General Rules

1. Votes and unvotes must be in bold, eg. vote: quidgyboo.
2. You must remember to unvote: jesus, for example, before casting a new vote.
3. Once a player has a majority of votes they well be lynched. You are, however, able to vote: no lynch.
4. The game may not be discussed outside the thread unless your role specifies otherwise. Even then you may only discuss during the time specified (Night, Day, both, etc).
5. Do not edit or delete posts. Make multiple posts if you have more to add.
6. Do not quote the moderator or my PMs. I'm not a part of the game and will post only to keep the game moving.
7. Lurking is not a viable tactic. Be active or be replaced.
8. Deadlines will be made at my discretion. You will have warning of any impending deadline.
9. Refer to the MafiaWiki for possible rules, roles and variations that I may or may not have possibly not used.

PM me if you need to ask any questions. Opening post to follow.

"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to the First Annual Pop Mafia Awards! Tonight we're here honour the achievements of the many wonderful musical artists we've seen over the past year. Whether their contribution to the charts has been country, rock, hop-hop or pop, there's one thing for sure; they're all stars!"

Suddenly a roaring thunder rips through the amphitheatre and darkness floods the view. The crowd audibly gasps and a few laughs are heard. Silence. As the emergency power reserves kick in and light returns the crowd breaks into chaos. The compare is staring blankly at the attendees, impaled from head to toe with a microphone stand


The game begins on Day One! With 12 alive it's 7 to lynch!

This meets
oddly, surely
Vote: Mirk

I can't seem to decide
on whom to vote for:
So I'll take Shamarah's side:
Vote: Linwe

'cause ingame I would be zapped
I shall have to vote Viravain like a prat.

I'll take the side of my fellow Jew
Vote: Viravain 'cause I've nothing better to do!

It seems that she might be a goner!
I, too, will turn on the newcomer.
Unvote
Vote: Viravain

Ah, the little diva blonde
doesn't know her grammar.
Prepositions at the end,
the idiot does stammer.

I'll ignore your dodgy rhyme
Arguing with a grammar nazi
Is nothing but a waste of time

I'll show you bitches
I cannot be killed
It won't be so easy
To send Me left field.

Vote:Linwe

Since you used that phrase
I only point it out in jest
When one says "on whom" these days
It implies one's better than the rest.


And now, I have a song:

Because I don't know
What else to do
I'l just have to blow
my vote: on Linwe

carefull now, don't vote in such haste
a ninja lynch will hurt us, don't waste.

I can honestly say,
You're not making my day.
Curse you oh poetry!
And lo! I cannot but try
To keep up this silly Rhyme.
Look at the time!

And oh.. I've just run out of rhymes.
Um.. Vote: Shamarah because he's prime!

(I failed poetry. Evil Quidgy.)

I guess for the moment I will Vote: Requiem
Insert a word that rhymes with Requiem
My reason for voting is because he has too much time
To write a poem with that many lines

Fine fine, you don' t have to rhyme, I just wanted a laugh.

Carry on.

Quidgy relented after I threatened to write a full discourse of the game in street poetry. Because frankly, thats the only kind of poetry I can do (too many years spent learning English from a hippy) and I hateses rhyming with a passion that borders on my hatred of cookie cutter fantasy books (ie - David Eddings).

This is a vote of randomness
I do hope nothing's amiss
I mean this as no diss
And hope there's no remiss
I threw some dice at this
And they said... Random Vote: Daganev... - ness?