You can have fun, but during the game you are expected to play to win. That means you take it seriously and do the best to help your side, whichever that may be.

BLinD-RawR

ALLEYCAT BLUES51080 Posts

June 28 2012 16:44 GMT

#113

of course when we start the game we will be playing the game but for now i'm gonna dick around.

andrewlt

United States7702 Posts

June 28 2012 17:39 GMT

#114

On June 29 2012 01:30 BLinD-RawR wrote:
u do realize this is the ABL mafia game right?

of course its gonna be like the ABL

10 pages of off-topic for every 1 page scumhunting?

JingleHell

United States11308 Posts

June 28 2012 17:42 GMT

#115

On June 29 2012 02:39 andrewlt wrote:

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10 pages of off-topic for every 1 page scumhunting?

That's why we'll have a policy lynch on OT posts.

andrewlt

United States7702 Posts

June 28 2012 18:12 GMT

#116

I think I'm going to want the observer qt on this one, if there is one. Should be interesting.

ghost_403

United States1825 Posts

June 28 2012 19:02 GMT

#117

Alright, time to start sending out the role PMs. I'll now request that there be silence in the thread between all of the players until the game officially begins at 22:00 GMT (+00:00). Anyone interesting in observing the game, PM me or theToast, and we'll give you a link.

All players, good luck and have fun!

ghost_403

United States1825 Posts

June 28 2012 21:00 GMT

#118

It’s a quiet Saturday morning, early yet. The sun has just barely cleared the horizon, its light still weak and new. Most of the city has yet to stir from their beds, still slumbering away. The street below TL Headquarters is quiet, only the familiar sounds of the early risers; a car horn in the distance, the gentle rumble of car engines, a few birds chirping their early morning sounds.

Yet amongst the usual parked cars sits a strange unmarked red van. It would be almost unnoticeable if not for the small dish style antenna on the top, pointed directly at TL HQ. Inside the back of the van sat a man, hunched over a keyboard. The van’s windows were blacked out, and a small curtain shielded the man from eyes prying in through the windshield. The only light came from the soft bluish glow of the computer monitors, the only sounds from the soft hum of the computer and the light tapping of the keyboard. The monitors were filled with lines of complex code, scrolling endlessly down and the man feverishly typed new lines.

About 100 feet behind the van sat another vehicle, a blue sedan, nondescript and inconspicuous. In the driver’s seat of the sedan seat sat another man, this one tougher and most intense then the first He wore large dark aviators, and a dark leather jacket like a cop out of some 70s crime drama. His face was stone, cold and expressionless, shifting only to take an occasional sip of a dark black coffee from a small Styrofoam cup. On the passenger’s seat next to him sat a laptop, the screen taken up by several large scrolling graphs, each monitoring some type of network traffic. The man sat for what seems like a lifetime, waiting, staring intently at the van.

Inside TL HQ all was completely quiet, completely still. Suddenly the serenity was broken by a loud beep from the TL main computer. The black screen snapped on to reveal a large flashing message: “Network Intruder Detected”. The computer again beeped loudly. Then again. But no one heard it, there was no one there. The entire TL staff had been called away the night before after receiving and urgent message from Nazgul concerning a TLO beard emergency. It would be another 6 hours before they would realize it was a fake, a wild goose chase meant to distract them.

But the man in the sedan wasn’t distracted; he glanced at his laptop and realized instantly what was going on. He quickly sent a text message from his phone and reached into the glove box, his hand emerged clutching a large black .45 revolver. He leapt from the car and raced towards the van, grapping the back door and throwing it open. The man inside looked up, surprised. “ghost_403!! How did you find me!?” The other man responded sharply, “It’s all over TheToast! I know about your plan to take over TL, and the cops are on their way.” The distant wailing of several police sirens could be heard.

TheToast’s eyes darted quickly to his computer monitor and back to ghost_403. “Really…” TheToast said slyly. In a flash his hands flung to the keyboard and typed out a short line of code. “Back away!” ghost_403 yelled, shoving the revolver into TheToast’s face. “It’s too late.” TheToast gloated. “I’ve just deleted you. Your TL account, every post, everything. It’s all gone. It’s like you never existed”.

ghost_403 was stunned. “What?! No! Damn you Toast! Well, at least I stopped you before it was too late!” The squad cars arrived, and the police began hand cuffing TheToast. As they were taking him away, TheToast turned to ghost_403. “Did you really think I was working alone ghost?! Hahaha! No, I recruited every lousy poster and banned user I could find to help me. Even now their working to undermine TL’s staff. We’ll succeed yet in taking over TL and liberating it from the Nazi mods! You’ll see Hahahahah!”

TheToast continued laughing ominously as the squad car pulled away, leaving ghost_403 standing all alone in the street, wondering if the other members of the conspiracy can be found before it’s too late…

TheToast, the 1337 hacker has been arrested!
ghost_403 the brilliant ABL poster has been deleted from existence!

~~Newbie Mini Mafia XIX~~The Automated Ban List Mini Mafia game has begun! You have 48 hours to decide who among you is a member of the conspiracy. Good luck, and godspeed.

marttorn

Norway5211 Posts

June 28 2012 21:08 GMT

#119

JingleHell

United States11308 Posts

June 28 2012 21:09 GMT

#120

Hello, my dear fellows. It seems vile posting has started rampaging, and we must seek out those in need of report, and get them banned! These scum hide amongst us, posting, vilifying our own, seeking to cause mayhem on our beloved board!
So, my friends, we shall dig through the evidence, seek them out, find them, and BAN them. If we can not get rid of these terrible posters, we'll be in a jam! Don't let them butter you up, see them for who they truly are. Feed them to the almighty hamsters, BANS FOR THE BANGOD!
I suggest we discuss policy. Specifically, we should avoid being too careless with policy. Trying to mindlessly do things a specific way will play right into the trolls hands. As soon as we have a written plan, with them lurking amidst our numbers, they can begin to fight back, by seeking to exploit that plan. Hence, I suggest that we treat each day's banning as it's own entity. Look for those causing the most trouble, and seek out the truly trash posters.
No patterns, no regrets. If you have a case to make against someone, make it, without fear of some "policy" making your case easier to manipulate by the scum amongst us. Some will seek the shadows, others the light. Not all shit posting is created equally! There may be a failsafe, or there may be a TI. We can not know, so we can not falter in our quest to offer blood and obeisance to the bangods!
ALL HAIL THE HAMSTERS!