Open 770: Fusion Mafia - Game Over!

[Flopz]

After spending an extremely large number of seconds (over 3) I have decided on joining this lovely wagon of minstrels.
(vote)Saudade(/vote)

[Flopz]

After spending an extremely large number of seconds (over 3) I have decided on joining this lovely wagon of minstrels.
(vote)Saudade(/vote)

VOTE: Saudade
I'm really really good at formatting.

[Saudade]

Well i got hammered, thanks

[Hopkirk]

Sounds untrue

[Hopkirk]

minstrels? I don't see

a bard [/b] on the wagon

[Hopkirk]

a bard

[Elements]

Why am I scummy?

you never ask this as town

[Hectic]

Why am I scummy?

you never ask this as town

[Hectic]

Don't worry, I've got a mega readslist coming later that should clear all suspicion on me. I've also got a nice solve hidden in there as well, but only the top tier players like Flopz will be able to spot it.

[Elements]

Don't worry, I've got a mega readslist coming later that should clear all suspicion on me. I've also got a nice solve hidden in there as well, but only the top tier players like Flopz will be able to spot it.

[Hopkirk]

Hasn't towntold even slightly yet.

[Elements]

At this point hectic, if you're town we lynch hop

[Hopkirk]

That reminds me, 'townblock'.

[Hectic]

MEGA readslist:

Dunnstral - From Dun to Dunnstral, he's currently at a Dunn. However, his last post was more reminiscent of Dunnst. Scumlean.

Edguf - She doesn't like to post as scum. Her posting is above average this game. Locktown.

Hopkirk - Warned me about repeating past mistakes. I am not blind and

do not

condone genocide. Strong townread.

Norwee - His poem was beautiful. Strong townread.

Pops - A difficult one. Whenever she's not town, more often than not, she's scum, but this varies game by game. So keep this in mind and we should be fine. Strong neutral read.

Elements - This guy. I was strongly scumreading him at first, but then I remembered how he got lynched day 1 in 26 of his first 27 games. The one game he wasn't was the one where he rolled scum. So locktown.

Flopz - An enigmatic player. Everything from his location to his name leaves much to the imagination. Is he in one particular place in the known universe, or is he present everywhere, being in a sense, omniscient? If this is the case, it is very suspicious how he has not spilled the beans on who scum are yet. Scumlean.

Profii - I like his dog. Townlean.

Aisa - She's either town, or scum with me. So a scumlean.

Saudude - Either a toaster which has become sentient, or scum. Leaning towards the toaster theory for now. Low powered Toaster-read.

George - George.

Gamma - Cool guy, but is either scum or town. If he's scum, then he's probably not town. Scumread.

[Hectic]

At this point hectic, if you're town we lynch hop

He's complained about me about not towntelling in both of my previous games with him. We were town in both. Kinda doubting the legitimacy of this towntell.

[popsofctown]

flopz seems probably town for his page 1 behavior, it seemed like a level of levity difficult for scum.

No one appreciated Gamma's reference to the "How can we solve this game" Creature meme, it made me sadness. On the topic of "breaking" the unbreakable setup, I think it probably is optimal to seek to lynch pairs besides yourself to double your chance of hitting scum, the thing people who play dance games don't do which I think makes the in-practice EV so bad compared to the theoretical EV. Since you don't get infinite votes for your partner in this setup that's less dramatic.

Elements felt a little different from scum elements in the first couple pages. Gutty.

Norwee's poem was beautiful, I'm pocketed into next leapyear.

Saudade gains scum equity for his first post rather than neutral or lost, imo, he is the sort that I could see hardclaiming scum just to brag about it. But he'd also maybe do it as town because he can't fakeclaim masons. It's not going to be more important than all of his posts as a whole.

It seems like Hectic hasn't played with Saudade before, since he seems surprised that Saudade is acting like an abrasive jerk. I kind of struggle to figure out how to communicate this without breaking rules about player conduct since it's technically a personal attack but post 120 is a typical way for Saudade to treat other human beings rather than an atypical way for Saudade to treat other human beings and that might be relevant for sorting his alignment. I can't really say I'm attacking the play not the player because I'm saying this is characteristic of him. The thing is if I am punished, I'm most likely to get force-replaced out of a Saudade game, which is a reward?
GeorgeBaily is my hot take pick for scummiest slot for post 116, it seems rather silly to make this kind of comment on a slot that has hardclaimed scum. Failing to present his own analysis that's different from the more common one has an IIoA feel to me.

VOTE: GeorgeBailey

Dunnstral come play mafia

[Hopkirk]

You're starting to repeat your old jokes.

Anyway, did I ever tell you why my grandfather hated the masons?

You did townrell a bit in the past. My read flipped from town to scum back to town by the end each time.

[Hopkirk]

I agree with lots of pops including on George.

[Hectic]

VOTE: George

[Hectic]

Anyway, did I ever tell you why my grandfather hated the masons?

Go on.

[GeorgeBailey]

I love how my read is simply George. Yeah sorry for not posting much, Christmas festivities and such.

Hectic's read list so far is, interesting. Townread on Elements is odd, and why the scumread on Emerald? Emerald pretty much just talked about the game rules so far?

Anyways, I was gonna vote pop but their recent post was lengthy enough to get a read (Guessing you don't like Saudade lmao). Also,

@pops

Saudade's scum call clearly seemed like a joke. Which is why I was confused. Is hard claiming scum even a tactic for scum?

Dunnstral

[GeorgeBailey]

yikes sorry, meant VOTE: Dunnstral

[Hopkirk]

I'm glad you asked. I'll give you the condensed version instead of scumhunting.

It all began back in the good old days where you could start a secret society and actually get tax breaks for it. Now those were the days. You used to be able to walk down the street and nod knowingly at people in the windows and a good half of them would jump out thinking they'd been caught. You might think it was a struggle wading through the bodies, the coffin sellers being on strike what with Thatcher and everything, but it was surprising easy when you got the hang of back flipping over them. My grandfather was an exceptional back flipper. I'm not sure if he learnt his skills walking down the street, in the war on drugs, or the war on eyes. He always just told me he learnt it in a 'cruel senseless war'. Whenever I tried to get more out of him he locked me in the broom closet until I could break out. Good man, but he wasn't good with money. Spent a fortune on doors. I always used to think it must have been the war on eyes, that's the cruelest and most senseless war I could think of (although I can't think about it too long since it really doesn't make sense and my head starts hurting and then I start making bad decisions like lynching anyone except Elements day one). He also had a blind army buddy, so either that was from the war or he was pulling a Hectic and pretending he was blind to get people to townread him. In the end it didn't really matter how he got them. He'd back flip over twenty corpses with ease and if he landed on anyone and squashed them he could just claim he was trying to back flip over twenty one corpses. All things considered it was pretty much the perfect crime.

It might sound like I'm getting away from my point, but I feel like whenever I fail to establish my grandfather's skillset at the start of the story then the whole thing just falls flat. The important takeaway from my story is that my grandfather had an impressive set of skills. It's like granny always said, 'he doesn't mean what he says when he's on the hooch laddy, the south willne rise again'. I think she was usually drinking at the time too since she didn't have the accent at the start of the sentence. You're also probably thinking that doesn't sound like it did much to establish his skillset. Well let's just say you weren't there to see how much hooch the man could put away. Never told me what hooch is and I never asked and I think we're all a lot happier that way.

Unfortunately he couldn't live a quiet life caring for his family, consuming excessive carbs, and paying what he thought was his fair share of taxes. As was the fate of all non scrounging commie dumpling crungers at the time, in the end he had to get a job. After all, he had a wife, kids, and a serious cocaine habit to support. Nothing serious, he just got an odd thrill from squirting it on the cat. As were most government jobs at the time, it turned out to be a pretty secret job, they wouldn't even tell him what he was supposed to be doing for the first two years. Turns out some of the paperwork went missing which pretty much sums up the government for you. Made him feel a lot more justified about not paying his taxes, not that I'm entirely sure he knew what taxes were. Always made a fuss about paying 'old uncle sam' which never made much sense to me what with us being British, his not having an uncle, and aunt Matilda being the one who had all of the pictures. He always paid her mind you and it was money well spent. Much better than getting a couple of pencil plodders to sent a very skilled man after the latest in a wave of secret organizations who just wanted to impress daddy Khrushchev.

You're probably wondering at this point where this is going. You'll want to reread the last couple of sentences and realize you've missed some brilliant foreshadowing. I'll wait a minute or two for you to pick yourself off the floor, stop typing for a while and let you recover. If you didn't fall off your chair then I'd advise taking a quick break here anyway since otherwise you lose the director's intent for the pacing and the whole thing just falls apart really and then you've got nobody to blame but yourself, Jack Aubrey, and I guess Stalin. I'll trust you've taken the break now and we'll get back to the main story. In case any of you didn't get it, the skilled man was my grandfather and that secret organization was the masons.

Being part of the uninformed majority he'd quite naturally held a hatred of informed minorities all his life. We prefer to avoid talking about his thoughts on affirmative action that turned out to be the obvious extension of this. We prefer to talk about how he lived and died a hero and how we changed his first name to we just before he died and we changed his last name to died a hero just to make it difficult to say he was pretty damn racist without also making we died a hero sound like a hero. He was a hero, but that was beside the point, unless you're after my original point about the masons, if you're still reading this I love you, which I feel I should get back to. Quite naturally the group drew his ire, and when they were finished they wade a sketch of his lyre which he got for a discount of ten lire after he'd lyer a particular turkish gentleman who prefered to be a lier to a stander and who'd called him a liar twelve years prior in the war on ears and subsequently recognized in a bar. Don't ask why he'd lyer him in the bar because the government couldn't either at the time.

My grandfather of course decided he'd infiltrate the masons. He had the perfect plan. He'd join up with a local recruiter, learn about the organization, make his way up the food chain, grow to love the organization and his new brothers, accept it into his heart, become one with it's teachings, start to grow bitter about the newer younger members who were starting to take his place and quit in disgust. All things considered he'd definitely taken a realistic view of how easy it is to get sucked into a cult. Remember, if they're not feeding you enough and they're keeping you tired and they keep insisting you can leave whenever you want but it's a thirty mile walk to the nearest town and the car always happens to be out of gas whenever you feel like leaving then you might be in a cult. Looking at you here Aaron Frost, you'll thank me when you're older.

Like most plans, it didn't survive first contact with the enemy. My grandfather went into the recruiting station just like he planned, but the moment he saw the smug little mason rat girl recruiter at the desk he flew into a rage and burned the place to the ground. Over the next thirty years, and my details get a bit shaky here since gran always made me leave the room when he really got into it, he systematically killed every mason man he could. He left the women alive, but I later discovered he was just leaving them alive so they could have more mason children so that he could kill the children. I'm not defending eugenics and forced breeding programs here or anything, I'm just saying you need to walk a few miles in his shoes before you could understand exactly how deep his hatred of the masons ran. He saw things in those years and they changed him. Who can say if he'd been changed for the better, certainly not Galinda.

Sadly as time passed by my grandfather grew older and had grandchildren of his own. The government decided to slash his department's budget, needing the money of course to bribe every single person in the department into never telling anyone what their job had involved, plus a few extra bribes to cover up the fact they were bribing people then a few bribes to cover up those bribes and then it just kind of snowballed and people have to pretend we don't know why we've got such a huge national debt. He was never the same after they told him he couldn't hunt down masons any more. He retired, and this modern day Cincinnati returned to his family, his cocaine habit, and his oldest and truest love of putting together really badly planned sessions of alcoholics anonymous.

He turned in his gun and badge and I think they recognized he was a broken man at the time since they didn't even ask where he'd got the gun or the badge. I never saw him smile again apart from when he took those long walks and came back covered in red paint. Gran would always ask him where he'd been and he claimed he'd been having an affair and the woman just liked throwing red paint over him, but I think from the way she smiled Gran always knew the truth.

As he grew even older, towards the final days of his life, he did grow to accept that not all masons were evil, in fact not even all of them were bad people. Over the years he'd met thousands of the vermin. In that time he noticed one quality in particular that stood out. He told me in fact, that every mason with this quality turned out to be a good person. He theorized that without this one particular quality, no mason could be good. 'The only good mason', he whispered to me and only me with a smile that spilled out memories of a life well spent me and as he lay on his deathbed, 'is a dead mason'.

That's the short version. I'll get more out of gran before team mafia.

[Elements]

Townread on Elements is odd

why is townreading me odd?
are you saying you don't townread me?
why not?
that's not very nice
I feel personally attacked

[Elements]

That reminds me, 'townblock'.

Doesn't work anymore. There is now 1? game I remember scum you townblocking