Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
would now be a good time for me to explain my reads in pre-written posts?
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Re: Deep dive: damo
Deep dive on damo:
Damo posted slightly above average, but had w/post above only that of the newbie. Damo's posts are low-quality and encourage people to spend time discussing dumb stuff with him, such as this:
Damo's vote progression was:
no-kill>unvote>dargorygel>jamie>rdr>ghug>me>rdr
none of which were actually fully explained/logical, ranging from "clearly, voting no-kill in this setup will lead to us winning" to "I think the scum team is these three people for no reason"(then claims to not remember the reason) to "ghug doing this is town but rdr doing it is obviously scum".
And then there's damo's EoD, which contains a lot of scummy stuff. For example, the above quote, in which damo discusses phaser tactics an hour before EoD. Then there's posts like this:
Also note that damo seems to try to start new wagons/stir the pot every time that bona is a popular wagon.
"Well maybe damo townreads bona"
damo said literally nothing about bona except the time he claimed to solve with bona in that group. Oh, and that time bona and damo had a nice little conversation about night mech during EoD.
Conclusion: Probably scum
Most likely partners: Bona, Jamiet
Damo posted slightly above average, but had w/post above only that of the newbie. Damo's posts are low-quality and encourage people to spend time discussing dumb stuff with him, such as this:
Which is a completely absurd assumption that encourages bona to continue the conversation.
Damo's vote progression was:
no-kill>unvote>dargorygel>jamie>rdr>ghug>me>rdr
none of which were actually fully explained/logical, ranging from "clearly, voting no-kill in this setup will lead to us winning" to "I think the scum team is these three people for no reason"(then claims to not remember the reason) to "ghug doing this is town but rdr doing it is obviously scum".
And then there's damo's EoD, which contains a lot of scummy stuff. For example, the above quote, in which damo discusses phaser tactics an hour before EoD. Then there's posts like this:
As I said at the time, this looks very much like damo is trying to get jamiet to vote me (to prove this argument false), to cover for bona. Especially so given bona then +1'ed it.
Also note that damo seems to try to start new wagons/stir the pot every time that bona is a popular wagon.
"Well maybe damo townreads bona"
damo said literally nothing about bona except the time he claimed to solve with bona in that group. Oh, and that time bona and damo had a nice little conversation about night mech during EoD.
Conclusion: Probably scum
Most likely partners: Bona, Jamiet
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Re: Deep dive: will
Deep dive: Will
Will made a lot of decently thick posts during d1, but I don't actually see many reads. Take for example the fact that will doesn't mention vecna at all except for responding to vecna claiming will was copying vecna's reads. I get the impression will wasn't totally reading the thread.
Will's vote progression was:
rdr
Seriously, will made one vote during the entirety of d1.
The vote itself was as low quality as the rest of will's posts.
One thing I will note: Will seems to be very particular and panicky about red not dying. Those two could be paired.
Finally I'm going to go ahead and give a quote for the argument that will is making low quality posts because I haven't done that yet:
Most likely teammates: Vecna, Bona
Will made a lot of decently thick posts during d1, but I don't actually see many reads. Take for example the fact that will doesn't mention vecna at all except for responding to vecna claiming will was copying vecna's reads. I get the impression will wasn't totally reading the thread.
Will's vote progression was:
rdr
Seriously, will made one vote during the entirety of d1.
The vote itself was as low quality as the rest of will's posts.
One thing I will note: Will seems to be very particular and panicky about red not dying. Those two could be paired.
Finally I'm going to go ahead and give a quote for the argument that will is making low quality posts because I haven't done that yet:
or maybe thisJustAGuyNamedWill wrote: ↑Fri Nov 08, 2024 6:35 pmYe i tried to attack a photo of your mom but it took up all the bandwidthJamiet99uk wrote: ↑Fri Nov 08, 2024 6:08 pmApparently we can no longer post images because the "Board Attachment Quota" has been exceeded.
Sad.
Conclusion: Weak scum, considered a lurkerJustAGuyNamedWill wrote: ↑Sat Nov 09, 2024 9:12 pmI finally understand why people hate that I post so much
Most likely teammates: Vecna, Bona
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Re: Deep dive: dargorygel
Deep dive: dargorygel
Dargorygel made a lot of relatively short posts, but there's a lot more in there than the posts of, say, will. For example, in dargorygel's 520 words from d1, they asked 13 questions compared to will asking 9 questions in 1092 words (questions usually trigger useful conversation that can be analyzed later).
darg's vote progression was:
will>red>bona
which at first appears to be relatively few votes, but not when you consider that most of the votes happened in the last 10 hours, while dargorygel's last post d1 was around 11 hours before EoD.
In fact, dargorygel asking questions is even more impressive considering that he wasn't active in the last 10 hours. Almost nothing was happening in those first 36 hours.
key post:
Conclusion: Weak town
Most likely teammates: Damo, Will
Dargorygel made a lot of relatively short posts, but there's a lot more in there than the posts of, say, will. For example, in dargorygel's 520 words from d1, they asked 13 questions compared to will asking 9 questions in 1092 words (questions usually trigger useful conversation that can be analyzed later).
darg's vote progression was:
will>red>bona
which at first appears to be relatively few votes, but not when you consider that most of the votes happened in the last 10 hours, while dargorygel's last post d1 was around 11 hours before EoD.
In fact, dargorygel asking questions is even more impressive considering that he wasn't active in the last 10 hours. Almost nothing was happening in those first 36 hours.
key post:
("the plan" being everyone using phasers n1)dargorygel wrote: ↑Fri Nov 08, 2024 12:28 pmIn fact... that is for everyone. Would you have gone along with the plan?
Conclusion: Weak town
Most likely teammates: Damo, Will
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
In the unlikely event that I die, good luck
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"Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock."
-Will Rogers
"Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock."
-Will Rogers
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
ATTENTION CREW:
This is your Captain speaking.
PLEASE HOLD!
This is your Captain speaking.
PLEASE HOLD!
The moral of the boy who cried wolf? Never tell the same lie twice--Elim Garak
Take a minute of your day to be nice to someone, you dumb son of a bitch -- Iron Sheik
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Star Date 54018.5:
Lieutenant Reginald Barclay entered the holodeck he had reserved for the next 3 days of R&R. He had been to Risa before, and while he saw the appeal, he could make the holodeck be whatever he needed for a vacation.
Star Date 54020.7:
Reginald Barclay moved through the shimmering trees of the Holodeck, each step echoing with the clink of polished armor. As he raised his visor, the world around him transformed into a vivid medieval tapestry, bright with the colors of banners and the sounds of clashing swords. Here, he wasn’t Reginald the awkward engineer, whose words always seemed to stumble and whose confidence faltered at the slightest glance. Here, he was Sir Lancelot, the valiant knight of Arthur’s court—a hero among heroes.
The simulation flickered as a nearby knight charged toward him, lance aimed and shouting a challenge, and Barclay braced himself with a practiced strength he didn’t know he had outside this world. In the heat of battle, he shed his insecurities and let the character envelop him, each swing of his sword releasing a piece of the frustration he carried. And when the trumpets sounded, calling him to stand by the king or defend a queen in need, he felt a rare sense of pride swell within him. Here, in the Holodeck, he could play out the life he’d always yearned for, one where he wasn’t the fumbling crewman in the background but the bold protector, the noble knight.
Yet, even amid the thrill of victory, a small part of him hesitated. He knew that when he stepped back into the familiar hum of the Enterprise, the courage and certainty he found here would dissipate like mist. But for now, as Sir Lancelot, he could hold his head high and, just for a little while, believe that he was someone truly brave.
As Barclay swung his sword to deflect the strike of a looming knight, the holodeck flickered and warped, disorienting him with sudden, jarring shifts in the simulation. The forest transformed into the smoky interior of a 1940s detective office, then into the sterile corridors of a Borg cube, with holocharacters adapting to each setting as they pursued him with eerie, synchronized determination. Figures from countless holoprograms—a pirate, a cowboy, even an ancient Roman soldier—advanced on him, each with weapons drawn and blank, menacing expressions that sent a chill down his spine. The familiar warmth and fantasy of the holodeck had twisted into something foreign and sinister.
“Computer, end program!” he shouted, panic lacing his voice. The computer didn’t respond, and the holodeck walls began to feel more like a cage than a sanctuary. One of the holocharacters lunged, its features glitching into those of another mid-strike, as if it were cycling through roles that had somehow merged in a bizarre patchwork of faces and forms. Barclay dodged, realizing that whoever or whatever had sabotaged the system had turned his beloved escape into a relentless, unpredictable gauntlet of his own imagined adversaries.
As the room shifted again—this time to a dimly lit, fog-filled battlefield—Barclay backed into a tree that wasn’t there a moment before. His heart pounded as he faced the advancing characters, each shifting between familiar and unfamiliar faces. He whispered a final, desperate command, “Computer, please…” but the holodeck only crackled, bathing him in static as the holographic figures surrounded him, leaving his fate sealed within the chaotic spiral of his own worst fears.
foodcoats HAS DIED HE WAS Lieutenant Reginald Barclay
DAY TWO HAS BEGUN
YOU MAY NOW POST
Lieutenant Reginald Barclay entered the holodeck he had reserved for the next 3 days of R&R. He had been to Risa before, and while he saw the appeal, he could make the holodeck be whatever he needed for a vacation.
Star Date 54020.7:
Reginald Barclay moved through the shimmering trees of the Holodeck, each step echoing with the clink of polished armor. As he raised his visor, the world around him transformed into a vivid medieval tapestry, bright with the colors of banners and the sounds of clashing swords. Here, he wasn’t Reginald the awkward engineer, whose words always seemed to stumble and whose confidence faltered at the slightest glance. Here, he was Sir Lancelot, the valiant knight of Arthur’s court—a hero among heroes.
The simulation flickered as a nearby knight charged toward him, lance aimed and shouting a challenge, and Barclay braced himself with a practiced strength he didn’t know he had outside this world. In the heat of battle, he shed his insecurities and let the character envelop him, each swing of his sword releasing a piece of the frustration he carried. And when the trumpets sounded, calling him to stand by the king or defend a queen in need, he felt a rare sense of pride swell within him. Here, in the Holodeck, he could play out the life he’d always yearned for, one where he wasn’t the fumbling crewman in the background but the bold protector, the noble knight.
Yet, even amid the thrill of victory, a small part of him hesitated. He knew that when he stepped back into the familiar hum of the Enterprise, the courage and certainty he found here would dissipate like mist. But for now, as Sir Lancelot, he could hold his head high and, just for a little while, believe that he was someone truly brave.
As Barclay swung his sword to deflect the strike of a looming knight, the holodeck flickered and warped, disorienting him with sudden, jarring shifts in the simulation. The forest transformed into the smoky interior of a 1940s detective office, then into the sterile corridors of a Borg cube, with holocharacters adapting to each setting as they pursued him with eerie, synchronized determination. Figures from countless holoprograms—a pirate, a cowboy, even an ancient Roman soldier—advanced on him, each with weapons drawn and blank, menacing expressions that sent a chill down his spine. The familiar warmth and fantasy of the holodeck had twisted into something foreign and sinister.
“Computer, end program!” he shouted, panic lacing his voice. The computer didn’t respond, and the holodeck walls began to feel more like a cage than a sanctuary. One of the holocharacters lunged, its features glitching into those of another mid-strike, as if it were cycling through roles that had somehow merged in a bizarre patchwork of faces and forms. Barclay dodged, realizing that whoever or whatever had sabotaged the system had turned his beloved escape into a relentless, unpredictable gauntlet of his own imagined adversaries.
As the room shifted again—this time to a dimly lit, fog-filled battlefield—Barclay backed into a tree that wasn’t there a moment before. His heart pounded as he faced the advancing characters, each shifting between familiar and unfamiliar faces. He whispered a final, desperate command, “Computer, please…” but the holodeck only crackled, bathing him in static as the holographic figures surrounded him, leaving his fate sealed within the chaotic spiral of his own worst fears.
foodcoats HAS DIED HE WAS Lieutenant Reginald Barclay
DAY TWO HAS BEGUN
YOU MAY NOW POST
The moral of the boy who cried wolf? Never tell the same lie twice--Elim Garak
Take a minute of your day to be nice to someone, you dumb son of a bitch -- Iron Sheik
Take a minute of your day to be nice to someone, you dumb son of a bitch -- Iron Sheik
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
for reasons previously explained I will ##vote damo
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
For the bot:
rdriviera2005 HAS DIED HE WAS CHIEF MILES O'BRIEN A MEMBER OF TOWN
rdriviera2005 HAS DIED HE WAS CHIEF MILES O'BRIEN A MEMBER OF TOWN
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Who is angry?
Why did you put your name down for this game, if you didn't intend to take part?
Potato, potato; potato.
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Number one, Please deal with this computer error. Chief Miles O'Brien (rdriviera2005) is trapped in the transporter and no longer with us, and the computer will not acknowledge.
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
First Officer’s Log:
rdrivera2005 has died. He was Chief Miles O’Brien
rdrivera2005 has died. He was Chief Miles O’Brien
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Not chronically online is fair and healthy but you need to talk more about the game when you're actually here.Red Neurax wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 10:33 pmbruh ive been talking a few times a day im not chronically online
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Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
not everyone spends hours on this websiteJamiet99uk wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 11:08 pmWho is angry?
Why did you put your name down for this game, if you didn't intend to take part?
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Thank you, Number One.
The moral of the boy who cried wolf? Never tell the same lie twice--Elim Garak
Take a minute of your day to be nice to someone, you dumb son of a bitch -- Iron Sheik
Take a minute of your day to be nice to someone, you dumb son of a bitch -- Iron Sheik
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
I like your damo case and would really like him to tell us why he moved.DiplomacyandWarfare wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 11:06 pmfor reasons previously explained I will ##vote damo
##VOTE bon appetit
Re: Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]
Jamie gets grumpy sometimes. I don't share his tone, but I do share his concerns. Tell me how you're seeing the game right now.Red Neurax wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 11:14 pmnot everyone spends hours on this websiteJamiet99uk wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 11:08 pmWho is angry?
Why did you put your name down for this game, if you didn't intend to take part?
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