The end

[HarleyHetz]

At first, it had been cool to have the crack ground fine and put into swizzle sticks. And, of course, the name was sure to follow: High Schnizzle... but it was cool that the kids of the hood started to call for the 'Candyman'.  In fact, the only real problem with it was that someone had infiltrated them, and Mav had a pretty good idea who it was.
   It had been a slow night and Slim just couldn't keep his eyes open.  He had fallen asleep in the doorway that he had been watching from.  He never heard the sound of the footsteps as they approached.  He awoke when the first blow landed and knocked the wind from his body.  They put a bag over his head and tied his arms behind his back.  He was jerked roughly to his feet and walked to the street.
   Parked at the curb was a long, low towncar.  Idling smoothly, it waited for him.  Slim felt a blow to the back of his legs and went to the ground with a cry.  Someone grabbed the hood from his head with a jerk.  The first thing Slim noticed was the color of the car. Deep dark bloody purple with gold metallic flakes. It was Joshs car, and he knew the shit had hit the fan. 
Chrome accents offset the slowly spinning dubs as they caught the glow from the streetlights blinded Slim and he almost didn't notice the two small rods that protruded from the grill.  As Josh and Mav picked him off the ground and swung him against the front of the car, impaling him on the two rods, Slim figured out for himself just what they were for.  Bass started pumping from the speakers and one of the men said, "No-one is gonna hear yo’ sorry ass screaming over that track!"  Another said, "Here's a little sumthin sumthin to get you started, bitch!" as he broke open a High Schnizzle and poured the contents into Slims’ mouth when he tried to draw a breath to scream. The world exploded into a orgasm of colors and sounds, all tangled up, as the finely ground crack settled on Slims’ tounge and in his throat.
   Slims’ head hung outside the bumper of the car and he felt the wind rub raw over his face as the car moved away from the curb and into the dawning grey.  The traffic was light and the big car responded powerfully as the driver picked up speed.  They had played this game as teenagers, but then it had been brooms strapped to the front of the cars, and the target had been a basketball balanced atop a traffic cone stolen from the city...
   ...still, old skills came back easily as the driver spotted a fire hydrant at the end of the block. He lined up on it and stepped down on the gas. The car drifted over and the last thing Slim saw was a bright red fire hydrant grinning at him...
   There was a slight thump that just happened to be in time with throbbing music as Slims head came into contact with the hydrant.  The towncar slowed just enough to make the corner, then sped off into the daybreak.  Slims head rolled down the street and came to rest in the gutter.  A passing dog stopped to sniff at it and then walked on.
   Slim, the narc was dead, and he hadn’t even had time to tell anyone what he knew. The hood was in deep shit, the dealers ruled the streets, and it didn’t look like that was going to change, damn shame.

[HarleyHetz]

Bealer had started an ending scene, but wound up with a family emergency, so I adapted a scene he wrote to kill off one of the pushers (if the "brothas" had been savvy enough...) and used it as a final scene. We wound up using everything we wrote, although little of it wound up going exactly like it was written! It had to be modified to include subtle clues (which wound up of little to no use) and because game play NEVER goes like the mod thinks it will!! 
Oh yea, I forgot to mention, I sent Mav a message after you guys voted Raff and told him that if he elected not to kill anyone, the game would go one for at least one more day. I explained that Slim had not had internet for the last couple of days and so the "Brothas" were at somewhat of a disadvantage, but he said fuck you guys, Kill Slim!!!! 

[Josh Nieman]

nice writing... if a little... gruesome at times hehe.

btw, good job Raff, you got it, if a little too late, but still good job for a first timer!

Now you know that the hardest part is NOT figuring out who is bad... but convincing others

[HarleyHetz]

Thanks, yea, he had you guys nailed, he just couldn't do anything about it!!

[HarleyHetz]

Oh and by the way, SPECIAL THANKS to bealer for the writings and the assistance with modding over you yahoos...

[raff]

Thanks for the effort you put into it Harley and Bealerusa.  It was fun for a first timer.

[Cathy]

Writing was great! And truly gruesome.  Where were the clues?  

Raff, how did you figure it out?  I had thought, after I was lynched, you were the detective, but it turns out that Slim was the detective ???

[Josh Nieman]

Well it said Slim was the Narc... I figured there's still the actual cop.  Who I assume is Raff.

[raff]

Raff, how did you figure it out?

I wasn't exactly sure of you, just a lucky guess.  A few of the things you said (like that Josh and I looked like innocent townies) raised a little suspicion.  Also, you didn't defend yourself at all after I voted to lynch you.  As for Josh and Mav, it was easy to pin them because they came out swinging at me and then led the rest of the blind sheep off the cliff with them.

As for detective, narc, cop, whatever.....I didn't even know anything about that.  That proves what a dumbass I am.  I was just an ordinary brother.  Can someone explain what we missed out on with Slim's narc abilities?

[HarleyHetz]

PMs

Crack Dealer: You are the Crack Dealer, you are the head bad dude. You have two pushers working for you, and the entire neighborhood working against you. Once per night, via PM, you get to OD a player of your choosing. You may confer with your pushers during the game via PM or E-mail. They are ??? and ???. Good luck, you’ll probably need it!!

Pusher: You are one of two pushers the other is ???. Your leader is the Crack Dealer ???. You may confer during the game with the other Pusher and the Dealer via either PM or E-mail, or hell, call them if you want!! The entire neighborhood is out to get you, be careful and good luck!!

Crack Ho: You are the Crack Ho, you lucky devil. You are not on either side, you are just here to screw with everyone. (Um, that would be figuratively speaking of course…) You have night moves (you are a Crack Ho after all) once per night you can inquire about one player. You can’t kill them, or even let anyone else know how you know who they are, or who you are. But, you can persuade them to vote your way if you want! Have fun (you’re a crack ho after all…)

Narc: You are the Narc. You are on the side of the Brothas, but, you are not allowed to tell them who you are. (The Crack Dealer has spies after all) Once per night you get a night move, you have a choice. You can either inquire about one player, or you can kill one player, your choice. You have 100% accuracy of finding about who you inquire about, and a 100% chance of killing who you choose to kill, so BE CAREFUL, and good luck!!

Brotha: You are a Brotha, or Sista as the case may be. Your job is to rid your neighborhood of Crack Dealers and Pushers. You do this by conferring with yo’ Brothas and Sistas and reaching a majority vote about who to off each day. Good Luck!!

The Roles

11. The Crack Dealer: This is the bad dude leader. He will have one or two “Pushers” working for him. His night move will be to OD one player of his choosing. He can get input from his Pushers. Maverick.

9. 2. Pushers: These are the Crack Dealers’ cronies. They help him decide which Brotha (or Sista) should die each nite. Cathy, Josh.

10. Crack Ho: She is not on either side, and can influence the game any way she wants to. She knows who no one is, but can inquire about one person each night. Swift.

6. Narc: He is the cop, once per night he gets to either inquire about someone, or kill someone. No one knows who he is, nor can they. Slim.

Brothas & Sistas: These are the “people” in the game, they do not know who anyone is, and must vote to lynch one person per night. Everyone else.

The roles were chosen at random by picking the numbers 1 through 11 out of a deck of cards (I used the Jack for 11 Josh...), shuffling them up, and then choosing one card for each role. The numbers represented your name as it appeared on the sign up sheet. At first I thought of choosing the people for the roles to kind of "stack" the game. For instance, I thought Josh would make a good Crack Ho, and 808 a good Crack Dealer but I went with the random deal instead.

[Maverick©]

Bwahahahaha.  I never thought i would get the votes for Raff.  He just gave me plenty of material to manipulate. :-) 

  Good game all.

  Great kill scenes guys!

[Maverick©]

Whut?  Whut'd I say? 

[bealerusa]

Excellent game people.  Was fun to watch. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.  Harley:  Great job of reworking and rewording my offerings.  You are the boss.  Thanks, also, for picking up the slack when I couldn't get to the comp.  Well done all.

[whdjr]

Why did ya'll kill me so early?

[Maverick©]

Because we could.  Really no other reason than that.