Mini 1023 - City Watch Mafia - Game Over!

[molestargazer]

"Ah, Vimes."
Lord Vetinari barely looked up from his paperwork as Commander Vimes of the City Watch staggered in, looking slightly punch-drunk. He had been caught up by several officers on patrol on his way to the palace, and things weren't looking good. It was nearing Koom Valley day again, and despite the truce, the citizens of Ankh-Morpork were being worryingly liberal in their possession of big clubs and axes.
"Yes, sir." Vimes settled himself comfortably into his upright pose, his eyes finding that familar spot on the wall to stare at slightly above and to the left of Vetinari's head. The crack in the wall seemed to have changed a little since last time.
"I've heard that there's a plot to take down the City Watch." Vetinari said, looking up and giving Vimes a sharp look - which he determinedly ignored.
"Yes, sir."
"Vimes."
"Yes, sir."
"Look at me."
"Yes, sir." Vimes continued to stare at the wall. This meeting was particularly bad, he thought to himself. I can feel his gaze on me. He could probably cut through paper with it.
"They've infiltrated the Watch House."
"Yes, sir. Not difficult, sir. The door sticks and I'm sure half the windows don't-"
"That's not the problem, Vimes. They're going to attack your men. And then you."
"Yes, sir. We'll look into it, sir."
"I don't think you'll need to look very far, Vimes. Warn the men, will you?"
"Yes, sir."
Vetinari sighed. It was always the same.
"Very well then Vimes. You may go." Vimes saluted and turned to leave. He continued walking calmly away from Vetinari's office until he was sure he was out of earshot. That was when he broke into a run, then a sprint, shoving the palace guard out of his way as he charged through the gates. Someone attack his officers? Bring down the watch? Not on

my

damn watch, he thought.

CITY WATCH MAFIA

There had been a call for the special constables to report to Pseudopolis Yard. Sgt Fred Colon

proceeded

(Mind always on the job) down the road towards the Watch House, holding in a clenched fist the latest note from his wife, left on the table this morning. He pushed open the doors of the watch house, to find it completely empty, save Lance-Constable A.E. Pessimal sat at the front desk, furiously scribbling one of his reports, scabbard on the wrong way round.
"Uh." Sgt Colon grunted by way of greeting. A.E. Pessimal turned with ferocious discipline and saluted.
"Sir."
"Where is everyone?"
The look of concentration on Pessimal's face turned more into one of worry - or at least, as much worry as his face could manage after serving for 10 years in the civil service being shod of all emotion. With unusual carelessness, he jerked a thumb towards the dressing room. Colon pushed open the door, and stopped in his tracks. A cluster of most of the watch, at least 30 of them, were gathered around something on the floor, stood in furious conversation. On the floor lay the special constables who had turned up early. All of them dead.

Special Constable Andy "Two-Swords" Hancock, TOWNIE, has been killed.
Special Constable Boggis, TOWNIE, has been killed.
Special Constable Harry "Can't Remember his Nickname" Jones, TOWNIE, has been killed.

Colon turned away, turning faintly green, as Commander Vimes stood up on one of the benches and called out to the dozens of assembled watchmen.
"No-one leaves this room! No-one goes off alone until we find the killers! It's someone here..."

[molestargazer]

The Rules

1. This is game. Enjoy yourself, but play to win.

2. No editing or deleting posts.

3. No talking to other players outside the game thread unless your Role PM states specifically that you can.

4. No quoting any PMs from me, including Role PMs. Doing so will get you modkilled. Paraphrasing is OK.

5. Vote for a player to be lynched by using the

Vote: molestargazer

format. You must

unvote

before voting again.
5-1. If I see any abuse of this rule (deliberately not unvoting to make a player believe they're lynched, etc), I will count the faked vote as if it was a real one anyway.

6. Days will last 2 weeks. Nights will last up to 72 hours, but may be cut short if I get all actions in before then.
6-1. If discussion is lagging, I may impose a shorter deadline at my own discretion. Deadline extensions will happen on request - but will only happen once per day at most, and if I feel there's enough activity to warrant one.

7. A lynch requires a majority (50% rounded down + 1) vote. You can also No Lynch, by using

Vote: No Lynch

.
7-1. If there is no majority by deadline, only a half-majority is needed. (Majority / 2, rounded up if necessary)
7-2. If there are 2 players with the same amount of at least half-majority votes at deadline, then I will lynch the one who reached that number of votes first.

8. After someone has been lynched, discussion may continue until I can get to the thread and end the day. If you are dead you may not post, save for one "Bah" post which may not contain any information relevant to the game.

9. Don't use small / invisible font, don't use

orange text

(That's mine), and don't use any form of clever encryption or code in your messages.

10. If you haven't posted in 3 days, I'll prod you. If you don't pick up that prod AND post within 48 hours, I'll replace you.
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11. Vote counts will be made at the top of a page, edited into a post in

orange

. They will count up to and including the post it's been edited into.

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format. Or, y'know, you could PM me.

16. Flavour is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Characters appearing in flavour does not necessarily mean they are a role in the game, and vice-versa.

The Roles

This is a closed setup. If there are townies in the game, they will receive a PM similar to the following:

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, __________!

You are

Acting-Constable Cuddy

. As the first dwarf recruit sworn into the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, you take your responsibilities very seriously, and always tie up your beard to make sure it doesn't get in the way of things. Despite initial racial tensions with trolls in the city, and particularly with the now-Sergeant Detritus, you accepted your life in the watch quite happily. A master crafstman, like many dwarves, you crafted a special helmet for Detritus with cooling fans on it for his brain.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving member of the watch.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Please note that this PM will

not

appear in the game, and is meant as a sample only.

[molestargazer]

PLAYERS:

Spoiler:

Living Players

(In order of sign-ups)
Budja
Plum
FakeGod
Thor665

Gone to see Death

Special Constable Andy "Two-Swords" Hancock, TOWNIE, killed Pre-Game.
Special Constable Boggis, TOWNIE, killed Pre-Game.
Special Constable Harry "Can't Remember his Nickname" Jones, TOWNIE, killed Pre-Game.

KHG

, aka Sgt. Detritus, TOWNIE, lynched Day 1.

Mysterio

, aka Cpl. "Nobby" Nobbs, TOWNIE, killed Night 1.

Tasky

, aka Chrysoprase, MAFIA GOON, lynched Day 2.

jimfinn

, aka Cnst. Reg Shoe, TOWNIE, lynched Day 3.

Narsis

, aka Cnst. Igor, DOC, killed Night 3.

Chronopie

, aka Grag Hamcrusher, MAFIA GOON, lynched Day 4.

VasudeVa

, aka Commander Sam Vimes, TOWNIE, killed Night 4.

TheButtonmen

, aka Carcer Dun, MAFIA GODFATHER, lynched Day 5.

Game Events / Flavour Texts

Day 1 Start

- Cpl. Nobbs gains Charisn'tma

Day 1 End

- Lynch Scene

Night 1 End

- Death Scene

Day 2 Start

- Cmd. Vimes gains Drunkenness

Day 2 End

- Lynch Scene

Night 2 End

- No Death

Day 3 Start

- Cnst. Dorfl gains Strength

Day 3 End

- Lynch Scene

Night 3 End

- Death Scene

Day 4 Start

- Cpt. Carrot gains Thoroughness

Day 4 End

- Lynch Scene

Night 4 End / Day 5 Start

- Death Scene

Day 5 End

- Lynch Scene
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Night Actions, Role PMs, Mod's Comments

[molestargazer]

All role PMs are now out. Links to this thread will now be sent.

[molestargazer]

"Lord Vetinari seldom had balls. There was a popular song about it, in fact."

But today, for his 60th Birthday, some strange mechanical process in the Patrician's mind had led him to hold a ball for the high-class society of Ankh-Morpork.

"It's just another chance for all them nobs to get all poncey, if you ask me..." spat Sergeant Colon back at the Watch House. The men (and other miscellaneous species and/or gender) of the City Watch had been asked to watch over the ball - but it had to be done

in-cognito

. Sgt. Colon was stood at the desk awkwardly in his black suit, only used before for funerals, sword & baton holstered by his side.

Commander Vimes strode down the stairs from his office into the lobby, ceremonial armour gleaming - minus plumes, of course.*
"Everyone present, Fred?"
Colon looked around quickly.
"We're just missing Nobby and whoever went with him, Sah!" said Sgt. Colon, springing to attention, trying to appear professional in front of the gathered watch**. Suddenly a hush fell amongst the collected watchmen, previous chattering to each other. Down the road, the form of Sergeant Detritus became visible, and stood beside him was... sniggering broke out amongst the collected Watchmen, each feeling slightly guilty.

Stood beside an embarassed-looking Detritus was Corporal Nobbs, dressed in what could only be described as a fashion disaster. A purple suit, plumes sprouting out of every available inch of it, made Nobbs look like some sort of bird which fell into a vat of paint.
"Alright, then..." said Vimes, trying not to crack a smile. He decided he'd already cracked a few ribs holding in laughter, so gave in. "Let's go. Keep an eye on each other as well as the ball, will you?"

When Corporal Nobbs entered the ballroom, a relaxed smile fell over his face. All this socialising - it was

easy

. He walked up to a butler and demanded a pint of Winkles, before moving into the middle of the ballroom.
"So.." he said, sidling up to an oldish-looking man holding a sherry, who looked quite alarmed. "Have you heard the one about the tiny man playing the piano?"

*Comander Vimes had never claimed his plumes allowance. They looked bloody silly.
**It would have worked had his stomach not wobbled ridiculously when he stood to attention.

Cpl. Nobbs has aquired CHARISN'TMA and will receive a power today.

It is now DAY ONE.
Deadline is Tuesday 24th August, roughly 10PM BST. (About now.)

[molestargazer]

@VasudeVa, TheButtonmen:

Sorry, they're going to stay edited in. They're at the top of every page, they're just as easy to find. This way means they're more consistent, rather than just "When I feel we need one". Also means I keep following the game consistently to pick up things like this.

[molestargazer]

Chronopie is being prodded. Everyone else is still inside the prod range.

[molestargazer]

VOTE COUNT

KHG (6): Plum, TheButtonmen, Chronopie, Budja, Tasky, Mysterio

Narsis (3): VasudeVa, Thor665, jimfinn
Mysterio (2): Narsis, FakeGod

Not Voting (1): KHG

With 12 alive, 7 votes are needed to lynch.
Before anyone asks, no, I have not made a mistake.

Sergeant Detritus looked around curiously at the assembled watchmen, most staring at him with expressions he wasn't sure he liked the look of.
"What?"
"We know it was you who did it." One of them said, employing Detritus' famous interrogation technique. "Own up."
"I didn't do nuffin!" He said, taking a step forward angrily and clenching his fists. Usually, this was enough to scare anyone into stepping backwards, but this time they didn't.

Dat

was strange...

Suddenly, the air around Detritus was full of glinting steel. With a roar, one of them stabbed a sword into Detritus' chest. Detritus looked down at it impartially to see the steel had crumpled. The attacker fell away, looking stunned.
"Anyone else wanna go?" He said menacingly. But they weren't paying attention. They looking at where the sword had hit.
"You're... oozing." One of them said in stunned disbelief. Detritus looked down at his chest. Damn. That hadn't happened in a long time... since dat crazy man wit der fing shot him. The watchmen were shouting again now, but all of a sudden, he wasn't paying attention.

Detritus.
"Yes? Who is it?" Detritus spoke with new-found eloquism. "Wait. It's colder. I'm functioning more effectively." He looked around him, and saw Death leaning on his scythe. Eyes widening, he looked down at the floor, where his body was lying. Several watchmen were still stabbing it, just in case. Others had gone to look for evidence.
"Oh."
Yes. They thought it was you who killed the others. said Death calmly.
"So, now what?" Detritus looked around him into the fading world. Death walked up and laid a hand on his shoulder.
Come with me.

Back in the real world, the search wasn't going too well. Vimes rested his head against the wall wearily.
"DAMN!"

KHG, aka Sergeant Detritus, TOWNIE, has been lynched.

It is now NIGHT ONE. Night actions to me by Sunday 22nd August, around this time.

[molestargazer]

Corporal Nobbs woke up in one of the small rooms in the Watch House in Pseudopolis yard, and groaned happily, scratching at one of the boils on his face. Well, he didn't feel too bad. Even the pains in his back... and arms... and what strange itch behind his ears... was gone.

He swung off the small mattress quickly, and hitched up his trousers.

Wait...

Nobbs looked down again in horror. He was still lying on the mattress, eyes closed, under a blanket. And yet... he was stood up? How strange. That was when he saw a tall man, in a black cloak stood by the door.
Good Morning, Corporal Nobbs. Did you sleep well?
"W-What? I'm-"
Dead, yes. I'd offer you breakfast, but there's not much point.
"You're death."
A masterly summary.
"I thought you was, y'know, a miff."
Obviously not. Are you feeling well?
"What? I'm dead!" Death seemed to sigh.
Yes. I was told I should make this experience less harrowing to people, so I'm trying to use everyday pleasantries. Is it working?

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"Corporal Nobbs?!" Constable Von Humpeding sighed, and strode down the corridor towards the room where Nobby and a few other watchmen had spent the night. None of the others in the room wanted to touch him to wake him up. She had drawn the short straw. She pushed open the door, and saw Nobby still lying on a mattress. She walked over to him, spent a second composing herself, and threw the blanket back.
"Oh, gods!"
She staggered back away from the blood oozing over Nobby's body, from a cut throat.

Mysterio, aka Corporal "Nobby" Nobbs, TOWNIE, has been killed.

[molestargazer]

"Vimes was vaguely aware that he drank to forget. What made it rather pointless was that he couldn't remember what he was forgetting any more. In the end he just drank to forget about drinking."

After the events of the previous day, and the morning's discovery, it was collectively decided that the watch would go for a drink. Vimes patted his cigar case in his pocket nervously - he knew he should resist, otherwise Sybil would really go on again. Fine. OK.

One

drink, he told himself. And no spirits.

Mr. Cheese, bartender of The Bucket, was cleaning a glass forlornly staring at his currently-empty pub, when the door was flung open and half of the watch filed in awkwardly, one after the other. He looked, mouth agape, as the members of the watch took their assigned seats and sat there, saying nothing.

Constable Visit-the-Infidel-with-explanatory-pamphlets sat at a table with 2 very nervous-looking watchmen who had been unable to find other seats - and edged away slowly as Visit threw a dirty look at the bar, muttering about the "devil drink", and started to hand out pamphlets to the assembled watchmen.

Soon, the awkwardness evaporated and the watch slowly started drinking themselves to the floor - even Constable Downspout sat on the roof of the pub and had a drink poured through him.

Commander Vimes, promise forgotten, had managed to acquire a glass of bearhugger's, and after draining it, stood looking around the pub through the bottom of the glass. The world looked better that way.

Commander Vimes has acquired DRUNKENNESS and will receive a power today.

It is now DAY TWO.
Deadline is Sunday 5th September.

[molestargazer]

Plum, your V/LA is noted.

Everyone else, please note Tasky is also currently V/LA until Sunday.

I may have accidentally sent him the prod as well. Never mind.

[molestargazer]

Chronopie
jimfinn
Thor665

Are being prodded.

The "This game isn't dying on my watch" VOTE COUNT

Chronopie (3): Narsis, Thor665, Plum
VasudeVa (2): TheButtonmen, FakeGod
FakeGod (2): Budja, VasudeVa
Narsis (1): jimfinn

Not Voting (2): Chronopie, Tasky

With 10 alive, 6 votes are needed to lynch.

EDIT:
Tasky is still V/LA, as is Plum.

[molestargazer]

Everyone is (just about) within Prod Range. Keep up the activity.

[molestargazer]

VOTE COUNT

Tasky (6): VasudeVa, Narsis, Plum, TheButtonmen, Chronopie, FakeGod

Chronopie (3): Thor665, Budja, Tasky
FakeGod (1): jimfinn

Not Voting (0)

With 10 alive, 6 votes are needed to lynch.

In time, the hiccupping and conversation of the drunken watchmen stopped. They all turned to look at one person - a dwarf, in fact. Sergeant Littlebottom was stood in the middle of the tavern with a half-empty pint glass, and looked a sorry state with no eyebrows and a beard that was slowly being torn off with nerves.
"Guys-" One of the more drunk trolls turned with his reinforced mug and gave the Sergeant a dreadful stare.
"People-" That didn't help either.
"Watchmen! Right?! That's what we all are!" She broke down in tears now, almost collapsing as she swayed in the middle of the floor.

"It was you, wasn't it?!" Shouted one of the watchmen. Slowly, torturously, the gathered watch heaved themselves off their chairs (some needed help), and gathered in a circle around the Sergeant. One of them raised an empty bottle, and smashed it over the Sergeant's head.

There was a puff of pink smoke which swarmed over the Watchmen, and they recoiled. When they blinked and got their vision back, they weren't looking at Sergeant Littlebottom. Instead, there was a very angry troll.
"It's Chrysoprase!" One of the more sober watchmen shouted. And suddenly, it roared, rearing its rock-like fists. Quickly, the nearest weapons to hand were grabbed and thrust into the centre of the ring of Ankh-Morporkians. Slowly, the troll collapsed.

"How the hell did he manage that?! We thought it was Cheery!" One watchmen asked, staggered. But still, one conspirator had been found.

Tasky, aka Chrysoprase, MAFIA GOON, has been lynched.

It is now NIGHT TWO.
Please send night actions to me by this time on Friday 3rd.

[molestargazer]

Morning broke*. The sun rose over Ankh-Morpork, and Vimes awoke with a grunt, face down on his desk, as the sun crept through the window.
"UP! ALL OF YOU! NOW! GET UP!" He strode through the Watch house bellowing at the sleepy watchmen to meet in the canteen. Twenty minutes later, the last of the watchmen half-crawled through the door and reached for the kettle. Several incredulous headcounts later, everyone agreed.

Everyone was still here.

*It did that every morning, despite the best efforts of Blind Io to fix it.

[molestargazer]

"'That gives me, ooh, a whole

range

of options. The one I'm thinking of now is summoning Constable Dorfl. He's a golem. Nothing impedes

him

in the execution of his duty.'"

Vimes looked at his morning copy of

The Times

, pushed under the Watch house door by an exasperated Willikins, and groaned in misery.
BREAKDOWN IN LAW AND ORDER IN THE CITY! The headline screamed at him. Underneath, more capitalised text read "INTRUDERS IN THE WATCH - ARE WE SAFE?"
Well, we're definitely not now, Vimes thought to himself miserably as he scraped some of the more solid forms of tea from the pot into his mug.

He stumbled down the stairs into the main hall, where a few -

too few

, he noticed - were gathered around the main desk.
"Where is everyone? Where's Dorfl?" He asked of a few of them.
"There's a riot up near Dolly Sisters," A nervous watchman told him. "He said he'd go and sort it out. And he nicked Carrot's copy of the

Laws

* as well."
"Oh, gods..." Vimes sighed. "I'll lecture you about staying together after. Now, follow me, QUICK!" Mugs of tea forgotten, the assembled Watchmen sprinted after the rapidly-retreating form of Commander Vimes.

***

Dorfl stood in front of the assembled rioters. Some of them had managed to track down sledgehammers from somewhere**.
"I'm asking you to disperse," he said gently. "The watch is fine." He was unaware of a quiet discussion going on near his feet.

"Bloody golems, you can't trust 'em, I always said..."
"Everyone knows they kill people."
"What, in the WATCH?"
"Maybe it hasn't yet-"
"-it will do, just watch-"
"Oh, ha bloody ha."

"If you do not disperse..." Here Dorfl took out Carrot's copy of the

Laws

, and turned to a specific page. "I will read the Riot Act. If you do not disperse..." - his huge fingers traced the lines in the book - "The watch is authorised to use deadly force."

"Shall we get it?"
"Are you mad?! It'll rip your head off!"
"Fine, well if you're going to wuss out..."

Dorfl looked down at a man who suddenly yelled out and swung a sledgehammer straight at his chest. With seemingly little concern he picked up the sledgehammer, ripping it clean out of the attacker's hands, and threw it into a nearby wall - which it went through. A woman emerged from the newly-created hole and began shouting at the assembled crowd. Dorfl ignored her and continued to read.


***

A sizeable following of citizens, some clutching copies of the

Times

, were now following the Watch's mad dash to the riot area. They finally arrived, where Dorfl was still slowly reading through section 2(b)(iv) of the Riot Act.
"Constable Dorfl?!"
"Sir?" He saluted.
"What's..." Vimes weakly motioned to the pile of rioters.
"I thought our purposes would be best served if we could dispel this riot and get on with looking for the infiltrators, sir." Dorfl stated stolidly.
"By threatening to kill them?!" Vimes half-shouted in desperation.
Dorfl shrugged.

"That's police brutality, that is!" Shouted one citizen who had followed Vimes, trembling slightly.
"YEAH!" A few more picked up the call.
More shouting started, and before long, there was anarchy again - despite the best efforts of the hulking form of Dorfl.
Dorfl looked around at the rioting citizens and the watchmen who had waded in to try and stop the chaos, and examined his huge clay fists with an expression of curiosity.

*

The Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork

was a very thick book of all the laws that had been passed in Ankh-Morpork since, well, ever, including the

Being Bloody Stupid Act

, which Vimes often fell back on if he needed another crime to throw at someone. Carrot used to carry the book around everywhere, but he learned them off by heart in matter of months.
**It was amazing what Ankh-Morporkians could track down within minutes.

Constable Dorfl has acquired STRENGTH and will receive a power today.

It is now DAY THREE.
Deadline is Friday 17th September, about this time.

[molestargazer]

Actually:

@Mod: Do scum have daytalk?

Nope.

[molestargazer]

Plum is being prodded.

[molestargazer]

Chronopie is being prodded.

[molestargazer]

The "This post should hopefully be on a new page" VOTE COUNT

FakeGod (4): Budja, jimfinn, Chronopie, Plum
TheButtonmen (1): Narsis
jimfinn (1): VasudeVa

Not Voting (3): TheButtonmen, Thor665, FakeGod

With 9 alive, 5 is needed to lynch.
Deadline is Friday 17th.

[molestargazer]

Don't forget deadline's tomorrow, folks.

[molestargazer]

Be reminded of Rules 7-1 and 7-2.

What? Post them here? Don't be silly. Go look. I'll even give you a link.

Deadline is in (roughly) 11 hours from this post.

[molestargazer]

VOTE COUNT

jimfinn (5): VasudeVa, Budja, FakeGod, TheButtonmen, Plum

FakeGod (2): jimfinn, Chronopie

Not Voting (2): Thor665, Narsis

With 9 alive, 5 is needed to lynch.

Johnson couldn't remember his name. He couldn't remember much, truth be told. More sympathetic minds would say his mind was rotted by drink, but ones who looked at the world through a more objective eye would say he was terminally stupid to begin with. He was a firm beliver that No Pain meant No Gain, which was why he frequently banged his head against walls - which probably didn't help his brainpower either. He once got a dollar off someone for doing it though.

He could remember that he was a member of the Beggar's Guild. A level 2 mutterer, he followed people mumbling nonsense until they gave him money not to. When he heard sounds of a commotion coming from near Dolly Sisters, he decided to check it out - maybe there was a target. What he saw made him do a double-take - something quite rare after he had been in Ankh-Morpork for 20 years. A group of Watchmen were stood around a recently-subdued riot, making quite threatening moves at another.

"It's you, isn't it, Shoe?" One of the muttered. The others nodded in agreement, too busy to catch the dreadful rhyme.
"You can't trust the Undead, I say."
"Yeah!"
"Not dead enough, I say."
"YEAH!"
"How do you kill Zombies, anyway?"
Said Zombie was backing into a corner, brandishing his standard-issue sword without much hope. With one strong sweep of a poleaxe, his head left its body and went tumbling off into a gutter. The body fell to its knees and collapsed.

"I think that ought to do it..." One watchmen said, as a group of children picked up the head and ran off with it. The watchmen looked intently for a cloud of smoke. But there was nothing.

jimfinn, AKA Constable Reginald Shoe, TOWNIE, has been lynched.

It is now NIGHT THREE.
Night actions to me by this time on Monday 20th, please.

[molestargazer]

Constable Igor was sat working in his laboratory when the moon shone in through the window. He didn't have much need for sleep - and anyway, he could be more useful this way. Any

nasthy scrapeth

that a member of the Watch picked up would come here to be treated*.

He was working on a bubbling recipe for a baldness treatment when he heard the door to his lab being opened slowly.
"Yeth?"
There was no reply. Strange. Igor stepped away from his cauldron and turned to face the door, now standing ajar.
"Ith there thomething I can help you with?" He called out tentatively. His hand reached for a cleaver he kept on his desk and raised it above him in a vaguely defensive gesture.
It was the last thing he did.

Igor?
"Yeth?" He was relieved that the intruder to his lab had finally talked to him. He had been getting worried.
Come with me.
"But I can't do that, there'th patienth that-" That was when he looked down and saw his body.
"You know, I could've fixthed that." He said with a vague gesture of annoyance.
Death reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.
Too late.

*Although it was amazing how many of them suddenly claimed to feel fine when they saw Igor coming towards them with his trademark hacksaw.

Narsis, aka Constable Igor, DOC, has been killed.

[molestargazer]

"Alright, enough is enough." Vimes stood on a table at the top of the canteen and addressed the remaining watchmen. Behind him in the corner, a pile of yesterday's copies of the

Times

were ceremonially burning. Vimes would have sent someone to get today's copy, but they'd have to make do with not knowing for now - they couldn't risk whoever it was not coming back. And Vimes didn't know if he could trust

anyone

right now. Even himself.

Qui custodiet custard?

He asked himself slowly. Usually, the solid answer to that question was

Me

. Today, he wasn't so sure. He cleared his throat.
"Until this is sorted, we're not going anywhere. Anyone has problems out there" - he waved his hand vaguely towards the window - ", then they can wait. We're going to be coppers now! CAPTAIN CARROT!"

"Sir?" Carrot appeared suddenly by his side, saluting woodenly. Even Carrot's normal rock-hard discipline seemed to be taking a shot after all of these deaths.
"Organise the men into teams." Vimes snapped. "We're going door-knocking." He turned to address the canteen at large again.
"Ask everyone around here! I want them to tell us of ANYTHING they've seen that's strange, anything at all..."

***

Constable Visit-The-Infidels-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets really wasn't having much luck. Being well known to the city's inhabitants*, none of them were answering the door so he could ask them about suspicious and unholy activities occuring in the locale of Pseudopolis Yard.

Finally, one of them answered. It was a woman, quite short, holding a poker and looking up at him with anger in her eyes.
"Excuse me, madam?"
"Bugger orf."
Constable Visit paused for a minute. He was only supposed to be asking, but this woman clearly needed to be saved.
"Bugger orf, I said!" She shouted, interrupting his thoughts. He decided to use his discretion and just do his job.
"I'm sorry madam, I just wondered if you'd seen-"
"I've seen all your bloody leaflets! Bugger orf!"
With that, the door was slammed in his face.

Captain Carrot walked around the corner, an amused smile playing on his face.
"Not answering you, Constable Visit?" He shouted cheerily as he approached.
"Well, no sir. They seem to think I'm going to-"
"Yes, understandable!" Carrot cut in before Visit could go off on one of his rants about the regrettable rise of other religions in the gracious cities of Ankh and Morpork.
"Let's see what we can do about it, then..." Carrot walked up to the door and knocked twice. The door was flung open, and Carrot ducked just in time to see a poker fly past the spot where his head had been moments ago. The woman went back to take another swing, but stopped when she saw the looming hulk of Carrot. She relaxed.
"Oh, it's you, Captain Carrot. Want to come in fer a brew? I was just brewin' up, like..." She said, guiltily pointing to the poker.

***

When Carrot left 5 minutes later, his small notepad was bulging with information, and the woman was guiltily clutching a small stack of tax forms she'd "forgotten" to fill in.
"How do you do it?" Asked Constable Visit, falling into step with him.
"Oh, you know... keeping an eye out for things..." Said Carrot, before briskly walking off in the other direction.

*He and his fellow Omnian Smite-The-Nonbelievers-With-Cunning-Arguments went round the city on his days off trying to give people leaflets. They were constantly surprised how many people weren't at home when they visited.

Cpt. Carrot has aquired THOROUGHNESS and will receive a power today.

It is now DAY FOUR.
Deadline is the evening of Wednesday 5th October (UK time).

[molestargazer]

Will be Limited Access until Sunday, I'll do a VC if I get the chance but if not, you'll have to make do without.

[molestargazer]

VOTE COUNT

Chronopie (5): Plum, VasudeVa, TheButtonmen, Thor665, Chronopie

FakeGod (1): Budja

Not Voting (1): FakeGod

With 7 alive, 4 is needed to lynch.

The face of Fred Colon, the Watch's Custody Officer, was rarely dry. But now it seemed to have become a torrent of sweat. A small puddle was gathering at his feet as the remaining members of the watch crowded around him.
"He does have all the keys, you know..."
"N-No! Listen!" He stammered awkwardly. A few officers, having gone door-knocking, opened the door and stared at Colon in the corner awkwardly. It seemed almost unfair to be picking on him when the only thing he could fight back against was a bacon sandwich*.

Things were getting desperate, Colon thought awkwardly in the corner as he stood wringing one of his shoes, now saturated by the constant stream of sweat from his face. He looked down at his standard-issue sword. The most strenuous thing he'd had to do with it recently was point with it to give directions to a passing tourist**. Nervously, he drew it out of its scabbard.

"Listen, I'm not one of them!"
"What did he say?"
"I think he said he was one of them."
"Oh." One watchman drew his sword and thrusted it at Colon, who squealed and swung his sword wildly. There was a clang of metal as the strike was deflected. Unfortunately, Colon didn't have the strength to hold on - his sword went flying into a nearby wall, which it dented. The watchman thrust his sword again, and suddenly there was a cloud of pink smoke. Standing where Colon was was a dwarf, looking very angry and holding a large axe.

"HAMCRU-" Vimes began to say incredulously. He was interrupted by a wild dwarf war cry, and ducked as an axe was swung at his head. Unfortunately, the deep-downer was no match for the room full of armed watchmen.

*And he often had people check to make sure it was well dead. He wouldn't like to feel something squirming around in his oversized gut.
**Said tourist was found in the shades 2 days later holding his severed head by the hair, but he seemed cheerful enough. Colon had handily pointed him towards the Alley of Negotiable Affection rather than the Nearest Apothecary.

Chronopie, AKA Grag Hamcrusher, MAFIA GOON, has been lynched.

It is now NIGHT FOUR. Night actions to me by Saturday 2nd - preferably sooner, since it's unlikely I'll be able to post on Saturday.

[molestargazer]

Sam Vimes had often thought he had felt like death.

Like that time I was flung down an underground river. Or maybe the time I fell through the library roof and went back in time, before getting mugged and left in an alley. Or that time I was given too much Klatchian coffee and went past the wrong side of sober. Oh, and every morning when I used to drink. Or when...

He was up to the 20th time he had felt like death before he wondered why he was thinking about it. Despite the harrowing events of the past few days he felt... fine. He rolled out of the small camp-bed in his office and reached for the door handle.

Which his hand went through.

Am I drunk again?

He reached for the handle again. He was sure he'd got it that time.

I'm surprised you haven't realised what's going on yet, Commander. Vimes spun around, and Death was leaning against the wall. Vimes hoped he was only imagining the amused look on the skeletal face.
"I'm dreaming, right?"
An ever-present possibility, certainly. But no.
"Damn!" Vimes looked back at his body on the bed. He felt oddly detached. He thought he should be feeling a bit more than this. It was... well, partially relief.
"Did I not set the traps on the roof properly?" He asked, by way of seeming interested.
Were it not for those traps, you would have awoken to find me here about... 2 hours ago. A humourous coincidence, really.
"Huh." Vimes didn't much feel like laughing. His ghostly head was full of questions. Unfortunately, he doubted he was going to get more answers.

***

Down in the canteen, the watchmen were getting nervous. It was already past 10AM.
"Should we go and wake him?"
"Of course not, you know how he gets when people do that... remember Constable Oredragger*?"
"But what if he's.. y'know?"
"Nah, not Commander Vimes. He's probably just resting..."
"Yeah, with all the work he's been doing and that."
"Yeah, that's right."
"Yeah. He'll be fine."

Another hour passed, and it was collectively decided that the remaining Watchmen could not put up with the canteen coffee any more - and went to wake the apparently slumbering Vimes. They opened his door nervously and peered in.
"Oh, gods..."

*Said Constable resigned from the Watch after a suspiciously Constable-Oredragger-Shaped hole in the Commander's door appeared very early one Saturday morning, after Oredragger rushed in to tell the then-hungover Commander Vimes about an assault on an officer. In a very loud voice.

VasudeVa, aka Commander Samuel Vimes, TOWNIE, has been killed.

It is now DAY FIVE. Deadline for today is Friday 15th October.

[molestargazer]

Is there a mod-confirm?

No.

[molestargazer]

Everyone's in the prod range, but this activity's not that great...

[molestargazer]

That's a lynch guys.
I'm preparing the lynch scene, but unfortunately now I must get ready / go out. It will be ready tomorrow.

Sorry for the delay!

[molestargazer]

VOTE COUNT

TheButtonmen (3): FakeGod, Budja, Thor665

Budja (1): TheButtonmen

Not Voting (1): Plum

With 5 alive, it took 3 to lynch.

Captain Carrot sat at a table in the canteen forlornly, staring up to where, just the day before, Commander Vimes had stood. He sighed, and took comfort in his weekly pasttime - writing home.

Dearest Mume and Dad,

Today is, a sad day for the Watch. Commander Vimes who, we all looked up to as, a great mann, was killed last night. There's not many of us left now, but I still think if we band together we can pull through.

He paused for a minute to look up at the other Watchmen, bickering quietly amongst themselves.

Sergeant Angua seems particularly upset. I tried to comfort her but she just said, for gods' sake Carrot, can't you think about anyone but Vimes for once. I think she is just stressed. Her stress has happened before but previously my friends tried to take me out to an ale-house to cheer me up but, they all just ended up passing out on the floor. I didn't feel any better. I-

"Oi!" A watchman on the other side of the canteen shouted.
"That's Captain Carrot to you, thank you." Carrot stood up. "I know Commander Vimes isn't here now but we should still keep standards." The present members of the watch rolled their eyes, but Carrot still walked over, breastplate gleaming.

"We reckon it's... y'know... him." The watchman was A.E. Pessimal. Carrot frowned.
"Who?"
"Constable Downspout, Sir." Dorfl stepped forward now. "We Think It Is A Perfect Disguise For A Traitor, Sir."
Carrot considered this for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"OK." He opened the door and left the canteen. The others followed and walked into the lobby of Pseudopolis Yard, where... Carrot had vanished.
"What?"
The watchmen stood awkwardly for a few moments, but the sound of Carrot's boots could be heard coming down from Commander Vimes' office. He was carrying something behind his back.
"Well, go on then!" He motioned with his empty hand to outside the front. The remaining Watchmen (and one woman) trooped obediently into the street.

"Downspout?" There was no response.
"We think it's you, Downspout, so-"
Carrot was interrupted by a puff of pink smoke. Angua instinctively ducked, and was rewarded by not receiving a knife through her eye. A second slammed into Carrot's breastplate, and he staggered back, but didn't draw his blade.
A figure dropped out of the purple smoke, and landed in a beartrap Carrot had placed underneath Downspout's haunt. It snapped shut with a horrible shout.
"Carcer?!"
The groaning man on the floor had dropped two more knives. Tentatively, he reached out for one.

The expression on Carrot's face changed to one it rarely showed - anger.
"I don't think we can have that." He drew his sword and drove it through the man on the floor. The others started at him, shocked.
"Well..." He said in an attempt to be his usual airy self, "I think that's sorted."

TheButtonmen, AKA Carcer Dun, MAFIA GODFATHER, has been lynched.

TOWN WIN!

Congratulations!

[molestargazer]

Night Actions & Day Power Information:

Role PMs:

(WARNING: Very, very large amount of text in the spoiler)

Spoiler:

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, VasudeVa!

You are

Commander Sam Vimes

. As a Duke of Ankh-Morkpork and Commander of the Watch, you sometimes wish for the days where you could actually patrol rather than having to deal with everyone else's problems. Although weaned off drinking by your wife, Sybil (you're now on Cigars instead), you'll still have a drink with the watch occasionally - and you definitely find you think better after a few glasses of Bearhugger's. You are fiercly loyal to protecting the members of your watch, and the city.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, Budja!

You are

Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson

. A 6-foot muscular human, you were adopted and raised by mountain dwarves who worked in mines with very low ceilings, which earned you the dwarfish name translated loosely as 'Head-banger'. With absolutely no knowledge of sarcasm or metaphor, taking every instruction word-for-word

("Throw the book at him, Carrot.")

you originally struggled to adapt to life in Ankh-Morkpork, but soon found your feet and became very well-known amongst the community - even in the community which defined itself by committing the crimes you intended to stop.
A relationship with a female officer and werewolf, Sgt. Angua, developed rapidly but became a little strained after an incident involving creaky bedsprings, curtains, a full moon, and a drawn sword. Still, you often find yourself longingly looking at her and wishing things could be taken further, and there were whispers that she was doing the same.

You are a

LOVER

with Thor665.
You may talk to your lover during night phases only in this quicktopic.
You do not know your lover's alignment.
If your Lover dies, you will commit suicide at the next night phase (not in the same one), and vice-versa.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, jimfinn!

You are

Constable Reginald Shoe

. You were as surprised as anyone at taking 5 crossbow bolts to the chest during the Treacle Mine Road rebellions. You were just as surprised when you got up again. Since that time, you've lived your life as a zombie, originally running a campaign for Undead rights in the city by putting running meetings and putting notes on the underside of a coffin lid in case people wake up. Since then, you were recruited into the Watch, and have been living(?) quite comfortably since.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, Mysterio!

You are

Corporal 'Nobby' Nobbs

. Starting off life as a Street Urchin on the streets of Ankh-Morpork, you were recruited by Sgt. John Keel after he gave you a spoon and used you to spy on the enemy during the Treacle Mine Road rebellion. The masses of boils and spots on your face and general appearance means you now carry a certificate, signed by the Patrician, to prove that you're human.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, Thor665!

You are

Sergeant Delphine Angua

. You were originally hired into the Ankh-Morpork City Watch after an affirmative action program by the patrician meant you were hired as a "minority" (being both a woman, and a werewolf). Your sensitive nose as a wolf and general ability meant you were quickly promoted to Sergeant.
A relationship with a human officer, Captain Carrot, developed rapidly but became a little strained after an incident involving creaky bedsprings, curtains, a full moon, and a drawn sword. Even so, you can't help yourself but wishing you could be together, despite your "abnormality", and heard that he does the same.

You are a

LOVER

with Budja.
You may talk to your lover during night phases only in this quicktopic.
You do not know your lover's alignment.
If your Lover dies, you will commit suicide at the next night phase (not in the same one), and vice-versa.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, PLAYER6!

You are

Sergeant Detritus

. As a troll originally hired by a pub to act as a "splatter" (Like a bouncer but more brutal), you came clean and was hired by the Ankh-Morpork City Watch after meeting your wife Ruby. Since then, your natural leadership abilities and relative intelligence (compared to most trolls) meant you were promoted to the rank of Sergeant and became responsible for training new recruits.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, PLAYER7!

You are

Constable Dorfl

. As a Golem, you were originally voiceless, an animated clay figure. However, through a bizarre series of circumstances, you were given a voice and could think for yourself. Your main use to the watch is your incredible strength, but now you feel you owe them the duty of finding who is plotting to kill off the watch.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, PLAYER8!

You are

Lance-Constable A.E. Pessimal

. Born to parents who decided to give you initials rather than a name, your smart appearance meant you naturally gravitated to the role of a civil servant for Lord Vetinari. However, after being sent to investigate the Watch, you were shoved into the role of Special Constable by an angry Commander Vimes. You very much enjoyed the role, even the part where you attacked a troll with your teeth, and decided to sign up to the watch. Since then you've handled a lot of the paperwork for Vimes and you feel you have found your calling.

You are a

TOWNIE

.
You have no powers other than your vote to lynch during the day and the discussion.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, PLAYER9!

You are

Constable Igor

. As an Igor considered "too modern" by his family (You sometimes even forget to lisp), you went to Ankh-Morpork with Commander Vimes and ended up being recruited as a medical "specialist" in that you're very handy in sewing limbs back on when necessary - and your patients often even survive, contrary to general Ankh-Morpork medical practice.

You are a

DOCTOR

.
Once per night, you may PM me with the name of a player. That player will be protected from being killed on that night.
You win when all the Mafia are dead and there is at least one surviving town member.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, TheButtonmen!

You are

Carcer Dun

. After being arrested by Vimes of the City Watch, you escaped the dungeons only through the help of an idiotic guard and a fifth knife you managed to smuggle into the jail cells. You're now out for revenge on the Watch, stocking up on your knife collection and practicing your innocent smile. This time, you'll make them pay.
You managed to make a few allies who will be with you in your quest:

Grag Hamcrusher

(Chronopie) - A dwarf, apparently dead, but who now wants the watch out of the way so he can finally create his war against the trolls.

Chrysoprase

(Tasky) - The leader of the Troll gang the Breccia, who want the watch out of the way to continue their pipeline of smuggling Slab into the city.

You are a

MAFIA GODFATHER

.
You may talk with your allies, Chronopie and Tasky, during night phases only in this quicktopic.
Once per night, you or any other member of the mafia may send in a name of a player to me. A kill attempt will be made on that player.
You are immune to any investigative roles the town may have.

No-one in this game has the role of Constable Downspout:

Constable Downspout was a gargoyle, essentially a stone statue who was hired by the watch as a 'surveillance expert', described by Commander Vimes as the world champion at staying still. He doesn't drink, but instead pours things through his ear. He's paid in pigeons, having no use for money, which tends to cause confusion in the palace when your pay is given.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, Chronopie!

You are

Grag Hamcrusher

. You are one of the leaders of the dwarves in Ankh-Morkpork, and preach the superiority of dwarf over troll. Your apparent murder almost provoked all-out war in the city between dwarves and trolls, but the efforts of the City Watch caused peace. You're out for one last try, and decided first to take down the watch after being approached by a man with the same goal. Your allies are:

Carcer Dun

(TheButtonmen) - A psychotic man who wants to take down the City Watch for... well... whatever reason.

Chrysoprase

(Tasky) - A troll, leader of some troll Gang who wants the watch out of the way to continue their illegal goings-on in the city.

You are a

MAFIA GOON

.
You may talk with your allies, TheButtonmen and Tasky, during night phases only in this quicktopic.
Once per night, you or any other member of the mafia may send in a name of a player to me. A kill attempt will be made on that player.

No-one in this game has the role of Sergeant Fred Colon.

As one of the first members of the Night Watch, you're given a certain amount of respect by the newer officers - but not too much. Since beneath the experience is a fat, slightly cowardly man who has the role of Custody Officer in the watch. However, your experience on the street has given you a sense of when things are wrong - and it's definitely now.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

Welcome to City Watch Mafia, Tasky!

You are

Chrysoprase

. As the leader of the troll gang the Breccia, your imports of Slab came under scrutiny by the watch - and you can't have

dat

. After some loony came to you with the idea of helping to bring down the watch, you couldn't say no - if dat interfering Vimes went down, your profits would soar since your pipelines wouldn't be under threat.
Your allies are:

Carcer Dun

(TheButtonmen) - A psychotic man who wants to take down the City Watch for... well... whatever reason.

Grag Hamcrusher

(Chronopie) - A dwarf who wants the watch out of the way so he can continue his extremeist preachings.

You are a

MAFIA GOON

.
You may talk with your allies, TheButtonmen and Chronopie, during night phases only in this quicktopic.
Once per night, you or any other member of the mafia may send in a name of a player to me. A kill attempt will be made on that player.

No-one in this game has the role of Sergeant Cheery Littlebottom.

Despite everyone giggling at her name, Sgt Littlebottom was recruited into the watch as a Dwarven (female, despite the beard) Alchemist to investigate crime scenes. Despite her general ill disposition towards other dwarves (She became fed up of quaffing ale and singing

"Gold, gold, gold"

long ago), she has become very useful to the watch and ended up as a Sergeant.

To confirm your role, please go into the thread and swear the oath:

I, [recruit's name], do solemnly swear by [recruit's deity of choice] to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of His/Her [delete whichever is inappropriate] Majesty [name of reigning monarch] without fear, favour, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me [aforesaid deity]. Gods Save the King/Queen [delete which is inappropriate].

[molestargazer]

Mod's Comments:

I was very pleased with how the game went, even with the odd mass prod required to keep things moving. I think a few things about the setup need explaining, however.

As things were, the setup seems unbalanced in favour of the town. However:
- Had one lover died, the other would have done. This would lose the town valuable powerroles and communication skills.
- The lovers were unconfirmed to each other. This was more likely to lead to their deaths.
- Although every day's power had a backup, the probability of both Budja (being a lover) and Plum both being alive at Day 4 was enough to ensure the scum had a chance to stop that power from being given entirely.
- Powers were only planned until D4. They would have ended anyway then no matter who had died overnight (it was nothing to do with Vimes).
- TheButtonmen was immune to both the Cop & Lie Detector. Which could've swung things in the scum's favour.

I would also like to know how many of you read / enjoyed the flavour text - as despite most of it being written on the fly (with the exception of the first 3 days' worth of powers and the intro text), I thought it was pretty decent.

Discuss! Any questions for me, or any comments on my modding I would love to hear.

[molestargazer]

I must admit once I'd started the game and got to maybe D2 I knew the Lie Detect on D4 was a bad idea. It being horrible modding practice to do such a thing, I didn't change it.

[molestargazer]

@FakeGod - Afraid not.

@Plum - I can understand your feelings about town having Nobby/Vimes/Carrot/angua - but Colon IS quite a major character, in the first book(s) especially. The lovers COULD have had one as a fakeclaim, the idea of them both being town & unconfirmed was to sort of WIFOM them into not trusting each other.
But, the town did play well.