Newbie 1607: Ferytales GAME OVER

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Newbie 1607:
Ferytales

Moderator: fferyllt

Player List (9)

dragonspawn

Kerma

MarioManiac4

Hydrangea Argos

Servanto
AngryPidgeon

AzureFlame4 SloppyJoe

Thespio

Bisanu

Dierfire (SE
RadiantCowbells (SE)
Hostile Intent

Clusk92

(SE)
Nachomamma8 (IC)

Spoiler: Alive

Nachomamma8

Spoiler: Dead

Servanto,

Town Cop

, lynched Day 1
dragonspawn,

Vanilla Townie

, killed Night 1
Dierfire,

Mafia Goon

, lynched Day 2
AngryPidgeon,

Vanilla Townie

, killed Night 2
Hostile Intent,

Vanilla Townie

, lynched Day 3
MarioManiac4,

Vanilla Townie

, lynched Day 4
RadiantCowbells,

Vanilla Townie

, endgamed
Thespio,

Vanilla Townie

, endgamed

Spoiler: Modkilled

None..ever

Spoiler: Vote Counter Settings

Living Players

MarioManiac4 (Replaces Hydrangea; Argos)
Thespio (replaces Bisanu)
RadiantCowbells
Nachomamma8

Links

Day 1: Post #4
Day 2: Post #325
Day 3: Post #626
Day 4: Post #692

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Newbie Setup

Matrix6 (as designed by Cogito Ergo Sum):

	A	B	C
1	Town Jailkeeper	Vanilla Townie	Mafia Goon
2	Mafia Roleblocker	Town Cop	Town Doctor
3	Town 1-shot Bulletproof	Mafia Goon	Town Tracker

Each Newbie Game will be given a setup that incorporates either one row or one column. The remaining six roles will be filled in by mafia goons and vanilla townies appropriately, to create a 2-mafia and 7-town setup. For example Row 1 (1 jailkeeper, 1 vanilla townie, 1 mafia goon) would add an additional 5 vanilla townies and 1 mafia goon, for a total setup of 1 jailkeeper, 6 vanilla townies, and 2 mafia goons.

*Roleblocker will take precedence over jailkeeper when resolving night actions should that apply.

Spoiler: Sample Role PMs

Vanilla Townie

Welcome!


You are a

Vanilla Townie

.


You have no special abilities.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

Town Jailkeeper

Welcome!


You are a

Town Jailkeeper

.


You may target one player per night phase. This player will be protected from kills and be prevented from using their own action, if they have one, during that night phase. You cannot target yourself.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

Town Cop

Welcome!


You are a

Town Cop

.


You may target one player per night phase. At the end of the night phase, you will be informed if they are

Town

or

Mafia

. If you are roleblocked, you will receive no result.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

Town Doctor

Welcome!


You are a

Town Doctor

.


You may target one player per night phase. This player will be protected from kills during that night phase. You cannot target yourself.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

1-shot Bulletproof Townie

Welcome!


You are a

1-shot Bulletproof Townie.

You will survive 1 kill attempt during the game. This does not include lynches.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

Town Tracker

Welcome!


You are a

Town Tracker

.


You may target one player per night phase. At the end of the night phase, you will be informed what player they targeted with their action, if any.

You win when all threats to the Town have been eliminated.

The game thread is here.

Mafia Goon

Welcome!


You are a

Mafia Goon

.


Your partner is PLAYER, who is a

Mafia Goon/Roleblocker

.


You share a factional kill each night. You must choose which of you will commit the kill. You also share a factional private thread, located here, which you may talk in during pregame and night phases.

You win when the Town has been eliminated, or nothing can stop this from occurring.

The game thread is here.

Mafia Roleblocker

Welcome!


You are a

Mafia Roleblocker

.


Your partner is PLAYER, who is a

Mafia Goon

.


You may target one player per night. This player will be prevented from performing their own action, if any.


You share a factional kill each night. You must choose which of you will commit the kill. You may commit the kill and perform a roleblock in the same night phase. You also share a factional private thread, located here, which you may talk in during pregame and night phases.

You win when the Town has been eliminated, or nothing can stop this from occurring.

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The game thread is here.

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Voting and Deadlines:

1. Voting must be bolded in the form

Vote: Player

- bold tags

Code: Select all

[b]Vote: Player[/b]

or

VOTE: Player vote tags

Code: Select all

[vote]Player[/vote]

or else they will not be counted. Unvotes are not required to change your vote, but they are helpful. Please note: I'm using an automated vote counter. If you don't use the vote tags, be sure to add a colon after the word "Vote".

2. I don't mind if you use nicknames/abbreviations when you vote someone. But if I have no idea who you're voting for, then the vote won't be counted. Please note: the vote counting application may be more finicky about nicknames than I am. If you notice that your vote hasn't been recorded, please let me know.

3. Lynches require a majority of votes: (number of living players/2) +1, rounded down.

4. If there's no majority at deadline, there's no lynch.

5. When the hammer vote is cast, all players, including the lynched may talk freely until the final vote count and lynched player's cardflip have been posted. I will lock the game thread at that time.

6. When you are hammered, on the following day, you may make a "bah" post with no game-relevant information. Nothing more.

7. Deadlines are set at two weeks and extensions will only be given in the most extreme of circumstances.

Prods and Replacements:

1. Prods will be given if you do not post in

48 hours

. Weekends count as a single full day in determining if a prod is due.

2. You will be replaced if you either do not respond to a prod, or need to be prodded more than 3 times total. You may request for a player to be prodded at any time, but the less you request, the happier your mod is. Prods requested when a player has been absent for less than 48 hours do not count for replacement purposes.

3. If you're V/LA, make sure I know. If you are V/LA for more than a week, I'd suggest requesting replacement, but that's not required. If a lengthy V/LA is adversely affecting the game (e.g., if you are not able to post minimally during that time), then your mod may replace you.without penalty.

Misc.

1. Dark Blue (#004080) is the color I will use for mod posts. Please don’t use this color or otherwise try to make your posts look like mod posts..

2. You can talk about the game in the private threads given to you via PM. Otherwise, please refrain from talking about this game outside of this thread, and don't talk about other games inside of this game. This is a sitewide rule. See announcement here.

3. No editing, deleting, using invisible texts, write in code, etc...

4. Don't quote or talk about any mod-recieved PMs. Your flavor is for you to enjoy and you only until the end of the game.

5. I make mistakes. If you notice I make one, please let me know.

6. Questions are vastly preferable to Modkills. If you're thinking about to do something that you're unsure is within the letter or spirit of these rules and the game of mafia, then tell me about it.

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Role PMs will be going out during the next couple of hours.

The game will start once 7 of 9 players have confirmed their alignment via PM reply.

I'll update this post as the pregame activities progress.

UPDATE 1: Role PMs have been sent

UPDATE 2: 5 of 9 players have confirmed.

UPDATE 3: 7 of 9 players have confirmed. Day 1 will start momentarily.

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Vote Count 1.1

Day 1 begins!

STILL as the holy of holies breathes the vast,
Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
Fire on the altar of the hills at last
Burns on the shadowy rim.

Moment that holds all moments; white upon
The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers
Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn
The hues of many hours.

Thrown downward from that high companionship
Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart,
Into the common daily ways I slip
My fire from theirs apart.

- Yosa Buson

Not Voting

(9): Kerma, Argos, Servanto, SloppyJoe, Bisanu, Dierfire, RadiantCowbells, Clusk92
Nachomamma8

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

Servanto and Clusk92 have 24 hours in which to post before I must seek replacements.
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VOTE: Fferyllt

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searching for a replacement for Clusk92

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Hostile Intent replaces Clusk92. Please welcome him!


Also, as a PSA, please note that in most games quoting or pretending to quote your role PM is not allowed. I know that's not what is occurring here, but I feel obligated to pontificate because I'd hate to see any of you modkilled in another game down the road.

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Vote Count 1.2

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

- William Shakespeare

Servanto

(1): Kerma

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Argos

(1): SloppyJoe

Nachomamma8

(1): Argos

Not Voting

(4): Servanto, Hostile Intent, Bisanu, Nachomamma8

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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Vote Count 1.3

Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden;
But the air was still, the cherry boughs were still,
And the ivy-tod neath the empty sill,
And never from her window looked out Mrs. Gill
On the Fairy shrilly mocking in the garden.

'What have they done with you, you poor Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy brightly glancing in the garden;
'Where have they hidden you, you poor old Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy dancing lightly in the garden;
But night's faint veil now wrapped the hill,
Stark 'neath the stars stood the dead-still Mill,
And out of her cold cottage never answered Mrs. Gill
The Fairy mimbling, mambling in the garden.

- Walter de la Mere

Bisanu

(2): Dierfire, SloppyJoe

Hostile Intent

(1): RadiantCowbells

Servanto

(1): Kerma

Nachomamma8

(1): Argos

Not Voting

(4): Servanto, Bisanu, Hostile Intent, Nachomamma8

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- Prods will go out in the morning
-

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Nachomamma8 has been prodded.

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Vote Count 1.4

'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,
And silence in the air serene,
Save for the beating of her heart,
The lovely-eyed Evangeline.

She sings across the waters clear
And dark with trees and stars between,
The notes her fairy godmother
Taught her, the child Evangeline.

As might the unrippled pool reply,
Faltering an answer far and sweet,
Three swans as white as mountain snow
Swim mantling to her feet.

And still upon the lake they stay,
Their eyes black stars in all their snow,
And softly, in the glassy pool,
Their feet beat darkly to and fro.

She rides upon her little boat,
Her swans swim through the starry sheen,
Rowing her into Fairyland-
The lovely-eyed Evangeline.

'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,
And silence in the air serene;
Voices shall call in vain again
On earth the child Evangeline.

'Evangeline! Evangeline!'
Upstairs, downstairs, all in vain.
Her room is dim; her flowers faded;
She answers not again.

- Walter de la Mere

SloppyJoe

(3): Nachomamma8, Servanto, RadiantCowbells

Servanto

(1): Kerma

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Nachomamma8

(1): Argos

RadiantCowbells

(1): Hostile Intent

Not Voting

(2): SloppyJoe, Bisanu

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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Vote Count 1.5

'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden;
But the air was still, the cherry boughs were still,
And the ivy-tod neath the empty sill,
And never from her window looked out Mrs. Gill
On the Fairy shrilly mocking in the garden.

'What have they done with you, you poor Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy brightly glancing in the garden;
'Where have they hidden you, you poor old Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy dancing lightly in the garden;
But night's faint veil now wrapped the hill,
Stark 'neath the stars stood the dead-still Mill,
And out of her cold cottage never answered Mrs. Gill
The Fairy mimbling, mambling in the garden.

- Walter de la Mere

SloppyJoe

(4): Nachomamma8, Servanto, RadiantCowbells, Hostile Intent

Hostile Intent

(1): SloppyJoe

Servanto

(1): Kerma

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Not Voting

(2): Bisanu, Argos

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:
Kerma has been prodded.

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Searching for a replacement for Kerma

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dragonspawn replaces Kerma. Please welcome him!

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Vote Count 1.6

First Fairy: Afar from our lawn and our levee,
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are heavy
And dream of the end of their days,
You move in another dominion
And hang o'er the historied stone:
Unpruned in your beautiful pinion
Who wander and whisper alone.

All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
You are wasting away, little fairy.

Second Fairy: Ah! cruel ones, leave me alone now
While I murmur a little and ponder
The history here in the stone now;
Then away and away I will wander,
And measure the minds of the flowers,
And gaze on the meadow-mice wary,
And number their days and their hours--

All: You're wasting away, little fairy.

Second Fairy: O shining ones, lightly with song pass,
Ah! leave me, I pray you and beg.
My mother drew forth from the long grass
A piece of a nightingle's egg,
And cradled me here where are sung,
Of birds even, longings for aery
Wild wisdoms of spirit and tongue.

All: You're wasting away, little fairy.

First Fairy [turning away]: Though the tenderest roses were round you,
The soul of this pitiless place
With pitiless magic has bound you--
Ah! woe for the loss of your face,
And the loss of your laugh with its lightness--
Ah! woe for your wings and your head--
Ah! woe for your eyes and their brightness--
Ah! woe for your slippers of red.

We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
She's wasting away, little fairy.

- William Butler Yeats

SloppyJoe

(3): Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells, Hostile Intent

Hostile Intent

(2): SloppyJoe, Servanto

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Not Voting

(3): Bisanu, Argos, dragonspawn

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:
Argos has been prodded.

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Seeking a replacement for Argos.

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Vote Count 1.7

Doubt no more that Oberon—
Never doubt that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymphs in a dark forest,
In the merry, credulous days,—
Lived, and led a fairy band
Over the indulgent land!
Ah, for in this dourest, sorest
Age man's eye has looked upon,
Death to fauns and death to fays,
Still the dog-wood dares to raise—
Healthy tree, with trunk and root—
Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,
And the starlings and the jays—
Birds that cannot even sing—
Dare to come again in spring!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

SloppyJoe

(4): Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells, Hostile Intent, Servanto

Nachomamma8

(2): Bisanu, dragonspawn

Hostile Intent

(1): SloppyJoe

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Not Voting

(1): Argos

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:
Argos is being replaced.

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Hydrangea replaces Argos. Please welcome her!

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Vote Count 1.8

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.

Every fairy child may keep
Two ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild--
I'd love to be a Fairy's child.

- Robert Graves

SloppyJoe

(3): Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells, Servanto

Nachomamma8

(3): Bisanu, dragonspawn, Hostile Intent

Bisanu

(1): Dierfire

Servanto

(1): SloppyJoe

Not Voting

(1): Hydrangea

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

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Vote Count 1.9

The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you.

The wheel of fortune guide you
The boy with the bow beside you;
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day,
And the luckier lot betide you.


To the old, long life and treasure,
To the young, all health and pleasure;
To the fair, their face
With eternal grace,
And the foul to be lov'd at leisure.

To the witty, all clear mirrors,
To the foolish, their dark errors;
To the loving sprite,
A secure delight;
To the jealous, his own false terrors.

- Ben Jonson

SloppyJoe

(4): Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells, Servanto, Hydrangea

Nachomamma8

(2): Bisanu, dragonspawn

Servanto

(2): SloppyJoe, Dierfire

Not Voting

(1): Hostile Intent

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

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Vote Count 1.10

HOW wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on ocean's wave
It blushes o'er the world;
Yet both so passing wonderful!

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Servanto

(5): SloppyJoe, Dierfire, Hostile Intent, dragonspawn, Hydrangea -- LYNCH!

SloppyJoe

(3): Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells, Servanto

Nachomamma8

(1): Bisanu

Not Voting

(0):

None.

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch

Deadline: May 31, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-05-31 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat

when ure hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when ure only hero falls

- Tupac Shakur

Servanto was a

Town Cop

.

Night 1 begins now and will end on June 2 at 2:00 AM US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-01 23:00:00)

[fferyllt]

SloppyJoe has requested replacement.

Night 1 countdown is paused at 2 days, 2 hours, 31 minutes until we have a replacement.

[fferyllt]

AzureFlame4 replaces SloppyJoe.

New Night 1 countdown: (expired on 2015-06-02 01:00:00), June 2, 4:00 AM US Eastern Time

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dragonspawn died last night. He was a

Vanilla Townie

.

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Vote Count 2.1

Day 2 begins!

Dense is sunrise from the mystic eye
The seven colors run riot at the door
Waves in store in the unknown port
Brilliant cherries in the light blue sky

The youthful sun is so golden sweet
Very soft on the patch of thick grass
In the silky glass a crimson fire-mass
Painted silence from gentle heat

The sun follows the day everywhere
Magenta bougainvillea radiate smile
In both sides of the beaming aisle
The day seeking night with lilac care

The evening orange intoxicates
The owls cry out: let’s harvest

- Probir Gupta

Not Voting

(9): Hydrangea, AzureFlame4, Bisanu, Dierfire, RadiantCowbells, Hostile Intent, Nachomamma8

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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They danced in the sky
On wings of silken petals
We were enchanted

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Vote Count 2.1

I
Airy, Fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
Laughing all she can;
She 'll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.



II
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs,
She, looking thro' and thro' me
Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks:
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple,
From beneath her gathered wimple
Glancing with black-bearded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.



III
Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gaiety without eclipse
Whearieth me, May Lilian;
Thro' my every heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prythee weep, May Lilian!


IV
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
Fairy Lilian.

- Alfred Lord Tenneyson

AzureFlame4

(2): RadiantCowbells, Hydrangea

Nachomamma8

(1): Bisanu

Not Voting

(4): Dierfire, AzureFlame4, Hostile Intent, Nachomamma8

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnig t US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- Nachomamma8 has been prodded.
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Bisanu has been prodded. Due to the prod falling just before the weekend, he has 48 hours to make a post rather than the usual 24.

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Vote Count 2.3

I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said "You must not weep"
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh"
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".


When once a meal I wished to taste
It said "You must not bite"
When to the wars I went in haste
It said "You must not fight".


"What may I do?" at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.

The fairy quietly replied,
And said "You must not ask".


Moral: "You mustn't."

- Lewis Carroll

AzureFlame4

(3): Hydrangea, RadiantCowbells, Nachomamma8

Nachomamma8

(2): Bisanu, Hostile Intent

Not Voting

(2): Dierfire, AzureFlame4

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Searching for a replacement for Bisanu.

[fferyllt]

Thespio replaces Bisanu. Please welcome him!

[fferyllt]

AzureFlame4 has been prodded.

[fferyllt]

Searching for a replacement for AzureFlame4

[fferyllt]

AngryPidgeon replaces AzureFlame4. Please welcome him!

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Vote Count 2.3

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.

About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down- still down- and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be-
O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea-
Over spirits on the wing-
Over every drowsy thing-
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light-
And then, how deep!- O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.

In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like- almost anything-
Or a yellow Albatross.

They use that moon no more
For the same end as before-
Videlicet, a tent-
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never-contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.

- Edgar Allan Poe

AngryPidgeon

(3): Hydrangea, RadiantCowbells, Nachomamma8

Nachomamma8

(2): Thespio, Hostile Intent

Not Voting

(2): Dierfire, AngryPidgeon

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

@Mod

Someone in the VC has since been replaced. Bisanu I think.

fixed, thanks!

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.4

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;--a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

AngryPidgeon

(2): RadiantCowbells, Nachomamma8

RadiantCowbells

(2): Thespio, AngryPidgeon

Thespio

(1): Hydrangea

Nachomamma8

(1): Hostile Intent

Not Voting

(1): Dierfire

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

I coulda hada pagetop votecount.

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.5

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

- Emily Dickinson

Dierfire

(2): AngryPidgeon, Nachomamma8

Nachomamma8

(2): Hostile Intent, Dierfire

AngryPidgeon

(1): RadiantCowbells

Thespio

(1): Hydrangea

RadiantCowbells

(1): Thespio

Not Voting

(0):

None.

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

Hydrangea is V/LA through 6/18
RadiantCowbells is V/LA through 6/14
- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.6

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day
I journey on, yet pensive turn to view
(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)
The streams and vales, and hills, that steal away.

So fares it with the children of the earth:
For when life's goodly prospect opens round,
Their spirits beat to tread that fairy ground,
Where every vale sounds to the pipe of mirth.

But them vain hope and easy youth beguiles,
And soon a longing look, like me, they cast
Back on the pleasing prospect of the past:
Yet Fancy points where still far onward smiles
Some sunny spot, and her fair colouring blends,
Till cheerless on their path the night descends!

- William Lisle Bowles

Dierfire

(3): AngryPidgeon, Nachomamma8, Thespio

Hostile Intent

(1): RadiantCowbells

Thespio

(1): Hydrangea

Nachomamma8

(1): Dierfire

Not Voting

(1): Hostile Intent

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

Hydrangea is V/LA through 6/18
RadiantCowbells is V/LA through 6/14
- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.8

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.


I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.


With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.


I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.


I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

- Top Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

Dierfire

(4): AngryPidgeon, Nachomamma8, Thespio, Hostile Intent

Hostile Intent

(1): RadiantCowbells

Hydrangea

(1): Dierfire

Thespio

(1): Hydrangea

Not Voting

(0):

None.

With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch

Deadline: June 17, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-16 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

When the moon is full

On a starless night

A lone Sidhe puts his lips to the horn

And he begins to blow



The music echoes through the fog

Each Sidhe picks up the song

The grey horses lift their ears

Answer the call, then begins to run across the bog



They ride in the wild hunt

Strange wild and free

The mist roils as they fly

Everyone douth flee



They ride through the forest dark

The ground is hard

They kill on a lark

Full of the battle lust



A fire burns inside their hearts

Driving others to pain

They destroy, they hurt

For nothing to gain



When the moon is full

On a starless night

A lone Sidhe puts his lips to the horn

And he begins to blow

- Elizabeth Chamberlain

Dierfire was a

Mafia Goon

.

Night 2 begins now and will end on June 19 at Noon, US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-19 09:00:00)

[fferyllt]

POEM TO A DEAD PIGEON

Grey and white feathered bird
You lie there dead
for all to see
in the sunlit morning

Most people pass you by
for you are a dead bird
grey and white
your feathers in the sun


The green stocking girl
who sells her wares on the corner
bananas and dates and oranges
they are selling in the market

I bend down
on my knees
in the sunlit morning
and kiss your wing
grey and white
gleaming in the sun

No more
shall you aspire
air and cloud and sky

No more
The noises of the rabble
to wet your thirst

No more
on this earth
poor bird
shall the light
blind you to darkness

No more
poor
bird
No more

- Jack Micheline

AngryPidgeon was a

Vanilla Townie

.

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.1

Day 3 begins!

At a glance the stars fell to Earth
A process that began with nature's birth
Dismal rays of light in the aftermath
Paint the mood of this circumstance
The land fell silent and the land felt cold
Until a burst of light after the word "Behold!"
Eyes dazzled by magic, ears tickled with sound
Yet this great magician was no where to be found
A reassuring hum began to permeate the air
As it faded it took with it all the people's cares
And their minds and their thoughts melted away peacefully
While dark creatures ate their hearts and souls, piece by piece

- Unknown

Not Voting

(5): Hostile Intent, Hydrangea, Thespio, Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells

With 5 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 3, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-02 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.2

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.


It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.

- Thomas Moore

Thespio

(1): RadiantCowbells

Not Voting

(4): Hydrangea, Thespio, Hostile Intent, Nachomamma8

With 5 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 3, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-02 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

Prods will go out tomorrow morning, if needed.
-

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.3

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.

There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.


Yet I recall not long ago
A bright and sunny day,
'Twas when I led a toilsome life
So many leagues away;

That day along a sunny road
All carelessly I strayed,
Between two banks where smiling flowers
Their varied hues displayed.


Before me rose a lofty hill,
Behind me lay the sea,
My heart was not so heavy then
As it was wont to be.


Less harassed than at other times
I saw the scene was fair,
And spoke and laughed to those around,
As if I knew no care.


But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell.


Whence came that rising in my throat,
That dimness in my eye?
Why did those burning drops distil --
Those bitter feelings rise?

O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood's hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.


I had not then mid heartless crowds
To spend a thankless life
In seeking after others' weal
With anxious toil and strife.


'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times
That never may return!'
The lovely floweret seemed to say,
And thus it made me mourn.

- Anne Bronte

Hostile Intent

(2): RadiantCowbells, Thespio

Not Voting

(3): Hydrangea, Hostile Intent, Nachomamma8

With 5 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 3, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-02 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.4

How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,
" Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to-night.
"
Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
These throbbing temples softly kiss;
And bend my lonely couch above
And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.


The world is going; dark world, adieu!
Grim world, conceal thee till the day;
The heart, thou canst not all subdue,
Must still resist, if thou delay!

Thy love I will not, will not share;
Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound - thy wrongs may tear,
But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!
While gazing on the stars that glow
Above me, in that stormless sea,
I long to hope that all the woe
Creation knows, is held in thee!

And, this shall be my dream to-night;
I'll think the heaven of glorious spheres
Is rolling on its course of light
In endless bliss, through endless years;
I'll think, there's not one world above,
Far as these straining eyes can see,
Where Wisdom ever laughed at Love,
Or Virtue crouched to Infamy;

Where, writhing 'neath the strokes of Fate,
The mangled wretch was forced to smile;
To match his patience 'gainst her hate,
His heart rebellious all the while.

Where Pleasure still will lead to wrong,
And helpless Reason warn in vain;
And Truth is weak, and Treachery strong;
And Joy the surest path to Pain;
And Peace, the lethargy of Grief;
And Hope, a phantom of the soul;
And Life, a labour, void and brief;
And Death, the despot of the whole!

- Emily Bronte

Hostile Intent

(3): RadiantCowbells, Thespio, Nachomamma8

Not Voting

(2): Hydrangea, Hostile Intent

With 5 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 3, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-02 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

His face is quite battered
Scars stand out in red
His wings are all tattered
A quiver with arrows adorns his hunched back
A worn sword falls at his hip
In his hand, a bow ready to crack
A patch across one eye
A scar through the other
He looks as if he’s about to die
A fallen crown at his feet
That once sat on his head
He looks at it sadly, a sign of defeat

- The_Pen_is_Mightier

Hostile Intent was a

Vanilla Townie

.

Night 3 begins now and will end on June 27 at 1:00 PM, US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-06-27 10:00:00)

[fferyllt]

Unfortunately, I didn't see the unvote in post 677 and the vote counter application doesn't recognize an unvote in that format.

My apologies to Hostile Intent and the other players. It's a terrible error on my part.

What has been seen cannot be unseen. Night three proceeds.

[fferyllt]

Night 3 passed uneventfully. No one died.

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.1

Day 4 begins!

In the coolness of the evening
Beside a glowing Sapphire Stream
Slept a nest of fairies
In the midst of fairy dreams.

The night breeds dreams in the village
Brought with the fairies' enchanting dust.
Now they make the flowers their bedding.
Exhausted and spent, but fairies do what fairies must.

When the first light of day filters through the trees
You can hear the beginnings of an enchanting tune,
As the fairies wake and spread their wings
Bringing on their morning new.

They pollinate the stamens, dance around the stems.
They giggle and play in the most dazzling way,
Fluttering through the flowers and ferns,
Hidden in the deepness of woods in private display.

In the very center of the forest
Stands a clearing void of trees.
The epicenter of forever after;
The High Court of the Fairy Queen.

The Queen showers the Fairy Kingdom
With magic to make them only appear
To those who believe in mystery,
To those who choose to hear.

- Amy Bells

Not Voting

(4): Hydrangea, Thespio, Nachomamma8, RadiantCowbells

With 4 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 12, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-11 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

[fferyllt]

Hydrangea has been prodded.

[fferyllt]

Searching for a replacement for Hydrangea.

[fferyllt]

MarioManiac4 replaces Hydrangea. Please welcome him!

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 4.2

I STOOD against the window

And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies

Hanging from the stars;
Everywhere and everywhere

In shining, swinging chains;
The air was full of shimmering,

Like sunlight when it rains.

They kept on swinging, swinging,

They flung themselves so high
They caught upon the pointed moon

And hung across the sky.
And when I woke next morning,

There still were crowds and crowds
In beautiful bright bunches

All sleeping on the clouds.

- Rose Fyleman

MarioManiac4

(1): Thespio

No Lynch

(1): RadiantCowbells

Not Voting

(2): Nachomamma8, MarioManiac4

With 4 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 12, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-11 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

[fferyllt]

looks like a lynch but I'm on phone with a terrible connection. Will post flip and stuff as soon as I can. meanwhile, carry on and have fun!

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 4.3

A gallant city has been builded far
In the pied heaven,
Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star
Of crystal even;
Around a harbor of the twilight glowing,
With jubilant waves about its gateways flowing

A city of the Land of Lost Delight,
On seas enchanted,
Presently to be lost in mist moon-white
And music-haunted;
Given but briefly to our raptured vision,
With all its opal towers and shrines elysian.

Had we some mystic boat with pearly oar
And wizard pilot,
To guide us safely by the siren shore
And cloudy islet,
We might embark and reach that shining portal
Beyond which linger dreams and joys immortal.

But we may only gaze with longing eyes
On those far, sparkling
Palaces in the fairy-peopled skies,
O'er waters darkling,
Until the winds of night come shoreward roaming,
And the dim west has only gray and gloaming.

- Lucy Maud Montgomery

MarioManiac4

(3): RadiantCowbells, Nachomamma8, Thespio

Not Voting

(1): MarioManiac4

With 4 alive, it takes 3 to lynch

Deadline: July 12, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-07-11 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

-

A lynch has been achieved!

- [/area]

[fferyllt]

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a faery's child:
Her hair was long, her foot was ligh,
And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said,
"I love thee true!"

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gazed and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild, sad eyes---
So kissed to sleep.

And there we slumbered on the moss,
And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cried---"La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill side.

And that is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

- John Keats

MarioManiac4 was a

Vanilla Townie

.

The Mafia team of

Spoiler:

Dierfire

and

Nachomamma8

have won!

[fferyllt]

I'll post the private threads in about a half hour.

Thanks so much to everyone who played, and a special thanks to the many replacements!

[fferyllt]

Mod Notes: http://forum.mafiascum.net/viewtopic.php?f=90&t=61854
Mafia Thread: http://forum.mafiascum.net/viewtopic.php?f=90&t=61856
Dead Thread: http://forum.mafiascum.net/viewtopic.php?f=90&t=62043