Posted: February 25, 2005, 8:33 pm
Sion: not guilty
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Posted: February 25, 2005, 8:51 pm
The detective has requested an extension on the vote. I am giving you 30 minutes detective. This better be good...Voting will conclude at 4:30 pm PST
Posted: February 25, 2005, 8:58 pm
Can I change my vote to guilty?
Posted: February 25, 2005, 8:59 pm
Yes you can.
Noted...
Noted...
Posted: February 25, 2005, 9:16 pm
The detective asks for 30 more minutes, and someone changes their mind, hhhmmm perhaps the mafia and authorities do not have much in the ways of difference
Posted: February 25, 2005, 9:17 pm
He wanted to present some other evidence, but I would not allow it. I figured an extension was okay since some of the other trials ended at 5pm PST. If you like I can grant you that Sionistic.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 9:23 pm
Then I will also request an extension due to the low amount of votes.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 9:24 pm
So noted...
...
Sionistic's lawyers confer with me and I sign some papers.
Trial will end at 5pm PST.
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Sionistic's lawyers confer with me and I sign some papers.
Trial will end at 5pm PST.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 9:45 pm
What a voratious case Akaran. You went from not voting at all in the previous cases to putting up the bulk of the arguement. Sounds like a plan to me. You knew you were a semi target in this city due to your previous business elsewhere. So this time around you avoid attention, doing just what you can to look like just another citizen. However you see the problems, you feel the heat, so you start leaving a vote here and there, all being guilty by the way, because we know how you love to kill people. Now that the herd has thinned out, you figure you can stretch your legs out a bit. It sounds like you are hiding something.
Now the question is Akaran, are you a mafia, or are you the detective.
Now the question is Akaran, are you a mafia, or are you the detective.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 10:02 pm
Day 6 Trial
Sionistic, you have been found gulity of the mass and indiscrimintate slaughters that have been plaguing our city.
--Punishment to follow--
Sionistic, you have been found gulity of the mass and indiscrimintate slaughters that have been plaguing our city.
--Punishment to follow--
Posted: February 25, 2005, 10:37 pm
Akaran is dead next turn no matter what, Sion. You've proved enough doubt there.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 10:48 pm
The end.
by Akaran_D
The game... was over.
The bailiff escorted Sionistic out of the building as the citizenry watched, taken off to his final destination. But it wasn't going to be his final - not by a long shot. With a smirk, Lohrno shoved the next to last Mafioso into the small black sedan waiting for him outside the courthouse. Sion caught a glimpse of someone applying a syringe to his neck, but the face was covered and his vision was far too blurry. Within seconds, everything went to black.
Sionistic woke up the next day in a comfortable king sized canopy bed with soft velvet sheets and a soft harp playing in the background. The room was adorned with golden fixtures and ornate furnishings. He yawned - and that's when he realized something was wrong.
Badly wrong.
He couldn’t part his lips. He reached up and touched them, and felt something... unusual. Something that shouldn't be there. Panicked, he looked around the room for a mirror, something, anything he could see his reflection in. When he saw it, his heavenly surroundings turned to hell. They'd been sewn shut - completely shut. No sound, no air, no food and no water would ever pass through his lips. He screamed, or at least, he tried to. He tried grasping at his lips - but his hands were fastened behind his back.
Panicked, he rushed out of the luxurious bedroom and into a setting that would make even the most hateful food critic swoon with envy. There was food everywhere, everything perfectly sliced, cut and ready to be picked up by your fingertips and tossed into your mouth to flavor the succulent taste of every last morsel. There were drinks to be had too - champagne, wine, beer, water, juice; anything you could ever wish to have slide over your tongue and down your throat. It was so perfect..
And then the women. Naked, every single one of them. Luscious. Beautiful. Angelic. Enough to make the inside of his pants stir as he briefly forgot his other - more pressing - troubles. One of them approached him, and tried to speak.
The lyrics of a song tore through his mind with the force of a breaking dam as he looked at her face. "Like righteous sluts with no crevices." And no fingers. And no holes. Not even human... just machines, robots to taunt him.
The man in the black trench coat cleared his throat. He didn't take his mask off, but at this point, it wasn't even necessary. "Citizen Sionistic, pleasure to see you here. But let's cut the shit - Mr. Mafia. I've known it was you. Don't ask me how I knew. I went to bed, I slept. I woke up - and wasn't dead. That was your first mistake. As Lynks kept saying at the end, why didn't you bloody idiots KILL ME? You guys could have had it so fucking easy - the town to yourself, just your own bullshit to cut through. Fucking amateurs. You killed the only other two people that had enough experience to have a clue. Hell. I called Lynnsie. I called Soreali. I called Midnyte. I called you. I called every fucking mafia that died in this game - minus two. Rivera was a fluke, and a damn nice shot by Lynnsie. Very pleased with her for it. As for the other mafia... well. Just wait and see."
The detective stood up. "But, enough about me. How about you. You may have noticed something - you're in paradise. Great place, isn't it? Gorgeous women - course, they won't touch you, but you can still look at them and remember what it felt like when you had a dick." Sionistic's eyes went wide in horror and he clutched at the front of his pants.
The detective grinned and pulled a bottle of Nair out of his jacket, right along with a blowtorch. "See, I heard something about a guy dying from having his balls melted off. I wanted to top it - then someone mentioned a blowtorch. You won't die from it, the procedure went painlessly. For me, at least. When the drugs wear off, you'll be a tad sore. Blood loss won't even be an issue - cauterization is the key."
Sion fell to his knees and started to cry. "But let's not forget the other joys I have in store for you, my good man! This is no silverware, and there are no sharp objects. The mirror you saw yourself in? Shatterproof. The women? No nails - and my little girls will hurt you in ways I can't even dream of if you try to force them to tear your face open. You can't eat, you can't drink, you can't fuck." The detective smirked. "The beautiful aspect of Hell is that no matter what you want, even if you can see it right in front of your own eyes, you can't have it. Ever."
Sion kept crying, the sobs coming out in loud gasps as he grew too choked up to breathe. "But I'm not without some edge of humanity. While I think that this should do you well to prepare yourself for hell, I must tell you - you can end this by going out the door at the far end of the hall here. Just step outside, and everything is done." Akaran smiled at the waste of a human life groveling at his feet and started to leave.
"Oh," he said, stopping as he walked out the door he had pointed to moments before. "Don't worry about the last of the Family. Apparently, he thought it would be fun to go on vacation - hasn't really been heard from since the first morning. But as luck would have it, I have some connections... I got tired of listening to it while I waited for you to wake up, but you'll be hearing what happened to him in a couple minutes. Have fun!" As he shut the door behind him, and then the next door through, he calmly flicked a switch, and smiled to himself as he went on with his life.
-----
An hour after Akaran left, Moozilla's screams started. They were inhuman. They were horrible. They were the sounds of someone being fed to a pack of starving rats over, and over, and over. It didn't end.
-----
A day after Akaran left, Sion couldn't take it. The hunger. The thirst. The food. The women. The pain where his manhood used to be. Everything was too much. He bolted. He ran for the door. It opened freely as he crashed into it. He fell.
The last thing Sionistic ever saw was his feet disappearing into the unforgiving maw of a wood chipper.
The resulting spray over the bodies of Lynnsie, Midnyte, Moozilla, Soreali, and Rivera stained them a color red that would only be matched by the color of the flames awaiting them in hell.
-----
RIP Sionisitc...(The Mafia)
RIP Moozilla...(The ...erm masturbator)
by Akaran_D
The game... was over.
The bailiff escorted Sionistic out of the building as the citizenry watched, taken off to his final destination. But it wasn't going to be his final - not by a long shot. With a smirk, Lohrno shoved the next to last Mafioso into the small black sedan waiting for him outside the courthouse. Sion caught a glimpse of someone applying a syringe to his neck, but the face was covered and his vision was far too blurry. Within seconds, everything went to black.
Sionistic woke up the next day in a comfortable king sized canopy bed with soft velvet sheets and a soft harp playing in the background. The room was adorned with golden fixtures and ornate furnishings. He yawned - and that's when he realized something was wrong.
Badly wrong.
He couldn’t part his lips. He reached up and touched them, and felt something... unusual. Something that shouldn't be there. Panicked, he looked around the room for a mirror, something, anything he could see his reflection in. When he saw it, his heavenly surroundings turned to hell. They'd been sewn shut - completely shut. No sound, no air, no food and no water would ever pass through his lips. He screamed, or at least, he tried to. He tried grasping at his lips - but his hands were fastened behind his back.
Panicked, he rushed out of the luxurious bedroom and into a setting that would make even the most hateful food critic swoon with envy. There was food everywhere, everything perfectly sliced, cut and ready to be picked up by your fingertips and tossed into your mouth to flavor the succulent taste of every last morsel. There were drinks to be had too - champagne, wine, beer, water, juice; anything you could ever wish to have slide over your tongue and down your throat. It was so perfect..
And then the women. Naked, every single one of them. Luscious. Beautiful. Angelic. Enough to make the inside of his pants stir as he briefly forgot his other - more pressing - troubles. One of them approached him, and tried to speak.
The lyrics of a song tore through his mind with the force of a breaking dam as he looked at her face. "Like righteous sluts with no crevices." And no fingers. And no holes. Not even human... just machines, robots to taunt him.
The man in the black trench coat cleared his throat. He didn't take his mask off, but at this point, it wasn't even necessary. "Citizen Sionistic, pleasure to see you here. But let's cut the shit - Mr. Mafia. I've known it was you. Don't ask me how I knew. I went to bed, I slept. I woke up - and wasn't dead. That was your first mistake. As Lynks kept saying at the end, why didn't you bloody idiots KILL ME? You guys could have had it so fucking easy - the town to yourself, just your own bullshit to cut through. Fucking amateurs. You killed the only other two people that had enough experience to have a clue. Hell. I called Lynnsie. I called Soreali. I called Midnyte. I called you. I called every fucking mafia that died in this game - minus two. Rivera was a fluke, and a damn nice shot by Lynnsie. Very pleased with her for it. As for the other mafia... well. Just wait and see."
The detective stood up. "But, enough about me. How about you. You may have noticed something - you're in paradise. Great place, isn't it? Gorgeous women - course, they won't touch you, but you can still look at them and remember what it felt like when you had a dick." Sionistic's eyes went wide in horror and he clutched at the front of his pants.
The detective grinned and pulled a bottle of Nair out of his jacket, right along with a blowtorch. "See, I heard something about a guy dying from having his balls melted off. I wanted to top it - then someone mentioned a blowtorch. You won't die from it, the procedure went painlessly. For me, at least. When the drugs wear off, you'll be a tad sore. Blood loss won't even be an issue - cauterization is the key."
Sion fell to his knees and started to cry. "But let's not forget the other joys I have in store for you, my good man! This is no silverware, and there are no sharp objects. The mirror you saw yourself in? Shatterproof. The women? No nails - and my little girls will hurt you in ways I can't even dream of if you try to force them to tear your face open. You can't eat, you can't drink, you can't fuck." The detective smirked. "The beautiful aspect of Hell is that no matter what you want, even if you can see it right in front of your own eyes, you can't have it. Ever."
Sion kept crying, the sobs coming out in loud gasps as he grew too choked up to breathe. "But I'm not without some edge of humanity. While I think that this should do you well to prepare yourself for hell, I must tell you - you can end this by going out the door at the far end of the hall here. Just step outside, and everything is done." Akaran smiled at the waste of a human life groveling at his feet and started to leave.
"Oh," he said, stopping as he walked out the door he had pointed to moments before. "Don't worry about the last of the Family. Apparently, he thought it would be fun to go on vacation - hasn't really been heard from since the first morning. But as luck would have it, I have some connections... I got tired of listening to it while I waited for you to wake up, but you'll be hearing what happened to him in a couple minutes. Have fun!" As he shut the door behind him, and then the next door through, he calmly flicked a switch, and smiled to himself as he went on with his life.
-----
An hour after Akaran left, Moozilla's screams started. They were inhuman. They were horrible. They were the sounds of someone being fed to a pack of starving rats over, and over, and over. It didn't end.
-----
A day after Akaran left, Sion couldn't take it. The hunger. The thirst. The food. The women. The pain where his manhood used to be. Everything was too much. He bolted. He ran for the door. It opened freely as he crashed into it. He fell.
The last thing Sionistic ever saw was his feet disappearing into the unforgiving maw of a wood chipper.
The resulting spray over the bodies of Lynnsie, Midnyte, Moozilla, Soreali, and Rivera stained them a color red that would only be matched by the color of the flames awaiting them in hell.
-----
RIP Sionisitc...(The Mafia)
RIP Moozilla...(The ...erm masturbator)
Posted: February 25, 2005, 10:54 pm
Just as a note. I'm not entering the next game as a detective, citizen, or mafia. The words I said to Lhorno when he made me a detective this round were colorful. No more of this heart stopping shit for me, thanks!
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:03 pm
Victory to the Citizens/Detective!
Congratulations, the mafia menace has been eliminated from this city!
In case you were wondering, the Mafia groups were as follows:
Midnyte_Ragebringer
Sionistic
Rivera Bladestrike
Lynnsie
Soreali
Moozilla
Akaran_D was the last detective.
Another note: As much as most of you dislike Midnyte_Ragebringer, I felt it necessary to note that he did not kill Teenybloke. It was Rivera Bladestrike's team that did it. Nice work!
Another note: Soreali killed off 2 of the detectives. Nice work!
Sionistic, nice defense!
I will distribute VVs like so:
Each of you citizens remaining will get 100 VVs!
Akaran will get 3600
Good game everyone! =D
Congratulations, the mafia menace has been eliminated from this city!
In case you were wondering, the Mafia groups were as follows:
Midnyte_Ragebringer
Sionistic
Rivera Bladestrike
Lynnsie
Soreali
Moozilla
Akaran_D was the last detective.
Another note: As much as most of you dislike Midnyte_Ragebringer, I felt it necessary to note that he did not kill Teenybloke. It was Rivera Bladestrike's team that did it. Nice work!
Another note: Soreali killed off 2 of the detectives. Nice work!
Sionistic, nice defense!
I will distribute VVs like so:
Each of you citizens remaining will get 100 VVs!
Akaran will get 3600
Good game everyone! =D
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:12 pm
Score! 100 VVs! 
And agreed, nice work Rivera on the swerve!
And agreed, nice work Rivera on the swerve!
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:15 pm
How did the guy touch his lips, or his crotch if his hands were bound behind him? And to open the door? He would have to turn around to grab the handle. And he would see the wood chipper, when he spun back around. Right?
The moozilla thing threw me off too.
The moozilla thing threw me off too.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:16 pm
To sum it up, Moozilla hasn't been playing, but he was Soreali's partner.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:28 pm
ops. Sorry, I was in a rush to type that. ><
Assume his hands were bound in a frictionless ball..
The door was a swinger.
Assume his hands were bound in a frictionless ball..
The door was a swinger.
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:43 pm
thousands upon thousands of curses on you lynks
Posted: February 25, 2005, 11:57 pm
Posted: February 26, 2005, 12:28 am
I framed Midnyte beautifully! Muhahahaha!
Our team killed:
Tenuvil - (cause he won game 1 and to throw people's attention on Akaran and the people of game 1 who lost, unfortunately, many of them died in the first and second rounds)
Teenybloke - This was to kill not one but two in one round, so I found two guarenteed deaths. Kill Teenybloke, throw in a ridiculously stupid death that could be used to frame Midnyte that only citizens would not believe was a frameup, and let the citizens kill Midnyte for us.
Pherr - We killed Pherr because of his lack of posts obvious participation (because he was participating in the Survivor game), so he was playing, but wasn't voting or posting, so I figured he was either mafia or detective. Unfortunately we were wrong, we originally planned to kill Rellix, but we changed at the last second...
-- I was murdered at this point --
Lynssie then took over as mafia mastermind and killed Rellix as per our original decision, but it turned out he was still a citizen, damn!
-- Then she got fried --
So we killed 4 citizens, but we planned and carried out the frame-up for another mafia... So we take credit for Mydnyte's death too...
Our team killed:
Tenuvil - (cause he won game 1 and to throw people's attention on Akaran and the people of game 1 who lost, unfortunately, many of them died in the first and second rounds)
Teenybloke - This was to kill not one but two in one round, so I found two guarenteed deaths. Kill Teenybloke, throw in a ridiculously stupid death that could be used to frame Midnyte that only citizens would not believe was a frameup, and let the citizens kill Midnyte for us.
Pherr - We killed Pherr because of his lack of posts obvious participation (because he was participating in the Survivor game), so he was playing, but wasn't voting or posting, so I figured he was either mafia or detective. Unfortunately we were wrong, we originally planned to kill Rellix, but we changed at the last second...
-- I was murdered at this point --
Lynssie then took over as mafia mastermind and killed Rellix as per our original decision, but it turned out he was still a citizen, damn!
-- Then she got fried --
So we killed 4 citizens, but we planned and carried out the frame-up for another mafia... So we take credit for Mydnyte's death too...
Posted: February 26, 2005, 1:24 am
Good game everyone!
Posted: February 26, 2005, 1:40 am
Yeah good game. That was fun.
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:39 am
Actually just another side note to add.. I took out two detectives AND Rivera! Muhaha and I was a solo hitman 
Posted: February 26, 2005, 3:05 am
F you! I was a mastermind!
Posted: February 26, 2005, 4:12 am
Yes Soreali did. He took out noel and fash. He was 2 for 3... You weren't h4xx0ring were you Sore? =D
Posted: February 26, 2005, 12:06 pm
Arrrgh Lynnsie and Rivera I will get my revenge!
Good game everyone
Good game everyone
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:12 pm
I'm just l33t haha pwned you.
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:13 pm
you hit me with WMD! 
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:14 pm
Fash wrote:you hit me with WMD!
I figured you'd like that
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:15 pm
Teenybloke wrote:Arrrgh Lynnsie and Rivera I will get my revenge!
Good game everyone
Might not be such a good idea to say that. =D
Lynnsie and Rivera will be shot, and then you'll be sitting there on the stand.
Posted: February 26, 2005, 2:16 pm
I wouldn't mind goin out like that... but I'd be skiing instead.