My fault people. I forgot that i chose the double lynch, double canceled rule. i will re edit in a moment.
I am sorry about this.
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Day 2 part 2
The mortician was excited. He was getting a giant cat in a tin Suit to mess with. The mortician was too lazy to undress Mayor Harkovast, so he pulled out his welder. He began with the breast plate when suddenly "THIS TOWN CAN'T EVEN BUILD A PROPER DEATH MACHINE. DAGNABBIT, I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD"
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HARKOVAST THE PATRON SAINT OF FINGER POINTING, THE FURRY PUSHER AND MAYOR WAS ONLY IN A COMATOSE STATE, AND IS NOW BACK TO FULL HEALTH
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Mafia XXXIX: The Return to Townston Tradition
In spirit of good gameplay, I would like to point out that random "by the way" comments about someone's comic being bad does feel more hurtful than otherwise, since it does give the impression that it really was unnecessary. However, if anyone feels that he's being wronged by someone, I would also prefer that they resolve their issues on a personal level and/or call in a moderator to intermediate between them, since public statements usually feels like an attack back at the person who insulted him.
So let's all be friends now.
Or it could be the mafia making it look like l33t is one of them, theyve done it before. But I still stick to my reasoning, l33t is the godfather. Unless I can be proven wrong.You never had any REAL evidence so there you go. :P
And I CANT prove my innocence without a detective to check on me which go ahead fuck me up with the whole conspiracy thing.
IMMA TOWNIE!!! GAWD!!!
Whether or not I'm the paranoid I don't know.
I hope I am and you vigilante or mafia folk die by my death.
You tell ppl to suck things, tahts my evadence :p
In spirit of good gameplay, I would like to point out that random "by the way" comments about someone's comic being bad does feel more hurtful than otherwise, since it does give the impression that it really was unnecessary. However, if anyone feels that he's being wronged by someone, I would also prefer that they resolve their issues on a personal level and/or call in a moderator to intermediate between them, since public statements usually feels like an attack back at the person who insulted him.
So let's all be friends now.
'Kay. Sorry, Hark. *Make-up huggles* *Get backstabbed*
Hey guys. How about that podcast? I found out what program Hark and Kev use for the Webcomic Review Comic (On The Web) podcasts. (Talkshoe by the way). But I can honestly say I know nothing about podcasting. It would be great if we get some participants on this talking about mafia. I have some points I would like to go over during it (to reduce rambling) but what does everyone else think?
Hey guys. How about that podcast? I found out what program Hark and Kev use for the Webcomic Review Comic (On The Web) podcasts. (Talkshoe by the way). But I can honestly say I know nothing about podcasting. It would be great if we get some participants on this talking about mafia. I have some points I would like to go over during it (to reduce rambling) but what does everyone else think?I'd love to contribute but don't know the next time I'm going to get use of a camera or microphone again.
Which reminds me:
http://www.youtube.com/user/BobTheRainKing
Watch em cause they don't suck.
well miss can see behind yourself, actions end at 5pm. Story will be up by sixish oclock, CST.Ah. since we're having fun with names, here's an exclusive trivia report for the mafia folk of DD.
ayesinback = a - yes - in - back [and if you like Crazy, only 1337 picked up on that, sort of, during this little DD life of mine]
But since I pronounce it: eisenback, "can see behind yourself" is fine.
more trivia: If I'm not dead tonight, I will be soon, and then I can't dead talk. Since I can't trust any of you, my services as medic seem rather extraneous. So townies, before I'm eliminated, Hark wanted me to protect Anthony Mercer. Could he be the Godfather. Does he have some kind of Ah-nuld action going down?
oh, and as for flowers for my grave, I'd like a rosa rugosa bush. that would be nice.
Hey guys. How about that podcast? I found out what program Hark and Kev use for the Webcomic Review Comic (On The Web) podcasts. (Talkshoe by the way). But I can honestly say I know nothing about podcasting. It would be great if we get some participants on this talking about mafia. I have some points I would like to go over during it (to reduce rambling) but what does everyone else think?
Sure. Need volunteers for participants?
YahHey guys. How about that podcast? I found out what program Hark and Kev use for the Webcomic Review Comic (On The Web) podcasts. (Talkshoe by the way). But I can honestly say I know nothing about podcasting. It would be great if we get some participants on this talking about mafia. I have some points I would like to go over during it (to reduce rambling) but what does everyone else think?
Sure. Need volunteers for participants?
Night 2
The Godfather was out for blood. He thought all the other criminals up to this point were neanderthals. He was going to deliver the best class of criminal to the town of Townston. His target was never in the same place at the same time. Made it hard for him to be located.
The Godfather stood at the top of the town's tallest building. Searching. Looking everywhere for randomdude person. There he was, playing with sticks at the edge of Townston forrest.
Straight to the Forrest he went. Randomdudeperson was staring into the forrest
“I know why you're here. I know who you are. You're here to kill me”
“You're right. But what can you do? You stand between me, and total domination. But, being a fun man, I will grant you one thing. Have you ever seen a man make a pencil disappear?”
“I LOVE PARLOR TRICKS!!” Came a giddy randomdudeperson.
They walked over to a picnic table where The Godfather placed a Pencil sharpend end down into the table. Random leaned in over it, while the godfather said “you're gonna love this”
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The Godfather pulled out a gun and shot randomdudeperson the Confusing the townee the body guard through the temple.
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Shirkersama had no idea that a hitman was watching his apartment. He wasn't even staying home tonight (lucky dog). The hitman was on a rooftop cattycorner watching the window when suddenly:
BAM! He was hit with a medic's bag. “What…What just happened?” the hitman looked over to find ayesinback standing over him.
“I'm watching shirkersama tonight, and I will not let anything happen to HIM!” she came swinging widly at the hitman, who easily dodged.
“So much work! What is with you people? The boss simply said I could kill someone tonight, and take the rest of the night off. Since you're here, I think that makes you a target.”
ayesinback eyes went wide, “you mean….you weren't…going to kill….i could have stayed hidden?”
“Maybe. If he had shown up. I wasn't going to hunt him down…but you're here now”
The hitman reached into his pocket and pulled out a muffin and said “You need a tasty meal before you die” and tossed her the blueberry dessert.
Ayes stared at the gently floating pastry when she felt the boot kick against her chest. She was thrown back and over the ledge, where if this were a movie, there'd be a slow motion shot of her falling, reaching for the soft muffin, just out of her reach, and a zoom to the sky at the moment of impact.
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ayesinback the medic fell off a building and died
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Asmun heard random yelling and screaming. It sounded like cat's fighting, so he avoided that alley. Something about cats made his blood uneasy. He kept walking home, to the other side of town. Somwhere along the line he thought he heard the clunk of metal on concrete. He looked back over his shoulder, to see nothing, and walked right into a big suit of armor.
“I can't believe you ran into me like that! I know I stepped infront of you on purpose, but it's so rude!! I KILL RUDE PEOPLE” Screamed the armored thing. Pulling out his broadsword, he swung it down at the point that Asmun just was.
Using anthropomorphic dog powers asmun was on the run. The killer running down the street was randomly swinging, maybe not even aiming for him. Asmun didn't have time to decide.
Up ahead was a truck! Sweet sweet freedom, where there were trucks, there were people, serial killers don't murder in public. Asmun ran towards that with all of his strength. He got within twenty feet when he read the side: TOWNSTON ANIMAL CONTROL. Instinctively he pulled a 180 from truck, right back into the swing of the sword.
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Asmun the townee ended up in a chinese restaurant
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Komrade dave had finally made up his mind. He was definitely only going to stick with his first option to kill this night. It was expected to be an easy kill, and cold out, so he put a balaclava on his face, and found a scarf for the top of his head, and hit the town.
Komrade dave being the true russian mobster he was, had his AK-47 in hand when he spotted the townee he was going to kill.
The man was wearing fatigues, nervous, and constantly fidgeting with a hat. He nervously reached into his pocket and pulled out some pills. He opened the bottle, but was shaking so bad he spilled them all. “oh no! My calming meds!” came the cry.
Komrade dave thought this was the perfect time to strike.
“You There, Prepare to die!” is what he meant to say, instead, the balaclava had muffled his voice more than he thought, and the townee heard “ALLAH!! PURPTA DURKA!”
Instantly, the paranoid townee flashed back to his special ops training. He jumped behind a car, as the ground where he was standing was shot up. He tossed his hat out, which the komrade dave used the rest of the clip of ammo on. Instead the townee ran around the other side of the car, and charged the gunman. He grabbed the barrell with his left hand and punched Komrade with his right, followed thru the punch and grabbed onto the stock of the gun and ripped it from Dave's hands.
The townee wasn't the only one with military training. KD kicked the townee in the back of the knee, and made him fall to the ground. Dave went to curb stomp him, when he felt the sharp knifelike pain in his calf. He fell to the ground as well, because the knifelike pain, was a knife, in his calf.
The Townee pulled a second knife, “I hope you love allah a whole lot” he said, and plunged the knife into KomradeDaves chest
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The paranoid killed Komradedave the hitman
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At six am, Mayor Harkovast called an emergency town meeting. "I AM NOT DEAD YET, and because there were 4 murders tonight, i'm calling this Desperate times! WE ARE HAVING A DOUBLE LYNCH. someone will die. again. i can guarantee that."
DOUBLE LYNCH
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