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Pastel the Townie is dead.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

Salsa made loud angry sounds from the face mouth, did a paradox break or something?

Ochitsukanai

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Pastel the Townie is dead.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

rokulily

Salsa
YOU FOOLS!

Do you realize what you have DONE?!?

no. sorry. still a bit confused. muffin?

Yes, thank you.

*takes bite*

mmmm
Banana nut bread.

This is all I got.

Victory is mine!


…


meh

Niccea

behold the mafia legacy.

Niccea
This is all I got.

yeah, yeah that seems about right… i should bake some oatmeal butterscotch cookies now…

OMG THAT WOULD BE DELICIOUS!

seventy2
OMG THAT WOULD BE DELICIOUS!

Night 5 - The Final Narration:

Tonight the town was eerily quiet. It was not unlike the quietness that ruled that fateful night when the mayor died but the mood was completely different. There was no tranquility in this stillness, only tension. The town hall was gone, the shopping district was a mess, the dead lay scattered across the town. Indeed, the mafia had caused great harm to this town. So where were those who are still alive? Why does the town feel so deserted?

…

“Help me out with these cables” called salsa down to 1337 master.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” asked Mettaur confused.
“Look it's like this is rocket… never mind, hand.” sighed salsa and pointed out to him the sexy pin up calender, which now had gained Mettaur's full attention.
Kitty and rokulily disconnected the fuel pipe, once the rocket was done refueling and prepared to climb up the silo.
This was actually quite a clever idea. The mafia was monitoring all the exits out of town, thus denying anyone the chance to escape, so Salsa came up with this plan to use his personal rocket to get out of here.

“All right, then! Time to prepare for launch.” announced Salsa as he closed the last hatch, satisfied with the calibration. “-If all goes well, we should land safely near the east coast, after a beautiful sightseeing trip”.
“Sounds nice. Mind if I tag along?” asked Niccea, wielding a knife in her hand.
“Gah! What's with you guys, sneaking behind people?” shouted salsa startled, as he narrowly dodged her attack.
Niccea ignored him and tried attacking again but Salsa grabbed on to one of the support cables and flung himself over the guardrail, swinging to the opposite walkway.
“Get your asses up here!” shouted salsa down to the girls who were busy fending off seventy2, who was climbing the stairs behind them.
“It'll be a cold day in hell before I'll let one of you get close to me again.” shouted kitty furiously as she kicked towards seventy2.
“I don't have time to chase after you guys” grunted seventy and flung his knife into Rokulily's back.
Watching Roku fall to the ground caused Kitty to panic and run for her life. With a satisfied smirk the hitman picked up his knife again and walked down the stairs again.
1337 master punched the launch button which started the countdown for the launch.
“T minus 60 seconds” announced the monitor and disconnected the support cables.
“Hurry up!” shouted salsa as he climbed in the hatch with kitty close behind.
“T minus 50 seconds”
“Oh boy. October is even hotter then July” murmured Mettaur oblivious about his surroundings as Niccea approached him from behind.
“Sigh… Salsa was right. We're too much into this whole ‘coming from behind’ gimmick” said Niccea as she wiped the blood from behind.
“T minus 40 seconds”
Salsa closed the hatch once kitty was inside and secured it against mafia infiltration. “strap yourself in” he ordered kitty before crawling into the cockpit.
“T minus 30 seconds”
“Good job distracting salsa.” said seventy2 as him and Niccea stormed to the hangar door.
“I take it that you succeed in your part of the job?”
“Yeah, I had to scare off the girls first so they wouldn't see what I was doing first.”
“Wonderful, let's keep talking about this once we're out of blast radius”
“T minus 20 seconds”
salsa strapped himself in the pilot chair and got himself ready for the launch. He gave himself a second to look at the stars, once the roof had completely opened.
“Well, this is the point of no return.”
“T minus 10 seconds”
“Disengage the locking clamps.” ordered salsa to 1337 master.
“… I can't! It's jammed for some reason!”
“What!?”
“3”
“2”
“1”

The rocket engaged, filling the silo with fire which spewed out the opening at the top. For a brief moment the building took on appearance of a gargantuan torch until the fuel inside the trapped rocket was ignited by the heat. The whole city block was consumed in hellfire. The two hitman barely made out of there as they tapped at their overheated backsides.
“Wonderful job, my subjects.” replied Anthony most pleased. “-I couldn't have asked for better minions.”
“Still would have been better to allow the serial killer to live. We could have used the extra hand.” grumbled Niccea.
“Nonsense! I had full competence in you.” said Anthony before looking over at the incinerated city block. He glances over at the destroyed town center and the adjacent shopping street.
“-Hmm… I guess we won't get top grade for finesse, though.”

And so ends the violent chapter that was the Anarchy of Townston. The mafia got their revenge and gained the control of the desolate and damaged streets. It would take a while for them to fix everything up, but at least there was nobody left to oppose them.

The end.

Mettaur the paramedic,
I Am The 1337 Master the Townie,
Salsa the Townie,
kitty17 the Townie,
and rokulily the Townie
are all dead.

Niccea the Hitman
Seventy2 the Hitman
and Anthony Mercer the Godfather are triumphant.

Game Over!

stupid mechanical failures…

Alright Who left the wrench to where they could get to it?

Oh and sorry for suspecting you 1337.

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kitty17 the Townie

When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

man, she was the only one in the list who wasn't seemingly out to lynch me. would have been more fitting if it were plural >_<

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and Anthony Mercer the Godfather

Aw, he's always such a cordial little chap. Who can begrudge it to him?

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kitty17 the Townie is dead.

i….i was on a winning team, and i lived?

this is a first…

seventy2
i….i was on a winning team, and i lived?

this is a first…

-Pat's on back-

…

Incidentally, since people seem to be at an agreement to take a break from the game, I will be postponing the next GM election for the next couple of weeks.

For those who are interested in playing again, check back on the third week off august when those who wish to GM the next game can send in their finely polished concepts.

And I hope you guys did enjoy this game to a certain degree.

Yay! I can change my avatar!

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Mettaur the paramedic,
Niccea the Hitman

Shoulda known.

Salsa
Oh and sorry for suspecting you 1337.

Well I did leave the wrench there so it kinda…


I…I was on a losing team and I died?

As expected…

Be warned, a helicoptor is going to land in the city of townston soon, packed with a few survivors, straight from hell. Gentlemen, and ladies, I bring you the willamette mall survivors!

In translation from fancy nerd talk, some dudes I made friends with over on a dead rising site, coming over here for a game. Sweet game too, dead rising. Can't wait for fortune city!

Even more translated, so no listen to Mettaur fan talk:
Friends coming over from other site, to play mafia games.

Alert these friends of the break.

Oh, damn, didn't expect that..well, we'll still be running Mafia Games over there I guess. If anyone is interested.

Aaah yes. Feels good to be on the winning team!

Well. I'm sad to say that I will not be running for GM for a while. I work from 10AM on Saturday to 4AM on Sunday this Fall.

Yes you read that right, I am working 18 hours straight, on Saturdays, during football season.

Oh and did I mention the store is within spitting distance of Bryant-Denny Stadium?

Yeah, I'm gonna be in a straight-jacket when this is over.

pastel

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In a shady office, hidden is thick cloud of cigarette smoke, a rather posh looking individual looked through the personal files of one of the villagers.

Posh?

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and Anthony Mercer the Godfather are triumphant.

So called it.

I Am The 1337 Master
Alert these friends of the break.

That's right. We're taking a two week break now. In the third week of august, I will be posting a new GM election thread and the next cycle will begin anew.

Should give you plenty of time to finish the game that you're running off site.

P.S. I hope the drama didn't make this game a poor experience for some of you.

Sorry I haven't been on lately - I won't be getting my internet connection back until September (I'm using a phone to post this.)

I'm glad we won, and the bit I couldn't believe I got away with was accusing jninjashadow - the obvious flaw in my reasoning is that, if ninja was the godfather, his protection would be revealed by the fact that he didn't die! That's the only reason I didn't join in.

When…


When will the new game start?


When…


When will it start?


Crap…


Bored…


Tah-dah!

I Am The 1337 Master
When…


When will the new game start?


When…


When will it start?


Crap…


Bored…


Tah-dah!

I don't know.
If only PP had posted saying when the next game was starting.

Unfortunately I've looked at the last two posts and didn't see him post. What a shame.

I haven't seen him posting since the last game ended.

I said couple of weeks so I'll be posting the GM election thread pretty soon. The goal was to start it before the last week of the month, so that the next game should be ready to start before September but I've heard that you guys are aching to go again so I'll kickstart it now.

Edit: Here you go.

^I'm freaking psychic or something.