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Mafia Island Madness - Town Wins
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voltairenism
the mac propaganda representative
good point ur right
Geoni
You're doing great!
I feel like the game would be easier if he was town lol but yeah I'm leaning more wolf here.
the game is easier if he flips mafia which he is about to do
DON;T EVEN JOKE
voltairenism
the mac propaganda representative
mafia i would like to let you know you still can totally milk a chop on me tomorrow. please i hate obs
DinoTown
Festive Fossil
Raymond had always been hard-working, and by his relatively young age, he was still one of the richest people living on the island. But… his day-to-day job didn’t cover most of it. So… where did all that extra income come from? Raymond had a little secret. He sold videos of himself dancing in a maid dress on the internet.
That’s how Tom had dug his claws in. As much as Raymond revelled in his riches, his method of earning it was like an ugly birthmark he never wanted to show anyone. But somehow, somehow, that sneaky Tanuki had found out. And Tom threatened to expose Raymond’s dirty little secret to all his friends. So Raymond had agreed. He’d always told himself that if anyone found out, he’d have to kill them, anyway.
But the discussion had not gone in his favour that day, and his tactics had not seemed to work. Claiming to be a doctor, to want to help - but Vesta had already made the same claim, and the others weren’t so keen to believe that not one, but two of their friends had been hiding a medical degree from them the entire time. So he admitted he lied, and instead tried to claim to be an ex-policeman. No-one really believed that, either. Not after the first lie.
So they dragged him in front of Tom Nook and forced him on his knees. Raymond looked up at Tom, who shook his head in disappointment. “They found you out, didn’t they?”
“I… tried…”
“Not hard enough,” Tom said. He reached into his pocket, and Raymond sucked in a breath, expecting a knife, or a gun. It wasn’t. It was simply his NookPhone. Tom ignored Raymond for a minute and tapped away on the little device. Just as he tucked the phone away again, the pockets of all the villagers, including Raymond’s, buzzed.
Whitney pulled her phone out and opened whatever Tom had just sent them all. “Oh god… Raymond, what is this?”
“W-What?” Raymond asked. Whitney turned up the volume on her phone, and before she’d even turned it to show him, he knew what he was going to see as he heard his own voice singing coming out of the phone. The others were looking at their own phones now, laughing, or looking at Raymond with disappointment, some disgust at the video on their phones.
“Why?” Raymond asked, looking up at Tom, feeling tears well up in his eyes.
“My game. My rules. Whitney, everyone, do you mind taking a good, maybe, fifteen steps back from our dear Raymond here?”
Everyone complied, moving back from Raymond. Nook did so too, leaving Raymond knelt in the centre of a big circle.
“Pull out your phone, Raymond,” Tom said. Raymond, not knowing what else to do, complied.
How Tom managed to steal Raymond’s phone, no-one understood. How he re-made it into a small bomb, no-one knew either, but everyone was left feeling horrified, impressed, and horrified that they felt impressed with what little was left of Raymond after the smoke cleared.
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That’s how Tom had dug his claws in. As much as Raymond revelled in his riches, his method of earning it was like an ugly birthmark he never wanted to show anyone. But somehow, somehow, that sneaky Tanuki had found out. And Tom threatened to expose Raymond’s dirty little secret to all his friends. So Raymond had agreed. He’d always told himself that if anyone found out, he’d have to kill them, anyway.
But the discussion had not gone in his favour that day, and his tactics had not seemed to work. Claiming to be a doctor, to want to help - but Vesta had already made the same claim, and the others weren’t so keen to believe that not one, but two of their friends had been hiding a medical degree from them the entire time. So he admitted he lied, and instead tried to claim to be an ex-policeman. No-one really believed that, either. Not after the first lie.
So they dragged him in front of Tom Nook and forced him on his knees. Raymond looked up at Tom, who shook his head in disappointment. “They found you out, didn’t they?”
“I… tried…”
“Not hard enough,” Tom said. He reached into his pocket, and Raymond sucked in a breath, expecting a knife, or a gun. It wasn’t. It was simply his NookPhone. Tom ignored Raymond for a minute and tapped away on the little device. Just as he tucked the phone away again, the pockets of all the villagers, including Raymond’s, buzzed.
Whitney pulled her phone out and opened whatever Tom had just sent them all. “Oh god… Raymond, what is this?”
“W-What?” Raymond asked. Whitney turned up the volume on her phone, and before she’d even turned it to show him, he knew what he was going to see as he heard his own voice singing coming out of the phone. The others were looking at their own phones now, laughing, or looking at Raymond with disappointment, some disgust at the video on their phones.
“Why?” Raymond asked, looking up at Tom, feeling tears well up in his eyes.
“My game. My rules. Whitney, everyone, do you mind taking a good, maybe, fifteen steps back from our dear Raymond here?”
Everyone complied, moving back from Raymond. Nook did so too, leaving Raymond knelt in the centre of a big circle.
“Pull out your phone, Raymond,” Tom said. Raymond, not knowing what else to do, complied.
How Tom managed to steal Raymond’s phone, no-one understood. How he re-made it into a small bomb, no-one knew either, but everyone was left feeling horrified, impressed, and horrified that they felt impressed with what little was left of Raymond after the smoke cleared.
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Shawo was eliminated.
Their role was:
You now have 24 hours to submit any night actions. Day 2 should begin at 4pm EST on the 26th - night kills are a little harder to pre-write depending on when mafia submits their kill so if I am late I apologize. If I am severely late, I will amend EOD/EON time accordingly.
Their role was:
voltairenism
the mac propaganda representative
thread still open Pepega
DinoTown
Festive Fossil
SHUSH I KNOW I'M SLOW
DinoTown
Festive Fossil
The next victim sat on their front porch that evening, wrapped in a jacket. They kept a small knife hidden away in a pocket. No way they were letting someone get the jump on them, not like Daisy, found dead in her own home…
No. This one was prepared. This one was ready. When they heard the strange tapping noise coming from the side of the house, they jumped to their feet and withdrew the knife, marching around the side of the house, determined to catch a killer.
Only no-one was there. In their confidence that no-one was gonna be able to sneak up on them... that’s exactly what happened. Something collided with the back of their head. They felt their knees buckle beneath themselves, collapsing to the ground.
The final thought that went through the victim’s mind would be that they would never wake up again, but that was wrong. They slowly came to… to find themself in a near pitch black room. They were tied to a chair and they could barely move. The only light in the room was a thin streak of moonlight that cut through the curtains, falling on a wooden table across the room. It had a single picture frame on it. The victim had to strain their eyes to see it, but they could just about make out two people in it. One, they didn’t recognise, but the other… they felt heavy and sick, as if they had a stomach full of stones as they realised which of their friends had betrayed the whole island. The scene in the picture was happy, but the victim felt nothing more than anger now, staring at the large nose of the traitor in the image.
The door creaked open. They weren't alone anymore.
“You took your time,” They snapped, wanting to call them by name, but the word was like poison on their tongue.
“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I’ll get this over with quickly.”
“This way!” A voice called from outside. Both the victim and their would-be killer turned. Through the curtains, a sudden gathering of lamplights could be seen. “They were here, the attacker can’t have gone far!”
“No…” The killer said, grumbling swear words under their breath. “Alright. You won’t get a second chance like this, be thankful.” They raised their hand, which in the weak light appeared to be holding some kind of blunt object, and struck their victim over the head with it. Once again, the world went black.
They awoke to find themselves in a house that wasn’t their own, covered in blankets and half their head bandaged. They looked over to find a friendly face washing their hands in the sink.
“You saved me…” They muttered.
“I did,” the doctor said, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, offering a cup of water. “Can you tell me what you remember about last night?”
“I was… at home. I heard a noise and went to investigate… they snuck up behind me.”
“And after that? We found you in the middle of nowhere, not outside your house. Do you remember who attacked you?”
Despite thinking long and hard about the missing time… there was nothing. “I…. I don’t know.”
“That’s alright,” the doctor said, smiling and taking their friend’s hand, giving them a comforting squeeze. “You’re alive, that’s what matters most.”
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No. This one was prepared. This one was ready. When they heard the strange tapping noise coming from the side of the house, they jumped to their feet and withdrew the knife, marching around the side of the house, determined to catch a killer.
Only no-one was there. In their confidence that no-one was gonna be able to sneak up on them... that’s exactly what happened. Something collided with the back of their head. They felt their knees buckle beneath themselves, collapsing to the ground.
The final thought that went through the victim’s mind would be that they would never wake up again, but that was wrong. They slowly came to… to find themself in a near pitch black room. They were tied to a chair and they could barely move. The only light in the room was a thin streak of moonlight that cut through the curtains, falling on a wooden table across the room. It had a single picture frame on it. The victim had to strain their eyes to see it, but they could just about make out two people in it. One, they didn’t recognise, but the other… they felt heavy and sick, as if they had a stomach full of stones as they realised which of their friends had betrayed the whole island. The scene in the picture was happy, but the victim felt nothing more than anger now, staring at the large nose of the traitor in the image.
The door creaked open. They weren't alone anymore.
“You took your time,” They snapped, wanting to call them by name, but the word was like poison on their tongue.
“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I’ll get this over with quickly.”
“This way!” A voice called from outside. Both the victim and their would-be killer turned. Through the curtains, a sudden gathering of lamplights could be seen. “They were here, the attacker can’t have gone far!”
“No…” The killer said, grumbling swear words under their breath. “Alright. You won’t get a second chance like this, be thankful.” They raised their hand, which in the weak light appeared to be holding some kind of blunt object, and struck their victim over the head with it. Once again, the world went black.
They awoke to find themselves in a house that wasn’t their own, covered in blankets and half their head bandaged. They looked over to find a friendly face washing their hands in the sink.
“You saved me…” They muttered.
“I did,” the doctor said, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, offering a cup of water. “Can you tell me what you remember about last night?”
“I was… at home. I heard a noise and went to investigate… they snuck up behind me.”
“And after that? We found you in the middle of nowhere, not outside your house. Do you remember who attacked you?”
Despite thinking long and hard about the missing time… there was nothing. “I…. I don’t know.”
“That’s alright,” the doctor said, smiling and taking their friend’s hand, giving them a comforting squeeze. “You’re alive, that’s what matters most.”
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No-one died last night.
You now have 48 hours to submit any day actions, as well as vote on the person you would like to eliminate next. Day 2 will end at 4pm EST on the 28th of September.
You now have 48 hours to submit any day actions, as well as vote on the person you would like to eliminate next. Day 2 will end at 4pm EST on the 28th of September.
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Damniel
Openly Wolfing
my my epona you had a root canal but youre within network so i took care of it 
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thank god. i lied about my N1 role i actually protected myself lol. i had no choice here
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