Liam is Sirprimalform. Do I have to explain it everywhere? Where is my cookie?
Eh, baz that's post I meant. I figured out Rod but not the rest.
I too can't believe no one picked od Rod's "doc" post. Not only something like this is considered scum-tell but as you said when you consider doc died next night...

So you really prevented nightkill, xyem. You should tell us. Wasn't you aware of it or what? We could co-ordinate our actions. Or have you done it or purpose?

@Rod, I was afraid You won't be around that's why I wanted you to vote first. You spoke about checking this periodically and I was afraid you will miss it.

Sorry for last day. I really wanted to post but I was busy on weekend and on monday it was almost impossible to get here thanks to Empire Earth, then came SPF's vote and it was already not necessary to prolong this.

I admit this game was tipped in our favour and after lynch of Orry, whose role WAS unbalanced but mainly because of Gossip, IMO, it wasn't too hard to win but we didn't play too good since then and town could do much better job to try to avert this end.
This. How were we supposed to figure out who did what to whom?

Not only it is usually considered scum-tell to congratulate to doc for succesful protect or to be glad power-role wans't killed but also it was breadcrumbing of Twilight's role who died next night and was investigated by Rod night before.

I was in the middle of doing this last night when my internet wound down and gave up. Today it's fine though so here are The details of Night Five

Vitek investigates Rodzaju
Uhhhh...
Looking at the Witch.
Yes definitely. No doubt about it.
This girl is the MAFIA WITCH.
Uhuh.
Get a quick rest I think before morning.
.....
zzzzzzzzzzz

Rodzaju Kills LittleRabbit
Wretched girl.
You prayed to your ministers that she had been lying, but the sight they gave you has revealed the truth - she has stolen from you.
Slattern! Foul animal, living on the rocks and the sea, gazing down into the stinking mud. You spit.
Well. The trinket was a luxury, the spirits whose duty it was to answer the wands ritual dance are unneeded, won’t be missed. But on my own eyes you shall have that wand back!
You feel at your belt beneath the multitudinous folds of your garments. Perhaps, when searching through your pockets – damn the girl! - the little thief even brushed her frail hand against the steel destined to take her from this world. You take your knife. Heavy and reassuring. Touch the blade to your tongue. Beautifully sharp.

Beings in the sky, watchers, who look upon the world seeing all without being seen, seek her out.
Discover the one who insults me, who loves you, and bring me to her, bring her her doom.

You set out, stepping wide upon the solid ground. Face to the sky, following the flowing stream of your attendants. They guide you that you need not use your eyes, but stride, fury in your feet, toward vengeance. They slip, invisible, between the iron bars of a tall gate, and you wait. The gate is a thing of stature – its design impresses subservience to the onlooker. Behind the gate the mansion is visible – a mountain of shadow slumped across the skyline. Your lip curls with distaste, with hatred. This is the people in the town. This is their hopes, their passion, their love is all for this. Let their blood fall you want to cry! Soon now, very soon.
The iron came from the earth and the spirits of the earth await your command. To your will the iron twists and wrenches, onwards you strive. Up to the house. The house is tall, and she is in a high place.
Anger fills you, passion drives you. You can wait no longer. By your own power you take to the sky, rising as the wind up to the house and through the walls into a wide room, lavish and rich, lit by bright brass oil lamps.
The girl looks round, dropping what she had held. Fear in her eyes.
“WHERE IS IT?”
The girl is silent. Your feet feel the wooden floor, raised high above the earth. You step towards the girl.
“Give it back. Return it to me."
The girl is silent, wildly, she turns to run, but your little spirits have tied her heart and bound her soul and she falls. You step, slowly towards her, knife in hand, and press the blade into her breast, drawing her blood upon the ground. She screams and kicks and tires and falls still.

You gather the blood upon your hands and speaks to you, guiding you to where the thief hid your treasure.

You have killed LittleRabbit

LittleRabbit Killed By Rodzaju
You head upstairs -your bed gives you no comfort tonight- to the rooms where the curtains are blue velvet. Lighting the lamps, you go into the portrait gallery, staring into the faces of those long dead. From a small table you examine a golden miniature. Movement behind the window of stained glass. With a noise like a wave smacking a rockface an old woman comes THROUGH THE GLASS. She hangs in the air, suspended by unseen force. She is older than anyone you've ever seen. So old her skin itself is greying. She looks at you, her eyes fringed with scarlet, yellow-grey eyes, hatred etched throroughly into her face, deep, black lines. Her twisted mouth opens and she shouts. Her voice hoarse, and at the same time aetherial, as though the air shouts with her.
"WHERE IS IT?"
She sinks until her feet are on the ground. She walks towards you. Her tattered skirts and shawl disguise the shape of her body, but folds of her clothes shift and a bony arm emerges. Fist clenched tight around a steel blade. Dull, but the edge flashes.
"Give it back." She hisses. "Return it to me."
She comes closer and you realise how scared you are. How soon you will die.
You turn to run but your legs feel cold. Like running through icy water. You fall. Hit the floor hard, and can't move. Just breath, and clutch at the carpet, as the Witch reaches you, and places her knife at your heart. Then through. Cold metal jarring your bones, your lungs burn, hot blood weeps. The knife chokes you. You can't breathe. You can't see. You hear a harsh scream, a rasping catching howl that dies in jerking wheezes. You become aware of your arms and legs. They're scraping across the carpet. You stop moving them, and embrace the floor. It seems to hold you.

You have been killed by Rodzaju

Sorry, these were written as personal notes so I've on occasion referenced people by their given names or nicknames. I'll go through and change them.

Well, we're operating in English, which has a set sentence order of Subject, Verb, Object. I was a tracker, so the verb is obvious and can be left out, and the subject clearly was Rod. I did not expect I'd have two objects in the sentence, but what could I have done? I had no idea what Rod was actually doing to either of them; my first guess was a redirector-type role, as I couldn't imagine someone would have two night powers.

Perhaps ROD TWI would have been more obvious? As in "I tracked ROD and he targeted TWI"?

EDIT: Wait, no, I have made a mess of it, haven't I? I'm multitasking like crazy today, so I'm not exactly coherent. The breadcrumb was supposed to be read "ROD [targeted] TWI and NFY". The problem was the "and" there; I didn't know how to work that in. That should explain my reasoning well enough.

I think 2 names would really be better to understand it but you would have to decide which one. Listing two players could help town a lot if someone found it but luckily they didn't.
My problem with finding it was I am not used to TWI and NFY like I am to ROD and the fact you used semicolons instead of full dots to distinguish which "I" to use. Haven't noticed that untill today.

Should have read his role. :/

So it was unbalanced because of post restriction, not Gossip. :-)

Considering how notoriously bad I am at this game, I find it quite amusing that the flavour paints me as the brains of this outfit.....

I'm still getting the giggles over the "BAD DOG" moment. xD

And my eventual death was pretty funny. *twittertwittertwitterSQUISH*

I feel quite pleased with myself for having pinned at least Vitek and Rod. Too bad I apparently lack the skills to convince anyone else :).

Just some general comments on the game as my first... I had fun, even after the Orry kill I didnt think it was unwinnable and was kind of surprised people felt that way. I think the sudden apathy and "woe is me" acts were a huge reason town lost. The flavor (thats right, no god d@mn U) was great. I should have run more with my feelings on that being a key component of the game but i figured since everyone seemed to hate the RP aspect that didnt really hold any game value other than setting. For example, pushing to lynch Xyem before Rod or Vitek (or rabbit, my other suspect). That wolf in sheeps clothing was tailor made for this story line.

Finally, i think the deadlines were fine. Granted I dont have a lot of experience in Mafia, but I do in riddle/investigation games and the RVS stage is a giant waste of time. Even if your hit rate is 50% its basically pure luck barring a huge slip up from mafia. Which I can grant may happen, but even that is just rolling the dice. Personally I wouldnt mind seeing a Night 0 use of power roles. Then you could have something to work with skipping the days of vote/unvotes.

I agree, actually. I had a lot of fun too. :)

Also, here are all 13 posts of the mason chat. xD

http://www.quicktopic.com/46/H/VyjKHaLY9c6m

I agree with almost everything. You did good job, unfortunately for you, you had 2 scums against you and no one at your side. Wolf in sheep clothing was great understanding of flavour.

I had fun too, but I think town gave up too easily. If you put much more fight into it instead of let's end this attitude it could end at least more favourable for town.
I even nominated this game for Award and if you liked it, you can do the same. ;-)

Hi, are you still around?
I finally noticed you investigated xyem on your last night. Was it reason you voted him? You should share this info as it would make his lynch easier. Or at least question him about his flavour more.
I suspected a bit you are lying but when you came with nothing next day I figured you were saying truth.

Oh hey I just noticed another clue that town missed.
The first post has the Queen's last words in it, the significance of course is that she recognised her attacker. That was rodzaju the witch of course. Well you needn't have known that I wrote in Rod's flavour that the witch knew the Kind and Queen long ago oh yeah except that he included that in his claim. My gosh how could you have missed that? Imbalanced in mafia's favour phooey... ;o)

Says the person who only noticed it was missed two months after the game finished :P