Post 443 of main thread.
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. The reason for this quietness was because the mafioso had not revved up his chainsaw yet, a fact that he was about to change.
*BBBBRAPITA BBBBRAPITA BBBBRAPI-BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
Salvatore, who was closest to the racket, awoke with a start, turning to open the window and yell out, but then he found out another unpleasant truth a second later - he physically could not move, as being tightly strapped into your bed with roughly an entire roll of duct tape keeping you down would be enough to do that to you. Grimacing, Salvatore wondered who had committed this childish prank on him over the night. Had he voted for anyone in the previous days who had taken it personally? Was it just someone screwing around?
In any case, Salvatore forgot all about the consistent sound of the chainsaw as he tried to shimmy out of his duct tape prison. Despite all of Salvatore's efforts, it had little effect. His hands were his first priority, obviously, and he went to work on them, moving, back and forth, trying desperately yet still deliberately to provide even more of a half an inch of breathing room for his wrists, would be enough for him to get his hands free. If his hands were free, then the rest of the escape would come easier.
Five extremely difficult minutes later, Salvatore finally provided himself enough space where his hands could be of some use to him. Salvatore took a breather, wondering who on earth hated him to much to tie him up like this over the night. It was a pretty elaborate prank, after all -
The house rumbled. Suddenly, Salvatore remembered the chainsaw. Was somebody - was somebody actually trying to cut the house down on him? Stupid stupid stupid, he knew he should have sprung for an actual foundation when he bought the place years ago instead of just buying wooden stilts. But hey, it was a lot cheaper, and the economy was a lot worse back then, and he was looking for a job anyway, and -
*rumble CRASH!!!* The mafioso had finished his work.
There was similar "renovation" work that was happening on the other side of town. Paulie, who lived by the seaside, was also woken by a very loud noise that signified work of the malicious sort being done on his house. Unlike Salvatore, however, Paulie did not have to be meticulously duct taped to his bed in order to for the work to be completed while uninterrupted. For while Salvatore's house was done in by a simple chainsaw, the forces against Paulie's house were three bulldozers, lined up side-by-side, collectively packing enough force to push Paulie's house straight into the sea.
As Paulie, unhurt but in utter shock, paddled around his increasingly-flooding house, trying to make sense of what exactly happened, he noticed a crash through the window. In his rather compact room - which was still open to the sky, thanks to the bulldozers - he finally got an answer in a seal, which swam up to his broken window and entered the "room".
The first thing that Paulie noticed was that the seal, while still cute and adorable, was wearing something odd. It almost seemed like a helmet, perhaps even with a radio transmitter on the top of it. This use of this transmitter had to be practical, as it certainly didn't make the seal animal beauty contest material (if there even *were* beauty contests for seals). The seal was also carrying something. When Paulie stopped dog-paddling (he had never learned how to swim properly), he saw what it was - a bottle of gasoline. The seal emptied it right on him, and then swam away.
Cursing, Paulie tried to struggle away, but it was a losing battle. Not only did his lack of swimming skill hinder him in this effort, but there was also simply too much rubble. The gasoline was not helping things, either. He "swam" for about two minutes, accomplishing nothing aside from tiring himself out. And then, he saw it. Up in the air. A seagull, also wearing one of the helmets with the antenna on it. Carrying a flaming torch. Right above him. Which the seagull dropped. Right on top of -
FOOM.
A few buildings away, the mafioso once again put away his radio-controlled device and walked away, chuckling.
Later that day, Chief of Police JuJuBee gathered everyone into the Frontroom square in order to make an announcement.
"Okay everyone," he said, "So it looks like we have two more deaths today. Salvatore, also known as Ashurnasirpal II, died when his house collapsed on him. Additionally, Paulie, who you know as B_Ray, died when, uh, *his* house collapsed on him and he was lit on fire. By, uh, a seal and a seagull. Yeah, I'm going to have to look into this. In the meantime, you guys all know what to do, so do it!"
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Still alive: (20)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Frank
Fredo
Giorgio
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Sonny
Vincent
Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)
Visorslash (Maria)
johnhughthom (Christopher)
issaikhaan (Furio)
Death is yonder (Carlo)
Seon (Fingers)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (Big George)
Earthling (Nick)
Csargo (Mickey)
Ashurnasirpal II (Salvatore)
B_Ray (Paulie)
Executed:
Jolt (Pedro)
Andres (Rocco)
Chaotix (Joe)
Sigurd (Claudia)
Centurion1 (Connie)
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It is now Day 6! Voting will last for approximately 24 hours.
WOG Warning: Emilio, Frank, Luciano. PMs are going out now. I no longer have replacement players lined up either.
Re: Mafia X: Information and summary thread
Originally Posted by TosaInu
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