Mafia: It's Like Werewolf But Better

Mafia: It's Like Werewolf But Better is a game of Mafia, hosted in The Spectrum by Mushy Pea. It was the first Mafia/ Werewolf game played in The Spectrum that used the Mafia theme, as the previous four games in the region used that of Werewolf. The game is currently in progress, and it commenced on 16th April, 2007.

Players

1. Dhatsun
2. Daveanoyl Chloride
3. Buttery Boonswoggles
4. Calumnius
5. Oldham Road
6. Sherylannia
7. White-Rose
8. Nintenduu 64
9. Don Flanioso
10. Domas-Porada
11. Adoggo

Rules

Courtesy of White-Rose
Rules were pretty much standard. Day and night lasted for one realtime day each to give players chance to use night abilities if they have them. WEEKEND WAS CLASSED AS ONE DAY.

In order to vote, clearly state who you are voting using the 'Vote: [name]' format. When votes were cas players would either inform Mushy Pea either in person or by telegram so the vote was counted rather than being pushed off the messages lists. Change of vote was easy, it could be carried out as many times as a player liked, as long as the last vote was unvoted first, by saying 'Unvote: [name]'.

Plot

PROLOGUE

The moonlight reflected off the softly undulating tide, causing all shadows to flicker and shake as if they were nervous. Two figures, with a third suspended between them, lumbered their way along the pier until they came to their grimy destination: the enormous container full of the fish that had spoiled that day before they made it back to shore. Tomorrow, it would either be dumped into the ocean for the sharks or it would be used as bait, whichever came first. Either way, it was what they wanted. two of them were there because of a job. Not a particularly hard job; in fact it was insultingly easy, which was part of the reason why one was in such a sore mood that night. The other was there because the Don had told him he would be at the pier one way or another, and he took that to mean the worst, which it probably did. Life was hard in the mafia. It got fun with the occasional whoopee cushion on the Don’s chair at dinner, but it wasn’t fun for long, especially if said dinner required a steak knife.
They looked at the container and grabbed their payload at each end hurling it into the stink pit, sending a pungent and extremely disgusting volley of squid towards them upon impact.
“I’ll get tha car, you clean this up.”
“Well, why me?”
“’Cuz I said so.”
“Well I ain’t doin’ it.”
“You wanna die?”
“No.”
“Then do it.”
“Shut up, I ain’t doin’ it.”
“Well it’s gotta get done. The workers know that the seagulls don’t eat 50 pounds of squid all at once.”
“Well, I ain’t doin’ it.”
“Why?”
“’Cuz”
“’Cuz why?”
“’Cuz I don’t like squid, a’ight.”
“…”
“What? I don’t.”
“You’d better be f*ckin’ jokin’ me. TELL ME ya f*ckin’ jokin’ me.”
“No…They’re all slimy n’ smelly n’ they f*ckin’ ink all over the place, an’ Ma jus’ got me a new suit wit summa tha casino money, an I don’ wanna piss ‘er off, a’ight?”
“Then why’d you agree ta work tha stiff?”
“I made you take tha messy end. Plus, they got that beak.”
“…”
“No, seriously, they got that hard little beak that they bite on stuff wit. That’s a f*ckin’ nightmare right there. What if one o’ thems is still alive?”
“Do they f*ckin’ smell alive to you?”
“What if one bites me?”
“Then I’ll kiss it and make it all f*ckin’ betta.”
“Whateva’, I still ain’t pickin’ up no squid.”
“No squid, then? Fine…”
He drew his pistol, a .45 his father had gotten him for his birthday when he was 14, and made a few of the squid about as dead as anything can get.
“There. Now it’s soup. Pick it up.”
“That’s f*ckin’ gross.”
“Look in tha mirra, momma’s boy.”
“Just because my Ma loves me betta than yours is no reason fa you ta bully me aroun’”
“She don’ love you, she just thinks yous is too much uva igormus ta know ya head from ya arse without her help.”
“That’s ignoramus.”
“Why thank you, Dr. Princeton-F*cking-Dipsh*t! Next time ya feel like gracin’ me wit your amazin’ smarts, why don’ ya gimme fair warning so I at least know when to get down on my knees, wilyeh?
“Eh, f*ck you!”
“You would, pansy!”
There was a tense moment of silence during which nothing happened. Then, after a few seconds, nothing continued to happen. Minutes passed as the two did their best to avoid each other’s eyes until…
“Look, maybe you could jus’ kick tha squid inta tha wata, and th…”
“What was that?”
“I said maybe ya could jus’…”
“I’m sorry, my hearin’ must be bad tonight. Speak up.”
“Look, jus’ kick tha squid inta tha wata and we’ll be done wit it.”
“Oh, do my ears deceive me, or did you jus’ cut me sum slack?”
“Oh, yeah, do that then. F*ckin’ rub it in. Real nice.”
“A’ight, a’ight, but I won’ fuhget this.”
“You will if I tells ya to.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and began gingerly nudging all the squid into the water one by one with his toe. While the other turned the corner, slid into the driver’s seat of his ’72 Cadillac, discovered it wouldn’t start, swore at it until it did and drove around to meet his partner.
“Hey, who was that stiff anyways?”
“Him? That was Jimmy Salieri.”
“You sure?”
There was a pause.
“Y…e…a…h… why?”
“I dunno, it didn’ really look like ‘im. Looked familiar, but not like ‘im.”
“Well, maybe he dyed ‘is hair or sumthin. He was hidin’ from the Don.”
“Maybe. Come ta think of it, I don’ think Jimmy lives in a house. ‘e lives in a ‘partment in Queens, righ’?”
“Huh.”
“Hey, you know who that stiff reminds me of…the Don’s ol’ friend, Joe Carducci.”
“Oh, yeah, Uncle Joe. Heh.”
Silence.

“Oh sh*t,”

DAY 1 BEGINS.
DAY 1 WILL END 8PM TUESDAY
Joe Carducci [Whitmorium] sleeps with the fishes

Day One

I stared into his fiery gaze, his scarred facial features showing nothing but rage. His fists were still clenched, my blood trickling down his knuckles. His stance was square, he was a much larger man than I had first thought, and now he was squaring off with me, ready for a fight. He growled like a beast at me, frustrated, unable to move at barrel’s end. I aimed the gun directly at his head and stared him straight in those fiery eyes. My eyebrow line was bleeding from the punch I’d received, but through the blood and bruising, he could still see that I was prepared to kill him.

I had two options: drop the gun and allow this man to do what he wishes, or pull the trigger, send a bullet through his head and kill him. Neither option was something that I wanted to do myself. The air got thin as I tried to get a grasp on the situation. I could feel the blood pumping through every inch of my body as a cold sweat began to break out on my forehead. My hand gripped the handle of the weapon so tightly that it began to tremble. I continued to stare into my attackers fierce gaze, however after remembering 'their' words “Nintenduu 64” in my mind, he could tell that the anger which had overtaken my body after his punch, was being replaced by fear, confusion and doubt.

Realizing that I was hesitant he began to take small baby steps towards me. I stiffened my arm to try and drive him back but it was no use, he continued to step toward me and square off. We were at a standstill, and unless I mustered up the courage to pull the trigger and end this man’s life, he would reach me. Little by little he was getting close and I was running out of time. My hand trembled more and more as I waited, thinking it over. He stared into my eyes, fury firing from his gaze to mine. This was it; he was planning to lunge for the gun.

My heart was beating in the back of my throat. I aimed the gun steadily at his head, ready to kill him as that was the decision I had to make… He took another step forward. My arm stiffened even more as he took another step, fury in his face, blood still trickling from his knuckles. The realization hit me, he was not squaring off in order to disarm me, but rather to kill me… knock the gun away and drive me to the ground. He wanted to use his size to overpower me and kill me with his bare hands. One punch did this, I couldn’t imagine the stinging pain that would come from more. The rest of my body joined my hand in trembling as I took a small step backwards, my heal hit the wall behind me and I let out a small gulp. I knew now that there would be no escape. One of us was going to die here. “Kill or be killed” I thought to myself, “Kill or be killed.”

He was too close now. I had to decide, what to do. Do I pull the trigger and end another man’s life? Or do I allow the 'others' to be the death of me? He let out a loud grunt as he took his final step forward. He was mere inches away from the barrel of the gun. I couldn’t think any longer. I had to decide. Suddenly before I could think, my attacker pivoted on his feet and lunged forward. I closed my eyes and felt his large hand grab my wrist. I lost control of my body as all my fear, all my anger, all my doubt flowed through my body, up my arm, and down to my trigger finger. I heard one loud bang…followed by silence.
No pain, just silence.

DAY ONE SUMMARY -
Underboss Bernardo Provenzano [NINTENDUU 64] is executed by majority vote.
Alignment: Bad Guy - Back Stabbing Mafia Family Member

NIGHT 1 BEGINS
NIGHT 1 ENDS 8PM WEDNESDAY

Night One

Of all the scantily clad lovelies in the room, Deirdre was the one that caught his attention, fast and hard like a punch in the jaw. His favourite kind of woman.

“Interested in spending a little time?” he asked.

The eagerness shone from her foul eyes.
“Interested in spending a little?” she countered, leaning in just enough for him to catch the smell of her strong perfume, the baby powder deodorant and the cinnamon breath mints.

“A little what, doll face?” he replied, and Deirdre giggled.
It wasn’t a seductive chuckle filled with erotic little promises. It was the kind of thing emitted while watching cartoons. “Come on, kid. Half an hour, if you’ve got it.”

“Honey,” she said, dragging a fingernail against her collar, low enough for him to know she hadn’t bothered with a bra, “I’ve got it. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve got it.”

And so they left the pulse of seedy beats behind and spilled onto the concrete, her boots creating a frantic tattoo, his loafers a soft shuffle. She was a bundle of nerves in leather pants. A schoolgirl playing at call girl.

“How far’s this apartment of yours?” he demanded, as the sound of music and drunk laughter began to fade.

She smiled. They were reaching the part of town where everyone was snug asleep in their beds, or curled up in front of the TV, or absorbed in a book. Huddled around something that would keep the night and its inhabitants far, far away. He looked at her and smiled back.

“What’s so funny?”
“Just circumstances, that’s all.”

They slipped quietly off the beaten path and to the side of someone’s house. She continued to lead until her steps stopped abruptly,

“End of the line”

Jolts shot through his spine in quick succession, he lost his footing and fell face first onto the concrete earth. He couldn’t get up even if he tried.

“Looks like I got the sleeze ball you were telling me about th…”
The words trailed off and all that he could make out was the glinting badge saying ‘NYPD’
A figure in the shadows was watching closely at the proceedings, waiting, his goal was taken from him and now he must wait…

“DAY ONE – 5:58pm
I’m almost done. So close. Only one more. After all this time, all these sacrifices, all this pain. Only one more. One more Rose. I can’t stand to look at them for long. It brings tears to my eyes. So beautiful. So pretty. And I only need one more. One more and I will be done.
All done.
Done.
My basement keeps them cool and fresh. But I don’t have much time. Tonight, I must succeed. I must have my last, final Rose. And then I will be complete. No more worrying, no more sleepless nights, no more pain. I can’t look at them for long. So beautiful. I go upstairs again, leave my roses to rest. They are pretty. So pretty.
I sleep. And I dream. I dream of my Seven pretty Roses. They’re mine, and mine alone. Untouched. Unsoiled. Innocent. Forever mine.
NIGHT ONE – 10:53pm
I wake and I cry. My dreams taunt me, again. But I’m so close. Only one more. One last Rose. I go down to the basement. My roses. So pretty. I caress them. I whisper to them like a forgotten lover. So beautiful.
I leave them again. It’s time to end this. Its time to find my last Rose. I walk outside. It’s raining. I walk and walk. Searching for my Rose. And I succeed. In a dark alley, I walk closer. Closer to my Rose. He smiles. He doesn’t see the gun in my hand.”

NIGHT ONE SUMMARY –
Advisor Antonino Giuffrè [Don Flanioso] was electrocuted
Role: Seer

Constable Dibble [Sherylannia] was found dead in an alleyway, heart missing, diary entry found with scribbles of thoughts on it left next to the body.
Role: Policeman

DAY TWO BEGINS
DAY TWO VOTING ENDS 8pm THURSDAY

Trivia

• The initial roles of Daveanoyl Chloride and Buttery Boonswoggles were the same, until this was brought to light on Day One. The votes cast involved both nations and so the two were granted voting immunity and the role problem solved.