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This is the official game thread for CYS Mafia! Feel free to get in character, scrutinise your fellow players’ every move and do what it takes to WIN the game. 
 

If you need to refresh your memory on the rules, they can be found here.

Due to the high number of sign-ups, @RKrallanor would be hosting this game, and I’ll be running another one alongside it: link

Introduction

 

Location: The Lounge
Time: 8 PM (Evening)

A feast has been prepared in the middle of the dining table. As you take your seat, others begin to arrive, filling up the room.

“Welcome, guests!” A voice booms from a loudspeaker above. “Today, you will take part in an experiment that will test your skills of deduction, persuasion, and strategy.”

Leaning back in your seat, you take the opportunity to examine your surroundings. A battling cage sits in the far corner with two sets of steel swords and armor. By the south-east door, a warhammer leans against the wall, stained with dried blood, marked with the word ‘BAN’.  Yet, most frightening of all are the noises—from the window of a fogged-up room, where a solitary light bulb flickers, you hear terrible screeches of cries and moaning. 

“The voices of the SHAMED,” someone behind you explains. But when you turn to see who it was, the person has mysteriously disappeared. 

Before you can say anything, the voice from the speaker continues on. “We have assigned three mods to overlook this experiment. They will assess your performance and report back to us. They are—”

A gunshot.

The voice on the other end goes silent. 

Frantic whispers fill the room; panicked glances are exchanged. You scrutinize the other CYStians, but when you search their faces for any sign of familiarity, you realize you’re unable to tell friend from foe. 

The lights turn red. From the speaker, a new voice speaks. “We are the trolls. Leave the CYS forums now, or face the attacks of three of our strongest members!”

Curiously, it sounds like a kid attempting to pitch his voice deeper, but you know the threat is real. There are three trolls among you. And who knows what they would do if—

Another gunshot.

This time, you hear laughter on the other side, and the original voice speaks again. “Remember, kids, you can’t outsmart a mod! The troll has been banned, and I would come over to finish up the others, but I have other things to do, being a busy mod and all. So until then, I’ll leave it to you to discover the three remaining trolls! Good luck.”

Well, this dinner is about to get awkward.

Evening 1: Introductions

@Anthraxus
@enterpride
@Yummyfood
@spicyXnoodle
@MadHattersDaughter
@MiltonManThing
@UnscapeableDeath
@Blister1
@Gryphon
@Clayfinger
@Shadowdrake27

Come and introduce yourself as a reply to this post! You have about 48 hours to do so before everyone chooses their rooms and performs any actions they can in the night. Feel free to pull someone aside for a private conversation, start an argument, or rant about how much you like Ogre; basically, do anything that normally happens in the lounge.

Hi everyone! My name's SpicyXnoodle, but you can call me Spicy if you'd prefer something shorter. I'm really excited to be part of this social test, and I'm sure some of you are feeling the same. Feel free to PM me about anything, and good luck. May the best skilled user win! 

 

PS: I like Ogre! If you don't, you're probably going to get killed in the first round by some Ogre-fanatic troll or mod :D 

"Hello everyone! Clayfinger here," I say, projecting my voice as best as I can. "I know that things aren't exactly going according to plan but as long as we all look out for each other, we should be able to make it out of this just fine. For now, let's just enjoy this feast that's been put out for us!"

Following this announcement, I begin helping myself to the food on the table. :]

Please feast on my noodles too Liminal... wait.... why does it say Clayfinger... DID YOU KILL LIMINAL BEFORE THE COMPETITION STARTED AND TOOK HIS PROFILE PICTURE?!?!

You can't just assume I killed Lim because I happen to have taken his form! This was agreed upon by both parties. :\

If that's the case it's alright :)

Sorry for assuming that you killed Liminal

Hello everyone! I'm UnscapeableDeath, or Scape for short. I'm here to sit back and laugh as it all devolves into chaos. Don't bother me, and I won't bother you. Feel free to ask any questions you have, and I'll answer them honestly.

Hello fellow Cystians. I am Anthraxus. You all know me as I am often lingering in the background of things, with little interjections here and there. You might also remember me from my work with the Gazette and recent victory in the Gazetter Thunderdome.

I have an established history of liking Ogre and lambasting noobs and bots and do not suffer trolls lightly.

Thank you for the tea MHD and the noodles Spicy, but how are we to know it isn't troll poison or something similar?

Should anyone be looking for me, I think I will setup residence in Creative Corner. This is too close to the Pit of Shame. The wails of the tormented upsets my digestion.

I stop drinking my third cup of tea and look up.

"What?"

"Yeah, that looks like MHD, but there is no telling if they are a troll in hiding. Same for Spicy. Could be a quick way to eliminate some people right out of the gate."

That is very true, or they just like to be hospitable :)

I'm Blister, and I'm learning Spanish :)

I have trust issues. I also like Ogre

A man named Enter graciously accepted the offered cup of tea and takes a small sip. It is remarkable just how small his head is compared to his frame, and the angularity of his pointed face seems almost, well, mousy. I'm sure nothing weird is going on there, though for the very observant listener, some quiet and hushed squeaking can be heard:

"Hey we aren't kids!"
"Quiet Jerry, we are performing our investigation here."
"See! That is what I mean, kids aren't supposed to play at detective! So that means we can't be kids!"
"Shhh. Now you've just given us away!"
"Nuh uh, it's what they would want us to think!"
"That doesn't even make any sense, Jerry! Shhh! I think they're listening!"
"Shhhhhh!"
"Shhhh yourself!"
"You first!"
"..."
"Shhh, oh wait. I'll shut up now."
"......"

The man named Enter ignores all this squeak speak, and instead hums in agreement, eyes closed as if he were in some other place in this very moment, a very peaceful and serene place.

"Good tea," he finally states, slowly bringing the cup back on to the porcelain saucer.

"You must really like that tea" :)

 

"I am the 27th in a long and industrious line of shadow dragons that—is that tea for me?" Shadowdrake27 starts before a tea cup is randomly handed to him in his seat at the table. He takes a bite of noodles and steals three other cups of tea from around the table before realizing that his cup is topped off.

 

"Sorry, I lost my place... If only Ogre were here!" Shadowdrake27 continues. "He would know just what to do. I remember the first day I met him. Back then, we still went into the bank—which was a building where they kept your hard earned money in a vault that could not be accessed electronically. Yes—I know I'm old; anyways, the bank was getting robbed on this particular day—as it did back then."

 

Stopping to munch on a few noodles--and completely ignoring the suggestions that anything could be poisoned—Shadowdrake27 continues, "No less than 4 masked men—yes back then we assigned masculine genders to masked robbers—with guns  forced everyone on the ground. Everyone, except ogre. They opened fired, but he still beat them all with a mace. He even helped the bank teller back behind the counter to help service everyone."

 

Chugging his tea, Shadowdrake27 frowns when it is suddenly refilled by MHD. He chugs it again—three more times—as if challenging to see if the tea really is endless. “Anyway, once I got my money I went to buy ice cream from a near by ice cream truck at a park. This was—of course—before the food truck craze. As I went to buy my ice cream, who was behind the counter other than Ogre himself. With no less than 12 bullet holes in his shirt, he recognized that I had a rough morning at the bank and gave me my ice cream for free: I like ogre.”

 

Shadowdrake looks around the room and sighs, “Oh, yes, yes. Call me Shadow for short. I don’t care much about trolls or mods, but if you play games know that I play to win.” 

 

Glancing at the Ban Hammer and shuddering, shadow scoots his chair slightly farther away. Settling in place, he scans each other member of the dinner party, taking notes as they talk and muttering incoherently about their grammar. 

I pull a seemingly endless number of teacups from my hat, pouring a seemingly endless amount of tea for everyone.

That reminds me! I pull out my noodle-creator-robot from the dark background behind my profile picture and start handing out steaming hot noodles to everyone ( with any choice of spices they want added to it )!

 

His name is Chef Jeff :)

''everyone sitting at the feast table'': LETS GOOO, FREE NOODLES AND TEA FOR EVERYONE!!!

I immediately start eating a giant bowl of noodles.

"10/10, thanks a lot, Chef Jeff!"

*I finish a rather large sized bowl of noodles, and slump in a chair satisfied, completely ignoring MHD's tea (I don't like tea anyways, or coffee for that matter).* "Thanks for the noodles Chef Jeff"

I have absolutely no idea what I got myself into, literally

I think we all know which room I'm gonna stay in :)

I would say either the lounge, newbie central, OR the writing workshop :)

Oh newbie central most likely, but I don't want to end up alone in there with MHD

After eating my full and slumping in a chair, I begin to survey the people and my surroundings

"Ok, let's get some of the introductions out of the way and figure out what we should do next" I say abruptly and quite sluggishly, getting up out of my comfortable chair and standing at the table, eyeing every person that is in the room.