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==Pregame Flavor==
'''Introduction: Two fugitives'''
''It was a dark and bitterly cold night in November, and a thin rain began to fall as he left the inn. His clothes were stained with dust, and his face was extremely pale; he seemed exhausted with hunger and fatigue.''
''On behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, the Duke of Kent (for that was his true identity) had recently bid for and purchased the plans of a new cannon that would give a decisive advantage to the British army. Unfortunately, someone, it seemed, was eager to steal these secret plans. The Duke knew his life was in danger. This had forced him to seek refuge in the anonymity of the crowd.''
''"Life is infinitely strange", he thought. "Duke today, commoner tomorrow"...
He had been staying in that inn for two nights; he decided he would leave in the morning. But for now, the Duke had some unfinished business.''
''He vanished into the night.
--
''For many, the London fog was a frightening element of everyday life. For him, however, it was a shelter.
''Sir William of Baskerville had arrived in London five days ago. The centuries-old curse placed upon his family was upon him, and the streets of London were safer than his family estate. But William was tired of hiding. Near the docks, he would find a pub, the warmth of a whiskey, the warmth of a crowd.
''A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the City. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came. From a dull murmur it swelled into a deep roar, and then sank back into a melancholy, throbbing murmur once again.
''William started walking.

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London Mafia 1
Forum: Theme Park
Moderator(s): London Mod
Theme
Status: Completed
Winner(s): Town


London Mafia 1: Sherlock Holmes and the Final Problem was a themed mafiascum game played in the Theme Park forum. It lasted from April 17, 2003 until November 29, 2003 (225 days, 20 hours, 2 minutes) and featured a total of 1071 posts. The Town won this game.

This game was modded by Leonidas and Cadmium and was intended to be part of a trilogy (See London Mafia 2) though a third London Mafia game never took place. The game also featured an elaborate scoring system which rewarded in-game performance.

Players

The players and roles in London Mafia 1 were:

Mafia

Hound Mafia

Moran Mafia

Town

Grand Lodge of London (Freemasons)

Sherlock Homes & Dr. Watson

Third Party


Pregame Flavor

Introduction: Two fugitives

It was a dark and bitterly cold night in November, and a thin rain began to fall as he left the inn. His clothes were stained with dust, and his face was extremely pale; he seemed exhausted with hunger and fatigue.

On behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, the Duke of Kent (for that was his true identity) had recently bid for and purchased the plans of a new cannon that would give a decisive advantage to the British army. Unfortunately, someone, it seemed, was eager to steal these secret plans. The Duke knew his life was in danger. This had forced him to seek refuge in the anonymity of the crowd.

"Life is infinitely strange", he thought. "Duke today, commoner tomorrow"... He had been staying in that inn for two nights; he decided he would leave in the morning. But for now, the Duke had some unfinished business.

He vanished into the night.

--

For many, the London fog was a frightening element of everyday life. For him, however, it was a shelter.

Sir William of Baskerville had arrived in London five days ago. The centuries-old curse placed upon his family was upon him, and the streets of London were safer than his family estate. But William was tired of hiding. Near the docks, he would find a pub, the warmth of a whiskey, the warmth of a crowd.

A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the City. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came. From a dull murmur it swelled into a deep roar, and then sank back into a melancholy, throbbing murmur once again.

William started walking.