Mafia, Round 3
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I change my vote to Diana. 
Also, even if someone is killed off the next night, exactly what "evidence" do we have to go on?
If we vote for no lynch, it's no different than starting in night time, and all of Diar's efforts would be in vain. (To set it up during day rather than night.)
All in all, this is a good/only chance for a preemptive strike. We should take it.
Also, even if someone is killed off the next night, exactly what "evidence" do we have to go on?
If we vote for no lynch, it's no different than starting in night time, and all of Diar's efforts would be in vain. (To set it up during day rather than night.)
All in all, this is a good/only chance for a preemptive strike. We should take it.
Subeinu
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Due to the fact that people seem to want too not lynch, and the few who have have done it. I'm gonna go and say I want too lynch Rincewind.
Yeah.. with no reason behind except me being a cunt about it
Yeah.. with no reason behind except me being a cunt about it
Oh yeah, because no one remembers what happened the first time. Who was I again... Oh yeah... THE DOCTOR. 
(I'm just dicking around, you know I love you guys.)
(I'm just dicking around, you know I love you guys.)
Oh yeah, because no one remembers what happened the first time. Who was I again... Oh yeah... THE DOCTOR.
(I'm just dicking around, you know I love you guys.)
The townspeople have not been kind to the doctor in this game.
Mogryo
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I'm going to vote Diana
We have lost Spartan. He's had to drop out.
Kevin was walking through the suburbs when the vigilante army grabbed him, knocking him out with a baseball bat. It just took one blow to knock him out and send him to the ground.
When he woke up, it was to a noose around his neck. Looking around, he saw he was standing on a wooden podium, the eyes of the town on him. Looking around, he realized that he was on the old town hanging grounds. They hadn't been used since the 19th Century, but now they would be used again.
He looked around in panic to see another townsperson standing there, holding the lever that would drop him to his death. He didn't even have time to cry out as the trapdoor opened beneath him, snapping his neck.
Kevin was a townsperson.
Kevin was walking through the suburbs when the vigilante army grabbed him, knocking him out with a baseball bat. It just took one blow to knock him out and send him to the ground.
When he woke up, it was to a noose around his neck. Looking around, he saw he was standing on a wooden podium, the eyes of the town on him. Looking around, he realized that he was on the old town hanging grounds. They hadn't been used since the 19th Century, but now they would be used again.
He looked around in panic to see another townsperson standing there, holding the lever that would drop him to his death. He didn't even have time to cry out as the trapdoor opened beneath him, snapping his neck.
Kevin was a townsperson.
Night One begins now
The following people must perform their night actions
Cop investigates
Doctor protects
Roleblocker blocks
Masons may talk
Mafia discusses their target, and sends out someone to kill
Serial Killer decides their victim
You have 24 hours
The following people must perform their night actions
Cop investigates
Doctor protects
Roleblocker blocks
Masons may talk
Mafia discusses their target, and sends out someone to kill
Serial Killer decides their victim
You have 24 hours
Everyone has voted, so I'll post the results now.
Oliver woke up to the sounds of glass shattering. Jolting into sudden awareness, he arose rapidly from bed and wiped the sweat from his brow. His sense for danger was flaring and he knew something was going wrong. Grabbing the lamp from his bedside table, he rubbed his eyes and moved carefully into the hallway.
He heard a set of footsteps downstairs, heart thumping, breath catching in his throat. The phone! He'd left it downstairs! God! He should have thought after these goddam killings had started!
Tiptoeing down the stairs, he decided that he would call the police. If the killer was there he was in no state to overpower them.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a shadowy figure lunged out and slashed him. A stinging pain made him gasp as a thick wound opened up on his face. Blood spilled from the wound as he cried out, and ran towards the phone, but his assailant grabbed him by the hair and slammed him down on the ground, face first.
Coughing, he started to crawl towards the phone, his desperate aim to reach it. As his hand reached towards it, a black gloved hand reached up, grabbed the phone, and slammed it down on his head.
Crumpling to the ground, Oliver was still. Lifeless. His eyes unseeing, blood seeping onto the carpet.
The killer lifted their hand, regarded the phone silently, and cast it aside to thud on the ground, before taking their leave.
Oliver was a Mason
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Ringo woke up to the smell of stale cigarette smoke. He stood up, haphazardly gathered his clothes and left after throwing a wad of money down on the bed of the local motel, and stumbled out the door.
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Jess sheathed her knife as she left Oliver's house, but stopped as she saw a huge, blinding light in the distance. She squinted as she tried to see it, but the black limousine was there before she realized where it was and what it was. Before she could do anything about it, a figure emerged from the car, dragged her in, and shut the door.
Something metallic and shiny touched her temple, a voice muffled by a black mask whispered: "There's only enough room for one group in this town." The bang was muffled by the silencer on the gun, and even before the echoes of the bang had died away, the car was already driving on.
Jess was the Serial Killer.
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Oliver woke up to the sounds of glass shattering. Jolting into sudden awareness, he arose rapidly from bed and wiped the sweat from his brow. His sense for danger was flaring and he knew something was going wrong. Grabbing the lamp from his bedside table, he rubbed his eyes and moved carefully into the hallway.
He heard a set of footsteps downstairs, heart thumping, breath catching in his throat. The phone! He'd left it downstairs! God! He should have thought after these goddam killings had started!
Tiptoeing down the stairs, he decided that he would call the police. If the killer was there he was in no state to overpower them.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a shadowy figure lunged out and slashed him. A stinging pain made him gasp as a thick wound opened up on his face. Blood spilled from the wound as he cried out, and ran towards the phone, but his assailant grabbed him by the hair and slammed him down on the ground, face first.
Coughing, he started to crawl towards the phone, his desperate aim to reach it. As his hand reached towards it, a black gloved hand reached up, grabbed the phone, and slammed it down on his head.
Crumpling to the ground, Oliver was still. Lifeless. His eyes unseeing, blood seeping onto the carpet.
The killer lifted their hand, regarded the phone silently, and cast it aside to thud on the ground, before taking their leave.
Oliver was a Mason
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Ringo woke up to the smell of stale cigarette smoke. He stood up, haphazardly gathered his clothes and left after throwing a wad of money down on the bed of the local motel, and stumbled out the door.
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Jess sheathed her knife as she left Oliver's house, but stopped as she saw a huge, blinding light in the distance. She squinted as she tried to see it, but the black limousine was there before she realized where it was and what it was. Before she could do anything about it, a figure emerged from the car, dragged her in, and shut the door.
Something metallic and shiny touched her temple, a voice muffled by a black mask whispered: "There's only enough room for one group in this town." The bang was muffled by the silencer on the gun, and even before the echoes of the bang had died away, the car was already driving on.
Jess was the Serial Killer.
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Day Two has begun
You have 24 hours.
You have 24 hours.
Such a shocker 
I knew it. Have fun you all.
In RL I prob would have climbed out the window...and fallen to my death
I knew it. Have fun you all.
In RL I prob would have climbed out the window...and fallen to my death
I think I'm gonna vote for.......................Jesse.
I forgot to tip the Japanese Escorts and pay for the Champagne...
I seriously want to vote for either Sabriel or Jesse... If I have to pick between the two at the moment, I would go for Sabriel.
I seriously want to vote for either Sabriel or Jesse... If I have to pick between the two at the moment, I would go for Sabriel.
Mind sharing said "evidence" with the rest of the class?
He's posted a total of three times. Said that sniffing out the SK or the Mafia is hard. SK ends up dead. Is that what you're basing this on?
My head hurts like a motherfucking bitch at the moment, so I can't be asked to go back and look for "clues" or "evidence".
My head hurts like a motherfucking bitch at the moment, so I can't be asked to go back and look for "clues" or "evidence".
Only those with a guilty mind are quick to point to finger at others with no real hard evidence and a 50% assurance. You sure were quick to pounce...
Therefore, because of her quick assumptions, I vote Sabriel.
Only someone filled with euphoria of having ousted the SK so early would make a vote based on what they call evidence when they're only 50% sure.
There's no evidence to suggest who could have taken out the SK at this point. It's mere speculation from someone who clearly has something playing on their mind.
Therefore, because of her quick assumptions, I vote Sabriel.
Only someone filled with euphoria of having ousted the SK so early would make a vote based on what they call evidence when they're only 50% sure.
There's no evidence to suggest who could have taken out the SK at this point. It's mere speculation from someone who clearly has something playing on their mind.
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I'm going to go with Sabriel.
Subeinu
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What Vikki said is exactly what I thought of myself.
I'm going with Sabriel.
I'm going with Sabriel.
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