House of Cards Mafia

[Sheb]

Hey red, its night. You shouldn' be posting. And neither should I. So I'm gonna shut up now. See ya'll in the AM.

[Roy_D_Mylote]

Clayton Joseph, wrapped in a dark cloak, paced through the streets of the city. He held a black bag in his hand. A small object fell out of it: a roll of bandages. Clayton swore and bent over, hastily scooping up the bandages and putting them back in the bag. “Where is that old goat?” he muttered.

A dark shape peered around the corner of a building. The shape crept forward and grabbed Clayton’s shoulder. “What are you doing out so late, friend?”

“Wha—oh, it’s you. That new fellow.”

“That’s what they call me.”

“I’m far too busy to fiddle with you right now. Go home, it’s not safe.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

Clayton turned and began to walk away. Arturo grinned and reached into his coat.

A few moments later Arturo turned the corner and walked away, pulling his hat down over his eys and humming to himself.

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In the top floor of the Salori home, Giuseppe Salori sat in his chair behind his oak desk. His son Gino and his friend Mikhail Rasputin stood in front of him.

“Father?” Gino said. Giuseppe stared off into the distance.

Mikhail reached out and shook the big man’s shoulder. “Sir? Are you…are you alright?”

Giuseppe seemed to snap out of his trance. “Oh yes, quite. What was, what are we talking about?”

“Your…orders, father.”

“Oh, right. Them. Never you mind about them.”

“But—“

“I said never mind. Just go!”

Fuming, Gino stormed out of his father’s home. When he reached his own house, just down the street, he sat back in his comfy chair and poured himself a nice bottle of hooch. “Crazy old bastard.”

“Yes…yes he…is.”

Gino spun around. “Who are—holy God!”

“God can not save…you from me!” the creature behind him shouted. It had leathery wings, a forked tounge, and five dark, sharp fangs. The beast was crawling out of a fiery circle in the floor of Gino’s home. When finally it fully emerged, its manifold legs, arms, and tails occupied most of the room.

“Gino Salori…I find you…Guilty!” the demon cried, and lunged forward.

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As day dawned, “Penguin” Timmy, off on one of his many early-morning strolls, found the crumpled, bloody body of Silly Kitty, Clayton Joseph, Doctor, Town-aligned on the ground. Cause of death: A precise knife wound to the back and several random, clumsy blows to the abdomen.

The smoking crater of Gino’s house was cleared of debris, some which still burning, and at the bottom was Red Fighter 1073, Gino Salori, Mafia-aligned’s burnt corpse.

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DAY TWO GO! 13 to lynch.

[Rygar]

Doctor down 1st night.
That's never much good.

[Red Fighter 1073]

My will: Wow, that was... quick, and it managed to be really odd. Good idea with the fake names for (I think) everybody to help keep anonymity.

EDIT: To B_Real, my computer was being really slow and right about this time, I couldn't even access this site because of some internal error so I accidently posted the same thing twice.

[P-Sleazy]

So guys...I'm alive.

EDIT: Also, I want to try something out. Cause I was lynched with only one vote. Someone mind voting for me again? I wanna see how this works.

[Inbred Chocobo]

You bastards! I shall avenge SK! Somehow...

[P-Sleazy]

Red, why did you post the EXACT same thing twice?

[Tendronai]

In accordance with B_Real's wishes...

VOTE: B_Real Shadows

I'm a helper!

[Nayno]

I'm fairly certain someone had a day role that allowed them to lynch a person of their choice, then end the day. All in all, though, it was a bad move.

At least we know not to lynch B_real, though.

EDIT: Also, they would only be successful if said person was scum.

[Roy_D_Mylote]

"God dammit fine," the GM said.

Once again the angry mob dragged B_real up to the gallows, and once again he said, "Go fuck yourselves," and they let him go.

NIGHT 2 BEGINS NOW, no more posting. And for the love of God, it's not my fault.