You didn't go to sleep tonight. In fact, you didn't sleep most of the past weeks. You loaded your .44 Magnum, put on your favourite Tailored Suit - checkered pattern, very stylish. Slowly descending the stairs, you cocked your gun and aimed at the moon, before putting it back in your pocket. This gun has been a reliable ally in war on Boardwalk; you thought about the terrible murders you commited with it over the past. The Notary met you as you slowly walked over the Boardwalk. He looked... different. He had been a clumsy, obfuscatingly stupid man on the outside over the past weeks, but nobody could have known that he was part of your conspiracy all along. Meyer Lansky could now finally act normally again. There would be no victims to the crime you were about to commit. A stray dog comes at you and stops right in front of you. You look at each other, and the dog accepts you as his new master. Indiana would only be the first of many to acknowledge you as the supreme ruler of the Boardwalk.
In this distance, you hear the clocktower bell ring. It reminds you of the old times, when the Boardwalk was still crowded. Now, it is a ghost town. But you don't worry much, the Atlantic city civilians will come back and repopulate the New Strip soon. Yes, that's right, the New Strip. Your plan to turn the city into the Vegas of East, expanding your vast gambling empire and making you and your partner Lansky rich men. But there was one more obstacle before that could happen...
In Rainbows could only see three spectres creeping through the night, right into his direction. Two men and a dog. And there was nowhere to run.
You draw the revolver and look the only honest man of the Boardwalk right into the eyes. You could see his desparation, you could see the sadness in his eyes - sadness that his mission to restore the Boardwalk to a good place has ultimately failed - because of you.
Bang. You fire the last shot of this war. This is the last time grey metter splatters on your fine suit. His face mutiliated, blood running all over the place and bits of eyeballs spread on your shoes. It is done.
Role PM wrote:Dear In Rainbows,
You are Frank Serpico, the Honest Cop.
Having been the only policeman in the New York Police Department, that did not engage into corruption, you have been a nuisance for your fellow policemen because you were the only one that did not take money. They considered you a big threat, and because of that you got shot in the face by drug dealers. Your colleague thought not helping you would be an easy way to get rid of you, so you never stood a chance. After you miraculously survived the shooting, you testified everything you knew and moved to Cuba. There, you were faced with even more corruption than before and you decided to help a young man and his lawyer to deal with it, but you did not succeed. You now moved to New Jersey and applied for the Atlantic City Police Department in hope of a better life here.
At night, you may send a PM entitled "NIGHT x – Investigating USER's death" You will investigate the circumstances and details as well as the possessions of the specified corpse at the time of his death. This will make you receive a list of the corpse's inventory as well as their killers role name. You may find that some murderers do such a good job at being discrete and their names are not easy to receive.
You are in possession of the Fine Leather Jacket. Whilst holding the Fine Leather Jacket, you are able to cast one more vote than you usually would be able to. A man with the leather jacket gets the respect he deserves.
You are allied with the Boardwalk. You win if the Boardwalk wins.
'What's this for? For bein' an honest cop? Hmm? Or for being stupid enough to get shot in the face? You tell them that they can shove it.'
As you shoot him through the head, you could see how he was assuming a boxing stance to attempt to fight - too late to matter, tho. It was this that convinced you that this user was the pugilist.
Feeling a bit mellow about killing the only sane man in this town of fools, you sit down at a bench at the docks, together with Lansky and Indiana.
You watch the sun rise. The whole Boardwalk was illuminated in bright orange, it was a beautiful sight. You were still feeling euphoric from your success, and take a sip of wine out of your Holy Grail to celebrate the ocasion. Lansky looked at you solemnly and uttered a sentence you could never possibly forget:
"Benny... we're bigger than U.S. Steel"
You sat down Left of the Middle bench and exhaled the smoke out of your lungs.
Role PM wrote:Dear Left of the Middle,
You are Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel, the Baron.
Ah, Bugsy. You are a Jewish-American gangster that was a major driving force behind making Vegas what it is today – a gambler's paradise. You joined up with Meyer Lansky early in your youth, ascending the life as a common thief and soon thereafter became his hitman. The two of you also helped the Genovese Family rise to the top, making American organized crime what it is today. Though over the years, you yearned to be legitimate and you were given a chance by Lansky in Nevada, which you first refused because fuck the desert. Lansky, however, insisted. You were not very experienced at first however and ended up wasting hundreds of thousands of dollars, however in the end The Flamingo turned out to be a successful and cemented the future of Las Vegas as the entertainment capital as the word. However, someone was apparently not very happy with what you did and tried to put a bullet in your head in '47. You laid low and relocated to Atlantic City after that incident, having decided you want to expand the Lansky-Siegel crew gambling empire to the east coast.
As a Baron, you have attained a desireable level of sophistication by obtaining three of the legendary gentlemanly quartet. You got style now. We are talking about some pretty serious style - close to overflow. If you manage to obtain the fourth item you will be even more respected, unlocking further advantages for you.
You now emmit a aura of nobility and sophistication. Should anyone attempt to kill or lynch you, this aura will be able to protect you from death one time - everyone just respects you too much for your noble attire to attempt to murder you.
At night, you may send a PM entitled "NIGHT x – The House always wins, USER" You will act as a Blackjack dealer and deal a hand of cards to the user in question. If you beat the user in the game, you will both gain all of his items as well as control of and knowledge about his Night Action for the following Night. In addition to that, the winner of the hand will be granted immunity to Night kills in the following Night. You will not lose control of your Items or Night Actions in case you lose, and your opponent will not get to know who you are. You cannot deal cards to Meyer Lansky.
In addition to that, you are able to kill once within two Nights, starting on Night Four at the earliest. To do that, send a PM entitled "NIGHT x – Moe Greene Special USER" You will shoot the specified user right through the eye socket, leaving a bloody mess behind, killing them.
By having won five rounds of Blackjack, your kill power has been upgraded - you are now able to kill every Night.
As a recompense for not being able to kill from the start, you cannot be lynched before your killing powers manifest on Night Four.
You are in possession of the Gold Pócket Watch. Whilst holding the Gold Pócket Watch, your role target is definite, you can neither be influenced to change it nor can you be made to idle. The pócket-watch is always accurate to the second. A gentleman is never late. A gentleman is never early.
You know that there are four classy items out there in total. Aim to get the last, young sir.
Meyer Lansky will help you with the Atlantic City operation. He is known as The Turn of a Friendly Card in this game.
You are indifferent toward the victor of this struggle. You win if Vegas wins. To do that, kill everyone.
'Class, that's the only thing that counts in life. Class. Without class and style, a man's a bum; he might as well be dead.'
You, Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel have come a long way. You have concquered the Boardwalk and will proceed to shape it in your own image. William Martin Ills, congratulations for your victory!
But there is one more, a dear ally and master of deception that we should not neglect to mention.
Role PM wrote:Dear Turn of a Friendly Card,
You are Meyer Lansky, the Mob's Accountant.
You are a jewish gangster that controls a vast gambling empire together with your associate and friend Bugsy Siegel. Even though you are of Jewish origin, you have a huge influence on La Cosa Nostra, as well. You were even involved on the recent uproar on Cuba, taking advantage of the Batista Regime under the name Hyman Roth before the Corleone Family seized the island for themselves. Now you and Bugsy are out to take over Atlantic City to turn it into the Vegas of the East.
At night, you may send a PM entitled "NIGHT x – Conversating with USER" You will meet the specified user at one of the high class social clubs of Atlantic City and engage in conversation with them, finding out which faction they support in this struggle.
Bugsy Siegel will be in charge of the the Atlantic City operation. He is known as Left of the Middle in this game. If he fails in his endeavours, you will retreat back to New York and leave the game, considering the operation a failure.
You are indifferent toward the victor of this struggle. You win if Vegas wins.
'All pro sports, as well as the NCAA, should thank God every day we have sports betting here... We have the only agency in the world that regulates the honesty of games. '
As they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. This not necessarrily true anymore. Lesm46 finally fulfilled his vision of a nationwide gambling empire, unmatched by any other criminal organistion.
You watched the sun rise completely as your dog barks loudly.
You are proud of yourself. The House, indeed, always wins.
And the bell goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"