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Game information | |
Host | Maurice |
Link | Game thread: Mafia Noir BTSC threads |
Size | 19 Players (Large) |
Start Date | 11.17.11 |
Winning Faction | Indy |
Roster | #, player |
First to Die | Aura, Thalia |
Last Remaining | Vine, EDM, Tol |
MVP | SparrowHawk |
Awards | Nominated for Best Mafia Game 2011 |
Mafia Noir was a game designed and hosted by Maurice based on own design.
It began on November 17th, 2011 and ended in a Indy win in N9 (December 7th, 2011).
Game Mechanics[]
Rules[]
I will be revealing only positive actions in the Night Posts. So no blocks and as usual no spies, unused saves etc.
OOP - Kills are not blocking. All actions occur unless acted upon.
Indies>Baddies>Goodies Trap>Block
Not sure I need to list other actions.
FAQs |
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1) Before the extra baddie and 2 Indies get revealed, do they show up in the night post as blue - eg goodie color? Yes, they will be blue. For story purposes they will be Goodies, until discovered. 2) Baddie subset - can be how many players? any #? Any #. 19 will give you 5. 1 will give you 1 or 0. 3) So, the medium role can't find out any RIDs from ghost thread? Say the player they choose has been NKed, i.e- RD not revealed, can the player reveal their RD to the medium? And what is the idea of the BTSC, is it basically to have someone else to strategise with and maybe get some info from wtfe actions the ghost had b4 they died? the dead player can share whatever he wants to share...roles, ideas, strategies. I also am considering some sort of ghost btsc "lite" to make available. 4) Are the characters outlined in the first post specific to a faction? Meaning, for example, that the Police Captain is goodie? Or will the characters be randomly aligned like the players are, therefore giving everybody knowledge of who is which character, but not which faction?I am developing the story. I will let random.org help me ( or really Rand() in excel). As I see things right now, I want it to appear as though there are 19 shady characters but I think by the time the OP is posted there will be 4 certain baddies, and then 1 extra baddie and 2 Indies mixed in with the goodies. So to answer your question, yes to the first part. You will see the Bartender as a goodie or a baddie 5) Are the faction abilities randomly split between the characters in that faction - meaning every player is randomly given one ability for their character out of the larger pool to use for the entire game - or does the abilities the players can use completely randomized each night, and therefore different to each person every time?kinda connected to the first question. I will essentially line up the characters with the abilities. So it will play out like a normal game...ie Bartender has the Kill. Again, I want there to be a story behind the game and will let randomness drive it for me 6) About those indies, I think I'm missing something. They start with 1 ability (kinda public) OR can choice one of the 2 special ones. This is great flexibility and a very nice touch. The bit I found unclear was about their WinCon. If it's partially secret, then it's partially public. Or it's part secret-forever and part initially-secret-but-disclosed-during-the-game (on second read, the latter is more likely). QUOTE "Have BTSC WinCon - partially secret. When the secret part is complete, the remaining WinCon will be revealed, as will the RD's of the Indies. Have a secret ability related to the secret part of the WinCon that will be swapped out for an additional ability once the secret part of the WinCon is complete. That ability will be revealed as well." Also, I'm not sure how the quoted paragraph relates to the two ability "sets" above i.e. they have an extra secret ability that can be chosen instead of public or special onesOR there is a secret ability that can be played extra (beside the public/special one) OR their public abilities are in some way chosen so that they relate to the secret WinCon part. So, how many abilities do they each have available and how many can each use at once?Indies - they each have one of the goodie abilities listed. They have a 2-part WinCon. They have a secret ability related to WinCon A we'll call it. Once WinCon A is complete, the Indies will be revealed as will WinCon B and their new not-so-secret ability. They can always choose the Indy ability over their own "goodie" ability. Edit-no plans to ever reveal WinCon A in game. |
Role Description[]
It appears as if this is a 15 v 4 game. In fact it is a 12 v 5 v 2 game. Two "goodies" are in fact Indies. One "goodie" is in fact a baddie. The baddie RD will be revealed only if they are successfully spied (Night Post) or lynched (Day Post). The Indies will be revealed only if they succeed in the secret part of their WinCon. This will be described in more detail in the Indy section.
Goodies: WinCon- Kill all baddies and Indies
- McCoy the Police Captain: Does what is necessary to get the job done (Kill)
- Johnny Baylor the News Reporter: Discovers who people are and who they are hanging around with (Role and Faction Spy)
- Vince the Bouncer: Will hurt people if he discovers they are up to no good (RID Kill)
- Rupert the Rival Club Owner: Has ways of keeping people off task (Block)
- Thiago the Mixed Martial Artist: Give him a name, he'll take care of business (Reverse Die Roll*)
- a randomized target will be selected, player chooses from {Follow Spy, Kill, RID Kill, Save, Block, Trap through day}
- Greg the Boyfriend: Jack of all trades (Dice Roll 1. Block 2.Kill 3. Save 4. Spy 5. Trap (choice of type) 6. None)
- Havana the Medium: Can contact the dead (Medium**)
- Once during the game, the Medium will select a dead player and gain BTSC with them. That player will lose access to Ghost BTSC. Until this point Ghost BTSC will not contain roles or secret information. The identity of the player will not be known in-game.
- Ronnie My Driver: Can tell how many people in a room are up to no good (Baddie Subset - Gives player list, returned # of baddies in list)
- Trey the Street Thug: Has a soft spot (Save - can not target any player for save more than once unless all goodies have already been targetted)
- Jansen the Private Dick: Has a symbiotic relationship with Mo. (Trap - choose between Night Only or Night/Day)
- Willie the Bartender: Everyone trusts him (Vote Manip - has seven (7) extra votes that may be added to other players' votes during the course of the game.)
- Sterling the Cop: Bulletproof cop (Vote Redirect - Each vote on Sterling may be redirected to any other player.)
- Iris the "Dancer": Flirty dancer (Messenger - sends host a pm and a target each night. Host will forward to target)
- Brady the Undercover Cop: Can mimic anyone (Role Copy - chooses a role per night. Can only copy a role again if all alive roles have been copied. If chooses a dead role, then action will fail. If chooses to copy a baddie role and targets a baddie, Brady will die.)
- Arnie the Cuckold: Wants my help (Add to Post)
Baddies: Have BTSC (all 5) and a Night Kill WinCon- Gain majority
- Layla the ex flame: Has returned to steal Mo's club (RID Kill - can use only on odd nights or even nights, chooses N1 )
- Scarlett the Cheating Wife: Uses feminine wiles effectively (Block)
- Rowan the Cocktail Waitress: Makes use of smoke breaks (Follow spy)
- Bernard the Genius Alcoholic: Is either extraordinary or nonsensical (Self Vote Manip - x0, x1, x2)
Indies: Have BTSC. WinCon - partially secret. When the secret part is complete, the remaining WinCon will be revealed, as will the RD's of the Indies. Lynching an Indy will not reveal they are Indy unless/until the secret WinCon is completed. Have a secret ability related to the secret part of the WinCon that will be swapped out for an additional ability once the secret part of the WinCon is complete. That ability will be revealed as well.
- On any night either Indy can use their role or swap it for one of the following abilities (both Indies may not choose the same ability)
- Oracle - ask the host a single yes/no question
- Modified Additive Vote Manip - to a non Indy's vote may add a factor of -1, 0 or 1 @100% probability, or add +2, +3, + 4 at 1/2, 1/4 or 1/8 probability respectively.
Indy Secrets |
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Secret Portion of WinCon:Successfully choose four(4) goodie/baddie pairs to swap abilities for the next day/night cycle. Can not swap the same player twice. If there are no more available baddies or goodies to choose from, then the secret part of the WinCon will be considered complete. When the secret part is complete, the remaining WinCon will be revealed, as will the RD's of the Indies and the new ability tied to the revealed WinCon. Secret Abilities: A) FID Ability Swap. Choose a player as baddie and another as goodie. If successful then those players will swap abilities for the day and night immediately following the current cycle. May use this ability each day and each night. B) No Indy can die until N2. If an Indy dies, the second Indy is immune for the next complete day/night cycle. (ie if an Indy dies N3, the other can not die D3 nor N4, if one dies D3, the other can not die N4 nor D4) If an Indy is lynched while immune their role will not be revealed. |
Indy info revealed after secret wincon achieved |
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Public Portion of WinCon:Successfully RID Kill 2 of 3 given targets and outnumber the baddies. If unable to kill 2 targets then be the last faction standing. indies were told their targets were Havana, Sterling, and Rowan (they killed Rowan with a regular kill, so were forced to rid Sterling and Havana to win) Public Ability: A) RID Kill - can be used on any player. Indies must select a living Indy to carry out the kill. RID Kill can not be blocked. Saves can still save the target as can trapping the target. The only way to block it though is... B) Each night a random goodie will be selected to be given a RID Kill thwart. So long as the Indy RID Kill was not thwarted the night before, they may select a player to use it on. If that player is carrying the Indy RID Kill, then the RID Kill will be blocked. |
Host's Summary[]
End Game Comments |
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So when I first had this idea, I wanted twists and turns and surprises. As I developed the game, I thought that that task would be difficult without a Glitch type concept, which I wasn't inclined to turn this into. But you guys helped me out! From Slick's Bullseye N1 to The Baddies ignoring the gift they were given, you helped make the game have twists and make it difficult to figure out. Though there was some inactivity early, I thank ya'll for efforting. I won't go player for player but I'd like to still commend some of you. My Laylas. DM was very active early and was the leader of the Baddies until he lost internet access. But he let me know straight away. Fox came in and made the best of a messy situation. Fat Tony picked up the slack when the baddie btsc went dead. thumbsup.gif Slick I don't know how you do it tongue.gif (sidenote, both goodies who killed a baddie were lynched that same day for their efforts laugh.gif ) smoth was very active. I could tell. His blocks weren't game changers, but I'm sure had he stayed alive long enough, he would have had a bigger impact. He was paying attention. curr3nt didn't get to make full use of a role tailor made for him. He was trapped D1 and outed as a goodie early on. Entertainment value was high. Hidden Z made awesome use of his role to gather information and asked many questions. His actions/questions gave me goosebumps. Vine made me 3 for 3 for picking replacements. Asked questions and really turned the Goodies focus where it needed to be. tolecnal gave credit to sparrowhawk, but she was very inputive (laugh.gif shrug.gif ) and insightful. Nana died and gathered info. When Havana finally acted, she had much info to give...to the point that sparrowhawk wanted me to remove g her from BTSC laugh.gif And there really is no suspense I think...Yes he was fortunate and should have died several times, but he was also unfortunate at times (the whole curr can't be Sterling due to evidence ordeal). He (and tol) also used the tools I gave them in the way I hoped they would. Without Slick-typed ESP I figured 6 cycles would be the minimum time needed to fulfill WinCon A. They did it. As he pointed out, the game should have ended 3 nights earlier laugh.gif He was also probably the most active player (hard to always gauge when you hve BTSC and others don't). Therefore, sparrowhawk is the MVP of Mafia Noir. Thank you all for playing. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll have rep points/awards soon. |
A few points of interest from Night 1 |
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So some quick N2 analysis |
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After some great luck N1, things have taken a turn for the worse for the goodies. Shadow was forced to out herself too much and has been RID Killed. But to make matters worse, Nana has a successful spy on Aki. However, the Indies made swapped her ability with curr's...meaning she can redirect any votes on her to whomever she chooses. The one positive is that this is not a powerplayable ability. She must pm me just like curr would have to. That may actually make it difficult if she's not up late, but she can just say redirect all votes on me to Player X. We'll see what happens. The other thing is, goodies are not submitting actions. GM could easily have saved himself or Shad. Mew may be correct to not act. Dante has not acted at all, and he has a pretty powerful ability. So the goodies are hurting themselves as much as luck is. Also, two more sets of hints.
DarthMask convinces the crew that the pm I sent Aki was some sort of hoax by the Indy's or Brady. Aki goes to sleep without using her lynch saving ability!! ohmy.gif Fat Tony comes on late to sat that Aki should send me the pm just in case, but Aki is long ago asleep |
Sooo, some N3 analysis |
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t still is anyone's game. I wonder how much closer the Goodies would be had they been more active. Not just at night...even the day cycles have been pretty void of action, though everyone is voting. MiKI has asked for a replacement and I probably will replace Dante. He has not acted in 3 nights and didn't respond to a pm I sent him. The Indies should be on their way N4 to the next phase. By then I expect it to be 7-3-2 or 8-2-2. The goodies best chance would be if they thwart the Indy Rid Kill N4... Unless one of the following is lynched, their targets are Sterling, Havana and Rowan. I don't think they know who either of them are, though a baddie lynch will help And as for hints...there is a certain university in Waco, TX... facepalm.gif I meant to hint to a school/college of some sort... oh well how day post might have gone if votes had not kept moving... “Wait!!” I turn around. “Can we add one more person, Mo?” Now we’re talking. I don’t even care who it is, I just want someone to pay today. As I nod my approval, sparrowhawk is nudged forward. I exchange my shotgun for sparrowhawk. “Here. If they don’t pull the trigger by the count of three, you pull yours.” I jog to the bar and grab another revolver from the safe. I make sure there are three bullets in the cylinder and toss the piece to sparrowhawk. Content that at least one person will die, I pull out a Camel and walk to the front door. I see that it has begun to rain. That makes me more certain that someone will die. I light my cigarette and close my eyes, take a deep breath and listen to the patter of the rain. After my first drag, I hear click click BOOM. I take another drag and then open my eyes as I turn back to look inside the club. On the ground lies sparrowhawk. I find it ironic that the person who made his decisions based on the roll of a dice, couldn’t survive a coin flip |
N4 comments |
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And as the Meanie Greenies decided against RID Killing nox, I must speak with myself, once again. So we are at 6 v 2 v 2 with one of the baddies trapped...The two baddies are known by two different goodies - Vine knows Fox is Layla and EDM knows Framm is Iris. It does not look good for the baddies...but I feel that sparrowhawk may get lynched today as Fox is not an option. What will that do N5? We'll see. Lynching sparrowhawk would mean that tole would have to eliminate all baddies. Two turning points that have nullified early inactivity by the goodies: 1) Aki not redirecting votes on her 2) Indies deciding against RID Killing nox and killing FT...I think they are certain that Fox is Rowan. They may use it on her N5. And hints... For Rupert, the box of Heineken bottels, Heineken being a Dutch beer and Rupert being from N. Europe Rowan was tougher...so I used stern and bow in his death scene, as in Rowin' a boat |
N5 comments |
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Hid Z is using his role effectively, learning that both Indies were alive as of N4. Vine has been effective as well. I am grateful to all three of my backups, as Fox was active as well, just put in a bad spot |
N6/D6 comment |
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So Indies finally have a correct RID and the goodies finally successfully thwart it. 5 v 2 ...goodies need to lynch an Indy tonight. They need to talk, EDM knows nox is good, HZ knows curr and Vine are good. They can build a web of trust if they work together. If they lynch a goodie, then Indies will kill tonight (3 v 2 without a goodie kill, only EDM can do it now) say sh gets lynched then its 3 v 1 but tole would be alive for the next night (thwarted?) next day (no lynch) and then the following night she can kill unimpeded. Even if she is killed that same night.. hm.gif I may have a decision to make...as they won't outnumber the baddies... Hopefully it doesn't get that far. Day comment: nox, nox, nox...you have got to vote sad.gif even if you are unsure but certainly by N6...when you as a goodie do not vote, you allow the informed to decide and they rarely decide in favor of the goodies. Read sparrowhawk's post in baddie btsc...it may not be as kind as you would like, but it is true... |
Comment after Day 7 Lynch |
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Welcome sh...thank you for the effort you put into the game... For the record, had tolecnal come on to change her vote, EDM loses the flip, you win it. The next two cycles should be a waste as tole can not die. Only way it is meaningful is if the RID Thwart is misused. N9 should be the end...finally |
Winning Faction[]
- SparrowHawk - Greg
- Tolecnal - Ronnie
MVP - Sparrowhawk
Day and Night Posts[]
Prologue: Out of the Past |
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“Mo, you’re gonna need some more ice for that drink.” Looking over at Ronnie and then down at my Blue Hawaiian I realize I have spent the past half hour stirring the straw in my drink and staring out my office window down onto the floor of my club. I can not believe she is here, but sure enough that’s her at the bar. There’s no way to mistake that fiery red, curly hair. Those haunting eyes, pouty lips and thick creamy thighs leave absolutely no doubt…Layla is back. But why is she back? I had begged LaiLai, for my heart’s sake, to not come around my club any more. Yeah we had had a nice run, and sure her nickname for me, Momo, is the name I decided to use for my club. But she is trouble. Always has been. And I have had more than enough trouble in my lifetime. I certainly don’t need anymore. And not the kind she is capable of. A few years back she discovered someone’s true identity and put them six feet under. I used every resource available to me to protect her from the authorities. But she couldn’t promise me it wouldn’t happen again, so I had to end things. “Boss, you want me to get some more ice?” Wow. Ronnie has been trying to get my attention for a while now. “And are you still gonna need that ride?” “I’m good, Ronnie…on both accounts.” I reply as I chug my now watered down Blue Hawaiian. “I think I’ll just walk to the restaurant tonight. I could use some exercise.” I hand Ronnie my empty glass and head down the stairs towards the bar. The night brings out many shady characters. Fortunately for me, because I seem to enjoy drama, they all like to hang out at Momo’s. I like having Ronnie around because he is skilled at looking at a group of questionable types and determining exactly how many of them I should be worried about. I don’t know if he has a source or if it’s just intuition, but it’s quite a knack. I see Willie at the bottom of the stairs. “Mo, I’m sorry. I tried to tell her she shouldn’t be here.” “It’s ok, Willie. I know. Thank you. Just keep serving drinks. I’ll handle this.” Everyone likes Willie. More importantly everyone trusts him. Sometimes, in fact, people give more weight to what he has to say. Myself included. I hate trusting people. I hate that part of me likes to do good. But it’s there, mocking me at times. I am just a sucker for certain people…like this guy. “Mo!! They’re here together! It’s killing me seeing them together. Please do something .” “Ok, Arnie. Like I told you before, you tell me what you want me to say, and I’ll say it. But I gotta run now.” I feel for Arnie, the poor sap. Nobody wants to be a cuckold. But I don’t have time for his problems just now. My own heart is in a whirl. I just need to escape. Hopefully, Trey doesn’t see me. Just as I run this club, he runs the street. But also like me, his heart has its own soft spot. Latches on to someone then comes to me, asking me to help him protect them. Can’t have a soft heart right now Trey. Need to keep it hard and black, for my own protection. Gotta be like Scarlet over there. She’s Arnie’s wife. She is one cold-hearted woman. Her current boyfriend Greg is not the first guy she’s brought around here. But she doesn’t care. She’s been known to keep people from doing what they intended to do, even if it means slipping them a roofie or two. From what I hear about Greg, he’s pretty much a jack-of-all-trades. Not much he can’t do. I sneak up on Thiago and put a hand on his shoulder. The big hulking Brazilian looks at me and extends his own hand. “Willie, remember. Thiago gets everything on the house!” I remind Willie. “Just keep his drinks coming.” Betting on Thiago to win his mixed martial arts fights has made me a great deal of money. He is quite a skilled brawler. He has also helped me outside of the ring. A number of times I have given him the name of someone and he has taken care of them for me. I turn back towards the front exit. I see Police Captain McCoy standing in the doorway with Sterling. I don’t know if Sterling is his real name. I think everyone calls him that because of his pristine police record. He does everything by the book and he’s real good police. Accusations on him have a way of finding themselves onto other people. McCoy is a different story. He’d rather take care of you himself than allow the justice system to screw things up. Rumour has it, he’s even killed a suspected criminal or two. Of course, right behind them is Johnny Baylor. He reports for the Daily Gazette He knows following McCoy and Sterling around will always deliver him a good lead. Once he has a lead, he’s like an attack dog. There’s not much he won’t find out about you once he latches on to your scent, including who you like to hang around with. Yeah. I don’t need to be interrogated by either of them today. I make my way towards the back door. Rupert Cokkentwaught is waiting for me. He runs Rupies, the club next door. “Mo. You look beezy. But ve villy mus’ tawk soon, okay?” he tells me in his Northern European accent. I think he’s Danish…or Swedish. I don't know and I don't think I really care. I have a good relationship with him. We’re not really rivals. He caters to a different clientele than I do. I’ll make sure and get with him, because if you get on his bad side he has ways of keeping you off task. “Juss send a messaj vit Iris, ven its good fir you, okay?” Iris is a dancer at his club. She’s also his little messenger girl. She flutters her eyelashes at me as they both turn to walk out. “What was that all about, boss?” Vince is always concerned about what’s going on at Momo’s. And he should be. He’s my head bouncer. And he’s good at his job. He keeps tabs on everyone who comes near my club. If he discovers someone is up to no good, he has the means to do serious damage to them. That makes me feel pretty darn secure. “I’m not sure, Vince.” I’m pretty sure Vince needn’t get worked up over this. But I’ll throw him a bone anyway. “If you find out, you let me know, though, okay? Or better yet, just handle it and don’t let me know.” As I leave I see Bernard making his way in. I’m torn over this one. Bernard is a genius. I think he was a professor of some science or another at the University. But he is one of my best customers, if you catch my drift. I hate to see all of that intelligence wasted, but I’m not about to get on some sort of morality trip and turn down good money. Plus I like Bernard. Thing is sometimes the things Bernard says is so mind-blowing that I consider his opinion twice as much as I do most other people. But sometimes what he says is just too nonsensical; I can’t give him any credit for what was just said. As I finally make my way outside I see Rowan in the alley smoking a cigarette. It seems like she’s taking a break, but I know better. She’s tracking somebody for someone. That’s what she does. I’m tempted to ask her what she knows about Layla. But I think better of it. I’m supposed to be going for a walk, getting her out of my mind. So I carry on to the front of the club. I see Havana standing outside of her store. She’s a medium and can contact the dead. I think she’s from Cuba by way of New Orleans. I don’t know if what she does is real or not, but it does make for some intriguing conversations. On any other occasion I’d shoot the breeze with her. But right now I need some alone time. I don’t feel so bad for passing by Havana because I spot Brady walking into her store. He’s an undercover cop, but I know who he is. I may be the only one, though. He’s real good at staying undercover. I’ve seen him be multiple roles in the same week, and nobody ever catches on. I wonder what he wants with Havana. “Mo. You know she’s back right?” As I turn around, I am face to face with a man in a fedora and overcoat. It’s Jansen. He’s a private investigator but I didn’t hire him. We’ve just developed a symbiotic relationship. I offer my services if he needs someone to be preoccupied for a day or so. He feeds me information that he comes across if he knows I need it. I nod my head. So much for forgetting about Layla for the foreseeable future. “Well, do you know why she’s back?” “I’m not sure I care, Jansen. Just need to find a way to get her to leave again.” “From what I’ve discovered she’s got a plan to take over your club. And she has help” “Well, that’s not going to happen. I have enough people working for me that we should be able to stop that.” Jansen doesn’t appear convinced. “I can tell you who she’s working with…except for one person. Someone you think is on your side, really isn’t. I just don’t know who it is….yet. Give me time and I’ll find out for you.” “Thanks, Jansen” “I also think…though I’m not sure who…that there are a couple of other people who seem to be working on their own agendas. I’ll keep you updated as I get more information. Anyway, I’ll be around later. I have to follow this lead I just got.” I thank Jansen again. I decide to screw this fresh air business. Only one thing will make me feel better now. I head back to the club, make my way upstairs to my office and walk over to my wet bar. I mix myself a fresh Blue Hawaiian and have a seat in front of the window. Now this is relaxing. I’m not going to let anything … “Hi, Momo.” |
Night 1: The Postman Always Rings Twice |
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I turn around. Of course Layla is standing there. “What are you doing here Lay?” I ask. “I’m here for what’s mine, Momo.” “Yeah. I’m aware of your aspirations to take my club from me. Well it’s not going to happen.” “I mean you, Momo.” Layla grabs the bottle of Dominican rum and walks over towards me. She pours an extra shot and a half into my Blue Hawaiian. “See? Who else knows how you like your drinks?” “I told you Lay. I don’t need the drama. I get enough of it from mingling with the folks here. Only, here I don’t have to get caught up in it. With you, I just get in way too deep for my liking.” I take a deep breath and shake my head. “But that’s behind me, Momo,” Layla says as she tries to put her arm around me. “Stop,” I say, as I reach for my cell phone. “It can’t be behind you. It’s who you are. Now I suggest you leave before I have Ronnie call Captain McCoy.” I start dialing. “I wouldn’t do that, Momo.” I look up to see that Layla has a gun pointed at me. “You’re not going to shoot me, Lay,” I say as I pull out a Camel. Layla reaches into her purse and tosses me a matchbook with her free hand. “I will if I must. But I don’t want to,” she says. “Just come with me. I want to show you something. I know you think that your inner circle here is your biggest asset. But it’s not as strong as you think. I’d rather we go back to running this club together. But if you insist that’s not an option, I will use whatever means to get it back. Now come on.” She nudges me with the gun. I don’t fear that she’ll shoot me, but my curiosity has been more than piqued. “I’ll go. But put that thing away. It’s not necessary,” I say. I follow her down the stairs. I see Jansen near the exit. “Wait here. I’ll be right back,” Layla tells me as she walks towards the bar. Jansen walks towards me and hands me a slip of paper. He continues past me. I open up the paper and read the name on it. Without looking at Jansen, I wipe the brim of my fedora, signaling my approval. Layla returns with a highball glass of half lemonade and half iced-tea. “By request,” she explains. “Come on. Let’s go” We head out to the back alley. An Expedition is sitting there waiting for us. Inside, I see Scarlett, Rowan, Bernard and a face I can’t quite make out behind the wheel. There’s also a woman bound and with a pillow case over her head in the back seat. Layla sits down next to her and I follow her in. As soon as the door shuts we drive off. I can tell that we’re driving towards the bogs, which doesn’t bode well for at least one of us. Nobody says a word for fifteen minutes. As we slow down to pull over, the driver turns off the lights. “Momo, I only wanted to show you how easy this is for me, for the five of us”, Layla declares as she pulls the pillow case off of Auramyna’s head. She hands Auramyna the drink. As Auramyna takes a sip, Rowan opens the back door and Layla shoots Auramyna in the temple and kicks her out. Before I can react Bernard opens my door and drags me out. Layla’s two cronies jump back in the vehicle and they speed off before the doors even close. They turn back around and turn their bright lights on, blinding me. I hold my arm up to shield my face from the beam. I don’t even know which way to go to avoid being run over. The Expedition veers to my left and Layla leans out of the rolled down window. “Momo, please reconsider. I don’t want it to have to be like this!” Before I can react with a barrage of obscenities, they are gone. Luckily, I know my way around these parts. I call Ronnie to come pick me up. While I wait, I drag Auramyna’s body towards the bogs. She won’t be the first one to make this land her final resting place and I'm more certain than ever that she won't be the last. Ronnie picks me up and gets me back to Momo’s. As I arrive, Vince greets me. “Boss, we have a problem. Well, we had a problem, but I took care of it.” He walks me to the back storage room and opens the door. I see Thalia with a bullet hole below each eye and one in between. I look over at Vince. “Why is she in here? Get her over to the bogs,” instructions that should have been obvious. “I was waiting for Ronnie to return,” Vince pleads. “Very well. But you are well aware of our protocol. Why isn’t she in the safe?” As those words escape my mouth the answer becomes clear. I remember back to the slip of paper Jansen handed me. The one with curr3nt’s name on it. |
Day 1: Shadow of a Doubt |
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My eyes slowly open. Where am I? I raise my head, which is throbbing at the moment. Hitting the back of my head on the underneath of my coffee table doesn’t help. As I rub my noggin I see an empty two liter bottle of Coke on the floor. That’s not my problem. But that empty Jack Daniels bottle sure is. I guess I didn’t make it home last night. Downstairs, I hear some murmuring. I decide to go down and investigate. I follow the clamor to the rec room. Several people are gathered around a pool table, and there appears to be a body covered by an overcoat. “What is going on here?” I ask. “And who is this?” I am hoping it’s not Thalia. I would have hoped that Vince would have gotten rid of her body by now. The group explains to me that they heard about what happened last night. They were not going to take Auramyna’s death sitting down. They took matters into their own hands and killed the person they figured was responsible. While initially the suspicion was on Shadow, the blame slowly shifted towards Slick. “Well I hope you guys chose wisely,” I explain. I walk over to the body and remove the overcoat. I turn away real quick and then turn back to close Slick’s eyes. My mind starts to race. What is the best way to handle this? “Get rid of him”, I command. The group disperses, with some of them loading Slick into a car to take him to the Bogs. I race over to the storage room and unlock the door. I take a quick peak inside and lock it back up. I head over to the walk-in safe and open it carefully. “Get out curr3nt. Go home.” As soon as he is out of sight I go back to the storage room and carefully transfer Thalia’s body over to the safe. Just as I feared, I was going to have to dispose of this body myself. The lynch mob got to Vince before he could carry out my instructions. |
Night 2: Murder My Sweet |
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I make my way back to my apartment. I need a shower and a fresh change of clothes. I fear that last night was just the beginning of some major carnage. I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. I decide to not wear a tie, tonight. I need to stay loose. Speaking of staying loose, I pour myself a glass of scotch on the rocks. As I wipe my mouth, I head for the front door. I open the door and see Layla with a couple of other people down the hall. Quickly, I close the door and lock it. Looks like I’m going to have to sneak out of my own place. Just outside of my bedroom window is the fire escape. As I open the window, I hear three knocks on my door. That’s my cue to hustle. I make my way down the fire escape and leap down to the safety of the pavement.
I barely find the resolve to look Shadow7 in the eye as I hold her head in my lap. I know she doesn’t have much time. “I was home,” I explain. “Oh…that’s what she figured. She’s heading there now” “I know. I just missed her.” “That’s not good for…for…for,” determined as she is Shadow7 struggles to get the last words out. “Who, Shad? Who was with her?” I try to help Shadow7 find the drive to tell me who. But she is now looking off into the distance. I look over my shoulder. It’s the moon she’s staring at. I realize she’s not coming back. Gently, I lower her head onto my coat which I have balled up into a makeshift pillow. I look back at the two shadowy figures. They still haven’t seemed to notice me. I race back to my apartment. I decide against taking the old caged-style elevator to my floor. I don’t mind walking up three flights of stairs. And It’s safer in case Layla’s around. Once to the third floor, I crack open the door from the stairwell to the hallway. No sign of Layla’s crew. But it looks like someone is kneeling in front of my door. I draw my pistol and slowly walk over to my front door. I shake my head in disbelief. Layla must have gotten impatient. Somebody has banged this person’s head through my door. And to make sure the job was finished, they jammed a stiletto into the base of his neck. I unlock the door and carefully swing it open. I stoop to lift the victim’s head. GMaster479. |
Day 2: Scarlet Street |
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I don’t know why I thought I’d be safer sleeping at the club than at home. Maybe it was the lack of a head-sized hole in my office door. Or perhaps it was because I had some of the crew stay later last night and some of them come in early this morning. But as it turned out, sleep wasn’t much of an option last night. Instead, I sipped a couple of Blue Hawaiians and beat my brains in trying to figure out exactly what was happening and what I’d have to do going forward. Luckily, I have a mostly loyal circle of friends. There’s one of them now. “Mo, I think we need to take out Akriti,” Nana says while walking into my office. “That reminds me,” I reply. “Let’s gather everyone up and see what we’ve come up with.” “Yes! Yes!” exclaims Nana. “Then I can tell them…” I can’t make out the rest of what she’s saying. I’m out the door and down the stairs. As I gather everyone together, there seems to be no cohesion between the responses. It seems like almost everyone is suspected. These are the people I’m counting on to help me through this? Nana comes down the stairs and is surprised at how disordered our discussion is. “Mo! Didn’t you tell them what I said?” She is exasperated. “Yeah,” I reply. “You suggested we share our ideas. Well that’s what we’re doing.” Nana pushes me aside and stands on a chair. Akriti sneaks out from the crowd. “Everyone! Listen to me. I know who Aura was. I know who Aki is. We need to take care of her." Slowly the crowd turns their attention to what they’ve seen Akriti doing the past few days. And slowly they decide that she must pay for the recent deaths of their peers. “Ok, Nana. You’ve convinced us. But if you are lying…” I try to explain the consequences to Nana, but she’s nowhere to be found. We split up to look for her. I head upstairs for a quick drink before I commence my search. While I decide on a drink suitable for chasing down a potential baddie, I think back to those two figures from last night in the alley. I don’t know why but I can’t shake that image. I open the shades to my window so I can see down into the alley. I am stunned by the image in front of me. Akriti is in front of my eyes, a noose wrapped around her neck. There’s a note attached to her blouse. I open the window and pull off the note. I grab her wrist. On the inside of it, tattooed in the color of her name, is Scarlet.
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Night 3: Ace in the Hole |
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I tried telling Nana today that there would be consequences if she were wrong about Akriti. But since she took matters into her own hands and hasn’t been seen since, I now fear there are more severe consequences in store for her. I am tired of seeing my friends getting hurt. I need to help her if I can. But I can’t help her if I don’t find her. I put on my overcoat and think about what I know about Nana. I doubt that she’d be home, but I should start there. On my way out, I leave a note at the bar because I can’t find anyone. I should be contacted immediately if anyone hears anything from or about Nana. As I exit the front door something catches my eye. I stop and take a step back. I usually wouldn’t expect those two to be talking to each other. I wish I had time to quench my curiosity, but there could be a woman’s life at stake. I step outside and immediately the street light flickers on. Lately that’s been a cue for not just murder, but multiple murders. Tonight it’s a reminder that I need to hurry. Nana lives close enough that I can walk to her place. The streets are as empty as my club, but I still feel like eyes are on me. I can’t shake that feeling. Every window I pass causes me to steal a quick glance inside. My head is in constant motion, turning left, then right, then back over my shoulder. My gait speeds up, especially as I cross in front of alley entry ways. I am relieved to make it to Nana’s building. I take a quick look at the mailboxes to find her apartment number. When I get to her apartment, I put my ear to the door. I don’t hear anything. I slowly turn the knob, but the door is locked. I’m hoping that’s a good sign. I give two hard knocks, keeping my ear to the door. No answer, and no signs of movement inside. Hopefully Nana has a key lying around here. But there are no potted plants, nor does she have a doormat. I feel around the top of the door molding. There it is. I pull down the key and open the front door. As I walk in, I put my hand inside my overcoat and reach for my gun. But there is nobody inside and only a desk lamp is on. I check the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen for any clue. I do notice that the closet door is open, along with a drawer. I walk back to the living room and head over to the desk. On the desk is a notepad with a phone number and a series of numbers and letters written on it. There is a computerized voice on the other end of the line when I dial the phone number. It is the number to the bus station. When prompted, I request to enter a confirmation number, hoping that is indeed what the additional characters on the notepad are. I read aloud what is written on the notepad. After a couple of seconds, I find out that there is a bus leaving for Waco, Texas tonight at nine o’clock. I look at my watch. It is now eight o’clock. I tear off the page and rush out the door. I grab the first cab that approaches and give instructions to head to the bus station. Tossing a twenty at the driver I plead with him to hurry. On the way there, I try to think of a reason why Nana would go to Waco. The driver earns his tip and gets me to the bus station in ten minutes. I toss him two more twenties and start to hurry across the street. Another peculiar sight arrests me in the middle of the thoroughfare. A manhole cover appears to be slightly off of its ring. I lift the cover off and peak inside. I can’t see much. I pull myself inside and carefully drop to the bottom. There is a body directly at my feet, face down. Without having to turn the body over, I know exactly who it is. On the back is a note… |
Day 3: Double Indemnity |
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I am not as strong as I allow others to perceive. To my credit, I can at least recognize this. I found myself a hotel room last night and some company. I needed to remove myself from this chaos and find some sort of enjoyment in this world. Now that the bottle of tequila has worn off, I slowly creep out of bed. I slip my pants and shirt on and quietly escape, so as to not awaken my company. I hoped that my escapade would help me relax some. But tequila is an angry spirit. And it’s still flowing through me as I walk towards my club. Maybe I’ve taken the wrong approach. Maybe I just need to get angry…angry with Layla, angry with my own friends, angry with myself. Somebody will pay for what I’ve had to witness happen to my friends. When I enter my club I pull out my revolver and march over to the stage. DarthMask is being questioned by a few people. I grab DarthMask by the collar and stick the gun to his temple. “Why shouldn’t I blow your brains out right now?!” I ask. DarthMask is unfazed. I turn and see sparrowhawk. “Are you a part of this?” I inquire as I pull out my other piece and point it at him. Nobody moves. Nobody says a word. The club entire club is stunned. Their silence only angers me more. “You all suspect these two the most, don’t you?” I get a few nods. “Then? What’s the problem?” I take a deep breath. My anger is fighting hard to not let reason grab a hold of me. “Have a seat,” I instruct sparrowhawk as I drag DarthMask to a booth. On the way to the booth, I grab my shotgun from behind the bar. I open the cylinder and remove three bullets from each revolver.
DarthMask and sparrowhawk are sweating, but that risk gives them better odds than my shotgun. They nervously grab the guns. I toss my shotgun to the person beside me.
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Interlude: Strangers on a Train |
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I must have been really drunk last night. I vaguely recall the motel phone ringing and my companion taking a message. When I snuck out I just grabbed my stuff from the night stand and didn’t even notice the message on the matchbook. “Need a Loan?”. It didn’t have his name attached to it but I know it’s from Jansen. We share a safety deposit box at the bank. “Need a Loan?” is code to make sure to check it for information that we are sharing.
I can not believe what I have read. Greg I can believe, but Ronnie has just broken my heart. I slide to the floor and listen to the cassette. Indy Wincon and Group Ability - Public Part Indies: Have BTSC WinCon - partially secret.
Public Portion of WinCon:Successfully RID Kill 2 of 3 given targets and outnumber the baddies. If unable to kill 2 targets then be the last faction standing. Public Ability: A) RID Kill - can be used on any player. Indies must select a living Indy to carry out the kill. B) Each night a random goodie will be selected to be given a RID Kill thwart. So long as the Indy RID Kill was not thwarted the night before, they may select a player to use it on. If that player is carrying the Indy RID Kill, then the RID Kill will be blocked. In addition to the RID Kill ability, on any night either Indy can use their role's ability or swap it for one of the following abilities (both Indies may not choose the same ability) Oracle - ask the host a single yes/no question Modified Additive Vote Manip - to a non Indy's vote may add a factor of -1, 0 or 1 @100% probability, or add +2, +3, + 4 at 1/2, 1/4 or 1/8 probability respectively. An Indy win ends the game |
Night 4: The Night of the Hunter |
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A lot was explained today. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I recognized the larger of the shadowy pair that night. On top of that, Ronnie hadn’t been available lately. Thing is, I had feared he was dead. And I’m still not sure that he’s not. But as I leave the bank, I’m sure Greg is still alive. I see him sitting in a car across the street. He’s looking for someone. I carefully sneak across the street behind Greg’s car on the passenger side. As I approach the rear window, the driver’s side door swings open. Greg marches down the sidewalk. I follow him. He pulls out a gun. I reach for mine. I look ahead of him. There are only two people. One is standing on the corner, talking on a cell phone. The other is walking towards us. I can’t make out who either of them are. The second person walks past us. The first person sees Greg and puts down his cell phone. “What are you doing? Do you know who I am?” he asks sternly as Greg points his weapon at him. “I don’t care.” Greg fires one shot into the gut, causing his victim to bow. He then promptly traps his prey into a headlock and fires another shot to the neck. Greg allows the body to fall and scurries away. He reaches the corner and swiftly turns it. I hurry to the fallen body, just in time to see Fat Tony take his final breath. That moment of hesitation causes me to lose track of Greg. By the time I get to the corner, he has disappeared. I turn back down the street and see Jansen snag the second pedestrian and throw them into his car. I race towards him. This is not Jansen’s normal procedure. I usually take care of trapping his targets for him. Jansen sees me and instructs me to get in the car. “Jansen, what’s going on? Why didn’t you just give me a name?” I ask. “I have no intention of trapping her, Mo”, Jansen explains as he drives towards my club. “Look back there.” I turn and see Fox bound and gagged. “You know who that is?” Before I can answer he continues. “Well I do and I am going to take care of her tonight.” For about the hundredth time this week, my mind starts racing. I am trying to figure things out. We get to Momo’s and I help Jansen drag Fox towards the safe. “Momo, this isn’t happening tonight. Give me Fox,” Layla is waiting for us. Jansen shoves Fox into the safe. “That works,” she continues. “I’ve managed to change the combination to your safe, Momo.” As she reaches for the door she inquires through a laugh, “Oh and have you checked your storage closet tonight?” Jansen and I turn towards the closet. When we turn around the door is closed on Fox and Layla is gone. Jansen and I look at each other. Hopefully the storage closet question was merely a ruse so that Layla could get away. But we have to be sure. The storage closet is locked. I take a step back and aim my right heel at the door knob. A swift jab and the door swings open. smoth333 is sitting next to a mop bucket, his left hand in the wringer and a stiletto through his temple. I pound the door and kick a box of empty beer Heineken bottles.
Jansen and I head upstairs. I need several drinks after tonight. I open the door to my office and see Thiago sitting on my couch.
“Yeah…”
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Day 4: This Gun for Hire |
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Like any other day, I wake up around noon. I’ve crashed out in my office again. I rush to the diner across the street to grab my usual breakfast, pork chops and eggs over easy with a virgin screwdriver. This day is not like the last few days. It is true that I am not terribly pleased with the current situation. But for the first time since Layla returned, I have clarity as far as who is on my side and who has turned on me.
That good feeling is short-lived though as I enter my club. Once again my friends cannot decide on who is to blame, but they have two suspects tied up and sitting on a table. “Very well,” I announce. “It looks like we’ll play the 50/50 game again.” I hate the idea of nobody paying a second consecutive day, but I am tantalized by the prospect of two deaths. I reach into my holster for my revolver and once again remove three bullets from the cylinder. “Except today, I’ll pull the trigger”. I walk up to sparrowhawk and put the gun to his temple. I drop the gun to my side. I walk over to Framm and place the nozzle just above the bridge of his nose. I drop my arm to my side. I turn towards sparrowhawk. His brow is furrowed and beads of sweat have formed on his nose. He has his eyes shut tightly. I turn to Framm. He’s shaking his head back and forth. I raise the gun and pull the trigger click, click, BOOM, click. Four shots guarantees death. sparrowhawk opens his eyes, relieved that I never pointed the gun at him. I walk away, dropping the picture of Iris that I’ve carried all day on Framm’s body. I wasn’t leaving today to chance. Not when I had a chance to kill a traitor. |
Night 5: White Heat |
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The carnage of this week has been immense. I ask Thiago to help me load the last few bodies into my old Volkswagon Bus. I’m not sure what Ronnie ever did with my Hummer and I don’t think these bodies will fit in my Miata. Thiago agrees to come with me to the Bogs to drop them off. As we load Framm, Jansen walks up to me and slips me a sheet of paper. I read the name and nod. “But just for the night,” explains Jansen. Sure, whatever, I think to myself. If things go as planned, I’ll need the safe tomorrow anyway. “By the way,” he continues, “did you ever release Fox?” I laugh to myself. We’re going to have a difficult time locking anyone in our safe without knowing the combination. McCoy walks out of the club. “You needn’t worry about letting her out, Mo. It seems that Layla has already done so." I hurry inside and see the safe is open. Nobody is inside. “We’ll change the combination and take care of this for you tonight, Jansen,” I promise as I hold up the paper he had given me. “Thanks, Mo,” Jansen says as he walks away. After the combination is changed I write down instructions for trapping Vineetrika. Thiago and I head on out towards the Bogs. We find a very secluded place and park the Bus. Thiago grabs a body and throws it over his shoulder. Pointing towards another body he instructs, “You dump that one just over there. I’ll take this one a little deeper.” “Sounds good,” I reply. I’m not going to be able to carry any dead body as easily as Thiago. I roll the body out of the Bus and drag it towards the water. I roll it the last foot into the water and watch it sink just below the moss. I grab a couple of huckleberries and wait for Thiago to return so we can find a location for the third body. I have no intention of disposing of Fat Tony by myself. As I reach out for another huckleberry, I hear several splashes. I see EDM running through a shallow part of the pond. Layla is stalking her, not far behind. EDM climbs up a short hill and trips over an exposed tree root. I can’t get to her in a direct way so I head back towards the road and run up towards the part of the hill where I saw EDM fall. I hear a gunshot. Then another. I swing at the branches to get them out of my way. I hear the sound of someone scurrying through the leaves. Anticipating a confrontation with Layla I draw my pistol. Thiago breaks through the bushes and almost knocks me over. He has EDM in a fireman’s carry. “Let’s go, Mo. Get back to the van.” I get into the driver seat and Thiago places EDM in the passenger seat. He gets in through the side door and leaves the door open. “Gun it!! And veer hard to the left.” I follow his instructions and as we take off, Fat Tony’s body rolls out of the Bus and off of the edge of the road. The three of us look at each other and shake our heads. Thiago reaches into my CD wallet and pulls out an Eric Clapton CD. He pops it in and turns up the volume. We see another vehicle pulled over ahead, facing us and with the trunk popped open. I slow down and roll down my window. McCoy lifts his head and turns towards me. “Hey, Mo. I’ll meet up with you at the club, just after I get rid of this body.” I pull forward a bit more just enough to make out the identity of the body inside the trunk. McCoy must have just missed Fox at my bar earlier, but evidently he caught up to her after he left. |
Day 5: Crossfire |
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My sleep is interrupted when I am suddenly startled. I can hardly breathe. I walk over to my mini-fridge. Oh good. I still have a can of pineapple juice for my Blue Hawaiians. I grab the can and walk over to my bar to mix myself a drink. The silence downstairs is as much reason for fear as the idea of having to go without my favorite drink today. By now, I would have hoped we could have made some headway in this two front war that’s been waged against my club. And right now, nobody is talking. I look out of my office window, down into the bar. From up here I can see all of the angles. Suddenly an argument breaks out between two of my patrons, and then a third one jumps in. A fourth person is on the periphery. One person takes out a gun and aims it at EDM. I can’t make out what they’re saying but they are fairly upset. It’s getting ugly down there. I decide to go break this up. As I walk down the stairs I here two gunshots. I leap down the last three steps and turn towards the bar. Everyone has left. I hear a moaning sound coming from the stage. This is not good. Murder in my club is bad enough. But I am definitely going to need to be careful disposing of mewminator’s body. And all evidence that will show he was even in my club today. If word gets out that a police captain was killed in my club, well I may not care if it’s taken over by anyone. The PD is going to make sure that business suffers. |
Night 6: Sunset Boulevard |
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I hop into my Miata and take a drive up the street towards the top of the hill. I pull off the side of the road and park my car. This spot reminds me of my office, but instead of seeing my entire club, I get to see the whole city. As the sun sinks beneath the horizon, I think back to what and who I have lost this week. The sunset is a perfect setting for my reminiscing. It’s also a perfect analogy. I even mourn those that turned on me, as they were all at one time my friends. My phone rings. I answer it and simply hear a name on the other end. “That’s fine,” I reply. I hang up and stare out towards the bogs. I wonder how many more of my friends will have to wind up out there before this is said and done. I wonder who will meet their demise tonight. I am actually amazed at how much of the city I see. I notice darth nox sitting on a bench at the city park. I’m not sure what he’s doing there. Maybe he’s just waiting for someone. I notice tolecnal jogging around the perimeter of the park. On the other end of the park, I see that a lamppost is out. Luckily it’s not too dark now. I see EDM sitting in a window seat in the diner across from my club. Hidden Z is waiting for a bus, just in front of my club. I look at my watch when I see sparrowhawk waiting in line at the movie theatre. If the night can promise me that it’ll stay calm, maybe I’ll catch a movie myself. Not too far from my apartment building I spot curr3nt sitting on one end of his building’s stoop, tossing a rubber ball against the other end. Vineetrika walks past him with her dog. As she makes it to the street, a van pulls up to her. The side door opens up and an arm reaches out and pulls Vine in. In a panic I grab my phone to make a call. The phone number of my last call is still on my screen. I quickly recall my short conversation with Jansen. He wanted to borrow my safe for the night again. I go back to relax mode. I scan the city once more. The sun is just about completely set. Before I can completely relax, I notice darth nox is no longer on the bench. I scan the park, for a sign of darth nox or a sign of any kind of trouble. To my relief I spot darth nox coming out of the small brick building where the restrooms are. I don’t know why I’m worried. This is going to be an uneventful evening. I’ll go catch that movie after all. I get in my car and drive down to the liquor store for some more Dominican rum. I am pleased when the video store next door has a copy of The Maltese Falcon in stock. |
Day 6: The Usual Suspects |
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Once again suspicion is cast on sparrowhawk. And once again sparrowhawk addresses his accusers. “What, exactly, are you accusing me of? Day after day, you have tried to blame me for these murders. What can I say to convince you of my innocence?” he pleads. I sit in my corner booth and look around the room. Nobody speaks up. Finally curr3nt stands up. “I made sure you couldn’t kill last night…and nobody died,” he explains, sheepishly. “Maybe that’s because the Indies don’t know who they are killing,” defends sparrowhawk. “Well…you’re just suspicious,” answers Vineetrika. “In that case, HiddenZ rubs me the wrong way. I’m for getting rid of him,” retorts sparrowhawk. I search the club for HiddenZ. He is nowhere to be found. Within a few seconds curr3nt agrees. But there are still fingers being pointed at sparrowhawk. While those who accused sparrowhawk discuss his suspicious behavior, tolecnal taps sparrowhawk and curr3nt on their shoulders. They go towards the restrooms. I follow them. They find HiddenZ in there and dragg him out. I am a little bewildered. I go into the stall that he was in. Holy Crap!! I come storming out of the restroom with a sack. “Wait!” I yell. But I am too late. HiddenZ has been shot in the back of the head, execution style. I march over to the nearest booth and dump the contents of HiddenZ’s bag onto the table. Fake facial hair, caps, glasses, face putty, several articles of clothing all fall out. It becomes obvious that we have just killed Brady |
Night 7: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang |
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After having coppers killed in my club the past two days, I start to wonder how important my club should be at this point. Heck, there are better places for business. South Florida would be nice. Besides, I don’t think I have many friends left here anyway. As I stare outside my window, down into the alley I feel a presence. I turn to see Greg pouring himself some Scotch. “What’s your poison, Mo?” he asks. This does not feel like a Blue Hawaiian moment. “Jack and Coke will do.” I walk over and grab the drink from Greg and have a seat on my sofa. “Do you mind?” he asks pointing at my desk. As I shake my head he sits on top of it. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Mo. You know that. You’ve always known that. But your pride is the reason so many are dead. With Ronnie’s knowledge and my skills, it was inevitable that we gain control of your club.” I take a swig, listening intently, but not really buying into what Greg is selling.
You know how sometimes you go online, to like a sports talk forum or something? And they have “smileys”? I once saw one that was a “smiley” making a “dry” face. That’s how I feel at this moment. But I stay poker-faced. I may agree with Greg that things look bleak for me, but I won’t let him see it. Besides, maybe he doesn’t realize it and is just bluffing. I would only be a dishwasher in “GregGreg’s” for the opportunity to grab an ice pick and stick it in his ear. “Aww, come on, Mo. I’m only joshing you.” Greg laughs, not very convincingly. “Let’s go, follow me”. He sees my hesitancy. “I won’t bite. We’ll stay here in the club. You’ll be safe.” I check my holster for my piece. I follow Greg downstairs. We go into the rec room where curr3nt is waiting for us, bound and gagged and propped on top of a shuffleboard table. “It’s not too late for him, Mo,” Greg assures me. I really don’t know how to react, even if I were inclined to. “Very well.” He walks up to curr3nt and takes out his gun. He removes three silver bullets from his coat pocket and places them into the gun. “curr3nt, I know you’re not a werewolf, but I’ve always wanted to use these. In fact…” he leans in to whisper in curr3nt’s ear. “I know exactly who you are, and these seem appropriate.” He kisses curr3nt on each cheek, steps back and fires one shot to the chest and then promptly another to the neck. I remember the other night and the fact that Greg placed three silver bullets into the cylinder. I am gone by the time he turns to fire at me. I head back to my office and lock the door. I look out my window. I spot Jansen walking past the bar and out the front door. It seems like he just came from the back of the club. I go to my desk and pull up my security cameras. I don’t spot Greg anywhere in the club. He must have escaped through the back alley. I look down into the alley and spot somebody walking away at the other end. I can’t make out exactly who. Carefully I walk downstairs and go to the safe. Before I open the door, I check my phone for missed messages. None. I crack open the safe and peak inside. In the far corner, knocked out, I spot sparrowhawk. I close the door. Since I have a good relationship with Jansen, I’ll keep sparrowhawk in the safe…but just for the night. |
Day 7: The Man Who Wasn’t There |
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I’ll certainly need to sleep soon. I just don’t feel safe anywhere now. Not at home and, after last night, not at Momo’s. But my body is going to demand it. I have not had beer in months, and not this much beer since my college days. It just seemed like coming back up to the cliffs with a twelve pack was the thing to do. I’m not so sure that catching the sunrise was, however. I jump off from the trunk of my Miata. I open the passenger door and put the seat back as far as it can go. Forty-five degrees will just have to do. I remove my coat and get in the car, using my coat as a blanket. The sun is still out when I awake. Good. I didn’t want to waste the entire day. I could still use some sleep, but things need to get done today. Exhaustion has finally caught up with me, even if sobriety has not. Maybe this isn’t the right frame of mind to do what I need to do. My sleep, though, brought me a moment of clarity. It was a simple vision. All of my friends, lined up in a row, sort of like a police line-up. All except for one. I get out of my car and stretch a bit. At the bottom of the hill is my city. I will not be run out of my city. My friends have meant well, but they have made too many mistakes. It was a lapse in my judgment to not have taken control before. This is my life, my club on the line here. With a purpose I get in my car and head down the hill. As I enter my club, I’m told that sparrowhawk is waiting for me in my office. That is very convenient, as I was thinking I'd have to search the area for him. I head upstairs and with my weapon drawn I slowly open my office door. sparrowhawk is sitting on my chair with a trumpet. He looks up at me. “I have no outs, Mo,” he explains. “You all know what I’ve done. What I’ve been up to. I can only ask for your forgiveness.” I shake my head. He knows what’s about to happen next. As I pull my gun up, he pulls the trumpet to his lips. He only gets the first three notes to Taps out before I put a bullet through his skull. I feel somewhat safer now. But not entirely. I am emboldened however. I drive back to the top of the hill after the sun has set. The end of this whole ordeal appears to be near. With a little help from my friends, I may get my city back. At least I don’t have to worry about Greg anymore.
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Night 8: The Big Sleep |
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Greg doesn’t get to enjoy the view of the city. His body is still in my trunk. As much as I’d like to stay up here all night again it’s probably best that I take care of him about now. I chug my last beer and toss my empty bottle behind my seat. The Bogs are getting quite crowded. I drive around to a familiar spot. The Bogs aren’t a pretty place but there is something about this clearing that I’ve always found peaceful. I dump the body and have a seat on the log that faces the water. Reaching into my coat pocket I pull out my last beer. “No Blue Hawaiian, Momo?” I turn around and see Layla. As I reach beneath my coat she holds up both hands. “No need to be worried, Momo. I only want to talk.” She walks around and scoots me over, taking a seat next to me. “I’d offer you a drink but this is…” before I can finish my sentence she grabs my beer from me and takes a swig. “It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared before.” She hands me my beer and places her head on my shoulder. With a sigh she asks “How did we get here, Momo? I just wanted my life back, our life back.” “I moved on, LayLay. You made that happen. It wasn’t my choice. I liked what we had.” “Momo…you came here for a reason.” She’s right. This was our spot. Well, it was my spot before she came around, but it didn’t take long for it to become our spot. This is the log where we shared many dreams, including Momo’s. Our plans weren’t always in sync, but they tended to converge. “LayLay…if it wasn’t too late before, it certainly is now. Look at what you’ve done. I’m sorry.” “I know, Momo,” she replies. “Let’s just enjoy this moment.” Over that one last beer, we reminisce. As tends to happen, we skim over the bad times. We had a good run, and it is a shame that it had to come to an end. Maybe we were never destined to have an Ozzie and Harriet life, but a Momo and Laylay existence would have suited us nicely. Once the club opened, we were on our way. Marriage and kids weren’t in our plans. But we had a family. We got to see them every night and most days. I just couldn’t ever get her to control her temper, and maybe I’m to blame for that. I knew that it would bite us in the rear one day. I should have tried harder. I look down at her, moving the curly auburn hair from her face. Her eyes are closed. I scoot us down onto the ground tenderly, kiss her forehead and lean back on the log. I drift away from lucidity. I am awakened by a buzzing sound. I’m leaning against my windshield staring at the stars. I look for Layla, but she’s gone. I circle around my car towards my trunk and open it. Greg stares up at me with a solemn look. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and grab my last beer from my coat pocket. My phone buzzes again. I check it. A text from Jansen. He’s requesting to trap Vine for the night. I text him back my approval. I make the call to the club. As I get to my door I finish the last of my beer. I toss the empty bottle down the hill and bang the top of my car. Resentful of the tear that has escaped my eye, I wipe it off and flick it away. In an attempt to regain my composure, I rub my face and take a deep breath. I have to take care of this body, and then tend to more unfinished business. |
Day 8: Diabolique |
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“What do you mean you don’t know where she is?! Find her!!” I slam my cell phone on my desk and sink into my chair. I gather myself and brush my hair back out of my eyes with my fingers. As I mix myself another Blue Hawaiian, I plot for the night. We all had agreed that tolecnal would die today. There was a major problem, however. She was nowhere to be found. |
Night 9: Sweet Smell of Success |
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After four more Blue Hawaiians my plan comes together. Problem is, it’s no guarantee. But certainly better than fifty-fifty odds of success…right? I’ve shared my plan with the others. I’m just not sure of what I told them. But it must be a good plan. I feel relaxed, at ease. I guess it could be all of the liquor I’ve had. One thing is for sure. All of the dames in my life have screwed me over, all except for one woman. There’s a knock on my door as I’m reaching for a cigar. “Come in,” I instruct. Seeing darth nox brings a smile to my face. “How are you doing, nox? You want a cigar? Cuban.” I hold a beautifully wrapped cigar out for him. “No thanks, Mo. I don’t smoke.” He replies. “I just wanted to share some information with you.” We walk out to the alley so I can smoke my cigar. In the alley, darth nox and I modify some minor details of our plan based on some new intel he’s recently come into. I agree to meet up with him at his place in an hour. Deciding against more alcohol, I elect instead to grab a Sprite from the bar. I kill some time playing Mega-Touch when I see what looks like my Hummer drive past my club. The front door is ajar and facing the setting sun, so the glare made it somewhat difficult to know for sure. I race towards the entrance and get to the street in time to see what is in fact my Hummer turn into the alley. I scurry next door to darth nox’s shop. “You’re early, Mo. What’s wrong?” I shut the door behind me and pull out my gun. I open the curtains and peak outside. Where is Thiago? I tap my forehead, trying to draw out the memory that will help me decide what to do next. I check my cell phone for messages from Jansen. It’s ok. It’s just a bit earlier than what we planned for. I can stall if we need to. Thiago comes out of the gym across the street. He’s looking in this direction. Good. “We’ve had to set the plan in motion a tad sooner,” I explain to darth nox. “We should be ok.” “What plan, Mo?” Ronnie is standing behind darth nox. He grabs him and holds him with one arm. “Oh and drop your gun slowly or I’ll put one in his ear.” As Ronnie sticks his pistol in darth nox’s ear, I drop my weapon. I turn my head so that I can see Thiago from the corner of my eye. I try to will him to hurry and come over here. But he seems preoccupied. “My plan to keep my club, of course,” I answer. Ronnie laughs heartily. “Mo. I couldn’t care less about your stupid club. That was Greg’s deal. This was personal for me.” “I don’t understand. You had a problem with me?” “Not so much you, Mo. But the way I was treated…somewhat by you somewhat by some of the others.” Ronnie enlightens me. "Greg had the idea and approached me. I was all on board. Hurt you a bit, take away what you love. Greg knew about Scarlett’s involvement with Layla’s scheme. and we decided we could take advantage of the hectic situation, maybe even create some chaos of our own. If it makes you feel any better, I’d rather you have kept the club than see Layla take it over.” As Ronnie goes on I look out the window again. Thiago crosses the street and is coming this way. Once he crosses I lose sight of him. I have to stall a bit more. My heart sinks when I see EDM walk by. I get a flash of a memory from earlier today. Did I screw up? Thiago follows close behind her. He doesn’t see me as he walks by as he is looking in every other direction. I check my phone. Jansen has left me a message. He’s letting me know that he has Vineetrika trapped in my safe. Maybe we weren’t as coordinated as I thought. But how could any of us know that Ronnie would be after darth nox? “I understand you were looking for me today.” Ronnie continues. “I know Jansen knew about our plan. What he didn’t know, what we made sure to keep secret was our insurance plan. We knew that if one of us died, things could get dicey for the other one of us. So we arranged some protection, for at least twenty-four hours, if that ever occurred. And it came in handy.” “Why him?” I ask raising my head towards darth nox. “You mean why am I going to kill him?” responds Ronnie. “Because I know who he is. I know what he can do. I also know that I’ve gone on long enough. It's time to do this.” As Ronnie adjusts his grip, darth nox bites him on the arm and spins away. As Ronnie fires I push darth nox out of the way and fall to the ground. Ronnie shoots again and escapes through the front door. I leap to my feet and pull out my phone to call Jansen. By the time I get to the door, I have already lost sight of Ronnie. I turn back to see darth nox laying on the floor gasping for air. Air won’t be coming. The bullet hole through his windpipe will make sure of that. I lean against the door frame and pinch the bridge of my nose. It feels as if I got up too quickly as I suddenly have tunnel vision and the room is spinning. I grimace as I finally notice the sharp pain in my mid-section. I nervously reach down and to my chagrin, my entire stomach is warm and damp. I feel the blackout coming on. “Mod Frammit.” |
End of Game Roster[]
HOST - maurice
- Vine - Jansen
- EDM - Thiago
- Thalia - Bernard- Killed N1 by Vince
- SparrowHawk - Greg - Lynched D7
- Tolecnal - Ronnie
- Fox - Layla- Killed N5 by McCoy
- Nana7 - Johnny Baylor- Killed N3 by Layla
- Mew - McCoy the Police Captain - Lynched D5
- Hidden Z - Brady - Lynched D6
- Curr3nt - Sterling- Killed N7 by Greg
- GMaster479 - Trey- Killed N2 by Layla
- Darth nox - Havana - Killed N9 by Ronnie
- Shadow7 - Willie- Killed N2 by Layla
- Auramyna - Arnie- Killed N1 by Layla
- FatTony - Rowan- Killed N4 by Greg
- Akriti - Scarlet - Lynched D2
- Slick - Vince - Lynched D1
- Framm18 - Iris - Lynched D4
- Smoth333 - Rupert- Killed N4 by Layla
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