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Western Mafia - Day 4

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Gold City is a place where bandits roam freely, and take what they please from the good people of the town. Although the Sherriff and his deputy can sometimes bring law to the lawless folk, but the gangs of bandits are far too numerous to be completely destroyed. The Mayor agrees something needs to be done. He announces that every day, the towns-people will vote on who will be lynched. Finally, order could be restored in Gold City.

Past Storylines:

Day 4, Sunset

The town had decided. wouwie13 was to be put to death. Suspicions arose about the man from the very beginning, and his disgustingly curvy name did nothing but further prove he was a lowly bandit. The sherriff strung ol' wouwie up and hung the poor man.

After a thorough search of his house, it was discovered that he was infact a (Townie).

"Why don't we just search their houses to begin with?" asked an inquisitive sherriff. the mayor scoffed.

"Keep up that additude, son and you'll be the next one lynched."

And so the day ended, after a rather peculiar 120 hours, and darkness fell upon Gold City. Several town members loaded up their revolvers, and prepared for the grim upcoming night..

Day 4, Morning

A rooster cried, greeting the new day. The sun rose above the barren mountians, unleashing light upon the old town. The townspeople got out from their beds, still tired. They gathered at the saloon, happy to see that, once again, everyone had survived the night. Almost immediatly though accusations started flying, occasionally interrupted by the swilling of alcohol. Nothing unusual there.

Day 3, Sunset

The town had decided. lukeiamyourfather was to be hung. The poor man hardly had time to even defend himself. He was taken to the gallows, much to the delight of the crowd.

"But wait, I'm innocent!" he screamed, but the time for talking was over.

lukeiamyourfather was hung. His house was searched. Items found there were a whip, luggage, and a picture of a stagecoach. It seemed the man hung was none other than the local Stagecoach Driver. Another loyal citizen had been killed. The sky darkened, and the town went back to their houses for the night. Others stayed behind and loaded up their guns, knowing that now was the time to strike..

Day 3, Afternoon

The sherriff took a break from his tireless efforts investigating and headed to the saloon for a drink or two. He sipped at his grog, only to be interrupted by a loud racket out back. The sherriff left his table and ran to the noise. He rammed the door open to find TheBrickster hanging from the ceiling on a noose. The sherriff sprung into action, quickly cutting the rope on which theBrickster was tied. TheBrickster tumbled to the floor, gasping for breath, and the sherriff let out a sigh of relief. TheBrickster was saved, but it would take him a while to recover from the incident.

Meanwhile, the Mayor sat in his office impatiently, furius at the inactivity of the town. He doubted the town would ever be rid of criminals at this rate. The arrival of a mysterious man hadn't seemed to rouse the townies, despite the new information he had about some of the citizens. Will this information save this good town, or will it serve only to dismantle the remaining law left in the damned town.

Day 3, Morning

A rooster cried, greeting the new day. The sun rose above the barren mountians, unleashing light upon the old town. The townspeople got out from their beds, still tired. They gathered at the saloon, happy to see that, once again, everyone had survived the night. Almost immediatly though accusations started flying, occasionally interrupted by the swilling of alcohol. Nothing unusual there. There was about to be something very unusual, though. The saloon doors flapped open, and a ragged looking stranger walked in.

This stranger went by the name of Username_Taken, and although none knew him, he seemed to know quite alot about them...

Day 2, Sunset

The townspeople had been confronting each other left, right and centre and had come to no conclusion. The mayor sighed.

"We'll continue in the morning.." The townspeople returned to their houses, even more suspicous of each other..

Day 2, Midday

The Day was getting late, and the mayor was getting impatient. The inhabitants of Gold City, paranoid as ever, had spent most of the day trying to lynch everyone in sight. The mayor finally stood up, furious.

"Why you dirty yellow-bellied cowards! You folk are the most indecisive lot I've ever layed eyes on! Ya'll better finish this here investigation soon, or we're going to bed lynch-less tonight!"

With those wise words, the town once again began to route out the criminals from the good town. Or tried to atleast ...

Day 2, Morning

It had been a long and restless night. No doubt the bandits had been busy. The town awoke to the call of a rooster. All but the Brickster... he slept a few minutes longer. The town gathered together at the gallows, surprised to see everyone still alive. Rumours had already started spreading however, and it surely wouldn't be long until someone joined ricecracker in the graveyard.

Day 1, Sunset

ricecracker had been the name on the lips of many of the townspeople the whole day. Not the delicious snack either, but one of the citizens. ricecracker had tried to prove his innocence, claiming to be the deputy sherriff, but the town was having none of it. Ricecracker was taken to the gallows and hung..

Ricecracker's badge fell to the floor, with the word 'DEPUTY' engraved on it.

"Oops, looks like he was a Townie after all" said the mayor, his cheeks now a reddish colour. The townspeople, feeling rather silly, returned to their houses for the night, hoping the next day will be more successful. The bandits, however, loaded up their guns and prepared to rid themselves of a few more town members...

Day 1, Morning

The inhabitants of Gold City gathered around their trusted mayor, who clearly had something important to say. The noise of the townspeople died down as the mayor's booming voice echoed throughout the city.

"This town is in great peril! Many a bandit has made this town their home, and now, something has to be done. As the mayor, I have come up with a solution - we will all search the town, trying to route out the outlaws, and finally free this town of evil. Anyone we find suspicious will be hanged. Now, harden your hearts for the coming task. Once this is all over, we will once again be able to roam freely without the threat of bandits!"

The crowd cheered, despite the mayor's flawed system. For their spirits had been uplifted, and they would follow the mayor's plan the all the way, or die trying. The townspeople walked back to their homes, and so, presumeably, did the bandits.

Inhabitants of Gold City

- Tanotrooper

- TheBrickster

- Trexxen

- Piranha

- Hinckley (Replacing Quarryman)

- ImperialScouts (Replacing Captain Ka-Boom)

- casewindu (Replacing Capn Kirk 911)

- Username_Taken

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The Graveyard

- ricecracker: Lynched, Day 1 (Townie) - Was clearly loved by the entire town.

- lukeiamyourfather: Lynched, Day 3 (Townie) - Being Luke's father did nothing to save this poor soul from being lynched.

-wouwie13: Lynched, Day 4 (Townie) - His curvy name will no longer dishearten the good town.

5 votes to lynch.

Rules can be found in the Day 1 Thread. If you have any more questions, feel free to PM me.

Have Fun ;-)

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I say since we've already hung two townies, we finish off the rest and loot this God-forsaken town. Hell, if I get shot in the process, then I'll at least go out in a bang. :-D

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Poor me a cold one Molly. ;-)

Only if I can have a sip. Hell, I'll take one too. Bartender...

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Only if I can have a sip. Hell, I'll take one too. Bartender...

Oh, oops. I thought you were the barmaid. That noose you're wearing brings out the brown in your eyes. What's your name, beautiful?

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Day 4

A rooster cried, greeting the new day. The sun rose above the barren mountians, unleashing light upon the old town. The townspeople got out from their beds, still tired. They gathered at the saloon, happy to see that, once again, everyone had survived the night. Almost immediatly though accusations started flying, occasionally interrupted by the swilling of alcohol. Nothing unusual there.

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Can I get some whiskey with my bacon and eggs please? Seriously, it's like folks in this town never heard of breakfast... |-/

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Can i have a triple whisky please?

Who should we hang next? I would say one of those strangers!

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Well, let's see what people have to say about anything. Where's the fun if we just come in and start hanging people without knowing why...

I hear there's gold in them thar hills.

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I hear there's gold in them thar hills.

And if I'm correctly, Wouwie13 told us 2 days ago he was going to mine it! Let's keep a close eye on him...

Some bacon and eggs would be great Molly

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And if I'm correctly, Wouwie13 told us 2 days ago he was going to mine it! Let's keep a close eye on him...

Some bacon and eggs would be great Molly

Did you find any gold out there wouwie?

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I heard that there be a hide out over there in them hills as well. Though, this is but a rumour slipped into my ears by one toxicated fellow. Who knows?

Give me a glass o' water...

...

And put it in a dirty glass as well.

Feeling better today Ms. Brown?

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I say since we've already hung two townies, we finish off the rest and loot this God-forsaken town. Hell, if I get shot in the process, then I'll at least go out in a bang. :-D

When I drink whiskey, I tend to get observationy and I can't help but observe

  • that Miss Molly has a good point. Logic says that the townies are outnumbered now.
  • that a scared townie would probably be the first to suggest a lynching after two others were lynched.
  • that since this town seems to be lynch happy, some might be interested in forming an alliance, agreeing not to lynch each other.

Damn, I'm out of whiskey. Anyone feel like searching the hills for this gold everyone keeps talking about?

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  • that since this town seems to be lynch happy, some might be interested in forming an alliance, agreeing not to lynch each other.

Pardon me, sir, but would that not allow these 'alliances' to begin to lynch others from other 'alliances', therefore people will be lynched regardless whether they are a townie or not?

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Pardon me, sir, but would that not allow these 'alliances' to begin to lynch others from other 'alliances', therefore people will be lynched regardless whether they are a townie or not?

I hadn't thought about that, let me get another whiskey.

Hmmm...I observe that the alliance could only be of a mixture...but the townies are outnumbered ;-) ...such an alliance would only protect the people in it for four more days...joining such an alliance would just be for survival's sake...and simple math says five would have to turn against four, at least...

Whiskey's gone. How's your day going? What's everyone's name, anyway? I know Molly ;-) , but I'm not sure I've had the pleasure of meeting anyone else.

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Hey you new fellow, Hicnkley I haven't seen you before

But nice to meet you, I am Piranha

I'll buy you a drink

Bartender, more whisky....

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Hey you new fellow, Hicnkley I haven't seen you before

But nice to meet you, I am Piranha

I'll buy you a drink

Bartender, more whisky....

|-/ I haven't introduced myself, stranger and I don't know who Hicnkley is...

But I sure do like Whiskey! *sweet* Thanks, brother. I mean, stranger. What's your name? ;-)

EDIT: :-$ Oh I see you've already told me your name. Actually I read it. So Piranha, why do they call you that?

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I hadn't thought about that, let me get another whiskey.

I'll buy ya another.

Whiskey's gone. How's your day going? What's everyone's name, anyway? I know Molly ;-) , but I'm not sure I've had the pleasure of meeting anyone else.

It'd be rather rude to ask for names without mentioning your own, right?

I'm Mr. Thomsen, by the way, a ple-esure to meet ya, sir. What is yer name?

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I'll buy ya another.

It'd be rather rude to ask for names without mentioning your own, right?

I'm Mr. Thomsen, by the way, a ple-esure to meet ya, sir. What is yer name?

Joe...seph...Smith...son

Joseph Smithson...

8-| ...

My ancestors were swedish... :-$

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Err, um did I say Hinckley! My mistake Joe, its just that you look like a Hinckley :-$

Damn you drink whiskey fast! Barkeeper, give him another

They call me Piranha, because like the fish piranha that attacks lighting fast, I can draw a gun lightning fast ;-)

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Err, um did I say Hinckley! My mistake Joe, its just that you look like a Hinckley :-$

Damn you drink whiskey fast! Barkeeper, give him another

They call me Piranha, because like the fish piranha that attacks lighting fast, I can draw a gun lightning fast ;-)

Me too. ;-) My aim wasn't always so good though, I once accidentally shot myself in the it band because I shot before I drew... :-D :-D :-D

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Me too. ;-) My aim wasn't always so good though, I once accidentally shot myself in the it band because I shot before I drew... :-D :-D :-D

Happens all the time ;-) It happens when you cock it and place back in your holster then draw

I knew a guy who shot his foot off that way :-D

Perhaps you'd like to see my guns, 2 Colt peacemaker's

I got em when I visited Virgina City

Man that was a wild town!

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Happens all the time ;-) It happens when you cock it and place back in your holster then draw

I knew a guy who shot his foot off that way :-D

Perhaps you'd like to see my guns, 2 Colt peacemaker's

I got em when I visited Virgina City

Man that was a wild town!

This whiskey's got me observing again.

I'm making the observation that the best time for five of us to align against the other four would be now. So I guess, if that's going to happen five of us need to align. I also observe it may be the best strategy to get anywhere in what is our lives but seems to be some sort of game. Although in real life if I were a bandit, I might know who else was in my gang, or if I were the innkeeper, I might know who else works in the town, but that's neither here nor there...

I need some more whiskey. :-$

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Thats a very logical observation Joe

So who do you think is suspicious?

Barkeeper! Mr. Smithson needs whiskey! Leave the bottle too

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Thats a very logical observation Joe

So who do you think is suspicious?

Barkeeper! Mr. Smithson needs whiskey! Leave the bottle too

Doesn't matter who is suspicious. Only matters the next three people to join our alliance, I mean, if we chose that strategy...

Then we could figure out who's suspicious by the way they act. If 5 of us aligned against four. The four would start begging for their lives and someone would end up giving themselves away... ;-)

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