You Can't Win-Small Game [Concluded]

[Beefy187]

Im sad that I died but Im happy that I got nothing to worry about now.

Just gotta concentrate on two more mafias.

[Yoyoma1910]

Night 2 write up coming shortly

[Thermal]

I suspect I'll be murdered tonight gentlemen and her....

[Thermal]

While I'm still alive I will do this


FoS: Yoyoma

[Yoyoma1910]

While I'm still alive I will do this


FoS: Yoyoma

This isn't an AskThePizzaGuy game.

[Thermal]

you said players can vote against who they want, even donkeys and flying fugal fish

[Yoyoma1910]

That is true, however, if I were to lynch myself there would be no host to run the game.


Then I suppose no one really would win.

[Quintus.JC]

Aries died, looks like the mafia became shaky with his 'claimed powers'

Vote: ATPG

[Yoyoma1910]

End Night Two

After the death of Rebel George, things continued on as before. The police, if they were around, hadn't seemed to "step in" on the party yet. Perhaps they hadn't noticed the goings on, being too busy planning out their nice pensions.

Soldier Johnnie had gotten drunk on the back of a wagon, a large riffle laying by his side. He passed out, and when he awoke, he was well into town. He staggered off the wagon, and looking down, found an old shinny golden piece of Spanish bullion. "Truly," he thought, "I am just one lucky SOB!" He used the piece to get himself a room at one of the local hotels, where he cleaned up and enjoyed a bit more of Dr. Hall's company.

Irish Annie spent another night in a bar on the edge of town, living out her life as she chose to live it.

Tex, a long and tall man, who had come up from a south easterly direction, was somewhere between the camp and the town, his eyes were skimming the line when a bush began to speak.

"Hey, psst. Man with the stash. Over here."

Tex looked over, and pulled out his pistol, but it was too late. The lead entered his left side, piercing his lung and heart. His last breaths were gasps. His last thoughts were that he would no longer have to worry about all those gambling debts. His bones were not found for another 80 years, when some construction workers, laying a foundation for a house, uncovered them.

In the morning, screams could be heard from the room in the old hotel where Rebel George had slept. Several of the gang ran upstairs to find Jack Black, dead as dead could be. His neck showed signs of strangulation, and his tongue hung comically useless from his mouth. In one hand he held Rebel George's journal, and on the middle finger of his other hand sat a shinny new brass ring. Across his forehead someone, or something, had branded the phrase "777 8 Beef." Whatever that meant.

Apparently, Jack Black had been Beefed.

Irish Annie, when she finally saw the scene, began screaming about her zombie apocalypse predictions. Had the dead come back to haunt Black, or had he been the one haunting the dead?


Livin':

Quintus.JC
Caius
YLC
Andres
Tiberius of the Drake
Siguard
CountArach
ATPG
Reenk Roink


Deaded:

187Beefyz
Sarathos
boudica
777Aries777


Begin Day Three

You have 48 hours.

And remember, you can always send in your night actions early.