SDHSB

its super phun time here!

also SD, most of the fun happens in #mafia

>A. you look for new writers and finish this game on your own.
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>B. Arsy and I admit that on the night that the cleric actually healed someone we should have made it more clear he made a heal. Beyond that we want to say this:
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>1. you want facts, we do write facts.
2. if you start guessing about things that are not written and it turns up you are wrong, it is your mistake. So take that as a man and don't blame it on us
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>so go read up and read what is written and start telling me it is your not your own cockup for assuming things that are not written as fact.
if you are ready to accept that, come and tell us.

I'm not a suck up, But I don't know why people are complaining about the writing. There are 3 people who are doing the complaining because they don't understand how much work writing these things is. Also, I don't think ambiguity is a bad thing. Those two line you and arsy edited would have helped, but the people playing the game shouldn't need to be spoon fed.

Arms said:
>If you want to keep people guessing go write Roleplay. This makes no sense

How is a group of people taking on different roles in a medieval town not roleplay?

Exactly Genesis, which is why we try not to give everything away with the stories.

For example, the last game when the mafia didnt make a kill for the first night when Undeath didn't show up. By simply stating that in the story, people would have have easily guessed the Godfather on night 1 and the game would have ended early. By limiting what you say (but not lying), you add intrigue and mystery and that is what makes the game fun. Not the fact that everyone knows everything.

It isn't a new style of writing, it is how I've always done it by trying not to give away the game too early on. Not revealing the who healed last night was a mistake yes.

Edit: SDHSB!
And I agree with you, I'm just in a volatile mood today..

To late

Mafia game over, roles revieled in #mafia

ill be writing mafia 16. Need 1 person to help.
PM me in chat if your interested.

untill then

[] you all!

*hands out cookies and hugglez*

Let's all be friends or I'll turn this into a handing out imaginary cookies and hugglez thread, and nobody wants that.

Given that I'm not playing but want the game to go on I am in quite a good neutral position here. Obviously no-one has to listen to me, and few people rarely do (interpret that how you see fit). But here are my conclusions:

1) The running of any kind of forum game should be entirely up to the people running the game. You start the game knowing that those people will run the game and by starting the game you should be acknowledging that you accept the game will be run as the game runners see fit. I really have a way with language, it's a way that makes nonsense sentences like the previous one, but hopefully someone somewhere will know what I mean

2) While playing a game it is entirely normal and acceptable that you might want to make suggestions such as in this case "please make the writing clearer". When you do so, you should note that it is the people running the game who decide whether or not to take your suggestion on board, and you should have accepted that fact when you started playing. You should also bear in mind that the game runners (in this case anyway) put in a considerable amount of time to running the game with the aim that it is fun for everyone. With that in mind, you should be polite and civil when making suggestions or coming up with ideas.

3) Everyone (players and game runners) should be aware of the escalatory nature of disagreements and misunderstandings in text based forums and chat and should bear that in mind when responding to comments which they see as a sleight on them.

Imo, it was SD who sabotaged the game.

Just cos he wasnt involved in this one...he wanted it to exist no longer.

I'm sorry if I ruined this game, but artistic oppression is something I could never handle and never intend to do otherwise, the points SD made were very correct. You play with the information given to you.

I really enjoyed the course this game was going and I'm sorry for overreacting.

On the bright side I'll always be remembered as that guy that ruined mafia. Atleast i can take some solace in that.
And i will if the moderators let me, join mafia 16. or reuse this one whatever. But I know i'll get killed in a heart beat.
I guess all is fair in love, war and #mafia

1. A10 - KING'S SUBJECT

That's right, up yours you_fool!

Well that's too bad that the game had to end, but I can understand it. I'm the worst at pridicting however. My next three lynchs, Lexuzis evilsheep, and arms, were the cleric, a townie, and the king!

(Only Traitor I was right about)
12. Iluvatar - TRAITOR

*disclaimer*
the following is not at all meant to poke fun at the mods. rather it is entirely meant to poke fun at those playing who do not appreciate what the mods do for us, myself included.
arsy and elro, i apologize for my words

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The whole kingdom was in an uproar. Undeath had just found out he had an exam he wasn't prepared for and found siding with Lexuzis as the perfect opportunity to make someone else as irritated as he was. Lex was standing on top a bale of hay yelling at anyone who would listen and Undeath was right by his side. With only a small bit of instigation, every member of the kingdom began throwing rocks, feces, small animals, KT, and anything else they could get their hands on at the Moderator building. T-Shirts were being passed out reading "The Writing is too Confusing for our Puny Spoon-fed Minds!"

It didn't take long for Arsy and Elrohir to step outside and begin attempting to calm down the situation saying, "It is not our fault you read too far into what is written!" and the like. Rather than calming down the crowd this merely caused the volume of insults and fecal matter thrown in their direction to increase. In some minds though, they were beginning to wonder if they were truly in the right. Undeath who had been one of the louder protesters was suddenly filled with the feeling that he was doing something wrong. He quickly wrote a letter of apology to the moderators on his tunic using his own blood, grabbed arms and ordos whom he had been so sure were traitors, and hurled himself and the two of them over the edge of the highest wall of the castle.

Only A10 had seen this take place, and he ran down to see who it was that had been killed after telling Sushi to wait for the news on top of the wall. Upon the news that another traitor had died, Sushi quickly started passing around the information to the crowd who all erupted in a cheer even louder than Lexuzis could scream. It was quite short lived as A10 found out that the King and another loyal subject had been killed in the process. At the news of his father's death, You_Fool brought forth his bow and arrow and shot Sushi straight through the neck, who than fell over the edge and landed on A10 whom also died. When it became known that the prince had killed one of his own knights and a loyal subject, the entire population burst into an uproar. "If the prince is willing to kill his own, than everyone must be a traitor!", shouted Arocalex, the sorcerer of illusions.

At this sentence, fights broke out all over the crowd. Maarten grabbed hold of chees and slit his throat with a dried turnip and threw the body aside. Rockon and jesnt both saw this occur and tackled Maarten beating him to death, and in the fury Rockon managed to crush jesnt's head in.

All of a sudden a break in the crowd seemed to appear, with the apprentice, sorcerer of darkness, and sorcerer of illusions all circling around Lexuzis. The entire crowd was now petrified and it was obvious that Lex had nowhere to go. The moderators looked on from a window in sadness as the entire kingdom was about to be torn into bits. Simultaneously a ball of white light appeared above the apprentice's outstretched hand, a ball of black above that over sorcerer of darkness', and a ball of yellow above that of the sorcerer of illusions. They all three hurled them at each other, and the balls of energy struck in the center right under Lexuzis creating an explosion so catastrophic the entire square was destroyed, killing everyone in it.
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Once the smoke cleared, arsy and Elro walked out down the stairs shaking their heads in disgust at the bloody mess that had been left. As they reached the bottom stair, the body of Lexuzis fell from the sky and landed at their feet. Elro kicked it as it had gotten blood on his shoe.
Wasting very little time, the moderators pushed a button and got rid of all of mess and prepared to write another day.
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Mods Win!

Arsy and Elrohir you did a great job of the game, those that complained, you are useless pieces of shit and you deserve to die... never play this again...

(this goes after UnDeath/Giligans post)

They never saw it coming.

Arsy would have made it if it hadn't been for the rock. There was nothing he could do now. Their aim was just too good. It didn't matter to Arsy, at least Elro was dead. He took comfort in that. Shaken after their combat, He got up and dusted himself off. The wounds had almost disappeared, leaving faint scares on his chest. He couldn't stand to look at Elro's body any longer, He'd have to begin the long climb out. He knew from the moment that the game began that one of them had to die.  "How could I have been so foolish" he thought. Pressing the button with two essences was absurd. He had time to think, the 200 ft climb up the craters treacherous side would take a while. He remembered the arena the button had transported them to. The place seemed to have no walls, smoke filled the air from the faceless spectators. "Lung cancer, great" he thought as he climbed, He was 10 ft up. Elro's face had been stern. As he reached for the next hand hold he wondered if Elro had been as scared as he was. He didn't look it, no Elro looked calm and collected. No one could fake that.

He slipped, sliding down the cliff face at break-neck speed. "S**T" he thought, "Survive mortal combat to die like this." His right hand scraped the side of the cliff until he grabbed the small ledge. The violent force of the abrupt stop nearly pulling his arm out of its socket. The pain was intense; he began to climb.

Arsy had landed the first blow, his sword scrapping off the skin from Elro's shoulder stopped short of the neck by his shield. The thunk of the sword hitting the wooden shield spark cheers from the crowd. Arsy was never able to make out just who was watching. He was 1/3 up the cliff face now. The blood on his scraped hand had congealed. Elro reacted quickly, 3 quick slices left blood erupting from Arsy's chest. He cast away the sword and shield as he fell to his knees. "It'll be over soon" he had thought. Elro lifted his sword preparing for the final blow, the crowd cheered the would-be victor. The sword was raised above his head . . .Elro was dead before he hit the ground.

Arsy was 3/4's of the way up the steep cliff. He had taken to a tripod like climbing approach, leaving his injured arm to dangle at his side, His thoughts and memories were painful, but the emotional toll distracted him from his shoulder as he climbed. "It was a gun shot, no, an energy beam, no . . ." he couldn't wrap his mind around what had hit Elro. He Never stopped to check, he had begun to run. He Jumped over the ropes, past the spectators to the walls he couldn't see. The spectators only silently murmured. He never heard the silence. . . He burst through the double doors, he had never seen them through the mysterious darkness surrounding the arena. He never heard the silence. His heart racing he ran to the only safety he knew, outside. Down the dark corridor he saw salvation. Light shown through the cracks between the frame and the door just down the hall. An earthquake, a giant gap formed between him and the door. "Someone doesn't want me out of here" he said aloud. His voice, felt like warmth, comforting him. Behind him only darkness and murmuring. It was getting closer. What ever got Elro was going to get him if he didn't jump. The darkness closing in, the murmur intensified. He jumped, extending his arms to the ledge on the other side. His hand was knocked away from the ledge, A rock had been thrown from the darkness. The fall seemed to go forever, he watched as the light above him faded farther and farther as he fell down the endless pit.

That's the last he remembered. It didn't make sense to him now, how he had woken up next to Elro's body in the crater. It didn't matter, the button was happy now that only one essence lived. He was nearly there, He emerged over the top of the cliff face, expecting to see the city that he called home. In front of him was Satan. "A10" He said "The button . . .b-but you should be dead!" "Welcome to hell." A10 pushed him back down the cliff. As he fell the meaning of the events unfolded in his mind, put there by the rushing of the cold air. Elro had never died.

Elro's sword pierced Arsy's skull, ending his last confused Hallucinations.

The button was pleased.

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If you don't get it Elro and Arsy had to go through mortal combat to please Undeath's cleaning button because the button can't be pressed while two essences are alive.

If you still don't get it, congrats you passed the sanity test

The reason you have found it hard to survive in recent rounds Arnor was because you are so good at this. You fooled me, you played your townie role with me very well, which made you a clever mobster.