Feel free to interpret my editorializing in whichever way you wish.
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
Originally Posted by TosaInu
At times I read back my own posts [...]. It's not always clear at first glance.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. However, this wouldn't last. Soon, despite the fear-inducing events of yesterday, the daily hustle and bustle - yes, there was even hustle and bustle in the Kingdom of Peace and Love - would begin. People would fire up their car engines, ready to go to work, would start to blast music as they did their gardening chores, would unload their trucks and set up their vending stands for the day.
One of these vending stands happened to be an ice cream cart, a nice throwback to the days of old and down on the beach, a perfect exemplar of the Frontroom's charming quaintness that made it so attractive to many. The first person to pass it by was Maria, who, while not buying an ice cream, noticed that the cart was unmanned. Instead, it had a very odd antenna sticking out of it and a speaker attached to it, playing a catchy jingle:
"Man, this takes me back to my childhood," Maria said to herself, as she kept walking, eventually out of sight out of the ice cream cart. Maria tried to put it out of her mind, but for some reason that cart and that jingle brought back some good memories. Maybe she would go get one on the way back after all, especially if that cart was manned by then. But then Maria noticed something odd. While the ice cream cart was well out of sight by now, the jingle was as loud and strong as it had always been.
Shaking her head, Maria started walking slightly faster. The jingle was catchy and nostalgic and all, but all good things had their limits, and this jingle was rapidly approaching its own. Still not looking back, Maria walked on determinedly ahead.
Three minutes later, the jingle was still there.
Very freaked out by now, Maria somehow worked up the nerve to look back, and there it was: the ice cream cart, still unmanned, still with that antenna, still - obviously - with the speaker that was pumping out that now-nightmarish jingle. If such a thing was possible for an ice cream cart the size of your standard grocery store shopping cart, it even seemed to be staring poor Maria down. The two looked at each other for a moment, Maria and the unmanned ice cream cart, and then Maria bolted.
With the jingle still playing in the background, a new noise was added to the mix: the RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of the cart's engine (engine?) firing up and kicking into high gear. Somehow the cart produced an exhaust pipe and black smoke started spewing out of it, indicative of the massive amount of horsepower that the ice cream cart was now producing. Poor Maria didn't have a chance. The cart ran him down without mercy, again and again, until Maria was lying motionless on the ground, her blood mixing with the cart's leaking vanilla.
Several blocks away, the mafioso, armed with a pair of binoculars and a remote-controlled device, simply laughed as he closed up the antenna.
On the other side of town, Christopher thankfully did not have to deal with the Motorized Ice Cream Cart O' Doom. However, he had other problems on his hand. Settling down to eat at his favorite sandwich shop, Christopher instantly realized on the first bite that something was horribly wrong. His usual Italian, which he had been faithfully eating from this same exact store for four years straight, tasted, for the first time, different. And not in a good way, either. His stomach was starting to hurt.
Looking around for signs of change in the hoagie joint, Christopher spied behind the counter, somebody he had never once seen before in this shop. He looked very much out of place, spotting a full chef's uniform complete with the ridiculous white hat that would be common for five-star French bistros, but not local sandwich shops. He probably wore this to signify that he was the chef, Christopher reasoned. In any case, the new "chef" would get an earful from one of his best customers, seeing as this was probably his first day and his track record was 0-for-1.
Christopher got up from his seat, stumbled, clutched his stomach, and lurched the rest of the way to where the "chef" was standing.
"'scuse me," he said, "but I'm not exactly a first-time customer here, and I have never had a sandwich that didn't agree with me as much as this one right now. Is there anything different you put in it from what the last, uh... chef... did?"
The "chef" looked down at him, smiling. "Yes," he said. "Poison."
Christopher blacked out.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay folks," he said, "so it looks like yesterday didn't end up so hot, since we still had two more kills today. That's okay though, because there were two mafiosi after all and we only executed one, and it stands to reason that the mafiosi probably didn't off each other, since they're working together and all..." He trailed off, which gave one of the villagers a convenient reason to interrupt him.
"About that," the villager said, "if we all know that there are two mafiosi attacking us, how come we're only executing one person per day?" Several townspeople shouted their agreement.
"Yes," said JuJuBee agreeably, "Indeed, this is a question that the great thinkers of our time could spend some serious energy on, but for now we have work to do. Today, we have to avenge the deaths of Maria, better known as Visorslash, and Christopher, born as johnhughthom. Come on guys, I know you can do this!" And with that, JuJu retired to his office.
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Still alive: (31)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent
Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Visorslash
Beefy187
Greyblades
Renata
Csargo
Populus Romanus
B_Ray
White_eyes:D
Jolt
Captain Blackadder
Seon
glyphz
Ibn-Khaldun
Death is yonder
Askthepizzaguy
Diamondeye
TheLastDays
Crazed Rabbit
Ignoramus
ArpeggiateTHIS
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
Winston Hughes
Kagemusha
issaikhaan
a completely inoffensive name
autolycus
robbiecon
Earthling
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ashurnasirpal II
Sigurd
johnhughthom
Andres
It is now Day 2! Since I'm sick of doing writeups at 6:30 in the morning after I get off work, this round will be slightly longer than normal, ending at 14:00 US Eastern Time on Wednesday. Get to it!
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
Originally Posted by TosaInu
At times I read back my own posts [...]. It's not always clear at first glance.
Djeez, that dude in my avatar really has a face that invites people to chop wood on it. I'm starting to dislike myself because of that annoying face. What a jerk.
Djeez, that dude in my avatar really has a face that invites people to chop wood on it. I'm starting to dislike myself because of that annoying face. What a jerk.
Rocco is an ugly brute, but let's not let the bandwagon pick up too much speed just yet, in case we change our minds. I'll vote:Furio, rage isn't what we need most right now.
Thanks to this anonymous account, I can now try out my revolutionary, super cunning tactic to stay alive until end game in a vanilla mafia.
In order to stay alive, I will behave scummy, call myself suspicious and generally be a pain in the behind for my fellow townies.
Yes, that must be a very good tactic.
Connie is ugly so she must die. I'm ugly too and my avatar has a very arrogant look on his face, but I must not die,because, well, because I'm me, of course. I don't want to die. But I don't mind somebody else to die. And Connie is ugly. In fact, you're all ugly. But I'm the only ugly one being me and I'm the only one worthwhile to keep alive.
Rocco is an ugly brute, but let's not let the bandwagon pick up too much speed just yet, in case we change our minds. I'll vote:Furio, rage isn't what we need most right now.
Why would you change your mind? What has poor Furio ever done to you?
Rocco is an ugly brute, but let's not let the bandwagon pick up too much speed just yet, in case we change our minds. I'll vote:Furio, rage isn't what we need most right now.
Too much talkin, goomba. You actin like you got principles or somethin.
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