The first day of voting was a distant memory, Chief of Police Beirut mused as he oversaw the procedures once again. Gone, most of all, aside from the people themselves, was the liveliness, the activity. Even removing the fact that the Frontroom, with tonight's execution, would be down to less than one third of its usual capacity, the people just seemed... distant. Inactive. Not really paying attention.
That, Beirut knew, would be the ultimate victory for the mafia.
So, he reasoned, it was time to take matters into his own hands. After collecting the (extremely light) ballot box, he went through it. Of course, the votes were few.
"All right," he said. "Hands up. Who all voted?"
Five hands rose.
"And how many of you voted for an actual person?"
One dropped.
"And how many of you voted for the person to be lynched, AKA FactionHeir?"
One more dropped.
"So," Beirut said, "Three total. Three out of five out of thirteen. This is pretty friggin' pathetic, if you ask me. These are your lives we're talking about here and you're content to sit back and do nothing. I mean, I've heard more from voices in the wind than you chumps. You want to sit back and get killed? Fine! I'll do it for you! FactionHeir, get up here!"
FH, who had been, for his part, fairly active in the voting process if not the voting itself, complied, hoping that Beirut's anger at the townspeople would somehow get him out of the execution. He stared at the Chief of Police, nervous but still trying to convey a willing and helpful expression.
"FactionHeir," Beirut said, "I want you to demonstrate what happens to people when they don't take part in the voting process. In case, in their obvious stupor, they've forgotten what has happened to their dear friends over this past week. What awaits us ALL if we don't start picking up the pace." He shoved a gun into FH's hands and whispered into his ear, pointing at various people in the audience.
FH gave Beirut a questioning look, but the Chief of Police simply nodded. FH shrugged, and without further pause he pointed and shot Caius, Tiberius of the Drake, and Kommodus in the head. All three went down, shocking the rest of the villagers. For the first time, FH spoke.
"There, Beirut," he said, voice slightly quivering. "I've done what you asked. I've helped, I hope, get the town to be more active in the voting process. Since I've done you a favor, do you think I could... you know... get off?"
Beirut simply laughed. "My dear FactionHeir, while they may have only done so in a whisper, the town has spoken. You do have the most votes." And before FH could say anything, or even groan, in reply, Beirut pulled an axe out, seemingly from nowhere, and decapitated his victim.
"I hope you've learned your lesson today," the Chief of Police said. "Time to go home."
Day 7 tally:
FactionHeir: 3 (Gaius Scribonius Curio, Beefy187, Kagemusha)
Beefy187: 1 (FactionHeir)
Abstained: 1 (KukriKhan)
Didn't vote: Everyone else.
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Still alive: (9)
Ichigo
makaikhaan
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Sarathos
Beefy187
KukriKhan
Kagemusha
discovery1
Suicide/Wrath of God:
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Mithrandir
Fenring
Lord Winter
georgeman51
Caius
Tiberius of the Drake
Kommodus
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
LittleGrizzly
TevashSzat
Crazed Rabbit
woad&fangs
Rythmic
Quintus.J.Cicero
shlin28
RoadKill
CountArach
Joe Monks
Executed:
Privateerkev
Elite Ferret
peverpink
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro
Seamus Fermanagh
FactionHeir
PMs please. Elite Ferret is hereby banned from Mafia IX. There will be an announcement come the start of next day phase.
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