We made it to 21 pages of comments everyone! Awesome!
Where is that damn pie? Zombies everywhere, no one you can trust…ugh, oh no, reverting, into Kombat Kub form! Uuuagh! *Arises from crater, tail twitches* Hehe, they all want me out, they can't get me! Oh no, no they won't! I know a zombie when I see's them, yes I do!
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Mafia XXVII: The Infection of Townston
Narration Day 4
The sun was high that after noon. The town stood around poor 1337 who was tied in chains. Mayor Rokulily stood before him with a simple proclamation "You are here by accused of being a zombie. For the good of the town, you will be shot, burned, chopped into little pieces and finally buried in concrete so that you can't spread your disease. How do you plead?" 1337 stared at the town, "Really? Is there an answer that I can give that won't have you call me a zombie?" Rokulily thought for a moment. "I suppose not. Alright, let's get this started" she walked up to 1337 and whispered to him "I got them to kill YOU this time!" She smiled as she walked back and got ready. "3, 2, wooooo-" She was cut off mid sentence by someone shouting. The town turned as Maru ran forward, her pardoner sash blowing in the breeze. She walked up before 1337 and stooped over to catch her breath. Between pants she breathed "I… Pardon… him…" Rokulily looked disappointed. So did the town (with the obvious exception of 1337 himself).
[spoiler]Lynch pardoned[/spoiler]
The town went home, no blood to satisfy them… yet.
Begin night 5! Here is some inspiration:
I fully support Maru now who probably only pardoned me to make me look guilty and she is more than likely the Case 0. But I still support her.
Forgot to vote last night.
And you all ignore me!!!
And that was hilarious jninja.
And HA! YOU CAN'T KILL ME ROKUILY!!!
MUWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Wakes up at Night) Hua? Why am I in the Loot & Hooch? Holding a hunting rifle? And why am I standing ontop of a pile of both human and zombie corpses? And there are people that look like veterans at teh bar? Uh, I needs a pie. *walks outside* Hey, you there! Do you know if Rokulily's place serves pie at night?
Weak-Ankled Person: Ah! Please, no hurt me! *Starts to run, arm breaks randomly* Ah god why does this always happen?!?!
Ooookay, I guess that makes two of us who need to see a doctor…
I've been gone for a while what I miss? Did zombies win yet?
No, but more of us have died than them. And the only lynch that worked resulted in a townie death. Maybe I should try some clue-solving for once. Or at least look for them. See what we can make of these.
Niccea's killer: "Like some ancient warrior the man ran forward with unnatural speed and purpose." …Related to maru's title? "Ancient" referring to the fact that she's the last?
Person turned by crying person: "Meanwhile, a man stood attentively. He had a job to do, and he'd do it dammit! Nothing could distract him!" Sounds like it has to be a clue, but can't work out who…
Other turned person: "A man stood in the streets, attempting to read a sign in the darkness. "Seriously, why don't we have a light here?" the man asked." If PP wasn't dead, the sign thing would get him… anyone's avatar sign hard to read?
Another turned person: "Oh, you must be one of those stoners huh? Well, I don't have a lighter so kindly GET OFF ME!" Who doesn't have a lighter?
We don't have to lose this! Townie victory please!
Also, maru? What's your reasoning behind pardoning 1337? And killing Niccea? XD
Hmmm… Penis Ooze. Yummie.
Narration Night 5
A man thundered through the streets. His days were dull, filled with only going to work and then going to sleep. His nights were a different matter however. His nights were wild and unpredictable. He ran to the house of his next victim. He'd picked his next target with a hotel tablet (tho h forgot why). None the less he kicked the victim's door in with an explosive force. Shirker stared slack jawed at his missing front door. "WHY!?!" Shirkersama cried. His assailant simply answered "Because" before pulling the trigger.
[spoiler]Shirkersama the Jogger has been killed for reasons too complex to understand[/spoiler]
Meanwhile, a zombie stalked it's prey. The zombie was kinda new at this, hense why he was dressed like the pyro (poor thing bought the wrong valve game), but he was sure he could handle anything. He looked again. His prey stood around guarding the streets. They were armed, but the zombie knew he could work around that. He charged silently while the target was distracted by a television show (a fan movie featuring the Death Star, the Planet Killer, and the Sylon Fleet in a battle too epic to depict here). His target turned to slow. The gun flew from the targets arms and the zombie had the poor bastard on the ground. He stared down. His target was freaking out, having flash backs of all their friends brutally murdered. That look in his eye wasn't good, like a Space Wolve's stare at a charging attacker. What happened next would have scared the living shit from the zombie… but, well you know. The man flung the zombie off with unknown strength. He drew a knife and charged. The zombie was still a bit stunned when the man got close, he was seeing 1000 frogs in viking helmets singing the anvil chorus. The poor undead SOB never stood a chance.
[spoiler]Salsa the Luckless Zombie was just made chunky[/spoiler]
In another part of town, a man was running for dear life. He'd made the biggest survival mistake you can make, he startled the witch. The beast had been so quiet… almost absurdly so. Now it was about to tear his eyes out. Him, the Fonzie for Christ's sake! He knew the rivalry would get him know where, but he went and rubbed it in anyway. He just had to be offensive, now he was going to die, "deal with it" he mumbled to himself. As he ran, he began to hear silence. "Did I get away?" "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" He turned to the sound to slow. He felt his stomach cut by the beast's claws. He fell to one knee. He was doomed. The as the witch advanced, it tripped on something. Stomach hole be damned, the man ran for dear life.
[spoiler]The one and only bite of the night was made… with claws…[/spoiler]
Begin day 5.
Lynch Votes:
Anthony Mercer (6):
TFGM
Alwinbot
Maru
Rokulily (the mayor)
Mettaur
Maru (1):
Anthony Mercer
Last night was, well, better than before. The amount of zombies turned is equal to the same amount killed. I'm guessing the original isn't giving orders out, so some of his minions have no direction they do nothing. If we organize, we can take these Zeds down. It'll be a, get ready for a rotten pun…a "no-brainer"! Ha, bad jokes aside, we can win this! Now go lynch some zed-heads!
EDIT: Has anyone heard of "Mexican Meatloaf"? Cuz that's what I'm eating for dinner, a meatloaf with tomatos and onions and spice and stuff, my Ma heard about it online I think.
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