NPF Mafia: 8-Bit Edition SP

[Inbred Chocobo]

Originally Posted by Newb

Also, IC, you unvoted Cindy twice and forgot to unvote Baali

No I didn't. You just think I did, but I didn't. And ignore the edit date on it too.

[Deathosaurus Wrecks]

Originally Posted by Inbred Chocobo

Fine whatever. I kinda don't think that Death is mafian though. So that leaves me with a difficult decision.

yeah, seems like you're real hung up about it.

this is bullshit. all i've ever done has been in the intrest of the town. I'm a mason for fuck's sake, Incendius, you know this.

[Incendius]

Strangely, I suggested to you over PM that balirock was one of the people, and if I remember, you never went for him, or if you did, you never helped with it overly much, and it blew over to the wayside. You layed low almost the entire game, even though I think, I think some if it was computer problems.

If CMP can say that masons are not able to be mafia, then I'll take my vote off of you.

Right now though, you and Balirock are very high on my supected people, I've looked over everyone else, there's not nearly as much information that convicts them, as it does you.

[CallmePrismatic]

Vote Update:

Inbred Chocobo (1)
Deathosaurus Wrecks

Deathosaurus Wrecks (3)
Newb
Incendius
Inbred Chocobo

5 TO LYNCH. FINE, DEADLINE SET FOR 11:00 P.M., SUNDAY MARCH 26.
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"Hey...HEY...OVER HERE! Thank you, sheesh, so hard to get people's attention nowadays."
"And the fact that we're almost 12 hours late."
"Oh come on, 11 hours is NOWHERE close to 12 hours. And besides, it's more like 10.83."
"Whatever, who we tying up?"
"Uhmm...Jeremiahcron? No, wait, Deathosaurus Wrecks!"
"What a preposterous claim, I am a townie through and through, listen to my font."
"Wow, thats a real nice accent, what is it?"
"It's impish you moron, and need I remind you that imps are natives of this fine easily burnable forest?"
"You might, but I feel the need to remind YOU sir that most imps are not actually dark-elves."
"Well fuck you guys then." Deathosaurus Wrecks, aka Drizz'l the Mason-traitor Mafia-aligned, was then quickly tied up and lynched, which allowed for the not-at-all delayed Night to begin.

IT IS NOW NIGHT. DO NOT POST. SEND IN YOUR NIGHT ROLES.

[Deathosaurus Wrecks]

hahaha. oh, my victory has already been accomplished. how many did i send to thier deaths? how many did i convince to vote against thier fellow townsmen?

Trust not those who would call themselves your friend. Good night "friends".

[CallmePrismatic]

You wake up to a very pleasant smell, one that reminds you of days spent at home while Mom baked up delectable treats so that Dad wouldn't have to get mad and untie his belt and then you'd have to go into your room and turn the radio up real loud...or something, it just smells nice in the air.

After a small search consisting of looking out into the bloodstained clearing, you see the source of the smell. Snickerdoodles, Rice Crispy Squares, lemon bars, candy corn, every sugar infested delicacy is bared before you, along with a few sacks simply labeled sugar. Before you can wonder why the mafia's plans would switch between coldblooded murder and bake sale, you notice that the mound of candy seems to be making stuttered attempts at breathing, the fluctuating up and down motion slowly moving aside stray bars to reveal...

Well, something ugly. You don't know how, but you CAN make an imp look uglier, and apparently all it takes is slapping a few tentacles on its face-ish area. While you're not sure which part of the anatomy of an imp or Netherworld inhabitant is susceptible to sugar, it seems that some part of it was vulnerable, explaining the deadly reaction to the sweet deal.

The sugar had rotted away all traces of dental records, but as you sift through the wrappings you discover that the deceased had begun to fill out a form to acquire tools to begin the Sea Monkey God Program but apparently hadn't gotten beyond writing his basic personal information, namely that his name wasPyroIncendius and that he was a Masonic cult-initiate, cult-aligned.

After eating a few of the scraps not covered in weird otherworldy goo, you decide to get down to business. Only one threat remains to the town, but can you find it?

IT IS NOW DAY. 6 PLAYERS REMAIN. 4 TO LYNCH. NO DEADLINE SET YET.

[Incendius]

Eh, oh well, I couldn't have won either way, still don't disregard my posts, I still wanted the mafia gone, and as soon as possible.


Oh yes and Death, your involvement?

Almost nil.

Seriously, you didn't really do anything...

[Inbred Chocobo]

Well I was going to vote for either cindy of Baalirock this round, but since Cindy no longer needs voting for

Vote: Baalirock

[Bailey]

I'm not so sure about Baalirock.

I personally think it's Trepie.

But since I don't want to split the votes and we still have one more mistake that we can safely make, I'll also Vote: Baalirock, but as soon as somebody votes Trepie, I'll switch over in a flash.

[CallmePrismatic]

Vote Update:

Baalirock (2)
Inbred Chocobo
Incendius

4 TO LYNCH. DEADLINE SET FOR FRIDAY WHEN I GET HOME.