Mini 49 TRATEOTU GAME OVER (Panic.)

[Werebear]

Greetings, and welcome to the ruin that used to be Milliway's, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe!

GAME OVER - Town wins!

Mostly Alive, And Ready To Party:

mathcam
Dourgrim
Kerplunk

Not Partying Anymore

The Universe (R.I.P)
Foolster41 - The Waiter - mafia, lynched day 1
jadesmar - Dish of the Day - mafia, suicided to take out two diners, one by choice (Darkblade), one at random (mith) night 2
Darkblade - Zarniwoop - town, Killed by the Mafia night 2
mith - Zaphod Beeblebrox - town, Killed by the Mafia night 2
shelper - Ford Prefect - town, Killed by the Mafia night 2
PolarBoy - Hotblack's bodyguard - town, stoated to death day 2
Orbiting - Hotblack Desiato, killed night1 by the mafia, nights 2 and 3 by the mod.
bane221 - Arthur Dent, town, killed night 2, er, night 3, er, night 2, er, night 3.. oh hell, killed by the Bodyguard
Nobody - lynched day 3. Gruesome, isn't it.
Nobody - killed night 4 hidously.
Leonidas - Max Quordlepleen, mafia GF, lynched day 4

All quotations from

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

, and other quotes from the

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

trilogy are copyright Douglas N. Adams. Anyone who hasn't read his books should be paddled severely before being forced to go buy them.

[Werebear]

Rules, blatently stolen from MeMe:

• DON'T PANIC
  
  
• "Nights" (when the lights go out in Milliway's) will last around 3 RL days. The deadline will be posted. If you need an extension, just tell me, I might need one someday myself.
  
• Days will last as long as they need to. If discussion lags, I will impose a deadline. If discussion picks up, the deadline will be rescinded. Aren't I the nice one??? (the correct answer is...
  YES
  )
  
• Votes
  must be in bold. If you do not bold your vote, it will not be counted. If you are not counted, you do not exist.
  
• Once a player has reached the necessary majority to lynch, the day is over. Unvoting them will not save their life.
  
• No lynches are allowed, they require the same votes as a lynch.
  
• The game is not to be discussed outside of the thread unless your role specifically states that you may do so. You button you lip, or I button it for ya.
  
• Once your death scene has been posted, unless you're not dead, you’re dead. You will be told if you're not dead.
  
• Don’t edit/delete previously submitted posts. No matter what stupid thing you've done. Why can't you just THINK? I mean, come on!
  
• Don’t quote any PMs from me, lest I change your role to swamping the bogs of Milliway's.
  
• If you have a night choice to make, it is due by the posted deadline. The first time you miss a deadline, no choice will be made. The second time you miss a deadline, I will make a choice for you. This usually involves you walking up to the ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Trall and tweaking his nose.
  
• If you're going to be gone any amount of time, let everyone know
  
• The mod is god. Any mistakes such as inaccurate vote counts are
  obviously
  YOUR mistake. Please point out your mistakes so I can correct them. And if I ask you to eat play-doh, you say "WHAT COLOR, MOD!". Sacrifices of small woodland animals accepted.

[Werebear]

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

The story so far:

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. Many races believe that it was created by some sort of God, though the Jatravartid people of Viltvodle VI believe that the entire Universe was in fact sneezed out of the nose of a being called the Great Green Arkleseizure. The Jatravartids, who live in perpetual fear of the time they call The Coming of The Great White Handkerchief, are small blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are therefore unique in being the only race in history to have invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel. However, the Great Green Arkleseizure Theory is not widely accepted outside Viltvodle VI and so, the Universe being the puzzling place it is, other explanations are constantly being sought. For instance, a race of hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings once built themselves a gigantic supercomputer called Deep Thought to calculate once and for all the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer was in fact Forty-two --- and so another, even bigger, computer had to be built to find out what the actual question was. And this computer, which was called the Earth, was so large that it was frequently mistaken for a planet --- especially by the strange ape-like beings who roamed its surface, totally unaware that they were simply part of a gigantic computer program. And this is very odd, because without that fairly simple and obvious piece of knowledge, nothing that ever happened on the Earth could possibly make the slightest bit of sense. Sadly however, just before the critical moment of readout, the Earth was unexpectedly demolished by the Vogons to make way --- so they claimed --- for a new hyperspace bypass, and so all hope of discovering a meaning for life was lost forever.

Or so it would seem.

Two of these strange, ape-like creatures survived.
Arthur Dent escaped at the very last moment because an old friend of his, Ford Prefect, suddenly turned out to be from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he had hitherto claimed; and, more to the point, he knew how to hitch rides on flying saucers. Tricia McMillian --- or Trillian --- had skipped the planet six months earlier with Zaphod Beeblebrox, the then President of the Galaxy. Two survivors. They are all that remains of the greatest experiment ever conducted --- to find the Ultimate Question and the Ultimate Answer of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

That is not what this story is about at all.

It is, however, the story of the Ultimate Question to the Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything... indirectly, much the way a Coney Island Hot is related to a dachshund merchant in Berlin. A short span ago, a Galactic President by the name of Yooden Vranx made a startling discovery. Being Galactic President, the ultimate power in the universe - meant nothing. Not 'nothing' like when you ask your wife what's wrong, and she says 'nothing', but means 'something'... nothing as in nothing. A cipher. A figurehead. A distraction from the real power, the person in the shadows with the REAL ultimate power, the ultimate power that MEANT something. Yooden was concerned that the universe was being mis-managed, so he assembled his close friends - Zarniwoop, Roosta, and Zaphod Beeblebrox IV among others to craft a plan to find this well-protected power.

Luckily, while they were crafting a plan, someone else was planning a craft - the Heart of Gold, the most amazing ship in the universe, with in infinite improbability drive. All Yooden had to do was steal the ship, then find the man who runs the universe. A very, very, very, simple plan. However, sometimes the universe hates simple plans, and steps in to make sure they're not TOO simple. Yooden dying took care of the simplicity of the plan very neatly indeed. Only the Galactic President could get away with stealing the ship, and anyone who applied would be scanned to prevent exactly that. This is when young Zaphod Beeblebrox was lured into the conspiracy. A little brain alteration, all the tricky plots and schemes hidden, locked in his brains, and the election was easy. Zaphod was one of the best presidents ever. This plan looked simple also, not as simple as the first one, but fairly simple. The universe hated this simple plan too, and appeared to be plotting against it.

Zaphod wasn't following the order of his former self, the beings whose job it was to protect the secret of who ran the universe was trying to kill them, and now Eddie the Computer has sent the whole party somewhere to eat... that somewhere being Milliway’s, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Will the party escape? Will they find the man who runs the Universe? Will they have a bite to eat first? Will this post ever end?

[Werebear]

A tall, thin, gangling figure suddenly springs on the stage and addresses the assorted audience.

“The Universe as we know it has now been in existence for over one hundred and seventy thousand million billion years and will be ending in a little over half an hour. So, welcome one and all to Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe!"

The vast golden dome above them began very very slowly to dim, to darken, to fade.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he breathed, "the candles are lit, the band plays softly, and as the force-shielded dome above us fades into transparency, revealing a dark and sullen sky hung heavy with the ancient light of livid swollen stars, I can see we're all in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse!"

"Every half hour, we will turn the lights completely off for 10 minutes for you to enjoy the utter destruction. It will be just like night, won't it? The last night of the universe, and we're all partying at the wake!

Suddenly, the soft tootling of the band faded away as stunned shock descended on all those who had not seen this sight before. A monstrous, grisly light poured in on them, a hideous light, a boiling, pestilential light, a light that would have disfigured hell. The Universe was coming to an end.

For a few interminable seconds the Restaurant span silently through the raging void. Then Max spoke again. "For those of you who ever hoped to see the light at the end of the tunnel," he said, "this is it."

The band struck up again.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," cried Max, "I'll be back with you again in just a moment, and meanwhile I leave you in the very capable hands of Mr Reg Nullify and his cataclysmic Combo. Big hand please ladies and gentlemen for Reg and the boys!"

The baleful turmoil of the skies continued.

You find yourself, blearily, in the restaurant, seated at a single table. A single table, of course, means it's 1/10 the size of a table for four - you have to put the pepperpot on the floor to actually get a plate on it. You remember who you are, but are having trouble with remember little petty things, like who your friends are, what they look like, and who would love to have your head on a plate. Must be the time-lag. The ones out to get you aren't going to move openly, but you find a card on your table saying "When the lights are on, let's get rid of the ones after us." But... who are they? And what do they have planned for the 10-minute intervals the lights are off? The last thing you think to yourself, of course, is "Where's my drink?". A natural reaction for any sentinent being.

[Werebear]

Everyone has read their PM, so I consider that confirmed. As a matter of fact, I have almost all the night choices... I'm setting the deadline for Monday at Noon for Day 1, yes, I know it should be Sunday, but I want to make sure everyone has a chance to think things through. If I get all the choices in beforehand, then I will start the day earlier.

And please try the cheesy crackers, they're a delicacy on Golgafrincham.

[Dourgrim]

I will be gone from now until Thursday afternoon (read here for slightly more info).

[Werebear]

The lights go out. The hellfires of the apocalypse are the only light, and the various weed extracts being smoked by the company present give more real light than the skies at this point. There are scuffling noises, and a few major crashes to jar the awe-inspring spectacle before you... it seems like only moments have gone by before the lights come back on. The restaurant, formerly pristine, looks different. Small flaws in the lush opulance clash alarmingly... the most alarming of these is a steak knife planted in the person at a table code-marked "Orbiting". A being examines the victim, and gasps at recognizing Hotblack Desiato, famed singer in the group "Disaster Area". The unknown being proclaims Hotblack dead, but adds that Hotblack has been dead for six months for tax purposes. The crowd smiles and moves back to their seats, content that nothing has happened. But you know better. The first move has been made.

Orbiting, better known as Hotblack Desiato, is dead, well, was dead, but is really now, more than she was before the lights went out, but not really dead yet, we think.

(Orbiting at the moment can still talk and vote. Each night I check to see how dead she is. BTW, Orbiting, you're right, people love killing you night 1)

[Orbiting]

Hey you were right, Werebear, this board is a *lot* like the GL... <G>

Anyway. I get targeted night 1 on the GL, I get targeted on night 1 here... and, um, mith sucks on the GL, therefore....

vote: mith

.

[mathcam]

Really, it's not a horrible theory. Personally, I feel there's often a stigma against killing newbies the first night. I, and probably most pure-scummers would have thought Orbiting was a newbie because we didn't know he played on GL. Leo plays on GL, right?

Vote: Leonidas

Cam

[Werebear]

I gots posts! I gots posts! The mafia, it's alive! ALIVE!!! Well, except for Orbiting, but she was dead before the game started. Hey, that's a new record - Orbiting, dead the moment she got her role.

[Leonidas]

Leo plays on the GL, right?

Yes, mathcam. But Mith, Mith...

Um, Mith

sucks

on the GL.

I'm sure you see the difference.

vote: Mith

[shelper]

Im sorry, GL?
Sometimes i really wish these boards had a F.A.Q.

[Kerplunk]

GL = greylabyrinth.com, they also play mafia there.
I don't know who plays at GL and who doesn't, it's an interesting theory though.

vote: Foolster42

, err...I mean

Foolster41

. (random)

[Foolster41]

Hi all! I'll random

vote: dourgrim

[jasonpingpong]

im gonna use a little thing called begginers luck and go with

Vote: Bane221

for being the first alphabetically. If anyone has any reason to seriously suspect someone plz speak up and ill change.

[mathcam]

Well, I think both and Orbiting and I have provided (the same) argument for lynching in a subset of people, and it's an argument which I feel is better than random. Take that how you will.

Cam

[mith]

It's also an argument which is moronic. Particularly seeing how I don't even play Mafia on the GL, and have no qualms with killing newbies night one (I kill randomly, or, more commonly, make other scum choose). Not an argument that I'm innocent, but that's a really stupid reason to lynch someone.

I'll throw out a

vote: mathcam

just to discourage out-of-game reasoning, particularly Crap out-of-game reasoning.

[mathcam]

Whether or not

you

do one thing is irrelevant...the question is here is the tendency among players, and I remain convinced that players have more of a tendency to kill/protect/investigate players they know than players they don't. Also, I never said you played mafia on the GL...perhaps you're talking to someone else.

Mith, what

do

you think is an appropriate strategy day one? According to you,
- Role-claiming is stupid.
- Forcing role-claims are stupid.
- Out-of-game reasoning is stupid.
- No lynch is stupid.

Barring a cop coming out with information on day one, what is a player to do on day one? We're not in an IRL setting, so we can't look into each other's eyes and find the truth there. You're perfectly content with random votes, yet any

attempt

at doing better is mocked.

Cam

[PolarBoy]

SO is hotblack dead? Or is this one of those "wioll haven" sort of things? The disaster area fans for should have been so dissapointed at there next concert a billion years ago.

I'm not sure about this "experienced player" thing. Mith's defense is...iffy. I think I'll just pick a random number from 1 to 42-er 10-and use that to

Random Vote: Leonidas

[bane221]

Well since little to no evidence has surfaced yet I'll go with random...

Random Vote: Kerplunk

[mith]

Whether or not you do one thing is irrelevant...

Not if I have two votes based on it!

the question is here is the tendency among players, and I remain convinced that players have more of a tendency to kill/protect/investigate players they know than players they don't.

Maybe some do. Maybe they don't. Let's look at some facts, shall we? If we're going to look at out of game things anyway.

Mini 1 - cubestudent (not from GL, unlike the Mafia)
Mini 2 - mith (could back your theory, except one of the Mafia accidentally told me they were Mafia, forgetting I was in the game, so they had to kill me)
Mini 3 - SK, Polotet (SK fairly well known I suppose, I don't think Polotet was well known to Mentat)
Mini 4 - Polotet (again, not from GL, unlike the Mafia)
Mini 6 - mith (backs up your claim, it was IS)
Mini 7 - Puddn'head Wilson (newbie)
Mini 8 - MiriYami, quercitron (I don't think either was particularly well known to Sooth (SK), MiriYami I'm unsure of)
Mini 9 - Polotet (apparently a popular first night kill, but again, not the most well known IMO, compared to IS and Mackay, for example)
Mini 10 - Big Fella (newbie, I think, not very well known either way)
Mini 11 - verge_of_taboo, Corsato (no, yes)
Mini 12 - Glpenguin (no)
Mini 13 - jesternl (sorta in-between, really, but none of the Mafia were GLers, so I'd tend toward less-well-known to them)

Bored now.

My point? I think you're wrong. *~shrug~* I don't think many people do kill like that, and I think there are a similar number that kill unknowns.

Also, I never said you played mafia on the GL...perhaps you're talking to someone else.

I was talking to Orbiting and Leo, who are actually voting for me, but you obviously saw that that was her theory was "mith is on the GL, I get killed there, vote mith", and took it to the next step of "Leo *plays* on the GL, right? vote: Leo". Seems kinda assumed that I play too, since you were agreeing with her theory. Perhaps you wanted to avoid bandwagoning too early, I dunno.

- Role-claiming is stupid.
- Forcing role-claims are stupid.

On their own, yes. A role-claim as a last defense is fine, as is "well, prove it if you're innocent, you're about to die". The problem I have is that it gets taken to the extreme of "Ok, he gave a role-claim, it may not be plausible at all, but let's jump on someone else anyway! Whee."

Out-of-game reasoning is stupid.

I don't think *all* out-of-game reasoning is stupid. I believe it's against the spirit of the game. But I think it's clear that I don't think it's all unfounded, since I specified between the ordinary version, and the Crap version.

- No lynch is stupid.

Yes.

And, frankly, if you have played Mafia this long without figuring out an alternative to those four things... play some more, or something. There's the random voting, people start talking, say stuff in odd ways, start bandwagoning (maybe too early, maybe they avoid it for too long), see if anyone comes out with any information, contradictions, etc., see who comes up with a bizarre/silly first day strategy that they're *sure* is better than what we've been doing all along, which they see only as random, but which has way more to it that they should've picked up on by now...

It's a psychological game. If you have to rely so much on role claims and out-of-game stuff, why play? I'd rather rely on my instincts and be wrong some times than rely on something else and... still be wrong some times.

Maybe if we all played perfectly, we would need such things just to avoid random all the time, but last I checked, we don't.

We're not in an IRL setting, so we can't look into each other's eyes and find the truth there.

Speech patterns are the equivalent. Sure, they aren't as obvious, but they're there.

You're perfectly content with random votes, yet any attempt at doing better is mocked.

I've seen this argument so many times, it's just so silly and completely unfounded. Please tell me, when have I ever said that I was content with random votes? I rarely vote randomly myself. Where on earth do you get the idea that I am happy with random votes, *which is not the only way people play on the first day*? I know I bash your ideas alot, but that's because *I don't agree with them*. If you *do* come up with another valid first day strategy, sure, go for it. But I reserve the right to call things moronic when I see them that way, and trying to make my stance out to something it isn't just convinces me you're actually suspicious.

La, la, la, etc.

[jasonpingpong]

Unvote

Mith no offense but you have successfully confused me. I just see that we accuse everyone but noone defends themself with a page long oration. It just seems out of the ordinary.

Vote: Mith

[mith]

You've obviously never seen my play.

Welcome to mafiascum.net.

[shelper]

I honestly have no clue.

vote: darkblade

For no other reason that he has not posted yet. *shrugs*

[Werebear]

THE FIRST AND POSSIBLY ONLY ACCURATE VOTE COUNT OF THE GAME

Mith -

3

(Orbiting, Leonidas, jasonpingpong)
Leonidas -

2

(mathcam, Polarboy)
Foolster41 -

1

(Kerplunk)
Dourgrim -

1

(Foolster41)
mathcam -

1

(mith)
Kerplunk -

1

(bane221)
Darkblade -

1

(shelper)

Not Voting - Dourgrim, Darkblade