X-Men Mafia- Town Wins! All roles and night actions revealed

[Mr. Squirrel]

Welcome to the X-men Mafia!
Generic Rules are here:http://www.conquerclub.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=213&t=87345 be sure to read if you're new.

My rules:

1: Votes are to be in red
2: thats all

Players
2. Aceartemis
4. aage
6. ga7
7. colton
10. strike wolf
11. ficoal (replacing wercool)
14. Safariguy (replacing Duday replacing Uhum)
15. Victor Sullivan (replacing trestain)

Replacements:


Dead Players:
1.safariguy - iceman (town jailer) Killed night 1
2. Naxus - Banshee (Town Hypno) Lynched Day 2
3. Cena - Professor X (Town mind controller) Killed Night 2
4. Lalaland - Beast (investigative JOAT) Killed night 2
5. Sensfan - Blob (Mafia Magnet/1 shot bullet proof) lynched day 3
6. Edocsil - Mystique (Mafia Shapeshifter) Day-killed Day 4
7. Serbia -Magneto (Mafia Godfather) Lynched day 4

[Mr. Squirrel]

It was a quiet, cloudy night at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning when a sudden wailing was heard throughout the old Victorian estate. The sound of the piercing alarm awoke the many inhabitants of the school from their slumber. Beast, the resident technician and scientist among the X-men, arrived at his lab where the security system reported the incident. The entire place was trashed, but it only took seconds for Beast to figure out the item that was stolen. Missing from his lab was his latest invention: a holographic generator. Capable of changing the appearance of anyone using it, in the wrong hands it could mean disaster. Beast searched the entire basement floor (where his lab is located) but found no evidence of who could have done this.

Outside the mansion, Mystique handed over the small holographic projector to her master, Magneto. No words were exchanged. The plan was proceeding perfectly. Using the small machine to alter their appearances into common school children, the members of the Brotherhood of Mutants made their way into the school and hid among its inhabitants.

The next day, Professor X called a meeting of the X-men. “Listen to me, friends. As many of you all know,” he said from behind his oak desk, “last night a valuable device was stolen from us. The ramifications of its loss are dire. As we speak, there may be enemies hiding among us, concealed even from the most advanced detection equipment. You all must find these villains and hunt them down.” With that the X-men dispersed throughout the school, not trusting even each other. Who was a real X-man and who was a fake? The truth had to be found.

Day 1 Begins!

[trestain]

vote mr squirrel for spelling my name wrong in the active players list

[Mr. Squirrel]

vote mr squirrel for spelling my name wrong in the active players list

I dont know what you're talking about. Looks right to me.

[strike wolf]

Confirm Sorry it took me so long. I read my role last night but I didn't want to go into the mafia games forum unless I felt I had time to post a reply in the Dead Space mafia.

[AceArtemis]

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Safariguy and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Colton be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Safariguy closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Colton's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Safariguy comes.

Vote: safariguy

[Serbia]

Wow.
Uh, vote French.

[colton24]

I will only post in red to avoid forgetting the vote in red rule *glares at mod* . Anyways I shall vote jrl because of his Dead Space Mafia crap.

[Mr. Squirrel]

Vote Count
trestain (1) - trestain
jrl (1) - colton
ga7 (1) - serbia
safariguy(1) - Ace

8 to lynch.

I'll try to do a vote count once every night (RL time) as long as you all keep activity up.

[strike wolf]

vote Serbia because he's named after a country that may or may not be anti-mutant.

[edocsil]

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Safariguy and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Colton be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Safariguy closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Colton's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Safariguy comes.

Vote Ace , He made me read this whole dam red thing!

[naxus]

hey everybody

[AceArtemis]

I will only post in red to avoid forgetting the vote in red rule *glares at mod* . Anyways I shall vote jrl because of his Dead Space Mafia crap.

That's why I'm posting in red.

[wercool]

sorry. firm

[trestain]

wow ace, hell of an opening post, most of it is garbage though right?????

just wondering why you mention 2 other players in the game in it.

[lalaland]

wow ace, hell of an opening post, most of it is garbage though right?????

just wondering why you mention 2 other players in the game in it.

He mentioned 3 players... (Beast, Mystique and Magneto)... and the way you said that makes me think that you were one of the ones he mentioned.

Now, two out of three of them are Mafia, from what it sounds like, so that gives a 67% chance of you being scum.

Vote trestain

[colton24]

Uhh lala wtf? I know it is RVS, but wtf do you mean? Trestain was talking about aceartimo, not the mod. Mr. Squirrel is the mod

[trestain]

lalaland i was talking about aces post, specifically this part where he talks about safari and colton,

To set my brother Safariguy and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Colton be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Safariguy closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Colton's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Safariguy comes.

Vote: safariguy

Ace still wondering what, if anything you meant by this

[AceArtemis]

wow ace, hell of an opening post, most of it is garbage though right?????

just wondering why you mention 2 other players in the game in it.

It's not garbage, just completely irrelevant. I'll leave it to you to figure out where I got it from.

As for the names, I just replaced the names in there with Colton and safariguy.

[edocsil]

Shakespeare King Richard III

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Clarence comes.

[safariguy5]

I'm flattered Ace, that's probably the most eloquently anyone has voted me.

[jrl332005]

Hello all! oh colton suck it up. that is what mafia is about you just didnt provide a good enough reason why you were not maf. just dont screw that chance up this time if the spotlight shines on you again.

[sensfan]

ill reserve

[colton24]

Hello all! oh colton suck it up. that is what mafia is about you just didnt provide a good enough reason why you were not maf. just dont screw that chance up this time if the spotlight shines on you again.

YOU DIDN'T LET ME CLAIM YOU DIPSHIT!!!!

[cena-rules]

I recognised it from the opening line so didnt read it.
vote uhum