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"Hello, everyone," mutters Al Cappuccino, the big gun in the town wou want to get, "and welcome to ma lil' game. Its simple: vote to kill off those I tell y'all, and win big money. The votes shall end 48 hours after the last announcement. Anyway, I'd like to welcome @Gerrick, @taulover, @Hydra, @BraveSirRobin, @El Fiji Grande, @Doc, @North, @Kane lives and @Almonaster to the Game. May the slyest win!

I ride up on a horse. A black f****** stallion. I twist my pistol in its holster, tipping my hat to Al Cappocino, and reigning in my ride. Pulling up to the saloon, I swing off my horse, landing solidly on the dusty ground. I pause for emphasis, listening to the rattlesnake music echoing through the sky. Turning my head, I glare with cold dead eyes into the soul of @Almonaster. I make a mental note that spiting @Syraj with a western-theme to his mob game might do me in in the end. The wind carries tumbleweed into the street, the sun beating down on the land. A bead of sweat forms on his brow as I crack my whip just for fun. I sneer. "I was going easy on @BraveSirRobin when I made him surrender on the high seas of the spam wars. You'll be dead by morning." Pushing myself past him, I kick in the door of the saloon.

Before the dust settles, I'm standing at the entrance of a smoke-filled bar from the '20s. The 1920s. It's like a scene from Westworld. I find myself wearing a tuxedo, the mud on my shoes instantly cleaned away as if it were never there. I sit at the bar. A waiter hands me a glass of bronze whiskey. Sipping it slowly, I turn to observe the room. I wonder from what other period the other guests are from.

All eyes in the bar are still on me. I grasp the moment, making a statement loud and clear to the assembled audience. "I vote @Almonaster."

Holodeck, freeze program.

Run a level 2 diagnostic on the SoulSafe Firewall.
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I see. All secure, then.

Holodeck, resume program.

I follow EFG into the bar, just in time to hear his announcement.

"So tell me, what have I done to pique your ire, sir?
I'll trouble you to withdraw that vote, or we can step outside and settle this like men."

Now I say, I say, listen here, fellas! This gentleman, this El Fiji Grande, has come out here with one hell of a accusation! And with no evidence to back it up to! I put forth, gentlemen, that he may be that there police officer! I strongly encourage my fellows to vote for Grande or, at least, to regard him with the utmost suspicion!

It's always at night that they get you.
There I was, sitting up in my office, killing time like it's going outta style, and then, outta nowhere, my phone goes off. One, two, three rings.
It's Don Syraj, and he gives me a name. Then another name.
I tell him I'm out of the life. I've got legit, I'm a private eye now and I can't do this work no more.
And then he tells me a number, and where these men are gonna be.
I'm a weak man, weak for drink and dames and all the little vices that help a man forget the kind of life he leads and think of the life he hoped he'd have instead.
So I grunt a confirmation at him and get my gat. Good ol' Colt, hand-me-down from my old man who got his fighting the Spanish. Wished for a moment I'd still had a tommy, but it'd be more than a little obvious, and the Bureau's stepping up their work these days. It's a losing proposition at the best of times. But you live by the sword, you die by the sword, which I accept on account of I cheat and carry a gun instead.
And then I get myself to this warehouse - only instead of just two mooks to shoot like it's Valentine's all over, it's six other guys (might even have been a dame or two in the crew). So I get antsy. Can't draw on these kind of odds - I'm a hell of a shot, but six shots for six guys is a tall order.
Taller order when one's on a horse, one's a magic metal man, while another is...some kinda old timey guy? I'll be honest with you, it was a wild bunch of characters, straight out of the nonsense coming out them Hollywood hills. But there was a time for action, and a time for talk, and unless I wanted to end up as a John Doe in an alleyway, I'd have to bide my time and take my chances where I could.

I agree that that was awfully suspicious North.  I will also vote Fiji.

Puts on trenchcoat.

I shrug, merrily, winking @Almonaster as I do. "A man has to do what a man has to do. He's got to take initiative. And I knew this 'ere party wouldn't 'ave a proper start if I didn't give it that. I mean no disrespect, and I mean no offense. All I ask for is that you give me that chance to explain.

I knew the first one to talk would take some heat, and the first to accuse would take the blame. I'm alright being that guy, and if you shoot me tonight, I'll be on my way to another world, where there is work to be done and I have things to attend. I'll fly free like a bird, high above the north pacific. And that will just be that.

Now here's the thing - I'm surprised I haven't gotten more support. Because when I accused Almonaster, I took a shot in the dark. He's not on my list, but figured he'd be on at least two of yours. He might be my partner, but I ain't no Santa... I don't deliver presents."

I stand by my accusation.

I'm gonna vote Fiji, too... because it's "Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!" still, fool.

Just so you know, all votes must be done by pm img me.

I'm gonna vote Fiji, too... because it's "Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!" still, fool.

Yes, it's arguably quite foolish.

[ooc]Rules clarification request...

Does the search warrant apply before or after the reward K for the same night?
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I'm gonna vote Fiji, too... because it's "Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!" still, fool.

Now then, that sort of thinking can get everyone killed.

I have a proposition for any of you gentlemen who care to take a more reasoned approach. If you have someone you believe to be a miscreant, I will support you in removing them if you will promise similar support to me later. [ooc]PM me[/ooc]

As to Mr. EFG, I have found that when the police try to pose as citizens, they often make the mistake
* looks pointedly at EFG's shiny boots *
of wearing polished shoes.

I gave what these types were saying a good, hard, think.
Then I took a slug of whiskey out of my flask - real slow like, no fast movements making folks think I was going for my gun - and thought about it some more.
Then a PA came on and Don Syraj had words for us all. Words which made me reconsider some of that thinking in the first place. Words which made me think I shoulda thought about this a little more before I came down into this seedy little slice of hell chasing a payday, but wishes were for fishes and a man's a man with a man's needs and a man's hankering for bourbon.
"Sounds to me like we're in a real bind here boys," I noted, letting some of that down-home back into my voice like I hadn'ta been a city-slicker for the last twenty years. Course, seeing them cowboy types'd put a little yee-haw back into anyone's mouth, nevermind if they didn't know a horseshoe from a horse's ass. "Seems like we might well all say one thing, and then just go pulling triggers all willy-nilly. Now, I don't know about you all, but I see three o'y'all sayin 'shoot the cowboy' and I think to myself, 'well, that cowboy's gonna wind up dead' - but if that cowboy don't wind up dead at the end of all this, but someone else - well. That's gonna put a real damper in my ability to trust the words any of youse says in the future."

OOC: I'm sort of opined that voting in PMs gives us all exactly zero information, and so this game then becomes effectively a game of chance - I might declare that I'm 'voting' for Almonaster, and then PM a vote in saying 'yeah so I said that but really I'd rather kill EFG' (names chosen due to being the last two to post, rather than anything deeper), and no one would be the wiser. Sure, if 4 people said 'I'll kill Almonaster', but then EFG would up dead, then there's clearly something else going on - but otherwise we'd have no genuinely actionable intelligence.
Long story short, I move that any votes need to be made in public.

I gave what these types were saying a good, hard, think.
Then I took a slug of whiskey out of my flask - real slow like, no fast movements making folks think I was going for my gun - and thought about it some more.
Then a PA came on and Don Syraj had words for us all. Words which made me reconsider some of that thinking in the first place. Words which made me think I shoulda thought about this a little more before I came down into this seedy little slice of hell chasing a payday, but wishes were for fishes and a man's a man with a man's needs and a man's hankering for bourbon.
"Sounds to me like we're in a real bind here boys," I noted, letting some of that down-home back into my voice like I hadn'ta been a city-slicker for the last twenty years. Course, seeing them cowboy types'd put a little yee-haw back into anyone's mouth, nevermind if they didn't know a horseshoe from a horse's ass. "Seems like we might well all say one thing, and then just go pulling triggers all willy-nilly. Now, I don't know about you all, but I see three o'y'all sayin 'shoot the cowboy' and I think to myself, 'well, that cowboy's gonna wind up dead' - but if that cowboy don't wind up dead at the end of all this, but someone else - well. That's gonna put a real damper in my ability to trust the words any of youse says in the future."

OOC: I'm sort of opined that voting in PMs gives us all exactly zero information, and so this game then becomes effectively a game of chance - I might declare that I'm 'voting' for Almonaster, and then PM a vote in saying 'yeah so I said that but really I'd rather kill EFG' (names chosen due to being the last two to post, rather than anything deeper), and no one would be the wiser. Sure, if 4 people said 'I'll kill Almonaster', but then EFG would up dead, then there's clearly something else going on - but otherwise we'd have no genuinely actionable intelligence.
Long story short, I move that any votes need to be made in public.

The votes for different people would be revealed, just not who.  The game is still in early stages so any ideas can come in a separate thread after.

[ooc]Rules clarification request...

Does the search warrant apply before or after the reward K for the same night?
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I'm gonna vote Fiji, too... because it's "Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!" still, fool.

Now then, that sort of thinking can get everyone killed.

I have a proposition for any of you gentlemen who care to take a more reasoned approach. If you have someone you believe to be a miscreant, I will support you in removing them if you will promise similar support to me later. [ooc]PM me[/ooc]

As to Mr. EFG, I have found that when the police try to pose as citizens, they often make the mistake
* looks pointedly at EFG's shiny boots *
of wearing polished shoes

After.

So am I dead? @Syraj