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Mafia TBT Mafia XI: Person of Interest END
- Thread starter Trent the Paladin
- Start date
coach me plz
oath2order
#Porygon2024
So far I'm pretty sure I've got four players who need coaching and then three volunteers for coaching.
The game will go up within the next two to three hours. Players who requested coaches may not get them right away until I confirm every volunteer is on board and possibly find more.
The game will go up within the next two to three hours. Players who requested coaches may not get them right away until I confirm every volunteer is on board and possibly find more.
Day 1
"It's a cold night here in New York City, if you're out there walking up you better bundle up! It's a chilly 26 degrees (F) all over the place, but now here's some tunes for the drive home! You're listening to 94.7 NASH FM!"
Trent turned down the volume on his phone, he always enjoyed walking home from work even on the coldest of days. Never a dull moment in New York after all, it's such a lively and bustling city. He was looking forward to going back to his apartment, his girlfriend had called to say it was pasta night, their favorite. But lately something had been bugging him, he has this feeling he was being watching constantly and the leaked documents about the "Northern Lights" project didn't help. The news that the government spying on its citizens wasn't really what bugged him, he felt like he was being watched by actual human beings and occasionally turning around to see a similar black truck roll by didn't ease his concerns.
"It's nothing," he thought, "I'm just some IT tech with a few clearances to maybe get somewhere, but it's not something I tell people."
Dead wrong. A black van came screeching up, men in masks snatched the poor techie into the van with ease. A potato sack thrown over his head, hands ziptied together and hit with the butt of a rifle. When he came to he was in a storage locker, staring up at the ceiling. Restrained, he heard a buzzing noise. One of the masked men from earlier stood over him pointing the barrel of the gun directly at his forehead.
"Order sir," he barked to someone Trent couldn't see, probably in the other corner of the room.
"Saw the hand off before killing him, then burn the unit with the body. We've got everything we need, no need for loose ends, especially a traitor to freedom."
"Traitor? No I just help maintain Government networks, who you guys, CIA? You got me, please just let me go," Trent begged but his plea fell on deaf ears as he was gagged. He screamed and went into shock from the pain, from the pain he found only peace.
Trent the IT Specialist needed a hand.
DAY ENDS JUNE 2 AT 5:00 PM EST (-5), IF MAJORITY IS NOT REACHED THE PERSON WITH THE MOST VOTES WILL BE LYNCHED. DAY WILL NOT END EARLY IF MAJORITY IS REACHED EITHER.
"It's a cold night here in New York City, if you're out there walking up you better bundle up! It's a chilly 26 degrees (F) all over the place, but now here's some tunes for the drive home! You're listening to 94.7 NASH FM!"
Trent turned down the volume on his phone, he always enjoyed walking home from work even on the coldest of days. Never a dull moment in New York after all, it's such a lively and bustling city. He was looking forward to going back to his apartment, his girlfriend had called to say it was pasta night, their favorite. But lately something had been bugging him, he has this feeling he was being watching constantly and the leaked documents about the "Northern Lights" project didn't help. The news that the government spying on its citizens wasn't really what bugged him, he felt like he was being watched by actual human beings and occasionally turning around to see a similar black truck roll by didn't ease his concerns.
"It's nothing," he thought, "I'm just some IT tech with a few clearances to maybe get somewhere, but it's not something I tell people."
Dead wrong. A black van came screeching up, men in masks snatched the poor techie into the van with ease. A potato sack thrown over his head, hands ziptied together and hit with the butt of a rifle. When he came to he was in a storage locker, staring up at the ceiling. Restrained, he heard a buzzing noise. One of the masked men from earlier stood over him pointing the barrel of the gun directly at his forehead.
"Order sir," he barked to someone Trent couldn't see, probably in the other corner of the room.
"Saw the hand off before killing him, then burn the unit with the body. We've got everything we need, no need for loose ends, especially a traitor to freedom."
"Traitor? No I just help maintain Government networks, who you guys, CIA? You got me, please just let me go," Trent begged but his plea fell on deaf ears as he was gagged. He screamed and went into shock from the pain, from the pain he found only peace.
Trent the IT Specialist needed a hand.
DAY ENDS JUNE 2 AT 5:00 PM EST (-5), IF MAJORITY IS NOT REACHED THE PERSON WITH THE MOST VOTES WILL BE LYNCHED. DAY WILL NOT END EARLY IF MAJORITY IS REACHED EITHER.
Clara Oswald
Soufflé Girl
My first mafia game has started! This is exciting. Again I apologise for being slow and stuff
Poor IT Specialist guyAll gagged and kidnapped and stuff.
Not to mention dead..
He isn't dead! It said he needed a hand, not that he was murdered. Such dark thoughts, LittleBeary </3
"He screamed and went into shock from the pain, from the pain he found only peace."
#Dead
You aren't at peace while sleeping/unconscious? T__T
Superpenguin
Penguins! <3
Nightmares.
Well, he's obviously not having any.
