Zora of Termina
forget your high society
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Re: TCoD Mafia - Night 2
Shockingly ennough, the kill that morning was relatively un-gruesome. Just a simple head on a pike. One of the citizens, one Big Red Cherry Bomb, stepped up to the head to identify it while the rest stayed back (although there was another missing from that crowd)...
...when there was a scream, then a wet spattering sound. A deflated, naked body, with worn out bones and hypodermic needles poking through it in a very many places had landed on top of her with some dull crunching sound from within, no doubt the weakened bones being shattered. She whined in pain. The stuff that had splashed all over her was liquefied innards melted by corrosive acid, and there was still leftover acid left inside.
Although she did recognize the head.
Flareth is dead. She was not Mafia (RandomTyphoon: Innocent-aligned Variable).
And then the latecomer showed up and laid his eyes on the scene. "Ahaha..." his eye twitched, and a sinister grin spread across his face. "Ahahaha... my... my lover is dead... ahaha..." He, shaking with anger and grief now, pulled a single hair from his head. "Ahahaha... AHAHAHAHA!!!" he dropped the hair on himself, shrieking with maniacal laughter as he burst into flames right in front of them. "THEY KILLED HER!! DON'T WORRY DARLING, I'M COMING FOR YOU!! AHAHAHA!!!"
Standing there... laughing madly... burning to death. It was a few minutes before the scene ended, leaving only a charred corpse wearing a Slasher Smile.
Manic Fame is dead. He was not Mafia (Zora of Termina: Innocent-aligned Amorous Redhead).
You have 48 hours to discuss and vote.
Shockingly ennough, the kill that morning was relatively un-gruesome. Just a simple head on a pike. One of the citizens, one Big Red Cherry Bomb, stepped up to the head to identify it while the rest stayed back (although there was another missing from that crowd)...
...when there was a scream, then a wet spattering sound. A deflated, naked body, with worn out bones and hypodermic needles poking through it in a very many places had landed on top of her with some dull crunching sound from within, no doubt the weakened bones being shattered. She whined in pain. The stuff that had splashed all over her was liquefied innards melted by corrosive acid, and there was still leftover acid left inside.
Although she did recognize the head.
Flareth is dead. She was not Mafia (RandomTyphoon: Innocent-aligned Variable).
And then the latecomer showed up and laid his eyes on the scene. "Ahaha..." his eye twitched, and a sinister grin spread across his face. "Ahahaha... my... my lover is dead... ahaha..." He, shaking with anger and grief now, pulled a single hair from his head. "Ahahaha... AHAHAHAHA!!!" he dropped the hair on himself, shrieking with maniacal laughter as he burst into flames right in front of them. "THEY KILLED HER!! DON'T WORRY DARLING, I'M COMING FOR YOU!! AHAHAHA!!!"
Standing there... laughing madly... burning to death. It was a few minutes before the scene ended, leaving only a charred corpse wearing a Slasher Smile.
Manic Fame is dead. He was not Mafia (Zora of Termina: Innocent-aligned Amorous Redhead).
You have 48 hours to discuss and vote.
