@Phyphor, can you code your box to mine past games for the use of the word placeholder?
I wanna see if people who do that are actually more likely to be mafia.
Would it be possible for you to run it again on some of the older games for historical data? A few of them (my mini being an example) are only up to when you died, still
I could index every game ever played, except it would hammer the server. Maybe I'll do that on a delay or whatever
New project.
Analyse every phalla ever ran, recording all posts. Manually assign roles to all players in each phalla. Assign every post a role of Village, mafia, neutral or host.
Datamine for words that have a high occurance in mafia posts normallised by occurance in villager posts.
Consider 'Phalla' solved.
You know what, I think I'm gonna do that sometime. It'd be a fun little project, and I'd do it without telling anyone, so everyone would be super-impressed with me for a few games with my high accuracy.
@Phyphor, can you code your box to mine past games for the use of the word placeholder?
I wanna see if people who do that are actually more likely to be mafia.
Would it be possible for you to run it again on some of the older games for historical data? A few of them (my mini being an example) are only up to when you died, still
I could index every game ever played, except it would hammer the server. Maybe I'll do that on a delay or whatever
New project.
Analyse every phalla ever ran, recording all posts. Manually assign roles to all players in each phalla. Assign every post a role of Village, mafia, neutral or host.
Datamine for words that have a high occurance in mafia posts normallised by occurance in villager posts.
Consider 'Phalla' solved.
You know what, I think I'm gonna do that sometime. It'd be a fun little project, and I'd do it without telling anyone, so everyone would be super-impressed with me for a few games with my high accuracy.
Because it would totally work.
And the dolphin movie looks awesome
I demand royalties.
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Ok, Voting closed...ten minutes ago by my count.
I have a fever right now, so that might delay the narration. If push comes to shove, I'll have the casualty report/action summary up by 11:30 PM.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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We had a little fencing club at my college. We were total shit of course, but I really enjoyed it for the most part. Went to a "real" club back here at home a few times but I don't have the time/money to pursue it any further. Maybe someday.
We had a little fencing club at my college. We were total shit of course, but I really enjoyed it for the most part. Went to a "real" club back here at home a few times but I don't have the time/money to pursue it any further. Maybe someday.
*riposite*
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Neither did I but hell I'm not gonna say it first.
And I am the nurse!
Blood and Fire
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
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edited March 2012
End of Night 3: Cross-Fire
Shots rang out on Deck Omega. The marines had managed to corner some of the Confederates and had come under heavy fire.
Gordon Lewis sprayed a few rounds into the hull and dove towards the nearest cover. "Where the hell is our backup?"
They had handed off Jennifer's gear to some random civvie and were finding trouble in requesting backup from a Director.
"Mabye we should have given it to his assistant, huh?"
"Think she's dead, Brandon." Gordon winced as bits of the bulkhead he was hiding behind started to disappear. Weaponized teleportation devices? Bastards.
One of the Confederate soldiers stood up, waving the Confederate flag in one hand and firing a steady round with the other. "OUR MANIFESTO SHALL NOT BE SILENCED BY FEDERATION DOGS!
WE ARE THE FAWKES-HOUNDS, AND WE ARE STRONGER!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE CONFEDERACY!
WE ARE THE SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE CITY-STATE!
WE ARE THE NEW LIFE BORN FROM MIND AND MIND!
YOU ARE COCKROACHES ON THE FLOOR OF THE TEMPLE OF PLUTO!
YOU ARE DANDRUFF AND HEAD-LICE RUTTING IN THE HELM OF DARKNESS!
YOU ARE STAINED BLOOD OF A HARPY THAT POOLS AT THE JEWELED FEET OF HADES!
WE WILL TEAR DOWN YOUR EDIFICE OF CORPORATE NATIONALISM!
WE WILL TEAR APART YOUR MERCENARY DOG-BORN!
WE WILL TEAR UP THE FOUNDATIONS OF THIS HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION AND MEDIA AFTERBIRTH!
OURS IS THE DIGNITY!
OURS IS THE FUTURE!
OURS IS THE CONFEDERACY!"
*blip blip blip blip*
"We are not paid enough to listen to you ramble on!" Brandon Kendrick shouted to the surviving Confederate. "You can still walk away from this, you know. Just release the hostages and we'll pretend like this never happened."
"Except the part where we lock them in the Brigg."
"Shut up, Gordon."
The surviving Confederate stared at his comrade's lifeless body. Dr. Jeff had been instrumental in altering the truth serum to a weaponized plague, though that had not been the plan originally. They were having to make some sacrifices in their code, but they had no choice. They had to complete their mission, their 'lesser' ideals could be put on hold in order to grasp the bigger picture: Huntsman Arcade would fall.
"Starting here! With this Cook, on this ship, with this gun!" he shouted at the his hostage, turning toward the marines.
"Uh...get the feeling we missed part of that conversation, Brandon?"
"You cannot save her, you cannot save any of them!"
He picked up Rachel Hornsby and put the barrel of the Teleportation Matrix next to her head.
"I can...I can save...I can save the other hostage," she said.
"Dycon has you believing your own delusion! You canno-" *vriiiip* "-t save him at all, and I shall prove it." He turned and fired, ripping Brandon Kendrick's intestines out and locating them in the abandoned mess hall down the stairs.
"You're not the only one...with a Teleportation-" he relocated her head into the lap of Gordon Lewis and ran.
"Gordon, do not pursue. Check the status of your injured marine and the other hostage."
"God dammit! Understood."
He didn't need a medical degree to know that Gordon Lewis and Rachel Hornsby weren't going to make it. And the only way Dr. Jeffrey "Jeff" Jacobson was leaving the Harbinger was in a bodybag. Fortunately, the other hostage seemed alright other than a couple of bruises.
Bruises heal, missing intestines do not. Ross Henshawcursed under his breath. That bitch had scrubbed his mission. Running a terrorist organization was so much harder than running the Entertainment Department. You'd think, what with the smaller cells and the clearly defined goals, that everyone would be on the same page. Well, the problem wasn't so much his people as it was the tenacity of those people. And their so-called help turned out to be-
He stopped.
"Attention! Attention! Please minimize contact with Douglas Bravner, it seems he has come down with a bad case of the sickness and-"
That bastard. He ignored the tinny, traitorous robot on the speakers and stared at the destablized innards of Dirk Burr, complete with military getup. Those damned corporate rats have gone cannibal, he thought. They are willing to mutilate their own just to demoralize my cell? Well it won't work. He scoffed at the dead body. On further notice, whoever had done this had made great care to ensure that rigor mortis would give the Director a big, goofy smile. Extra detail had been made to shove the eyeballs back....disgusting. And they had taken his hand and...
...
"Good work, Cybrid."
It pointed up?
"New target acquired."
"Confederate brothers, it is not all bad news. We have acquired..." Douglas Bravner, Dycon Corporation Consultant - jdarksun Has been infected. We're working on bringing up his personnel file.
Ross Henshaw, Entertainment Department Head - corvidae - Killed by CLASSIFIED; Confederate. Daedulus suggests using stringent background checks for future Entertainment Division Hires.. Dr. Jeffrey "Jeff" Jacobson, Microbiologist - Anialos - Killed by Marine Ordinance at the behest of the Village; Confederate. Daedalus suggests using double-blind DNA reports to examine authenticity of purported racial backgrounds (NOTE: MARKETING GUYS NIXED THIS) Mike, the Stowaway - Capfalcon - Killed by the Serum Plague; Federation citizen Rachel Hornsby, Apprentice Cook - Kime - Killed by Confederate Ordinance; Federation citizen. After a one-night stand with one of the boys in R&D, she managed to snag a subspace particle shield. She had planned to return it, but then everything went to shit...fortunately, her extreme use of the device caused it to short out. It was found later in a trash bin, obviously useless. Brandon Kendrick, Marine - Retaba - Killed by Confederate Ordinance; Federation citizen. Brandon's keen spacial awareness let him find a one-use vaccine during the chaos of the first day. Unfortunately, the vaccine was not recovered from his corpse. It is feared that it fell into the wrong hands... Dirk Burr, Director - shalmelo Killed by prototype technology; Federation Citizen
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Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
HEY LOOK AT THE GUY REFUSING TO DEFEND HIS POSITION BECAUSE HE CAN'T OR WON'T.
Skull Man is an example of being reasonable about getting called on bullshit. I'm not confident that he is any less mafia than anyone else at random, I'm just not confident that he is any more than others.
And yes I love using rhetoric, it just that I also sometimes make reasonable arguments. If you think I'm angry, you're pretty far off the mark.
Anyways, as promised, it gives us plenty to look at from the day 2 votings.
Ooop. Its day 4, infi is still alive and practically confirmed...
Game over!
Bring it home infi...
One time when I was in this position, but had 5 straight votes dominating the baddies (day 1 through 5 were 4 mafia and the SK voted out), it was the 6th day and...
My computer died.
My lack of access meant my network (I was dealing with like a dozen network people one-on-one and coordinating it without proboards) got bored/lonely and started reaching out to others.
They of course put B:L, the INFAMOUS THRALL VIG, in my place as network mouthpiece. :rotate:
The predicted "PERFECT VILLAGE VICTORY" turned into a mafia win just like that. My computer died.
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Ooop. Its day 4, infi is still alive and practically confirmed...
Game over!
Bring it home infi...
One time when I was in this position, but had 5 straight votes dominating the baddies (day 1 through 5 were 4 mafia and the SK voted out), it was the 6th day and...
My computer died.
My lack of access meant my network (I was dealing with like a dozen network people one-on-one and coordinating it without proboards) got bored/lonely and started reaching out to others.
They of course put B:L, the INFAMOUS THRALL VIG, in my place as network mouthpiece. :rotate:
The predicted "PERFECT VILLAGE VICTORY" turned into a mafia win just like that. My computer died.
So what you are saying is we need a guard on your computer so the mafia don't hit it.
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You know what, I think I'm gonna do that sometime. It'd be a fun little project, and I'd do it without telling anyone, so everyone would be super-impressed with me for a few games with my high accuracy.
Because it would totally work.
And the dolphin movie looks awesome
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I demand royalties.
I have a fever right now, so that might delay the narration. If push comes to shove, I'll have the casualty report/action summary up by 11:30 PM.
sweet
So how would we tell the difference woop woop woop woop...
Yes, yes. At least I can go down with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
Want to find a club to practice at this summer. It's been super fun!
*riposite*
NEVAR
And I am the nurse!
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
Shots rang out on Deck Omega. The marines had managed to corner some of the Confederates and had come under heavy fire.
Gordon Lewis sprayed a few rounds into the hull and dove towards the nearest cover. "Where the hell is our backup?"
They had handed off Jennifer's gear to some random civvie and were finding trouble in requesting backup from a Director.
"Mabye we should have given it to his assistant, huh?"
"Think she's dead, Brandon." Gordon winced as bits of the bulkhead he was hiding behind started to disappear. Weaponized teleportation devices? Bastards.
One of the Confederate soldiers stood up, waving the Confederate flag in one hand and firing a steady round with the other. "OUR MANIFESTO SHALL NOT BE SILENCED BY FEDERATION DOGS!
WE ARE THE FAWKES-HOUNDS, AND WE ARE STRONGER!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE CONFEDERACY!
WE ARE THE SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE CITY-STATE!
WE ARE THE NEW LIFE BORN FROM MIND AND MIND!
YOU ARE COCKROACHES ON THE FLOOR OF THE TEMPLE OF PLUTO!
YOU ARE DANDRUFF AND HEAD-LICE RUTTING IN THE HELM OF DARKNESS!
YOU ARE STAINED BLOOD OF A HARPY THAT POOLS AT THE JEWELED FEET OF HADES!
WE WILL TEAR DOWN YOUR EDIFICE OF CORPORATE NATIONALISM!
WE WILL TEAR APART YOUR MERCENARY DOG-BORN!
WE WILL TEAR UP THE FOUNDATIONS OF THIS HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION AND MEDIA AFTERBIRTH!
OURS IS THE DIGNITY!
OURS IS THE FUTURE!
OURS IS THE CONFEDERACY!"
*blip blip blip blip*
"We are not paid enough to listen to you ramble on!" Brandon Kendrick shouted to the surviving Confederate. "You can still walk away from this, you know. Just release the hostages and we'll pretend like this never happened."
"Except the part where we lock them in the Brigg."
"Shut up, Gordon."
The surviving Confederate stared at his comrade's lifeless body. Dr. Jeff had been instrumental in altering the truth serum to a weaponized plague, though that had not been the plan originally. They were having to make some sacrifices in their code, but they had no choice. They had to complete their mission, their 'lesser' ideals could be put on hold in order to grasp the bigger picture: Huntsman Arcade would fall.
"Starting here! With this Cook, on this ship, with this gun!" he shouted at the his hostage, turning toward the marines.
"Uh...get the feeling we missed part of that conversation, Brandon?"
"You cannot save her, you cannot save any of them!"
He picked up Rachel Hornsby and put the barrel of the Teleportation Matrix next to her head.
"I can...I can save...I can save the other hostage," she said.
"Dycon has you believing your own delusion! You canno-" *vriiiip* "-t save him at all, and I shall prove it." He turned and fired, ripping Brandon Kendrick's intestines out and locating them in the abandoned mess hall down the stairs.
"You're not the only one...with a Teleportation-" he relocated her head into the lap of Gordon Lewis and ran.
"Gordon, do not pursue. Check the status of your injured marine and the other hostage."
"God dammit! Understood."
He didn't need a medical degree to know that Gordon Lewis and Rachel Hornsby weren't going to make it. And the only way Dr. Jeffrey "Jeff" Jacobson was leaving the Harbinger was in a bodybag. Fortunately, the other hostage seemed alright other than a couple of bruises.
Bruises heal, missing intestines do not.
Ross Henshaw cursed under his breath. That bitch had scrubbed his mission. Running a terrorist organization was so much harder than running the Entertainment Department. You'd think, what with the smaller cells and the clearly defined goals, that everyone would be on the same page. Well, the problem wasn't so much his people as it was the tenacity of those people. And their so-called help turned out to be-
He stopped.
"Attention! Attention! Please minimize contact with Douglas Bravner, it seems he has come down with a bad case of the sickness and-"
That bastard. He ignored the tinny, traitorous robot on the speakers and stared at the destablized innards of Dirk Burr, complete with military getup. Those damned corporate rats have gone cannibal, he thought. They are willing to mutilate their own just to demoralize my cell? Well it won't work. He scoffed at the dead body. On further notice, whoever had done this had made great care to ensure that rigor mortis would give the Director a big, goofy smile. Extra detail had been made to shove the eyeballs back....disgusting. And they had taken his hand and...
...
"Good work, Cybrid."
It pointed up?
"New target acquired."
"Confederate brothers, it is not all bad news. We have acquired..."
Douglas Bravner, Dycon Corporation Consultant - jdarksun Has been infected. We're working on bringing up his personnel file.
Ross Henshaw, Entertainment Department Head - corvidae - Killed by CLASSIFIED; Confederate. Daedulus suggests using stringent background checks for future Entertainment Division Hires..
Dr. Jeffrey "Jeff" Jacobson, Microbiologist - Anialos - Killed by Marine Ordinance at the behest of the Village; Confederate. Daedalus suggests using double-blind DNA reports to examine authenticity of purported racial backgrounds (NOTE: MARKETING GUYS NIXED THIS)
Mike, the Stowaway - Capfalcon - Killed by the Serum Plague; Federation citizen
Rachel Hornsby, Apprentice Cook - Kime - Killed by Confederate Ordinance; Federation citizen. After a one-night stand with one of the boys in R&D, she managed to snag a subspace particle shield. She had planned to return it, but then everything went to shit...fortunately, her extreme use of the device caused it to short out. It was found later in a trash bin, obviously useless.
Brandon Kendrick, Marine - Retaba - Killed by Confederate Ordinance; Federation citizen. Brandon's keen spacial awareness let him find a one-use vaccine during the chaos of the first day. Unfortunately, the vaccine was not recovered from his corpse. It is feared that it fell into the wrong hands...
Dirk Burr, Director - shalmelo Killed by prototype technology; Federation Citizen
EEEeeeeEEEEEaaat MEEEEEeeeeEEEEE
R&D boys have the best toys :winky:
OOOOOOooooooOOOOOOO
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But for now, sleep.
I swear, this and personface.... I see dead people
Posted from my DyPad 7
Infidel was right.
Also.
Retaba, NOOOOOOOO
'specially since 'the wrong hands' have it...
HEY LOOK AT THE GUY REFUSING TO DEFEND HIS POSITION BECAUSE HE CAN'T OR WON'T.
Skull Man is an example of being reasonable about getting called on bullshit. I'm not confident that he is any less mafia than anyone else at random, I'm just not confident that he is any more than others.
And yes I love using rhetoric, it just that I also sometimes make reasonable arguments. If you think I'm angry, you're pretty far off the mark.
Anyways, as promised, it gives us plenty to look at from the day 2 votings.
(Back to LoL!)
Game over!
Bring it home infi...
You'll never take me alive!
oooOOOooooo
TylerJ on League of Legends (it's free and fun!)
OoooOoOOOOOooOOoOOOOooo
With my last breath....I demand.....a larger......trailer
I can't......work.......like thiGGGHGKHGKKK
OooOOOOooOOOoooOOoOOooOOOoOOOooooo
One time when I was in this position, but had 5 straight votes dominating the baddies (day 1 through 5 were 4 mafia and the SK voted out), it was the 6th day and...
My computer died.
My lack of access meant my network (I was dealing with like a dozen network people one-on-one and coordinating it without proboards) got bored/lonely and started reaching out to others.
They of course put B:L, the INFAMOUS THRALL VIG, in my place as network mouthpiece. :rotate:
The predicted "PERFECT VILLAGE VICTORY" turned into a mafia win just like that. My computer died.
So what you are saying is we need a guard on your computer so the mafia don't hit it.
I finally understand that joke.
Zithra Melitch in Star Wars: An Empire's End
Jellica in In the Shadow of Zeus
Tomorrow will be a good day to look at votes. Good work, all! Too bad Retaba couldn't have put that vaccine to good use.
And kime, our poor guard!