Author Mafia - Game Over!

[T S Eliot]

I quite failed to anticipate our awakening upon my departure; therefore, let me be succinct:
[They will say: but how he neglects his poetry!]
My thoughts before the morn were on Ms. Stein,
That noisy Phelps fellow, and "Shaft" besides.
But before me now the conversation falls:
A drunkard's last breaths, and chuckles spread from one to all.

Initially I should have been more inclined to leave him for disposal by the horrors in attendance, preferring to remain with my original thoughts; however, in light of such an egregious slip, I do not appear to have a choice in the matter: Joyce is quite likely a villain, and therefore I can wish nothing more than his death.

Vote: Mr. Joyce

I do intend, however, to remind those others here that there is a definitive need to continue hunting, for who knows how many of the dread villains remain?

In light of this, I must ask:

Ms. Stein:

Do you dare
Disturb the game with lies?
Is your play just wicked-seeming
For some reasons? Or for treason
Which we truly would despise?
And how do you explain?

Perhaps I shall have time for more elaboration in a few short hours. For now, I must get my anthology in proper shape to send to my good friend and editor.

[T S Eliot]

I can say merely that I find Ms. Stein deserving of our utmost suspicion.

Vote: Stein

_{OOC: LA til Wednesday or Thursday.}

[T S Eliot]

I must agree with Mr. Danielewski on the subject of doctor claiming.
Mr. Wilde, what do you have to say?
Will you live, or die?
Do you know nothing?
Do you see nothing?
Do you remember

Nothing?

I remember: I would vote to lynch Ms. Stein.

Are you Town, or not?
Is there nothing in your head?


Ms. Stein,

wo weilest du

?¹
Waiting, I grow old.


Mr. Hogan, Mr. Kaufman.
I believe this man can say it better and more succinctly than even my dear friend Ezra Pound.


What shall I do now? What shall I do?
My vote on Ms. Stein most certainly must stand.
What shall I do tomorrow? What shall I ever do?
Voting Mr. Wilde seems the obvious choice then.


OOC: Confucius seems to be Town, judging by that last post. Will read up on Poe later as well - perhaps the terrifying Ms. James is on to something there, strange as it seems.

1. From

Tristan und Isolde

, "Where do you linger?"

[T S Eliot]

Mr. Wilde, are you obfuscating?

OOC: Apologies, must be V/LA til Monday. Hopefully I will be able to get actual posts in during that stretch.

[T S Eliot]

^{OOC: spoiler tags for anti-wall reasons}

Spoiler: I. Mr. Shaft

_{(formerly known as a Mr. Marlowe)}

Marlowe was a great man, for his time,
Though his thoughts on Austen were poorly rhymed
And a possible defense she failed to take;
Let us think, through certain half-unthought-of routes,
The steps of could-be louts-
But then we must move on to Mr. Shaft
Who looked upon the proceedings and laughed:
His routes follow like a Townish argument
Of only good intent
To lead us to the overwhelming questions...
(A slight chance says he's yellow,
But I do quite like this fellow.)

In the game the players come and go
Calling him Town as players go.

Spoiler: II. Mr. Pynchon

Among the smoke and fog of a Large Theme Mafia game,
We see players arrange themselves - as they all seem to do -
With 'This one's Town, and that one should be too';
There are those who see these things the same,
And Thomas Pynchon has at times been one of these,
As this is so, then why in heaven's name
This sudden switch in votes to Lemony?

-And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and our own curiosity,
But has he?
He is more Town than some.

Spoiler: III. Mr. Poe

The game begins to settle down
With smell of Scum on lynching days.
Poe is Town.
In his writing 'tis no malaise.
And now his suspect feelings show
A certain flow
Of consciousness that can't be false
And I agree with all besides;
His only faults
Are sometimes too much time he bides,
And round questions his sometime waltz
Could one day come to bring him down.

Despite all that, I still say Town.

Spoiler: IV. Mr. Confucius

_{(formerly known as a Mr. Moliere)}

My greatest read:
Among the players' open minds
Held together through common reads,
Whispering nagging doubts
Dissolve thoughts of civility
And all its clear advantages,
Its precisions and decisions.
Every player that I've passed
Supersedes the bar set for Scum,
And through the post-restriction haze
Confucius shakes with questioning
As a Town man shaking every living one.

Spoiler: V. Mr. Snicket

They are rattling the bars on his windows,
And along the trampled edges of his arguments
I am aware of some certain otherness
Sprouting despondently throughout the game.

The waves of opinion toss up to me
Twisted quotes of his from the bottom of days,
And tear from me, a player through and through,
An aimless Null opinion that hovers in the air
And vanishes in the sea of other players.

Spoiler: VI. Mr. Kaufmann

Mr. Charlie Kaufmann is an incredible nuisance,
And lives simply to create nonsensical plays.
Nevertheless I always find myself laughing
And agreeing sometimes, to the point where I must think
Mr. Charlie Kaufmann is somewhat Town.

Spoiler: VII. Mr. Wilde

Mr. Oscar Wilde
Tried to pull his punches and broke himself,
Cried out pulling punches and broke himself-
His rather scummy self-
Pulling unjustified punches on those
Who would punch back.

Mr. Oscar Wilde spoke
And acted the Townish lad-
And the others were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was Town.

Until the newest day dawned and he stuck his foot into his mouth.

Spoiler: VIII. Dr. Seuss

When Dr. Seuss began his gladiatorial battle,
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of others who had gambitted before him.
In this palace of MafiaScum, at Mr. Lovecraft's writing treatises
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
His laughter was profound
And made me wonder
Whether he was Town after all.

I hold an outside chance of his being purple, but I do not think it likely.

Spoiler: IX. Ms. Stein

As she posted I was aware of becoming suspicious of her, until that suspicion was all I could see of her. I was drawn in by her inanity, inhaled at each momentary pretension of Townishness, lost finally in the lack of anything Town about her, bruised by the lack of a lynch on her yesterday. The other players with firm hands tend to agree with me, saying: 'If she's Town, I'll eat my hat, if she's Town I'll eat my hat...' I decided that if her utter scumminess could be stopped, some fragments of the game might be collected, and I concentrated my attention without subtlety to her end.

Spoiler: X. The Spinning Paper

_{(formerly known as a Mr. Wiseau)}

The writers of The Spinning Paper
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.

And I say, 'Other players, here is an example of a likely Scum.'

Spoiler: XI. Ms. James

_{(formerly known as a Mr. Mamet)}

Mamet was not the most Town of the bunch-
Ms. James is terrifying to behold-
But believe, believe that there is no real evidence on her-
Look into her ISO with a pained surprise-
Fling her to the ground and turn
With resentment in your eyes
But believe, believe that there is no real evidence on her.

Spoiler: XII. Mr. Hogan

_{(formerly known as a Mr. Phelps, who was formerly known as a Mr. Jacques)}

Here he is, a new man in a large game,
Being more useful than before.
He was neither on the bad side
Nor on the good side
Nor fluffing nor lurking,
Bitten by a character
Now forgot.
He is slight Town,
A dull read in a helpful place.

_{OOC: I'm tired, so these last four are not in character. I may redo them at another time.}

Spoiler: XIII. God

He says quite a bit.
However, I am unsure about him.

Spoiler: XIV. Mr. Danielewski

He is Town. So Town.

Spoiler: XV. Ms. Bradley

A little scummy based on early days, but she seems kinda Town at the moment.

Spoiler: XVI. Mr. Rucks

Where did he go?
He looked Town when he was here though.

[T S Eliot]

Mr. Wilde still looks quite wicked; however, upon further contemplation, the best lynch for today does indeed appear to be Mr. Snicket.

I must say I disagree with Mr. Danielewski on the simplicity of aforementioned deduction. Plenty of players are or have been suspected by several others.

That said, Wilde is not that great a fool; if Mafia he is, he did not target Ms. Bradley.

Vote: Mr. Snicket

[T S Eliot]

Mr. Poe, your case rubs me the wrong way. I must protest that though Mr. Snicket's constant cries of Mr. Hogan's innocence are certainly suspicious, Mr. Hogan himself is not. He has done nothing particularly worthy of suspicions thus far.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Poe, you have done more outright suspicious things than he has.

P-Edit: What Mr. Danielewski said.

[T S Eliot]

I must say I see Mr. Shaft and Mr. Danielewski as Town, and have done for some while.
I have some choice words for another, however.

Mr. Poe, you certainly ask quite a lot of questions. Why should you then fail to answer such? I have read your works all up and down for an answer, but unfortunately I did not see a single one.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?

I do, and this of course
Means Mr. Poe might answer this-
Or multiply suspiciousness.

Vote: Mr. Poe

[T S Eliot]

OOC: Hold up, folks. I did indeed kill God, but not as Scum. Oh, no.

I'm a 2-Shot Vig.

Idiots.

I'm looking hard at Kaufman, but

Vote: Poe