Season 1: Listen Carefully
|Link||Game thread: The Wire BTSC threads|
|Size||16 Players (Large)|
|Winning Faction|| Indy&
|Roster|| 1. araver|
|First to Die||Darth nox|
|Last Remaining|| 3. sparrowhawk|
|Awards||Nominated for Best Mafia Game 2011|
It began on May 31st, 2011 and ended in a Indy win in N4 and a Baddie win in D5.
- Tie lynch will result in each tied player separately flipping a coin for their lives.
- Precedence of actions (subject to change): McNulty trap > Bodyguard > redirect > trap > block > save > kill > spy > pm
- McNulty's rolled actions are not subject to redirect but can be stopped by block, trap. McNulty Trap works as a block but not a save. If target is trapped or killed the McNulty trap will fail. The McNulty trap will also fail if it is on Omar, who has left town.
- Trap works as a block and save.
- If Omar leaves town all actions on him fail.
- Night Kill and RID Kill can not be acted on. Actions fail only if target is saved or trapped, target is Omar who has left town, or Herc has targeted the same player. Indy and Goodie Kills can be acted on.
- Vote Manips can not be acted on.
- Kills do not act as a block. Killed player's actions will go through unless otherwise acted upon.
- Spies, unused saves, Lester's message, Omar leaving town, Vote Manips will not be shown in Night or Day Posts. Only all traps, blocks, redirects, kills and needed saves.
- Re: Baddie message. The Kingpins will select 2 numbers between 1 and 5 when they submit their message. I will roll the die. If I roll a selected number that message is safe. If I roll a 6, then I will roll again. They will not know the result. The interception occurs at the end of the Night Cycle or in real time during the Day (basically the Police receive it during waking hours). The Police that is chosen to receive the message will be selected from the living Police at the time of delivery.
Goodies: The Police. WinCon - Get rid of all Baddies
- Lt. Cedric Daniels: Has connections in City Hall - Can make any vote count x0, x1 or x2
- Jim McNulty: Plays by own rules and is a risk-taker. May choose to perform the McNulty trap. In addition, I will roll for 6 additional actions that he may choose to perform in order. Once he declines an action he may not perform any additional actions. The actions will be from the following: block, save, redirect, kill, RID kill, spy. May do same action on multiple targets and multiple actions on the same target. However, either all actions (including the McNulty trap) will fail or all actions will succeed. The odds of success is (1/2)^(n) where n is number of rolled actions chosen. (The McNulty trap = McNulty takes target to Kavanagh's Irish Pub and player is trapped for night. 25% chance McNulty gets spy info on target, 25% chance that McNulty gets too drunk and reveals own identity to target, 25% chance that both occur, 25% chance that neither occurs)
- Bunk Moreland: McNulty's partner. Is good police. Brings a target in for questioning each night to be released at the end of each day. Target can not participate in next Day's voting nor be lynched.
- Thomas "Herc" Hauk: With partner Carver, provides grunt work. Serves as bodyguard. If target is selected for kill then Herc and the killer will die instead. Save will take precedence (ie Herc and killer and target will all remain alive) Has BTSC with Carver.
- Ellis Carver: With partner Herc, provides grunt work. Has RID Kill. Has BTSC with Herc.
- Shakima "Kima" Greggs: Capable lead detective. Has save. Target can not be killed at night, nor lynched during the day if Kima also successfully RIDs them. May not save same target twice in a row. Has unlimited saves on self as long as not twice in a row. Saves will be mentioned in posts, if needed. Lynch save will result in role of lynchee being revealed.
- Lester Freamon: Smart, but methodical detective who makes contributions to investigations. May ask host to relay a private message (limited to 140 characters) to any player each night.
- Leander Sydnor: Performs valuable undercover work. Spies a targets role each night.
- Roland "Prez" Pryzbylewski: Hothead of unit. May kill a target each night.
- Bubbles: Kima's drug-addict informant. Spies who a target visited. Will work 50% of the time, else he is too high. Selects two targets, one target is spied, the second target is given information to instead of Bubbles. If Bubbles passes the information to Kima the host will inform him that he has found Kima.
Baddies: The Kingpins and The Dealers. WinCon - Be the majority
- The Kingpins: Have BTSC with each other. Know the identities of the Dealers. They can pass as many messages to the Dealers per night and per day as they desire. Each message has 2/5 chance of being intercepted. If it is intercepted it will be passed to one of the following with equal probability: Sydnor, Freamon, Daniels. If they are all dead then the message will pass to a random living police (not including Bubbles). May select who will carry out Night Kill, however it may only be stopped by save, Herc, Bunk trapping target or, if Omar is target, Omar leaving town.
- Avon Barksdale: Driven and ruthless head of Barksdale drug empire. Tries to stay out of illegal activities. Can make any vote count x0, x1 or x2
- Stringer Bell: Business-minded second in command. Spies target and learns role.
- The Dealers: Have BTSC. Know the identity of the Kingpins. If a Kingpin dies then a random Dealer will be promoted to Kingpin BTSC and lose Dealer BTSC. They will retain their ability.
- Bodie Broadus: Intelligent and violent, he is willing to do what it takes to get ahead in the drug world. Redirects target.
- Poot Carr: Another dealer working in the "Pit". Has Block capabilities.
- Angelo Barksdale: Nephew of Avon Barksdale. Spies and learns who target visited . If trapped by Bunk, Angelo talks his way out of questioning. Is not trapped for night nor day.
- Omar Little: A renowned stick-up man who lives by a strict moral code and never deviates from his rules. WinCon is to kill Avon Barksdale or Bubbles. If Bubbles and Avon Barksdale are lynched or killed by someone else, Omar must survive until the end without leaving town again. Omar's win does not end game, but Omar leaves town for good. Omar may choose between 3 actions: Kill, Spy Role, Leave town and be safe from Night Kill and Lynch. If Omar kills, and has not won the game then three random players are brought in for questioning and cleared in the Night Post. Omar's kill will not go through if he is killed that same night.
Game Idea and Expectations
- Auramyna - Omar
- sparrowhawk - Stringer Bell
- Akriti - Bodie
- Q-Cumber - Avon Barksdale
- Marquessa - D'Angelo Barksdale
- Vineetrika - Poot
Day and Night Posts
“…when it’s not your turn” – McNulty
Detective Jim McNulty sat behind Stringer Bell in the courtroom. McNulty knew Stringer Bell as a Kingpin in the Barksdale drug trafficking empire, 2nd in command only to Avon Barksdale. Avon’s nephew D’Angelo Barksdale was on trial for murder. McNulty watched as Stringer subtly coached witness after witness from the stands. What should have been a clear cut conviction resulted in an acquittal. McNulty knew that the Barksdale gang would need to be taken down from the top. With his help an undercover unit was assigned to the case. They were given limited access to wiretaps.
Lt. Cedric Daniels was placed in charge of the unit. He was not too pleased with the assignment, but Daniels was a career man. He would do what it took to get to the top. He wanted to get in and out with any convictions they could muster and very little nonsense. Daniels would find a way to make due with the rag-tag outfit he was assigned.
Daniels was pleased to at least have a detective he knew was competent, Kima Griggs. She worked alongside knuckleheads Thomas “Herc” Hauk and Ellis Carver in the narcotics division. Herc and Carver were not pleased with the fact that the female junior of the trio was seen as the competent one. However, they did little to change that image. Kima also had ties to a street informer and drug addict, Bubbles. Bubbles tried to stay clean, but struggled toward that end. He was a valuable asset to have, however, as he knew the streets of Baltimore and all of its comings and goings.
Roland "Prez" Pryzbylewski was also assigned to the case. He was not the most competent detective, neither. However he was the son-in-law of a high ranking police officer. Daniels was stuck with Prez. He was able, though, to negotiate the use of Leander Sydnor, a rookie detective who had quickly made good impressions within the Baltimore PD. In the corner of the units headquarters sat Lester Freamon. He was a brilliant but somewhat eccentric “natural police”. His affinity to making and collecting dollhouse furniture made people underestimate him. While his work was slow and methodical, it was also extremely efficient.
D’Angelo Barksdale had aspirations to be like his uncle Avon. He sat on the stoop with two other drug dealers, Bodie Broadus and Poot Carr, day in and day out. He understood the Dealer side of the drug business inside and out. He chastised his workers who made little careless mistakes and the addicts who were his very clients. For very little work, the Dealers made good money. When called upon, though, they were willing to take on any task, regardless of the level of violence involved.
Stringer Bell loved Avon Barksdale like a brother, but unlike D’Angelo he did not aspire to be like him. He was the business side to the empire, Avon the street side. Stringer grew up on the streets with Avon, but took college courses to sharpen his business acumen. The two grew the Barksdale Empire side by side and knew that they each required what the other had to offer.
Omar Little lived life on the streets, but attempted to bring honor to the thug life. He had no qualms with stealing from drug dealers. And he was good at it. Drug dealers feared him. When he stole from a Barksdale safehouse, the Barksdale crew took it out on Omar’s boyfriend Brandon. Omar swore revenge on Avon.
Though cut from two very different cloths, Bunk Moreland and Jim McNulty were like two peas in a pod. The two homicide detectives understood each other through all of their deficiencies; as police and as people. Hanging out by the railroad tracks, drinking some beers one night McNulty chided Bunk for cutting corners and taking an easy case even “..when it’s not your turn”. Bunk explained to McNulty that on the streets of Baltimore, death often does not care “when it’s not your turn”
|“You cannot lose if you do not play." - Marla Daniels
McNulty had a rough day. His ex-wife was angry at him, his kids didn’t want to spend the day with him and his bosses (pretty much all of them) were tired of his act. McNulty decided that he would be a jerk to the next person he saw. That would relieve some of the pressure. He saw Hirk walking across the street with a purpose. “Where are you going, sir?” he asked Hirk as he held up his badge. When Hirk explained his intentions, McNulty merely shook his head and gave Hirk new directions.
The Dealers saw Framm hanging around their corner. D’Angelo gave Poot instructions to take care of him. Poot snuck up to the back of the bench that Framm was sitting on and knocked him out with the butt of his pistol.
Bunk was waiting for his drinking partner. As he sat on the hood of his car near the railroad tracks he noticed someone across the tracks. “Who’s there?” Bunk asked. When lionheart appeared Bunk allowed his impatience to get the better of him. “You’re coming downtown with me,” he explained as he handcuffed a perplexed lionheart and threw him into the back of his car.
Bodie waited at the corner of the street for his target. When darth nox came out of the store he approached him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Bodie asked. “I suggest you head back the other way,” he continued and then he gave darth nox a task. Darth nox reluctantly nodded his head and walked away. Bodie turned and walked his own way. Then he stopped. Not liking the attitude darth nox displayed and worried more about his street cred than the task darth nox was supposed to complete for him, Bodie turned and pursued darth nox. He pulled out his pistol when he was within 10 feet of darth nox. Suddenly the door to Kavanagh's bar swung open. “Noxxy baby!! I’ve been looking for you! Come have a drink with old McNulty!!
At his desk Lt. Daniels thought long about the words his wife spoke to him the night before. Tonight, nobody that played the game lost. They all remained alive.
|"The king stay the king." - D'Angelo
As darth nox approached the exit to Kavanagh's he could see the sunlight creeping in through the windows. "Wow! What a fun and long night." he thought. He looked around. The bar was mostly empty by now. There was a guy sleeping at a booth and the bartender. McNulty was nowhere to be found. The bartender waved good-bye to darth nox and then sneaked into his office. The "sleeping" guy stood up and pointed his pistol and the back of darth nox's head. "That cop may have blocked your actions, nox", explained Bodie," but his trap was not designed to save your life..."
Meanwhile the cops gathered around the big board. The board had photos of suspected Kingpins and Dealers. They were set up as an organizational chart. Someone pointed to Akriti. She's the one we need to go after. Someone else explained her mistakes away as noobie mistakes. Finally, a majority of the eyes settled on a picture of Q-Cumber. "It's gotta be him!" One exclaimed.
The police got into their unmarked cars and went to Q-Cumber's home. Someone saw him jump out the back window and run off. "Stop!" Q-Cumber stopped, turned and dropped to his knees. He placed his hands behind his head as instructed. He surveyed the situation with those beadie, analytical eyes Avon Barksdale was known for. Q-Cumber grabbed the pistol he had holstered high on his back. Before he could fire off a shot, he was lying face down, dead in the streets of Baltimore.
D'Angelo took out a pawn from his jacket pocket. He had explained Dealers' roles earlier to the other two. He had shown them how each piece was related to a specific job within the Barksdale Organization. "Remember I told you guys, the King stay the king?" He asked. "Well that's true until the King dies. In chess, it's game over. Not in what we do. I also said the pawn stays the pawn until he makes it across. Well guys, one of us just made it across".
|"Thin line 'tween heaven and here." - |
Bodie stared at his target, with his eyes barely peeking out from underneath his hoodie. He was going to need some tact this night, and maybe not be so thin skinned. Ruffled feathers are a quick way to wind up inside a chalk line. "It is after all," he thought ," a very thin line between heaven and here." As araver approached Bodie slowly made his way to his side. He held his gun to one side of araver and held up a roll of twenties in front of him on the other. "Now we can do this the hard way, or the easy way" Bodie explained, nodding his head towards the money. araver closed his eyes, sighed, took the money and walked off. Bodie grinned.
Bunk sat on the hood of his car, tossing rocks at the tracks in between taking swigs from his beer. Try as he might he could never quite relax. That mind of his was ever-analytical. But the beer was helping and he started to lie on the hood, when he suddenly popped right back up. An idea! He got in his car and raced over a few blocks. Within 15 minutes he had Vine locked up.
McNulty was pleased with himself. But he always was, which was good because it was rare that anyone else was. He wandered into Kavanagh's just as lionheart was leaving. "Not so fast, lionheart," McNulty said, grabbing lionheart by the arm. "Come have a few drinks with me and let's talk."
Prez knew what others said about him. He was not "natural police". He was mistake prone, a liability to the police force. He was out to prove them wrong. He sat in his car and watched through his target's window. He saw his target pull up a TV tray and have a seat on his couch. He looked around. "Perfect," he thought. "Nobody is around. It's dark where I've parked, and there is a perfect line between me and him." Prez pulled out his own rifle. He wouldn't have to account for any missing bullets this time. He steadied his aim, pulled the trigger and sped off. Glycereine's head snapped back and he wound up sprawled across his couch.
Bodie had never quite had an extra hop in his step like he did tonight. He enjoyed this part of his job. He didn't really have much tolerance for people. He raced over to xDily. He put a bullet in her back and raced in front of her. Turning around he shot her twice more and kept running.
"...a little slow, a little late." -
The police gathered around their board again. This time they gathered in two groups. One group pointed at the picture of Segul and were vehement that he was a baddie. The other group disagreed. Marqueesa should be our target. In the end they decided to separate and go after both targets.
Marqueesa was sitting on the corner stoop when she saw the police turn the corner. She went inside her apartment and peeked out the peephole. She saw the police come up the stairs and walk down her hall. "This is it!" one of them announced. "Police! We're coming in!" another one announced as they broke in the door. Marqueesa was relieved when she saw them drag her neighbor out. Apparently he had some outstanding warrants.
Segul, knew they were coming for him. He had inside information. He was prepared as he sat calmly in his desk. He heard a tap on his door, and saw it open slowly. Gun barrels made their way into his office first, followed by police. "Segul, we have some questions for you," one of them said. "Don't bother," Segul responded as he drew his own weapon. The police aimed theirs at Segul. "I have failed you. I have caused you to waste your efforts on me. I tried to be a good leader, but me and my efforts..." in between sighs Segul looked for the right words. "We were just a little slow, a little late". Segul pulled the gun up...
"...and all the pieces matter." -
Bunk sat in his car eating his Philly Cheese Steak. He saw Vine walking by. Bunk was in a mood to entertain himself. He got out of his car and walked over to Vine. "C'mon, let's do this again," he told her. "Wait, what?" asked Vine. "Based on what?" Bunk pulled out his badge. "Based on this", he explained as he cuffed Vine.
Bodie knew he could count on _araver again, based on last night. He walked up to him, offered him another roll of twenties and watched him go on his way. This time Bodie followed him. He was interested in what was in store for _araver. _araver followed the instructions Bodie had given him and saw the dark figure in shadows between two cars. Just like Bodie said. As _araver got closer he realized who the shadowy figure was. Stringer Bell walked out from between the cars. _araver quickly realized the trap. He looked around for an escape route. Stringer Bell raised his hand. "Stop. Make this easy on yourself, kid. I know you think you see the out, but you've overlooked one piece and all the pieces matter". Before _araver could respond or act, a sack was thrown over his head and he was tossed into the trunk of a car.
"A man must have a code." - Bunk
Marquessa was interested in what happened yesterday. That's the only reason she opened the door for her neighbor. "So what was that all about?" she asked. Her neighbor just shook his head. "You don't want to know, D'Angelo" Marquessa shut the door. "Don't call me that," she scolded. "Why, that is your name, right?" "Well...yeah, but," before Marquessa could explain her door was kicked in. Several police charged in. Marquessa was not interested in going to jail. She made a beeline for her window and leaped eight stories down. "I don't understand why she did that." Her neighbor was puzzled. "Well, " explained Bunk. "It's quite simple. D'Angelo lived by a different standard than the rest of us. You may not agree with it, but I can at least appreciate it. After all, a man must have a code.
"Come at the king, you best not miss." – Omar
Bodie couldn’t help but feel as though fate was on his side. His cockiness level was reaching new highs as a result. He didn’t even offer Hirkala a roll of twenties. “You know who I am, right?” he asked Hirkala. Once Hirkala nodded, Bodie gave him a new target for the night.
Bunk was even more drunk and ornery than most nights. He saw a still peeved Hirk walk by. Something about Hirk’s look set Bunk off. He cuffed Hirk up and took him downtown.
Poot Carr was eager to show his worth. He approached Shadow from behind and yanked her into the alley. He wanted to make sure Shadow would not act tonight. Shadow, though was having none of it. She fought back valiantly. Poot pulled out his pistol and hit Shadow across the jaw. “That’ll do it”, he thought to himself. He walked away and then stopped. He reached to the side of his mouth and touched at it. Seeing his own blood did not make Poot happy. He turned around and aimed his pistol at Shadow. Having heard the ruckus, Herc came racing in and covered up Shadow just in time to take the bullet to his back. He rolled over, took a last gasp of air and shot a still stunned Poot between the eyes. Just before Shadow finally passed out, she shed a tear for _Framm...but not one for Vineetrika.
Omar Little had stayed under the radar long enough. He had watched the events of the last week closely. He was pleased to see Avon Barksdale killed, but only regretted he hadn’t been the one to put the bullet between his eyes. He would not miss out on killing Bubbles. He blamed Bubbles for giving information to the Barksdales. According to Omar’s code, Bubbles was just as much to blame for Brandon’s death as Avon. Omar strapped on a .45 and put on his trench coat. Lastly he tucked in his shotgun. Omar walked right down the middle of the street. He had no fears on the streets of Baltimore. The streets feared him. He began humming “A Hunting We Will Go” softly. Before long, he was whistling it loudly, announcing his presence to the streets. Darth Mask heard the whistle. He slowly crept to the corner of the alley and peered around the corner. The street was empty. In fact the whistling had stopped. Darth Mask scratched his head and slowly crept back deeper into the alley. His path was blocked. He slowly turned around and saw Omar. “Looking for someone, Darth Mask?” asked Omar. “Well here I am. You sold me out to the Barksdales and now Brandon is dead. But they couldn’t get me. I know you know how the game goes. Come at the king, you best not miss”. He pulled out his shotgun and shot Darth Mask in the gut. Darth Mask flew to the ground and grimaced as he grabbed at his stomach. “Don’t worry, Bubbles. You’ll die. It’ll just take a while. No reason you shouldn’t suffer the way Brandon did.” Auramyna made her way to the train station. She was heading to New York City. Turns out they play the game there, too. She already proved that she could win in the streets of Baltimore.
|"And then he dropped the bracelets..." - |
Bodie was now a full-fledged KingPin. He wanted to show Stringer Bell that the promotion would not make him soft. He walked up to Hirk, stuck the barrell of his gun between his eyes and gave him his new orders for the night.
Stringer, meanwhile figured he'd have to do some of the dirty work, until new recruits could be brought in. He walked up to lionheart, who hadn't moved an inch since that day's proceedings, and was prepared to take him out. Bunk came racing in and then he dropped the bracelets on lionheart. He tossed lionheart into the back of his car and sped off towards downtown.
"all in the game..." - Traditional, West Baltimore
Things were pretty straightforward on this fifth day. The sides were well defined and it was clear who would come out on top. State Senator Clay Davis walked into the police station. Clay Davis was a typical politician. He walked both sides of the fence and was every bit the front runner. It was clear now which side his toast was buttered on. He put his arm around sparrowhawk. "You did good, Stringer. It looks like we can control the city with very little police interference." He took a look at Akriti, "And you, you little sparkplug, Bodie! You took no gruff off of anybody. I like that. What say you we put an end to this charade? You two take care of Hirkala, and go on your way. Once lionheart is released, we'll make sure he gets the same farewell." Stringer Bell wasn't the most pleased. "What took you so long to stop this? It should have been clear that we would rule the roost after we took care of Shadow," he asked. "Shoooooooooooooot," exclaimed Clay Davis. "We've got to allow you to make any mistakes you may have made, ya know? Forget to put an action in, or leave out a vote. Heck, it's not like this was the most cleanly played game after all. But yeah, it was pretty obvious. Sorry we "strung" you along for awhile. We knew things "bode" well for you two. But I didn't get to be State Senator by making assumptions on how others may act you know. Mistakes happen. It's all in the game..."
End of Game Roster
- araver - Prez - Killed N3 by Stringer Bell
- Darth nox - Lester Freamon - Killed N1 by Bodie
- sparrowhawk - Stringer Bell - survived
- Glycereine - Kima Griggs - Killed N2 by Prez
- Lionheart - Leander Sydnor - Killed end of game
- Akriti - Bodie - survived
- xDily - Ellis Carver - Killed N2 by Bodie
- Q-Cumber - Avon Barksdale - Lynched D1
- Framm - Herc - Killed N4 while protecting someone
- Segul - Lt Daniels - Lynched D2
- Marquessa - D'Angelo Barksdale - Lynched D3
- Auramyna - Omar - Left town in N4 after winning
- Shadow7 - McNulty - Lynched D4
- Vineetrika - Poot - Killed N4 by Herc
- DarthMask - Bubbles - Killed N4 by Omar
- Hirkala - Bunk - Lynched D5
|List of actions|
Night 1 / Day 1
Night 2 / Day 2
Night 3 / Day 3
Night 4 / Day 4
Night 5 / Day 5