[Red's Stnd Mafia] Saw Mafia - GAME OVER CONGRADS MAFIA!!

[Red2111]

actually i changed my mind.  i'm goign along as planned.  i'm sorry Jeran.

 

With Jades murder a mass of accusations flew through the air, tempers heated and the atmosphere of the group changed into that of a frenzied mob.  The Cop checked her body, his search coming up empty; you continued to stair numbly at her body, still in a slight shock from the unexpected death.  

 

Suddenly a violent shove in your chest jolted you back into awareness, the Thug was standing before you with a panicked look of anger on his face.

 

“You must be stupid or something, and I’m betting your so shocked because we know you’re the one responsible.  We all agree that none of us saw you in the group; by this jerks rules we need the key code so hand it over now.”

 

You blinked in surprise at the accusation, rubbing your chest where you had been shoved; your temper raising and heating your voice.

 

“I didn’t kill her and if I had the code don’t you think I would have already used it to get out of here.”

 

The Thug shoved you harder, forcing you to take a step back; he advanced on you with the crowd closing in.  “You tryin’ to be smart or somethin’; I’m tiered of games, I’m tiered of this freaking room.  We’re getting outta here one way or another, and right now I’m thinking your standing in our way.”

 

You opened your mouth to respond but instead the Thugs fist connected with your jaw, causing your vision flash white and to further send you off balance.  As you vision came back, a slight ring in your ears, you wonder why another punch hasn’t come yet.  Before you, you see that the Cop has taken hold of the thugs hand and is yelling in his face; all eyes are on the two of them, so you take that opportunity to step away from them.  Working your sore jaw, you recognize the taste of blood in your mouth and spit it onto the floor.

 

“I said leave him alone, there’s no reason to suspect him.”  The Thug glared at the Cop, flexing his fist to keep from striking out again.  “He knows somethin’ so stay out of my way Pig.”

 

The Thug spit onto the floor to emphasize his disgust with Cops, and as he did the Cops temper flared.  Adrenaline flowed into the Cops blood system in preparation for fighting with the Thug, and as he took a step forward to teach the guy a lesson of respect the aneurism that had been building in his brain burst.  A confused and dazed look briefly crossed the Cops face before he collapsed onto the floor, his body convulsing and his eyes becoming blood shot.  As the seizures stopped, a dead glazed look came over his eyes.

 

Jeran, Daniel Clyde the Dirty Cop and an Innocent Townie has been lynched.

 

A random player has received a role

 

 

Deadline is Monday March 1, 2010 @ 8pm CST or when all night actions have been submitted

 

[glow=grey,2,300]Clock: 08:57:26[/glow]

[Aust]

Red - have a shot of vodka - you'll feel much better!!!

 

I would say no punishments for Red... everyone is entitled to a good 'ol binge every now and again - but like Ed I think this may just come in handy, in particular for myself  ;)

 

 

 

 

[Red2111]

no thanks aust.  just thinking of drinking anything other than water is makign me want to puke.  even though i've been awake since 11am, i'm still nursing an upset stomach, being tiered and a dull headache. 

 

 

ed because you can check the thread regularly i'm removing you from LOA status

[ed2funy]

That is cool Red. That is why I said that. :P ;D

 

Aust....heck yes. :D

 

Now....don't kill me DPR. ::)

[DPR]

 

Long as your not mafia, you're safe enough...

[ed2funy]

o_0

I meant tonight....

[DPR]

 

Yeah, I think we all got that...

 

You're a crafty one.  :P

 

And I must just be paranoid, thinking that someone is out to frame me...

[ed2funy]

::)

 

And I think you are a silly man.

*stretches*

[DPR]

 

<<...>>...o-0

 

Did you just flirt with me?

 

*puts on the sultry music*

[ed2funy]

lmfao!

I literally stretched in rl...on my bed. 8)

 

:D

[DPR]

 

So...what are you wearing?

[DPR]

 

That should have read "Sooo" - and the best part is, I almost hit the edit button. I'll get mod-killed after all of this because I was sucked into the hypnotical-spam-tractor beam-mind control. Damn.

[ed2funy]

:D

 

Damn...I will get you sometime.....

[DPR]

 

Yeah - because you're mafia.

 

*OHSNAP!!!*

[DPR]

 

*snickers*

[ed2funy]

::)

 

Until your second post....my reply was waaaayyyyyyy different.

[DPR]

 

heh

[Tigraine]

Would you two like little privacy :P

[Verbal32]

Wow, I've been gone since Friday (sick yesterday and today), and here I was thinking the 3-4 pages I had to catch up on were a tall order.

 

Thank goodness there wasn't a single damn game-related thing in there, minus maybe 2 posts from Wes about Ed.

 

For the love of the Light, enough mindless spamming.  Ed, turn off the damn hypnotic ray, mmkay?  ;)

[ed2funy]

It's off now.

;)

 

feel better soon.

[dapianoplay3r]

my phones internet ran out today so from now on i will only be on like two hours a day

But i will be here and killing mafia :D

[Red2111]

Panic struck most of the crowd, and you reacted like most people; doving to the ground expecting the cause of his abrupt death to be from the gas that Jigsaw threatened in the beginning tape.  The Thug looked down at Jeran with a bewildered expression, unsure whether to nudge him or dive for the ground like the rest of the people.  As you covered your mouth with your shirt in a poor attempt to filter the air, you winced from the pain due to your now swollen jaw.

 

A fit yet aged looking woman with short bobbed red hair approached Jerans body and felt for a pulse; after finding none, she began to check other signs for poison by inhalation and there was a noticeable sigh of relief as she stood up.  Her voice was stern, yet it also held a tone of reassurance; you felt your nerves calm somewhat.

 

“It’s okay everyone, I think it was more likely a stroke or heart attack that caused his death.”  The Thug opened his mouth to ask how she knew, and she held up her hand to forestall him; her tone was like that of a mother explaining to an insolent child why he shouldn’t touch a hot stove. “I’ve been a nurse for 20 years young man, while your mother was still changing your diapers I was saving lives.  If it was a poison that took his life, he’d have signs like a swollen throat; besides, had it been the poison and if it acted as quickly like that I doubt any of us would still be alive right now.”

 

There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd as people began to slowly stand up, a sheepish look of embarrassment crossing most faces, the nurse cocked an eyebrow at the thug as he struggled to find a logical retort to her conclusions; when he found none, a slight sulky expression came over his face and he crossed his arms over his chest.  She nodded with approval and marched over to where you were sitting; she had a kindly smile of apathy on her face as she examined your jaw.

 

“You’ll be okay; except for in a little pain and swelling, you should be happy to know your jaw isn’t even fractured that I can tell.”  You gave her a look of sour appreciation, feeling the urge to let her know that her idea of a little pain and yours differed greatly on this occasion; your jaw was throbbing so bad you doubted you could even take a drink of water.

 

As she patted you on your arm in a reassuring manner, the lights flickered off once more; you felt her fingers tighten around your wrist in an instant and were a bit surprised at the amount of strength this woman had. “What the..”  The Thugs words were cutt off as the sounds of a struggle filled the dark air.   Both you and the nurse tensed as, you heard a gruff mans yell of surprise; you flinched as the sound of a dull thud like that of a watermelon being crushed against a wall repeatedly replaced the sounds of the struggle, and then there was the thud of dead weight dropping to the floor.

 

Half of you wanted the lights to come back on, the darkness seemed to be closing in on you, consuming and threatening; yet the other half imagined what you would find when the lights did come back on and was dreading that moment.  The lights remained off and silence hung in the air like a thick suffocating blanket; as your imagination took off with the possibilities of what had just happened, you felt your stomach start to turn and the bile raise up in your throat.

 

After only seconds, that seemed like hours, the lights finally flickered on and a scream emitted from a delicate looking woman.  Near the door, there was a blood smear on the wall in the distinct shape of a human head, the smear running down to the wall and leading to a muddled mass laying on the ground in a growing pool of his own blood.

 

Ed, Denis Paulson guilty of Vehicular Manslaughter & Innocent Townie was killed.

 

Deadline

Wed March 3, 2010 @ 8pm CST; 8 alive, 5 to lynch

 

[glow=grey,2,300]clock: 08:57:24[/glow]

 

Vote Count

 

no vote(8 ): Aust, Torrie, Piano, Tigs, Verbal, Pete, Aemon, DPR

 

[ed2funy]

Watch them blame spam...they were afraid. :D

 

BAH!!!

[Verbal32]

I still feel like crap, but I'll do a close re-read this game day and see what I can find.

 

We need to take our time today - a mislynch leaves us at endgame with me having to guess right on the NK.

 

No quick lynches here - we need to think about this.

[DPR]

 

I agree that we need to careful - we are standing on the edge of the endgame cliff.