Author Mafia - Game Over!

[Thomas Pynchon]

A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.

He is sitting on the boundary of the action and, ironically, avoiding the theatre.

Vote: David Mamet

[Thomas Pynchon]

We have begun to move, but is this the way out? Gertrude Stein's posts are not a disentanglement from, but a progressive knotting into - the confusion and the fear as we move forward. This is a judgement from which there is no appeal, should it not halt.

Edgar Allen Poe has moved slowly through his posts. His vote on Snicket for sowing the seeds of chaos is a blind thrust into the dark even as the light is percolating in. The morning air now flows across my nipples as light reveals his reaching and empty attack on Marlowe for prolonging RVS, while a brief look around reveals many more such wastrels, here being clever, there being lazy or sprawling their words across the page. There is no ray of light illuminating Marlowe. Poe's eye is directed to it for no discernible reason.

But it is already light. How long had it been light? The arrival of the paper woke many to an asymmetric attention - Poe escaped the jeers Seuss directed to the Bugle for it's comments. I also think that Mamet's attack on the Bugle based on the suggestion that the Bugle knows his alignment is a massive exaggeration, and similar reasoning, reveals him to be scum, for knowing that there is one scum team. None of this makes me want to run out into the street or warn the others.

Vote: Poe

[Thomas Pynchon]

There is rope out there with your name on it.

Vote: Zimmer Bradely

[Thomas Pynchon]

The first flames of the day have appeared, reflected in the eyes of those looking upon them and fanned by each breath. Everyone was alert, jostled by the ever growing murmur of expectancy. All at once, into their gaze strolls a disheveled norfolk terrier, with a raffish gleam in its eye.

A talking dog, and it sings.


laaaaaa laaaaaa laaaaa

My dear Rucks, you're a ratter
With your: not-referencing-my-vote don't matter.

backup singers:

My vote on the paper.
You follow that up with a defense of the Zimmer.
Your misinterpretation of why she's scum makes me simmer.

backup singers:

It brings me a boil!
Comin' right up is the final treason.
You think I'm scum for not givin' reason.

backup singers:

For my vote on the Zimmer!
But just remember, "not-referencing-my-vote don't matter."
Are you ready hear those gallows clatter.

backup singers:

Gallows clatter!

VCA before flips
Is for drips.
I don't know what Bradley's doin'
But it ain't a shoe-in.

backup singers:

Not it ain't!
She's got a case on Ms. Stein.
But she fingers me and mine.

backup singers:

For not posting enough, and voting her!
I'm certainly not feelin' better 'bout her.

David Wallace, you're a confusing fellow.
How you get that MZB's VCA was to mellow

backup singers:

me hoppin' on her wagon.
I'll never know.
And when it comes to Poe, his posts might be for show,
But I'll give him a chance
cause the MZB vote's a dance.

backup singers:

Good, good times.
Good times indeed.

[Thomas Pynchon]

The daily briefings are all but abandoned. No one sees the old Zimmer Bradley around any more. "The old woman's lurking," I cry, but my vote on her's stable. I can't disagree with Austin's Dr. Seuss vote, bu there's another matter pressing. Some of the group seem to have other ideas, but no one seems to want to shoot down the whole scheme. There's little panic and in the background, all but Joyce seem to move about content.

[Thomas Pynchon]

She came along the alley and up the back steps the way she always used to. Jane always in sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Mr. Darcy t-shirt.
"There's this guy;"
There always is.
"Poe." She finished. She told her story - easy business.
"Yeah, sounds like dust up over language. Standard stuff. Not terrible, but too square."
EE on the other hand. He's someone I wanna keep an eye on.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Somethin' else. Wallace, why's it that you think that flatlander Bradley's town?

[Thomas Pynchon]

@ Thomas what do you mean by flatlander? I was raised in the mountains.

You just aren't hip.

Now that Mr Cummings is actually starting to participate,

What is this,

participation

?

Through no direct action on her part. I put more stock in my reaction to the wagon on her. Several of the bandwagoners turned my stomach

"How do I feel about this . . . early into things, the usual, eh"

plead again for you to move back to the E.A.P. wagon.

I feel like I'm being dragged into some shit that I don't want to be a part of or not part of, but that right now, it's the not part of that's winning 'cause there's something better out there, someplace where I've got to be. Marion is playing like straight scum, her pushes are into nowhere and her comments are bunk.

[Thomas Pynchon]

They stare at each other, one is lying or bluffing or all of the above. It was time for a break in routine, but not in feelings.

Vote ee cummings

[Thomas Pynchon]

V/LA until Tuesday

[Thomas Pynchon]

I'd been away for awhile while the company slowly simmered. Waiting. It was easy though, God was glaring at me for not coming out and explaining myself as much as he'd like . . . . yawning, leaning, drowsily, I told the big man that I voted for Bradley for the reason that he pointed out and that my vote stayed there because of her lurking and doing nothing and I'd still be happy to lynch her, but that I got bored of just sitting there after awhile and put my vote on ee for doing nothing, but still posting.

I'm also very suspicious that Mr Pynchon, while in the midst of controversy in the 48th post, decided not to talk about said controversy.

But it is already light. How long had it been light? The arrival of the paper woke many to an asymmetric attention - Poe escaped the jeers Seuss directed to the Bugle for it's comments. I also think that Mamet's attack on the Bugle based on the suggestion that the Bugle knows his alignment is a massive exaggeration, and similar reasoning, reveals him to be scum, for knowing that there is one scum team. None of this makes me want to run out into the street or warn the others.

[Thomas Pynchon]

On page eight and with just four days to go this party was slowly coming to a stop. It needed a second wind. On the kitchen floor amid a litter of champagne fifths with at least a weak air of townie America about them were David Foster Wallace, Edgar Allan Poe, James Joyce, Lemony Snicket, Charlie Kaufmann, Oscar Wilde, Gregory Williamson, Gertrude Stein, Tommy Wiseau, Jane Austen, EL James, The Daily Bugle, Brian Jacques, God, Rucks. In the living room Shakespeare, Bret Easton Ellis, ee cummings, Marion Zimmer Bradley sat over a speaker, bolted to a waste paper basket, listening to old songs from Southern Italy while loading their guns. Several boring, lazy, do nothings Christopher Marlowe, Moliere, Dr. Seuss, Mark Z. Danielewski sat passed out in chairs, the bathtub and, in one case, the bathroom sink.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Unvote
Vote: Bret Ellis

[Thomas Pynchon]

He'd been conferring anxiously with Varkumian the pimp, whom she knew. She began to make passes.
"…huh, looks like I gotta check out BJ…"
"…coming off of ee cummings, so early, fucking weird…"
"…but that's kinda it, there's definitely better out there…"
"…style over substance, maybe, but he ain't the only offender…"
"…Mark Z, that tree you're barking up..."
"…there ain't a lot a people getting up on it…"
"…tell me man. What are you seeing…"
"…and goddamnit Marlowe, I get you…"
"…your frustration, with the activity…"
"…but sayin' that, on its own, doesn't help…"
"…and God, if you're listening…"
"…yeah, Suess' activity's on par with half the players…"
"…but what about his content…"

[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

[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.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Now Shakespeare had been brought up on underhanded rhetorical devices and illogical arguments. One of the things I've encountered is how mafia are daft for such things.

God, how do you spell omniscient? It's not for me to help you, but I'll give it a shot.

And Joyce, maybe we could

do

that other thing first?

OOC:

Pynchon and Bradley form a vile pair;
Please read the two together for yourselves.

poisoning the well, trying to tie people together before flips.

I'm a big fan of crypticism, but with the power of the printed word, this convoluted mess would make an angel vomit. Explain, expand, and point out the where this happened. (274 is a good beginning, but pointing to the words means more)

Post 70 GW votes for Bradley
Post 83/84, 136 GW encourages votes for Bradley.

Post 80 DFW votes for Poe.
Post 102, 135: DFW encourages votes for Poe

 I, ii 
        
 [Enter] Shakespeare. 
SHAKESPEARE
  'Tis time to work through yonder evidence.
         
 Readeth Thread 
  Sir Williamson beseeches us for votes.
    Now by my troth, were I a murdrous one
  I'd not so purposelessly seek support.
    My colleague Marlowe lacks both wit and harm
  For pressure is a 'vestigative goal
    A paragon Joyce in his strangeness seems;
  His fervor and his efforts like him well.
    But David Foster Wallace is no saint!
  How typically he builds his vote for Poe.
    I sense a mind of real substantial skill.
  I sense this mind intends substantial ill.
      
 Voteth David Foster Wallace

[Exit.]

Cognitive dissonance in his reads on GW and DFW.

The above is a diss guised FOS BUDDY and vote TOWNY.

It is lake shoo tingfish Innabar ale.

VOTE: Spinning Paper

Can we lynch the buddy Shakespeare first?

[Thomas Pynchon]

The walls of the workshop read blood. Graffiti of blood the sunless day, glazing the darkening blood brick. Many talk effectiveness, an American heresy, using Statistics, data so full of meaning as to be useless, but for Pavlovians all was The Zero and The One. A hardon is either there or it isn't. Some think that it's precognition, that I know where they are and what they will do before they do it, and sex might not even enter into it. The Freudians, they think that it's some sort of telekinesis, that with the force of my mind I place the scum to be where they are: that I need to locate the sexual Other, whom I symbolize on my map as a

star,

that anal-sadistic emblem of classroom success. It's the map that spooks them all, the map that I've been keeping on my girls and star falls exactly on Stratford-upon-Avon, La Jolla, California and the dank presses, where the rag, the Spinning Paper is printed.

Unconditioned stimulus = stroking penis with antiseptic cotton swab
Unconditioned response = hardon
Conditioned stimulus = x
Conditioned response = hard one whenever x is present, stroking is no longer necessary, all you need is that x.

Uh, x? well, what's x? That famous "Mystery Stimulus." It's talked about everywhere here. That which scum does - reactionary, defensive play without the intent to find scum.

Ordinarily, the doctor's would have deconditioned me - extinguished the hardon reflex they'd built up - most likely they did. We must realize that extinction can proceed beyond the point of reducing a reflex to zero - a silent extinction beyond the zero.

OOC:
Kaufmann, what's your read on Shakespeare? We're trying to get something going here, I don't think you've ever said what you think of him.

The paper's reactions to the pressure he's received suck, and I'm now down with his lynch.

Suess' play today he just tried to defend himself. He tells James Joyce where to go look for scum, but does nothing himself. His vote is on Snicket, but he does nothing to try to push that. Expect maybe to point out that he might be scum for parking his vote, but why the hell should he have moved it, I don't see a reason.

[Thomas Pynchon]

oh oh sea,
don't prod me.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Poe,

yesterday you were

with

ee, and today with Seuss. We all want to relax and tell tall tales to girls we want to screw, but it's time for you to explain those reads. And

Mark Z

you looked back on Jaques, and saw him as an asshole trying to show his work. Can you look back, more precisely, and say where? I think Rucks makes a good point about Stein, but we'll see what comes of Confucius' look into her.

Losing faith is a complicated business and takes time. There are no epiphanies, no "moments of truth," but, I won't be voting for MZB today. There's an accumulation of small accidents: wagons, reads and an nk, that have brought me to doubt.

The Spinning Paper, a manifestation of Dnubietna's view of history, that it's a "step function." No continuity. I will burn any paper that does not make itself readable.

Nonetheless, lynching Shakespeare would make be happier.

I doubt that Seuss is a Terran since the hammer was far too easy to be picked up and scrutinized and I can't see scum doing that.

I have seen it and I can see it.

ooc: MZB, could you post your case on Austen, with quotes or post references? Evaluating it in it's current form is too annoying.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Vote: Jane Austin

They

couldn't have a gladiator, could they?

[Thomas Pynchon]

Tomorrow. Promise.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Semi-in-character:

Since THE SITUATION involving Dr. Seuss and Jane Austin has resolved, I have been reviewing the information. I am only at page eight and will attempt to finish tomorrow or Monday. Poe is very likely to be town be town because of his confrontations with Austen. Moliere, the former occupant of Confucius' room, provided an additional reason to vote for Austen, and is somewhat more likely to be town for throwing heat onto that fire. Snicket continues to be a town read, now for his defense of Seuss; I'm not sure he would have done that, working against his buddy Austen. I do not think that Wiseau's vote on Austen is bussing; although, I am still annoyed with Spinning Paper, I'm inclined to look elsewhere. The actions of Austen partially suggest that E. L. James is less likely to be scum because of Austen's attack on Mamet.

Now, let's get into the dirt. Rucks' 143 calls his allegiances into question. They were both made during the initial wagon on Austen. In 147, he says that Poe and Austen's fight felt like two innocent people going at each other's throats, and then turned around and said that both Austen and Poe are scummy. Now, first off, this somewhat contradicts his previous comment, but just as importantly, he's making sure to both defend Austen but also attack her a little to keep all his bases covered. If you look at the posts that Rucks made just following this he strikes out in many directions: Ellis, Snicket, Marlowe and weakly at Mark and Tommy, curiously he does this while softly defending the Bugle, who was a scum read before. The timing of God's 165, coming during the Austen wagon is also slightly suspicious. In that post God strikes at Me, Snicket, Marlowe and Shakespeare.

There is more to do.

[Thomas Pynchon]

V/LA until Monday

[Thomas Pynchon]

I read through Rucks' ISO, and I believe Pynchon must have misinterpreted #143, as Rucks does not call the two of them criminals.

Indeed, I did; missed the "he says."

[Thomas Pynchon]

The gathering of the crowds of people paid attention to Austen or who Austen paid attention to makes me want to put a bunch of people on the back burner, for awhile, to simplify things, so it pretty much comes down to Shaft, Shakespeare, Joyce, Williamson, Phelps, God and Rucks. I've got to grip on

something[/b]. Rucks is okay in my books. God, I'm iffy on after Austen's flip, it's just about his timing. Joyce's lapse of reason in doubting Seuss is for that moment is shocking, and the wifom of it is enough for me to want to lynch her. Shakespeare could easily be scum, and the others, the others (Phelps, Shaft, Williamson) I have to get to, soon.

You know, how much you want to, how much you fear to, that you can't contain the impulse.

Vote: James Joyce

[Thomas Pynchon]

Sometime it seems as though it's the path that's guiding us, and while I can see what Wilde is getting at, I think that the probability that path will lead us where we want to go is too small for us to start off on it today.

Phelps, the thing is that you didn't pay attention to her.

[Thomas Pynchon]

It was not my intention to cast doubt on Seuss. I just don't think that it is at all likely that scum would have a gladiator role, so I voted for Austen. God, what's your take on Joyce.

[Thomas Pynchon]

This had been at the Clongowes or perhaps Belvedere, where he excelled as a student. James Joyce knows well that for Seuss to be a gladiator and scum, is unlikely, so unlikely, that his vote for him in that instant, requires justification, much more than simply her belief that Jane was town. Should one not accept her excuse of drunkenness for her action, one is left only with the explanation that it was too create wifom

for surely no scum would not vote a buddy in that situation.

Now, MZB, I said almost as much in my post where I voted for Joyce, and yet you question me about it, not just once, but again, before I'd even posted, acting as though I was somehow dodging your question. Why? Why the impatience?

Joyce asked for the flipped mafia to be recolored and Phelps says it's a town-tell. It's not. It's null. One the one hand she could just be town, asking for the mafia to be recolored, which I can see, but Joyce knows better than this, that the colors of flips are intentional, so when he sees this, as town, I think that it is much more likely that he simply makes that observation, rather than asks for the color to be changed, and as scum, I can see him trying to fabricate a town tell by asking this question.

To Mark, do you believe that Phelps is bussing Shakespeare? Do you care if this a possibility?

[Thomas Pynchon]

Shakespeare! mulled with the HAMMERS of Hell!

Vote: Shakespeare

[Thomas Pynchon]

I need to develop my thoughts on this game. After a review of THE SITUATION, I understand the suspicion on Snicket and Wilde. Stein has been scummy for awhile, and will probably need to be lynched at some point.

Kaufmann, why is God pretty much confirmed town?

[Thomas Pynchon]

Out of character, since I am away from home with no books to consult, but I might manage to not end up completely myself.

I don't think that Confucius and Wilde are counter-claiming each other, but I am worried by the closeness of their roles, though they remain a definite distance apart. It's a situation, that may be illuminated by the moonlight. I did not think that either was scum before this.

Stein dies. If you need a reason the reactionary and thoughtless nature of 552 should

do

the

trick

.

Vote: Gerturude Stein

[Thomas Pynchon]

Vote: Lemony Snicket

[Thomas Pynchon]

hey God, tell me about those quotes, why they make Wilde scum?

Vote: Lemony Snicknet

Same reason as yesteday, in case it wasn't clear, seeing what comes of the Paper's soft-claim.

[Thomas Pynchon]

God, I get it, I think.

Vote: Oscar Wilde

Why kill Bradley, unless you know she's a doc?

[Thomas Pynchon]

Fair enough.

Vote Lemony Snicket

[Thomas Pynchon]

Kid was curious what Thomas, himself, thought about Snicket. Take the paper out of it, how do you feel then?

After that claim - scum, scum, scum.
Before the claim, without the paper, bleh, I'd probably have said probably town.

Notice you didn't say peep about the claim though. Whatchathinkin' Rucks?

[Thomas Pynchon]

The SITUATION is foggy. We could be in either 8-2-2 or 10-1-1. To be in 10-1-1 means that we have a scum fruit vendor, well almost means . . . We have fruit vendor who didn't hand something out last night, on a night when there were two kills. To believe that he is town, is to believe that he was role-blocked, that scum can kill and role-block in the same night, and that they'd have used the role-block on him. This seems rather unlikely, but it certainly falls between the zero and the one. Nonetheless, I am sure that Hogan is an acceptable lynch.

Untangling the player list a task that will need to be undertaken with great care. For now relying on guts and memory and thinking about claims, I would not vote for Charlie Kaufmann, Spinning Paper,Mark Z. Danielewski. Also:

Spoiler: spoiler

Poe 115 means Poe is not orange.

Snicket 156 probably didn't unvote Austen to bus Poe, so Poe's not purple.

God 165 - attacking Snicket and Shakespeare. He's probably not purple.

God 215 - Prob not orange.

Shakespeare 424 prob. not bussing.

Same with Joyce 428.

Shaft isn't orange cause of how he attacked Joyce.

I doubt Joyce is bussing Phelps in 544.

I'm getting lazy now. If you want me to justify something, I'll do it.

So with this I am left thinking that the orange scum lies in Oscar Wilde, Rucks, EL James; while the purple scum lies in Shaft, EL James, Rucks, Hulk Hogan. I could be persuaded to vote for Hogan today, but

Vote EL James

[Thomas Pynchon]

Men of science, may be but the simple tools of others, with no more idea of what they are about, than a hammer knows of a hogan, but I'm willing to wait.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Vote: Hulk Hogan

[Thomas Pynchon]

Vote T. S. Eliot

I am a VT.

[Thomas Pynchon]

Oops

Vote: T.S. Eliot.

That's it was me should have been pretty obvious. I've had the same sig in my main for a pretty long time.