[Game Over] Potato Cult Mafia (The End of the ALFDM - Mafia/Survivor Win)

[TehPilot]

Fuck... okay, my mom sprung a trip on me. I'll be on a lot less than I'd like, but I'll still be on. So please don't lynch me for inactivity, pleeeeeaaaaaseeeeee?

You should be fine as long as you're somewhat present.

JULY 31st

- Log #5 -

I've been wandering around this area for weeks now. It hasn't been long since I got out of that catastrophe on rails... and my search for home is slowly driving me nuts. I haven't seen one sign of civilization nearby, and I've barely scraped by in this unforgiving wilderness...

I do not think I can survive much longer out here. I need to find my friends as soon as possible, especially if that f tedtawar bu n eecttaut knogoorint h true.

Either way, I know their assailants are also pursuing me. I face many dangers communicating openly about this online, for I know they may be reading this and tracking my moves. Hopefully they will be as lost as I am in g disienynf fmridn...

Either way, upon completion of this log, I will destroy this computer. I will eliminate any data stored on it and leave it behind me. I have a lead on where the place is, but I can only hope my lead is correct. With any luck, I will have found my powers again... and when I do, I can find my way.

I will leave behind a brief summary of the situation my friends and I face at the hands of these vile criminals. If anyone should find this laptop and salvage the data, please inform the authorities of the world. My friends and I suffer from a disconnection, and thus, we cannot rceiudinrnna ommefneyo opt o fra...

> enable console

> load game
> Identify name of game:
> Potato Cult Mafia_
> Identify file directory:
> C:/Users/████████/Desktop/pcm/_
> Directory found.
> Loading relevant files...
> Loading role information...
> Done!
> Loading relevant flavor...
> Loading first post...
> Loading miscellaneous game constructs...
> Done!

> Acquiring information...


Located within a region far removed from other civilized areas, a group of vagabonds begin to formulate their own society...

Driven out of larger places and settling in a beautiful, scenic countryside valley, they established a small order and lived their lives peacefully for about four years. Their only shelter was a large, box shaped home they came to know and love. The renegades would soon name themselves after the home they lived in and the shape it took. They were known as the ████████.

Of course, things took a sour turn when their former leader, ████████, had left them and ultimatley left the box house to be abandoned. One of their prime members, ████████, also jumped ship - running off to set up his own society of people obsessed with a very specific root vegetable.

The Potato Cult, as they were known, modeled the society the founder of ████████ had abandoned. Soon enough, their leader ████████ also left and vanished on a train, leaving their current whereabouts unknown. With no clear leadership and with the mention that there may be a treasure in scenic ████████, the Potato Cult set out for the old leader’s place of origin - ████████ itself - to ransack it and take what they could find. No stone would be left unturned until they located the ████████████, which if they fell into the wrong hands, would prove disastrous.

Of course, when they all got there, the original inhabitants had returned on notice of a raid from an outside third party. And the original ████████ refused to give up their sacred treasure to a band of scraggly cult members. To them, it would be a fight to the death to ensure these cultists would not get their dirty, potato-loving hands on the ████████████, artifacts long pursued and desired by different terrorist groups. Of course, the defense against their latest menace would soon break down, and the innocent ████████ would soon find themselves in a predicament that -

ERROR

TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED. CONNECTION LOST.

Starting about now or soon in the very near future, personal messages containing quicktopics will be arriving shortly. Confirm your presence in your quicktopics. When I get enough confirmations, Day One the game will begin.

Thank you for joining the Anti-Late FedEx Deliveries Movement.

[GenetiXientist]

That second letter reads much better if you replace most of the censored material with fast food places, names and references.

[Palamedes]

Fuck... okay, my mom sprung a trip on me. I'll be on a lot less than I'd like, but I'll still be on. So please don't lynch me for inactivity, pleeeeeaaaaaseeeeee?

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Lynch: Fwee
The ALFDM does not accept your feeble excuses

[TehPilot]

Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I have enough confirms. Let's get this party started.

> Relocating signal...
> Signal acquired!
> Loading pertinent information...
> Done!

> display

DAY ONE
The Anti-Late FedEx Deliveries Movement

Like any fledgling yet mysterious little organization, the ALFDM would holds its first meeting in some secluded, suspicious little building. The twenty-four who signed up found themselves commuting to some remote location - the area appeared to be some kind of small town in the middle of absolute nowhere. The valley in which the town was situated in was a rather beautiful place, though. It seemed as if this small village had been left alone for centuries...

The first conference of the ALFDM took place in what appeared to be a large dining hall, devoid of furnishings except for a large wooden platform, situated in the center along the back wall. The platform seemed to give a sinister presence, looming over the room and drawing attention away from the elaborate stained-glass window that made the ceiling.

The twenty-four members of the union shuffled around, many vocally whining about the lack of availible seating and the uncomfortably warm temperature of the room. Old newspapers were stacked along the left side wall. Some people picked up the papers hoping to read the news they missed rushing to the meeting, except they soon found the stories were outdated.. and outlandish.

"Suicide Bomber Throws Interpol Agent, Himself Out 22nd Story Window." A crumpled newspaper flew across the room. "Who writes this mind-numbing drivel?"

Curious, some other people picked up newspapers. The stories were all equally outlandish:

Felt-Colored Gang Destroys Casino, Kills 22
Divine Intervention Wipes Out Entire Criminal Organization
Lone Serial Killer Burns Community To The Ground
Purple Haze Engulfs Multidimensional Train
Mysterious Machine Wipes Out Entire City

As the members of the newly-found union against mail carriers continued to complain about the outlandish reading material, a man appeared on the podium. The man had no apparent features - he was merely a pitch-black shadow with slight wisps of darkness coming off of him. The crowd quickly fell silent as he began his speech.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I have gathered you all here today..." The man's voice was monotonic and threatening in nature, and his words along made the crowd freeze in fear. The man quickly surveyed the crowd, chuckled a little, then resumed his monologue.

"I'm sorry to say there's no such thing as the 'Anti Late FedEx Deliveries Movement.'" He took a brief pause to snicker slightly, then continued on. "It sure was an effective lure, though." The man then pulls out a small, glowing stone from his pocket and holds it up. "This is why you are here."

"This thing's called a DRAGONSTONE. They're powerful and rare artifacts, and there's a whole lot of them underground here. I've gotten word that a heist has been planned. They can be moved away from this valley effortlessly by our transportation system, but it seems we need some assistance in moving them from the vault to the transport area."

The crowd grew angry, demanding to know why they had been suckered into moving legendary artifacts guarded by a seemingly criminal man. As the angry crowd grew more and more discontent with the apparent truth, they demanded answers from the man.

"Alright, I'll explain," he snarled. "I work with a group of individuals who have recovered these stones and live in this area. We are the Epicboxlanders, and we've come under attack from a group we have identified as the Potato Cult. Should these gems fall into the wrong hands, who knows what could happen."

An angry crowd member quickly replied to his explanation. "Well, where are these 'epicboxlanders' anyways? Why don't they haul their own load of gems?"

"They're among you folks." The man appeared to shoot a few sideways glances at people, being careful not to give them away. "We sent letters not only to intelligent, law-abiding citizens, but some to the leaders of this town here. You're safe as long as I have the situation under control-"

In that instant, the stained glass ceiling shattered. With nowhere to duck for cover, a hail of fragmented metal pieces and glass shards rained on the unsuspecting crowd. Amidst the deadly rain, another shadowy man appeared in a flash of light, threw the organizer's head through a noose, and kicked him off the platform. The assailant merely laughed as the man, helplessly stuck in the noose, choked to death. With another flash of light, both of their bodies vanished.

When the chaos settled down, all that remained on the platform was one lone note...

We're here, too.

...Oh, and we support FedEx.

Knowing the Potato Cult was among them and in support of the vile scum that is FedEx, the crowd turned to the one recourse they could think of: the noose. And thus began the lynching...

Day One ends August 4th at 10PM EST. (~123 hours)
With 24 alive, it takes 8 to softlynch and 13 to lynch.

Livelist (24/24):

1. Fwee
2. Eidolonic
3. SupahKiven
4. InoxFy
5. seastormjt
6. Acionyx
7. El Ninja Monkey
8. Scionwoods
9. Airey
10. Paranoia
11. Pharas
12. anacreon
13. MasterBlade
14. Epamynondas
15. Doofaeus
16. irrelevantEternity
17. ThunderJolt
18. causelessCogitation
19. crepuscularDissembler
20. GenetiXientist
21. OzTheWizard
22. Potato Panic
23. Zatch
24. Sruixan

[Airey]

LYNCH PHARAS

she likes potatos

[seastormjt]

Vote: Potato Panic. That's what the RNG says, and besides, how could she not be part of the Potato Cult?

[irrelevantEternity]

Vote: MasterBlade

:3

[causelessCogitation]

Yay, my first RVS!

Vote seastormjt

Brings back memories, doesn't it?

[InoxFy]

I was going to vote a Vote: Potato Panic but ssjt beat me to it :!
So I'll Vote: ThunderJolt

Because you can make an electrolytic cell with a potato.

[GenetiXientist]

Seedy. As always. Seriously, can people just, I dunno, automatically place my vote on Seedy at the start of every mafia game I ever play?

[MasterBlade]

Lynch Fwee; his name is clearly an amalgam for FEDEX!!!

[anacreon]

Vote seastorm for stealing my reason for voting potato

[Fwee]

There's not even an X there.. :V

Also I'm a girl.

Hmm...
Vote Zatch because Zatch Bell was bad. :|

[Potato Panic]

Vote: Potato Panic. That's what the RNG says, and besides, how could she not be part of the Potato Cult?

I'm panicking about potatoes, not cult worshiping them sillies : P

Also Lynch: Paranoia because Potato Cult has 10 letters : o

[MasterBlade]

because Zatch Bell was bad. :|

Thats herecy right there mOtHeRfUcKeR.

[El Ninja Monkey]

LYNCH AIREY FOR ALLCAPS VOTING!!!!!!!!!

[crepuscularDissembler]

vote: Gene
I'm so glad you're playing in this one `v`

[ThunderJolt]

Well VOTE: DOOFAEUS obviously

Also nooo, I have a Zatch avatar are you going to vote me too Fwee

[Fwee]

You're next... muahahahahaha....

Or not. Iunno, I was just trying to contribute to the voting. This is my favorite stage!
Also, what kind of cake does everyone like?

[causelessCogitation]

You're next... muahahahahaha....

Or not. Iunno, I was just trying to contribute to the voting. This is my favorite stage!
Also, what kind of cake does everyone like?

Silly Fwee, the cake is a lie!

[GenetiXientist]

vote: Gene
I'm so glad you're playing in this one `v`

As am I; I missed the rampant paranoia and overanalyzing ^v^

[Pharas]

LYNCH PHARAS

she likes potatos

LYNCH AIREY

>: You spelled potatoes wrong.

[Eidolonic]

Lynch: Pharas

Because potato.

[Pharas]

>:

[Airey]

LYNCH AIREY

>: You spelled potatoes wrong.

nope, that is how you spell it in my country