Narration!

“All right. So what did I miss?” asked 1337 master at the next town rally.
“We're trying to figure out who's evil.” said Salsa, as he discussed things over with the other villagers.
“Well that's easy.” stated 1337 confidently “Random has been at my case since the beginning. You can't get any more evil then that!”
“That's not true!” shouted Random, hiding a ‘String up 1337 Master’ sign, behind him.
“Then how do you explain… This!?” said Anthony with a confronting tone, showing everyone Random's autobiography, titled ‘I don’t like 1337; that annoying tool - My self confessing story of plotting his downfall'
“How dare you go after our most beloved villager, like that?” shouted shirkesama angrily “Can't you see that he won the ‘Most Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence’ award?”
“Yeah! Do you have any idea how deep I had to dig to get that!?” complained 1337, flaunting his mud covered medal.
“Well, I've heard enough. Get him!” shouted crocty, and pointed with his accusing finger.
“HEY! That's my thing!” yelled Harkovast.

“Wait!” screamed Random before he was swarmed by the town. “Don't I get a right to a last meal?”
“Well, it's not like we're doing a civilized execution but what are you thinking about?” asked Salsa annoyed.
Random thought about it for a moment: “Well… if I'm going to die anyways, then I would really like to get a ranch BLT grilled sandwich; hold the tomatoes. Add BBQ sauce, red onions and some swiss cheese. Give me a large shamrock shake and a large order of french fries to go with. It's pretty messy so I'd like an angus pouch with it.”
“That's a McDonalds meal, isn't it?” asked Ayesinback, surprised.
“Why, yes. It was my favorite before everything was closed down.”
“Oh, fine. If there's one good thing about fast food, then it's how speedy the delivery is.” said Salsa and shrugged his shoulders.

And so as the town watched the accused gulf down his final meal, many couldn't help themselves envying him a little bit, while hiding their true feelings behind a face of disdain. Perhaps it was jealousy that fueled their rage as they had their way with him, once random was done with his meal.

Randomdudeperson, the vegetarian, never did like his all cauliflower diet.

Day 4 is over.

Night 4 has begun.

Salsa

Product Placement
Why do people always send in requests, 10 minutes before narration is due?

I was already done writing it! :/

That's Why send in my requests on the first night.

Knowing how extensively huge you make your requests, if you'd dare pull a stunt like sending something like that, just as I'm applying my finishing touches on my narration, I would hunt you down and murder you.

Do you mind if I help you Mr. Television Commercial?

Product Placement

Salsa

Product Placement
Why do people always send in requests, 10 minutes before narration is due?

I was already done writing it! :/

That's Why send in my requests on the first night.

Knowing how extensively huge you make your requests, if you'd dare pull a stunt like sending something like that, just as I'm applying my finishing touches on my narration, I would hunt you down and murder you.

While Roku was stealing my hat no doubt…


hold on I gotta go draw that.

One greasy ballot.
One of these people are mafia.
Im lazy. You do the rest of the work.

I Am The 1337 Master
Salsa
shirkersama
crocty
Anthony Mercer
ayesinback

I know it's going to seem like I'm just accusing him because he accused me, but I think Crocty is Ronald. There have been several uses of the word “surly” in the Ronald narrations. In Crocty's profile he says things like

Someone
But I may want to talk to you.
Maybe.
It's best to just pretened I don't and leave it at that

.
and

Someone
I'm one of those whiny annoying tossers who thinks everyone but them on the planet is a complete moron and is correct about it

His avatar also looks quite threatening and unfriendly.

shirkersama
I know it's going to seem like I'm just accusing him because he accused me, but I think Crocty is Ronald. There have been several uses of the word “surly” in the Ronald narrations. In Crocty's profile he says things like

Someone
But I may want to talk to you.
Maybe.
It's best to just pretened I don't and leave it at that

.
and

Someone
I'm one of those whiny annoying tossers who thinks everyone but them on the planet is a complete moron and is correct about it

His avatar also looks quite threatening and unfriendly.

Pretty sure the surly thing is just to tell you it's that henchman.

Of course if it is a clue, you could say he's a Beast, or a God among men who should be worshipped as such.

Like your avatar and profile.
I wanted that to sound like a clever accusation, but people not knowing what I mean wouldn't get it. Hmph.

Ahhhhhh greasy ballot…so if Shirkersama is the Don, would that even register, with the Don's hiding powers?
I'll check out the other two to see if they match other clues.

I don't know who the vet is.

I know who the paramedic, the detective, and vig are.

lets hope I don't hit the vet or a townie.

Wait Shirkersama got me all confused by mentioning the Don and I started to think I had accused him of being the Don. Bluh.

Okay yes, if Shirkersama is Caesar like I believe he is, the greasy ballet would make sense.
This is what happens when I only get 5 hours sleep. Stupid Mafia keeping me up so late.

crocty
greasy ballet

*shudder*… Ronald McDonald in a tutu…

Tomorrow-is-my-day-day-off,and-i-was-going-to-spend-it-actually-trying-to-figure-out-clues.What-cruel-irony-lol.

Wish-i-was-the-don-though,-id-be-sending-messages-every-night-rofl!

*grumblesnight-timeandImafriggintowniewhocantdothingsgrumblemumble*

Randomdudeperson
Wish-i-was-the-don-though,-id-be-sending-messages-every-night-rofl!

Seriously, I am just too cool to kill.
I'm the king of the vegetarians, master of body guarding and all round sexy furry pusher.

*struts his funky stuff on the disco dance floor*

Damn the pod cast just said this game has been going for 2 years….now I feel old.

harkovast
Damn the pod cast just said this game has been going for 2 years….now I feel old.

How does that make you feel old?
I love how people keep saying things make them feel old.
All these young'uns round DD makes me feel old.

A Reaver

Randomdudeperson
Wish-i-was-the-don-though,-id-be-sending-messages-every-night-rofl!

I love how everyone's faces have been blocked, with the exception of the guy with the pillows.

Just wanted to give you guys the heads up that there's a pretty good chance that I'm going to be late with the narration tonight. I'm still at school and will be spending the rest of the day there, followed by a training session that doesn't finished until just after 11, my time. After that I still have to get home and settle down before I can start writing up the narration.

Edit:

Working on the narration, as we speak.

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Edit:

Working on the narration, as we speak.

why does this fill me with dread?

Everyone should change their night actions to piss PP off.
:D

I can't make an action so how about you change your actions…


RONALD!!!

The only thing I don't like about surviving this far in the game is that I have to not be an imbecile and waste my actions.

And it sucks even more when I'm mafia and they're coming to get me.

O-O

And SAME accused me.

ME?! …he obviously missed the thing that proved me innocent.

Innocent to the mafia that is.

Narration!

“Run, run as fast as you can; You can't catch me, for I'm the Ginger Man.” sang 1337 as he pranced down the street
“-I've run away from a little old Colonel,
a little lynch mob,
and I can run away from you, I can!”
“That's probably the stupidest taunt I've ever heard.” called Caesar out as he came panting behind him. “-Your hair isn't even red, for christ sake!”
“You know, you wouldn't be having such a hard time catching me, if you weren't so fat and out of shape.” mocked the 1337 master. “Maybe if you had stuck with carrots…”
“Ugh. This is exactly the reason why we're killing you guys!” groaned Caesar, all annoyed now. “-We're sick of all of this ‘high and mighty - oh so better then you’ attitude as you attempt to force feed us some tofu bean paste, as if it were some sort of super food of justice.”
1337 was now content on ignoring the complaints of the exhausted criminal and proceeded to outrun him.
It didn't take too long for him to loose sight of him, resulting in very smug looking individual.
“These bozos couldn't catch a paraplegic, stuck in a snowbank” shrieked 1337 to himself “-And here I thought I should be worried about-”
-The smear on the road had not much else to say, after the car was done with him.
“There's more then one way to win a race.” said Caesar through his grin.

Why did I am the 1337 master, the vegetarian cross the road?

Elsewhere, a nigh invincible man was flaunting his unkillability by staring at a barrel of a gun.
“Yes! That's right! I'm not afraid of you!” said Hark, mocking the gun that was pointing at him.
He quickly got bored of this though and decided to walk away from the display window of the gun store. None the less, he maintain his confidence that nothing could possibly stop him. That is of course, until someone decided to stop him.
“What's this?” asked Hark, as the surly man handed him a box.
“Eat it!” was the reply.
Harkovast was quick to put up a skeptical face, since he wasn't exactly the type who'd put everything that was handed to him in his mouth. If he did, he'd be doing movies, he would not be particularly proud to talk about. However, he was quick to change his mood when he discovered the contents.
“Oh boy!” he said, picking up the tightly wrapped, fragrant burger. “-I've been craving something like this, ever since I had to endure Random pigging out in front of me.”
“Well… then… I suppose that's that.” said the surly man and preceded to turn away.
“Oh! Wait! No! I can't eat this” complained Hark “-It's got onions.”
The surly man sighed and turned to pull his trigger. “My boss is going to hate me for taking out a cat.”

Harkovast the Aid was a picky eater.

A deafening scream could be heard from one house, when it's owner discovered the man in his fridge.
“A man can't live on bread alone.” said the deep voiced narrator. “That's why the only way to properly enjoy freshly baked buns is if it's packed with layers upon layers of vegetables and tofu patties. Give the Double Decker Veggie Delight a try; today!”

Another villager received a burger.

The greatest sport's hero that has ever existed was perplexed by his inability to find his target tonight. So devastated was he by his failure that he decided to walk on his hands all the way home.

And yet again, the same poor sucker was picked for an all night training of PAIN!
“Please!” whined the villager. “-I got to sleep sometime!” he begged.
“How dare you think of sleep!” yelled the trainer “That's another 100 push ups, for you!”

Night 4 is over.

Day 5 has begun.

*is dead now.*

Lynch Ayes, she's Ron the don!

harkovast
*is dead now.*

Join the club, we had jackets. Now we stick with robes woven by the pain and horror of Townston. Yeah, Townston's Hades is messed up like that.

At least he died with dignity, of loving burgers.

And I thought 1337's kill was really funny, ha! Great writing Product!

Mettaur
And I thought 1337's kill was really funny, ha! Great writing Product!

Thanks. I got a complaint about making my narrations too short, the other day, so I was trying to step up my game.

Salsa
Lynch Ayes, she's Ron the don!

Whoah seriously?
That's been a bit hush-hush.

I suppose there's no news on my Shirkersama thing?

Salsa
Lynch Ayes, she's Ron the don!

Work that out all by yourself did you?

A Reaver

Salsa
Lynch Ayes, she's Ron the don!

Work that out all by yourself did you?

meh

Although truth be told, I guess I’m sorta flattered that anyone might think I’m such a mastermind, I have to point out that for one with the “most common sense”, I’d say Townston is doomed with Salsa leading the way.

Seriously, Salsa didn’t take advice about eliminating player 12, did he? Oh no, because he knew better.

And he voted to have both BffSatan and Randomdudeperson lynched because he knew better.

And IF he is actually the vigilante, he’s nailed ONLY one mafia because, you know, Salsa knows what’s what.

And now I'm his target. Well, look at the track record.

As uncommon as this is, I Am The 1337 Master (may he rest in peace) had better sense: He was right about Jack

I Am The 1337 Master
JACK IS METT…Probably. . . .

He was right about BFF

I Am The 1337 Master
We do realize that BFF isn't mafia, right?

And I think he’s right about Salsa

I Am The 1337 Master

Salsa
Also, Go after BFF I'll get 1337 myself.

KILL ME!!!

And I can't believe I sent you my suspicions.

We are so over salsa…

Oh, and deja vu: not the first time Salsa's been a mafia pardoner. Enough's enough, I'm lynching Salsa.

A: I was suckered by Ochi, poor excuse, I know.

B: I didn't go after 1337 after mett turned out to be Jack.

C: I targeted YOU, ayes, last night.

Don't worry I'll keep the plasma cannon warm, just. for. you.


(Pic to come later)

Salsa
A: I was suckered by Ochi, poor excuse, I know.

B: I didn't go after 1337 after mett turned out to be Jack.

C: I targeted YOU, ayes, last night.

I think she's saying you're mafia, thus C could be explained as “I made no night hit last night but will pretend I attacked you.”

And I guess that's a possibility.

…