Oh lol, emily.


And again I assure you I am not mafia. Neither blood nor crip. And I didn't kill TFGM.

harkovast
randomdudeperson alright! I fixed it! happy now?
But tell me this! Who is the real villain here?
The gang member who wants to murder everyone and take over the town….or the grammar nazi? The spelling facist? The totalitarian typist?

Who is the real monster here?

Grammer nazi

kitty17
Oh lol, emily.


And again I assure you I am not mafia. Neither blood nor crip. And I didn't kill TFGM.

This time. I know what you did that one game O.<

therealtj
Hey! No one even thought about telling me we started? D:<

We can all see your “clever” ploy to make yourself look innocent… XD

Randomdudeperson
It could also be Anthony Mercer. It appears to be a two part strategy. There are two stick figures in his avatar. That seems a bit of a long shot though.

Long shot? I can't even see the end of it from here!

Kitty17, why did my good friend TFGM deserve to die?
He was a loyal blood that I loved like a brother!
You are ruthless in your murder!

Am I still in this game?

Ooooh weird! The gangs saved me! I wonder why? After all, I am just an innocent immigrant.

Anthony Mercer

therealtj
Hey! No one even thought about telling me we started? D:<

We can all see your “clever” ploy to make yourself look innocent… XD

uhhh… actually… I forgot to add him on the sign up thread. I have randomised his role though, so he could be anyone!

*cough* hark'saliar */cough*

Oooh salsa! My minions will make you pay for such arrogance come night fall….Er…I mean how could you accuse me when I am so obviously innocent? Yeah, thats what I meant!

harkovast
Oooh salsa! My minions will make you pay for such arrogance come night fall….Er…I mean how could you accuse me when I am so obviously innocent? Yeah, thats what I meant!

Your minions… in the Crips? YES, I SAID IT!

Now all we need is his Blood-allegiance-fuelled outrage to make him unintenionally confess! Unless he can read tiny text the same way everyone else does. But I don't see that happening. XD

boom.
that is the sound of Hark going on a rampage in england after it reaches the SE USA.

I've just received word that three gang members voted Hark during the open election.

That means everyone who voted for Hark is a gang member, including Hark himself. Whether they're in the same gang or not is still in question though.

That is:

harkovast
Gullas
Randomdudeperson

A rampage in England is having afternoon tea WITHOUT Biscuits… I say!!

Salsa
boom.
that is the sound of Hark going on a rampage in england after it reaches the SE USA.

Aghammer I am flinging my crumpet in disgust!

Aghammer
A rampage in England is having afternoon tea WITHOUT Biscuits… I say!!

Salsa
boom.
that is the sound of Hark going on a rampage in england after it reaches the SE USA.

Every time I hear or read “tea and biscuits” I think breakfast.

Salsa- No doubt with a large helping of grits and beans, and possibly some hog chitlins?

harkovast
Salsa- No doubt with a large helping of grits and beans, and possibly some hog chitlins?

Salsa's not from Louisiana!

AL … LA Very similar man.

Hakoshen

harkovast
Salsa- No doubt with a large helping of grits and beans, and possibly some hog chitlins?

Salsa's not from Louisiana!

Aghammer
AL … LA Very similar man.

Hakoshen

harkovast
Salsa- No doubt with a large helping of grits and beans, and possibly some hog chitlins?

Salsa's not from Louisiana!

True but people in Alabama just wish they were us.

Hakoshen

Aghammer
AL … LA Very similar man.

Hakoshen

harkovast
Salsa- No doubt with a large helping of grits and beans, and possibly some hog chitlins?

Salsa's not from Louisiana!

True but people in Alabama just wish they were us.

Is this some sort of rivalry, similar to New York vs New Jersey, where people from New Jersey say that they live in New York while New Yorkers say that they don't?

Look, I cant understand all this confusion- there are only two types of Americans!

Type 1- New Yorker.
This type shouts a lot, often refering to things in terms of their ass (such as “move your ass”, “I better watch my ass” etc.) They use yellow taxis to get around and enjoy leaning out of the window and shouting at people they consider to be “wise guys”. They all own pistols, with whcih they shoot each other. They live in apartments with outrageously high rent. This type have very high blood preassure. They live on bagels and hot dogs, and drink coffee from star bucks. They dress in suits and chain smoke cigarettes.

Type 2- Hill Billie
This type is laid back but racist and fearful of modern technology. They travel around in beaten up pick up trucks and enjoy fitting the trucks with gun racks and allowing large dogs to ride with them (either in the cabin or on the back bit) They live in wooden shacks and all own shotguns. They live on hog chitlins, grits and beans, and drink moonshine from a jug. They start all sentances with a “Ah recon”. They dress in dungerees, with eithera straw hat or baseball cap. They chew tabacco and spit it out a lot.

Name any American, they all fit into one of these two types.
FACT!

kitty17
I've just received word that three gang members voted Hark during the open election.

That means everyone who voted for Hark is a gang member, including Hark himself. Whether they're in the same gang or not is still in question though.

That is:

harkovast
Gullas
Randomdudeperson

Wow. Brilliant strategy.

I sense carnage 0.-

harkovast
on the back bit

The truck bed.


Also I never knew the detective could look at the election poll. Thats quite cheap.

Well, voting is closed now but I already have the anrrations finished… so do you want me to post them now?

…there was voting?

well, no, night actions. I meant to say night actions.

ParkerFarker
so do you want me to post them now?

I'd very much appreciate that since it's 1 am where I live. ^^'

kitty17
…there was voting?

There is always voting. But it is only done by the secret council of mafia. You'd know all this if you GMed a game ;3

Night 2 Narrations:

A Crip gang member tried to attack someone, but he was protected.

Later on, that protected man, a police officer, was doing recon on Gullas, a possible gang member. This police officer knew what gang members where capable of, so he silently made his way around the house. The only sounds he could hear coming from inside were those of the television. “No talking, so Gullas mustn’t have any fellow gang members over” thought the Police Officer. He gained a little more confidence, and moved to one of the outside windows. He silently opened it and climbed in. He checked his pistol, and made his way to where the TV is. As he was walking down the hallway into the living room, Gullas came in full view with a glass of lemonade. The glass smashed as Gullas dropped it on the floor. He turned around but before he could even get close to his weapon, *BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*, The Police Officer unloaded his full clip on him. He stood for moment and a smile crossed his face. He quickly pulled his police pad out of his pocket, wrote something on a page, and left it on Gullas’s body. It read: “Payback’s a Bitch”

Gullas, the Gang Member of the Crips, has died


Salsa had tracked down his target. Right now he was waiting outside his house. His 40mm Vulcan, too big to carry, was sitting on the back of his red truck. The belt of bullets was sitting next to Salsa, as cold as his victim would be when Salsa took his life away.

Meanwhile, a man was toiling around in his basement with three friends. They were playing GTA and having a few drinks.

Salsa continued to wait for his victim to come into view from one of the windows. It started raining on him which got him angry, so he picked up his heavy Vulcan and silently moved towards the house.

At that same moment, one of the friends playing GTA went upstairs to use the toilet.

Salsa saw the man come up from the basement. *TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF* Salsa’s Vulcan lit up the night sky. The man was cut to pieces from all the bullets that passed through him.

Downstairs, the other men, startled, took out their Uzis and ran up to where the bullets came from. There was no time to put on their blue bandanas. *TF TF TF TF TF TF TF* the second one got hit, but it was not Salsa’s target. Salsa’s target hesitated with his other buddy on the staircase. He ran to the basement window while his friend pointed his measly Uzi at the door to the first floor. Salsa moved over to it. The door was open, and although the man’s Uzi was nothing compared to his Vulcan, he could still be killed by said Uzi. So he was hesitant to move in for the kill.

Outside, Salsa’s target had escaped from the small window and was moving around to the back window. He got in and took his two m16s. They were fully loaded.

Inside, Salsa decided his course of action. He took his Vulcan, and pointed it at the wall beside him. *TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF TF* the bullets cut through the plaster walls and killed everything on the staircase. The third one got hit. But the fourth, Salsa’s target, was smarter than those three goons. He had climbed upstairs and was waiting for Salsa to go and check the basement.

He heard Salsa going down the newly wrecked stairs. He made his move. Silently, he moved in front of the door to the basement. He could see Salsa, almost at the bottom of the stairs, and wasted no time in opening up with his m16s. Bullets ran through Salsa and blood poured out of him.

When the life had fully drained from Salsa, the fourth man laughed out loud. This elaborate attempt to kill him had only killed some worthless goons. The man wasn’t even that fond of them to start off with.

Salsa, the a Gang Member of the Bloods, has died.

Elsewhere, the Police Officer from before, Product Placement, was walking home from killing Gullas. He was still thinking about his success from before, and didn’t even think about the chance of a gang member finding him. But that’s just what happened. And it wasn’t one gang member, it was a full gang. Product Placement knew he couldn’t win, so he dropped his Magnum. All the goons were pointing their various weapons at him. But the one in the middle spoke: “Ha ha ha ha haa, I see we have lonely police officer here. And without his weapon now. This shall be easy, eh men? All of these bullets, my bullets will go through you, Mr. Police Officer. For I refuse to let some worthless cop live on my turf. Good bye.” *BLAM BLAM RAT TAT TAT BLAM TF TF TF TF TF BANG* all of the guns opened up on him. Product Placement lay on the ground, blood seeping from every wound, and died.

Product Placement, the Police Officer, has died.

A bomb was planted on someone.

Killerbob was having some drinks at the local pub when it happened. The bullets ripped through everything around him. He got shot twice; once in the leg, and once in his stomach. Bob wasn’t going to survive this, even if the paramedics could save him, his stomach wound would slowly, but surely, kill him. So he called out to the man that killed him: “Hey MOTHERF****R! Come back and finish me you coward!” So the man came over to Bob, and looked at him, crawling around in his blood. “Those are some bad food habits there, Bob, you should stop eating such fatty foods” said the man, in reference to Bob’s plate. *BLAM* the man shot Bob, right between the eyes.

Killerbob, an immigrant, has died

You fraking have to be kidding me! I got attacked twice?

As far as I'm concerned, I was the person who was being protected that night so that's my only conclusion on the matter.