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  1. @Ithillian Turambar

    @keyholder21

     

    You now know noone will ever trust the Cop in DM Mafia ever again LOLOLOLOLOL way to end DM Mafia for The W.....in so proud lololololol

     

    Great Game @Darthe

    Sorry @dicetosser1 I believed you ❤️ 

    I tried doing this exact same play years ago has a Willing slank mate who was all for it....Mod said no it was against WinCon.....sadface.gif.....but im so proud to say my brainchild idea worked!!!!!....even tho it prolly just killed DM MAFIA LOLOLOLOLOL 

     

    WELP BACK TO RETIREMENT SO NOONE CAN BLAME ME!!!!!!!  LOLOLOLOLOL 

  2.   On 4/30/2025 at 12:21 AM, Darthe said:

    The station was shrinking in the rear-view mirror when Jacobs finally spoke.

    “No more bullshit.”

    John said nothing.

    “You’re gonna tell me exactly who’s after you, what’s coming, and why we’re risking federal prison just driving you out of there.”

    John leaned his head back against the glass. He looked tired in a way that didn’t come from lack of sleep. He took a long breath, eyes half-closed, like he was weighing which knife in the drawer would hurt the least to hand over.

    “They’re cleaning house,” he said at last. “That’s what this is.”

    Jacoby frowned. “What house?”

    John looked at him. “Ours. What’s left of it."

    He pulled something from his coat pocket—a small, scorched flip phone. He held it like it was sacred.

    “This was Hummingbird’s. I stayed with him after the others left. We fought, he fell, and he bled out. I told you that. What I didn’t tell you is... it rang. After.”

    Jacobs and Jacoby said nothing. John continued.

    "I must've sat there half the night after the fight with Poe. I'd killed before, but this was different.  This felt like murder."  John reached over to a bag of his stuff Jacobs had retrieved for him on the way out.  Inside was an old flip phone, almost as dirty as he was.  

    He held it like it was sacred.

    "I told you about our fight, but I didn't tell you what happened afterwards.  This was Hummingbirds - Poe's - phone.  No lock.  No web access.  It's been off since that day." He held down the power button until a screen flicked to life.

    Jacobs and Jacoby stayed quiet.  

    "It rang... Hours after the fight.  Flash probably thought he was calling his friend.  I couldn't answer it, so I left it for voicemail.  Listen."

    The slightly flattened sound of a recorded voice filled the cabin.  

    "HB it's Flash.  The Agency knows our house is not in order.  Cleanup is in route, I've got to get out of this goddamned hospital.  This is important man, listen to me.  The families, they're a red herring.  They might even be cover.  Dusty and I had it about cracked yesterday.  Jesus man, can't believe he's gone.  Anyhow, you know the way Dusty gets sidetracked, but the boy's a genius.  This whole damned thing's Agency work.  The timelines, the activities.  We're a test.  Keep your head down buddy, and watch out for the old heads. Hammer especially.  If we've got people inside they aren't traitors, they're loyalists.  We're just a proving ground for whatever the f-" The next sound was a clatter, as if the phone fell to the floor.  Footsteps, growing closer, and then breathing.  A moment later the recording ended

    John cut the phone back off and popped out the battery.

    Jacoby was wide-eyed. “He didn’t die in the explosion?”

    John shook his head. “Not right away. But someone made sure he didn’t leave that hospital alive. Finished the job quiet. Clean. He figured out more than we were supposed to know, and paid the price.”  He stared down at the phone like it might come back to life.  "And he died for it.”

    Jacobs kept his eyes on the road. “You said they’re cleaning house.”

    “They are,” John replied. “Anyone tied to the original ops. Anyone who knew how deep this thing went. They're not just burning evidence. They're erasing the concept of what we were.”

    Jacoby leaned in slightly. “You mean the CIA?”

    “No, not the whole Agency anyhow. The people we worked for don’t wear badges or carry clearance cards. They're working in the Agency, but they don't really consider themselves part of it. Independent. Untraceable. They’ve taken the blueprint and gone dark with it.”  Jacobs didn't answer. But the silence told John he’d gotten their attention.

    “You asked what I need,” John said. “I need time. That’s all. Time to find the last of my people before the other side does.”

    Jacobs exhaled through his nose. “You think any of them are still out there?”

    John looked out at the wet forest rolling past them, dark and endless.  After a moment he nodded.  "They have to be."

    "The other team?"

    A nod.  "There were a number left, but if they survived they'd have gone dark.  These guys, they stay off-grid on purpose.  We had a drop point after Cape Town, and unfortunately I made it there too early.  Right place, wrong time."  John grimaced, again wincing at the wound in his side.

    Jacoby understood though.  "Your fight with the local gangs was an accident wasn't it?"

    John nodded.  He didn't need to explain any more, they were starting to get the measure of him now. He wasn't the strongest, or the smartest, but he had an edge that other people lacked.  He didn't crack.  He didn't run.  He endured.  And now, it was time to find his team.

     


    Cape Town, Four days ago.

    The wind screamed in off the Atlantic, carrying rain that came in sideways sheets. The pier was half-submerged, water rushing through shattered wood planks and broken metal fencing. Smoke twisted into the sky from a wrecked vehicle smoldering near the shipping containers.  Bottom’s boots slipped on the wet concrete as he dragged one of his team members—Strummer, maybe, or Slacks—back behind cover. Bullets sparked off the metal around them. Shadows moved in the dark, shapes that ducked and weaved too fast, too precisely.  He keyed his radio, voice tight and hoarse.

    “They were ready for us.  We’ve been setup!”

    Another burst of fire pushed him down behind cover.  As he surveyed the scene, he saw his team pinned at every corner.  Then, a low rumble behind him. The roar of an engine. Bottom turned to see Hammer’s commandeered flatbed burst through the container maze, headlights blazing like judgment. The team surged forward behind it, rallying in the light, their fire coordinated now, cutting through the darkness with purpose and fury.  One by one, the enemy fell.  By the time the smoke cleared, Hammer stood in the rain with steam rising from his gear, chest heaving, his side bleeding through his shirt—but standing.  Somehow, the pier was theirs.

    Zander - Mike Lowrey - Will Smith - Bad Boys, Town Vanilla has been killed.

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    It is now Day. You have 48 hours.

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    Glglglglgl Town 

  3.   On 4/29/2025 at 7:17 PM, LilyElizabeth said:

    Leelou told me to come by and say hi. So, here I am. I don't even have time to get on DM every day, let alone play mafia, but I definitely remember the old days fondly. If you reply to this either tag me or quote me, so I'll know you did.

     

    PS - vote for Verb, cuz he's usually mafia and it's fun to watch him squirm. 

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    Hey Lily hope all is well!!!!

     

    Tell Eld I said hi and pop in if he can please!!!!

  4.   On 4/29/2025 at 1:36 PM, DPR said:


    Why be sad? Nobody expected to get through the game without a mislynch or two - it’s just part of the process. 


    Lol, people getting emotional is a distraction. It happens to everyone- that’s part of the game, of course, but Heavy will be back for next game and we can all do it again. 
     

    Until then, our priority is to figure out a way to get Verbal to STFU 🤣

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    I said maybe you should after that Wild Goose Chase lolololol 

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