Mafia - the forum game

can i make a suggestion that everyone puts there role as there user title like enmos did
 
I´m not in the game, but, if some one steps out (inzomnia ;) ) I´m willing to join
and take hes/her part :D
 
Betrayer0fHope said:
Enmos, THINK HARDER! ;)

Unvote: Enmos

His threats scare me :(
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Thanks :)

I really don't know what you mean by the alphabet thing.. unless, maybe, you mean the PM thing ? That James stopped sending PM's after the first three ?

I have no real suspicion against you.. not anymore than I suspect anyone anyway..
 
What.. you mean the names of members starting with a b c are not mobsters and the rest is ?

No.. there are 15 players, 10 villagers and 5 mobsters..
It would sooner be the other way around.
 
Erg, I can't say anything without the mob suspecting me as a threat to their operations! We must use code to communicate! Think what these letters mean, and how I could use them to convey a message across the forums.
 
BlueMoose said:
I´m not in the game, but, if some one steps out (inzomnia ;) ) I´m willing to join
and take hes/her part :D
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lol the way it looks now Inzomnia is on her way out.

If she will not be arrested, ask Inzomnia, and James to switch you two.
 
Betrayer0fHope said:
Erg, I can't say anything without the mob suspecting me as a threat to their operations! We must use code to communicate! Think what these letters mean, and how I could use them to convey a message across the forums.
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Sorry, I have no clue.. maybe try another code ?
 
lol, this is awesome. I'll throw out some more hints. Count the letters. The distinction between the two lines are important. I'm trying to tell you a message across the forums, so search them. That wasn't a pun.
 
The actual message I'm trying to send you isn't all that important, but if we establish it we can basically have PMs, which would be very useful.
 
I'm having internet problems, so I can't switch to and from pages easily.
The damn connection keeps failing :mad:
 
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Domesticated om steps out of his apartment with a big grin on his face from ear to ear. He hops in his cab, and thinks to himself "God has blessed me with a joyous day of taxi driving!". Definitely not the respectable career he was wanting to pursue, but it pays the bills well enough.
Ever since the Casino opened up in Plazmaville, there's been a never-ending stream of 'big spenders' and 'high rollers'.....and glory hallelujah do they tip.

Many of his fares seem like the sketchy types, but like the good book says, it's not his place to pass judgment. If they have the money, he takes them wherever they wanna go-no questions asked.

Domesticated Om stops at a local cafe (a place he visits every morning before work) for his usual breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee. He picks up the morning paper, and reads the news as always -- starting with the weather section.

"hmmmm....mostly sunny.....no chance of rain.....alrighty then!"

Om finishes his breakfast, and folds the paper under his arm to take it with him. He hops in his cab, tosses the paper on the passenger side seat, and turns on the light for the fare sign. Feeling a bit chipper, he takes the opportunity to begin whistling a cheerful sounding gospel song, and drives off.
 
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