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[Phalla] The Confines || Game Over! Mafia Victory!
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Hey, if you want me to make a vote, I'd vote enlightenedbum, but I'm not really sure of myself at this point.
Since they have two kills, it would make for a more even field. If we can catch and kill 5, we'll hopefully find out.
enlightenedbum is another good target besides my vote on schuss. It all comes down to which would clear up the most confusion if they turn up mafia.
EDIT: Seeing post 684 now makes me think schuss might just be a village silly goose. He has been going after enlightenedbum and Mr. Def a bunch among others on my list. hmmmm
I forgot about that, as it was what initially piqued my interest in him. He was right about Exterma. In Roman's honor! (sorry about doubting you)
Enlightenedbum
Enlightenedbum works. May or may not be on later to read up on thread, though will try.
enlightenedbum
I hate being mafia...
OoOoOoO
you're going to get vigged!
Oh wait.
Nevermind.
The tension is killing me
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Steam
Just in case
Steam
You should be voting for yourself then, because you are the silliest goose.
Enlightenedbum to avoid any vote shenanigans that the mafia might want to try... the large porton of voters on Enlightened worried me a bit at first, but after failing the brute force technique, it seems like they will want to blend back in as much as then can with the crowd... so there is at least *some* kind of plausible denial.
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Steam
Narration Incoming.
Inactivus Hungers...
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Wherein it become obvious that complete extermination of the Children of the Ancients is the only resolution for their crimes against the Newly Come, some leeway will be granted for the Ancient Ones. There shall be a selection of those given permission to remain in existence, but they will no longer be considered a protected class. There will be no more Confines. The Children of the Ancients will have the freedom to roam the world as they please, with the knowledge that they will forever be Hunted. There will always be the option, however, for a peaceful surrender to the Newly Come.
--So Signed, the Ancients
The effects of the battle were palpable within your makeshift cabin. There were the few of you that you knew here, Alejandro, Ilona, Danava, Jacques, Donovan, and yourself. Runners came back and forth at all times, trying to bring with them news of hope, but every day it was another disaster, another pitfall, another crushing blow dealt to the Children of the Ancients at the hands of the Newly Come. There were moments of quiet where the only noise that could be heard was the soft wails of Ilona, unusual enough, at the loss of every single one of her Sisters.
There were moments where the battle outside was deafening, when the windows rattled and it looked and felt as though the earth would come heaving up below you and crush you against the trees surrounding the cabin. You took the moments of quiet to walk around, to look at the walls of the cabin, to examine the ancient artifacts held here. There were photographs older than photography. Portraits of the very people, creatures, that were in the other room. And off into a corner, far from everything and everybody, far from windows and doors and anything but the glass case that held it, you saw it.
The Treaty of the Confines.
It was penned on something that looked like parchment, but had a rougher weave, papyrus? And the ink had not even begun to fade. You read through the articles, read through the provisions that had been granted to the Newly Come. You read the troubles, the dangers, and the humiliation that had been felt by the Children as they were forced to sign each article, one at a time, signing away their freedoms, their rights, their existence, their history, their lives, all for the sake of being allowed to continue. It all seemed to senseless. Why would the Newly Come force such a Treaty? Why would the Children sign it? Why not fight back? Why not fight to the last man and woman? Why not continue on with the war? Why settle for being cattle to those that could not even see in the dark?
“Because we grew tired. We fought for centuries before that Treaty. We owned and ruled vast swaths of land, we each had our own kingdoms, our own areas of control. And one by one we lost them. We were pushed and pushed and shrunk and pushed to this point. We had fallen so far from what we had been. We had no choice but to ensure the survival of our kind. They left us no choice but to sign, or be exterminated.”
You looked up as Alejandro walked into the room, answering the unspoken thoughts in your mind, you looked up at him as he talked and through his voice, his movements, and the emotions flooding through your connection to your Creator, you could feel the pain, the hatred, the memories of it all. You were joined by the others, all of you gathered around the Treaty and the overall feeling of the room was defeat and determination. An Odd combination.
The door behind you burst open and you were the only one to look up. A ragged werewolf, singed on the fur, burnt around the tail, and with more slashed and scars than you knew were possible to have and still be in one piece. Alejandro sighed and simply nodded his head, the werewolf collapsed to her hind quarters and then onto the floor, exhausted as she delivered her report.
Donovan had lost one of his units of sorcerers. His apprentices had fought hard at not fighting much but being supportive, and it had cost them dearly. Danava lost a unit, the redfires had fought valiantly, but unfortunately they were no match for the cold iron weapons of the newly Come. Another of Danava’s demons had simply vanished. One moment they were there, the next, there was no sign of them. And finally, Jacques had lost one more of his werewolf units. There was only one cavalry unit left on the battlefield.
Alejandro paused, nodded, and then sighed as the runner was given a fresh drink of water and then sent back to the fight. Alejandro had not taken his eyes from the Treaty, he could not seem to stop reading it over and over and over again. The others backed away, going back to whatever it was that they did, but you stayed with Alejandro, your Creator. You stayed by his side and you also looked at the Treaty. A voice so soft that you barely knew it was yours, though why you spoke it aloud when it appeared Alejandro could read your mind, seemed to fill the cabin with a question that everybody wanted to know the answer to.
“Why not invoke Article Seven?”
Alejandro took in a deep breath, although he did not have to, sharp and unnecessary. He glanced over at you, and then turned around to look at the others, who were all wondering the same thing. And then he released the breath and shook his head.
“No. Not again. We conceded once to the Newly Come, we conceded to them once, we gave up our everything for the chance to simply exist. We bowed to their rules, their laws, their teachings, all for the chance at survival. No. Not again. I will no bow before them again. I will not kneel at their feet and prostrate myself as they dictate the terms of my future. Not again. We fight. We fight to the last of us. We fight until there is nothing left to fight against. I will not be caged again. We fight.”
Results:
Enlightenedbum; demon; vote
Pezzy; werewolf; mafia
Captainplanet; sorcerer; mafia
Green; demon; Inactivus
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Steam
I feel like I'm watching Nega Burnage from Phallstars all over again.
I think we should pay attention to those who have tried to fade themselves into the woodwork. I've always explained my thinking and often gone against the grain. If I was truly mafia, one would think I would be more subtle or sensible with my choices, as well as not voting early or drawing attention to myself.
Late voters and infrequent posters are who we're looking for here.
Special bonus theory of hubris:
Mr. D
Note that all of these players are either still in the game, or were mafia.