Frozen Hearts Mafia [Family Ties - Mafia/Survivor Victory]

That wasn't remotely serious I don't think a lyncher fits a game with the flips we've had

Even if he's acting like I lynched his (god)mother

Fact remains, Granola, that like. There's only one plausible scum on the Pala wagon, and that's Acio himself.

Which means that all the other scum (and all of them, period) are either on Acio or abstaining. Basic logic.

If you look back at the original Druple wagon, only two people on it can be scum - Pala and Oz.

Unless you think a wagon completely made up of 7 town lynched town, when the like, entire scum team was trying to mislynch Mirdini (which would probably include you in that world), uh.

Unless you think a wagon completely made up of 7 town lynched town, when the like, entire scum team was trying to mislynch Mirdini (which would probably include you in that world), uh.

Oh dang I almost forgot wrt Teaspecters:

Granola brushing off the mirdini lynch as harmless fun that was a thing that happened

*or all of them, period - since that conditional is in Town!Cio world, etc.

English is hard apparently.

Well to be perfectly frank, with your behavior regarding Acio I'm not ruling you out as a scumspect so that'd be two on the Pala wagon.


(Seriousness aside: what scum wouldn't want Mirdini mislynched D1?)

What town would try to push a Mirdini lynch on D1 based on nothing but 'because it'd be funny, lol'?

Like, that whole wagon was awful, and I still don't understand how it almost happened, other than 'heavy scum influence'

Because a Mirdini D1 lynch would've been glorious and legendary and Mirdini himself obviously didn't have a problem with it?

But you already said that there's only two possible scum on that wagon. So I guess the "heavy scum influence" doesn't refer to the actual voters as much as the people who tried their hardest to push it through. Might be worth checking out tomorrow.

EBWOP: There was supposed to be a question mark after the second sentence.

Two possible scum on /your/ wagon on D1, Druple. The first version of you. Pala and Oz. And I kind of doubt they both are scum.

So that leaves the rest on Mirdini/abstaining-or-useless.

Day One End

Druplesnubb (7) (OzTheWizard, icanhasdonut, Mirdini, Garuru, Palamedes, Mister Visceral, makerofthegames)
Mirdini (6) (Granolaman, Affle, smash ball, Schazer, Acionyx, Druplesnubb)
Cat (2) (Stiqqery, speedchuck)
Affle (1) (Ginx-sama)
Palamedes (1) (Cat)
Granolaman (1) (Truegreen)
Mister Visceral (1) (SupahKiven)

Donut, Dini, Garuru, MV, MotG are town, leaving Oz, Pala on yours.

I guess you were town on the Dini wagon, and Smash Ball already flipped? Leaving Granola/Affle/Schazer/Acio on Dini. Hm.

I'm town. Kiven slot is 3P probably. Speedchuck is ??? but probably town because messenger thing.

One of Pala/Oz, maybe-acio-but-???, and 2-3 of Stiq/Granola/Schazer/Cat/Affle/Druple2.

I sort of have trouble seeing Granola being so brazen as scum, despite the fact that pushing multiple mislynches through isn't a bad thing even if it leads to him being lynched, muh. And Schazer has that weird town feel that I'm not sure where it comes from.

Smash/Pala/(2 of Stiq/Cat/Affle/Druple2)?

If Acio's getting bussed I'd probbbably go with Acio/Oz instead of Pala/Stiq?

Wtb more town reads.

Especially given I'm not completely sold on the town reads I do have.

17 minutes to dayend. Drupple if you're waiting for something before hopping onto a lynch then you're starting to push your luck.

It's really stressful being kingmaker, I feel liketown is gonna lose the game just because of me. Based on the arguments so far, I guess I'm gonna vote: Pala. Sorry, Acio lynchers.

Ah hell.

Cat? Affle? You around?

Alternatively, Schazer you feel like making a play?

Anyone want me to drop the result before dayend?

I feel like my intentions should be realizable from what I've posted but might be worth being safe about it?

Just before dayend seems like the single worst time possible to reavel a townfirm.

I feel like your intention was to magicbag your way through the day so congratulations on that.

omg granola stop go take a nap you're grumpy

Super grumpy.

Second time this game I just barely lost a lynch vs. an unlynchable except this time I really meant it.

If it's any consolation, Palamedes is pretty unlynchable as well. But of course that's useless to you because you're SCUMBUDS*.

*not serious. probably.

whoops look at that, deadline. garu out.

End of Day Four Votals

Acionyx (5) (Granolaman, OzTheWizard, Schazer, Palamedes, Stiqqery)
Palamedes (6) (SupahKiven, Acionyx, Eidolonic, Garua, Visceral, Druplesnubb)

Abstaining (2) (Affle, Cat)

For what seemed to be hours, two of the customers sat at opposite ends of the table, arguing back and forth. Others gathered around to offer their opinions, readying for the next arrest to be made. Right as I was reaching for the phone, one last opinion tipped the scales in Palamedes's direction.

I called Lyncroft and asked for the arrest, only to see Palamedes break into a sort of meltdown. After a few choice mutterings and a period of silence, Palamedes defiantly stood up and started yelling at me. Why he lashed out at me, I don't know. "I'm sick of these bullshit sham proceedings that are getting people killed! I'll go turn myself in, how about that?" Without any further word, Palamedes stormed out of the cafe and vanished into the streets.

I still made my way down to the police station, where I met Lyncroft waiting for me right at the front door.

"We didn't see you or the arrestee at the cafe," Lyncroft asked. "What happened?"

"He stormed out," I grumbled. "Said he was gonna turn himself in. Did he show up?"

"Not at all. I'll get the department to research him, but it'll take some time. Especially if he's not around to be questioned."

Palamedes has been LYNCHED.

"Hey, what the hell happened to the other one?" I asked, impatient. "Arrested them two days ago, said the background checks weren't available. Any progress? You did get checks on the Trash King done, right...?"

Lyncroft sighed. I knew this was going to suck. "Speedchuck? ...Vanished. Wasn't in the cell the next morning."

What the fuck.

I had no words. I was tired and didn't want to deal with any more today. I went back outside, walking into the twilight with Lyncroft's calls of "Wait!" echoing behind me. It was starting to snow, which never meant anything good in Caribou's Den.

I walked back, opting to take a longer path that was a little more well-lit than the usual alleyways I took to my cafe from the police station. One of the notable features of the city was an icy river that ran through hollow caverns underneath the city - a dangerous structural concern, yet for many years the hollow foundation never shifted a centimeter. A short roadway bridged the only gap in the city. As I walked along the bridge, pulling my shirt over my face to stop the bitter snow from pelting my eyes, I noticed something interesting.

At the side of the bridge was a staircase, partially obscured by the snow and showing signs of disuse. The most striking feature, however, was the splatters of blood that dotted the pathway. They were fresh - not recent, but certainly no more than a day or two old. Against my better intuition, I followed the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, resting next to an entrance to the sewers, was a dead body, partially frozen. I called Lyncroft from my cell phone, and the police soon came to extract the frozen corpse. Looks like I was in for a long night at the coroner's office, so I first finished travelling back to the cafe to shoo out the customers. Everyone had a concerned look when I both came back sans report and locked the door from the outside, but I had no time for questions.

When I got back to the police station, Lyncroft again greeted me.

"Looks like you found Speedchuck."

"What's the report say?"

When commuters and customers sit down in a cafe, one particular image always comes to mind for the cafe owners in Caribou's Den. In such a frigid, isolated environment, any individual can find comfort and solace in warmth and information. Coffee supply was my duty; it's my job to keep everyone alert and caffeinated. She had the goal of providing information.

Speedchuck was Eleanor Barton, the local deliverywoman for my cafe. She made a habit of stopping last on her morning route, popping in for coffee and to partake in one of her favorite hobbies: people watching. Her boss was been increasingly unhappy with her dillydallying in my cafe, but it was her favorite place to go.

As of late, however, with crime rates surging in Caribou's Den, she harbored the fear I might come under fire as a former police officer. It's an understandable concern - after all, I was initially very worried about supporting my family. To her, the discussion of events in the cafe was a good starting point for her own contributions. Everyone who arrived tended to pick up their newspapers in a set order, a fact she soon came to exploit. Cleverly enough, she slipped a few messages here and there to try and alert others of ongoings.

Speedchuck was a TOWN MESSENGER.

At Night, Speedchuck could choose a player and send a 140-character message to them by editing the contents of their newspaper. When they picked up their morning paper, they would find and read the message you placed in one of the articles.

Speedchuck was a LOYAL CUSTOMER, and thus held Caribou's Den's best interests at heart. He would achieve victory with his fellow cafegoers when all threats to the safety and stability of Caribou's Den were eliminated.

"Heading back?"

"Not tonight," I said. "I'll just remain here for the night. Probably safer at this point."

"I wouldn't bet on it, but okay."

-V.B.

Night Four ends Wednesday, July 9th at 10PM EST (~48 hours).

All players are advised to check into their Quicktopics during the night phase. Please be prompt and timely in submitting night actions, should you have them.

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SpoilerHow about that?

DAY FIVE
And Now, The Weather

JANUARY 20

Woke up again. My back hurt from sleeping on one of the prisoner's cots, but I wouldn't expect much in the way of courteous arrangements in a holding facility. Looks like sleeping in Lyncroft's police station did the trick, though. I managed to sleep a solid eight hours, the first without nightly interruptions or followed immediately by the sinking feeling that death was approaching.

My concerns vanished for a little bit as Lyncroft gave me a police escort to the cafe, where I met my patrons outside. Before going in, I made the ill-advised move of doing a headcount. Naturally, one was missing. My feelings of unease didn't subside once Lyncroft informed me they had a call for a break-in in the wealthy district of Caribou's Den. Considering all intruders so far have a habit of murdering their visitors, I carefully awaited a call from the coroner's office.

There was a small, outdated TV in the top ceiling corner to the right of the entryway that played the local news on repeat. Although the volume was kind of poor and nobody could hear the TV over the usual discussion, my patrons requested it remained on when I went to turn it off. I did enable closed captioning, however.

In the morning silence, I could hear the TV. And the silence was prolonged when someone pointed out that Affle was on TV. I can't believe I only noticed it now - he was on the television every morning, apparently.

"And now, here's Wallace, with the weather," the anchorman began.

Sure enough, Affle was the weatherman, a little late this morning.

"Thanks, John!" he began. "Well, I can certainly confirm last night was a chilly one? Why? Someone left my window open and tried to kill me! They failed, ha ha ha!"

Everyone in the cafe laughed along with his joking behavior. A bit morbid, if you ask me. The silence came soon afterwards.

"Yes, well, I survived. They trashed my place pretty good, but I got out. It's that business down at Vincent's, you know. They have us hunting for criminals, and those same criminals want us dead for our involvement. If you ask me, I'd steer clear of there until this all blows over. Or just don't visit for a bit. Either way, I'll be sleeping with extra locks on my doors from now on. And you can bet I'm not aiding in that endeavor any further. Take that, you murderous crooks! Anyway, today's high is 30 degrees Fahrenheit, with temperatures slowly dropping again into the teens tonight at 19 Fahrenheit. Wind gusts up to 33 miles per hour in the city today, with a 10% chance of snow showers tonight...

My attention trailed away from the TV to the phone call. I didn't bother to answer it - I knew who was missing from that weather report - and so did everyone else. I wrote up the summary and posted it on the corkboard, as per protocol.

Today's forecast? Snow, with a bitter wind. Tonight's forecast? Snow, with a bitter wind. Tomorrow morning's forecast? Blizzard conditions, again.

Being a weatherman in a place with such boring, predictable weather can be a drag. Hence his decision to take up the mantle in hopes he could be more exciting and entertaining than a weatherman who simply reads the temperature ratings and calls it a day. To that extent, Affle had developed a bit of a television persona as Wallace the Weatherman.

He laughed and told jokes during the weather segment. He wore a funny suit on occasion. He did whatever it took to make the weather not just another boring part of the news report. His entertaining antics made him a local star, and he gladly accepted fame. With a slight hop, a little skip, and a couple of dance moves, he breathed life into your co-anchors, who also took up his jolly ways. He made Caribou's Den a better place to live.

On one particular news segment, he even recognized and showed gratitude for having met me. Labeling me as a nice man and giving my business a leg up on one morning segment, he helped drive business during my first week here. I had more business and more regulars than normal for this portion of the city. The surge in crime, however, must've worried him. Likely out of concern for me - a man he liked from the off - he resolved to stay by my side, hoping his celebrity status will extend to me and grant me protection.

Affle was a TOWN VANILLA.

He lacked any special powers, aside from being able to talk during the day and having a lynch vote to make free use of.

Affle was a LOYAL CUSTOMER, and thus held Caribou's Den's best interests at heart. He would achieve victory with his fellow cafegoers when all threats to the safety and stability of Caribou's Den were eliminated.

"...Back to you, John."

"Thanks, Wallace. And now, for today's breaking news: housefires continue to spread in Caribou's Den. The relentless spree of arson has many residents rushing to the hardware store to buy fireproof insulation. Experts recommend you do not attempt to install it by yourself, but to hire a professional to assist you in fireproofing your home..."

Oh, right, the housefires.

"Anyone's house burn down lately?" I asked.

Someone raised their hand. I was hoping it was a joke, but the backpacks and travel suitcases they had said otherwise.

Druplesnubb's house has been BURNED TO THE GROUND.

Sigh.

Let's get another day over with.

-V.B.

Day Five ends July 14th, 10PM EST (~120-ish hours).

With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch. Softlynch has been abolished.

Livelist (11/19):
OzTheWizard
Mister Visceral
SupahKiven
Garuru
Acionyx
Druplesnubb
Stiqqery
Schazer
Eidolonic
Granolaman
Cat

That's two weird nightkills in a row if we're believing MV's story.