Mafia Game [Day 3]

[alannalynn]

No.. not unless someone wants to counterclaim me? *wiggles eyebrows*

 

I think MLF is a little scumbot as well.

[mmeeshal]

*counterclaims*

 

I'm a finder.

[alannalynn]

... I'm a tracker.

[mmeeshal]

I see, I see!

 

And who did you track last night?

[alannalynn]

13, of course! That's why I know he and DSage are scum together. Only scum would agree with fellow scum!

[mmeeshal]

*chuckles*

 

Did you have fun... "tracking" last night? >.>

 

:P

 

So it was 13 that NKed poor Silly Little Broomstick....

[alannalynn]

Yes, you don't /want/ to see what I saw.. *shudder*

 

I'm afraid so. Poor Broom, he was as innocent as my pinky toe.

[Locke]

The sun was moving.  Had been moving.  And after several long hours, (lasting almost 100 minutes, some of them) it wasn't any closer to the Grand Prize.  This saddened it greatly, for that meant another night going hungry, no celestial hot dogs to ease the pain.  Yet, the sun sensed that the several long hours had been productive anyway, in some way, shape, or form, although probably not circular.  And it was right, for deep into Reality, so deep, in fact, that they were the farthest things from it, beings had reached a decision.  They had decided that cucumbers were, in fact, responsible for the sun's risings and settings.  But strangely, inexplicably, one of them disagreed with this conclusion.  Most were incredulous at first, wondering how in irreality could someone refute such a logical OBVIOUS conclusion.  The perplexity quickly turned to anger, followed by hunger, for it was, as it was, a freckle passed an eyelash.  They paused to drink, quenching their hunger.  After this, they brought back their wrathful emotions and turned upon the being who had dared disagree, and now, as they came to not think of it, looked strangely un-un-normal.  They brought out the ketchup bottles and vigorously poured and squirted them upon the creature, who was vainly trying to keep it off his socks.  The other beings stopped pouring the ketchup and their were several moments of silence in which one could practically HEAR confusion radiating off the other beings.  It stayed like this until a couple seconds later when a strange thought entered one of the being's thoughts.  The victim was suddenly a long way below everyone else and a lot less alive.

 

My Little Finger, Human Reality Agent, Scum of the Earth, has been Lynched.

 

It is now Night, deadline is Tuesday 6:00 PM Central Time.

[mmeeshal]

*is glad not to have had to witness it*

 

Well, I did find some pretty incriminating evidence in the hideout of My Little Finger, so I think we've got the mafia stitched up in their own body bag!

 

*dances around before she remembers the old mafia adage.... "It's not over till it's over."*

 

**edit for Mod post**

Woohoo, I knew it!!

 

Let's hope we're both alive in the morning, Alanna.  *prays*

 

(OOC: Eebs, did that take you, like...40 minutes to type? >.>)

[Locke]

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(OOC: Eebs, did that take you, like...40 minutes to type? >.>)

PAFO.

[Locke]

Nah, IR it took me maybe 20, give or take.

[mmeeshal]

Okay, because I saw you "posting" in this thread a while ago, you must have stopped and come back and started again, because I could've sworn it was like "10:16" or something.... :D

 

 

[Locke]

It was.  About that.

[mmeeshal]

But 10:16 was about 37 minutes before your post appeared....

 

 

So 20 minutes give or take 17? >.> :P

[Locke]

Give or take a bullfrog. [/5]

 

 

[alannalynn]

Wow, why does it matter how long it took? haha. PAFO!!!

[Locke]

Somewhat, yes, actually.

 

Just like fruitbats matter.  and sickle cell matters.

[alannalynn]

hehehe... I like fruit.

[Locke]

I like Harlem C.

[Lord of 13]

Clearly, [glow=red,2,300]Locke's god[/glow] is mafia.

[Toy and Minion]

I find it very interesting that Alannalynn and Meeshal are claiming to be Finder and Tracker on Day 1.  And having not had a previous Night, it is a factual impossibility that they could have investigated/tracked anybody yet.  QED.

 

And 13, it's Night.  That vote don't count.

[mmeeshal]

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Wow, why does it matter how long it took? haha. PAFO!!!

Because, it just does. :D

 

*hides behind Eebsy's ear*

 

(Simply put, all things concerning Eebs matter to me.  :-* ;D)

 

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No one ever said what Day/Night phase we're on!!!

 

Or did they? >.>

[Toy and Minion]

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Day 1

 

That's called a sucker-punch.

 

[mmeeshal]

Well, clearly, I shouldn't choose the punch in front of me.

 

*ba-dum-bum-TSH!*

[Locke]

It was getting to be that time of existence again.  Everyone rode an extra horse to the timely (happening once every time) Gathering.  7/39ths of them noticed that someone hadn't come.

 

Sonic the Hedgehog, Ferocious Li'l Bugger, has been grounded.

 

Day 2 has begun.  Deadline is Friday-ish.