That why I have a spare. Yes, I haev a spare everything, even a spare spare. And a spare spare for the spare, and- no one is listening now…T-T

Night 4 Narration:

Two villagers were holed up inside an undamaged building, keeping quiet for the night. They were hoping that what has transpired today was enough to scare the mafia from striking tonight but they had a nasty suspicion that there would be no such luck for them.

“So what should we do if they come for us?” asked the stressed villager, looking at the barricaded door.
“Don't know.” said the other villager. “-We can only hope that the town comes to its senses and stands united.”
“But it's hopeless, isn't it?”
“It's hopeless the moment you start thinking it is! Now pull yourself together. We're not a lost cause yet.”
“Yes you are.” said a mocking voice as a confident looking shade stared at them from the basement door. “-you really should get a better lock for that back door, btw.”

The two villagers shrieked as they ran into the kitchen, where a hitman was waiting for them.
“Oh wow! How did I get here? This is certainly random.” said the hitman and pulled up his knife as the other hitman cornered them by the kitchen door.

Kitty17 and Pastel are lying dying in the kitchen floor.

Night 4 is over.

Day 5 has begun.

crocty

Hakoshen
I was glad when Kamina died.

Are you trying to start an entire new argument?

D8<

Not really. I just thought the character was pretentious… and deserved to die. Sure, nothing in the show would have happened without him being such a douche, but I dunno. His death was an awesome scene. It was, sadly, the turning point for the series however, and it all went to crap from there.

Dying together…how romantic.

Okay I'm going to ignore Hakoshen's last post before I have a fanboy hissyfit. <.<

Also I made an apology for WHAT I HAVE DONE

kitty17
Dying together…how romantic.

Modern Shakespearean tragedy :(

Why must they always hurt our precious few women? The fiends! So few, I need more photos in order to become head photographer for my magazine! Er, I mean, it's sad that they are dying…

I have a title for Mett, The Perv.

The young perv maybe.

crocty

nice.
either this relates to something else or you made it in preperation as the sign date is 1/8/10.

revive onnnnnnne

I Am The 1337 Master
The young perv maybe.

crocty

nice.
either this relates to something else or you made it in preperation as the sign date is 1/8/10.

I should put some of these in the office. See if any of them ever get used.

Actually…the break was planned a while ago.

Oh? It was?

Okay, sweet, then you can tick that box that says “I feel blameless” then!

So.
We're doomed, and crocty is forgiven.

Mocking, confident, shade, you should get a better lock, kitchen, random, cornered.

I don't get it.

Votes?

I just sent something in.

Was it a package?

I suspect 1337 is one of the killers

this is random=>pwnd randomness

Evidence

you poor people.

I am then the perv! And Mafia Games you said something is wrong here, I started it somewhere else too, can someone see what the difference is then?

seventy2
you poor people.

we are mister random hitman, aren't we?

also, hi. sorry for disappearing.

Can I has cookie?

Salsa
this is random=>pwnd randomness

would be an easy to catch clue, would it not?

Day 5 Narration:

“Of course it's 1337 master you blistering fool!” said Salsa full throated.
“Nonsense! Kroatz is clearly guilty! Just look at his guilty guiltyness!” proclaimed mettaur and pointed at Kroatz sobbing in the corner.
“None of you guys love me.”
“The evidence clearly point at you, 1337!” argued seventy2.
“How dare you point fingers at me!” complained 1337 master, aggravated.

The foursome argued with full throated force and it was quite clear that neither side was gonna back down. This was not looking out to be a pretty conclusion.

“Sorry I'm late guys” said Rokulily, running into a group with a tray of muffins. “The last batch took forever to b- oh wow. You guys sure made a mess of this town.”
“You've been baking this whole time?” asked the villagers dumbfounded.
“Yes of course. These hybrid soufflé muffins weren't gonna bake themselves. They were extra delegate in production, so I had to be very careful. Anyways, what are you talking about?”
“Lynching 1337 master/Kroats” said the villagers again in unison.
“Oh right. Kroatz is probably guilty.” replied rokulily.

It was hard to argue with someone with a delicious tray of muffins so it was decided that Kroatz would end hanging tonight.

Kroatz the Townie is dead.

Later today, the paramedic peaked into a house with a broken down backdoor.
“It would be inhumane to let someone as pretty as you die.” he said as he dragged on of the wounded villagers out of the building, to his clinic. “-darn shame I don't have time for both.”

Kitty has been revived.

Pastel the Townie is dead.

Day 5 is over.

Night 5 has begun.

Product Placement
Pastel the Townie is dead.

Honestly this really bums me out.

Product Placement
Kitty has been revived.

Wut.

YOU FOOLS!

Do you realize what you have DONE?!?

Salsa
YOU FOOLS!

Do you realize what you have DONE?!?

no. sorry. still a bit confused. muffin?

rokulily
no. sorry. still a bit confused. muffin?

You and I killed Kroatz.
(oh yeah-mett was in there too)


Our townies and voting commitee suck.


And I suppose some evidence points to me which I will neither decline or admit that I did any of it.