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[silverspawn]

Saw this too late.  silver would also have been a good choice for MVP.  Not fair, you didn't have a PR to make your reads happen.

Yeah, I honestly think it should be me, too. yuma had accurate targets, I had accurate reads, but I also managed to avoid lynches until the end.

You could still change it - I think you need to decide on one anyway? Are split mvp's a thing? ash?

[ashersky]

Saw this too late.  silver would also have been a good choice for MVP.  Not fair, you didn't have a PR to make your reads happen.

Yeah, I honestly think it should be me, too. yuma had accurate targets, I had accurate reads, but I also managed to avoid lynches until the end.

You could still change it - I think you need to decide on one anyway? Are split mvp's a thing? ash?

I can give .5 MVPs to each in the stats, I guess.

I think it should be me, anyway.

[silverspawn]

Yeah, I think you would be reasonable, too. Being NKd as town is sort of an accomplishment as it means that scum thought you were dangerous (unless you are vigged), and you avoided mislynch for the first 2 days, and you were the driving force behind the RR lynch.

[iguanaiguana]

All of you can have .25 MVPs, & an MVP nod to Wanda the Iguanda for providing a lot of information with his mislynch.

[faust]

Well, I am happy to offer up my MVP to someone else (is that even a thing?) I was horribly wrong on RR and that could easily have meant that I would be mislynched if night actions didn't work out so nicely, which would have been a huge blow to the town.

[Haddock]

I think it should be me, anyway.

Sorry, but if you'd had your way I would have been lynched and probably would have vengekilled you.   Not ideal.

[Haddock]

Admittedly maybe I deserved the pushing I was getting.  I didn't play fantastically this game.

[yuma]

I don't think I should get a MVP nod. Sure I was right on RR, saved ash from a NK and should have partially saved myself from a NK.

But... and this is a big but... the only reason I didn't get lynched was because I outed myself as a PR. If I had been better able to convince others of RR without outing myself as a PR then I think I should at least be in the discussion for the MVP. But given that I had to resort to that desperate move--which then meant I was going to be a target for NK, I think disqualifies myself in the light of others playing pretty well.

I say ss gets it because he avoided a mislynch. If ss had died and ash had to avoid the mislynch I would give it to him. But since ash died, I say it goes to ss.

[Witherweaver]

I guess I would nod towards Faust for finding the SK in the end.  To me, that's often the most difficult part.  (And, he shot Awaclus, and was on the last Mafia lynch.)  But I don't really disagree with the points towards anyone else. 

[2.71828.....]

I don't know, my game was pretty spot on. I mean, had scum not killed me they might have killed one of you guys. Which might have changed everything. Being the first NK really set town up for success.

MVP performance in my opinion

[yuma]

I don't know, my game was pretty spot on. I mean, had scum not killed me they might have killed one of you guys. Which might have changed everything. Being the first NK really set town up for success.

MVP performance in my opinion

iguana probably has a better claim than you. His lynch really setup your NK. Without that lynch, who knows if you would have been NKed or not?

[Awaclus]

Well, I am happy to offer up my MVP to someone else (is that even a thing?) I was horribly wrong on RR and that could easily have meant that I would be mislynched if night actions didn't work out so nicely, which would have been a huge blow to the town.

Killing me was huge, though.

[Roadrunner7671]

Oh, let's clarify.
The Mafia killed 2.7, as we wanted to kill off wagon.

[EFHW]

Clearly we had a number of deserving players in this game.  I'll leave it to the democratic process to decide who will get the MVP.

[yuma]

vote: ss

[yuma]

vote: ss

oh cool there is a poll

[liopoil]

Should only players vote? I read bits of this. Town was quite good!

[EFHW]

Should only players vote? I read bits of this. Town was quite good!

go ahead

[EFHW]

With 61.5% of the vote,  silverspawn is a clear winner. Congratulations,  you are MVP.

[silverspawn]

[iguanaiguana]

Props to EFHW for being willing to let the participants decide the MVP. That's a very giving thing to do; it was entirely her decision if she wanted it to be hers.

[iguanaiguana]

Also congratz ss

[EFHW]

The Compiled Story: (text not in purple was written by the character/player)

M71 -  Harry Potter Mafia II:  JK++

The Order of the Phoenix has rushed to the Department of Mysteries to rescue Harry and his friends from the Death Eaters.  Everyone reaches the amphitheater at the same time.  The Death Arch stands in the middle, a glittering glass vial hanging above it.  Dumbledore and Voldemort have each cast a spell intended to bring the prophecy to their side.  Now they are dueling for their lives in the entrance hall, while their supporters fight for the prophecy, which hangs, magically suspended, over the top of the arch.  But where are the Death Eaters?  They have taken polyjuice potion and are imitating members of the Order of the Phoenix whom they waylaid before they could get to the Ministry!  Or are they imitating the kids, having subdued them in the brain room or something? The adults stalk warily around the amphitheater, while the kids stand in just inside their circle, wands trained on each other, friends and comrades no longer able to trust each other. 

(From here on, “Order of the Phoenix” includes both the adult members and the kids that haven’t been replaced by Death Eaters).

The Death Eaters think they have the upper hand because their Dark Lord has drawn an invisible line around the prophecy that delivers to the Dementers anyone who crosses it whose true self does not have a dark mark.  They have to mask their dismay, though, when Specialis Revelio informs them that the Order of the Phoenix knows all about the trap (thank you, Snape) and Dumbledore has placed a protective spell on the prophecy so that anyone whose true self does have a dark mark cannot approach it without being sucked into the Arch.  Once all the Death Eaters are eliminated, Dumbledore’s spell will demolish Voldemort’s line.  Or, once the Order is reduced to few enough people, the Death Eaters can throw off their pretend identities and kill the Order, neutralizing the spell on the prophecy. But how to make the enemy cross the line?  The Order of the Phoenix know they may die, but they are brave and willing to sacrifice themselves to defeat Voldemort.  The Death Eaters are smug and arrogant, laughing inside at how easy it is to trick good people.

So a bizarre negotiation begins.  Everyone claims to be either a Hogwarts student or a member of the Order of the Phoenix.  The group will have to vote on who to force towards the prophecy.
Day 1

    Mad-Eye Moody laughed gruffly, his normal eye and his magical eye separately examining each person in turn as the adults walked in a circle around the Arch and the kids.  When he came behind Neville, he suddenly feinted an attack.  Neville jumped in confused alarm, crying out and waving his wand incoherently.  “This should be interesting,” Mad-Eye growled.  Neville gathered himself together and stared at Mad-Eye defiantly, wand now at the ready.  Harry was looking to Sirius as though craving reassurance, recognition.  But Sirius was cold to him, suspicious and sad.  Tonks and Lupin could not meet each others’ eyes.  Mrs. Weasley kept pointing her wand at different people, wanting someone to attack, but avoiding looking at her two children.  Luna stood idly, her wand at her side, contemplating Kingsley, whose upright bearing seemed to indicate his wish to create order, protect, and lead.  Herminone seemed to be calculating furiously, while Ron stood between her and Harry looking bewildered, unsure what he should be doing.  Prof. McGonagall’s lips were pressed in the thinnest of lines, as if containing great emotion and great power as well.  Ginny was alert but calm, with her wand raised and determination, not fear, on her face.

    “So,” said Kingsley, “here we are.  Let us proceed.”

... A few minutes later ...

Mrs. Weasley (aka iguanaiguana) was really getting on everyone’s nerves.  Hovering over her kids, acting moody and erratic.  The Order didn’t think it was really her, and the Death Eaters knew she was a scary good dueler, so a bunch of the group got impulsive and forced her to approach the prophecy, while the others stood by and said nothing.  The room went dark and cold, everyone suddenly felt like crying, and then she was gone, taken by the Dementers.  The room returned to normal and the group stood in shock.  What had they just done?  She was a Member of the Order of the Phoenix!

Day 2

“Molly, No!” cried Lupin.  “What have we done?” He sank down with his head in his hands.  It seemed like there was a long time where nothing happened.  Everyone else stood around looking at each other, as if they couldn’t take in the new information.  Then out of nowhere there was a sudden intense flash of white followed by a criss-crossing of beams of colored light that were gone an instant later.  Everyone had spots before their eyes and couldn’t see anything for a few moments.  When their eyes had recovered they were shocked to see someone lying on the floor.  Ron (aka e). There was no mark on him to show how he had died.  “The Avada Kedavra curse,” whispered Sirius.  Ron didn’t change appearance, so he must have been himself, not an imposter.  He was a Member of the Order of the Phoenix.  Hermione  and Ginny were crying as Prof. McGonagall pointed her wand at the body.  It rose about a foot in the air and floated under her direction to a spot against the far wall.  Kingsley covered it with his cloak.  Hermione became overwhelmed with grief. “You can’t die, you never kissed me! I mean, how long does it take you boys to make a move? I waited for three years you pimple-headed dunce! What were you waiting for? You should really have read a book about girls or love. In fact there should be a class just for boys, called 'How to Interact with Girls.' You know who could teach that class? Snape or Filch. You know why? Because both of them have 100 times more game than you have when it comes to the ladies!” She sobbed and Harry put his arm around her shoulders and talked to her softly.  “We need you Hermione, you’re the smartest one here.  Help us!”  She nodded tearfully and stood up straighter, though pale.   Luna came over and handed her a piece of chocolate.  “This fell out of Ron’s pocket, I hope it helps.”

The arguments were abruptly interrupted when a flock of owls swooped in with that day’s mail.  But the owls swooped out again when they felt the magic around the Arch, leaving only Hermione’s Daily Prophet with this news: Vote Count 2.3

Harry got fed up with Hermione’s campaign against him and tried to shut her down with Silencio.  She dodged it easily, however, and gave him a look like “that’s the best you’ve got?”

Harry fought valiantly. Dogged in his own defense, but ultimately not persuasive. He couldn’t believe his ears when the hammer fell.  He was the Chosen One, the only one who could hear the prophecy.  They were all here fighting over the prophecy, and now they kill him?  What about all those times he faced Voldemort and won? What about The Boy Who Lived?  All those adventures with Hermione, and now she leads the charge against him?  He struggled mightily against the ropes conjured around him by Sirius, but it was in vain.  He was pushed across the line and ...  sucked into the Death Arch!  Just before he fell out of view, his true form revealed itself.  That wasn’t Harry, it was Bellatrix Lestrange, Death Eater Goon (aka Roadrunner7671)[/b]!! 

“See, I knew that couldn’t be Harry,” said Hermione.  “He wasn’t acting like himself.  And you know what, Luna and Sirius are starting to seem suspicious too....”

"Someone wake up Lupin and tell him what happened," said Professor McGonagall.

“This means we don’t know what happened to the real Harry!” exclaimed Ginny.  “Maybe he isn’t actually dead!”  The adults in the group didn’t look optimistic about this, but Ginny was determined to hold onto that thread of hope. 

In utter disbelief, Mad Eye stared at the body in front of him. How could he not have seen through this facade? Was he getting sentimental in his old age? He had sworn to protect Harry, the Boy Who Lived, but should he not have known him well enough to be able to tell him and Bellatrix Lestrange apart? Lestrange of all people...

This was a wake up call. He had become too trusting. Anyone here could still be the enemy. Everyone needs to be on their watch. Mad Eye crept up behind Kingsley, Tonks, Sirius and then Professor McGonagall and shouted at each of them “CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” Professor McGonagall was startled and checked her surroundings to see if anyone was nearby . Sirius was annoyed and said without turning around, “Moody, please...” Kingsley’s reaction was most unexpected.  He yelled “Kill them all!”  Tonks just ignored him.  She’d known her mentor for too long to be surprised by such antics.  The only sign that she had noticed was that her hair briefly flared orange before returning to the teal blue she had been wearing, and were those whiskers? 

Day 3

This time when the flash of light came it was accompanied by a loud bang, and all ten fell to the ground momentarily unconscious.  When they awoke, there was a muffled yell about a library, several streaks of colored light, and then all was still.  Only seven people got up again.  Hermione, Sirius and Neville were all sprawled on the floor, not moving.  Then Sirius (aka Awaclus) began to transform - into Lucius Malfoy the Death Eater Goon! Everyone else was stunned (or pretending to be). Hermione (aka yuma) was holding keys in her hand, symbolizing her role as the Order’s Caretaker.  Neville (aka Witherweaver) had a large bar of chocolate lying next to him on the floor.  He was the Order’s Healer.   He also had a note folded in his hand: "My only regret is... that I have... boneitis." A couple people chuckled fondly, everyone else looked really confused.  They tossed Malfoy's body into the Arch and laid Hermione and Neville next to Ron.
The owls came again trying to deliver the mail, but were once again scared away by the magic of the Arch.  One owl dropped a cylindrical package that landed on Lupin’s head and fell to the floor.  He picked it up and unrolled it.  It was the latest issue of The Quibbler and these were the headlines:

“Singer Stubby Boardman missing and presumed dead”
"Scandal afield! Rumors flying that golden snitch actually pyrite!"
"New Muggle-Wizard Business Partnership Launches First
Spell-powered Car Prototype for Mass Production"[/i][/b]

Lupin exclaimed, "What in the name of Godric Gryffindor? Of course the Snitch isn't made of pyrite, it's made of a high-quality spell-iminium, it's the only substance that can contain the power of the charms it has to have on it! Everybody knows that, seriously." He tossed the paper aside disdainfully. "This is NOT the time." Luna came over and picked up the magazine, tenderly smoothing it out and checking for bent pages.  "Never mind Professor, I'll take it. Daddy said this issue would have some astounding news.  Wait until he hears about the Death Eater impersonating Stubby Boardman!"

Initially several people were very keen to make Mad Eye Moody cross the line, but once it became clear that it was he who had successfully identified Sirius as an imposter, Mad Eye became trusted among the group.  He took command, as he had been itching to do all along, being a former Head of the Auror Office.  People were saddened by the deaths of Hermione and Neville, but took heart at the death of Malfoy.  Some people thought Lupin could be the third Death Eater, but in the end they settled on Kingsley.  Kingsley, being universally liked and trusted in the wizarding community, was not an obvious choice at first, but his protection of the fake Harry and his uncharacteristic seeming lack of attention in general made people suspicious.  And they were right! It was Antonin Dolohov (aka gkrieg13), Death Eater Dueler who was sucked into the Death Arch.  Kingsley Shackelford had never been there at all.

Day 4

After Dolohov had disappeared behind the curtain, there was a bright flash of white light, a really loud bang, and thick smoke came out of the Arch and took several moments to dissipate.  When their vision had cleared, the group saw Luna -- on the other side of the line.  Luna seemed ridiculously unconcerned about her impending death.  “Daddy says you can always tell a serial killer because wrackspurts won't go in their ears.  I think the Department of Mysteries has a room dedicated to studying wrackspurts - you just have to find it.  Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” Tonks and Lupin exchanged incredulous looks.  At that very moment a dirigible plum appeared over her head.  She grabbed on just as everyone felt the familiar depression that always announced the arrival of the Dementers.  The Dementers were angry.  They wanted a victim.  So as she was spirited away, Luna (aka ashersky) cried out “Expecto Patronum!” and her hare Patronus shot from her wand and chased away the Dementers.  A quickly fading “I’m a Member of the Order of the Phoenix” was the last they heard from her. 

“Since the Dementers came, I guess we know she really was in the Order,” said Professor McGonagall.   

“And Luna’s Patronus is a hare,” added Ginny. (It remains inexplicable why none of them thought then or earlier to force everyone to produce their Patronuses to prove who they were.)

... many hours later ...

Tonks (aka Joseph) was really Dolores Umbridge, the Serial Killer!   She wasn't a Death Eater, but boy was she evil!  Guess she finally just snapped when the centaurs attacked her, and decided to kill everyone she could.

THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX WINS!!

[Haddock]

I love it.   
Thanks again for running this, EFHW.