Author Mafia - Game Over!

[HP Lovecraft]

Voting Log, Vol. 1 No. 8

Christopher Marlowe - 0
Thomas Pynchon - 0
Shakespeare - 0
David Foster Wallace - 0
Edgar Allan Poe - 1 (The Daily Bugle)
James Joyce - 0
Moliere - 0

Bret Easton Ellis - 11 (James Joyce, Thomas Pynchon, David Foster Wallace, Rucks, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Jane Austen, Charlie Kaufman, Oscar Wilde, Gregory Williamson, Edgar Allan Poe, ee cummings) L-2

Lemony Snicket - 0
Charlie Kaufman - 0
Oscar Wilde - 0
Dr. Seuss - 0
Gregory Williamson - 1 (Dr Seuss)
Gertrude Stein - 0
Tommy Wiseau - 0
Jane Austen - 2 (Moliere, Tommy Wiseau)
ee cummings - 1 (Rucks)
David Mamet - 0
The Daily Bugle - 2 (David Mamet, Christopher Marlowe)
Brian Jacques - 1 (Mark Z Danielewski)
God - 0
Mark Z. Danielewski - 0
Marion Zimmer Bradley - 4 (God, Shakespeare, Lemony Snicket, Gertrude Stein)
Rucks - 0

Not Voting - 2 (Brian Jacques, Bret Easton Ellis)

With 24 alive, it takes 13 to lynch. Deadline is in flux

Activity seems to have picked up a bit. The mod team is still discussing what is to be done about activity as a whole. It is likely that we will seek replacements during a long night and issue a new and more relaxed post restriction. If you guys want to help us recruit players to get the replacement situation fixed more quickly, that would be just ducky.

Happy Halloween!

[Gertrude Stein]

@Good Host Lovecraft- Blessed art thou loins if you present an updated vote log.

1 Bradley's revelation of where each author stands with her garners much appreciation.

2 Appreciation of the Lord will result in HIS blessing.

3 A counterwagon of Ellis will be looked upon with scrutiny by MY CHOSEN people.

~Revelations 9:1

You have numbered points while I have numbered responses to those numbered specific points.

1] And yet and yet you still vote her (not that I argue with a vote on the Zimmer; I am just simply merely pointing out your self-inconsistency).

2] No response necessary (take this as you will).

3] Difficult to infer your true meaning here; my interpretation is that you would disapprove of any vote other than Ellis. Yet you're voting ZimmerBrad (see point 1).

The day of play in the way seems to be winding down and while Ellis seems to be the favored majority vote, I still think ZimmerBrad is the proper correct perfect choice and yet I see that there shall not be a solid wagon upon her this day.

Still, The Most Esteemed Lord God should be looked upon in regard to his conflict between words and thoughts and actions.

[James Joyce]

Esteemed Scumlord Brettanny Eastonshire Ellisisland,

Kindly submit to clams. Or calm. Or claim. Yes, claim now.

[Lemony Snicket]

I apologize for my absence, but a robust woman named Sandy came to my doorstep and blew down my power lines. She had some nerve.

I will read the posts that transpired and hopefully have something to say then. Apparently we are nearing a consensus on Ellis? Allow me to research and I will consider changing my vote.

[Lemony Snicket]

Author Joyce is correct - Ellis should "claim," as they say, before we decide to exile him from our gathering. However, since it takes thirteen of us to come to a consensus, not twelve, I see no harm in placing my vote now.

UNVOTE:
VOTE: Ellis

[Dr Seuss]

Vote: Bret Easton Ellis

He's a good guy; clearly it's so.
But it's time for someone to go.
Lurk for a month and throw down a hammer.
Shock! Awe! Lock Seuss up in the slammer!

[HP Lovecraft]

Diary Entry 7

Having spent longer than I care to admit reading the abominable writing of Ms. James, it was necessary for me to take a light dinner in my sleeping quarters; I hoped to be refreshed by the meal and its accompanying somnolency, and therefore be better able to plumb the depths of her lurid prose. As I dozed off, I reflected on the events that had brought me here, and felt a nameless dread for what might come. The fate of poor Mr. Goodkind hadn't strayed far from my consciousness, and everything I saw now contained a faint reflection of his blood-soaked corpse. The prospect of sleep comforted me, although to no great extent; my superstitions were aroused by the knowledge I gained from reading certain occult books while in college, and I could not help but connect Mr. Goodkind's death to the whispers of evil rituals and rites practiced by the mongrel races of humanity. I saw a glimmer in their dead eyes when they came to haul Mr. Goodkind's body way (to God knows where!) and they cause me to shudder even now. Although my sleep was mercifully free of dreams, I was awoken by a noise that was so horrific that I nearly fainted dead away. I ran out of my sleeping chamber to investigate and discovered the noise coming from Mr. Ellis' room. I tentatively approached the door and put my ear to it. By now, the screaming had died down and I heard only a slow slurping punctuated by an occasional crunch. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Mercifully, there was a haze of white powder obscuring the scene inside; I saw a hideous shape

gnawing

on a dark shape on the floor. I screamed and ran back to my room, sure that our counterpart Bret Easton Ellis was dead.

Bret Easton Ellis,

Vanilla Townie

, was lynched day 1. Night starts now. Night actions are due by 11/12 at 1PM EST. We will be sending a PM detailing the changes to the post restriction.

[HP Lovecraft]

[HP Lovecraft]

ooc: Alright folks, here's how it's going to be. We have obviously had a pretty serious activity problem with this game. The mod team has talked it over, and I've given it a lot of thought. While you still need to post with your alts, you're free to post OOC in every post you make. I'm not going to prescribe a specific way of going about the implementation of OOC posting, I just want you to find a way to post more frequently than we have been to this point. As I've said before, I have been very impressed with how well you are all writing in your author voices, and that being the theme of this game, I certainly don't want that to stop. However, the need for actual words to get on the page in support of some kind of mafia game is more important than my desire to read pretty words and phrases. The game is going to go live tomorrow. I hope you've had enough time to recoup and resolve yourselves to participating a bit more diligently.

We're going to have at least one replacement coming into the game tomorrow, and I'm searching for one or two more. If you want to refer anyone to me who you think would be interested in playing, please let me know.

tl;dr you can post more OOC. lol replacements.

[HP Lovecraft]

Diary Entry 8

After the terrible fright I suffered, I could hardly sleep; in time, however, I found that fabled land of strange visions and ancient terrors. In my sleep, images spun uncontrollably, and sounds echoed through the halls of my imagination. Chiefly featured in my dreams were the visages of my compatriots, though they were warped daemonically, and I trembled inwardly as they cackled and threatened me. I saw that despite any opinions I might have in the matter, any of them could be the villains in this morbid tale. Upon waking I bolted from bed and put on my clothes, noticing subtle differences in the placement of my possessions from where I had left them the night before. A shudder went through me as I thought of the shifty and heavy-lidded servants pawing through my possessions to identify items of value. Rather than reflect on the secondary purposes to which my things could be put, I exited the room, to have breakfast and hopefully begin our next workshop session with the same number of people as had gone to bed that night.
If only we had the good fortune for that to be the case! I was one of the first to sit down at the table, although the rest of our unfortunate company filed in bleary-eyed within minutes of my sitting; I suppose that our immutable herd instinct had subconsciously told the rest not to leave their rooms until they heard others doing so safely. As we sat silently and looked around at each other, we noticed that Mr. David Foster Wallace and the dear reporter from The Daily Bugle were absent. The servants had sneaked into the dining room (how I hated their animal mannerisms!) after as and were leering at us evilly when we all bolted from our chairs to check on our missing friends. Upon inspection, we found their bedrooms spotless and containing no traces of the former occupants. The servants had followed us up and one said to us with unnervingly proper elocution “the gentlemen who stayed here won't be back.” Inquiry revealed nothing but further repetition of the unhelpful statement and we thus abandoned further lines of questioning.
Forgoing breakfast (we wanted nothing to do with our evil-looking servants), we sat at the workshop tables and got back to work, though none could be quite sure for how long we could keep up our appearance of civility.

David Foster Wallace, vanilla town, killed night 1
The Daily Bugle, vanilla town, killed night 1

With 21 alive, it's 11 to lynch. Deadline is 12/17 1PM EST

[OscarWilde]

"Good morning to all. I see that we have a new guest. And we have lost some of our number this night. It is curious though, the number and the names. Somebody has targeted an out of print newspaper for destruction. I do have my pet theories, but I'd like to refrain from making assumptions until more have weighed in, or it becomes exceptionally pertinent."

[Thomas Pynchon]

Shakespeare, evil minded Shakespeare, inferred right for once. Williamson showed up looking like any traditional townie, looking for votes on a wagon he cared about. Five minutes later, he's on Wallace's ass for trying to get Poe lynched, doing the same thing.

Vote: Shakespeare

[Jane Austen]

Can people argue over whether Seuss is here; that he is hiding, and waiting? The so honorable Poe is still definitely scum, though I'm not voting him, because my suspicions of Seuss have been vindicated; I feel they have been at least.

Vote: Seuss

[Lemony Snicket]

I have a few things I need to look into, since my thoughts on who the criminals are have not been accurate thus far. One of these things is the author Edgar. As of now I still believe he is one of the criminals, however there is a certain post which does not seem like the post a criminal would make, due to its length (some would say it is as long as a snake that is kept by a trio of orphan's estranged late uncle). When I find the time and I am not being chased by a traveling circus troupe, I will examine the logic and breadth of material of that post more in depth, along with the rest of the things he has said at this gathering.

While I dislike Seuss ending the day abruptly (especially immediately after I said he should claim), the lack of content makes me pause at considering the vote. Jane, I realize we've had a variation of this dialogue before, but why do you feel so strongly about Seuss being a criminal when he has said so little to judge upon?

[Marion Zimmer Bradley]

I would like to know the answer to that myself Jane?

I am feeling kind of blue at us losing dear David Foster Wallace. I really liked him. But we must move on and find the dastardly Terrans who committed such atrocities as killing him. I guess I will go back to my Keeper for more lessons too. And will then reassess my list of villains once more.... Back soon my fellow Commyn and Commynara.

Also a gracious thank you to our esteemed Hastur of Hasturs for hosting this party so well. Z'parvdu

[Fred Phelps]

Y'know, I look at this game, and all I see is one generation after another of queers and queer-enablers. Dr. Seuss? The guy's a pedophile, bent on creating a nation of poetry-spouting sissyboys who mince around in footy pajamas. You're going to hell, Seuss, along with Things 1 and 2. Lord God? How dare you take upon the name of the One True Lord and use that to spread the queer agenda? You couldn't even fathom the punishment that God has for you. I haven't even seen one post from you decrying the homosexualization of America. You are a false prophet, and you too will one day eat your children in the fiery pits of blackest hell. Oscar Wilde? Man, don't even start me on the stuff THAT guy's into. He makes RuPaul look like the Apostle Paul.

But all that is irrelevant, because I've decided to bring judgement on the murderers among us, before letting God Himself judge the rampant collection of nancy sodomites that has assembled here.

Seuss, you called Brett Ellis a "good guy" shortly before contributing to his murder:

Vote: Bret Easton Ellis

He's a good guy; clearly it's so.
But it's time for someone to go.
Lurk for a month and throw down a hammer.
Shock! Awe! Lock Seuss up in the slammer!

If you were anything other than a hell-bound, child-sodomizing lunatic bent on spitting upon the very Bible itself... why would you contribute to his death while calling him a good guy? While it's obvious that Ellis is in hell, there are people here that wish to do us harm. More specifically, they wish to do me--- God's One True Voice--- harm. You need to answer me, Seuss, or soon you'll kneel before your true master, bound eternally in hell.

God bless lynch mobs!

[James Joyce]

Bread Phelps! The game just goat butter! I agree with defined dings or my fail low authors.

VOTE: Seuss

[Jane Austen]

I realize we've had a variation of this dialogue before, but why do you feel so strongly about Seuss being a criminal when he has said so little to judge upon?

Everything he has said is completely scum; he's had the same number of scummy posts as they the typical scum, but is missing the null posts that normally accompany them. He is still scum because his posts come from opportunism rather than scumhunting, and his lack of posts should not let him be forgiven from it.

[HP Lovecraft]

Diary Entry 9

In the excitement of the morning, we hadn't noticed that three of our number were replaced by different authors. Upon calming down, we pressed them for information about how they came to be in this place too, and if they could tell us more about our mysterious host. None of them knew, although we decided that we should begin to figure out how we as threads fit into this hideous pattern.
One fellow, who replaced Mr. Jacques, was a fierce evangelical Christian who proclaimed loudly of hellfire and damnation every time someone else spoke, especially the women and more feminine men. Another fellow, who was replacing Moliere, was an elderly Oriental gentleman whose speech mainly consisted of cryptic and vague parables. He reminded me of the ageless shaman of Leng spoken of in the dread Necromonicon, and both his incredible age and placid demeanor filled me with nameless dread. The third fellow was another reporter, who presumably was sent around after the first one was murdered. This reporter has taken the place of that pale and ill-spoken Belgian Mr. Wiseau (thank God!).
Hopefully these additions will prove helpful in uncovering the mysteries of this dread workshop.

Fred Phelps replaces Brian Jacques
Confucius replaces Moliere
Spinning Paper replaces Tommy Wiseau

[Spinning Paper]

The Room flops - 5 dead.

Vote: Shakespeare

[Edgar Allan Poe]

Is it a dream within a dream? All that we see or seem? And yet he, he still writes on – the Author of the Chronicles. Or can it be more, more? Members of this assembly are still of a mindset akin to a partisan.

A different day; a similar task

he thought.

Poe looked around him to the faces of the others – fewer than the day before. He saw Austen still murmuring the same nonsensical blabbering. He still saw Snicket giving him the evil eye.

But not all hope was withered with grief! Oh how it made him smile! Here was new blood, fresher than the dead parasites of the flu. Newer people to help us catch the criminals, to replace dead slots. Maybe now he would finally get a read on slots he thought long deceased.

“Interesting,” he murmured to himself.

“Well then, I hope you have had time to lax around in comfort provided by the Monsieur. Ultimately, though, you do know why all of you have been summoned? We’re here in a rather awkward state – rather chaotic. Kind are the souls who would please share their thoughts on all the manner, nay?” Slowly he looked at the friar and smiled, a rather sarcastic smile.

And then he looked around, and something caught his eye on the table. A newspaper. Another one.

He couldn't stop laughing.

[HP Lovecraft]

ooc: All flavor has been updated. We are hopefully full up on replacements, although we might see one or two more before we are done removing the deadwood. May Yog-Sothoth bless our efforts!

[Confucius]

A superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions.

Players need to talk less and say more. Lurkers need to post.

~

Dr. Seuss, why did you describe your month-long absence as "lurking"? Would you agree you had one of the easier post-restrictions in the game? Why was Bret Easton Ellis "clearly" a good guy at the end of Day One?

[James Joyce]

Williamson showed up looking like any traditional townie, looking for votes on a wagon he cared about.

Hoodoo ewe no? Diss serous quest, Sean. Ewe seam two shore.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Williamson showed up looking like any traditional townie, looking for votes on a wagon he cared about.

Hoodoo ewe no? Diss serous quest, Sean. Ewe seam two shore.

He sat now, wondering, could they have followed him? Indeed, he was in character. Shakespeare, called one man town for

doing

that

thing,

and another scum, but the other was doing

that

too. Shakespeare made no mention of this at the time.

I do not have strong feelings for Williamson.