(Sorry, real life has been a bit hectic for me over the past couple days. I don't have time to go back and do a nice write-up for the last phase.)

With the most essential Evil Base facilities completed, the next phase of construction shifted over to providing more comfortable living quarters for the henchmen. The henchmen were very morose; installing beds and living facilities for over a hundred people only emphasized how their group had dwindled in size. There were now only seven remaining, and that increased the workload on each of them. The boredom of assembling flat pack furniture with Allen wrenches soon got to one pair of workers.

"What the is this?" exclaimed one of the henchmen. "Mikea? Have we really performed so poorly that we only deserve a Chinese Ikea knock-off?"

He started in to a minor rant, expressing similar disgruntlements with the way CR and Kage were treating their crew. Eventually, the quieter henchman chimed in. "You know, perhaps we would all be sleeping on king-size Tempur-pedic mattresses tonight if we actually put some thought into this situation."

The complainer scowled at this comment. "Who are you to lecture me, dumb? You're doing no better than anyone else. What do you know?"

The quieter henchman smiled pleasantly. "You may possibly hope to evade the Force of all that hath been said, and to screen false Principles and inconsistent Reasonings, by a general Pretence that these Objections and Remarks are Metaphysical. But this is a vain Pretence. For the plain Sense and Truth of what is advanced in the foregoing Remarks, I appeal to the Understanding of every unprejudiced intelligent Reader. To the same I appeal, whether the Points remarked upon are not most incomprehensible Metaphysics. And Metaphysics not of mine, but your own. I would not be understood to infer, that your Notions are false or vain because they are Metaphysical. Nothing is either true or false for that Reason. Whether a Point be called Metaphysical or no avails little. The Question is whether it be clear or obscure, right or wrong, well or ill-deduced?"

The lecturer put his Allen wrench down and started pacing around the room. "Although momentaneous behavioral deviations, nascent and evanescent scumminess, WIFOM of all Degrees, are in truth such shadowy Entities, so difficult to imagine or conceive distinctly, that (to say the least) they cannot be admitted as Principles or Objects of clear and accurate Science: and although this obscurity and incomprehensibility of your Metaphysics had been alone sufficient, to allay your Pretensions to Evidence; yet it hath, if I mistake not, been further shewn, that your Inferences are no more just than your Conceptions are clear, and that your Logics are as exceptionable as your Metaphysics. It should seem therefore upon the whole, that your Conclusions are not attained by just Reasoning from clear Principles; consequently that the Employment of modern Analysts, however useful in idealized and unrealizable Constructions, doth not habituate and qualify the Mind to apprehend clearly and infer justly; and consequently, that you have no right in Virtue of such Habits, to dictate out of your proper Sphere, beyond which your Judgment is to pass for no more than that of other Men."

By this point, the other henchman had stopped all of his work and was just glancing warily at his partner. The speech continued. "Of a long Time I have suspected, that these behavioral Analytics were not scientifical, and gave some Hints thereof to the Public about five Years ago. Since which time, I have been diverted by other Occupations, and imagined I might employ my self better than in deducing and laying together my Thoughts on so nice a Subject. And though of late I have been called upon to make good my Suggestions; yet, as the Person, who made this Call, doth not appear to think maturely enough to understand, either those Metaphysics which he would refute, or Analytics which he would patronize, I should have spared my self the trouble of writing for his Conviction. Nor should I now have troubled you or my self with this Address, after so long an Intermission of these Studies; were it not to prevent, so far as I am able, your imposing on your self and others in Matters of much higher Moment and Concern. And to the end that you may more clearly comprehend the Force and Design of the foregoing Remarks, and pursue them still further in your own Meditations, I shall subjoin the following action..."

At this point, the lecturer stopped dead in his tracks and stood stock still in the middle of the room. The complainer watched for about 30 seconds, but the lecturer was frozen like stone. Eventually the complainer got up and approached his static colleague. He look closely at the man's face, but everything looked normal. As he started to circle his statuesque co-worker, he noticed something odd and looked more closely. There was a second mouth on the man's posterior. It smiled and said, "Boo!"

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The henchmen were all sleeping in their newly assembled bunks when Kage and CR walked into the room, banging on trashcan lids with truncheons. "Alright you maggots! Time to rise and shine! It's another fine day here in beautiful Antarctica, and we're going to practice a little discipline here today."

Kage tossed something on the ground in the middle of the barracks. It was a bloody fedora, which everyone recognized as belonging to Rocco.

CR began pacing up and down in front of the bunks. "Today, you will learn to kill. So far, you have all been cowardly victims, letting yourselves get eaten by our friend, Mr. Thing, each and every single night. So far, you have failed to apprehend him, and now time is running short." CR pointed his truncheon at each of the remaining henchmen in turn. "Today, you will find your enemy and you will kill him. You will tear him apart with your bare hands and stomp on the remains until it is goo! Failure to do this..." he gestured at Kage, who was picking his teeth with a foot long combat knife, "will be punished."

"So..." grinned CR. "Who shall die today?"

Day 6 will end in:


Alive: (6/17)
[MAFIA] Frank
[MAFIA] Luciano
[MAFIA] Nick
[MAFIA] Sonny
[MAFIA] Vinny
[MAFIA] Vito

Killed:
[MAFIA] Bertha (N1)
[MAFIA] Fat Tony (N2)
[MAFIA] Paulie (N3)
[MAFIA] Bobby (N4)
[MAFIA] Silvio (N5)
[MAFIA] Rocco (N6)

Lynched:
 [MAFIA] Salvatore (D1)
[MAFIA] Bugsy (D2)
[MAFIA] Emilio (D3)
[MAFIA] Johnny (D4)
[MAFIA] Luigi (D5)