Mob Mentality

July 8th, 2008

I spent some time today thinking about Mafia. In my play group, the game has always had the same problem on the first turn — nobody has any information except the Mafia, and everyone knows it. Nobody wants to accuse anyone, because the natural conclusion is that accusers are in the Mafia. After all, Civilians generally have no information, so for someone to claim to have information makes them a target of suspicion. This generally devolves into a random first-turn kill, which sucks for the person who died, and is statistically good for the Mafia.

Our short-term patch was to give the Detective a pre-first-turn guess, which A) isn’t usually much of a help (if they pick a Civilian) and B) can be too much of a swing (if they pick a Mafia).

Here are my proposed solutions:

Create a new character type – The Police
I thought of two ways that this character could work, and both methods could be used for varying sized games. What’s common to both methods is that there will be two or more Police characters, and they are on the side of the Civilians. The Police generally want to keep their identities hidden from the rest of the players.

Method 1:
At the beginning of the game during the pre-first-turn phase, the moderator has the Police all open their eyes and look at each other. This is the only special ability the Police have — after this phase, they act as normal Civilians. This creates a small circle of trust between a few of the Civilians, which gives them a much-needed advantage, especially in the first turn. This creates a first-turn situation in which a large number of players have an incentive to influence who gets killed, and more importantly, people who try to guide the discussion are no longer targets of suspicion. Of course, the Mafia will be looking out for people who seem to be confident or agree with each other all the time, so the Police need to be careful not to make themselves obvious targets. I envision there being 2 or 3 Police characters in a game.

Method 2:
Mostly the same as Method 1, except there is a secret chain of command in the Police. To explain by way of example, let’s say there are three Police cards, a Jack, a Queen and a King. During the pre-first-turn phase, the person holding the Jack does something to identify himself, like putting his finger on his nose (keeping his eyes closed). Then, the Queen opens her eyes, and sees who has the Jack. The queen then closes her eyes and puts her finger on her nose. The King then opens his eyes and sees who both the Jack and the Queen are. In this way, each Police character can either trust or be trusted by one or more people, but that trust is one way. The King will take care to listen to the Jack and Queen, but knows that they will be suspicious of anything he tries to tell them. The Jack will know that two people in the room are listening to him, but does not know who those people are. This method, being not as powerful as Method 1, would hopefully allow for more Police characters in a game.

Method 3:
Use either Method 1 or 2, and grant the Police a nightly phase in which they “Arrest” a character. When the group wakes up, the moderator announces who was arrested during the night. Depending on how strong of an advantage we want to give to the Civilians, the arrested character could either A) not be allowed to talk, B) not be allowed to vote, or C) both A and B. This gives the Civilians some wiggle room for suspected Mafia members without having to outright kill them. It also gives the Mafia members another method for determining who the Police are so they can be killed off.

Eliminate or Modify the Detective
The Detective is too swingy to be fun. It sucks as a Mafia member to be targetted so specifically by the Detective — there’s virtually nothing you can do at that point except shut up and accept your fate. Unfortunately, since this situation is the ultimate goal of the Detective, I feel like the character is fundamentally flawed and should be removed from the game.

One way to make the Detective more interesting/playable would be to change the moderator’s response. Instead of the Moderator answering the question “Is this person a Mafia?”, they could answer the question “Is this person either a Mafia or a Police?”, to which they would respond either “Yes, that person is one of those types” or “No, that person is just a regular Civilian”. This does two things: Firstly, it vastly improves the chances that the Detective will get a positive response, which makes the Detective arguably more interesting to play, and secondly it vastly reduces the impact that a positive response has on a game. The Detective would still have to try to figure out from the conversation who he thinks is more trustworthy. Additionally, if a Detective knew that two people were both Mafia/Police, he would have to figure out whether those two people were on the same side or not — if they were not, he would know that at least one was Mafia (as long as he could be sure they were on different sides, anyway). This change would hopefully also make the Detective less of a Mafia target, making it more of a strategy for the Detective to claim to be the Detective (and more of a strategy for the Mafia to claim to be Detectives). You could even have two Detectives, which makes the situation where two (or three) people claim to be Detectives much more interesting.

Let me know your thoughts on these proposed changes. I’d be eager to try something new in the world of Mafia. Because the way we play, Mike’s just too dangerous to let live.

This is Your Brain on Sleep

April 7th, 2008

I feel like I’ve been in here forever.

Wait, that can’t be right… cuz then I’d be dead.

Me, to myself, in a tired stupor, in the shower this morning.

Dream Log, vol 2.

February 12th, 2008

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Dream Log, vol 1.

January 30th, 2008

I had a pretty weird dream last night. When I say it’s weird, I mostly mean it’s weird that I remember the dream, not so much that I had it.

In the first part of this dream, which I don’t remember quite as vividly as the second part, my family and I were travelling down a small path in a small forest. Our destination was the beach on the other side of the forest, which you could clearly see from the path’s further edge — the forest was probably not more than 40 meters wide. Despite the brevity of the path, my family managed to get ambushed by a brown bear along the way. Most of us ran toward the beach, but my dad was trapped on the other side of the bear, who started roughing up the former. I borrowed a pistol from a guy who lived on the beach, ran back to the bear, and shot it three times in the back. At first, this merely angered it and drew its attention to me, but the bullet-induced blood loss eventually did him in before he could get to me. My dad was okay. All of us went back to the beach.

During the process of getting settled into the beach, my friend Ian and his family showed up. We wandered into the water, and watched the aquatic life. I observed one large fish eat a dozen or so smaller fish and spit out their skeletal remains. Not too long after that, Ian and I suddenly and without explanation got booted backwards through time. Most of the rest of this dream was spent with the two of us trying to come up with ways to use our knowledge of the future to get rich. It culminated with me running excitedly, panting, into Ian’s room and having this conversation:

Dave (running into Ian’s room): Ian! Ian!!
Ian: What?
Dave: What year is it?!
Ian: 1993.
Dave (throwing his arms up into the air): GOOGLE STOCK!

It was at this point that I woke up. It was 6:30.

Casey Photoshop

June 23rd, 2007

Meg had the inspiration for a picture of Casey’s face superimposed over the heads on a fountain we saw at the Boston Public Garden. The picture speaks for itself really. There isn’t much I can say.


Casey

How To Make a MySpace Avatar

June 3rd, 2007
Are you like me? Do your parents not understand you? Do your high school classmates not “get” your poems? Can you just not believe that she did that, and I mean like right after what happened! God! Well friend, you’re in luck, because the Internet finally has a place that appreciates us. But if you’re going to bare your soul to the world, you are going to need a picture of yourself. So grab your webcam and let’s get started. First, take a really simple picture.

Here I am, ready to recite my poetry to the internet. Or am I?
Everybody knows that glasses are only cool if you don’t need them to see, so I took mine off. But I can’t use this. There are a couple problems with this picture:
1. I am looking directly at the camera.
2. I am smiling.

I don’t want people to know that I took this picture just for MySpace, so I should tone it down some. Let’s see what I look like when I’m in my “natural” state.

Here is take two. I’m not looking at the camera, and I don’t look very happy. A vast improvement over the previous picture! I think I look a little too angsty though. You want to look angsty, but you don’t want to look like you’re trying to look angsty. Because if you were trying to do something, then that means you care about something, and that breaks the cardinal rule of being a teenager. Let’s try a third shot.
I don’t even like MySpace. Or anything.

You don’t understand me. Nobody does.
Perfect! I’m staring at a point just next to the camera, with little to no visible emotion. Now, all I need to do is apply some grayscale and a high-contrast filter, and I’m done! Let’s throw it together with a red-text-on-black-background page and see what we get.

The final product.
With these simple steps, you too can have a grade-A MySpace page. Just remember:
1. Look slightly away from the camera.
2. Angst, but not too much angst.
3. Judicious use of Photoshop filters.

Best of luck! Or whatever.

Grassroots Voting

May 24th, 2007

All this recent commotion about the 2008 election, specifically in regards to Republican candidate Ron Paul, has got me thinking. The reason Ron Paul has got me thinking is that there is definitely a wide base of either support for or interest in him… he polls wonderfully on the internet, and yet he polls terribly in “snail” polls. This kind of phenomenon is something that I, as a Libertarian supporter, am used to… but the thing that just struck me is that I found myself thinking that as much as I’d like to see him win, and as much support as he may have, Ron Paul has no chance of winning.

Why does Ron Paul have no chance of winning? Because of plurality voting. I have blogged about the problems inherent in our voting system before, so I won’t go into any detail here. But, I decided it’s high time to put my money where my mouth is about making some change. I’m extremely cynical about what it takes to enact any kind of change on a public, governmental level, so I’m doing this thing my own way.

– The Proposal –
I am hereby starting a voluntary organization which currently has no name (I am accepting suggestions.) I am, as of now, the first and only member. The only requirements for joining are that you know somebody already in the organization, and that you contribute $1. The $1 entry fee is meant to be so little that it is no barrier to legitimate entry, but enough of a barrier that it will prevent abusive spammers from joining. The requirement that you know somebody who’s already in the organization is to verify that everyone in the organization is at least nominally trustworthy. (Thanks go to Mikix who helped me iron out some of the mechanics in the alpha stages).

There are several purposes to this organization, depending on how big it ends up getting:
1) At a local level, its purpose is to raise awareness, foster communication and debate, and raise a small amount of (largely symbolic) money for the group’s ideal candidate.
2) At a medium level, its purpose is to raise an amount of money that is no longer symbolic.
3) At a national level, its purpose is to replace the plurality voting system with a more progressive one.

At some point prior to the election, this organization will meet, and each member will vote for their ideal candidate(s). The method of voting — and this is crucial — will be one such as condorcet, instant-runoff, or approval. When the votes are counted and the winner is determined, all of the money raised via $1 entry fees will be donated to that candidate. Additionally, members are encouraged (but not required) to cast their actual votes in the general election for this winner. Assuming this organization ever grew to a sufficient size, this system could eventually decide the general election and de facto replace our plurality system with a better one without ever having to pass anything through Congress. Even if nobody actually went through with voting for the organization’s winner, the results of the election would be enough to instill confidence in that candidate, possibly overcoming the paradox of “they can’t win, so I won’t vote for them”.

But I’m getting way ahead of myself, since this organization will probably never get that large. It is also useful at a very small level by getting people together to talk about politics, and to raise awareness for voting methods and for the candidates themselves. This, I think, is well worth the price of $1, and even a $10 donation to a candidate could be a ribbon for them to say it came from such a progressive organization. And besides, the organization can never become big unless it starts out small.

So, now the question is: who’s interested in joining? All it takes is one dollar and a little bit of your time. Eh? Eh?

UPDATES:
2007-05-24 3:32PM — Todd Cesere joined
2007-05-24 3:37PM — Meg Price joined
2007-05-25 11:38AM — Mike Terry joined
2007-05-28 12:38PM — Joe Hebert joined

NOTICES:
Once we hit a membership of 10, I will make a website for us. We will then vote on which voting method to use, and then we can try to come up with a name for the organization.

April Fools, From Dave’s Perspective

April 3rd, 2007

My roommate Mikix and I have a several-year-long history of April Fools pranks, specifically the kind where I prank him. In the past years he has lamented the fact that he doesn’t take it as seriously as I do, and this year he got his act together. This is an account of the ridiculousness that led up to and ultimately went down on March 31st, 2007.

Several Times Over the Past Year
I spent some time thinking about the prank I would pull on Mike this year. I like to have this kind of stuff ready in advance, because some pranks require planning and they always get better the more you think them through. After some discussion with my girlfriend Meg, I had a pretty solid plan formulated in my head. I will not be revealing this plan because, as you will find out, I did not end up getting to pull it on Mike due to circumstances, and I may want to use it in the future.

March 13, 2007
Mike sends me a gmail chat message asking if I want to help him pull a prank on our other roommate Nick this year. The prank is to throw him a surprise birthday party on a day that is not his birthday (which is a reference to one of our favorite episodes of Sealab 2021). The twist here is that we’d be doing it on March 31st, a day before April Fools, because nobody suspects it then. I respond negatively to his idea, thinking that this is too close to his actual birthday (April 9th) to work as a fake birthday party. I don’t think throwing an actual surprise birthday party a week and a half in advance is that unheard of. At any rate, Mike is extremely insistent that it’s a good idea, so I offer my support. March 31st is when one of our game days is happening, so he assures me that even if the prank falls through, there will be a game day to make up for it.

Mike starts a gmail thread about the prank on Nick including everyone that will be coming to our apartment the 31st for game day (except Nick, of course). This gets me thinking, if I’m going to organize my prank on Mike, I’m going to need to get my shit together, so I subsequently start a gmail thread about my prank on Mike, including a smaller core set of friends.

March 14-30, 2007
Much planning is done on both fronts, and by the 31st, shit is about to go down.

March 31, 2007
As it turns out, Nick had to go into work. This works out wonderfully for our prank on Nick, as it gives us lots of time to prepare. A few of the inner circle and Mike and I spend some time buying such things as “Happy Birthday” balloons, cake ingredients, and noisemakers. During the day, I send an offer to pick Nick up from the T station, for the public reason that it will get him home faster for gaming, for the secret reason that I need to stall him for Mike’s prank and give everyone time to set up everything and then hide, and for the double-secret reason that I need to confer with him in confidence about my prank on Mike.

Over the course of the day, several friends of ours show up, and we play some Citadels as well as some Wii games. When 7pm comes, I’m ready to do this thing. Nick gives me a call when he’s about to be at Porter. I meet him and his coworker Casey at the T station, we pick up some liquor, and return home.

As we enter the apartment, he walks into the room where everyone is hiding, and I hear a shout of “SURPRISE!” which I join in on. I follow him into the room, and see a banner hanging on the wall which says “Happy Birthday Nick & Dave”. Yeah, I figured while I was out getting Nick they might just tack me onto the prank. I tell him we’ve got birthday cake. Then Nick says something which I find strange: “You knew about the cake?” I’m thinking “YOU knew about the cake?”, as Mike tells us that BOTH of us were the subject of this prank — there was a separate gmail thread that included Nick but not me. Both of us were fully aware of what was going to happen today, and thought the other one was in the dark. At the T station, while I thought I was stalling Nick for time, he thought he was stalling me for time.

Mike and Nick and I walk into the kitchen to have our cake, and find the rest of the game day group standing around the kitchen table, dressed in black. The cakes on the table have three graham-cracker tombstones with “R.I.P.” on each written in black frosting. Matt hands each of us a rose, and the group tells us that today is our funeral. Mike’s girlfriend Elaine and my girlfriend Meg exchange sympathy cards saying how sorry each of them is about the other’s loss. I look to Mike, and he just gives me this “I have no idea either, dude” look. As it turns out, there was another super secret gmail thread that neither Mike nor Nick nor I were a part of, where the rest of our circle of friends planned this ultra secret prank on all three of us.

As it turns out, I wasn’t able to complete my prank on Mike for reasons I cannot give out, but there will be other opportunities.

To review: Over the previous few weeks, there were the following gmail conversations going on
A public one announcing the game day for the 31st
One sent to everyone except me about Nick’s birthday party prank
One sent to everyone except Nick about my birthday party prank
One sent to everyone except Nick and me explaining how the prank was going to work on both of us at the same time
One sent to everyone except Mike about my prank on him
One sent to everyone except Mike, Nick and me about the super secret funeral prank

New Domain Name

March 28th, 2007

I registered the domain sadowl.com and moved my blog over to it. Any links that point to the old domain (dav.rivercityransomtactics.com) should be automatically redirected to this new domain.

Is there anyone who knows how to draw well and is willing to make me a quick logo of a sad owl? I’m thinking cartoonish.

Save Those Kittens

February 22nd, 2007

My roommates and I are commissioning a painting. We wanted something utterly ridiculous that incorporated the three of us into the picture. Some ideas that were originally thrown around were:

  • The three of us riding three boars like horses, fighting some sort of dragon. (This would be happening in outer space)
  • All three of us riding one giant squid in the ocean
  • The three of us, as firemen, saving kittens from a burning building

We eventually decided on the third. (I am still hopeful that someday we may also commission one of the others). The artist that we hired is our friend Jen’s little sister. She turned in a rough sketch last night, and I am pumped about it.

Save Those Kittens!

(We specifically requested that there be a person still in the building that we consciously did not rescue, because kittens are cuter.)