The Revenge of Extreme Trainwrecked Mafia

[Kíeros]

Mister Visceral (Viking): Red, Blue circlet
El Ninja Monkey (Knight): Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, 2×Grey charm; Green, Blue circlet
Schazer (Shogun): Yellow, Green, Grey circlet
Granolaman (Musketeer): Green charm; Red circlet
BlazerC (Ninja): Red, Orange, Green, Blue charm; Yellow, Green, Grey circlet
MathGirl277 (Valkyrie): Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Grey Charm; Orange, Yellow circlet

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With "17" alive, it is "9" to lynch and "5" for soft.

Mister Visceral - 8 {Dragon Fogel, Solaris, El Ninja Monkey, Mirdini, Paranoia, Palamedes, Schazer, curiousCat}
Palamedes - 1 {Mister Visceral}
Paranoia - 3 {DecidedlyDevious, TehPilot}

Not Voting (6) - {A Killer Cuppa Tea, BlazerC, MathGirl277, seastormjt, Sruixan}

[A Killer Cuppa Tea]

HAMMAH: MV

Everyone forgot to use

I don't get my half win.

And I didn't get enough time to post today

I'm sad now

Wait no. I'm angry now.

Very angry.

Y'all better suck the hell up to me tomorrow before I kill all your children as their sleep in their cradles, shortly after I've finished profaning them in the most sadistic way I can think of. And believe me. I can think of some sadistic shit.

[Kíeros]

Day is not yet over.

[A Killer Cuppa Tea]

Ah, good, you can spend the rest of today sucking up to me instead, or alternatively, providing me with my half win.

[Mister Visceral]

Let's see. Did I cover everything? ~ATH is the stalker, granoldaman is a tentacle monster, and Pala looks pretty bad. I would lynch him tomorrow.

Man, should've saved my scream. :P

Oh how's this? This'll be fun.

I don't understand how you guys could be so incompetent and lynch me. There is absolutely zero evidence that could possibly point to the fact that I'm mafia. How stupid!

Oh wait, there was that one time... wait, nope. I can't think of it.

If you guys aren't going to actually think a lynch through, then don't expect me to play fairly next time. I'm just going to lynch you guys without even thinking about whether or not you guys are town. Why should I put effort into a game when you guys aren't even going to do so?

Really, it's your guys's loss. You can lynch me, sure, but it'll just show you how wrong you guys are. Maybe once I'm dead and flip town you guys will actually, you know, start thinking about your lynches instead of going with mob mentality. I mean seriously, Mirdini's rationale for lynching me was "he's voting a guy I think is town" which is one of the dumbest things I've ever heard. Then you guys just sheep him like you always do. It's frustrating, really.

Well, I hope you guys are alright with a townie being lynched, because it sure looks like that's the case. See you later, morons.

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Oh jeez, I hope that isn't as painful for you guys to read as fun as it was for me to type. :P

[Kíeros]

Everyone comes to the consensus that Mister Visceral is the one who should be killed; for being a false prophet against Godnoia. The hang him up in the field, while the fighters watch nearby.
He was was a Vanilla Town. However, before an unfortunate accident, he was The Spanish Inquisition's Lesser Known Brother. Since he didn't have fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, or dashing good looks, he was nowhere near as popular. What he did have, though, is torture. He could torture one person to get information about their role each night.
On Day One, he was a The Next Top Single. His goal was to find a you-tube video of music with less than 100 views and more thumbs down than thumbs up. That video will be posted in the daystart. If, at the end of the day, it has more thumbs up than thumbs down, he would have gotten a half-win.
On Day Two, he was The Unholy fusion of the Butcher, the Baker and the Candlestick Maker. He could choose to burn someone, give bread to someone, and burn someone. Yes, all three, because he was an unholy fusion. It'll do stuff.
Today, he was AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH H (Note: 40 A's, 11 H's). The lesser brother of the Wilhelm Scream, he may, once today, scream to reset all of the votes.

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The head engineer then walks out "Hey, I've gotten the train back on the tracks. We're good to go!" Everyone started dancing. Well, everyone but Dragon Fogel. When they checked on him, they found that he had been killed around 12 hours earlier.
He was Ohholyfuckwhatisthatthingkillitkillitkillit, the Giant Cockroach. Being a Giant cockroach, he could scare someone so that they are unable to perform their action each night. You are also nuclear-bomb proof, just so you know.
On Day One, he was the Tomato Plant Packaging Manager. You could sell part of his reserves to one person for them to sell tomatoes, and will get a part of the profits. Money may do something, so choose wisely.
On Day Two, he was Lunula (Goddess of missing parentheses. He must have failed to include a close-paren at every opportunity he could (which is every post. While he ddi so, he was a goddess (that means, he was invulnerable. He could also, one time, smite (daykill anyone who dares bother close his parentheses for him.
Today, he was pfhbbfbpfhbppfhbfthpfphhtphhfffthph. He could make a rude noise at someone, and they will be shown in the daystart as having done that..

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Granolaman then returned from space. Just that. Then the train headed back into the tunnel. However, as soon as the train started up, the circlets and charms from the participants started glowing. Some dully, others brightly. Regardless of the intensity, the further away from the battlefield, the brighter they glowed. As soon as the train passed into the tunnel, all the charms and circlets faded from the bodies of everyone. However, one final scream did not go unnoticed. As they looked, Schazer was being dragged backwards through the train, circlets glowing brightest of all. Everyone tried to hold on to her, but she got dragged through the back of the train, fading into her shogun costume once again. Permanently.
Schazer was Batman. She could deliver Justice to any role as long as one of their parent are alive. Justice will make them cry like babies and be unable to vote tomorrow.
On Day One, she was an Oyster. She could give a pearl to one player. This pearl will confer upon them great riches. Or blow them up; you can never be sure.
On Day Two, she was BATMAN, in 3D. People would revel at her cheesey awesomeness, and as such, she could not be lynched or killed tonight. However, she also could not vote or do her night action. So, she was a stump.
Today, she was The Twisted Lovechild of Aliens, Rednecks, A Cow, Nanobots, and Stephen Hawking. She may choose to abduct one person during the day. They will then return at night.

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And with that, roles will be out shortly.

[Kíeros]

Hey, guess whose internet crashed out right after that post? This guys. Roles imminent.

Also, I have been told that I failed to mention this, so for those of you who are not observant, MV's town, Schaz and Fogel were Mafia.

[granolaman]

That's for trying to kill Sruix ya damn tomato peddling bastard!

[granolaman]

Oh also, noooooooo waifu!

[granolaman]

Also goddammit, I finally get the chance to talk and no one else can. It's gonna be a long night for ol' Granola

[Doofaeus]

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maybe cat will post some ponied for you

[Schazer]

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maybe cat will post some ponied for you

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A fate worse than death itself. Well played.

Granola I've already intimated as such but if you're not the one to pull an Orpheus then we are through

[granolaman]

Oh yeah regarding that, para can you please see what you can do about rezzing her tonight? We're trying for an eloper survivor win so forget about the fact that she's scum. I'd like for us to cooperate on this, but if you refuse I'll take away your god voice, and that'll just be the start.

[granolaman]

Oh for Pete's sake I can't be the only one with nightchat! Somebody talk to me? Don't you want to know what secrets Schazer spilled to me during my day-and-a-half masoning? There's some pretty juicy stuff here, if only people wanted to inquire...

[A Killer Cuppa Tea]

Granola, im enlisting you, solly, mirdini and para (and schaz if she's still around) to help me get revenge on everyone who didnt for me during the day. I wanted my halfwin dammit >_>

[granolaman]

I can do vengeance, but I do have my own agenda so if something else comes up I may have to put your problems on the back burner.

[A Killer Cuppa Tea]

I can do vengeance, but I do have my own agenda so if something else comes up I may have to put your problems on the back burner.

Hey, i'm sure i can be of as much assistance to you as you can be to me. This is not a relationship in which i expect to take all and give nothing in return. You scratch my back and i scratch yours, ya dig?

[Kíeros]

Hey, Day will start within 36 hours, depending on how quickly everyone gets actions in. Quicker means better.

[Dragon Fogel]

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Okay, sure, I'll get mine in... oh, wait, dead. Carry on!

[granolaman]

Hmm, not sure how you can help me, but I'll accept for now.

Para, break a rule or two and give me a yes/no here, I'm assuming silence is defiance and will act accordingly.

Sruix, you're sending something to me tonight; it will not make it. If you want Schazer back you'll help me out and send it to Para if we don't get an answer we like. You're back in the running now ya see? Til death do we part and all that. You've got another shot at wooing the squid lady if we make this resurrection work.

[Sruixan]

The night had the audacity to pass at a blistering rate; quite conceitedly, it assumed that nothing of any merit was likely to transpire during its watch, so there was no harm in giving chronology a curt little nudge along its steadfast path. Oh sure, there were two nutters who seemed to think they’d prattle on through the small hours as if anyone were there to care, but there wasn’t. Anyone to care, that is. The lunatics were most certainly there and were, in fact, becoming more irksome by the hour. Thankfully, each hour was subject to a handy degree of leeway, what with time not being the most solid of concepts in the world of interdimensional travel. Well, worlds really. Before we start splitting more hairs it’s probably just best to say “it’s complicated” and leave it at that.

So yes, the night was being somewhat hubristic, though it supposed it had every right to. There were very few… things out there that could chasten it for its behaviour; even fewer could force it to listen. A twinge of complacency every now and again didn’t seem to hurt, although having said that… idly curious, it swept underneath the train, darting along its shadow as the train did its rails, clawing a tenebrous tendril up the notches in the carriage paintworks just to see if… it needn’t have worried. It wasn’t as if the influence in question was particularly adept at subtlety. Content, it drifted out, took a good long look at its stopgap dominion and began to wonder if it couldn’t just steal another second or so...

...a third figure stood on the roof of the train. Firmly footed, his aubergine cape fluttered slightly in the billowing breeze, squeezing a smirk out of his otherwise frosty composure. Either there hid many a layer of calm bravado behind that grin, or perhaps it was more a grimace as the interloper shat himself in fear. Goodness only knows?

“granola?” he warbled, “I apologise profusely for my tardiness (please, blame my exams), but might you be so kind as to lend me your ear? I’d, um, have arranged a beat but, yeah, time constraints…”

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TRANSCRIPT (you will need this!)

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Now I daresay I'm hardly an established rapper
(I've the occasional admiration for the chap-hop so dapper)
But I know when it comes to conveying emotions
There's no better expression than to put words in motion.

And indeed, having been on this damned locomotive
(A misnomer I say, for it's more roller-coaster),
My heart and my mind have been stressed and been strained
I've been up, I've been down and it thoroughly pains
Me to say - I have not been unscathed;
I'd a whole mental breakdown, I ranted and raved
'bout the man who's a thorn super-glued to my side
Oh granola, good chum, I simply cannot abide
By your snide; this reunion ride
Crossing planes of existence like dark streets at night
Was naught but a playground on which we did fight
To be the gleam in the blink of our dear Schazer's eye.

And oh my; the revilement and vaunting that flew!
And by my own admission I was crap at it too,
My mettle obscured by that strange purple shade
I just floundered and dawdled whilst you took the reins
And prevailed; your elopement was sneaky, I say
But cheeky and crooked, you devious knave
No gentleman true would have liked that his marriage
Took place in the bowels of a dank undercarriage!

My heart truly broken, with great indignation
I fled to my room with intent rather brazen
In vain, I lament, for before night could fall
Our eyes' single apple was torn from us all
Those nefarious circlets, some nebulous force
Had seen fit to curtail our dispute by its source
So I wept (but of course) with the grim realisation:
Revenge was far-fetched sans the foe's designation!

Aghast, downcast, love resigned to the past
For I fear no one else makes my heart beat as fast
As she did. A dearth of direction ensued:
My prepared machinations? What good would they do?
When compared to the being with whom I had vied
I was weak with a role that was rather benign
My one shot was to pitch, through a roll of the die
To the grandeur of chance and to hope I'd survive.

And I did.

granola, you braggart, you boss
Me around, for tonight, you believe that you hold
All the cards; what a farce! "Till death do we part"?
Pegged my wannabe killer so you think now you're smart?
That's a laugh - do I settle for a puppetry place
In your plans? 'fraid not! I refuse to be your pawn
Fullstop. Good grief, you've tentacles man!
There's slime on those cards, and your faltering grasp
Hints at - hey, you know what, I just don't care to say
(I'd do well to point out that I'd done anyway
What you'd asked; obeisant I am not but it seemed like a lark
And deserved it was of its own quick remark)

You forget that mere moments ago, you and I
Were entranced in a battle for love and for pride
Though the former has crumbled, our darling deceased
With the latter outstanding, the stakes have increased!
Our score must be settled - it's winner takes all
I challenge you thus to a poetry brawl
Call it rap if you must for the terms shall be yours
Simply voice your acceptance 'fore the breaking of dawn.

(and, um, uh, just to be clear, you don't have to do anything like this in the next 24 hours)
(that would be, you know, a bit unfair on you)
(I mean, this had taken me most of the weekend and it's still pretty dire)
(so, what you can do is just, you know, say if whether or not you're going to participate)
(if you're okay with it and all that and, well, then we'll just get down to business during the day I suppose...)

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tl;dr - I hereby challenge granola to a rap battle

Got that, Kíeros? You can stop nagging me about my night action now...

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Both my Britishness and my rhotacism are impressively prominent throughout.

Also my completely inability at rapping.

That too.

[A Killer Cuppa Tea]

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The slowclap.gif does not fit here. That. Was. Fucking. Epic.

[MathGirl277]

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Sruixan, can I put that to music? If yes, I'll see if I can have it done by Tuesday.
That's possibly the most amazing thing I've heard for quite a while.

Holy shiz that was fantastic. It really is
wow
Just wow.

[Kíeros]

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Sruixan, can I put that to music? If yes, I'll see if I can have it done by Tuesday.
That's possibly the most amazing thing I've heard for quite a while.

Holy shiz that was fantastic. It really is
wow
Just wow.

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I think there is music, specifically because this was linked in the post. However, it's not appearing because Tindeck is being a bluh and being down

ANYWAYS:
Last chance to change any actions you want; daystart is imminent.

[granolaman]

...
I'll see you at dawn.