The Mafia Game [attn: all players]

[Winter Mist]

He has been a bit quiet, hasn't he? *ponders*

[the dude]

a bit quiet? he hasn't posted yet! drag that guy out here!

[Winter Mist]

Unless he's hiding. Or waiting to see what everyone else says and then finding a bandwagon to jump on. I don't know...

[Vanion]

Maybe he drank himself into a stuppour?

 

Wait a minute..! :shock: That means he isnt sharing the booze!!!

 

Quick, we've gotta find him before it's all gone!!

[Zylazlo-]

I concur with Vanion! The best way to solve crimes is with hard cold booze! And not voting for innocent Zylazlo's...

[Vanion]

*Looks at Zylazlo and all the people who are wanting to lynch him*

 

...I dont know this guy!

 

*walks away from Zylazlo*

[Quibby]

No matter what we do, folks, we're still as much in the dark now as we were when they woke us up. I'm going to take my chances and voice a vote to go to night. I'd rather die in my sleep than be lynched for no reason any day.

[Sirayn]

Despite your suspicion and terror the day lasts long and cold. Snow falls silent as ash through the gaping holes in the roof; through them you glimpse a sky like iron, freedom, although fraught with other dangers. You know that if you do not reach a verdict the police will pick one and drag them out for lynching; you know also that an innocent will die tonight regardless. Anyone could die at any moment. Even the police get restive a few times. Yet the day passes without event.

 

When it happens it happens fast. Sunset has only just fallen in a wash of golden light when the doors burst open and the police arrive. You have spent a hard time shivering together, arguing the respective merits of each lynch, but the police are not amused; silent, they grab somebody from the crowd and stalk out. You wonder a moment how this actually fits with what they said earlier, and if they have a sane or coherent policy going on here, and if there's any reason at all why you're locked up with a killer, but you have no idea.

 

Some scratching of heads was being done. "Who was that? And why?"

 

"Aan'allein," somebody volunteers. "Was it because he was the quietest?"

 

The next quietest begin to look nervous. Snow is everywhere. Your breath freezes in the crisp air; there is a definite sense of fear stirring in among your companions. Perhaps all the chatter, the conversation and the introductions have distracted people from being locked up tight with a killer or killers unknown. Nevertheless, there is nothing for it. You all sleep ... yet only some of you will wake.

 

Aan'allein has been ... modified. It is now night. Any roled players who want to change their actions may do so.

[the dude]

*finds a quiet, dark corner, hunkers down with a chunk of asphalt in his fist*

 

no killer's getting this dude without a fight.

[Zylazlo-]

*cant get any rest and just sits quietly by the fire thinking the whole day through*

[Angyl]

*Huddles beneath a ratty old blanket, clutching a piece of broken glass in case the need for self-defense arises. Finally dozes off.*

[Quibby]

*huddles in a corner trying to keep his eyes on everyone at once until sheer exhaustion pulls him under*

[Kadere]

*leans up against a wall and just watches everyone else. Too cold, and too tired to sleep.*

[Winter Mist]

*falls asleep in the corner*

[Raena]

*fights sleep but eventually dozes off*

[Nevare]

*Puts wood on the fire. Sits down crosslegged. Has strange scared smile on his face. He shifts restlessly. Eventually he gets up and walks over to Kadere. "Watch your back" he says. "I have a feeling that more than one person is going to die tonight. Just watch yourself and remember it doesn't matter whether your guilty or not- people will do whatever they can to stay alive." Then he walks back to the other end and slips something into Angyl's hand. The shadows lengthen, the fire dies, and Nevare falls alseep in a ball: cold and alone.*

[Sirayn]

In true horror-movie fashion you wake to a scream of glass-shattering proportions. The cracks that accompany it cause you to imagine, for a brief and sleep-hazed moment, that the roof above your head is caving in; but it turns out to be somebody breaking the ice on your only source of water.

 

Arrayed out before you like a macabre painting is a body. Everything in its immediate vicinity is so covered in blood that it is difficult to ascertain its manner of death or, indeed, who it actually is. Rather fascinated, although in a morbid way, you all creep a little closer.

 

"Vanion?" somebody says in bewilderment. "But ... he was late! He arrived after the roles were handed out! How could he possibly have been-" The person in question breaks off when everyone starts to stare. "Metagame analysis," they mutter. "Sorry."

 

Vanion has been modified. It is now day two. 10 players, 6 votes to lynch.

[Quibby]

*stares distantly at the scene*

 

Well... I used to live in a funeral home, but I've never seen anything like this... That's just... ewww... I mean... *trails off into gagging noises*

[Zylazlo-]

He didn't do any harm to anyone, why would it be him? And why so gory, whoever this was is pretty psycho

[Winter Mist]

*is as pale as Winter Mist and turns her head away, unable to look*

 

The Late Vanion...

[Kati]

Hmmm this is taking a long time...

[Vanion]

*is a corpse*

 

--Wow... didnt see that one coming lol--

[Nevare]

That . . . doesn't look pleasent. Did anyone see? Was anyone awake? That's . . . wrong . . . no one should look like that.

It seems as though it's even more important than ever to figure out who the killer is. I mean . . . that could be us. *pauses and looks at Vanion's corpse* Two of us *another pasue* three of us are down. If we don't stop this- well I wouldn't like to think about it. In the intrest of getting us out of this alive I vote Quibby. He's been quieter than most of us and he was supporting just waiting for night. I'm not saying I think he did it. But I am saying he seems to be the most unlikely and therefore the most likely. We have to choose someone. Sorry Quibby.

[Quibby]

Not a problem; quite understandable, actually. The quiet guy is the one you've always gotta watch. However, while you're watchin' this quiet guy, one of the not-so-quiet guys is already plottin'.

 

I don't remember being the first advocate, nor the loudest advocate for going to night. I'm lookin' at you here, Dude... I was the only one that made it an official vote. If it'll make you feel any better, I'm voting for Quibby.

[Raena]

Now, people, let's not be rash. Why would anyone want to kill Vanion? Was it something he said or did? He voted for goldeneys. Where is goldeneys? He hasn't said anything lately.

 

Though Nevare seems so sure that Quibby did it.