Genesis Mafia - Game Over!

[Albert B. Rampage]

oh nvm

[Untrod Tripod]

Final Day 1 Votecount

Albert B. Rampage
Jazzmyn
Juls
Lady Lambdadelta
Master Zik
Plum - 3 (Juls, zakk, Vi)
Quaroath
RedCoyote
Salamence20
SleepyKrew
vezokpiraka - 7 (LLD, Quaroath, RedCoyote, Plum, Salamence20, Jazzmyn, SleepyKrew)
Vi - 3 (Master Zik, ABR, vezok)
zakk

[SleepyKrew]

Get yo shit together UT

[Untrod Tripod]

holiday.

busy.

tomorrow.

[Untrod Tripod]

Final Day 1 Votecount

Albert B. Rampage
Jazzmyn
Juls
Lady Lambdadelta
Master Zik
Plum - 3 (Juls, zakk, Vi)
Quaroath
RedCoyote
Salamence20
SleepyKrew
vezokpiraka - 7 (LLD, Quaroath, RedCoyote, Plum, Salamence20, Jazzmyn, SleepyKrew)
Vi - 3 (Master Zik, ABR, vezok)
zakk

Peter Gabriel paced the carpet. He stopped by the window and threw his head back theatrically. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and whirled back around to address the group. He stalked over to Mike.

-You're the one ruining this reunion tour.
-Me?
-You. And you're to blame for indulging Phil's singing habit. If it weren't for you he would have stuck to drums where he belonged.
-Pete, he was a child actor. It was going to come up eventually.
-SILENCE! Show me your bag.
-Why?
-I THINK YOU'VE CONVINCED HIM TO DO THIS. LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR BAG.

Peter snatched Mike's messenger bag from under his chair and dumped the contents on the floor. Among the loose change, used condoms, and guitar picks was an album.

-AND THEN THERE WERE THREE????? We're on a goddamn reunion tour right now and you're playing this filth?
-I think it's pretty good.
-YOU'RE ON THIN ICE RUTHERFORD. I'm telling our agent. And you can have this back after the tour!

vezokpiraka,

...and Then There Were Three... [Town]

, lynched Day 1

Meanwhile...

Cult Leader:

So, Mr. Collins, you are rather rich. Since you have been so involved in our organization as of late we figured that you would want to pay us so that you could rise in level.

Phil:

Well, I dunno, I’m pretty happy with where I am now!

Cult Leader:

You would be much happier knowing more about our faith, Phil.

Phil:

I don’t know about that. I tend to do better when I don’t know anything and have no power.

Cultist 1:

You mean, like in Genesis?

Cult Leader:

DO NOT INSULT MISTER COLLINS, LACKEY! Well, Phil…perhaps you should think about it…over dinner.

Phil:

Well that would be lovely, thank you!

(A figure in a blue robe brings a bowl of soup to Phil)

Cultist 2:

This is your dinner.

Phil:

This soup looks wonderful.

Cultist 2:

It’s potato and bacon stew; might I offer you some ground death, I mean pepper?

Phil:

No, but thank you. I’m on a diet.

Cultist 2:

DAMN!

(The cultist scurries away)

Cult Leader:

Is the soup to your satisfaction?

Phil:

Yeah, it’s wonderful! So tasty. Its faint musky odor reminds me of me second divorce.

Cult Leader:

Does it now…?

Phil:

Yeah, it was a happier time for me, a simpler time. See I had just decided that I was actually into women again, I was living in a thatched hut off to the side of our recording studio. Now, mind you, thatched huts back in those days were actually made of old pairs of pants, due to the Great Thatch Shortage of ’71. Anyway, so we were laying there in bed one night when me wife said “Phil, darling, how do you feel about alternative fuels?” and I said “What’s fuel?” and she said “So what I’m thinking, is why don’t we use the power of our divorce to power a car” and at this point, naturally, I didn’t know about our divorce, or cars, or about how waste treatment plants worked. Let me tell you, that was a really informative documentary. I had no idea that Snuffleupagus was real or that women were so into him. Sexually, I mean. Anyway, so I’m reeling from the news of my divorce when–

Cult Leader:

I see you’ve finished your soup, Phil. Lackey, present Mr. Collins with the bill.

(A lackey passes Phil a small piece of paper)

Phil:

This is a bill for 30,000 dollars!

Cult Leader:

But, it was the best soup you’ve ever had, right?

Phil:

Well…yeah. Not that I know anything about soup, or food in general, or nutrition, or really anything having to do with edible or non-edible solids or liquids.

Cult Leader:

You can learn how to make this soup if you pay us double that price.

Phil:

I…MUST…KNOW!!!

Spoiler: vezok Role PM

vezokpiraka

...and Then There Were Three… - Town

Band Member - Mike Rutherford


Active Abilities
1. Many Too Many - Conditional Suicide Bomb

At any point when there are 5 players remaining in the game, you may target another player. That player will be targeted with a kill and you will die. If there are any protective active or passive abilities prevent the kill, you will still die.

Passive Abilities
1. You have the ability to cast votes for lynches.
2. You win when all threats to the town are dead.

Night Choices are due by 7/8 at 9PM EST

[Untrod Tripod]

(We now go to Phil Collins. He has decided to go on a Genesis reunion tour with just himself. He is in a store searching for something.)

Phil.

All right, so now that I’m in this One-Man-Band Suit Store, I’ll go find the perfect one-man-band suit! The one-man-band suit is an invention that could never backfire!

Shirley.

Hello, sir! My name’s Shirley. Can I help you find anything?

Phil.

Shirley MacLanie? What an honor! I loved you in Die Hard!

Shirley.

I wasn’t in Die Hard. And, I’m not Shirley MacLaine.

Phil.

Oh, don’t say that! Of course you are.

Shirley.

No, my name’s Shirley Collins.

Phil.

What a coincidence! That’s my name, too.

Shirley.

Really? But, you’re a guy.

Phil.

Well, actually, my middle name is Shirley. And my first name…

Phileesha.

Is Phileesha!

(Phil pulls a wig out of nowhere and throws it on his head. The saleswoman stares at him blankly.)

Shirley.

Why did you just put on a dreadlocks wig?

Phyleesha.

Oh, don’t be askin’ about my weave. Them’s family secrets.

Shirley.

I’m fairly sure what you’re doing should be morally offensive to me, but I’m mostly just amused.

Phyllis.

Honey, will you stop flirting with the sales girl and buy your one-man-band suit?

Phil.

Oh, I apologize, honey. Now, I’d like to purchase a sandwich.

Shirley.

Well, I think you’re looking for the Subway next door.

Phil.

Did I say sandwich? I mean a one-man-band suit. I’m looking for a one-man-band suit. Preferably with drums in the butt. See, I devised a dance move–

Shirley.

I’m not sure I know what you’re looking for. Though, we do sell an odd assortment of clothing. I’ll ask my manager. Oh, Chris!

Chris.

(From afar.) What?!

Shirley.

Can you help a customer?

(The manager runs over)

Chris.

A customer?! Why, hello there! I’m Chris T. Furry and I’m the manager of this establishment. How can I help you? Oh, it’s you, Phil Collins. What brings you to…er…this kind of establishment?

Phil.

You see, I’m searching for a one-man-band suit.

Chris.

Well, we have this nice catsuit…

Phil.

Ooh, is there a guitar in the front pocket?

Chris.

Well, it’s made of skintight latex, so there isn’t a front pocket. Were you looking for something a little heavier?

Phyllis.

Don’t get anything too heavy, honey!

Phyleesha.

Yeah, hon, you gon’ have to carry that yourself ‘cause Phileesha ain’t helping you.

Phil.

Oh, all right. Something mobile, but that can carry a bass guitar in the helmet. I’ve been working on playing the bass with me mind. Want to see?

Chris.

Uh…sure?

Phil.

ERGH! UGH! AAAAAAGH!

(Phil clenches all of the muscles in his ass several times.)

Phil.

It’d probably work a little better if I actually had a bass.

Chris.

I see…uh, how about this Aardvark suit? A little unconventional, but…

Phyllis.

That’s much too unsightly! You’ll be booed off the stage, honey!

Chris.

I guess your…uh…wife has a point, Phil.

Phil.

Stop making me purchase difficult! What I really need to happen with this purchase is a way to play the guitar with my thighs.

Chris.

I’m not sure we carry anything like that. Any ideas, Shirley?

Shirley.

Not at all.

Phil.

Well, darn! How can you call yourself a one-man-band suit store if you don’t sell one-man-band suits?

Chris.

We never claimed to be a one-man-band suit store. We sell fursuits.

Shirley.

To furries.

Chris.

Like me.

Phil.

Oooooooooooooh. That explains the smell of freak. Well, we’ll search elsewhere, thank you!

(Phil runs out of the store. Chris begins sobbing uncontrollably.)

Meanwhile....

Peter Gabriel is crawling around the hotel parking lot on his hands and knees like a dog. He is sniffing the ground, looking up purposefully, then running in a random direction. He runs into the dumpster and throws it open. Anthony Phillips is crouching inside the dumpster clutching his lone product with the band, Trespass.

Peter.

Anthony! What the devil are you doing here?

Anthony.

Oh... you know... just hanging out. Maybe you might need a guitarist so I thought I'd just sort of be around. In case you decided you loved me again.

Peter.

We don't.

Steve.

I'm the guitarist now!

Anthony.

I know, but... I was pretty good!

Peter.

Yeah, but we're with Steve now. Get out of here.

Anthony Phillips leaps out of the dumpster clutching a discarded half-full box of doughnuts. As he is sprinting towards his dilapidated camper van, he is hit in the neck with a dart. He falls over and dies. Peter walks calmly to the corpse of their former guitarist and pulls out the dart. It is wrapped in a piece of paper. Peter unfurls the paper



Just as he is reading it, a small plane flies overhead and drops a few dozen acoustic guitars on them.

Steve.

He thinks he's being clever.

Mike.

We are truly lost.

RedCoyote,

Trespass [Anthony Phillips]

, killed Night 1.

RedCoyote

Trespass - Town

Spoiler:

Band Member - Anthony Phillips


Active Abilities
1. Looking for Someone - 1-shot track

Spoiler:

Once during the game at night, you may target another player. You will be told who, if anyone, that player targeted. You will receive either "Player A visited Player B last night." or "Player A did not visit anyone last night."

Passive Abilities
1. You have the ability to cast votes for lynches.
2. You win when all threats to the town are dead.

With 11 alive it's 6 to lynch. Deadline is 7/23 at 5PM EST.

[Albert B. Rampage]

wow

vezok wagon was horrrendous

VOTE: Jazzmyn

[Albert B. Rampage]

willing to lynch Vi too

[Salamence20]

But fucking why?

Im soooooo sorry RC. I really am.

[Salamence20]

But RC's iso did make me think, is Vi playing off townies, since she knows RC/LLD are town?

[Salamence20]

Im soo pissed at myself right now that Ill be back later.

Sigh

[Juls]

So I'm about 5 pages behind still. Will try to finish reading and post tonight but I honestly thought RC/Vi. So I might need to reread the whole thing again.

[Vi]

Not lynching people is bo~ring. This doesn't change any of my reads at all.

Vote: Plum

(L-5)

But RC's iso did make me think, is Vi playing off townies, since she knows RC/LLD are town?

I can't tell if I'm annoyed at this line of thought or SUPER STOKED THAT I'M A MASTER OF MANIPULATION

YEAAAAAAAAAAAH

but I honestly thought RC/Vi

how do you even this

[Master Zik]

That was a very unmasterful display by all of us. How unfortunate.

VOTE: Vi

My vote goes here.

[Albert B. Rampage]

mehhhh Vi is too obvious. Jazzmyn is actually a superior lynch.

[SleepyKrew]

What the fuck does "too obvious" mean

[Albert B. Rampage]

You're a lettuce. Read RC's iso. Does he heavily suspect vezok and Vi? Draw your own conclusions instead of coming at me with your dumbass questions without question marks.

[Salamence20]

What the fuck does "too obvious" mean

DO SOMETHINNG

[Plum]

VOTE: SleepyKrew

like this is even some sort of question

[Jazzmyn]

So I'm about 5 pages behind still. Will try to finish reading and post tonight but I honestly thought RC/Vi. So I might need to reread the whole thing again.

If you "honestly thought RC/Vi", why were you voting Plum?

Regards,
Jazz

[zakk]

VOTE: SleepyKrew

like this is even some sort of question

Nice choice of low hanging fruit there, scum.

(no plum intended)

VOTE: Plum

So I'm about 5 pages behind still. Will try to finish reading and post tonight but I honestly thought RC/Vi. So I might need to reread the whole thing again.

If you "honestly thought RC/Vi", why were you voting Plum?

Regards,
Jazz

This is actually a good point; nice catch Jazz.

[zakk]

Okay looking back, what I see from Juls is this really weak reason for voting Plum.

Then she actually takes the trouble to explain to Plum why she's voting her, like she's trying to convince Plum (but not #really# Plum; wink wink; just whoever else happens to be watching that exchange) that it's a good idea to vote Plum, or at least, that Juls is not scummy for doing this, i.e. Huge scumpoints for Juls here completely independent of this interaction being with Plum

Not sure what this says about Plum but I could also see it from a Juls-bussing-Plum standpoint

[zakk]

mehhhh Vi is too obvious. Jazzmyn is actually a superior lynch.

what do you think of Juls?

[zakk]

(as opposed to/instead of Jazzmyn, I mean)

[Plum]

Yeah, we should totally let the guy who did nothing but quickhammer Day 1 and of whom RC appeared doubtful go on his merry way without even a smidgen of pressure. If this is low-hanging fruit, I'm willing to pluck, sue me.