|Glitch Mafia II|
|Host||GMaster479 & Araver|
|Link||Game thread: Glitch Mafia II BTSC threads|
|Size||27 Players (SuperSize)|
|Winning Faction||Apple (Glitch Other Faction)|
|Roster|| 1. Fox|
|First to Die||Akriti|
|Last Remaining|| 10. sparrowhawk|
It began on July 26th, 2011 and ended in an Apple (Glitch Other Faction) win in N10 (August 17th).
Order of Precedence (see here what that meansOOP): Traps > Blocks > Steal >Redirects > Account Framing > Kills (including NK) > Spies. Order of Precedence is ONLY used when TWO (2) players target each other. E.g. A tries to block B who tries to trap A. trap > block so B traps A.
Tie Lynch Rules: Day 1 tie = no lynch, Other days: all in tie lynched
Other FAQ: 1. What actions appear in night post? Successful Blocks, Redirects, Traps, Saves and Kills will appear in the Night Posts
2. What is steal action? The player who steals will block his target + gets to use the ability the target had in the next night / cycle.
3. What is account framing? Account framing is a Twice-during-the-game delayed kill ability. If a player who was targeted succesfully with account framing is not saved in the next 2 cycles by David Ebersman (who can fix an account on even nights), then the player is arrested for fraud (eliminated from game /killed). The Account Framing/Fix is basically a pair of arch-nemesis roles much like Virus Implant / Virus Specialist in Glitch Mafia. Per Glitch I rules (and barring outside influences on the actions): If the Account Fixer tries to fix the account at the same time (Same night) when the Baddie attempts to mess it up, the account ends up clean (i.e. the account is messed up then fixed back to its original status in the same night) 4. If A Blocks B; B Blocks C; C Kills D, the night post would show: Role A blocks Player B and Role C kills Player D ?Yes.
5. What is Zuckerburg's powerplay? Powerplaying means replacing / overwritting one's action with his own choice of action (as in regular BTSC see Powerplayed on the wiki). The RID Powerplay ability means that if the RID guess is correct, Zuckerburg's choice of action is done instead of the target's submitted choice. E.g. of action: RID Powerplay Christopher Cox as X: Spy Y. If RID is correct (i.e. X is Cox) then X spies Y instead of whoever he tried/wanted to spy.
6. How do redirects work? Most redirects are "passive" per GM's rules which I have found to mean: a person is redirected to a target chosen by random.org and unknown by the redirector. E.g. Redirect X (instead of Redirect X to Y). Only active redirect is Chamath's 75% chance redirect. Redirected spies are notified that they've been redirected i.e. if they spy A and are redirected to B will be told "B's role (faction, target) is ...".
Google – 6 Baddies WinCon: Be in Majority. Have Night Kill and BTSC.
- Larry Page: Former and now the current CEO of Google - Knows how to work his way back to the top even after leaving to get a degree. Can spy odd nights, block even nights (Spy/Block)
- Eric Schmidt: CEO from 2001-2011 - Knows how to move companies up to the top. Can block odd nights, spy even nights. (Block/Spy)
- Sergey Brin: Co-Founder of Google - Still has a good deal of control in the company. (Redirect)
- Nikesh Arora: CBO - A former T-Mobile Executive who is great at stealing information from phones. (Steal Action)
- David Drummond: Chief Legal Officer - Great at bargaining and making transactions. (Can change 2 votes per day)
- Patrick Pichette: CFO. Twice during the game can attempt mess with employee bank account. If mistakes aren’t noticed in 2 days, player will be arrested/killed. (Account Framing)
Facebook - 16 Goodies. WinCon: Eliminate the Competition (all factions)
- Mark Zuckerburg, CEO of Facebook – He sets the overall direction and product strategy and can directly intervene to change the course whenever he feels like it (RID Powerplay of any current or former employee)
- Christopher Cox, VP of Product – former software engineer, director of HR and now responsible for organizing product strategy. He still takes the time to meet one hour with each new employee. (Spy. If Zuckerburg gets killed, he gains an RID Kill)
- Matt Cohler, VP of Strategy and Business Operations - He has a keen eye for investment opportunities and can take a person to lunch each day to discuss future deals (Trap for the next day)
- Sheryl Sandberg – former VP of Google, currenly Chief Operating Officer for Facebook – She knows what needs to be done, so don’t get in her path (Kill)
- Mike Schroepfer – current VP of Engineering, formerly VP of Engineering at Mozilla, responsible with Firefox’s development – He knows how to get things done, but also knows when the time is right to slow down the enthusiasm and build with care (Block)
- Dustin Moskovitz - co-founder and former VP of Engineering – His position still allows him to subtly influence key elements – can save someone from disaster once per night. Can save self only once. Can not save the same person two nights in a row. (Save)
- Chamath Palihapitiya, VP of Growth, Mobile and International – He takes a shot at grabbing the mobile market. Each night he can redirect a person with a 75% chance of the redirect going through and a 25% chance his move is revealed to the target and the redirect fails (Potential redirect)
- Gideon Yu - VP and CFO - a specialist of big investments and tough negotiations, can PM the host to change a vote behind the scenes each day (Vote redirect)
- Chris Kelly - VP of Corporate Development, Chief Privacy Officer, General Counsel – His past cooperation allows him to influence the Attorney General’s office. Role will be revealed but the lynchee will not die. (RID Save Lynch)
- Dan Rose - VP of Partnerships and Platform Marketing – He knows how to make ideas grow and how to convince others. You don’t want to mess with him. Anyone acting on him will be blocked/forget their action for the next cycle (either day-action or night-action) (Future block)
- David Ebersman - Chief Financial Officer - He leads the finance and facilities teams. Odd night: can choose a subset of players and will be told if their accounts are in order. Even night: can attempt to fix a player’s bank account to eliminate any mistakes. (Account Check/Fix)
- Bret Taylor - current CTO, former co-creator of Google Maps, struggles to leverage emerging technologies and ensure a long-term technical domination (Action Spy)
- Lori Goler - VP of Human Resources and Recruiting – Responsible for growing and retaining the Facebook team, she knows what’s on everyone’s mind (Faction Spy)
- Andrew McCollum - Facebook’s first graphic artist – When he gets inspiration, he goes into hiding to finish his works of art (Can’t die at night.)
- Chris Hughes - Co-founder and initial spokesman for Facebook (Adds a message to either a day or night post)
- Sean Parker - former employer at Napster and Facebook’s informal advisor, first President – Has a knack for sticking his nose into other people’s stuff at night (Spy)
Twitter – Indy #1. Wincon - Outlive Facebook. Has BTSC
- Dick Costolo, current CEO and former employee at Google - His work on improvisational comedy allows him to go unnoticed by others and get information when needed (Spy)
- Jack Dorsey, Chairman and creator of Twitter, first CEO - His drive for simplicity can influence the others. He can choose to block or redirect a person each night. (Block or Redirect)
- Evan Williams, Co-Founder and second CEO - He will do what it takes to protect Twitter from giants (RID Kill odd nights)
Bing/Microsoft - Indy #2. Wincon - Outlive Google. Has BTSC
- Stefan Weitz, Head of Bing - He knows that faster doesn’t always equal smarter and can wait patiently for his turn (Spy odd nights. RID Kill even nights.)
- Dave Coplin, Director of Search - He has worked across a wide range of sectors and customers providing strategic advice and guidance and he can call in a favor per night. (Dice roll: 1 – Save, 2 – Block, 3 – Spy, 4 - Kill, 5 – Redirect, 6 – Choice of action )
|The role of "Sean Parker" was given to Sparrowhawk in this game. Anyone who spied him learned that he was Sean Parker, and anyone who attempted to RID Kill him as Sean Parker wouldn't be successful (as Twitter attempted N3), and if he was blocked he had a 50/50 shot of being told whether his RID was correct or not.
HOWEVER Sean Parker was not actually a role and sparrowhawk was actually Steve Jobs, the only original member of the secret Apple faction. He had an RID recruit each night and once recruited, that person would NOT gain BTSC (to promote Glitch talk in thread) and their night action/ability would be replaced with an RID Kill on behalf of the Apple faction. Their wincon was to be in the majority.
APPLE (Glitch Other Faction)
- sparrowhawk - Sean Parker/Steve Jobs
- Phaze - Chamath Palihapitiya - formerly Facebook - Recruited N3
- benjer3 - Andrew McCollum - formerly Facebook - Recruited N9
- darth nox - Gideon Yu - formerly Facebook - Recruited N10
Day and Night Posts
|Prelude - Don’t be evil ... unless you are Google|
|“Atrocious” screamed Larry Page as he slammed his fist down on the boardroom table.
“Did you see what Facebook did to us? How they threw our new social network plans under the bus? That killed us.”
“For all their problems with privacy its disappointing that they would try and throw the blame on us” said Schmidt snidely.
“Yeah, all we want to do is run every computerized service in the world. Why won’t they let us do that?” asked Brin.
“Well they aren’t going to just let us take their service. We need to go in there and stop them if we are ever going to try and take over the Internet. We all know that the government is just going to believe us whatever happens. We are like…like the old Mafias that ran Las Vegas, except our playing field is Silicon Valley. Now that I am back in charge, we are going to take Facebook and all the other tech companies that stand in our way. Are you with me?”
The Boardroom stood up and applauded Page, as they were ready to take on the best and brightest of Silicon Valley.
“People” said Mark Zuckerburg slyly to his VP’s. “People just don’t seem to understand. All we did to Google was point out what was plainly obvious to us. We have the experience here and we aren’t going to let them just walk into our territory and take over. We have a focus. A focus that involves spreading our Likes and our Pokes and our views of faux transparency throughout the Internet. We are well on our way there but as you all know we have Google to contend with. Their executive board is looking into throwing our services under the bus like we did to them. I don’t know how they are going to do this, but rest assured we will be vigilant and be ready to take them on in whatever they do.”
Facebook’s VP’s looked up and applauded at the non-blinking sweating billionaire boss. They knew that on this battle on this playing field that they would have the advantage. Google may be able to make self-driving cars and phone software and browsers but Facebook was ready to take on the Internet and make it their playground for good
“Perfect.” thought Costello to himself. “Facebook is going to wage an all out war against Google and we are going to take this opportunity to make sure that they clear out of the way. Too long has Twitter played second fiddle to Facebook. Too long have we been forced to moderate the obsessive followers of our celebrity clientele. We need to make sure that Facebook loses in this big mess and with any luck we can take over their business and incorporate it with Twitter. Sound good?”
With that the Twitter execs stood up and began applauding hoping that this would mark the end to Facebook’s dominance in Social Networking/
“Liars” said Weitz. “That’s all Google has been ever since we got into the search business. They say that we use their algorithm in their search. They say that we stole their supposed new look. Ha. Nothing. All lies. What isn’t a lie though is that Facebook is trying to take Google out and the Google execs are trying to fight right back. This is going to be a Silicon Valley brawl and we will do anything we can to make sure that Google loses so that we can become the dominant search engine on the web. I think that this should be no problem for us. Don’t you agree Dave?”
Dave nodded and with that Bing threw their hat into the proverbial silicon ring.
“Everyone” said GMaster479. “Everyone is in on this Silicon game. The government has failed to recognize the rise of this new breed of Mafia. This game will be nothing more then a battle for control of the Internet and thus the new world. This is going to be a fight not for Vegas, not for Chicago, but for something that could change the face of the world in seconds. But no one’s plans will go perfectly. There will always be a “glitch” in the plans. But where that comes in will be anyone’s guess. The RD’s mentioned in this game have nothing to do with the Glitch. Nor has one hint has been given. Or has there been? Can you find what isn’t there? If you thought there was a glitch before, just think what could be worse, and you still won’t have the answer. Just something to think about before the beginning of GLITCH MAFIA II: All I wanted to do was rule the Internet.
|Night 1 - Burning the Midnight ... Oil?|
Some building in Silicon Valley, last floor. Matt Cohler watched the lights coming from the other buildings. The Valley was still lit as a Christmas tree, even though it was almost midnight. ”They won’t stop trying. We need to get there first”, he thought to himself, and returned to his agenda. He checked tomorrow’s schedule. ”Not much to chose from, but this one will do”, selecting Phaze from the short list of. ”Maybe something will come out of this lunch.”
Two others were having similar thoughts. Deep inside Google HQ in a room without windows, Eric Schmidt called his personal assistant to take care of something urgently “Yeah, that’s right! I don’t care how, no fuss, just keep your target occupied for the night!”. Fox had no chance to resist those charms. Not far away, also in a room without windows, Mike Schroepfer had just found out that he still had more questions than answers after his initial analysis. And time was running out again, so someone needed to be slowed down for a while. A wave of fake reports kept Darth Nox on his toes throughout the night.
Elsewhere in the Valley, Chamath was playing with the mobile device he had just received from the R&D division. As he was moving through the menus, his fingers slipped and that accursed interface sent a message to DarthMask. Chamath could not find a recall feature, and moved to his laptop just to spend another hour trying to find one. Exhausted he gave up. There was no telling what DM would do with the message anyway. Not far away, a bored & sleepless Sergey, was playing an online game of sorts. Frustrated with the slow connection and bad luck he had that night, he threw the laptop off the table. He had to get out of there, this life was not cut out for him. He gave Shadow a call and left instructions, then left the office.
Various thoughts passed through Dave Coplin’s mind that night, but he had early settled for misdirection. He knew just the right one who could be convinced to do it. After he found the suitable bait, he sent the email with the proposal to Phaze. “That should be really interesting”. On the other side of the Valley, another one was swifting through the daily heap of mails. Jack Dorsey stopped at the one that he had previously missed. He noticed the deadline then sent in a quick text. Vineetrika woke up, read the text twice then cursed out loud. She had barely caught a half an hour break and now this? She dressed in a hurry and ran to her car.
“Every offensive must begin with a preemptive strike“, Sheryl Sandberg thought to herself as she watched the Valley view. “Now, for the target ... ”, she moved back to her files and starting skim-reading them again, dropping them on the ground with an impatient flip of hand. She reached one and moved closer to read. “Interesting. Indeed, this might do the trick.” She made a short call, “Yankees beats Aki 12-4” and smiled to herself as she switched the lights off. Not far away, in an underground parking, David Drummond had one more thing to do before this long night ended. This was a matter of utmost secrecy, so he had summoned a contractor in person, showed him a note with a name on the it, then left. The currents in the Bay Area would sweep curr3nt’s body to the shore the next day. Unfortunately for them, Dustin was around and got curr3nt to the hospital in time.
|Day 1 - Fried Circuits|
JUST as the executives awoke to the two dead bodies, everyone got into a massive conference call to try and figure out what had happened. KM screamed at Framm18 claiming him as a baddie and outing himself. Some nodded their heads , others scratched their head and went to vote for the inactive Medji. In the end, it was Framm who was going to head out the door. But before Google could push the button for Framm to be taken out the door by one of Google's robots and thrown into a Google self-driving car and sent to his non-Google house and sent packing, Chris Kelly came swooping in "Sorry Google, but we need Lori here at least for another day. Come on Framm." With that Lori was saved though outed and the rest of Silicon Valley would have to wait another day to find another Googler.
Oh by the way, Phaze came back from lunch a bit woozy but healthy and ready to continue with the night's actions...
|Night 2 - Peek-a-boo|
Bored, Larry Page skim-read the reports on his desk. As usual, nothing picked his interest. Wait, what was that? No, no, no. We can have none of that. He knew just the right man to take care of it, had him on speed dial as a matter of fact: "Maurice. M-o-r ... Oh, come on, just get there and stop him." In another building, another skim-reader had found something interesting in the reports. MikeSchroepfer almost leaped from his chair when he read the logs of the code submitted to the repository. How dare she modify the underlying architecture like that? Without consulting with anyone? Not on his watch. He rollbacked all of Aura's changes then set a lock on her for the night.
Somewhere else, a rushed courier drops an express package on the desk asking Larry Page to sign. Upon opening the package he discovers a couple inches worth of tax forms to fill out. Calling up Shadow7 he tells her "I'm going to need you to work late tonight.". The next delivery for the courier was addressed to Slick and he was rushing to deliver it before five. Catching him before he left the office the courier gets him to sign for it. Slick then grabs a letter opener and proceeds to slice along the edge while checking the sender. As he notices that it is from Dave Coplin a pink slip falls out.
In light of recent event, Jack Dorsey believed he had found a way to simplify things further. He did his research and found the critical path to be taken. His late email found Sparrowhawk still at his computer, working. SH's face lit as he read the email ... he was free for the night. As soon as he arrived home, he began working on his "Of sparrows and hawks". Wait till that hits the bookshelves ...
Soon after his wife called for the fourth time, Framm finally decided to take a break for the night and leave the office. His mind was all over the place as he passed the empty hallways on his way to the parking lot. He did not notice the white van with a "Salt Mine" inscription on it, that started its engine just as he passed. Nor the cameras that were discreetly pointed somewhere else. As he approached his car, he noticed a folded paper on his windshield. He unfolded the paper and read the single red line “Peek-a-boo!”. As he tried to make sense of it, Nikesh Arora pushed a button on his remote and Framm's car exploded, collapsing the entire ceiling of the underground parking. Already at a safe distance, Nikesh smiled in the rear-view mirror.
|Day 2 - It's in the system...|
The Glitch Masters had done their part and the executives were busy talking each others head off. Yuli and Nana7 were the main targets this day. But would they be RID Saved? It didn't seem that way when Nana7 was startled by 140 attacking robotic Twitter birds. These "characters" of sorts started pecking at her head forcing her to flee out the door while the rest gathered her belongings and dumped them into a Google self-driving car that sent her out of Silicon Valley for good. Seems that the Glitch Masters would never have to misspell Mike Schroepfer's name again...
Heyo this is just a glitch hinting post nothing to see here
|Night 3 - Postcard for ya'|
|Earlier that day, Jack Dorsey had been alerted by his secretary that a very persistent man had called multiple times without leaving a name. So, as the sun set and the phone started to ring, he should've been warned about it. It took him half a minute to register what Phaze was saying, and he immediately decided not to comment on it. He threw a casual "Wrong number" and ended the conversation abrupty. He just stood there for a second, pondering what the best course of action might be, then he decided to make another call from another line, just in case. "Yeah, it's me again. I need someone detained for a while. Harrasment, I don't know, find something. I only have a number, work your magic from that. But I need that person stopped for a while. We'll talk later". He sighed as he heard a short reassuring confirmation from the other end and headed home.
Google HQ, same room without windows. Eric Schmidt read the email twice before making a decision. There was something there, underneath those arguments, that sounded like a threat. So he made the same type of call, a safety shot. “Yeah, I know it's late. Listen. I need someone to be similarly occupied for a while. Goes by the name of Nox. Darth Nox. Same thing, same pay. Yeah, that works. Night. ”
Leaving work sooner than usual, and a new role for the night, Zuckerburg rushed through the city, driving way too fast for his age. As he failed to slow down approaching the red-light, he managed to hit the car in front of him. As RainThinker got off his car angry, Zuckerburg flew away leaving Rainthinker stranded for the night in the middle of Silicon Valley.
In an undisclosed location, Eric Schmidt met with the same contractor they'd been using. This time, he showed two notes, one with a name, one with a single word - "accident". As the contractor nodded accepting the slightly larger envelope, the two man parted. Eric smiled, knowing by the end of the night, the police would find an abandoned car somewhere in the darkness of the Bay, with golfjunkie’s body in the front seat. Speeding at night may lead to unfortunate accidents. Unfortunately for them, lucky Dustin was again in the neighbourhood, sleepless in the Bay Area, and got the victim to the hospital in time.
Two hours till morning, a knock woke DarthMask up: "FBI. Open up". Confused he brushed a hand through his hair and tried to walk to the door. As he hit his bare foot to a table, he cursed and yelled outloud "Coming. Just a minute." He unlocked the door and took a step back to let a bunch of suits walk in. "DarthMask?" inquired the tall one, sporting a weird retro-hat. He nodded slowly. "You have the right to remain silent ...". "Wait, wait, what?", " ... you're arrested for money-laundering." "What the? Do you know how little I make? Just look at my bank accounts. I'm always borderline broke..." "Oh, but we have Mr. DarthMask. We have." they smiled as they took him away.
|Day 3 - Save the Savior|
|Considering all he had done for the Facebook company, all the saves he had attempted, all the saves that had succeeded. _maurice was screaming at the top of his lungs:
"I AM DUSTIN! DUSTIN YOU FOOLS! CHRIS DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME???" Unfortunately Dustin heard no such plea and the perfect saver was booted out of Silicon Valley for good...
High up in the GoogFaceSoftTer office, Phaze is lazily punching away at his keyboard. Division VP Maurice Limey enter's his cubice and says "Uh...We sort of have a problem? You apparently didn't put one of the new cover sheets on your Thalia reports." Phaze: "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that I was kind of busy." Maurice Limey: "You see we are putting the cover sheets on all Thalia reports before they go out. Did you see the memo?" Phaze: "Yes. I have the memo right here." Maurice Limey: "Yeeaaaah...If you could just be sure to put a cover sheet on your Thalia report, that would be great. And I'll make sure you get another copy of that memo."
After Maurice Limey walks away, Golfjunkie walks up to the cubicle.
Golfjunkie: *mumbles* "Have you seen my red Slick stapler?" Phaze: "No I have not." Golfjunkie: *mumbles* "You see I brought it from home so it is my red Slick stapler." Phaze: "I have to go. I'm late for a date."
Phaze hurries over to Aurabees to meet his new girlfriend Vine and walks in on her listening to the restaurant manager curr3nt.
curr3nt: "Why can't you be more like solman and wear more flare?" Vine: "But the company guide book says we need 4 pieces of flare." curr3nt: "But you should go the extra effort and make ordinary, extraordinary."
After that Phaze and Vine head off to another restaurant for lunch.
Later that afternoon Phaze is talking to KlueMaster and darth nox about a plan he has to steal some money from the company.
KlueMaster: "But won't we be caught like Darthmask?" Phaze: "No, you know all those transactions with rounding? Half a penny here and there? What we can do is we route those half pennies into our account. The amount is so small that no one will notice. Given time it will build up over millions of transactions and we will be rich!" darth nox: "Shh. The HR contractors just showed up for our employee review meetings. Phaze: "Come over tonight. I have a surpise."
Phaze goes to his meeting with Shadow7 and Anon26.
Shadow7: "How do you enjoy working at GoogFaceSoftTer?" Phaze: "Well to be honest I don't feel empowered." Anon26: "Please explain." Phaze: "Just this morning my boss came to remind me to put a coversheet on the Thalia report that isn't even going to go out until tomorrow." Shadow and Anon26 nod their headsfor him to continue. Phaze: "I also got two emails from his bosses about the same thing. I spend most of my time dealing with this and Thalia reports instead of doing actual work." Shadow7: "Interesting." Anon26: "We will look into this."
Phaze, Klue and Nox meet up and drive out to an empty field.
Phaze: "You know the Fox machine that give us so much trouble?" Klue: "The one that blinks put in more paper after I've already put in a ream?" Nox: "Paper jams all the time?" Phaze: *Opens the trunk and pulls out the Fox machine and some bats* Klue and Nox start grinning
EDITED OUT FOR VIOLENCE
|Night 4 - Hit me again|
As his work shift ended, Klue was out with a couple of friends. After a couple of rounds, just after the bleak office atmosphere had been left behind, they noticed a young blonde. She had just come into the bar and sat alone, ordering a Martini. Klue smiled to the others "I'll get this one, guys.", as he got up and walked to the bar. He barely had time to think of and discard two pick-up lines, when he was intercepted by two men in suits who seemed to appear out of nowhere: "Mr. KlueMaster?", said one as he flashed him a badge. "Yes. Who? What?", said a puzzled Klue staring at one of the suits' strange hat. "You need to come with us, sir. We'd rather not make a scene if you agree." "But why?" "Well, the recent activity in your off-shore accounts activity was very interesting, to say the least. Please come with us. This way." Flanked by the two suits, KM was escorted out of the bar and disappeared in the night.
Not happy with previous results and after a long argument with Schmidt, Eric Schmidt had decided to attend the meeting that night in the underground parking lot. As usual, no words were exchanged, only a casual nod. Larry took out a small note, showed the name, then burnt the note as the hitman nodded. The envelope found its way into the right pocket and both disappeared in the night. On his way out, checking his rear mirror, Larry felt half-relieved, hoping that at the end of the night, the police would find golfjunkie’s body. Lifeless.
Down in the Bay Area, Larry Page was having dinner when he received a text message. As his dinner partner was not looking his way, he read it a glance. His mood dropped, but to be fair it had not been an interesting dinner altogether. He managed to finish the main course before excusing himself. On his way to the men's room, he hit his speed dial special number. "SparrowHawk. One word. Yes. Just a stop for now." Getting back to his table, his mood improved, and he managed to even throw a smile now and then.
Hot-wheels Nikesh rushed through the city, driving way too fast. Nothing was on his mind really. Except a song stuck there on repeat, which had become quite annoying. As he reached with his hand to change the song, the traffic light up ahead turned to red. With a corner of his eye, he saw a shadow running. Crossing his way. A moment in time. Gone. Reluctant to hit the breaks, he sealed Hirkala's fate. Indecision? Or cold-blood resolution? It matters less. And he had enough money to tip the scales if needed.
Away from the eyes of the world, still in his office, Matt Kohler was reading the neverending list of emails. He sighed, looking at the clock, just as a reminder popped up on his screen. "Choose a lunch date.", it said. He deleted the alert, then looked back at the list of emails. This simply won't do, too much scattered information. He went back to his agenda, scheduled a meeting with Auramyna and added a note for his secretary. "This will have to wait till tomorrow morning", he yawned as he turned off the lights and left.
Starting to worry there for a second, Jack Dorsey called his secret number just as walked out of the hotel. "Hi. I need a favor again. Yeah, I know, that was OK. So, Vineetrika.". He stopped talking as a woman passing him regarded him strangely. "No, there was someone in the street. Nevermind. Yeah. Goes by the name of Vine. No, just the standard. I don't want to worry from her for the night. Yeah, that would work. Thanks."
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Not surprisingly, Sheryl Sandberg had a little trick up her sleeve, for just like Google she decided that she wasn't going to do her kill in person. Earlier in the night she slipped a little bug into the car of one Aaryan that was to go off the second his car tripped the switch in his driveway. Aaryan was driving up to his house when the switched tripped and the bomb underneath his car exploded and flew him and his car onto the roof of his garage. The cops would have quite a mess left for them tomorrow
|Day 4 - Plus Clutch|
|Really boggled by the day's efforts, the glitch masters inside Silicon Valley's main computer were watching silently as one by one benjer, RT and Not24 all presented their cases. Votes flew everywhere at the end of the day and in the end Not24 was chosen to be sacrificed to the computer. After being gobbled up by the computer, the computer spit back out the financial information of DM and KM. The Facebook members gasped at what they saw. Patrick Pachette was no more, but his damage was already done...|
|Night 5 - Silicon Crickets|
It is true that every man has a limit for patience and Jack Dorsey knew he passed his limit already. He closed the TV and took a pill to calm the acid reflux. That man. Needed to be stopped. There was nothing unclear about that decision. He took out his phone and called the same number he had used before: "Hi. Yeah. Again, I know. Same choice. Target is Sparrowhawk for this night. I want him unable to move. Make an anonymous call or whatever. Yeah, that will do as well.". He sighed, then went to the window and looked outside at the lights. Tired. So tired. He picked the phone up and ordered room-service.
Deep in Google HQ, in his room without windows, Eric Schmidt had just finished catching up with the day's email. And he did not like what he read. Time for a safety shot again. He took out his phone and called the one he had entered in the agenda as The Delayer. “Hi, new target. Fox. No, that's the name. Not as code name, whole name. Yeah. For one night as usual. Transfer will be wired in the morning, upon completion. Yeah, that's right. Night!"
Rushing towards the underground parking, Sergey Brin mind was more focused on driving through Silicon Valley at night. As he arrived, he saw the black car he had been expecting from what the others told him. He stopped the engine and got out. A nod and the silent contractor approached his car. Sergey took out a note that said "Phaze" on it, hold it up for the other to see it, then put it back into his pocket. The contractor nodded and took the envelope away. They both went back to their cars and exited via different routes. Sergey smiled to himself, this felt easier than it sounded. And Phaze was going to be history by morning.
Everything else was just crickets chirping.
|Day 5 - Zuckity Zuck Zuck Zuck|
Coding genius Brandonb never even blinked. He pleaded, he talked fast, and promised that the future of this company was doomed without him. It seemed though that no one believed him. That all the sweat pouring down his face was just the pressure getting to him. No one thought that it was simply their leader in disguise. Mark Zuckerburg was taken out and trapped in a sauna where he would sweat to death. The remaining Facebook members gasped as they realized they just killed their brilliant CEO.
|Night 6 - Can't Stop Now ...|
|Until that night, Matt Cohler had never looked down directly. Hard to do that from the last floor in his building in the Silicon Valley. The architects apparently had not envisioned such a desire. And to be fair, he had always been too focused on the lights coming from the other buildings to care. Until now. He had to mend the rigid plane of the window to his will, to conquer the stubborn geometry of his evasive aperture to the outside world. A moment of struggle. Maybe more. As faint images appeared to flicker in and out of his vision, his mind tried to treat the flickers as pieces of the puzzle. And realization struck him. All he saw, perhaps all that was to be seen, was darkness around the building, around his "tower". Darkness. Absence of light. Near. Crawling nearer. Mayhaps a trick of the mind. Or perhaps a leap of intuition. Thoughts rushed to embrace both ends explanations as the mind struggled to give a response to the newly-born questions. How fare we? How fare they? He blinked his tired eyes away from the problem, passed his tired gaze on the half-full coffee cup and finally settled on the pink post-it on his desk. A lunch tomorrow. A simple decision in a not-so-simple universe. Consequences. Moves. A random thought? Too tired to investigate. For now it will work. Anon26. And so the hand follows the mind. And letters are written down. And secretaries type. And email invitations are sent. And lunches are served. Little cogs pushing larger and larger cogs. To what end?
In two separate buildings, two completely different people had reached a similar state of mind. Two different desks, each with it's unique assortment of scattered half-crumpled coffee stained printed emails. A chaotic blend of half-empty tea or coffee cups. Silent witnesses to past quests, to promising leads turned sour, to endless fruitless talk, to hesitation, to second thoughts. Silent actors, the desks belonging to Christopher Cox and Stefan Weltz had seen it all. To rid the others of an opportunity to strike back. RID. Funny word. It almost always carries so much hope, that one can't help but wonder ... would it be unfair for hope to have a letter? Somewhere. Somewhere in there. A HRID? A RHID? Was there ever a RID w/o Hope? I think not. RIDHope. That sounds about fair. Well, to cut it short, two hopes had ascended to granted wishes that very night. Cox's email reached the authorities, and was luckily passed on, from hand to hand, till it reached an eager, yet sleep-deprived, three-initials newbie that knew what to do with it. A stubborn newbie. An important stubborn piece in the domino that got Solman arrested right before dawn. The other email had been received by a single someone. A single bored someone that decided on a whim to read it till the end. And then decided to go with it. And that single someone's word carried more weight than an entire array of dominoes, as an unlucky Limey found out just before morning came - two men broke into his house and forced him into a van. Contractors had a busy night as well, as they dealt with dark hopes with green incentives. Rainthinker's body had been found washed up on the shores of the Bay. A single note in his pocket. Left by a careless contractor directed by a reckless Sergey.
Tired and uneasy, Jack Dorsey had found no rest in comfort. He was a man of action, patience had long since forgotten him. He counted the shadows on the wall, turned on the TV and flipped the channels as his mind refused to get distracted away. And of course, time ignored him and continued to flow its pace. As his fingers started to itch, he hit the button again. And electrons conspired and conspired. And then the phone display finally lit up. He fiddled for a few moments, as if left without a plan or suddenly hesitant now that his wish had come true. But it had all been a logical series of jumps. Phones have batteries. Batteries run dry. Recharging works, as advertised. Not wishing to push his luck further, he fiddled with a single text message, then sent it and left the phone to charge some more. As he left the phone down, his trembling stopped, his anxiousness stopped. As if the phone had drawn energy from him. As his eyes glanced blindly on the shadows on the wall, his mind jumped to chaos. And a sudden jolt rushed him to the phone again. As the trembling came again, he wrote another message, more focused this time, more error-prone, to clarify misunderstandings: "Bko2k SH. Block Sparqowiawk".
|Day 6 - Going going glitch...|
|Seriously stumped on this sourly slow day, the remaining members of this Silcon Valley syndicate submitted their votes for the day. curr3nt, Slick, and Auramyna were all having votes thrown their way. Votes flipped and flopped and flipped again leaving none other than Curr3nt left with the majority of the votes. They were dragged out again by Google's robots in beta testing and dragged to the google cars, as they were happy to see Chris Hughes leave the building...but not before getting one last word in.|
|Night 7 - Whisked away|
|Surfing through the channels, Jack Dorsey's mind was active in the background. He threw the remote on the couch and went back to his laptop. A quick glance at the emails he had received in the meantime, and a name popped up. Jack scratched his head then grabbed the phone and typed another short text: "Bko2k Slick".
Same room without windows in Google HQ, the lair of Eric Schmidt was dimly lit. He was half asleep reading emails. As he clicked on a link, he found a nasty blog-post about Google. Well, we can't tolerate that can we? He reached for the phone and called his go-to-guy "New target. SparrowHawk. Yeah, check his blog, can you believe it? Block him now. Take him down for the night. Yeah. Thanks". As closed the call and yawned, a reminder alarm beeped. Startled, he read the reminder note "Parking. 11 PM EDT". Facepalm. Almost forgot. He took a paper and a pen and wrote on his knees "Slick". Took his hat and car keys and went out. The meeting with the contractor went smooth as always, and then he was finally free to go take a well-deserved nap. He was already sound asleep when Slick's body hit the ground on a back silicon alley, but he smiled as he heard it on the news in the morning.
Somehow, one of Evan Williams RIDHopes ascended that night. Unlucky Vineetrika had been already followed by one of those surveillance van that almost blend in the city background. But Evan's correct anonymous tips had brought a breakthrough to the case, leading to the suspect's arrest.
|Day 7 - Boring Day|
|In a very very slow day in Silicon Valley, Marquessa was brought under fire. Despite how active he seemed to be in the dark of night, Sergey Brin went into it very quietly...|
|Night 8 - Final rounds of ammo ...|
|Same room without windows in Google HQ, Eric Schmidt was studying his record and spreadsheets. Making a few corrections here and there, as necessary. It's good to be Google, so many possibilities in front. Finally, he picked his next move, and wrote it down on a piece of paper. Forgetting his hat, he rushed to the parking lot to meet the unnamed one. As he showed the piece of paper, much to his surprise, the contractor's eyebrows curved eerily. He did not even have time to get scared of that eyebrow raise, that a sneeze convulsed the contractor's muscles. Retreating at a far distance, Eric pointed to the piece of paper again, at which the contracted nodded vigourously, between two sneezes. Eric turned around to his own car and left before he could contract any glitchy virus from the air. He woke up just fine the following morning, hearing the news of the tragedy on TV. Fox was no more.|
|Day 8 - Needs some balancing...|
|A long and stressful day came to an end. It was a close vote but after some odd counting, EDM was sent packing. With a big grin on his face, David Ebersman left the game days after his job became useless.|
|Night 9 - and still going strong...|
|Trapped in the same room without windows in Google HQ, Eric Schmidt's was sneezing and cursing. Damn viruses. He felt woozy and a wee bit peckish. No way he was moving away from that office. He finally caught a break in sneezing and made two calls. One to his favorite speed-dial number and one for pizza. "Need to ... *sneeze* Anon26. No, I said *sneeze* a block! Yeah, caught a damn cold. Thanks." As the pizza boy came with the no-pepperoni order, he slipped a generous tip and looked the boy straight into the eyes: "Take this note to the underground parking D. Number 42. I'll be watching you all the way. A car will pull at number 41, a man in a dark suit with a hat will step out. You are to show him this note, wait until he nods acknowledgement, then come back here and give me my note back. Oh, and wave this half-10 dollar bill at him before the car stops. Otherwise ... you wouldn't want to know. So, go, wave, show, don't give, get back, get paid. Got it?" The frightened pizza-turned-errand boy nodded and scurried off. Eric smiled after the boy left. "Well, we can't have loose ends, can we? The contractor knows what needs to be done with the boy. And with Shadow7".|
|Day 9 - Schmidty Schmidty Schmidty|
|After so many days of sneezing, leaving notes and burying many a dead body, Aura, or as we all know to be Eric Schmidt, was taken out in the same way he took out many of his foes...by his own hitman. With Schmidt dead...the game continues|
|Night 10 - The byte in the Apple|
|Two familiar faces walked into the offices of Facebook in Palo Alto, CA. Both darthnox and Anon26 turned their heads and saw their co-workers walk in.
"Sean!" said Anon26
"Andrew!" exclaimed darthnox
"Anon, you know my name isn't Sean" said sparrowhawk slyly
"It isn't?" asked Anon.
"No, it happens to be Steve, Steve Jobs." With that, sparrowhawk removed his Justin Timberlake/Sean Parker mask to reveal his true form, the one, the only, CEO of Apple, Steve Jobs.
"WHAT?" screamed Anon. "I thought...but you were..."
"See there is your problem Anon. You thought. At Apple, we think for you and that is why you must leave us now. Benjer, would you do me a favor and dispose of our good friend Matt Cohler?"
"Absolutely boss" said benjer. With one swift motion benjer took out his new iPhone 6 beta and opened an app that made Anon's iPhone 4 explode leaving blood pouring out the gaping hole in his thigh where his left front pocket once was.
"Now then darthnox, or should I say Gideon Yu. Are you ready to join the Apple team?" asked sparrowhawk with a gleeful smile?
Without hesitation, darthnox walked out the door with sparrowhawk and benjer, leaving Anon26 to perish on the floor...
|Epilogue - iGlitched|
|"Thank you and Welcome to our October 2011 release event. Now many of you have been speculating on what we would announce at this event as you always do. Is today the release of the iPhone 5? The iPad 3? I am here to say that we are releasing something better, something magical, and something revolutionary. For years Apple has been giving you high-quality products at accessible prices making us the world leader in technology. We realized however, that we didn't have enough control over what your devices were accessing because the internet is so free and open. We believe that we should have as much control over it as we do your music and app purchases. So today we take over the internet with 'iWeb'."
"This "iWeb" is not like anything you have seen before. It is our controlling mechanism for all sites and services on the internet. Before if you wanted to search something you would use Google or Bing. Now all search engines are redirected to iSearch.com where you can't find anything bad about our products and are unable to find any Windows PC's or software because they have been purged from iWeb. Every search query is now controlled through our iSearch and I know you will enjoy it."
"Next we introduce to you as part of iWeb, iSocial.com. iSocial.com is Apple's new and revolutionary social networking site which iWeb redirects all social networking traffic to. To make things simpler for you the consumer, all of your Facebook and Google+ information has been completely categorized by iWeb and made into profiles that reveal everything about you. iSocial reviews everyone's posts and private information to make sure that everyone understands our terms and policies that can be found in that typical pop-up box you see when you update your iTunes. We all know you read that already so that should be no hassle for you."
"Finally, we have iTweet.com. Twitter had just recently partnered with us for our Mac OS X Lion release but we felt that we could better their service so we made twitter.com and all sites of the like redirect to iTweet.com. Not only can you follow your favorite fans and celebrities like before, but we use Twitter's information to follow you and post your location to everyone everywhere whenever you tweet. By using iPhone and Twitter tracking technology every can follow everyone everywhere like magic and I think this is extremely revolutionary."
"So let us review today's announcement of iWeb. Apple now controls iSearch, iSocial and iTweet and all your favorite sites are now controlled by us and only accessible through iWeb which is available TODAY. Now you may be asking what this costs or how to access it. I am extremely excited to tell you that iWeb comes free on any new Mac, iPad, iPhone or iPod Touch and is available to purchase to current Mac, iPad, iPhone, and iPod Touch users for $99. If you do not own one of these devices, you will not have iWeb and therefore no longer be able to access the internet as of today unless you buy one of our devices. Also note that iWeb is only compatible with our newest update of Safari so no more Firefox or Chrome either. With that said...welcome into Apple's iWeb
End of Game Roster
- Fox - Evan Williams - Removed N8 by Google
- Framm - Lori Goler - Saved from lynch D1, Removed N2 by Baddies
- Slick - Jack Dorsey - Removed N7 by Google
- Vineetrika - Stefan Weltz - Removed N7 by Evan Williams
- EDM (onetruth) - David Ebersman - Lynched D8
- BrandonB (Lionheart) - Marq Zuckerburg - Lynched D5
- Limey - Nikesh Arora - Removed N6 by Stefan Weltz
- RainThinker - Christopher Cox - Removed N6 by Google
- Hirkala - Chris Kelly - Removed N4 by Nikesh
- sparrowhawk - Sean Parker/Steve Jobs
- Aaryan - Larry Page - Removed N4 by Sheryl Sandberg
- Auramyna - Eric Schmidt - Lynched D9
- Marquessa (Medji) - Sergey Brin - Lynched D7
- DarthMask - Dave Coplin - Removed N3 after account had been tampered with
- Akriti – David Drummond - Removed N1 by Sheryl Sandberg
- benjer3 - Andrew McCollum - formerly Facebook, recruited N9
- Nana7 - Mike Schroepfer - Lynched D2
- Not_24 (Thalia) - Patrick Pachette - Lynched D4
- Golfjunkie (Yuli) - Sheryl Sandberg - Removed N4 by Google
- Phaze - Chamath Palihapitiya - Removed N5 by Google, formerly Facebook, recruited N3
- solman - Dick Costolo - Removed N6 by Chris Cox
- maurice - Dustin Moskovitz - Lynched D3
- KlueMaster - Bret Taylor - Arrested in N4 after account had been tampered with
- Anon26 - Matt Cohler - Removed N10 by Apple
- curr3nt - Chris Hughes - Lynched D6
- darth nox - Gideon Yu - formerly Facebook, recruited N10
- Shadow7 - Dan Rose - Removed N9 by Google
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