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ASB Mafia: Day 8

Who dies today?

  • Full Metal Cookies

    Votes: 3 42.9%

  • blazheirio889

    Votes: 4 57.1%
  • Total voters
    7
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The ever-shrinking gathering of trainers convenes again on the beach, speaking little as they rub the cold out of their arms and shuffle feet uneasily in the chilly sand. Once again there are two who fail to make it to the meeting, and once again a dreary search starts up to discover just where the bodies have been left.

Kratos Aurion is not too far from the rest of the group as it turns out. Apparently decapitating other people is a tiring job, as he's still fast asleep. Well, that's the consensus, anyway; nobody is keen on getting close enough to actually check to be sure. After all, he's likely to be grumpy if they accidentally wake him, and he does have that sword.

Zora of Termina's body takes a bit longer to turn up, as cold as the sand she's splayed out upon. If the bruising about her neck and the blood under her nails are any indication, her last minutes were decidedly unpleasant.

Zora of Termina is dead. She was not mafia.

Forty-eight hours for discussion.
 
For a long time all is silent. The trainers fidget a bit and try not to look one another in the eyes. It is only as the sun is dipping ominously close to the horizon that there is some sign of life in the group--perhaps it is the equally ominous storm clouds gathering on the horizon, promising unusual atmospheric conditions if there is no advancement of the game that gets people talking. MidnightSaboteur blurts out a name, and Full Metal Cookies, not quite ready to die by default, hastily points a finger at blazheirio889.

There's hardly time for discussion at this point, so there is nothing to do but take a hasty vote. It proves to be close, dangerously close, but in the end blazheirio889 loses out.

With a victim chosen, the group no longer need fear death by thunderbolt and are able to relax a bit. They take bit trying to figure out the execution; obviously, they would prefer something quick and clean. There's Kratos' sword, of course, but for some reason no one seems inclined to steal it off him while he sleeps. In the end, the only option that seems viable is a heavy piece of driftwood to the head, unless blazheirio would prefer drowning or getting torn apart by wild pokémon. When the deed is done, though (it takes a few swings), it is with dismay that the trainers discover that they have done nothing more than take another innocent life.

blazheirio889 is dead. She was not mafia.
 
For a long time all is silent. The trainers fidget a bit and try not to look one another in the eyes. It is only as the sun is dipping ominously close to the horizon that there is some sign of life in the group--perhaps it is the equally ominous storm clouds gathering on the horizon, promising unusual atmospheric conditions if there is no advancement of the game that gets people talking. MidnightSaboteur blurts out a name, and Full Metal Cookies, not quite ready to die by default, hastily points a finger at blazheirio889.

There's hardly time for discussion at this point, so there is nothing to do but take a hasty vote. It proves to be close, dangerously close, but in the end blazheirio889 loses out.

With a victim chosen, the group no longer need fear death by thunderbolt and are able to relax a bit. They take bit trying to figure out the execution; obviously, they would prefer something quick and clean. There's Kratos' sword, of course, but for some reason no one seems inclined to steal it off him while he sleeps. In the end, the only option that seems viable is a heavy piece of driftwood to the head, unless blazheirio would prefer drowning or getting torn apart by wild pokémon. When the deed is done, though (it takes a few swings), it is with dismay that the trainers discover that they have done nothing more than take another innocent life.

blazheirio889 is dead. She was not mafia.

Forty-eight hours for night actions.
 
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