Moose, can you sign me up please (for the forth time)

Dapperdan, you may take the liberty of cleaning up such things. I have given more than fair warning that it will no longer be tolerated.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Oct 17 2008, 3:30 am by Mini Moose 2707.

The game will start when I start it. I have not forgotten about the game. Asking me will not expedite the game start, it will only piss me off.

Don't post about this. It's a joke.

Lul angry moose.

I would like to kindly ask for an automatic sign up for future games.

Sorry guys, both me and Dapperdan had to go before we could finish the day post...
We'll start later tonight or tomorrow.

For once, I should have a decent role.

Everything big starts with something little, of small importance, of ultimate insignificance. This story starts, or, at least for our purposes, with a man walking into a room at a poor time of day. Dapperdan sat down in his creaky chair and laid his head on his desk. It was mid-day outside. The sun shined through the window. But to Dapperdan it was midnight. Long-coming tears streamed out of his eyes and over his cheeks, forming little puddles that were of epic proportions. He wanted to sleep. But he didn't want to move. Everywhere he went in his house reminded him of how miserable his existence was. This desk was the only thing he had left to his name. He was a well-respected member of the community, but no one had been inside his vacant hell of a house for more than a week, and they did not realize the torment that he was internalizing. At the point where he was choking on his tears, he finally lifted his head up from the desk that was clearly not a worthy pillow. He saw empty cardboard boxes that spelled "ELIGARF" on them and thought of his heart. He could hear it beating consistently slow in his chest within his dead silent room. He remembered all the important things that those boxes used to contain. Back at the time when he moved in to this hole in the wall on the side of the road by a ditch and a well. Everything was a joke to him now.

He screamed aloud, "WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?", and again "WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO ME?" He began to suffocate with the heavy convulsions in his tears, as he had little time to breathe between his yelps. Then he heard the front door open slowly. He heard her keys jingle the way they always did. His heart was restored with hope and love for a long moment. He simply waited for the confirmation of her beautiful face to let him know that he hadn't gone crazy. He could hear the footsteps approaching his room. He wondered why she knew which room he was in ... he had moved the desk from where she had last seen it...

Dapperdan lived in the North Eastern part of Europe for approximately twelve years before his inevitable death. Before he took residence here, he lived on the other side of the world. It was in a little nook in Alaska. Completely removed from typical society. The scenery there is reminscent of Mary Shelley's descriptions of nature in the book Frankenstein. The natural beauty is remarkable. The lake glistening from a sun penetrating through a lightly clouded blue sky, with towering white-capped mountains scattering the background. There really shouldn't be people tucked into the forests there. But there are.

Mini Moose 2707 developed a residence there to perform his experiments about eighteen years ago. You might say he was some type of demented scientist. Some people would use the word "brilliant" or "genius" when speaking of him, but those people are fooling themselves. Mini Moose 2707 was a brutally sadistic man. He went to incredible lengths to perform his experiments and achieve his goals. He recruited many people to his cause, and eventually, a community was developed. Mini Moose 2707 was a terribly powerful speaker, and he could lead the people at his whims with little difficulty. Everytime someone went missing, it was merely a sign that they were done with their testing and had flown out of town. From an airport that didn't exist. No one could consider the idea that an experimental accident of fatal consequences had occured. Mini Moose 2707 was a man that did well to appear respectable and innocent.

For all his faults, however, Mini Moose 2707 was an exceptional scientist that made many important developments. The community that formed became an alternate reality that was not only tragic, but unique and amazing in its own ways. Such a place cannot truly be comprehended by the average person. I would best call this corner of the earth's creation an unadulterated assault on reality. It really only had one major problem over the course of its entire existence: the escape of Dapperdan. The one man who actually made a plane flight out of town. The only "patient" that Mini Moose 2707 ever bonded with. Dapperdan did a good job of pretending to return the connection. It led to his metaphorical leash being loosened just enough that he could slip out and break free.

It's a hero's tale, truly, but it does not belong in this muck and muddy portrait that I must continue to paint. Details of these two men's reasoning for everything they did and the mental torment that they went through can be left aside. Those details are not nearly dark enough. What matters is the fact that I use "was" when I refer to both Dapperdan and Mini Moose 2707.

Mini Moose 2707 never stopped the search for Dapperdan ever since his escape. The one person he cared about in life was out there somewhere and he had hope with that. He did not lose that hope, nor find Dapperdan until after his murder. With this death, it was easy to find his name in the obituarities. Obituaries that Dapperdan had always intended Mini Moose 2707 to find. This prompted him to leave on a non-work related issue for the first time since he had arrived all those years ago. He was to attend Dapperdan's funeral. Fortunately or Unfortunately, Mini Moose 2707 never reached his destination. His plane crashed over the Atlantic Ocean and he will never be seen again.

And what happened to the wasted village of Mini Moose 2707's creation since his death? This is the more gruesome part of the story. Without a leader, the fantastical and sadistic townspeople grew more and more anxious. They became like members of a cult without a purpose. And then a purpose found them. It was becoming increasingly clear that the deaths of Dapperdan and Mini Moose 2707 were not coincidences. It was all part of an elaborate plan. The likeness of Mafia seeped their way into the town and they had a cruel game to play. It started last night. With the terrible deaths of Corbo and Devilesk. Their rotting bodies lie in the middle of their civilization like beacons calling for something to be done. Something will be done... and that something is revenge.


** DAY ONE START **
Please visit http://www.staredit.net/?p=mafia to check your role.
Also, townies (not special roles) be reminded that you have the dodge power available this round. You can read about that in the topic post.
Please vote for the first candidate to be killed. I will be enforcing strict activity bans this game.

Post has been edited 4 time(s), last time on Oct 18 2008, 8:15 pm by Dapperdan. Reason: Paragraphing

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Can't get my role.

Fixed. Try it again.

Wow. Loooonnnngggg Day discription.

It's called epic. Get used to it.

With dodge, wont that make it EXTREMELY hard for anyone to target a townsperson?

Dodge is balanced. It's been used before.

That's why each townsperson can only use it once?

EDIT: Wow, I made a big typo. Once per game, not once per night.

"May only be used once per night" No wonder he thought it was imba. LOL

Thats MUCH different. Ok, I get it now

I vote Epoch Oyen, unless someone has any better ideas. After all, it says THE FUTURE IS NOW in his signature.

More possible clues:
Could point to Reindeer Breeder (FRESH INCEST FUN!) or Deathman101 (Doom).
May be pointing at DT_BK or NerdyTerdy from last game.
The girl may refer to A_of-s_T (Secret Lover).

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Oct 18 2008, 5:10 pm by Greo.

I abstain until I can get more time to analyze this stuff. This is only to keep angry mooses away until I get my work done tho.

Upside down boxes with FRAGILE on them. Hmm...