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2 is a good place for voyeur tbh, you're right
i guess role oracle sux as it's basically similar to x99 bulletproof vests, I guess, which is fair
i just ran the calculations, might be wrong
the chances the setup rands 6I is 3.6%. would love someone to double check my numbers but as it stands I don't really want players (especially new ones, which this setup is designed for) to start pretending it's a cop 13er in the 3.6%. not cause it's bad but cause doing that every d6 if it's optimal for a 3.6% chance is dumb, and 96.4% of the time it's not even a cop 13er. also note that a lot of people don't actually know how D6 works (the last D6 i played iirc which was a hydra game last year half the village got cleared on not knowing how the setup worked) and I don't want them to expect to know how to lay basic cop cover in a game that isn't stamped "cop 13er".
the solution i'm saying is
1 - IC
2 - Motion Detector
3 - Role Oracle
4 - Rolecop
5 - Tracker
6 - Parity Cop
but aye i should be looking at nl's new setup smh
I had a quick thought skimming and it's that we should nix the cop 13 setup from d6
I know it hasn't been run but the basic point is that mafia get rolled three goons and hence know they're a cop 13er, whereas the rest of the villagers don't which means the cop gets zero cover
cop 13er sucks anyways
Insert MD into 2, remove the cop, and shift everything up one imo?
Soz for not contributing more i'm a proven illiterate
beruru can you not get me banned i have a job and two kids to support
I’m going to talk briefly about the failings of the setup in terms of imbalance etc. It’s easy to talk about the 13/14 winrate, but given a small sample size, if we can look at it, we should.
I analysed the games, and noticed that these mechanics fall into one of three categories:
- wolfsided, because cop rolled mafia and everyone believed it
- townsided (for Game 4 (track), 8 (redcheck), 10 (redcheck and cc?), 11 (track))
First off, null is already a bad look. In a game with no mechanics, aka mountainous, 13-4 is NOT where you want to be. 13-4 with two vigs seems good on paper but 49% of the time (math proof pending lmao) a vig is mafia or not in the game, so best reliance has to come on failed kills to fulfill that gap. So basically 51% of the time mafia are playing 13-4 mountainous and making suboptimal kills to doc dodge, and 49% of the time you have a mountainous with five mislynches, but the amount of scum is increased significantly, leading to more threadpull and hence is more wolfsided than mountainous. That’s not even getting to the concept of lolvigs and in a lot of different communities vigs are considered wolfsided for... reasons.
Before you get into it, tracks and watchers are unlikely to make a difference. Tracking one person out of four is unlikely, and watchers fall into the same trap as docs in that mafia are actively attempting to dodge them. A significant amount of the time mafia have ninja and strongman modifiers, rendering this all moot!
Then we measure wolfsidedness. And it turns out the reason why the games are so wolfsided is because villagers are on balance, mechanically illiterate, especially when it comes to cops. To be fair, some of this is significantly helped by the fact that only townread wolf cops make said cop plays (and even faking the fact they were a cop in certain places).
So the answer is “don’t necessarily trust the cop”.
The only “advantage” that town has is the reliance on the cop check. If you’re saying that green cop checks shouldn’t be taken for granted, what mechanical advantage does town have now?
The only mechanical advantages town have are:
- a town cop getting a redpeek which is already difficult, when being a cop isn’t necessarily clearing enough to get you out of lynch, and they can just randomly die in the night, AND you’re not guaranteed town have cops;
- a town tracker or watcher finding literally a kill, which is highly unlikely
In addition, mafia gets equity from killing a vig before they can fire, and blatant mechanical illiteracy leading to town mislynching for no reason cause the setup is complex. Town get no named PR clears like most 13-4 setups.
More thoughts to come about champs in general, but uh yeah. This setup. Let’s take lessons from this and not let this happen again for the sake of role madness.
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I would’ve been more salty if we weren’t like just gonna win or close lol
this game was a pain to play
i didn't have enough sleep and i needed to keep up with my job and i only posted 40 times a day
Right now, I guess.
If you see an error in the award PM that's sent out to you, go to your profile and check the awards tab. I may have caught the error after giving out the award and edited the details afterwards. If there's still an issue, go ahead and PM me so I can change it.
EDIT: Done to Game 6. Reps of Game 7-11, your awards will be coming out in the next 24 hours, I need a nap. Sorry :V
Meh. Shot was difficult to analyse.
The solid yellow shot was, of course, Keldeo. 9 times out of 10 all alignments shoot Keldeo.
Let's call Keldeo a wolf, maybe, or alternatively that wolves wanted Keldeo alive (which they did). So wolves would want to shoot somewhere else, preferably.
The easiest option would be Beck. Unfortunately, Beck was a wolf and no wolf team would OK that shot.
I guess in short; pure green zone, shooting a wolf would be Geo LLD, light green would be Beck DBP, yellow would be Keldeo. Green right side would be pretty much Mac, I think and nobody else. Everyone else falls into orange/red.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that a wolf vig in that situation doesn't have many options for thst actual red zone. So shawna as a shot relative was pretty red? Like past Keldeo there wasn't exactly a strict PoE afaict.
Add that to the fact that the GH scale was very well known at that point to the poibt where the scale existing inherently has WIFOM, and yeah, it wasn't obviously green.
Quick thoughts on mobile.
mafia doc, huh
shawna the cop, huh
it’s all in the name
I'll be really quick chiming in here;
It was kind of bleh travelling alone for most of the game that I just disconnected around the time where I actually met a group, which was... whoops. Amy never actually met a group until the very last turn, the most amount of communication she did was alone with SR early. I guess she wanted to do that a bit considering her goal was "get to the top right lol" and she got the primary objective for her trouble, so there you go. I think both of us were basically underleveled by the time we rendezvous'd at the hospital with the device blueprints, and as it turns out I think we were both basically integral to that part of the primary objective, getting the transmitting stuff out of us? So uh, hm, well played.
Frog, Apoc and smith were some sort of $#@!in team lol. Was kinda brilliant seeing them just clog the thread tbh. I can't believe I got copchecked twice as a mason.
yeah I $#@!ed up my order and went to the wrong space, oops my b
I'll go into my experience later when I have the use of two legs
Running the numbers a bit.
Overall sub rate is 14%. Average sub rate in a game is 13.8%.
You're gonna get a bit under 2 subs in a 13-player game.
There's one extreme outlier in this data - that's Double Date, which had 10 subs.
Roughly 41% of all subs are caused by new players who play for one period and sub out. 34% are caused by one-time subs of known people of the MU community. The rest are caused by "serial" flakers, and the word "serial" is used very loosely.
Talk about this a bit. How does a new policy impact each category of players?
Does this policy actually impact engagement in the game or are we going to be left with a bunch of players who are going to reluctantly press buttons for the entire game because they don't want to get subbed out?
(I have the data, it's just getting late for me to actually put analysis into it in a comfortable way.)
Let's make this simple while I pen and paper run statistics on this for a bit.
- You have failed to explain how your policy will decrease sub rates. So, how do these decrease sub rates?
- What exactly is a good number of substitutions in a mafia game? Zero? One? Two? One every five games? Give me a baseline here.
- You have said our policy is "dictatorial". How is it dictatorial?
- You have, in your words, said thatHow are these not bans?
I'm glad to hear that I am not the problem as a player, Zork. Considering that due to my decreased amount of mafia games as of late I believe I would be temporarily signup banned under your policy. Could you explain to the several people who have very, very good reasons for subbing out of a game, that they are not a problem as a player but you're going to "temporary signup ban" them anyways?
Alright, I'm gonna cover a few things while others come along.
First off, the site policy for moderation has never been about unnecessary harshness. We operate on a corrective system of justice, it's been the core of moderation since the start of MU, and banning people just because we can or because we feel like it's a nice punishment, never has, and never will be, in the cards. Bans are the last refuge, not the first choice.
There is no concept of aggressiveness or penalty system that the moderation team should be beholden to, and I think for the sake of the forum and community we should keep it that way. This is where we start and end on this suggestion, really. You don't ban people for the concept of subbing.
Some real-life problems can be solved very quickly but render you unable to post for an extended period of time. In staffgame I quite literally would not be able to post for 48 hours due to unfortunate real life circumstances, and would be fine afterwards. That makes me miss a day phase - and in most circumstances that triggers a sub, so I asked for a sub before that happened. That's a similar situation for people sometimes, and a ban for a week is, as said, punitive for no particular reason and assumes things on behalf of the person and just makes them feel like $#@! if assumed wrong.
We do not want people to sit in the timeout corner just because we feel like there could be something wrong. That just sucks for the person involved for, sometimes, not very good reasons and just isn't very cash money of us. Even in simple errors like "I forgot about the game oops" - that's not something worthy of a ban, is it? Bans have power, it's not something to be thrown around just because they are a punishment.
this is the most cursed thing I have ever seen
If you continue to blame villagers for being villagers while absolving yourself for lynching a villager, which is the alignment they randed and hence is something immutable that they are, as opposed to one's reads on what are scummy and townie, which are inherently flexible, then I don't think I have anything else to say.
I refuse to be painted into this corner. Am I saying that you shouldn't have mislynched these people? No, because that's certainly some sort of backseating that I cannot do because I did not play this game or even spectate it with lack of information, and as you say, the wolves played well. But being fatalistic or somewhat comfortable about lynching villagers, as a villager, no matter what their behaviour, is a strange statement to make. I have nothing more to say in that regard.
Play it! It's a great game and I can't really convey that it is a videogame at heart and not just a story-driven experience as I've detailed. I honestly think the themes of Celeste - anxiety, success, doubt, and the concept of individualism - are all exceptionally relevant to mafia players especially and I think it's easiest for people like you, me, and people reading this to actually connect with Celeste itself. I can outline this later if need be.
I'm heartened so many people liked the flavour!
Chapter 5: The Summit
Madeline was silent for another day as she watched everyone followed the newly-furious Adeline into what people usually called "LYLO".
"Look. We're not skipping out on this. Theo is a wolf."
"We are not rushing into this. Once you point at someone, you can't take it back. And if Theo isn't a wolf we need to sit down and give ourselves the best chance of winning."
"But Theo is a wolf. Whatever, do what you want."
This isn't right.
You shouldn't be doing this.
I have to stop this. This is so bad......
"Um, excuse me..."
Heads turned to Madeline again. To say Adeline didn't really expect this was a lie, but she was exaasperated anyways.
"I... I still don't want Theo lynched. I... kind of think he's right."
"Oh? How so?" Adeline spat out the words with vigour.
"Look. Listen to me. I think, that he is probably the first member of the team. Let me explain...."
As she talked, the young teenager kept protesting more and more against Madeline's accusations. To Adeline's surprise, though...
"Hm. God, I've been pocketed this entire game."
"no this isn't real lmao stop"
"No. I think she's right."
To everyone's surprise, he pointed at his friend and partner.
The reaction was immediate. Madeline, Adeline, and Theo pointed their hands at the accused, sealing a victim for the mafia team. Which was, of course.
"Man. Well played."
The villagers all offered their congratulations to the teammates remaining. The last wolf, the one that was lynched day 1, returned back to the room, where Madeline learned that no, he wasn't actually mad, and he was rooting for them all the way. That relieved a lot of her stress, though Adeline wasn't having any of it.
"You know, that was a dumb thing to do. We have that Day 1 covered? Why did you even consider that?! Man."
"Hey, it worked out, right? I got her the towncred to remain unnoticed. And she managed to swing lynches off of me, so, yeah, you go!"
"Grrr. I didn't think you'd get that final lynch through though Madeline. I guess I underestimated you."
Madeline smiled. "Thanks, that means a lot."
They talked for a while, just basking in the glow of their success. It was a resounding victory for them, no matter what happened.
"So all that stuff you said..."
"Oh... Part of the game. I swear."
Theo watched Madeline quietly. He didn't know what was going on. But he could guess.
"Hey. You alright?"
"I am a mafia player. I proved it today. I think I gave it my best shot. We'll see what everyone else thinks, but, this is how mafia is."
"Uh, Madeline, I don't think-"
"I mean, it doesn't have to be. Getting to be champion is hard though. But at least I tried to make the first step. And that's what's important."
"Well... alright. I think you can totally win this whole thing. Do you wanna go out and..."
"Yeah! I wonder if Mr Oshiro's resort has a kitchen..."
To say that she wasn't worried about the results of the voting would be a lie. But she wasn't... stressed about it this time. She did what she could.
As Madeline left, she heard the two dudes from the reception area quietly talk in undertones.
"I can't believe I fell for that AtE."
Don't worry about it.
You are a mafia player.
Chapter 5 Complete
Commiserations to the villagers who absolutely tried and played their hearts out, they just didn't get there.
I could write an essay on the flavour and I might. But I certainly, certainly want to thank @Stanari for her advice especially with Night 0 flavour where she offered a lot of suggestions on how to structute, format, the flavour etc. The flavour is dedicated to those who perished on the climb, but especially the friends who have basically retired because they no longer want or hate climbing these mountains, instead having to scale much more terrifying mountains of their own. Not everything has to be #a-bad-time.
Anyways this is a mafia game, not a mountain! Get back to the postgame, SB.
As I was following the game some of the villagers who were the most accurate ended up being - Distorted, Mistreya, and Squigs off the top of my head, though I can and will plead inaccuracy in that regard. To call these people unable to townside makes me scratch my head when they were closer to catching wolves than the majority of villagers were. Obviously you can argue that they were scummy but there's certainly no absolute barometer of scumminess and their alignment is as flipped, so.
That's... yeah that's all for now.
Congratulations to the wolfteam! I'll get ending flavour set up in a while.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Madeline walked up to the pink-haired lady, who was herself writing down on a notepad, drawing lines between others.
The woman looked up. "Oh, it's you. What do you want? Here to mess things up again?"
"What's your name? I don't think I even caught what it was."
"I'm sorry... I'm really terrible with names."
The woman was taken aback. No snarky remark, no mention of how she was a failure, nothing. Just... "It's Adeline, I... guess?"
Madeline... paused. "Really."
"You didn't know I was...?"
Madeline shrugged. "I... didn't really pay attention to the list. Like I said, I'm terrible with names."
An awkward silence filled the air. Madeline was determined to get to the point though, anxiety be damned.
"Listen... I'm sorry about today."
Adeline shrugged. "Apologies mean nothing. You messed up and you know it. Don't apologise to me."
Madeline blanched for a moment, then put on her determined mask again. "Right, that's true. Thank you for what you've done."
Adeline tilted her head. "Excuse me?"
"Thank you for telling me how to be strong. But I think I can get there now."
"Are you deluded? Honey, you can try, but you won't get anywhere. I told you before, you aren't a mafia player. Just leave it to the professionals. There's no way you can do this. Listen to yourself."
"Why did you even talk to me? For some effort of condescension? To prove to yourself? Face it, Madeline, you're not cut out for this. Don't mess anything up tomorrow."
Adeline scratched through some of her pages and put her notebook away.
"Night's ending. Get back to your seat."
Chapter 4 COMPLETE
Madeline was biting down, trying not to shake as she came to terms with what was going on.
"Why did I even try?"
It wasn't long before someone came over, and it wasn't a surprise.
"Hey, Madeline. Thanks."
Madeline acknowledged the friendly green-clad man with the untidy hairstyle again, but didn't really say anything other than whimper.
"I'm a failure."
"You getting stressed out?"
Theo smiled encouragingly. "Hey. Just breathe. You don't have to be nervous. Listen to me, Madeline. Imagine a feather..."
Madeline, as nervous as she was, started seeing a golden feather in her mind's eye. She closed her eyes.
"It's floating... down... to the ground... and then sometimes the wind brings it back up again. And the feather just does that. Floats up... and down... and up... and down..."
"What is the point of this?"
Madeline just focused on the concept... and her breathing slowed. She just focused, watched the feather bob up and down in her mind, and timed her breathing to it. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
"Hey, it's no problem. It's the most I could do for you."
Madeline blushed. "I mean, I'm sure you would've been able to get out of it. I probably-"
"Madeline, I can assure you that I would have done nothing and been lynched. This isn't a question, you saw how I was."
He sighed. "You saw me there. You're... not alone, Madeline."
They chatted a bit, enjoying each other's company.
"You know, you remind me of my sister."
"Oh, you know. Quiet, shy, gets really anxious over small things. But... she gets laser focused on things she wants to do. Like you." Theo looked into her eyes. "You really want to win this, don't you?"
"Yeah." There was no confidence in her words any more, but neither was there any fear. She just said it simply.
"Well... I wish you luck. You definitely have the strength to do so. Go get 'em Madeline!"
For the first time in the whole game, Madeline slowly cracked a genuine, happy smile. "Thanks, Theo."
She still had one more thing to do before the day started.
Chapter 4: Mafia Mirror
Madeline arrived back just as the deaths were being announced. The mood was oppressive. with nine players remaining, tempers flared hard.
In time, the suspect of the day was not Madeline. Perhaps the players felt bad pushing her after what had happened with Mr. Oshiro. No, instead it was a familiar face.
"H-hey, let's chill out a bit, OK?" Theo had a nervous tone in his voice, not anything like the easygoing attitude he had the entire time. In fact he was just generally a lot quieter and shyer than before. Nerves getting to him?
"A likely story. Can you be any less suspicious?"
"i mean yeah"
"H-hey, isn't it suspicious that the two of you have been following each other's tail the whole game?
"That's just because we're logical."
"Look how well that went."
Madeline sighed, and for the first time in a while, butted into the conversation. "Um, what's going on?"
It was the pink-haired woman that answered, of course. "Wow, the wannabe wants to play a game? Haven't given up yet?"
"Yeah. I'm here, I'm playing. And I am going to win. She clenched each word through her teeth, dragging them out one by one towards her abuser. "So if you're done with whatever you're doing to me, how about you at least work with me and fill me in on what's going on?"
"Yeah right. Well, this guy here is probably a wolf. You got anything to say?
The other woman blinked.
"Yeah, I do. Let me tell you..."
As Madeline went over and talked about what she thought, Theo just froze in place. Madeline assumed he didn't expect her to say anything, but she really thought this was important to say. As she spoke the other seven players started listening, with even the other woman slowly growing interested in what she had to say.
"OK, that's fair. But where do you want to go next?"
Madeline sighed. This is always the hardest part.
"I think... her."
"What the $#@! no. No. NO. Nonononono. Stop. We're lynching Theo here."
Madeline sighed, but her heart was set and she knew she was the better player. She convinced the rest of the village to go and lynch her...
but they were a villager.
Courage failing, she left the room after the flip was announced before she could see anyone else's face.
Wildcard reveals in 37 minutes hype!Originally Posted by Lissa
Oh right. A factual report of the modkill btw.
Escape from Los Angeles spewed his alignment and who knows what else on his home forum when he subbed out of the game after getting into a very heated fight in wolfchat. As Escape from Los Angeles would have basically been considered to be no longer in the game as he had subbed out and then spewed his alignment, we decided not to penalise either side and did the action as you saw. Hopefully that clears that up.
Since I wasn't really around to register the ITA deaths or how well villagers did in ITAs, nor was I anywhere close to understanding balance of this game as an inexperienced mash host, I'll defer comments about balance.
Anyways, here's some cursory thoughts while I get the full role PMs ready or something. Actually I'm not doing that; all role PMs are posted and I don't have the editing software for most of the role PMs; go check on one of the other hosts.
This game was poorly organised; there's no two ways about it. This isn't an open secret; role PMs were sent out about 15 minutes before the day started. It was a struggle, as you could see, to send out Role PM images, as eevee just simply hadn't made all of them; in addition, a large amount of roles had information that needed to be redacted, which compounded issues. As a last resort I had to send the skeleton PMs that were in a document earlier just so that people had a role.
A few mod errors were made this game. As my role primarily focused on night-time actions, some of these were my fault, but there were things that I noticed that did happen while the game was ongoing. These include, but are hence, not extensive to:
- Not sending Shad the N1 message from PunchyTheCat. This was only caught when Shad joined the wolfpack, and at that point the damage was done. Shad said it didn't matter anyways because toedder outed the message anyways.
- We accidentally posted toedder's flip instead of Grackaroni's when he died to poison; hence the delayed flip for ladd while we tried to sort that out. As it turns out only one person reported they saw it and they kept it silent for most of the game.
- Flips were delayed; especially lynch flips. For Day 2, we had to deal with the aforementioned Grackaroni slip, which generally involved eevee running on 3-4 hours of sleep and me having just woken up; essentially host fatigue. Hosting a mash takes up a lot of your time, and the poor organisation didn't help. For Day 3, poor communication on all the hosts' ends meant that I had to check the thread while on mobile and realise that none of the other hosts were online. A 15 minute flip is not polite regardless and I apologise.
In terms of behind-the-scenes things:
- The reason why Shad's extra even-night KP went unnoticed for so long was because the pack mafia literally anticlaimed one person the entire game; Angrypotato on D2. The assumed Unizehc death was due to Shad, not to anticlaim.
Small misplays by the main pack added up; Marluxion didn't use his role at all, Bunnelby forgot that he can't trigger his bomb in the last hour of the day; gracefulblur shot baudib before he could dayvig. A lot of KP was lost.
Shad was rolecopped N2 while in a neighbourhood with Contrainer. None of the wolfteam outed, of course, because Spartan would have joined the neighbourhood had Acrofales died, but even when Contrainer was outed and about to die he said nothing to Shad. Multiverse was healed by Contrainer via the event prize, of course.
- There's not much to say about village NAs that aren't obviously apparent I believe, except that Mischief idled Day 1 and did not recruit anyone.
I believe that's pretty much it. I hope everyone enjoyed the game, and congratulations to Shad and the wolfteam.
Madeline walked up to the front desk again. The old lady at the front stirred, looking up.
Madeline began to open her mouth, but thought better of it.
God, this lady is annoying.
"If you're looking for Mr. Oshiro, he left a while ago. I think he wants to be left alone, honey. He was a lost cause." The lady peered over her desk with equal parts of amusement and regret in her eyes.
"...who am I then?""I-is he going to be OK?"
"Yes, Madeline. He'll be fine. Don't worry about him, I think you're better off not looking for him. You can't help him, and you shouldn't feel like you have to. How's the game treating you?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
The old lady stood and hobbled around to stand in front of Madeline, squinting. "I see. Well then." She gave her the once-over, then hobbled back to her desk.
"You know, we used to accept subs back in the early days of Champs. We don't anymore, just so you're aware. We haven't had subs for a while. Ever since we moved to real-time play, not many people wanted to quit, especially after we started hosting in more and more remote locations. I guess that worked."
"I wasn't thinking of quitting. I'm here to win."
The old lady turned her head around to give her a look. "I'm sure you weren't, honey."
"I just- all these people are crazy."
The old lady raised an eyebrow. "Mafia's a social game, honey. You're just seeing people as they are, just... more of them.
Well, night's ending. You should get back to your room before the game starts."
Chapter 3 Complete
Chapter 3: The Celestial Resort
Madeline wasn't completely surprised at the two people flipping their cards in the night. More villagers just meant she stuffed up really. It's not like she could do anything right.
What she didn't expect was the familiar face.
"Hey, are you alright? I wanna talk to you a bit more. You can call me... Mr. Oshiro."
"...I should be ignored..."
The man broke into a grin. "Um, did you consider my offer? I hope you did. We have the best five-star services this side of the world..."
"Um, shouldn't you be worrying... about the game...?"
"Wait... so you're not coming?"
"I... I didn't say that... aren't you playing the game like I am?"
"You can't even admit it."
"You know, I spent a lot of time on my hotel... I was really hoping you'd come..."
"You have a problem, Maddy..."
While Madeline was trying to comfort the old man, she happened to look over. For whatever reason, she decided to walk back.
What's she doing here? She's made her point.
"Listen, honey, what are you doing? Why are you still here?"
"I'm playing the game."
"I'm just trying to convince Madeline here to come to my hotel!"
She took one look at the pairing and started speaking dispassionately.
"Listen. Mr Oshiro, sir, Madeline doesn't want to listen to you. Look at her body language. She thinks you're a creeper."
...I thought that? I guess I thought that...?
"Look, she has literally no interest of seeing your hotel. None. She doesn't care. Why are you doing this?"
"Listen mister, stop being so aggressively self-centred. It's super wolfy of you. I don't think you've given any sort of gamesolving so far. Are you just playing the world's worst wolfgame?"
"Mr. Oshiro, who are the wolves?
The crowd of the remaining players was gathering around this event. Madeline felt so self-conscious...
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Her. Madeline. She's been so closed off! She doesn't talk about anything, she's not interested in me, she just doesn't care. She's trying to not give any input on the game! She's EVIL. LYNCH HER."
"Aren't you going to say anything, Ms Mafia Player?" She drew the words out in a slow drawl, eyes boring into Madeline's skull.
"Whatever. Mr Oshiro, that's super boring. Even if that's true that's so easily faked. I think we should lynch you today."
"n-NO! MADELINE IS SCUM!"
They lynched the odd man. He flipped village. Madeline could have guessed that, it seemed obvious. But he spent the entire time trying to push her and all she could do was cower.
"I'm so sorry..."
"I shouldn't have thought of you like that...""You're a good person. I should have just said I wanted to go..."
She was still frozen in place, breathing heavily, in and out, when night fell. The players again talked to each other, making small talk and chatting about their places of origin. Theo was around chatting with a couple other people.It’s ok. You’re here now. Just do your best anyways.
I guess it’s to be expected. I’m not that important, after all. I’m no mafia player. He probably doesn’t care since I’ve been exposed.
The thoughts, unbidden, came to her mind, and she just accepted them for what they were. That girl was right. What was she doing here? There was no way she, a single person from a small town in America, could ever be crowned Mafia Champion. It was ridiculous, and she had been deluding herself.
Are you sure? My best trait seems to be getting in other peoples' way….
Madeline was so lost in her own dark world that she didn’t notice the stout middle-aged man quietly sidle up to her. “Hey, you’re…Madeline, right?”
Not fully aware from her stupor, she answered automatically. “Yeah…”
“Um, I’m sorry-“
“Don’t be sorry. I messed up.”“-but do you have reception here? I’m trying to call my hotel and I can’t seem to get a connection on this mountain.”“...does he ever shut up?”
Madeline stirred. “No, I don’t. Do you want to go look for one?”
As it turns out, the best place to get reception was halfway down the mountain slope. While Madeline dragged her feet through the snow, her companion was talking her ear off.
“You should really come! The food is sublime, the staff is excellent, the place is the cleanest you’ll find this side of the universe!” The man was an exaggerated gesturer, one who'd use his arms and hands to accentuate his points. Madeline was... unamused.
“Ah, that’s great! I put my heart and soul into it, so I can promise you it’ll be great! …ah! Hello?”
Madeline stared at her own phone. There were two unread messages. Hesitantly, she swiped open the first one. It was from… her ex-boyfriend.
Madeline. Hope ur doing ok. Look, I know what I said, but I hope you’re doing great at championships. I guess you’re doing what you want, which is good for you.
...I get you want to do this, but. if you ever get over it, call me, alright?
Madeline sighed. I didn’t want to read this.
She flicked to the message. This one was simple.
Hey honey, I hope you’re doing OK. You promised to call and you haven’t said anything for a while. Please give me a ring? xx
Her eyes softened a bit reading it. She dialled the number.
“Hey honey! How are you? Did you remember to bring the model gun I made for you?”
Madeline’s miserable face slowly begun to crack into a different, more happy expression. “Mom… it’s not the literal mafia.”
“Well yes honey but you never know up there! At least tell me you packed everything?”
“I’m fine, Mom.”
The two of them – Madeline and the man – talked into their phones until night was called and they were asked to move back into the game room. They went back to their seats to listen to the results."...sigh."
Chapter 2: The Old Site"wait"
"hey nice job. i think we should go here."
As the players argued in the game, Madeline remained quiet, ignored by the rest except the one who had approached her last night. Theo, wasn't it?
"So, what do you think of the game? Got any spicy takes? Heh.
Madeline searched the players, looking for a tell or somethiing... and found... the girl she had met earlier. The one who had tried to comfort her before.
"I think it's her."
"Huh. Alright. Hey, everyone!"
"...this was a bad idea..."
With Theo's help, everyone started directing the attention to the pink-haired girl in the purple sweater. She didn't look happy at the attention."...oh no..."
"Hey, why am I being pressured?"
"I dunno, ask her."
The other girl stared at her, and Madeline instinctively shrunk back. Who was this girl?
"Aw, that's cute."
The girl stood up and walked menacingly towards Madeline, step by step.
"oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh nooh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh nooh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no"
"Look at this girl. She thinks she's so good because she lynched a wolf. Let me tell what you really are.""I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I feel so bad please forgive me I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm..."
"I don't think you understand what you've gotten into. Look at everyone here, honey. Everyone's participating, and you think you're so special because you lynched one wolf. I've had enough of people like you."
"I know I'm terrible it was my fault I messed up please I'll do better next time and..."
"Y̵o̸u̸'̸r̴e̵ ̴o̵u̶t̶ ̸o̷f̷ ̸y̵o̴u̵r̶ ̶d̷e̴p̴t̵h̴.̶""no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no nono no no no no no no no"
"Y̗̺̘̦͔̘̗͠o̪͍̻͕̜͟u҉̫ ̞̺̙̜c͈̤̳̱̤a͚̯̣̱͙̩͢n't̶̟͎ ̯̲̥̙̯̼wi̪̘͎n̮͍͎̞̠̟ ̮t̤̝hi͖̞̙̖͉͚s̪̳̙̮̼͟.͏̣͎̖ ̱̰͞W̗̼h͠á̺̪̖̰̜t͜ ̪̹e̴̹͕v̲̣̳̲̜ͅe̷̳͕̩̞̠̻ǹ̟̬͇̰ ̟̜͓ ̮m̝̦̙̞̥͇a̛̯d̘e̶ ̛͖̮̣̹̮y͚̪͕̠oụ̶̖͔͉͎̣̞ ͔t͏͚͓̲͔̞͔h͇͙̟͔i҉̙͓̟͇̯̤̯n̛͔͓ k҉̯̭͍̬̼ ͎̜̤y͔͉͈̼̥̳̗̕ou̝͜ͅ ̧̭c̟̦̲̯̱̦͟o͍̜̬͘u͍̩̱̪͞ͅl̫d do ͚̹̳t̸͍̳̱̣̖h̜̥̬̬̀i̷̭͉̘͈s̻̙͎̣ ̳?̷̩̭̺̖̖""I can't do this I'm so sorry I'll stop please stop""Y̢̕͟o͢͝ù̷'͏r̴҉̢e ͜a ̴̕f̀҉a͘͞i͟l̷̴҉ur̷̴͜e.̡͏̶ ̸͞͏Y̴͘͟o̷u͟ ̵̨͢a͟͢l͠҉wa̸y̵͡s͘͠ ̸̢̕w͟͝i̴͜ĺ̢ļ̷͡ ̨͡b͏̨͝e͏̢.̨ ͢D҉́ó̴̴n̛'̵t͢͝ ̀͘͠s͜tŗ̴͞e͜s̷͜s ͘o̶͢u͝t ̡a̡b̵҉̷óu҉t̸ i̕t̶̴̀.͜ ̨Y̕͘͢o͞͡ư̴ ̴͟͡c̛a͘͝͠n̡̡̕ ͏͝͝ąl̕w̡̢a̴͟͟y͢͝s͠͝ ͜j͝u͝s̶t.̸̀. ͜͏l̀͜e͞av̡e̴͟.̴̢͢""I can't leave this is important but I can't leave this is important I'm so sorry I'm a failure I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry please..."
"S̵͘͏̶o̵͏͘ ̛͘h͟͟͞͝ơ̷̵̧w̸͘͘ ̷̨͘̕̕a҉̢̕b̧̡́ó̕͜ù̶̸̡͢t̵͏ ̸̶̨̛͘y̛͟҉̷͢o͘҉҉̷̨ù̵̷͠͝ ҉̴̸̡͜s͘͘͘t̵̀ò͢͢͠p̧̨̀́͟ ̵̸̨̧̧t҉̛͢r̸̷̢͞ỳ̨͏͞i͏̛́ń̸͘g ҉҉̛ ̶̀͝͡t̵̵̨̕͟o̸̸̴͝ ̸̷̸̶̢d̢͠ơ̢̛͘ ̵́͠͞śo͢͜͏m̷̨͢͝e҉̧ţ̴͡h̛̀i̸n̴ ̛͜͝͞g͘͡͏̢́ ͜͟͡y҉̶̡ơ̛͡u͘͘͏̧'͟͝͡͠r̡̀̕è̴ ̧͜͡ ̨̡ǹ̛̀͝o͘͝t̛̀͘,̕ ̵̀̀͜a̶͝͏n̛̕͠d́ ̶̢̕͜j̷͠҉̡u͏́͡s̸͏͏̵͝t̷̀҉ ̛̀͟g̢o̶̧͏̢̢ ̢̕h̴̡o̴̸͠m̴͟͟͞͡ę̢͘͡?̷̡̡͜
͜͡Y̨̧ò͏̴͜ư͘͟͢ ̵̨̨͝á̢͜͢͠r̛͠͡͞ę̛͢҉̨n̢̛'̛t̨ ̡̀͞ ̵̧̕á̷͘͢ ̵͞m̸̢̕͟a͞͏̸̢f́̕į̨͘͠ą̸̡̀ ̴́p̸͝ļ̷́͝a̛͡y͏͏́ęŕ͡.̴́͠͠͏"
"I'm not a mafia player...?"Madeline was rooted in place. The girl was towering over her... and nobody was making a move to help. Nobody. Well, that's what she was guessing was going on, she couldn't take her eyes off the demonic face.
"kinda right tbh."
One by one the other players ignored her and decided to lynch another while she sat, frozen, in her chair. She just... shook. There wasn't any other word for it, her hands were shaking, her head was shivering, all she could do was stare at the retreating figure of the other girl.
Without her, they lynched a villager. Or was it without her help? Maybe it would have gone even worse had she been there. She wouldn't know. It probably would have gone worse. She was right.
Madeline wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, but the comment about the game made her perk up reluctantly. I guess I should probably talk, I think?
"Hey, sorry, I'm Madeline. I was just... lost in thought."
"Well, I guess it's a good as time as any. It's a pretty tepid environment, but I can't imagine a better time for some quiet reflection."
"Yeah, I guess." Crap, I'm being too passive... "So, what far-off land do you hail from, Theo...?"
Theo chuckled and bowed exaggeratedly before continuing. "Well, my inquisitive compatriot, I doth hail from the mystical, exotic, kingdom of... epicmafia."
"It sounds like a special place."
"...I'm stupid."Theo chuckled again goodheartedly. Nothing seemed to faze his vibe. "Hey, you seemed lonely, so I decided to hang out. Hey, good luck! I'm just here to hang out, but you seem to be doing great."
"...thanks, I guess."
And so the night was silent as everyone submitted their actions. Slowly everyone moved back to their seats, waiting for the night to end.
"...maybe this was a mistake."
There was a bit of downtime during the night phase. Thingyman had legalized nighttalk in the Champs series around Series 50, after so many of the participating communities had asked for it. Unfortunately most of the people were wise to the correct way of playing night, which was, of course, to say absolutely nothing about the game, write your designated night action or lack of one on the forms they gave out, and maybe socialize.
Madeline didn't do any of that. Instead she fidgeted with her hands... looking straight at the floor, not making any eye contact with anyone. She was just thinking about the events of the day. The man she got lynched didn't say much, didn't even bother glancing at her. He just silently flipped his alignment card over and left the room.
"Did I really just do that?"Does he hate me?
"Hi, fellow mafia player! How're you going?"
Madeline looked up. It was the latecomer from before. Now that she was looking at him, he had a nice green overcoat on, with kinda frizzy hair and a devil-may-care attitude. She remembered him as the one who wasn't really paying attention during Day 1. He seemed more... interested in talking about his... nevermind, he wanted to talk.
"Uh, hi," she said, kinda staring past him."This is awkward...""Man, can you believe this place? It's so crazy! Look at all these people here, they're all living this place up!"
"I... I guess."
"I mean, it's a competition. People take it so seriously. But man are these guys so cool!"
"Yeah... it's definitely a competition. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Whoa, that sounds pretty serious. Hey, you were the girl who totally owned that mafia on Day 1, right? Nice to meet you! I'm Theo, an adventurer from a far-off land!"
Theo, eh? Well, he's probably harmless, I guess.
"Man, not much of a talker? Not even when playing. You just set your case and bam, that's all. But it was solid work. Hm. I'll just imagine some edgy backstory for you."
sorry for subbing out, the time where I couldn't read the thread due to knocking out + the time I had to spend knee-deep in an assignment that was a lot harder than I thought meant I wasn't playing the game for 48 hours or so and that wasn't good enough regardless of alignment
that said, I was committing to the 25-post gimmick regardless of alignment because I just did not want to spent a lot of time on the game.
She just stared at her card with complete shock. What was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to start? Unfortunately, the others in the room didn't wait at all.
"hi, lets end this game so that we can go home. were all good this should be easy"
"I don't think you care about this at all."
"you know me"
"This isn't your usual townie meta."
"Yo, can you slow down a bit? What's meta?"
Sixteen out of the seventeen players started yelling at each other, making the room extremely heated. Insults flew, fingers were pointed, and as deigned by the one Thingyman, no formal rules meant that the arguments grew extremely chaotic.
What... do I do?
She wasn't familiar with any of this. Where she came from nobody yelled. Everyone was quiet. Everyone was easy to read. What was... this?
It's OK, Madeline. Just focus. Listen to everyone. Just take it step by step. What are they saying...?
Eventually she worked up the slightest bit courage to say something, but it got lost in the throng.
“I think this is town-on-town violence...
I guess they don’t need me...
This isn’t right.
I came here to make a difference. That’s how I win.
She cleared her voice. “Ahem, would you excuse me? I think it’s always correct to lynch this person here. They’re frozen, and... they’re lacking. This is why...”
One by one, heads... turned. Who was this? Somehow everyone followed though and they lynched...
A member of the mafia.
Madeline was ecstatic, jumping for joy. She knew she could do it! She was, of course, a mafia player. Tired and exhausted, she sunk back into her chair, letting the wave of success wash over her.
Chapter 1 COMPLETE
The room the old lady had directed her to was a bit drab, full of quiet stone-grey walls. The only decorations were several framed images of a very excited Vince McMahon, adding to the new-age aesthetic.
Madeline stepped briskly towards one of the seventeen seats, sat down and stared at the opposing chair leg in a huff, squinting at the brown wood. She didn't look up as the rest of the people filed in.
"Oh, we're randed together!"
"yeah ig this will be cool"
The two voices from the lobby were back again. Madeline wanted to roll her eyes. She didn't want to hear these two ever again, but apparently circumstances didn't agree.
As more and more people filed in, the chatter between the new competitors increased, leaving Madeline, the wallflower, behind. She could distinctly hear the girl she had met in the line before, making her nearly raise her head. The chatter died down eventually, leaving silence for a few dozen minutes.
Madeline didn't really keep track consciously, but it was some time before the chair she was staring at got filled. It was a tartan pant leg.
"Man, I'm so sorry! Got lost a bit getting here and stuff. Hope I wasn't too much trouble!"
"...this is the first room. How in the-"
"Yo, don't worry about it!"
Madeline finally looked up to see if all seventeen chairs had been filled yet. They had. The game of mafia was about to begin.
Time to win.
Hesitantly, she broke the seal on her envelope and gingerly opened the envelope...
"I'm here now."The wizened old lady seemed to be asleep at the booth, head leaning on one hand, white hair obscuring her wrinkled face. She was idly writing something on a piece of paper."I can't stop..."
The red-haired girl just stood there, unsure what to say for a moment for a while. She could hear the line behind her finally acknowledge her, grumbling at the lack of movement that they could see.
The young lady from before poked her head into the booth. "Remember what your form said?"
The red-haired girl cleared her throat. "Happy birthday!"
The old lady looked up from her paper, acknowledging the presence in front of her. The helpful girl winked at them and withdrew from the curtains.
"Yes? You here for the Mafia Championships? Can you give me your forms?"
She pottered over the form slowly. "Madeline, is it?" She sounded bored, tired, fed up. Madeline couldn't blame her. If she was stuck behind a booth all day filing papers, she'd probably feel the same.
"I think so."At least she's doing something, I guess."What am I doing?."
There was silence for a moment as the old lady pottered over the piece of paper. Madeline didn't really... know what to say. The silence felt so stifling.
The lady looked up, meeting Madeline's eyes for the first time, and her expression softened. "First time?"
"I guess..." This felt like a bad idea now.
"What am I doing here?""Well, it's always someone's first time. Something wrong?""I shouldn't have come."
"It's nothing." she said quickly, averting her eyes."Why?"The old lady just stared at Madeline's quiet expression. "I see.""Is it that obvious?"
She looked down, stamped her form a few times, then stood up, head meeting Madeline's head, leaning forward on the counter. "Listen kid, if you can't handle how competitive the environment is here, turn around and go home. I'm not here to babysit you, and neither is anyone out there."
"I know what I'm here for."
"Yes, I read your bio."
The old woman just kept staring. A slow silence passed between the two of them. Madeline started fidgeting. The queue was probably waiting outside. They were gonna blame her for this, weren't they? The day would probably end without all the competitors checked in. They'd have to delay the competition. All because she, Madeline, couldn't..."couldn't... what?"
"Ms Madeline, I want to make sure you know what you're signing up for. Some people shouldn't be playing mafia. Are you one of these people?""...excuse me?"
Madeline treated the old hag with a poisonous stare. "Go tell someone who cares, lady."
"I can do this."She stalked out of the booth, ignoring the quiet chuckles behind her.