Apologies for sitting on this post, but I didn’t want to make it during the middle of the night, and you’ll see why. Writeup hasn’t been posted yet but I’m pretty sure it’s close enough to the deadline that it won’t affect people’s actions, and I need to duck into a meeting.
I can’t believe so many people seem to be taking Night 1’s events at face value. My take on the whole AC/Chief stuff through the night:
There might be layers upon layers of yomi with AC. Obviously what he did was intended to get <PW> to reveal himself. It would be a good civ play to nab a potential mafia, for sure. He could also have been a demon going through that same thought process, knowing that the smarter players would see through it and think he was a civ. The side benefit there? He gets trusted as a civ, but also could get <PW> to reveal himself, thereby adding another mafia. AC is someone who I believe is capable of taking the yomi that deep.
Imagine you’re a demon, and a civ does what AC did. You want <PW> not to reveal himself to AC, but to you instead. You need some way to signal <PW> to do that. One good way? Out the plan, “transparently.” People (like Saitsu, PW, and DG) will jump on you for outing the plan, for doing what a demon would do. There’s that signal I was talking about. It comes as a great risk to the “outer,” but with the potential benefit of getting <PW>. If you were the demon team, who would you pick to sacrifice yourself in this way? How about a player who probably won’t live long in this game anyway, due to his reputation as a power player? That’s Chief.
Plug your Jesus Toasters in. There’s a chance AC and Chief are both mafia. They set up the whole menagerie of points 1 and 2 knowing that if one of them dies, the other will be trusted. A sneaky and risky play, but… those are two players whom I deem capable of such trickery. In this scenario, one of them would almost certainly die soon, but it’s also likely they get <PW>, making it a wash.
If either Chief or AC outs a name today, that name goes down–I don’t consider #3 all that likely, and even if it is, they know they’d get nailed next if they give a false name. If we don’t get a name, we can theorize more. Also, people who should know better but took the events at face value last night are suspect to me.
Night 1: Shut Him Up
Location: Caesar’s Palace, Las Vegas, NV
Spooky’s streaming gear, surprising still intact after the fire, was turned into a makeshift confessional booth. The hard drive was almost full, due to a lot of footage of Fanatiq, Chris G, and company being killed.
“Those fucking idiots,” Augustus spoke into the webcam. “I knew that RadicalFuzz knew something all along. I knew this because I’m awesome~!”
A little while later…
“This situation is absolutely stupid,” The Chief said into the webcam. “We’re driven to kill each other for real now. This obsession with mafia has gone too far. But now, I have to right the course. Starting right now.”
With that, he stood up, carrying a notebook, and began patrolling the Palace.
Two of the survivors sat in the bathroom, with a couple of joints from orochizoolander’s stash. A little bit of chronic was about the only way to survive the traumatizing situation that they found themselves in, they rationalized.
“Dude, this is some good shit,” they agreed. Certainly it had to be the reason that orochizoolander spent the games oblivious to what was happening.
“Yeah man. This is the life. And now, with all this going on, I’ve finally found you.”
“Huh?”
“I’m ready to join. My body is ready.”
“What?! What in blue hell are you talking about?”
“Um…it’s not gay if we watch each other masturbate in here, right?”
“Uh…maybe? I don’t know. Thanks for gaying up 4:20, creep.”
And with that, one stood up and left the bathroom, leaving the other sitting there, acting confused.
“What? What did I say?”
The door closed.
Dammit, he thought. He wasn’t possessed. I need a better wicca spell to help me find the demons.
He had to help someone. For some reason, he felt the strength of a thousand male nurses rising up in him. He knew someone would be dying tonight. It wouldn’t be mafia without a kill from the manifestors tonight.
He prepared his rubber gloves and began to head out of his room.
Wait, he thought to himself. My first aid kit.
He searched all over and found nothing. Yet, he knew it was there. He had scrounged up the supplies himself while everyone else was finding food. He had placed it somewhere only he would’ve known to look.
Yet it was gone. Someone knew his plans. Someone knew his intentions.
And someone had deliberately hidden it. There would be no protecting he could do tonight.
“I know who you are,” he said, brandishing a gun.
“…” his target said.
“And I know what you’re going to do if I don’t kill you right now.”
“…”
“WELL, GO AHEAD AND MANIFEST, YOU WINGED SPAWN OF SATAN!” he exclaimed as he pressed the gun to Oerba’s temple. “OR I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!”
“…I have nothing to manifest. Go ahead and kill me, if you–”
He didn’t wait for him to finish his statement before he blew his brains up against Oerba’s Blue Badger.
After a long, exhausting night of searching, The Chief laid down to sleep. It just might be ok…
But he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. With no one to talk to, he felt empty. But he had to sleep. He had to.
That’s when he heard the voice, the alluring voice.
“Chief,” it said. “Come out to play…”
He didn’t want to move. He was sure it was a trap, but yet he couldn’t control himself.
He moved toward the conference hall. There, he found Bailey Jay, naked, and inviting him.
He formerly had zero interest in shemales. And yet, for some reason, he was greatly aroused. He couldn’t control the raging boner in his pants, and he moved closer, ready for his own version of trap love.
After moving 5 steps however, he spontaneously combusted, and the visage of Bailey disappeared.
Sitting in his room, AlphaCommando heard a knock on the door. He moved to open it, and didn’t make it before it was knocked down.
“Okay, it’s time to end this nonsense. You’re under arrest,” the man spoke with a lazy drawl.
“Officer…Barbrady?” The AlphaCommando asked. “Ah’ve done nothin wrong.”
“Okay, that’s not what I heard. I’ve heard you pissed in the bottomless pit, so you’re gonna have to come with me.”
And with that, AlphaCommando was dragged to jail, which was merely a janitor’s closet with the words “Jeyl,” written on it.
Oerba was killed by <SoVi3t>!
Oerba was <sikwidit>!
@Oerba, please submit your last gasp within 12 hours.
The Chief was killed by the Demons!
The Chief was <Missing Person>!
Missing Person has received the names of two players with their alignments and roles as a result of being killed in the night phase.
I gotta say, it’s kind of jarring since <Pimp Willy> has been a big topic lately, I keep seeing my name and doing a double take like it’s directed at me
This would’ve been a good time to press Alpha about the Fuzz choice he said they already had. Considering Sovi3t went that way with his shot, not hitting AC.
ou didn’t fight the way I expected you to. You alluded to me carrying blame for your death, as MP did when he was a mafia player. You said “mafioso” which is super Jesus Toast, but was a flag for me.
You didn’t remind me to not trust you like you usually do. You didn’t put any pressure on me whatsoever as you’re wont to do.
I’m not blaming you. And while no one had to follow my lead, I was a deciding factor in what happened. And I am sorry.