Mafia XII: Game thread - Game Over, The silent town is silenced for good

[[M] Mom – Host]

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As the ruler of the planet “OMECRON PERSEII EIGHT!” you hate humans out of principle, except on toast(quite tasty). Being a leader of a civilization of superior beings, you cannot join such lowlifes as the Mafia. Plus, it’ll be harder to acquire “Human horn” with most of the humans dead.

You are a Vanilla townie.

Seeing as your cape is custom made in New New York, you need them to stay alive. Therefore, you win with the town.

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Life has always been hard for you, never getting that 14th pony you wanted so much, having a fraternity named after you, just name it. Now that Kif, your last chance for a normal relationship has died, you want to take revenge on those that stole your make-up! Of course, once you are on a roll, why stop? If looks can kill, you are certainly the girl to do it.

You are the Mafia Godfather. If a cop investigates you, you turn up innocent.

Seeing as you will be richer once you've killed the entire town and turned it into a new Wong ranch, you win with the mafia. Your fellow mafians are [M] Morbo, [M] Horrible Gelatinous Blob and [M] Leela. The mafia forum is here. The password is "whatwhat".

Always with the down talk.

“You don’t know anything about humans, Zoidberg!”
“You can’t have the box, Zoidberg.”
“Stop eating my nail clippings, Zoidberg!”

Ah! What do they know? One day, you will rule them all! And then they can watch as you stroke their fancy box. You are Zoidberg, a… Well, let’s call you a doctor. Nobody has respect for you, but you will show them. You are in fact a secret spy with cool gadgets. You have it all, the car with rockets, the watch, the license to kill(doctor degree).

But you don’t know how to use any of them. You are a James Bond Wannaby with an Inferiority complex.

You don’t have any special powers, because well.. you’re Zoidberg. But you make great homemade crab claws. You win with the town, as their garbage is so delicious you don’t want to lose it.

A little orphan, who can’t even afford the basic alcohol needed to sustain his circuits. That’s you, Tinny Tim, the loveable robot orphan. You haven’t done a bad thing in your life, so why start now? Who knows, maybe if you catch a mafia someone will finally fix your leg.

You are a Vanilla Townie, or you want to grow up to be one, anyway.

You win with the town.

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Captain of the Nimbus, respected official in DOOP, Ladies man and official idiot. You are Zapp Brannigan, the man who has the answer to anything. The wrong answer, but an answer none of the less. These mafias disgust you, and you are willing to put wave after wave of your own men at the towns disposal to round them all up. With your incredible charm and the good sense of when to duck, you will lead the town to victory or death! Probably death.

You are a Vanilla townie, in a stylish velour uniform.

You win with the town, even though it hates you for the most part.

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You are Fry, You’re not smart, easily manipulated and did the nasty in the pasty(You are your own grandfather). How do you live through all that? Well, lightspeed briefs and bachelor chow with flavor have something to do with it, but also because you love your job. It’s a little hard for you to adjust to all this 30th century thinking, mostly because it involves thinking, but you manage.

You are a Vanilla Townie, because it would be hard for you to remember anything else.

As you don’t care about organized crime, or lack the mental strength for it, you win with the town. Plus, they also have all the beer and self-microwaving hot-dogs.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Death clocks, smelloscopes, glowing noses, you can invent them all. But with your own lab, a large fortune, several doomsday devices and your own business, why would you join the mafia? Well, it would be fun, but you are already in your pajamas.

You are a Vanilla Townie.

You win with the town, if you can find it at all of course.

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You are Scruffy. A janitor. What else is there to say? You have a large stock in the company you work for, because Scruffy believes in planet express. Your mustache is filled with awsome, so act like it.

You are a Vanilla Townie, what else could you be? Well, maybe a Janitor.

You win with the town, as the mafia doesn’t clean.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Ho ho ho! Merry X-mas! Or is it? You are Santa, and you decide who’s naughty and who’s nice. And the mafia has been very naughty indeed. Time to get jolly on their naughty asses! Santa has something very special in his sack for them.

You are a Vanilla Townie, or you kill them every year, however you want to put it.

You win with the town. And they better be prepared, because Santa Claus is coming to town.

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You are the ruler of the world, you are (in your eyes) the finest republican in history. You are President Nixon, well, part of him anyway. You don’t take orders from anyone, and why kill tax-paying voters? You’ve grown a little crazy over the years, bitter even. But even so this Mafia is a disease to be purged from the world with your Nixon-ness and pure awesome.

You are a stuntman, at least until the new bill of dictatorship passes. Once a night you pick one person to distract with a stunt. There is a 10% chance of you dying during a stunt.

As you need voters to pay tax, and mafia tend not to do so, you win with the town. Stupid hippies..

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Aren’t you cute? Even though you possess superhuman intelligence, you are still seen as a snuggly little pet. You are Nibbler, and with your Scooty Puff Jr. you rule the galaxy from the sidelines. Because of your fondness for these simple humans and your strong sense of justice, your allegiance will lie with the underdog. Well, maybe they are a little smarter than dogs, but it is disputable. They are far less tasty than dogs though.

You are a Vanilla Townie.

Seeing as you need someone to feed and change you, you win with the town.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Those pathetic measly humans with their many weaknesses. They are an abomination and your time has finally come. With the influences that come with being the Newsmonster, you used your connections to finally join the killing of those pathetic humans. You are Morbo, the great green killing machine.

You are a Mafia Goon.

You want all these pathetic humans to die, so I guess you win when they are all dead. Your Mafia brethren are [M] Amy, [M] Horrible Gelatinous Blob and [M] Leeza. The forum is here.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Manipulation, deceit and a world full of idiots. You are Mom, and you rule that world with your company. You have money, a bunch of goons you can call sons and regular flabby and wrinkly sex with Prof. Farnsworth, what more do you need?. Life may have made you miserable and mean, but you wouldn’t kill anyone. Why kill when you can make money off of them, right?

You are a Vanilla Townie.

Seeing as your empire is based on Townies buying your products, you win with the town.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

The most beautiful mutant in the world, yup, that’s you. You’re Leela, the female Cyclops. All day, every day, you have to work with those idiots, feed and change nibbler, and deal with a permanent case of PMS. You can’t stand stupidity, and yet you are surrounded with it all the time. Yesterday, you snapped. With your large boots, you can’t wait to kill some of these townies and raise the general IQ of New New York.

You are a Mafia Goon.

Your Mafia brethren are [M] Amy, [M] Morbo and [M] Horrible Gelatinous Blob. You work together with these other pea brains to bring down the whole town and win when they are all dead. The mafia forum is here.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

ZZZZZZZZMMMMMMMM! You are Hypnotoad. You answer to no one and are the toad of the pond, so to say. After winning the pet show, you used the winning to set up a highly successful catering business, despite the quality of your food and the survival rates.

You are a Caterer. As such you can deliver food to one person every night. the food they order will reflect what sort of role they have.

As the mafia has an evil plan to eliminate all flies from the world with a giant space panty raid(the details are complicated), you win with the town.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

You are Hermes, the bureaucrat. You, going against the law? Of course not, think of all the paperwork you would have to fill out. You and your limbo skills will help the town in any way you can, as long as you can stamp some morgue papers, of course.

You are a Vanilla Townie.

As you need the town to fill out all the forms you have lined up for tomorrow, you win with the town.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Hello Mr. Blob, is everything all nice and squishy today? You are the biggest bulley in the park, and the biggest badass in the whole neighbourhood. But one thing has taunted you for so long. Those darn townies with their salt. You want to eat them, you want them to suffocate in green jelly! Being a blob you can fit through any space, which allows you to escape and sneak anywhere you want.

You are the Mafia Ninja. You can avoid trackers and watchers, and sometimes roleblockers and doctors. It’s not like they’d want to track you anyway, right?

Seeing as all Townies have salt, you win when all of them are dead. Your fellow mafians are [M] Amy and [M] Leela. The mafia forum is here.

Voting isn’t required, but strongly encouraged.

Cigars, gambling, hookers and stealing, you have to be scum, right? Wrong, you’re Bender, and you bend things, like the law, but you don’t cross it blatantly. You started to care for these “Meatbags” and decide you will do your best to rob help them. Plus, the mafia wouldn’t let you be a folk singer, the bastards!

You are a Vanilla Townie, albeit an evil one.

Because someone has to make the alcohol that fuels your fuel cells, you win with the town. It’s hard to kill all humans without the humans, isn’t it?

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Hypnotoad's catering service (we deliver human fresh and juicy!) got many calls that night, as they did every night. Hypnotoad commercials instruct them too, of course, but you do what you can to make them happy. Vicadin, sandwiches, lidacane and the occasional shot of adrenaline to the heart (or hearts).

But tonight You received a call from [M] Calculon. You write down his order:

Apple (sweet yet tainty, with a flavour of chinese peppers)

You don't get why he'd even request that, having no taste buds, but you grab the nearest apple out of the trashcan and hypnotize the first passerby to deliver it.

Another peaceful night at Hypnotoad Catering service & World Domination Enterprises. You were just hypnotizing flies into killing themselves for your evening supper as a call comes in.

"Yeah hmm, Leela here. I just saw your ad on tv and I have the incredible urge to give you money. I guess I'll take some spaghetti."

"Bolognese, cockroach or swedish dishwasher?", you let one of your slave ask.

"I had cockroach yesterday, so I'll take Swedish diswasher with extra lemon."

The order has come in. Someone hands you the paper with the information:

Name: [M] Leela
Ordered: Spaghetti

A hardworking toad like you never stops to scratch your butt. No, you hypnotize someone else to do it. Making people stand in line for it is just a perk.

Just ask you were starting to get bored with it, a note slips under the door. It explains the exact time and place for you to drop some food off. The fact that the place seemed to be in midair was a problem one of the slaves was just going to have to deal with. You look at the order.

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Name: [M] Nibbler
Order: Fish

Catering:

Townie = Fish
Mafia = Spaghetti
Stuntman = Naga Jolokia Pepper
Doctor = Apple
James Bond wannabe with inferiority complex = Vodka Martini