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Mafia XXXI: Kicking It Old School
what if the mafia pardoned Kroatz, to throw us off their trail for one more night?Well then clue solving. And if two people have the most yet equal amount of clues against them DOUBLE LYNCH.
Also I'm betting on Ni to win. She has a awesome short sword thing made out of energy balls and blade.
I already started a game like that.
Didn't turn out to be as successful as the "Ask Niccea" game, though.
My idea is a tad different, intead of using your mod powers. The players draw scenes of their mod fighting another mod. Pretty much like fight'splosion, the mods can participate themselves.
But like I said th idea never turned out in my head.
PS, anyone got lightsaber sounds? I only have sword sounds, and someones not using steel swords.
I have an idea. Mods choose teams from whoever signs up. A list of roles are made. Such as soldier etc. Mods must all agree on the roles. Each mod will choose a team and then they must fight. Only thing is. The players dont know thier own team. Point of the game is the mod with the most players alive at the end of the game wins. Teams of whatever the number is divided by 3. An odd number of players will cause the remainder to be a wild card. A merc as it where.
Night Three
Seventy2 knew his target. In an odd sense, he was helping the town in this case. But, he did have to kill everyone in sight to consider himself the victor. He raised his gun at Kroatz. “Prepare to die blockhead.â€
Kroatz turned stiffly facing the gun. “So you have me. But, I’m not alone.†A paramedic jumped out of the bushes using himself as a human shield to protect his charge.
Seventy2 was near howling. “You would betray the town?â€
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Those are big words coming from a mere serial killer. Don’t we all work against the town at one time or another?†The godfather stepped out of the shadows and waved his gun at Seventy2. “Now step away from them.â€
Seventy2 could not see much of his attacker in the darkness. But his eyes were draw to his strange hair. He watched as the godfather cocked back the hammer of the gun. Time seemed to stand still. Seventy2 could feel individual beads of sweat rolling down his face.
“Do unto me and I do unto you,†said the godfather as he pulled the trigger.
Kroatz and the paramedic stared down at the body of seventy2. The hole between his eyes was still smoking. The godfather walked up and roughly pushed the paramedic out of the way. “Come Kroatz, we have much to do.â€
[spoiler]Seventy2 the serial killer is dead.[/spoiler]
Crocty was on the prowl. His ruse during the day had worked. He had escaped the lynching wonderfully. But that didn’t matter too much. Even if he was put to death, the godfather would pull the same trick he did with Kroatz. Now it was time to kill again. He walked silently up to his target with a raised dagger. His target suddenly turned around with a vice-like grip on his wrist. Pain shot up Crocty’s arm as his would be victim violently snapped back his wrist, breaking it. The target seized the dagger as it slipped from Crocty’s grip. The dagger plunged violently several times into Crocty’s chest. When the deed was done, the paranoid target picked up the bloody remains of Crocty and tossed them outside.
[spoiler]Crocty the Mafioso was killed by the paranoid.
And no. There are not any clues for who the paranoid is.[/spoiler]
Product Placement was in his mansion. He was curled up in his bed in a fetal position. He knew that he was going to die. Why wouldn’t he? Why prolong the inevitable? He turned his head to a sudden, strange beeping sound, but the noise was still behind him. He kept whipping his head back and forth, but he couldn’t isolate the beeping sound. On an impulse, he put his hand to the back of his head. He felt something that wasn’t hair. He got up from bed in a panic and ran into the bathroom. He saw it in the mirror. The bomb that was planted on him. “You would think that I would have noticed that before.†The beeping sound began to rapidly accerate. PP closed his eyes and waited. The beeping finally turned into one long tone. The resulting explosion took out half of the mansion. Not even dental records were left to identify PP.
[spoiler]Product Placement the townie was blown sky high.[/spoiler]
Salsa smiled. His finger was still on the button that was used to blow up PP. “That was fun.â€
“This will be fun as well,†a voice purred behind him.
Salsa turned around swiftly. “You?â€
“Me.†The figure raised the gun and shot out Salsa’s heart. He then lay waste to the spaceport to make sure no one could activate the remaining bomb. He jumped out of a window with his cape billowing out behind him.
[spoiler]Salsa the mad bomber was killed[/spoiler]
The last mafia hitman looked over his shoulder at the explosion that rocked that town. “Looks like Salsa did his job. It is time to do mine.†He looked around for is target. He had one in mind. There he was. The one that escaped the serial killer in the first night. The mage had no way of saving himself now. The Mafioso chuckled to himself. He hummed his personal song as he loaded his silenced gun. “Bye Mettaur.â€
[spoiler]Mettaur the paramedic has been silenced.[/spoiler]
The Mafioso smiled as he walked off. He retrieved a Proton Pack that he left in an alley. “Here ghosty, ghosty, ghosty.â€
Zeph’s spirit appeared before him with a glare plastered on his face. “I’m warning you! I got a cat tank! I’m also rigged to blow!â€
The Mafioso rolled his eyes at the ghost and unleashed the proton beam. He fired, barely missing Zeph. The ghost stuck out his tongue and exploded into a mass of ectoplasm, drenching the Mafioso.
Night Three has ended. Day Four dawns.
Send in votes and I will have them counted by 4pm CDT…unless you want more time. Then I could have them up at 10:30pm.
And if I’m not mistaken, a double lynch has been declared. Everyone gets two votes.
Oh god, it is so obvious who killed me, so obvious. But the other Paramedic is a traitor?! How dare he, they shalt face my ghostly wrath!…then again, as a ghost I can look through walls and doors, so many things to see…I will exact revenge alongside Zeph, as soon as I am done peeping! I meant checking up on the town! Yeah, that's it…
Aawww, I died. :(
I Expected as much.
Oh well. At very least, the town got rid of the serial killer and two mobsters. Still have one paramedic and the vigilante protecting the town.
Wished I was the paranoid though. The only time I've ever been the paranoid was also the one game I was left alone through its entire duration. :(
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