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ASB Mafia: Day 4
- Thread starter Negrek
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blazheirio889
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Kratos... He did mention that we should keep an eye on FMC(p) in his rant. And as for Jack, basically all he did was post lists, and I don't think he mentioned much about suspecting people and whatnot. I'm slightly suspicious of FMC, since we can gather that Kratos is almost certainly not Mafia and you can't deny he has good intuition. However, putting him to sleep could be just another way to mess with Kratos, and mess with our heads as well :|
I'm always hesitant to nominate people, so I'll leave it up to you guys... Frankly, I wouldn't nominate FMC just yet. It's a rather flimsy suspicion, and as far as I can see she hasn't viewed this thread yet. We should give her a chance to defend herself, at least.
I'm always hesitant to nominate people, so I'll leave it up to you guys... Frankly, I wouldn't nominate FMC just yet. It's a rather flimsy suspicion, and as far as I can see she hasn't viewed this thread yet. We should give her a chance to defend herself, at least.
The players stand around and chatter, some about the mafia's mysterious note, more about the fact that Kratos Aurion is sleeping. Hours trickle away as they natter, their conversations going nowhere in particular. Today, no one steps up to take the initiative against any other member. As shadows lengthen and dusk creeps over the sky, they get ready to disperse, perhaps thinking that they have at least managed to avoid slaying another innocent by taking no action.
Alas, for it is not to be; the game gods demand blood and will have it by whatever means are necessary. Trainers cry out and scatter as twin bolts of lightning sear down out of the empty sky, striking two trainers with expert precision. The other players return to gather around the smoking corpses as soon as they're sure that no further deadly atmospheric events are in store for them, blinking down at the bodies with light-dazzled eyes. As the player's costumes fade, however, they find that the randomizer has not been kind to the home team.
Blastoise is dead. He was not mafia. MurrMurr has died of inactivity. He was also not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for night actions.
Alas, for it is not to be; the game gods demand blood and will have it by whatever means are necessary. Trainers cry out and scatter as twin bolts of lightning sear down out of the empty sky, striking two trainers with expert precision. The other players return to gather around the smoking corpses as soon as they're sure that no further deadly atmospheric events are in store for them, blinking down at the bodies with light-dazzled eyes. As the player's costumes fade, however, they find that the randomizer has not been kind to the home team.
Blastoise is dead. He was not mafia. MurrMurr has died of inactivity. He was also not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for night actions.
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