Supernatural Mafia

[Zeriphor]

Originally Posted by Roy_D_Mylote

Actually. I never voted for Cephrir. I voted for Newb, and was wrong, so your "being a mafiatte that went against them to ensure his longevity"...idea is flawed, right there. And bandwagoning? Not so much.

Unless you count this round where you joked that everyone should bandwagon.

[Roy_D_Mylote]

I wasn't Joking. Everyone should vote for Neyo. Because of the reasons I stated.

[Zeriphor]

The only reason I saw was that he made a list of lurkers that didn't include two now proven mafiates. Is this the only reason you have?

[Roy_D_Mylote]

Yes, yes it is. 's pretty damn suspicious.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

The now diminishing town seemed to grow more and more agitated. They descended upon Death by Stabbing with sticks, rocks... anything they had on hand. His futile cries descended into whimpers, and finally ceased alltogether.

The crowd, barely satiated, dispersed, leaving the body of Death by Stabbing, vanilla townie unattended before the setting sun.

It is now night 4. Send in your roles people.

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Eh, thanks for the PMs and the fucking BUGGING ME ENDLESSLY about the deadline.

So, umm... here's my solution.

1. DbS, you just win. I don't want to deal with you anymore. Congratulations or some such.
2. Neyo, Vanilla Townie is also dead. Because, I mean, that's what you people wanted isn't it? Neyo dead? Right?
3. There, it's all fair now, why the hell are you reading number three?
4. I'll let you know something I wouldn't have done otherwise. The serial killer in this game is known as the Doppelganger. FIGURE THAT ONE OUT!
5. Since I know when to delegate (Manager, I) Mesden will occasionally post a vote count. That is why she will be posting. And she will be allowed to post. Uhh, YEAH!

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In a quiet, dimly lit workshop on the outskirts of the town, countless wide sheets were spread out over tables, scattered over floors, and tacked to walls. Some were quietly rolled up and tucked away amidst the piles of paper, all covered with carefully measured diagrams. The man within was the last to return home from his work over these diagrams.

The lamplight flickered for a moment and he froze. At the creak of a floorboard he bolted from the door, racing down the cobblestone streets towards his allies; his shadow danced wildly in the luminous auras of the flickering gas light streetlamps. But he was not, perhaps, as well prepared as his pursuer, who seemed to slide through the shadows.

There was a protracted whipping sound, of something spinning through the air, and the body collapsed to the earth, sliding unpleasantly along the uneven cobblestones. Turning over as quickly as he could he saw a man emerge from the shadow with a massive aura of darkness around him--a half-hunched hulking form.

"This will be your final night of terrorizing this town," Van Helsing proclaimed valiantly, aiming his crossbow and loosing a bolt. The body of "Salookanana, Town Mason fell limp, blood oozing from the wound in his chest.

Van Helsing looked puzzled for a moment--turning slowly, he looked into his own dark aura as a hand exploded from the darkness. The massive, hairy arm gripped Van Helsing by the neck and hoisted him into the air. There was a crack, and Major Blood: Hunter of the Supernatural, Abraham Van Helsing fell limp and was dropped to the ground like a ragdoll. The werewolf hunched over the dead form of Van Helsing until another form tore from the night, slamming into the werewolf and forcing it to a wall.

The struggle was futile, the werewolf was trapped by the supernatural strength of the smaller form of RedScar, who flung the wolf-beast into a dark alley and followed quickly. There was a long howl suddenly cut short, and a form slipped quietly out of the alley and into the night.

The only sign of this struggle, the dead body of RedScar, Vanilla Townie.

Day 5 has begun. Three to lynch. Deadline: DON'T ASK!!

[Mesden]

Oh, so everyone knows, I'm KP's official bitc- I mean, uh, assistant. I shall now tally vote counts and do things such as feel good aboutmyself for being able to add. Unlike KP.

Also, all your souls are belong to me.

And, Vote: KP for making me do this.

********VOTE COUNT********

KP(1)
Mesden

[Roy_D_Mylote]

Well...the town's screwed. There's the one werewolf left (maybe more) and the Doppleganger. That's three townies left. Of course, there's also the possibility of the cult having another initiate, which makes there two town-aligned players left. Unless the cult got someone on night 2, which means that there's one townie, pure, left alive. And if that's the case, then I (the pure townie) am boned SO HARD.

Unless one of the cultists is the werewolf or dopple.

[Zeriphor]

Well, that night sucked for the townies... We now have only five people left, and at least two scum. I'm gonna vote: Roy because of his attempts (successful) to bandwagon a townie off.

[Roy_D_Mylote]

So, the fact that I AM, in fact, a townie, isn't gonna dissuade you?

No, I guess not. Since you're one of the scummy roles.

I'm BONED. I will say, in case there is a chance that a townie lives out there, that my reasoning for making Neyo out to be scum was sound. He left off two mafiates from his list? That doesn't ring scum to you?

[Mesden]

********VOTE COUNT********

KP(1)
Mesden

Roy_D_Mylote(1)
Zeriphor


JUST so KP can't mess up so badly again! HAHA! (He said I could totally do it whenever)