto Fergus! AND you imediately thought that there was a mutant, and not a lazy midget! That does nothing but help PROVE that you are indeed the MIDGET!!!!
*His eye twitches as he proclaims this, an evil grin/grimmace on his face, hand shaking. Evidently, he's been up all night, baracaded (again) in his cozy Inn, waiting for the Midget to strike next, and thinking of ways to guess who it is. He looks ready collapse; someone apparantly needs more sleep.*
*gives Bond a cool look. He ticks points off on his fingers*
"First: 'shifting blame.' I do not think it means what you think it does. Second, of course I considered a mutant before a lazy midget. A midget too lazy to cause gross bodily harm is barely a midget at all. Third: I wasn't the first to bring up the possibility of a mutant - Fergus was. Mutants were already part of the discussion."
"It might not just be a lazy Midget, but a mildly smart one. It knew we were waiting for its kill so we'd have one less person to point fingers at rather than four, and didn't kill because of that."
*Sees everyone looking at him like he just said something completely outrageous, like that he had a water buffalo for a mum. Then again, you can never know with this Fergus...*
"Yes yes, I know that a mildly smart Midget seems impossible, but notice how all of us are so normal and smart, using big words, having tea, and being civil. Clearly, this isn't your average strain of Midget."
It appears everyone is waiting for the Midget to strike, so I'll wrap up the day in an hour.
*Raises an eyebrow at Tyr, then ticks off on his fingers*
"First: Shifting blame, as in Trying to have everyone think it's not you, ie saying it's Fergus. Second; it's Midget Mafia, THE MIDGET HAS ALREADY KILLED OF COURSE THERE'S A MIDGET! and I agree with what Fergus said on that point. Third: I never actually said that You were the first one to suggest a Mutant, just that you jumped to that conclusion rather quickly, is all, and so on that note..."
*Bond saunters up to the voting hat, and elegantly scrawls "Night 3: Tyr" on his slip.*
"You, sir, are a blithering, motley-pated bugbear. And townsfolk vote during the day. Mistake? Or careless slip?"
*sighs* "We won't reach a concensus tonight."
*scribbles "Day 3: No vote" and drops it in the hat.*
*coughs politely, then quotes Max*
"If you Distract me at nighttime, put this in the subject: Night X, Example: Ninja Night 1"
And, I do not believe that anywhere in the instructions does it say "Day X, Example: Ninja Day 1" or any such thing.
OOC: You're right, it doesn't. But it does say: "The Villagers then vote on the most suspicious person. If a majority is reached, that person will die a horrible and gruesome death by lynching. Immediately afterward, night falls. During the night, players with special powers can use their sneaky moves."
Only players with Night powers (midgets, mutants, kittymorphs) are Distracting Max with Night votes. I only used the Day 1 format because that's how I've seen it done elsewhere. But villagers vote during the day. Only after we vote does it become night.
End of Day
The night passes without incident. Well, except for Tyr.
In the morning, Tyr was found drowned in a vat of his own cocoa, a surprised look on his face.
The consensus is that with the exception of the expression, it's indistinguishable from suicide. Not a bad way to go, especially considering what else a Midget might do...
Tyr was a Human
End of Night
Last Chance to save yourselves!
*Sees the bodied cocoa and pales*
'Ugh, I'm not drinking that stuff again.'
*Sneakily takes a marshmallow from beside the body instead, and waits for others to wake up.*
*The pale spectre of Reverb dips a ghostly cup in the chocolate. Afterlife's a good 'un.
It nods politely at Talky before floating off to haunt the the gallows, since, apparently, nobody has buried him yet. Their noses will be regretting that soon, it's been 24 hours, and the local climate does not do much for preservation.*
*shakes his ghostly head over the wasted cocoa, and floats over to hobnob with Reverb*
*sniffs, but doesn't seem to detect anything odd. but then she is drinking corpsified cocoa*
*sees a spectre appear before her, and flinches before realising it's not gonna do her any harm now*
*nimbly takes one of the marshmallows next to the cocoa vat as well, and nibbles on it. He shakes his head sadly when his sees the drowned human*
"Whelp, now we have three people left. I hope I've been logical enough by trying to stall and make the Midget attack and get us down to three that, along with my hopefully good looking actions, have you two believe me when I say that I am, indeed, human."
*he pauses to pop a marshmallow up in the air and catch it in his mouth*
"Now though, that means either the outspokenish James Bond is the Midget, or the more quiet Talkydoor is.
James had been half arguing with Tyr before, and he was the only voter yesterday. Did he knock off Tyr because he was afraid he might start votes against him?
But then there's Talky, who hasn't really done anything besides vote and roleplay some. Didn't she also claim to be the Kittymorph a while ago? That claim is obviously false, since there's no reason to hide that fact anymore: if she was the Kittymorph she could've just come out this round since she would've seen everyone by now. Was that just a little white lie before, or trying to cover her tracks and lay low as the Midget?"
*He stops, and turns to look at both of them*
"Well, what say you two?"
*Listens to Fergus' theory, nodding. He glances towards Tyrs body, shakes his head, and also munches on a marshmallow.*
Well, if the midget WAS me, I probably would have left Tyr alive, so as to try and prove that since he didn't die, he was probably the midget. As Tyr IS dead, does that not prove that I am not, in fact, the midget?
And of course, TalkyDoor might be purposely quiet, so as to not draw attention to herself, killing the others from the shadow?
But then, there's you, Fergus. You have also been avoiding having too much drama, and your quiet, unsuspicious manner might also be to make people vote away from you! Now, I've tried to defend you this entire season, as you are a close friend, but now with only three of us left, I have to suspect everyone. And, sorry to say, I find it suspicous that you quite openly said that you had purposely done everything in your power to avoid being suspicious. So, I am sad to do this, but...
*James walks up to the hat, and with a final glance over his shoulder, writes on his paper "Day 4; Fergus."
Sorry, mate.
*looks admiringly at Fergus, impressed by his logic, but can't actually believe she's being described as quiet. that must be a first time....*
'Well done. I am not, in fact, a kittymorph. Despite enjoying the feline role so much' (cough cough, splutter) 'I am indeed a human. I thought describing myself as a kitty would buy me some valuable immunity.'
*looks consideringly at the two left*
'Well, since we haven't seen a good old-fashioned lynching yet, I'm afraid I have to accede to my bloodthirsty nature. Sorry, Fergus. It's been nice knowing you.'
Writes: Day 4, Fergus and drops it into the hat with a cringe.
*shakes his head sadly*
"Tsk tsk, it seems that one of you can't figure out how to put one and one together. Such a shame, but that's what you get for not paying attention."
*sighs and looks at both of them with an equally sad look, despite already knowing which of them is the Midget*
"Now, I shall spend the rest of my day dancing away, enjoying this body while it lasts."
*moonwalks away*
*looks sadly at Fergus*
'Denial can be such a blessing sometimes.'
*She sits down to whittle her lynching stick*
After some short but fierce examinations, James and Talkydoor turn on Fergus
Fergus is decapitated by the bored ghosts of Reverb and Tyr, his head joining them in the great beyond.
Fergus was a Human
...
James turns to Talkydoor. She's not there. He looks dow-
...
Having finished him off with one blow to the neck, Talkydoor cuts off Jame's nodally appendage as a trophy, before leaving the town to the ghosts.
James was the Mutant
Talkydoor was the Midget
End of Days
Day One:
No One is lynched
Night One:
James saves Fergus
Reverb is murdered by Talkydoor
Day Two:
No One is lynched
Night Two:
James saves Talkydoor
Talkydoor decides to kill NO ONE
(New rules addendum; Midgets cannot choose not to kill. Otherwise there could have been a stalemate, without any Kittymorphs.)
Day Three:
No lynching.
Night Three:
James saves self
Tyr is drowned by the short and evil Talkydoor
Day Four:
Fergus gets lynched (although it's not much of a lynching with only two people.)
Too many Midgets for them to be lynched; Midgets win!
*claps and puts her stilts away*
Good game, all! Especially the evil and sneaky Ms. talky.
In'ee'! Wha' a won'erfuw game!
You ha' me foo'ed 'e en'ire 'ime, Ms 'alky!
...'owever, I wou' 'ike my 'ounge back, p'ease!
The ghost of Reverb looks sadly at the results of the town politics. Damned bloody morons, the lot of them.. he whispers unheard.
I could swear that Talkydoor could read everyone's mind... 
If there are enough takers (about ten-ish) then I'd like to run another, full-sized game.
Maybe even introduce some of the more unusual variations...
Heh.. with the Charming Joey as Cupid? 
Well, it seems like no-one else is up for the idea, but I for one would thoroughly enjoy another round!
...and a second chance to get back at Talky...
Well, in that case...
MAFIA IT IS!
Post if you want to play this round.
We'll need at least five players...
Why not give it a go? It's just like being in an Agatha Christie novel.
Except Piro doesn't always win...
It's based on Improbable Island...
and it uses much worse grammar and punctuation.
...
Ok, it's nothing like an Agatha Christie novel. Despite that it's still fun.
Hmm... I suppose I should, to allow revenge.
*starts equipping self with many, many layers of armour, and advertising for a taste-tester*
Looking forward to it!
Let's see if my survival rate goes up this time.. i'm in!
I think we'll need more then three people.
I'd try some in-game suggestions, but I'm kinda busy right now.
Anyone else think they could rope someone into a game? 
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