Game Thread Little World of Gumball Mafia: Day 4 (Endgame)
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While we're on the topic would you like to comment on my vote. :bulbacute:
Its called having fun PK, you should try it sometime. I've wanted to play a game like this for a long time and **** if I'm not going to enjoy it. You'd appreciate it more if you were aware of the millions of in jokes I'm exploiting.
Oh, that makes sense.
It's hard to get a mental profile if they dont post isnt it.
I'm not making that distinction. 7 is, I'm merely pointing out the futility of it.Good thing I have my own opinion.
....I don't see how anybody's avatar and description looks more town than anyone else's. Your argument is that you dont believe their AI but youre arguing that yours is as town as mine... How can you make that distinction if they cant be read into. I know I'm wasting my time but do find your receipt and get your money back for that argument.
Anyway, who put a stick up your ass today?
Nobody? Is there a problem? :exlight:
You're making leaps to conclusions and adding much snark.
I'd say it's more the other way around but I dont wanna fight about it.
I think I may have enough pieces to try a rudimentary reads list in the morning.
I saw a little bit of talk about whether the names mean anything in terms of alignment a few pages back. I don't think Moe would have made it that obvious, but I definitely think the names have to do with roles. Not that it's something we should be focusing on, I just wanted some way to segway into this and this worked for me. Because I'm Gumball the Nice and in fact I am a very nice person, which our good host friend can confirm for me!
Mikey the Gengar
if I had a nickel for every time I ran out of spac
Chapter 2
At a loss, I paced back and forth along the empty street. Gumball was nowhere to be found.
"Hello there, friend!" I heard a soft, familiar voice call out to me from the shadows.
"Who's there?" I asked. "I'm not your friend."
Slow footsteps grew louder as someone stepped out from behind a several story building.
It was Gumball!
"Gumball," I sighed, relieved and annoyed. "What happened? Did you-"
"I'm not Gumball," she said, cutting me off. "But I can help you find her."
"Ha ha, very funny," I replied.
"Moe, you need to listen to me. Your friend chased that woman into this building." She gestured to the same complex that she had been hiding behind. I studied the front. There were no windows, and large metal doors with no handle seemed to be the only entry. Stretching up seven or eight floors, the building was surprisingly massive for such a small town.
I looked back at Gumball- no, whoever this was. "Well, if you aren't Gumball, who are you?"
She smiled. "You're welcome to call me Gumball. Gumball the Nice."
"Gumball the Nice..." I contemplated the epithet.
She turned to look towards the building. "I know it's weird. But you need to listen to me. The woman you two were chasing, what do you know about her?"
"Not much," I said, shrugging. "Something about a board member of some company working in some scientific field."
The Nice laughed gently. "Your attention to detail is remarkable. That woman, you know her name, I guarantee it. You had your eyes on Kennedy Paulson."
The name tickled my memory. Suddenly, I had it. "She was that one lady who studies, like, medusas, right?" She had been on nearly every radio station promoting scientific work involving the microorganisms.
"That's right. What you may not know is that medusas are immortal. Scientists have looked to their biology for decades, centuries even, looking for any sort of clue to further the human race."
I nodded. "Transhumanism."
"Right. But what you may not know- medusas don't truly live forever. They reproduce asexually, and their offspring is genetically identical to the parent. In this way, the medusa technically lives on forever. Ms. Paulson, however, is more interested in what happens when the reproduction fails. That is, genetic mutation."
Suddenly, it all clicked. With a dawning sense of horror, I looked The Nice from head to toe, dumbfounded.
"That's right, Moe. We'd better hurry. You can trust me, but we can't trust all the Gumballs we may find. There's more at stake here than you can possibly know."
Grimly, she placed her hand to the side of the building. A small panel flipped up to reveal a keypad. The Nice swiftly inserted a long numerical string and the large metal doors to the front of the building slowly slid aside, revealing a rather ominous interior. I gulped.
The Nice grinned. "Ladies first," she said, bowing in front of me mockingly.
"Sure, why not," I sighed. I stepped inside the building, The Nice slipping inside just as the large doors slid shut again, leaving us in total darkness.
At a loss, I paced back and forth along the empty street. Gumball was nowhere to be found.
"Hello there, friend!" I heard a soft, familiar voice call out to me from the shadows.
"Who's there?" I asked. "I'm not your friend."
Slow footsteps grew louder as someone stepped out from behind a several story building.
It was Gumball!
"Gumball," I sighed, relieved and annoyed. "What happened? Did you-"
"I'm not Gumball," she said, cutting me off. "But I can help you find her."
"Ha ha, very funny," I replied.
"Moe, you need to listen to me. Your friend chased that woman into this building." She gestured to the same complex that she had been hiding behind. I studied the front. There were no windows, and large metal doors with no handle seemed to be the only entry. Stretching up seven or eight floors, the building was surprisingly massive for such a small town.
I looked back at Gumball- no, whoever this was. "Well, if you aren't Gumball, who are you?"
She smiled. "You're welcome to call me Gumball. Gumball the Nice."
"Gumball the Nice..." I contemplated the epithet.
She turned to look towards the building. "I know it's weird. But you need to listen to me. The woman you two were chasing, what do you know about her?"
"Not much," I said, shrugging. "Something about a board member of some company working in some scientific field."
The Nice laughed gently. "Your attention to detail is remarkable. That woman, you know her name, I guarantee it. You had your eyes on Kennedy Paulson."
The name tickled my memory. Suddenly, I had it. "She was that one lady who studies, like, medusas, right?" She had been on nearly every radio station promoting scientific work involving the microorganisms.
"That's right. What you may not know is that medusas are immortal. Scientists have looked to their biology for decades, centuries even, looking for any sort of clue to further the human race."
I nodded. "Transhumanism."
"Right. But what you may not know- medusas don't truly live forever. They reproduce asexually, and their offspring is genetically identical to the parent. In this way, the medusa technically lives on forever. Ms. Paulson, however, is more interested in what happens when the reproduction fails. That is, genetic mutation."
Suddenly, it all clicked. With a dawning sense of horror, I looked The Nice from head to toe, dumbfounded.
"That's right, Moe. We'd better hurry. You can trust me, but we can't trust all the Gumballs we may find. There's more at stake here than you can possibly know."
Grimly, she placed her hand to the side of the building. A small panel flipped up to reveal a keypad. The Nice swiftly inserted a long numerical string and the large metal doors to the front of the building slowly slid aside, revealing a rather ominous interior. I gulped.
The Nice grinned. "Ladies first," she said, bowing in front of me mockingly.
"Sure, why not," I sighed. I stepped inside the building, The Nice slipping inside just as the large doors slid shut again, leaving us in total darkness.
Mikey the Gengar
if I had a nickel for every time I ran out of spac
GUMBALL THE NICE IS THE INNOCENT CHILD .
Wouldn't you have to know people here to make any assumptions about their identities?
#6 is making good points about your reasoning here so I don't think you should just brush her off.
Based on this I want to say you haven't played Mafia much, since redirector type roles are not THAT uncommon, but I can't say for certain.
I feel all in all this would be a very easy writing style to adopt, whether it's used because it pertains to their role, or is just a quirk born out of a desire to mix people up.
Seems like people have covered this topic enough already, though.
Don't think it's scummy though to hide your identity, pretty normal tactic to subvert attention, whether it's because their role is important (maf or town support), or they're just trying to have fun. Part of the fun in is Mafia is unraveling mysteries that people are trying to hide without alerting those who could use that information for evil OwO
Hahahahaha, foolish mortals, keep trying to guess my identity, da nya~
I think one of the more sus things said since I last posted was from Gumball the Fierce:
I feel like I'm asking too much but I wish you could give more reasoning as to why you hold so much stock in pre-given descriptors and pictures. We can't trust that they have a whole lot to do with roles or alignment at this point (if someone dies or reveals however surely we can garner some information then). Even if their role does provide deflecting it could very well be any alignment. I feel like it would be a boring game if they related so heavily from the get go... Though I guess the roles being obvious from the get go would also be a way to subvert our expectations of what could be possible... My brain hurts so I won't dwell on this more for now.
Whew seems a little early to reveal yourself, especially when you haven't been super active yet, but it's helpful to have a confirmed townie regardless to help spice things up.
This tells us roles at least SEEM to relate descriptors, but it's still really hard for us to assume roles or alignments based on these descriptors. Like should we really think anything with a positive connotation is townie? Roles like Wise could be Detective, maybe the Queen is Mayor, but I still doubt it would be that easy to figure out the pattern.
Yeah tbh I wasn't going to reveal myself this early but I do think it's useful to have a conf town right off the bat, and this way I can avoid the "inactivity = scum" thing that some people like to do, since unfortunately I am still fairly busy in spite of all the COVID-19 commotion (yes, I know it's cheap, and yes I would be frustrated if someone claimed for this same reason, #fiteme).
I don't have many thots yet from my brief skim of the thread, a more in depth read is definitely needed, but for now an in depth sleep is what I am needing. I will definitely try to be as active as I can in this game!
Will have more to say when I wake up, whatever god awful time that ends up being.
I don't have many thots yet from my brief skim of the thread, a more in depth read is definitely needed, but for now an in depth sleep is what I am needing. I will definitely try to be as active as I can in this game!
Will have more to say when I wake up, whatever god awful time that ends up being.
again i never said anything about knowing or not knowing everyone...
so what if i know everyone??
and "her"... how would you know its a girl??
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