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CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Votecount:
CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK- 1: Yellow Magic
JJJ7- 2: Wildwes, Unity
Not voting- 4: Seiromem, Takyon, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Day 3 ends ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT. That's roughly 27 hours from now.
With 7 Alive, it takes 4 to hammer.
CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK- 1: Yellow Magic
JJJ7- 2: Wildwes, Unity
Not voting- 4: Seiromem, Takyon, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Day 3 ends ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT. That's roughly 27 hours from now.
With 7 Alive, it takes 4 to hammer.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Votecount:
Not voting- 7: Seiromem, Takyon, Unity, Yellow Magic, Wildwes, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Day 3 ends ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT. That's roughly 46 hours from now.
With 7 Alive, it takes 4 to hammer.
Not voting- 7: Seiromem, Takyon, Unity, Yellow Magic, Wildwes, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Day 3 ends ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT. That's roughly 46 hours from now.
With 7 Alive, it takes 4 to hammer.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Asleep, he felt the world falling into itself. Clouds covered the globe, like hands grasping an eyeball. There are always voices in the distance. He wondered if they were more awake than him. He always had trouble sleeping:
“This ones no good, he's not it.”
“Will he do?”
“No. I can't appreciate the smell.”
“The needles are already in place. What's to be next?”
“Oh, I'll manage something... here, give me a hand.”
A soft, squezing noise was heard in Bart's bedroom, and just like that, the lights went out for him. There is no point screaming at a lost cause, but it's hard not to scream when you realize you're trapped in your own head. And so the man without eyes screamed, howled and cried from the top of his lungs. He lunged himself out of his bed, and sloppily stumbled out of the front door, leaking all over the place, forgetting about his killers entirely. He threw himself around, filled his sockets with dirt. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” he screamed. Villagers gathered like crows to a soldier or doctors performing a lobotomy. They saw him still rolling on the floor. His popped eyesacks hung from little threads in his sockets. His mouth was spead permanently, with the lips curled at the sides, like a surgical instument had pried it open. His voice became shrill and coarse as he screeched 'Nnnnnoo! Nnnnnnnnoo!!' and he furiously punched at the air above him. The others tried to ask him to identify the killer- but what good is reason to someone standing in front of the gates of hell? Eventualy his screaming would turn into sobbing. His sobbing would turn into wailing. Even I can't tell you whether this was some long-felt trauma of his, or if he had forseen this day all of his life: the day they would come to lock him inside. If you spend your life scrambling inbetween nightmares, then what could scare you more than eternal night? Thus he had tricked himself to think that he could outrun death, and now reality was setting in. The belltower in the distance. “NO! Don't leave me alone with them!” he curved his back inwards and with cracking voice uttered “They are ALWAYS watching me sleep. I DON'T want to go with them!
They are always”
...
And the world was no smaller without him. A couple of streets down was an empty bedroom. Isrieri normally slept there. Right there, right that night he said goodbye to his limbs, but there wasn't much evidence left to testify. A scruffy bulldog was lying on it's side, his belly bulking out unnaturally, a still look in its eyes, a tiny stream of blood running from its mouth. Someone had locked Isrieri in with the beast, and let the rest unvold. Overwhelmed with the rampand forces consumption that governed the village, that govern the world to this day, the animal had given it. It ate until there was no more, and it itself fell over and died. The old beast had not survived Hanomura but the world wasn't any smaller without it.
(to be continued...)
Bart_Sol was kiled on Night 2! He was Houndmaster, a “One-shot Vigilante”. He was Town-alligned.
About the Houndmaster:
Isrieri was killed by a Vigilante on Night 2! He was a Villager, a “Vanilla”. He was Town-alligned
Day 3 starts now and ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT.
“This ones no good, he's not it.”
“Will he do?”
“No. I can't appreciate the smell.”
“The needles are already in place. What's to be next?”
“Oh, I'll manage something... here, give me a hand.”
A soft, squezing noise was heard in Bart's bedroom, and just like that, the lights went out for him. There is no point screaming at a lost cause, but it's hard not to scream when you realize you're trapped in your own head. And so the man without eyes screamed, howled and cried from the top of his lungs. He lunged himself out of his bed, and sloppily stumbled out of the front door, leaking all over the place, forgetting about his killers entirely. He threw himself around, filled his sockets with dirt. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” he screamed. Villagers gathered like crows to a soldier or doctors performing a lobotomy. They saw him still rolling on the floor. His popped eyesacks hung from little threads in his sockets. His mouth was spead permanently, with the lips curled at the sides, like a surgical instument had pried it open. His voice became shrill and coarse as he screeched 'Nnnnnoo! Nnnnnnnnoo!!' and he furiously punched at the air above him. The others tried to ask him to identify the killer- but what good is reason to someone standing in front of the gates of hell? Eventualy his screaming would turn into sobbing. His sobbing would turn into wailing. Even I can't tell you whether this was some long-felt trauma of his, or if he had forseen this day all of his life: the day they would come to lock him inside. If you spend your life scrambling inbetween nightmares, then what could scare you more than eternal night? Thus he had tricked himself to think that he could outrun death, and now reality was setting in. The belltower in the distance. “NO! Don't leave me alone with them!” he curved his back inwards and with cracking voice uttered “They are ALWAYS watching me sleep. I DON'T want to go with them!
They are always”
...
And the world was no smaller without him. A couple of streets down was an empty bedroom. Isrieri normally slept there. Right there, right that night he said goodbye to his limbs, but there wasn't much evidence left to testify. A scruffy bulldog was lying on it's side, his belly bulking out unnaturally, a still look in its eyes, a tiny stream of blood running from its mouth. Someone had locked Isrieri in with the beast, and let the rest unvold. Overwhelmed with the rampand forces consumption that governed the village, that govern the world to this day, the animal had given it. It ate until there was no more, and it itself fell over and died. The old beast had not survived Hanomura but the world wasn't any smaller without it.
(to be continued...)
Bart_Sol was kiled on Night 2! He was Houndmaster, a “One-shot Vigilante”. He was Town-alligned.
About the Houndmaster:
Every night-phase, you have the option of targetting another player to kill. You can do this by sending a PM to me stating the name of your target. You cannot cancel after you sent your PM.
The following morning, it will be announced publically that your target was 'killed by a vigilante'.
You can only use your ability once. Even if your target is killed by another source that night, you still can't re-use it.
You win when all Cannibals are dead.
Your pet best friend hasn't been so well lately. He had been acting up, getting louder and louder and more and more aggressive. You thought it was just a phase, untill one day he snuck into the the chicken shed and...
you had never seen any animal act like that. Still, you couldn't find it in your heart to put the old beast down, and so you kept him locked away in the basement, while occasionally throwing a lump of pork down there to keep him quiet. Suppose you would... let him off the leash for just a little bit?
The following morning, it will be announced publically that your target was 'killed by a vigilante'.
You can only use your ability once. Even if your target is killed by another source that night, you still can't re-use it.
You win when all Cannibals are dead.
Your pet best friend hasn't been so well lately. He had been acting up, getting louder and louder and more and more aggressive. You thought it was just a phase, untill one day he snuck into the the chicken shed and...
you had never seen any animal act like that. Still, you couldn't find it in your heart to put the old beast down, and so you kept him locked away in the basement, while occasionally throwing a lump of pork down there to keep him quiet. Suppose you would... let him off the leash for just a little bit?
Isrieri was killed by a Vigilante on Night 2! He was a Villager, a “Vanilla”. He was Town-alligned
Day 3 starts now and ends Thursday September 18th, 17:00 GMT.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
To be completely honest, Theo had a bit of a loud personality, everybody was aware of that. He would often dramatise things, he always wanted to be in the center of attention... Of course the villagers took it with a grain of salt when he start acting up, screaming incomprehinsbly. He kept jerking his legs around, trying to free himself from the rope rope like a madman. This was mere childish behavior. It had to happen, he knew that just as well as anyone else. There was no need to make such a fuss over it...
Although the two (Theo and Majoracan) looked neat and well rounded up hanging side by side, the townies decided the time had come to take safety measures. And so they cut Theo's left arm off ass well, just to be extra safe.
(to be continued...)
Theo appeared in this lore fragment because he was lynched. It was written beforehand, refering to whomever would die on day 2.
TheoDutch was lynched on Day 1! He was a Secretly Craving Villager, a “Turncoat”. He was Town-alligned.
About the "Turncoat":
Final Votecount:
Theo_Dutch- 6: Yellow Magic, Wildwes, Isrieri, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7, Bart_Sol
Yellow Magic- 1:Theo_Dutch, Unity
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Takyon- 0:Isrieri, Wildwes, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK , JJJ7 Isrieri
Wildwes- 0:Isrieri, Yellow Magic
Bart_Sol- 0:CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
Not voting- 2: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon
Night 2 starts now and ends Tomorrow 17:00 GMT. Please PM me your Night actions before then.
Although the two (Theo and Majoracan) looked neat and well rounded up hanging side by side, the townies decided the time had come to take safety measures. And so they cut Theo's left arm off ass well, just to be extra safe.
(to be continued...)
Theo appeared in this lore fragment because he was lynched. It was written beforehand, refering to whomever would die on day 2.
TheoDutch was lynched on Day 1! He was a Secretly Craving Villager, a “Turncoat”. He was Town-alligned.
About the "Turncoat":
When alive, you have no special abilities.
You win when all Cannibals are dead.
However, should you be killed at night by the Cannibals, you won't die. Instead, you will become a Cannibal yourself! You will then win when the Cannibals outnumber the Villagers.
If you die by any other cause (such as being voted for by Town) you will simply die, and win when Town wins.
You win when all Cannibals are dead.
However, should you be killed at night by the Cannibals, you won't die. Instead, you will become a Cannibal yourself! You will then win when the Cannibals outnumber the Villagers.
If you die by any other cause (such as being voted for by Town) you will simply die, and win when Town wins.
Final Votecount:
Theo_Dutch- 6: Yellow Magic, Wildwes, Isrieri, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7, Bart_Sol
Yellow Magic- 1:
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Takyon- 0:
Wildwes- 0:
Bart_Sol- 0:
Not voting- 2: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon
Night 2 starts now and ends Tomorrow 17:00 GMT. Please PM me your Night actions before then.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Votecount:
Theo_Dutch- 5: Yellow Magic, Wildwes, Isrieri, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Yellow Magic- 1:Theo_Dutch, Unity
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Takyon- 0:Isrieri, Wildwes, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK , JJJ7 Isrieri
Wildwes- 0:Isrieri, Yellow Magic
Bart_Sol- 0:CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
Not voting- 3: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon
Day 2 ends Monday September 15th, at 17:00 GMT. That's 19 hours from now!
With 10 alive, it takes 6 to hammer.
Theo_Dutch- 5: Yellow Magic, Wildwes, Isrieri, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK, JJJ7
Yellow Magic- 1:
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Takyon- 0:
Wildwes- 0:
Bart_Sol- 0:
Not voting- 3: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon
Day 2 ends Monday September 15th, at 17:00 GMT. That's 19 hours from now!
With 10 alive, it takes 6 to hammer.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Votecount:
Theo_Dutch- 1: Yellow Magic
Takyon- 2:Isrieri, Wildwes, CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK , Isrieri, JJJ7
Yellow Magic- 1:Theo_Dutch, Unity
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Bart_Sol- 1: CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
Wildwes- 0:Isrieri, Yellow Magic
TheoDutch- 0:Isrieri
Not voting- 4: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon, Wildwes
With 10 alive, it takes 6 to hammer.
Theo_Dutch- 1: Yellow Magic
Takyon- 2:
Yellow Magic- 1:
Isrieri- 1: Theo_Dutch
Bart_Sol- 1: CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
Wildwes- 0:
TheoDutch- 0:
Not voting- 4: Bart_Sol, Seiromem, Takyon, Wildwes
With 10 alive, it takes 6 to hammer.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
author=unityhonestly, I'm not really sure myself xD trange things happen when I start improvising.
Libs is sick, and she saw my interest in playing, so she asked if I wanted to trade places. I guess I've taken over her body in this game, if I understood the narration correctly? Either that or she went insane, and I'm the new personality? Or something XD
Day two has been extended to Tomorrow at 17:00 GMT. That's 23 hours from now!
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
I am amazed at the low percentage of people who are currently voting. A Day two lynch can't possibly be based on just 2 votes. Perhaps if some mayor disagreement going on, yet there hasn't that much discussion either.
I'm going to consider extending the phase by another day, and allow for supplementary discussion, especially since Unity might have a thing or two to say.
I'm going to consider extending the phase by another day, and allow for supplementary discussion, especially since Unity might have a thing or two to say.
CRUSHING FINGERS - MAFIA (The end of the story)
Liberty was alone...
The air in the the shed was damp and cold. Just an hour before it had been bustling with angry villagers, but now it was quiet. Their endless arguing had made them pithless and peckish, so they had gone and slaughtered some pigs for dinner, as a sort of consolation. Liberty, however, was not hungry, and so there was clearly something wrong with her. She had stayed behind to reflect on this flaw, and had been staring Clae's body displayed sitting against the wall, next to Majoracan, on his string. Her conclusion: she had better blend in, and act like anyone normally would, if she wanted to live. She started to walk towards the exit, to join the others. Things had turned out to be more comlicated than she had predicted. 'What would my parents do, in a situation like this' she thought. But that was silly, because she didn't have any parents- nobody in Hanomura did, as far as she knew. 'That's strange' she stopped. A sense of surrealness was starting to take hold of her. The sound of bell's ringing was always in the background, even though Hanomura had no church. To keep oneself sane, it's vital to practice ignoring them -yet she was rebelling. She was starting to listen to them. She also could hear the constant swinging of the pendulum, although there was none in the shed. She noticed Clae was snapping his jaw, although he wasn't, really. When she looked down, and saw the abyss below her feet. 'I have to escape' she thought while walking up to the wall. If everyone in Hanomura wanted to die, then they had to. But she was different, she realized now, because she was afraid. There had to be an escape for her.
Bam.. She smacked her forehead against the wall. Where had everyone's parents gone?
Bam! She kept at it. Where there any real people living here? Had she eaten them? Blood was dripping into her eyes, it stung.
BAM! Does Hanomura exist? Does it!? Why do all the important questions not have answers. 'I don't want live like this, but I don't want to die.'
BAAAMM!
A loud, shredding, cracking noise was heard that originated fromeither the fortified wooden wall breaking, her skull cracking, or both. Her body bounced onto the ground, like a ragdoll. She herself had pictured it falling to the hole. An undifinable period of time crept by (it could have been hours, the villagers liked to take their time for dinner), and then her body got up, and started dragging it's feet around.
'wha. whathas. whatis. whatisthiswheream. why. whywould. why. whyme. why.'
Her eyes fell on Clae and Majoracan. She let out a final:
'who...'
and then she stumbled out of the shed, and finally joined the others.
Liberty was replaced by Unity on Day 2!
Welcome, Unity! You can now start posting in here.
The air in the the shed was damp and cold. Just an hour before it had been bustling with angry villagers, but now it was quiet. Their endless arguing had made them pithless and peckish, so they had gone and slaughtered some pigs for dinner, as a sort of consolation. Liberty, however, was not hungry, and so there was clearly something wrong with her. She had stayed behind to reflect on this flaw, and had been staring Clae's body displayed sitting against the wall, next to Majoracan, on his string. Her conclusion: she had better blend in, and act like anyone normally would, if she wanted to live. She started to walk towards the exit, to join the others. Things had turned out to be more comlicated than she had predicted. 'What would my parents do, in a situation like this' she thought. But that was silly, because she didn't have any parents- nobody in Hanomura did, as far as she knew. 'That's strange' she stopped. A sense of surrealness was starting to take hold of her. The sound of bell's ringing was always in the background, even though Hanomura had no church. To keep oneself sane, it's vital to practice ignoring them -yet she was rebelling. She was starting to listen to them. She also could hear the constant swinging of the pendulum, although there was none in the shed. She noticed Clae was snapping his jaw, although he wasn't, really. When she looked down, and saw the abyss below her feet. 'I have to escape' she thought while walking up to the wall. If everyone in Hanomura wanted to die, then they had to. But she was different, she realized now, because she was afraid. There had to be an escape for her.
Bam.. She smacked her forehead against the wall. Where had everyone's parents gone?
Bam! She kept at it. Where there any real people living here? Had she eaten them? Blood was dripping into her eyes, it stung.
BAM! Does Hanomura exist? Does it!? Why do all the important questions not have answers. 'I don't want live like this, but I don't want to die.'
BAAAMM!
A loud, shredding, cracking noise was heard that originated fromeither the fortified wooden wall breaking, her skull cracking, or both. Her body bounced onto the ground, like a ragdoll. She herself had pictured it falling to the hole. An undifinable period of time crept by (it could have been hours, the villagers liked to take their time for dinner), and then her body got up, and started dragging it's feet around.
'wha. whathas. whatis. whatisthiswheream. why. whywould. why. whyme. why.'
Her eyes fell on Clae and Majoracan. She let out a final:
'who...'
and then she stumbled out of the shed, and finally joined the others.
Welcome, Unity! You can now start posting in here.
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