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ASB Mafia: Day VIII
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Blaziking the God General
Replicaaa!
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Lupine Volt
My name is...
You know, oddly enough, we've scorned the only person in this topic we could absolutely trust; an outsider to the game. They are the only ones garunteed to not be biased on how to keep the blame off of them when judgement day comes rolling around.
Granted, though, it was against the rules. So, meh. Point being, though, that this game has a somewhat flawed system.
Granted, though, it was against the rules. So, meh. Point being, though, that this game has a somewhat flawed system.
Blaziking the God General
Replicaaa!
As if the death of one of the game's most well-known and famously genderless participants has at last stirred up a bit of suspicion, the discussion is a bit more heated than it has been on previous days. But, though multiple suspects are named, the final vote is really quite close. It is Blaziking who must ultimately face death today, a fact with which he hardly seems pleased. He shoots angry glances into the crowd as he is dragged up to the executioner's block.
Unfortunately for the innocents, killing him does nothing to further their cause. More bizarre than depressing, though, is the small, peeved voice that several trainers swear they hear drifting up from the decapitated corpse. "HA I TOTALLY TOLD YOU SO," it squeaks before being lost to the wind. The affected trainers glance around nervously, then shake their heads, sure that they couldn't possibly have heard anything. Still, they look back over their shoulder once or twice on their way home, not sure whether they should be afraid of an avenging spirit appearing to exact revenge.
Blaziking is dead. He was not Mafia.
The forty-eight hour time limit for night actions might actually be somewhat strictly enforced this time.
Unfortunately for the innocents, killing him does nothing to further their cause. More bizarre than depressing, though, is the small, peeved voice that several trainers swear they hear drifting up from the decapitated corpse. "HA I TOTALLY TOLD YOU SO," it squeaks before being lost to the wind. The affected trainers glance around nervously, then shake their heads, sure that they couldn't possibly have heard anything. Still, they look back over their shoulder once or twice on their way home, not sure whether they should be afraid of an avenging spirit appearing to exact revenge.
Blaziking is dead. He was not Mafia.
The forty-eight hour time limit for night actions might actually be somewhat strictly enforced this time.
As if the death of one of the game's most well-known and famously genderless participants has at last stirred up a bit of suspicion, the discussion is a bit more heated than it has been on previous days. But, though multiple suspects are named, the final vote is really quite close. It is Blaziking who must ultimately face death today, a fact with which he hardly seems pleased. He shoots angry glances into the crowd as he is dragged up to the executioner's block.
Unfortunately for the innocents, killing him does nothing to further their cause. More bizarre than depressing, though, is the small, peeved voice that several trainers swear they hear drifting up from the decapitated corpse. "HA I TOTALLY TOLD YOU SO," it squeaks before being lost to the wind. The affected trainers glance around nervously, then shake their heads, sure that they couldn't possibly have heard anything. Still, they look back over their shoulder once or twice on their way home, not sure whether they should be afraid of an avenging spirit appearing to exact revenge.
Blaziking is dead. He was not Mafia.
The forty-eight hour time limit for night actions might actually be somewhat strictly enforced this time.
Unfortunately for the innocents, killing him does nothing to further their cause. More bizarre than depressing, though, is the small, peeved voice that several trainers swear they hear drifting up from the decapitated corpse. "HA I TOTALLY TOLD YOU SO," it squeaks before being lost to the wind. The affected trainers glance around nervously, then shake their heads, sure that they couldn't possibly have heard anything. Still, they look back over their shoulder once or twice on their way home, not sure whether they should be afraid of an avenging spirit appearing to exact revenge.
Blaziking is dead. He was not Mafia.
The forty-eight hour time limit for night actions might actually be somewhat strictly enforced this time.
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