|
Rigging games would be the most mafioso thing I could do! But no, they are honest (that's not a scumclaim haha)
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 17:39
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 19, 2024 10:02 |
|
|
Also I don't like that flerp doesn't want to participate after being challenged by other people.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 17:41
|
|
|
Slamburger posted:AA: Longshoes *Sets Longshoes free* "I know you're all hosed up from fighting, but please enjoy the rest of your probably brief life! Byeeeee~!" ##unvote ##vote IcePhoenix Mrs. Rockems enters the arena $50 on Mrs. Rockems versus Mr. Fluffums ALL IN
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 17:59
|
|
|
Slamburger posted:Also I don't like that flerp doesn't want to participate after being challenged by other people. he shook af
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:07
|
|
|
She rolls her eyes. It's an impressive swivel, two swirls of green and brown making full rotations about their respective sockets. She's quite proud of her attempt, overall, and believes that she's conveyed her disdain for the practice just enough. Really, she thinks, it's startlingly barbaric. No skill to it at all, just venom, claws, and glistening viscera. Still, there's a smile on her face as she saunters up to the scorpion fight bettors. She looks in her purse, leafing through bills of questionable validity, then pulls out $30, slapping it in front of the individual — she can't make out features in the hazy atmosphere, but she thinks it's a man — running the betting ring. "$30 on Precious," she says, picking out a particularly nasty looking black specimen. She delicately grabs the creature, careful to hold its stinger in place, and looks around for a partner. Oh, they'll work, she thinks. Gotta make the proper impression though. ##unvote ##vote The Ninth Layer She walks up to them, feigning distaste for the arthropod clutched between her fingers. She smiles and makes the offer: $30 on her girl — she has no idea whatsoever of the scorpion's sex — against however much they're willing to bet on some other, lesser scorpion.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:09
|
|
|
Anomalous Amalgam posted:*Sets Longshoes free* ##unvote ##vote AA BRING IT
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:22
|
|
|
You're drat straight I will!
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:24
|
|
|
Slamburger posted:Rigging games would be the most mafioso thing I could do! But no, they are honest (that's not a scumclaim haha) 
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:26
|
|
|
I will replace in.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 18:43
|
|
|
Drugs are my vice, not gambling
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 19:37
|
|
|
AA: Mrs. Rockems IcePhoenix: Mr. Fluffums Wager: $50 Mrs. Rockems narrowly defeats Mr. Fluffums! AA has $100 IP has $120
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 19:54
|
|
|
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 19:58
|
|
|
Max posted:Drugs are my vice, not gambling Hm. ##unvote Alright.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 19:58
|
|
|
I call shenanigans ##unvote ##vote slamburger
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:03
|
|
|
What the gently caress flerp. Challenge me
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:10
|
|
|
b-minus1 posted:What the gently caress flerp. Challenge me challenge this bicht ##unvote ##vote bee movie
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:30
|
|
|
GeneX posted:She rolls her eyes. It's an impressive swivel, two swirls of green and brown making full rotations about their respective sockets. She's quite proud of her attempt, overall, and believes that she's conveyed her disdain for the practice just enough. Really, she thinks, it's startlingly barbaric. No skill to it at all, just venom, claws, and glistening viscera. "Feh, and feh! Scorpion fighting, such a savage practice. Far better to be wagering on gladiators, who at least have the intellect to grasp the majesty of combat." I glance into the eyes of my challenger and see my own disdain reflected in hers. But it does not prevent me from feeling that old familiar thrill of a hastily made wager on an uncontrollable outcome. I know nothing of scorpions, and of course that only adds to the appeal. I am unfamiliar with the currency she has placed in front of me, but rummage what I believe is an equivalent amount. "Well then, let us compete," I say with a smile. Perusing the scorpion pen, I signal to the handler what looks to my untrained eye like an especially nimble, if small, specimen. Alkham, its tag reads, and the name speaks to me. "I'll match, uh, the lady's wager on Alkham," I say to the pit manager, before turning to my opponent. "I don't suppose we've had the pleasure of an introduction yet. I am Magdalena, at your service, although some find the name hard to pronounce, so you may call me by my childhood name of Ninth instead if the name flummoxes you. And who might you be?" ##vote GeneX
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:33
|
|
|
flerp posted:challenge this bicht Youre forgetting something. Lol this should count as a forfeit can I get a ruling
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:34
|
|
|
Slamburger posted:Also since I can't play in my own game I will ##vote flerp >:O we're criminals, not monsters! ##vote slam
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:57
|
|
|
b-minus1 posted:Youre forgetting something. Lol this should count as a forfeit can I get a ruling I think he's telling you to f off, not that he wants to scorpion fight you.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:58
|
|
|
Unless "bicht" (sic) is the name of his scorpion.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 20:58
|
|
|
Slamburger posted:Unless "bicht" (sic) is the name of his scorpion. nah, I think it's his flavor's name whatever. ##unvote ##vote icephoenix $100 on Zane
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:01
|
|
|
The Ninth Layer posted:"Feh, and feh! Scorpion fighting, such a savage practice. Far better to be wagering on gladiators, who at least have the intellect to grasp the majesty of combat." I glance into the eyes of my challenger and see my own disdain reflected in hers. But it does not prevent me from feeling that old familiar thrill of a hastily made wager on an uncontrollable outcome. I know nothing of scorpions, and of course that only adds to the appeal. "Natasza," she responds, a smile quirking her lips. "Harder to spell than to pronounce, I've learned. GX is a name I've used often while working in and around Rossetia. You may as well use it, too." Her eyes sharpen, the arachnids ignored for the moment. "So what brings you here, 'Ninth'? Business, pleasure, or both?"
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:03
|
|
|
Natasza (GeneX): Precious Magdalena (TNL): Alkham Wager: $30 The two scorpions circle each other. Precious is a much larger arachnid, and it wiggles its large black pincers as it sidesteps around Alkham. The smaller one hardly moves as it rotates in place tracking its foe. Then suddenly, Precious lashes out with its stinger. Alkham moves imperceptibly, but its slim body is no longer where the stinger was aimed as it nicks the dirt floor. Precious adjusts itself as it prepares for a second strike but then shivers and falls over dead! Did anyone even see Alkham strike? Perhaps Magdalenda knew more than she was letting on when choosing her scorpion... GeneX has $70 TNL has $130
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:14
|
|
|
b-minus1 posted:nah, I think it's his flavor's name ##unvote ##vote b- Let's do this, Mr Fluffums. Time for redemption.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:21
|
|
|
Hmmm those scorpions look tough
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:23
|
|
|
IcePhoenix posted:I call shenanigans making animals fight is wrong, stay away from my sweet little parisa. also seems like a ~dick~ move, distracting us until the drat cops break in. anpu i tunnel, am thick and overly paranoid. on that note, why are you asking?
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 21:33
|
|
|
The thrill of uncertainty had begun to weigh heavily on young Sofia. The influence of Mary's Weed having waned, gambling proved to be an appealing substitute to placate her listlessness. "Alright Mrs. Rockems, you did real good there girl, but you like a little worse for wear. Let's give you a once over, eh?" Sofia runs a cautious finger over its ablative carapace. Mr. Fluffem's savage attacks left their marks on the arachnid's armor, but it reared up on its hind quarters proving itself ready to once more be tossed into the fray. Sofia pushed a stack of coin towards the center of the table $40 "Accost me, ruffians!"
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 22:00
|
|
|
GeneX posted:"Natasza," she responds, a smile quirking her lips. "Harder to spell than to pronounce, I've learned. GX is a name I've used often while working in and around Rossetia. You may as well use it, too." The name doesn't ring a bell, but I nod politely anyway. Rossetia's criminal network is vast and the bosses' game draws from all corners. Not everyone has a reputation in the underworld, and indeed many of us would prefer not to have one. GX is an unusual name for a mobster to choose considering our local opposition goes by "Gen X," but I keep this observation to myself. "I shall call you GX then. It is indeed a pleasure to have made your acquaintance. And to have taken your money too, it seems," I add with a sideways look at the pit. I once heard a tale of an assassin named Alkham and it pleases me to see his namesake demonstrate its own deadly skill. Accepting my winnings from an attendant, I take a quick check of the currency to make sure it's all there and that the coins are good. For a better to be shorted at a bosses' game is unheard of, but I've found it helps in all business transactions to show an eye for detail. "I'm here for pleasure, mostly," I say as I put away the winnings. "Of course, events like this can be good for meeting potential business associates. But it's the gamble I'm here for. For me there's nothing quite like the moment between the throw of the dice and their settling on the table. Or that between the call of a wager and the flip of the cards." Such thrills I can get at the local rings, but it's not the same. Those games exist for profit, running on the blood of civilians with too much wealth and not enough sense. Wolves preying on sheep. It may be profitable, but there's no sport in it. At a bosses' game, though... A bosses' game is for us, by us. Even odds. No house cut. No colluding or cheating, or at least none beyond what is expected in any competition of thieves and liars. Skilled opponents. Rich, powerful opponents. Real stakes. "I tend to think such moments are best experienced with worthy company, such as yourself," I say, looking back to GX. "And, I suppose, with our uninvited guests. All this drama only enhances the experience, don't you think?" Watching the attendants clear away Precious' corpse from the pit, it occurs to me that perhaps this is all just a show put on by the bosses, an elaborate game of their own. Perhaps we are the scorpions, with lives no less disposable. I let this private thought leak through as a smile. If such is the case, all the better.
|
|
#
?
Jul 10, 2018 22:52
|
|
|
Anpu rifles through his multiple pouches and produces a large Scarab Beetle, copper in colour, placing it into the arena. “Who would wager their scorpion against this harmless beetle? A sure bet, surely. It does not even have a sting, after all...” He taps the scarab Khepri with the edge of his dagger and it begins to circle and scan the area in a rhythmic staccato. Accepting all comers!
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 01:30
|
|
|
I’m coming down off my high. Anyone got any other potions or tonics I can consume?
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 02:44
|
|
|
Anpu posted:Anpu rifles through his multiple pouches and produces a large Scarab Beetle, copper in colour, placing it into the arena. ##unvote ##vote ANPU $40 Mrs. Rockems vs Khepri
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 03:04
|
|
|
##vote Anomalous Amalgam $50 says your critter meets Osiris, friend.
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 03:09
|
|
|
symon turned his face away from the bloodsport in disgust. he stroked parisa softly, the little rat nibbling on a piece of cheese he'd nicked from les gros fromage a few nights past. only the best for his parisa. he hoped he wouldn't have to resort to feeding her the tiny scorpion bodies that now littered the ring. they had to get out of here before that happened. the body of boss julia crossed his vision. he flinched and looked away. this was bad. his eyes avoiding the troubling spectacle he sidled over to anpu, who'd been asking strange questions earlier. he was curious about that. anpu loudly proclaiming he sought the trustworthy, asking personal questions. symon knew drat well that for now he trusted only himself. and parisa. the rat nestled in his jacket, squeaking softly. he asked his question of anpu but his voice was lost amongst the baying crowd. he tried again. "anpu, friend. can you tell me your reasons for your earlier questions?"
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 03:45
|
|
|
Anpu does not dare look away from his prized scarab, but answers earnestly. “Only time will tell, friend. But I will tell you two things. One, the more who answer these questions the better for all who live in this world. Two, questions are important, but one must also remember the answers.” Anpu reaches into his satchel and produced a small glass bauble, holding it up to the light. “Symon, if you could fix any of your weaknesses, what would you do? How would you light the dark lands within you?”
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 04:06
|
|
|
symon laughed nervously, and shuffled his feet considering the answer. dark lands? it sounded portentous, but what did it mean, really? could it be a mere distraction, a chance for anpu to claim an ally to shield himself with? was it a tactic to get the measure of the men and women around him? a strange approach, if so. maybe there was something else at work, something symon did not understand. symon had brought himself to answer the man's initial question; he knew his weaknesses, though he was not proud enough to think he'd identified them all. but what did he mean with his most recent query? symon strove always to be a better man, a better thief. he worked on at least the last part every day. what did anpu mean? he eyed the glass bauble warily, and glanced again at the slowly stiffening body of boss julia. how had she died again? he felt his paranoia rising to claim him and tried desperately to shake it off. parisa slept soundly in his jacket pocket, the rise and fall of her tiny breaths matching the ever quickening heartbeat that thudded in symons chest.
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 04:29
|
|
|
Anpu posted:What do you think are your greatest weaknesses playing mafia? Just about everything. I play this game primarily to feel bad about myself. I started out playing because I thought it would be fun to help piece together night-action puzzles but since things are never as simple as they seem (particularly in Eccogames) I wind up getting led around by the nose a lot and losing games for town instead (as I'm sure people here can attest to). Anpu posted:What would you say are your strengths as a player? Related, being gullible enough that I somehow wind up lasting deep into endgame in most of the games I play because scum usually isn't worried about me.  Slamburger posted:Who wants to get in on some scorpion fighting from that picture in the OP? The fuzz won't keep us from gambling. Let's alleviate the boredom of D1 and play a content game: This looks like fun, I'm sad I've missed a bunch of fights already. I will play. I want to give TNL's super-scorpion over there a shot. ##vote TNL Wager: $40 My scorpion: Elalix
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 06:05
|
|
|
The Ninth Layer posted:
A smirk. "Indeed. I'm more than used to it in my line of work, and I wouldn't have it any other way." She grabs a mottled blue scorpion, one with tiny claws and a very long stinger. "Maybe Prudence here will do better." She sidles up to the nervous looking guy talking to a man holding...is that a scarab? What? Well, no matter. ##vote Atomic Soda "Any interest in a scorpion fight wager? No need to let Julia's little mishap ruin all the fun, I say. How does $35 sound?"
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 06:14
|
|
|
 The Current Day 1 Votecount   b-minus1 (3): Murmur Twin, Moatillata, -Moatillata, flerp, IcePhoenix The Ninth Layer (2): GeneX, IllegallySober IcePhoenix (2): Moatillata, Anomalous Amalgam, -Anomalous Amalgam, Anomalous Amalgam, b-minus1, -Anomalous Amalgam Slamburger (2): Anomalous Amalgam, -Anomalous Amalgam, Max, IcePhoenix, Atomic Soda, -IcePhoenix flerp (1): b-minus1, Slamburger, Anomalous Amalgam, -Anomalous Amalgam, -b-minus1 Anpu (1): Max, -Max, Anomalous Amalgam Anomalous Amalgam (1): IcePhoenix, -IcePhoenix, Anpu Dancer (1): Dancer, GeneX, -GeneX GeneX (1): The Ninth Layer Moatillata (0): flerp, IcePhoenix, -IcePhoenix, -flerp Monathin (0): Moatillata, Dancer, -Dancer, -Moatillata Max (0): Monathin, -Monathin Murmur Twin (0): GeneX, -GeneX Not Voting (1): Monathin With 15 players alive, it takes 8 votes to be executed.  The current deadline is July 12th, 2018 at 11 p.m. EDT -- that's in about 1 day, 20 hours from this post.
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 07:23
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 19, 2024 10:02 |
|
|
Oh, wait, right, Ecco’s thing ##Unvote ##Vote Atomic Soda
|
|
#
?
Jul 11, 2018 09:01
|
|