Posts from Mafia 79. 1/0

Even at the finish line, there won’t be any action.

No, you said you had one role for both of us – for me and for Guru. What is it?

You were trying to expose yourself in your message; for a peaceful move, it's a hundred out of a hundred, of course.

And now, when Ment and Rimp have both expressed their support for my story.

It's as if you're not reading me. The logic, as applied to Guru, works similarly in your case, if not even more so. Although now it's weaker, okay, but still, I can't speak out in favor of your story.

Phlegmatic.

Judging by the successful and accurate executions of past days, relying on evidence is generally useless.

So, what is it useful to rely on?

Psychology? Non-deterministic AI analysis?

And based on psychology and ND analysis, who do you choose today?

What non-player characters? Besides the killings, there weren't really any other NPCs.

So, choose based on psychology.
I have to go. Do you have any questions for me? Because I really don't want them to arise in my absence and turn into trouble for me.

Not right now, and I don’t think they will appear in the future.

Then try to make sure they appear within half an hour. I need to leave.

Added 42 minutes later
Okay, so there are no more questions.

We're resting our oars...

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It’s better to do something and regret it than to do nothing and regret it. Kosha, make up your mind and do something.

…The sky was covered with a thick blanket of gray clouds. As they dissipated, they turned into drops that pattered on umbrellas and the heads of passersby. In the central square of the city, RiMpel2 tried to shout over the countless voices of these raindrops. He tried to convey his thoughts to people. The result of long reflections was a calm and sober speech, which, however, no one listened to. And it wasn't just the rain. Some were simply afraid, some didn't understand, and others just didn't care.
- People! Where are you, people?! I urge you to listen to me while there is still time. Where are you, people?
But unfortunately, it was already too late. Pushing past the passing people, about ten soldiers approached RiMpel, along with Ghur holding a megaphone.
- I called for people, not scoundrels! – said RiMpel2 when they reached him.
- You think too much,” replied Ghur, “but you have a chance to fix this, to save your life; all you need to do is…”
- I believe,” interrupted RiMpel2, “that you are all madmen, climbing monkeys in delirium. I believe that something smells bad…
A blow from the butt of a rifle to the abdomen interrupted the speaker, and an onslaught of new blows knocked him to the ground. The tile turned brown with blood mixed with dirt. For RiMpel, the next few minutes felt like an eternity. He couldn’t stop thinking. All this time he tried to figure out how it had happened. Where he went wrong and what he did incorrectly. In any case, whatever conclusions he came to, no one would give him another chance to change anything. The beaten man was dragged towards the wall of the nearest building. Struggling to maintain his balance, he managed to say something, but the clicks of gun bolts drowned out the words, and bullets stopped unnecessary thoughts.
- Citizens, - began Ghur, addressing everyone on the square...

…Shamrock Rover knew this forest well. And that's why the soldiers couldn't find him for a long time. He led them deeper and deeper until he was sure he could take at least a few of them down with him. The first shot hit the head of the closest pursuer. The others instantly pressed themselves against the ground and hid behind trees. Stepping out from behind a tree proved to be imprudent and hasty. A bullet flew straight into the eye. And the attempt to crawl to the tree ended in much the same way. The soldiers couldn't see where the fire was coming from. Attempts to shoot back were futile. An attempt to move forward resulted in two more corpses.
Looking at the last cartridge in the drum of his revolver, Shamrock Rover heard a distant and somehow familiar voice:
- When you are faced with an either/or choice, there is always one option: choose death quickly. It’s not that hard. Make up your mind and act,” he said to himself.
After these words, he put his hands behind his back, spun the drum several times, closed it, put the revolver to his temple, and pulled the trigger…

…Ursula was found weeping over Heroist's corpse, hanging from a tree in the park. Now she could no longer change anything, do anything. All her attempts to offer any resistance to what was happening turned out to be futile, fruitless. And this oppressed her even more than the loss of Heroist.
- You will look good next to him," Drakkosha smirked, "you are simply a perfect match."
Ursula didn't answer. Soldiers dragged her off the bench by her hair and began to carry out their dirty deeds. Desperate resistance, although it cost one of the attackers an eye, ultimately only increased the amount of pain and suffering. Watching what was happening, Drakkosha smiled, simultaneously reloading her pistol. She had been enjoying her actions throughout this time. But now, as everything was coming to an end, she felt a little sad. When they were finished, the soldiers tied another rope to a branch. They lifted Ursula up, tightened the loop around her neck, and were about to let go, but then Drakkosha intervened:
- Wait, wait! Last words!
Ursula tried to say something, but the shot that rang out prevented her from doing so, and the soldiers recoiled from the blood that sprayed on their faces, which caused Drakkosha to burst into laughter.
- I’m tired of your chatter,” said Drakkosha through her laughter…

…The wet stones made climbing even such a low and not very steep mountain unsafe. The soldiers kept slipping and almost falling down. Sesame was somewhere here. And she confirmed this by knocking a large stone onto the heads of the pursuers. A couple of onlookers didn't have time to jump aside, and the huge boulder crushed them against the rock. The others opened fire on Sesame, but she managed to hide behind an outcrop. And even from there, she smashed the heads of several soldiers with stones. They pursued her all the way to the top. Until she found herself between the edge and a pack of armed dogs. Knowing what they could do to her before killing her, Sesame fearlessly stepped into the void…

...Ment and Larisa can now live in peace because the long-awaited order has finally arrived for them...

Mafia Wins

Man in uniform - Drakkosha
Liar – Ghur
Old woman - Larisa
Normal guy - Ment

Thinker - RiMpel2
Ascetic - VesperLindt
Stone - Sesame
Box - Killer Instincts
Machine - Neyra Drake
Roulette player - Shamrock Rover
Explorer - Morning
Mushroom picker - Arandor
Dreamer - 0xFF
Romantic - Heroist
Angel - Ursula

Added 53 seconds ago

Log and riddle solutions tomorrow morning.

Yes, let's see the solutions to the clues. Thanks to everyone for the game, congratulations to the winning team, Ment and Larisa did a great job, Gur also did well, we killed Lokena because of the status (we didn't even want to kill him later because of his attacks on me, I can find that part in the chat log!), personally, I have nothing to be proud of, because I gave the order to kill only with my units because of the most decent arsenal, and then I just sat in the corner and voted to prevent Nebok from getting a god kill, and didn't even properly follow the game.

City. You have disappointed and confused me. I didn't expect this from you.