Axilus Prime

I vote Pbrabbit. I don't know what reason I'm being accused for, but Pbrabbit says that it's either Church or me. When Drizzy said it wasn't Church, he said it was absolutely me. That leads me to believe that both he and Caboose are Mafia. Why else would he cover for them? Kill Pbrabbit for now. If he's innocent, feel free to kill me. If he's not, I say hit Caboose next.

I loved it. Halo 2 made me a big Arbiter fan, as my profile pic suggests.

Nice way to kick off our killing of the Mafia scum.

Suspect me if you want, and kill me if you insist. That'll still help narrow down who's Mafia. If only Mafia would not vote null, was I then Mafia in every preceding game? Yes, we strike down our own when we do this. Yes, it's a blind game because assuming the Detective isn't an idiot, no one he's investigated has appeared on the lists yet. But firing random shots is sadly the only way Protown can ever find the Mafia without the Detective investigating people who appear on the lists. We kill 3 civilians who were on the same list, we know the last is Mafia. We kill 2 Mafia on the same list, we know the rest are Protown. We kill people randomly because there's been no suspect list overlap, we make it much more likely that a later round will have said overlap.

THERE IT IS. That's what we've been missing. I couldn't put my finger on it. I know that sharing every investigation as we get it is a bad idea because the Mafia will just target the confirmed civvies. But whenever someone who had been investigated appears on a list, the Detective should tell a dead Protown, who should then post it here, without revealing the Detective's identity of course. I'm surprised I could forget that. The sheer amount of difference 11.0 had from previous games must have jumbled my head a little.

Still no overlap. I vote Fishy because I just can't read him in these games.

Considering there are 9 of them, that would be quite a destructive situation.

Still no leads. So I vote EK for sheer stupidity last game. "I am Mafia but I didn't kill him"

That's not a way around the rules at all, since he isn't knowingly doing it.

Nope, can't do that. Rules expressly forbid it. Losing your life is no excuse not to help, as others have said. If everyone took that approach last game, the Covenant would have certainly won. So pay attention to all the info that comes out, analyze it properly if need be, and always vote. Make sure to do it in the way that will best assist Protown. And for the record, I bloody told you people that Delpen had failed this city.

Incredibly simple, yet looks cool somehow.

I dunno about you guys, but I'm voting with kami.

I think you have an issue with your TV, or your TV connection. I had a bad HDMI cable last week and it was giving me the same problem...on 360. Then I bought a new one and it worked flawlessly.

Delpen9, you have failed this city! I vote for Delpen.

No, we play to kill the Mafia. Now, if Caboose happens to be one, that's convenient for a lot of people. But we have our goal.

Stealing lines now are we? I assume this means you figured out the word I meant. I had my doubts you could do it.

Screw it, I'm gonna pull a Bnus and tell everyone who I am in the first round. I am...

Your surrender made no difference. The votes were against you. Anyway, the One's sole power was that he was immortal. If he had played, this could be used to great effect, causing confusion and possibly even panic. That could be used to aid either side, or his own purposes. Especially if he LIED about his role power. That would definitely cause a panic if the lie was believable and threatening at the same time. Now, because he didn't play, he only caused confusion for a brief moment near the end. But it did make for some fun scenes, and allowed me to bring the whole story full circle with the Forerunner gauntlet and all that.

So, how were the scenes?

That's a bad idea. It will be weeks before your game starts, during which time the people who can play Mafia games will certainly change. They could get bogged down by IRL issues, preventing them from playing. It's better if they sign up as the game's about to start, because they'll know whether or not they can uphold their commitment to play at that time.

Caboose. A male chicken can also be called a rooster. However, there is another word for one. I would suggest you try and figure out what that word is. When you do, you'll regret this post immensely. Yes, yes you did. --- Day 9 The unlikely team's Phantom hovered outside a Forerunner structure identical to the one the Ultra had recently destroyed. "I told you tracking the energy flow used to teleport would work," the Honor Guard Ultra said. The Ultra snarled. "That was not my main concern. I question even further the usefulness of this entire endeavor." "If we did not have good reason, as I've said," the Honor Guard Ultra growled in response, nearly rising into a roar, "we would not tolerate your presence among us for an instant!" "Or perhaps, Covenant dog, you are simply mad enough to think you have good reason!" "In that case, maybe I should simply kill you now!" The Honor Guard Ultra's hand went to his sword handle, strapped to his thigh. The Ultra held his fist forward. Blindingly bright green flashed from between his fingers. "I have been charging this blast for the entire flight. Make one move against me and you die." "You'd blow a hole in the Phantom!" "The Corvette in orbit answers to the Swords of Sanghelios. I can easily remotely call a new one in." The Honor Guard Ultra huffed and moved his hand away from his sword handle grudgingly. "Time to get out." This time he activated the gravity lift rather than opening the side doors. Keeping the Phantom safe when they were this close meant keeping it at a higher altitude than usual, and the only way to descend safely from that height was by grav lift. So the three left the Phantom that way. To their surprise, they did not have to destroy the One's facility. The One was waiting for them outside. "Devil!" the Honor Guard Ultra bellowed, "This day you die!" "Is the thief bearing my weapon to fire a blast and kill me?" the One asked, mocking the Sangheili. "You still haven't realized what you are up against. What has been done to my body. I told you my brain was no longer centralized. You have seen that I survived even without a heart. What has been done to my body...is that it has been made immortal! No matter what manner of injury you may inflict, you cannot kill me." The Ultra held out his fist toward the One. "But we can incapacitate you. The fact that you bother to defend yourself, to retreat, to get repairs...I could make your body useless with one blast. And you'd never threaten anyone again. I've been charging this blast long enough that--" A jolt of pain went through his whole body when an Energy Sword to the side brought a portion of his shield down. "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He blocked the next sword lunge with his gauntlet, still holding the fist closed. The Ultra and Honor Guard Ultra alike were showered in energy, and their shields each went down. The Ultra evened out their shields with a swift punch to the face using the gauntlet arm, then leapt back. The Honor Guard Ultra's eye twitched, and even the Hunter was staring at him in confusion. In his hand was a new Energy Sword taken from the Phantom before they had come here. "If we cannot kill this Devil," he said, "then there is no point in this anymore! I'll kill you as originally planned!" At this, the Hunter sided with him in agreement and fired a fuel rod at the Ultra. The Ultra strafed left, but stopped abruptly when a gray and blue flash appeared in his way. The fuel rod narrowly missed him, and he realized what had happened just in time to punch the One in the face, then follow up with a kick that pushed him away. "You...!?" The One glared at the Ultra. "I hold no sympathy for any of you, but I will accept their help in destroying you. You are the thief of my weapon, and I will have it back." How ironic this was, the Ultra thought. A few words from the One, and all were against him. How quickly things changed. "You're all mad. It's you who can't be trusted with this!" He prepared to fire the blast, but hesitated when the thought of how long he had been charging it crossed his mind. That hesitation allowed the One to land a kick to his stomach, and ironically just when his shield had regenerated. It was now down, and the Honor Guard Ultra was charging. He threw a plasma grenade down in his path to stall him, then struck the One in the face with his elbow and ran away as fast as he could. I can't take the three of them...unless... Again the thought of how long he had been charging the blast crossed his mind, but in a good way. He ran for the Phantom. The Honor Guard Ultra, Hunter, and One all gave chase, but when they did so, the Phantom's auto-turrets had already recognized them as enemies of the Swords of Sanghelios by their repeated hostile actions. It fired on them, stalling all but the One. He, unlike the others, followed the Ultra up the grav lift. The Ultra hit the holobutton to ascend rapidly, but the moment afterward, his face was slammed into the wall. "GGGHHH!" He struggled to keep his fist closed. To open it here was to die. He tried to warn the One of this, "Your body will become useless if--" The One cut him off, throwing him to the rear of the Phantom, then advancing towards him. "When you die, your fingers will go limp and release that blast inside this craft. It will explode and kill you, and mangle my body beyond all use. That is your warning, your attempt to save your own skin. But I know the way to abort the firing sequence." He kicked the Ultra in the face as he attempted to get to his feet, bringing his shield down for a third time, then seized him by the gauntleted right arm and picked him up. With his other hand, the One reached for a protruding section of the gauntlet. In desperation, the Ultra drew his Energy Sword in his left hand and sliced the protrusion off. The One glared at him with unbridled fury, but before any of it could be applied, he stabbed the One in the eye of his empty helmet, then turned the blade to cut into the other eye and render it useless as well. The distraction allowed him to pull away from the One's grip and run to the controls while putting away his sword. He pushed a holobutton to open the Phantom's side doors next. At this point, they had risen high enough that the air started to flow out of the Phantom. While the Ultra held on, the disoriented One was cast out and sent hurtling toward the planet. The Ultra breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the holobutton to stop the Phantom's ascent. There was only one thing left to do. "It's over." Controlling his breath so as not to use up all the oxygen at this altitude, he calmly faced his fist towards the Forerunner planet and opened it. The blast he had been charging for hours was released. It took a few seconds to hit the ground. But when it did, there was a green flash the likes of which the Ultra had never seen. The ground he looked at formed cracks easily visible from his altitude, cracks wide and long enough that even from orbit they would be visible. Green light emanated from every crack in the planet's surface, and even from the horizon, displaying that the cracks spread across the entire planet. The Ultra closed the Phantom's doors and flew it away from the planet at full speed. For in his wake, the entire planet exploded. He made his way back to the Corvette, taking deep breaths once he was in its abundance of breathable air. After one last look out the ship's bridge at the floating debris, he activated the slipspace drive to return home. He left behind the unrecognizable strips of flesh, armor, and blood that once were the Honor Guard Ultra and Hunter, last of the Covenant infiltrators. And somewhere among that rubble floated the mangled, useless body of the One, who had suffered the worst fate of all. He would endure a living hell, floating forever in the vastness of space. Unspeaking. Unmoving. And yet undying. --- Church, Hunter, Lynched. Arbiter's forces win.

All that in a day? Looks amazing!

We are all targets now.

Suck a male chicken.