Gears of War Mafia - ( Game Over! )

[The Goat]

Am I dead?

Mac hammered you. Was I right about you being un NKillable scum?

[DrippingGoofball]

Red or orange? I have my money on orange.

[DrippingGoofball]

Was I right about you being un NKillable scum?

Hey that was my theory.

[The Goat]

Well fuck.

For what it's worth, that move was totally unexpected. I nearly choked on a hot dog.

[Rubicon]

Orange.

[The Goat]

Was I right about you being un NKillable scum?

Hey that was my theory.

I probably wasn't paying attention to you at the time.

[Rubicon]

I actually was a doctor, though.

[The Goat]

I actually was a doctor, though.

Well played.

[DrippingGoofball]

Orange! SCORE!

And I guessed Mafia Doctor right! HUZZAH

GG Rubicon

I knew Jiffy was scum when he ragequit.

[The Goat]

(I'm gonna do something unfortunate to Majiffy the next time I play in a game with him. Bastige.)

[DrippingGoofball]

Last red scum is ANero -OR- Mac.

[DrippingGoofball]

I say all four of them are confirmed scum unless they vote KoC RIGHT NOW

look at the scum desperate to get the KOC mislynch.

NOPE!!!

You are scum trying to get us to hammer on Koc.

Hey Nero

HAMMER KOC

What's the case other than "lolragequit"?

We have two days till deadline and I'm still reading stuff. Nor have I responded to Mac yet and I want to. Why is their a rush to hammer? Why do you want

me

to hammer instead of Mac, Goat or Messiah?

Yes I'm online, no I'm not stalling, no I'm not scum, and no I'm not worried about the responsibility. Anymore retarded accusations?

You guys are fucking retarded.

vote: Koc

nothing else is happening today, if he flips scum then I'll tell you all why its stupid to lynch me. If he flips town then we should be lynching from Guile, Bcade, Mac, MS.

[DrippingGoofball]

If I hit KoC can we get Nero tomorrow?

VOTE: KoC

Much less defending of one's last buddy by Mac.

So my money for last red scum is A-Nero.

[The Goat]

DG, are you of the opinion that Viomi and MsM are just TOO far out there to be scum? Because that's the way I'm leaning.

[DrippingGoofball]

If I'm dead tomorrow please quicklynch Angelious Nero.

In my memory.

[DrippingGoofball]

Marangal's claim is believable.

[The Goat]

Messiah, I'm protecting you tonight. If you want to watch me, that wouldn't be a horrible idea.

[DrippingGoofball]

I'm just gonna

VOTE: KOC

Bacde pound that shit goooood <3

I say all four of them are confirmed scum unless they vote KoC RIGHT NOW

I am town* trying to get you to hammer KoC

Also is the above post a joke or are you being serious...?

That's no KOC buddy.

[The Goat]

You looking at Guile?

[DrippingGoofball]

You looking at Guile?

He went ballistic on KOC, he's not red scum.

[Venmar]

Final Votecount of the Day:

Votecount 6.4

[L-4]

Guille2015:

Angelious Nero

[L-5] Messiah:

[L-5] DrippingGoofball:

[L-5] Angelious Nero:

[LYNCHED]

Rubicon:

The Goat, DrippingGoofball, Messiah, Viomi, Mac

[L-3]

The Goat:

Ms Marangal, Rubicon

[L-5] Mac:

[L-5] Viomi:

[L-5] Ms Marangal:

Not Voting

• Guille2015

Deadline

• May 18th, 2013

Mod Notes

• I do not believe anybody is V/LA.. I might be wrong however.

[Venmar]

Unknown Time
Unknown Location

Franklin lifted his hand high up into the air and violently stabbed the knife into the table, driving it halfway through the wood. He bolted to his feet and shouted in celebration, clearly happy. The man across the table sagged his shoulders and glared at him from behind a mop of black hair as people around them laughed and cheered.

" I told you I could do it! " Franklin bragged, pointing at the defeated man. " You owe me that wristwatch Robb ". The man's nose twitched in hatred. All around them, men and women were laughing and cheering in a wide circle, tapping them on their shoulders and drinking beer. In defeat, Robb took off the wristwatch and slapped it into Franklins open palm. " You're good " Robb said, slowly cheering up.

Nodding, Franklin grabbed a wooden mug and chugged down the beer in it, a stream flowing down his rough chin. He had a light stubble beard that he fancied himself as of late, with his hair tied back. He wiped the beer from his mouth with the back of his hand before he raised the mug again, " Beer for everyone! ".

Cheering all around. Franklin chuckled and turned to leave, snatching up his knife before doing so. He shouldered through the gathered crowd and strode for a large building with men on both sides, holding rifles in their hands. A large truck was parked in front, loaded with supplies and weapons. It was COG issue, almost brand new. Franklin prided himself on stealing it. It was in top notch condition. That was the last thing he would call the buildings though, even his own personal one. Houses and buildings all around him were in major disrepair and were in a damaged condition. Craters dotted the walls, windows were bare, bullet holes and fire stains ruined the frames, and their general colour was an ugly brown or gray. Roofs were filled with holes, and most had leather flaps for doors instead of normal wood or metal ones. This was the way of the stranded.

Franklin lived in probably the most tolerable of the buildings. The whole city was hit by the devastation of the COG, so it was in a post-apocalyptic state. The driveway was basically nothing but hardened dirt, and trash cans with burning contents were in his lawn, men and women huddled around for warmth. They weren't any different to anybody, however. They were all homeless one way or another, but they all had their own home, shared or not. Many spent their times around warm places as a social gathering, and his house was very popular.

" Franklin " one of the guards nodded with force courtesy. Nobody exactly liked having leaders as stranded folk, but Franklin was respected enough. He tilted his head to the side and strode into his house. Inside he found a tall man with a very square face and hard features. He was outfitted in many different parts of COG armor, with a sandblasted and ragged cloak to cover his shoulders and neck that fell down to his waist in the back. A longshot was strapped over his shoulder, and his gloves looked worn from using it. The man gave a smile full of missing teeth, and rose, " Franklin, long time no see! ". Franklin embraced him.

" Indeed " he agreed, " Where have you been Sean? I need men like you defending my walls ".

It was true. Franklin was running short on good marksmen like Sean. His lookouts were mostly young or inexperienced men with little practice. He lost three good pigs and a strong man yesterday because one of his lookouts didn't see the lone locust drone slip into the campus. Needless to say, the lookout's head decorated the walls of the compounds quite nicely. Sean was an old friend, and one of the best marksmen he knew as well.

The tall man laughed out loud, " Pillaging the west for you, of course, or have you forgotten? The COG is ripe for the picking now that Jacinto has been sunk. I have taken many prisoners and supplies. You will be glad to hear that the COG garrisons in this city are... well... ". Sean spread his arms wide, " GONE ".

The tall, square faced man seemed to find the smallest of things completely hilarious, and even at that remark he bellowed in like a thunder gone mad. Franklin grinned, quite pleased at his friends achievements, but now kind of complexed at why Sean is here. " I am glad friend. But why have you shown up? " he asked.

Sean slowed down his laughter and wiped a small tear from his eye, his expression slowly turning serious and grim. " Well... you see.. I have drove out the COG but I bring sad tidings, and grave news. I think you should sit down ". Franklin sat. Sean continued, " About two months ago, Aaron Griffin tried to lead an attack on the COG near Char. He flanked a convoy and surrounded them, but he was far too outmatched. He was taken prisoner, and executed at the Slab. " Sean paused, clearing his throat before finishing, " What remained of his forces have been either scattered, or destroyed. I fear all of his power went with him. "

That, truly was grave and sad news. Aaron was a vital ally to their cause, controlling a bolstered and well supplied stranded army that actually opposed the COG. He had connections, wealth, and power, something that was important. For 16 years, Aaron controlled Char and many small cities around it with manpower alone, and Franklin depended on him for safety sometimes. Now the man was gone, and his forces along with him.

Evidently, Franklins despair and shock was evident on his face, which is why Sean shook his head sadly, " That's not all of it. I hear that Lyle Ollivar has been slain by the COG as well, out at sea in an ambush, about three days ago. His fleet was surrounded by the COG, and it fell when Lyle was shot down very early in the battle. I hear only a fifth of his forces remain on a remote island with no fleet to sail, and under the command of a newly crowned chairman so stubborn and arrogant I think we can kiss out alliance with them good-bye ".

Franklin flung the first thing his hand grasped at that moment, which happened to be a crumpled book. Sean had to duck to the side to avoid the books wrath, which smashed into the wall behind the tall man and crumpled even more. Franklin screamed in anger, " NOOOO ", bolting to his feet in a mad fury. He spat and waved his hands as he left his anger and frustration out. It evidently made Sean uneasy, even for a man as tall and strong as him. Franklin pointed an accusing finger at him, murder in his eyes, and his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss.

" This is bullshit, you hear me? If what you say is true, I might as well shove a spear up my arse and call it a day! What do you expect me to do without Aaron and Lyle? I am defenseless, and I am powerless ". He pivoted on his heel, hands now on his head, " I don't know what I am going to do... the COG will be coming here any second.. without Lyle at the coast.. or Aaron at the land... I... I...".

Sean outstretched a hand to attempt and comfort him, " Sir we will get through this. You still have many m- "

" Men? " Franklin finished for him. He spat at that. " I have merely 50 able bodied men, I have lost most of my forces last month in the great raids! I won't dream of challenging the COG again without them... ".

With that, Franklin slumped down, burying his head in his palms. A silence took the two men, but Franklin suddenly gasped, apologizing tone escaping him, " I am sorry Sean. You are not responsible for this, forgive my outbursts ". The tall man shook his head, but kept his silence.

As much as these news troubled Franklin, he had to do something, that much was clear, so he pondered. Slowly, he paced the room and stopped in front of Sean, staring into the mans deep grey eyes.

" We leave tomorrow for Char. I want to regroup what remains of Aaron's forces. We can't sit about, not with the COG on the prowl ".

Sean nodded, bowing his head. Franklin took that as he did, and decided his time needed to be spent elsewhere, organizing troops. He hugged the man tightly, apologizing once again. The hug seemed to last a long time though.. a bit too long.

" There's just one more problem... you still remain to hold Aaron's and Lyle's crusade " came Sean's hissing whisper. Confused, Franklin froze for a second, and then realized what was going on. He tensed, but the man he thought was his closest friend tightened his grip iron right, choking him. He couldn't believe it, Sean, one of his closest friends, trying to kill him right there. But why?

Franklin gasped, his neck getting slowly crushed by the big mans embrace. Grasping for weapons with the hands he had trapped behind the mans back, he managed to find a dirk in Sean's belt, strapped in tightly. Drawing it as quick as a snake, Franklin opened a part of the tall mans lower back in one swift stroke.

A loud scream ensued, and Franklin crumpled to the ground gasping for air as the giant above him backed away, spitting and hissing in pain. The dirk slipped from his hands when he was released, and lay a few feet away from his feet. Getting up to one knee, Franklin collapsed forward for lack of breath before his hand reached the dirk. Crawling forward, he snatched it up and rose, Sean gathered his senses by then.

" What the fuck man.. " Franklin spat at Sean, pure hatred in his voice. The giant didn't seem to mind. " You're a fool. You should have given up, but no... you're so ambitious aren't you? " Sean started, swaying to the side from his back pain. " I lost hope in you a while ago, perhaps killing you will give these people freedom once again. A better leader. "

Frankin gulped. The man wanted him dead. " Guards! Help! " he finally managed to yell, realizing such men existed. In a flash as quick as lightning, Sean's longshot was in his hands and swinging at full speed at his head. Bringing up the dirk just in time, the longshot made a sickening crunch as it cracked Franklins wrist, and sent him sprawling backwards. Advancing on him, Sean took aim with the rifle, aimed at his head.

In that instance, the guards entered the room, weapons drawn, but it was too late by then, the trigger was already pulled.

Official General Bardry Documentation:

When:

Day 6

Where:

Unknown

Cause:

Lynch

Name of Individual:

Franklin Tsoko

Alias of Individual:

Rubicon

Details:

During the meeting between Franklin and Sean, Franklin was betrayed. In a surprise encounter, Franklin was nearly choked out to death by a deadly embrace, but survived briefly by pulling a dirk. However, he was defeated when his "friend" whipped him across the wrist and face with the blunt end of a longshot rifle, and then was shot through the head.

Rubicon was betrayed, beat down, and executed Day 6, he was Franklin Tsoko ( Non-Consecutive Mafia Doctor/Commuter ) of the Stranded

Franklin is a Stranded who is in charge of his own little stranded outpost in Ephyra. He controlled some land around it, and had connections to other stranded that helped him establish his little outpost and protect it. Despite being good friends with Dom, Franklin still possesses a deep hatred for the COG like many other stranded, and only helped Dom because he owed him a debt. His views on the COG seem to be similar to that of large extremists such as Aaron Griffin and Lyle Ollivar, just not as extreme but he probably came into agreement with them. Since he wasn't as powerful or influential as them, Franklin was adequate at sneaking around and was able to slip away from those who seeked him out through commution.

Night 6 has now officially started. If you have a night action, please submit it before the deadline of the night, which is Saturday, May 11th at 9:50pm PST

[Venmar]

UIR Submarine,

The Zephyr

Submerged under the Sea

2 months since Trescu left the COG

Miran Trescu has never really been a man to waver. He was silently sitting in the commanders seat of his submarine, seeing the dangers ahead of his crew. They encountered a leviathan, and he knew that only precise movements and commands would get him and his crew out of there alive. He was a stone face, hard to break man who never lost his shit, but in this case he was on the brink of losing it because seeing a leviathan this close would scare any man into submission

Ever since he was promoted to the rank of Commander, he was given his own submarine to command at his own discretion. The UIR command saw him as a very strong and powerful man, who had very valuable leader qualities. They were prepared to give him more but they had to do it step by step, and since Trescu was a seaman they gave him a submarine called Zephyr and gave him the rank of Commander. He served in the navy ever since in the UIR Third Fleet.

Did he enjoy it? Well, any man enjoys a promotion, but he was born to Egar Trescu, a high ranking General in the UIR army. Both he and his father deeply believed that the COG were the scum of the earth, he believed that Gorasnaya and the UIR were the rightful rulers and that they would win the war. The promotion helped the two further their influence into the UIR high command. They were true patriots, and it would take more than just a mere leviathan to break his spirit.

But then again, Trescu has been through some really serious shit. When the UIR was forced to surrender to the COG, they did so because the COG nearly sunk an entire UIR fleet with one deployment of the Hammer of Dawn. Which fleet you might ask? The UIR Third Fleet, the same fleet Trescu was a part of. When the hammer was deployed, Trescu and his submarine crew were submerged well under the ocean, but when he heard the fleet above was incinerated in minutes, he knew things were getting serious. He put on his usual stone faced expression and acted as a true leader should've and showed no fear of the weapon as he ordered a retreat, but inside he was scared shitless of the new orbital weapon.

Now Trescu was staring straight into the eyes of a giant leviathan that they just a few seconds ago pissed off by accident. He left the COG only a couple months ago with what remained of his fleet, which was mainly his submarine and the frigate the COG gave him. He was currently deep underwater, but above was his frigate.

The leviathan roared with the fury of a thousand boomers, openings it's large mouth to cry out, intimidating Trescu and his submarine crew. His years of submarine service prepared him for small signs as this. Monster or man, Trescu knew when a beast was preparing for an attack.

" Back up! Put all of our power in the reverse engines! Send us backwards or that thing will eat us! " Trescu yelled to his crew as loudly as he could. His tone came across as a bit harsh, but nobody cared because everyone wanted to live, nobody wanted to die. It took the crew on a split mili second to comprehend his words, and before they knew it the submarine was reversing at a remarkable pace.



The leviathan lunged forward with its gaping mouth only a couple seconds later, missing the submarine by mere inches just as the submarine backed up in time to dodge the bite. The leviathan evidently got annoyed that his prey dodged him, and started to move forward, slowly leaving it's dormant cave.

Trescu knew they would get annihilated in seconds if they attempted to outrun by simply going in reverse, they were too slow. He knew they have to make a 360 and dart away, but he had to time it perfectly.

One of his crewmen looked up, sharing his fear and spoke up,

" Sir, should we not make a 360 turn? "

Trescu shot the crewman a look that silenced him. The crewman quickly remembered why he was so fiercely loyal to the commander, knowing very well that the commander knew what he was doing, and if anyone was to get him out of there alive it would be Trescu.

As the submarine made decent time backing up as quickly as it could, the leviathan started to pick up speed, catching up to the submarine. If this was a cavern or a rocky area, Trescu could outmaneuver it through narow gaps, but he and the beast were in complete open sea right now, and every move he would make decided if he lived or if he died.

As the leviathan got dangerously close, Trescu saw the leviathans intention to lurch one of its tentacles forward to snatch the submarine up and to cram it into its large mouth for a tasty snack. That's what Trescu was waiting for, for the leviathan to reveal its next move.

" Submerge deeper, now!! "

The crew did as he said, and the submarine dropped lower at his command. To everyones surprise, the maneuver caused them to dodge two tentacles shooting for them by a couple meters. Those who had view saw the tentacles passed them over the top of the submarine as it dropped.

The leviathan itself passed over them, and by the time it turned around, Trescu had the submarine ordered to put all of its power back into the frontal engines. By the time the leviathan was back on their heels, they were high tailing in the forward direction away from the leviathan.

The crew cheered for a second, but then realized they were far from safe. Wiping some sweat from his face, Trescu grabbed his second in command officer by the arm and put him temporarily in charge as he barged into the communications room, scared but furious.

" Get me the CNV Timgad, I need to speak to Captain Vischkov about this personally " Trescu ordered the operators, who complied with a second thought.



The CNV Timgad was the frigate on the surface part of his fleet. They probably knew of the threat, but Trescu needed to know if the fleet on the surface was doing well, he needed to know if he was safe enough to start going back up and how quickly he could get support from his actual fleet.

" Commander Trescu, Captain Vischkov here " the other end of the headset blurted. The captain sounded panic'ed and stressed, but Trescu ignore the tone.

" Captain, we are being chased by a gigantic Leviathan, I need to know if we can descend back up, we don't have much air left and we won't survive this thing by outrunning it. "

Trescu was scared, but if he was showing it than the communication operators weren't showing their concern or their reaction to it, they simply did they job and listened in. The other end was silent for a bit. Just as Trescu was about to repeat his question, the submarine shook terrible and lurched to the side at the sound of a gruesome impact.

The impact sent Trescu flying to the side, banging his head on the side of the submarine. As he got up, he heard crewmen yelling orders to each other, his second in command hard at work. When Trescu could comprehend what just happened, he learned that the leviathan caught up to them and smashed one of its tentacles into the submarines side.

Trescu started cursing in gorsnayan, they were in serious trouble now. As he started to leave the communications room, he was thrown off of his feet and the submarine lurched upwards. This time he caught himself and held on to the steel door frame as the submarine lurched upwards and upwards until he was hanging from the side of the steel door frame.

Despite the obvious and evident horror everyone in the submarine was feeling, the whole submarine was deathly silent. Not because everyone wanted to know what came next, but because they were paralyzed by fear.

It only took a mere second for the leviathan to smash through the hull of submarine. There was a large crunching sound as the side of the submarine was ripped off. Monstrous teeth sunk through the metal and grabbed a hold of the hull, and in seconds half of the submarine was gone.

As water flooded the submarine in an unimaginable quick pace, Trescu started to make his peace. This was all over for him. The water smashed into his body and sent him flying backwards into the communications room, the operators screaming in fear. Trescu would scream as well, but the water knocked the air out of him and filled his lungs with water.

In seconds, the submarine was flooded, and Trescu drowned under the pressure of the sea as the leviathan feasted on the big hunk of metal, and eventually Trescu himself.

Official General Bardry Death Documentation:

When:

Night 6

Where:

Deep underwater, the Ocean.

Cause:

Lynch

Name of Individual:

Commander Miran Trescu

Alias of Individual:

DrippingGoofball

Affiliation:

Town

Details:

During a large leviathan ambush of the Submarine Zephyr, Commander Miran Trescu as well as his submarine and its crew were killed by the leviathan. Trescu drowned in the wreck after it was breached.

DrippingGoofball was drowned Night 6, he was Commander Miran Trescu ( Vanilla Townie ) of the UIR.

Commander Miran Trescu was the commander of the submarine Zephyr before and after E-Day, but ultimately became the leader of the entire nation of Gorasnaya after the locust invasions, being forced to save his people from certain death and extinction. As a part of the Gorasnayans and the UIR, he and his people were largely despised by the large human superpower against the locust, the COG, and thus him and his people were mostly left to fend for themselves. A smart and tactiful man, however, Trescu was able to protect and save his people along with a small portion of their navy, which he later used to transport his people to the COG and finally unite with them. Again, there Trescu ends up becoming a very high ranking officer of the COG military and plays a crucial part in the Lambent Pandemic and the Stranded Insurgency. A strong willed and inspirational man, Trescu is a man to look up to for his achievements before and after E-Day.

Day 7 starts after DGB's death, may she rest in peace

Votecount 7.0

[L-4] Guille2015:

[L-4] Messiah:

[L-4] Angelious Nero:

[L-4] The Goat:

[L-4] Mac:

[L-4] Viomi:

[L-4] Ms Marangal:

Not Voting

• Guille2015, Messiah, Angelious Nero, The Goat, Mac, Viomi, Ms Marangal

Deadline

• May 26th, 2013

Mod Notes

• I do not believe anybody is V/LA.. I might be wrong however.

[Mac]

Everyone claims then, and results please

[The Goat]

I protected Messiah.