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knives alley hydra mafia

what is a city if not a living, breathing being made of millions of nodes. bodies and comunities have much in common: a chaotic coördination of amalgamated lives that somehow work together toward a loose goal in common. sometimes, of course, this involves getting rid of nodes that turn bad and become hindrances. bodies aren’t afraid of killing cells. cities aren’t afraid of spilling blood.

the day started peacefully in the alley. such calm, as calm always does, would soon be succeeded by a storm. accusations soon were shot against two alleydwellers: eifie, a telephonist who lived with her husband near the main street, and stryke, who lived in the poorest house of the alley. it all started very playfully, but before anyone could notice, animosities had escalated to a shouting match and it was soon clear that the asphalt was thirsty for blood. at the end of the day, right at the nick of time, a voice emerged from the chaos. someone claimed to defend stryke, legally, and that anyone involved in his death would be sought after. people quickly let the poor man go, who quickly retreated to his house, bruised and scratched. the mob, however, quickly turned against the wannabe attorneys — skylar and mewtini, a young couple — and suddenly they were being lynched together with eifie. however, something almost miraculous happened — as the three were being pummeled into the ground, the telephonist, in a mad laughter, yelled “im tucker btw”. three words were enough to turn the rest of the alley against her, giving mewtini and skylar just the chance to escape. when eifie’s husband went to see what the ruckus was about, it was too late — there, on the ground, laid the lifeless body of his wife.

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eifie has died. she was town.

night one will last until monday, february 8th, at 11 pm UTC. please submit your night actions if any.
 
DAY TWO​
the day broke in the city as every day does. people are born and people die every day — the system doesn’t care as long as it can be maintained. the endless cycle of incoming and outgoing nodes is for it nothing more than a symptom of breathing. in small communities, however, one’s death can represent a significant blow in the workings. eifie was dead. jack was dead inside. and now, under the shining light of the morning sun, blood dripped from under zori and mist’s door. their lives were cut short in that night; the sanctity of their home violated by an unknown figure, seeking god knows what, leaving behind only the dead bodies of the couple that shared everything in their lives and now their deaths; their brief, young lives, so full of mutual love and care, now ended in the cold hardwood floor, their blood, mixed as one, dripping out the door, through the sidewalk, onto the asphalt, satisfying its incessant bloodlust.

lolfoxes — zori and mistyx — have died. they were both town.

day two ends wednesday, february 10th, at 11 pm UTC.
 
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