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[seireikhaan]

Post #4,065 of main thread.

"In 666 there lives a Mister Miller
He's our local vicar and a serial killer
Ohhhh if you find the time please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood, my neighbourhood
My, my, my beautiful neighbourhood, my neighbourhood
My, my, my beautiful neighbourhood
Who lives in a house like this?
Who lives in a house like this?
They want to knock us down cause they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this you know it's hard to survive
So you'd better come prepared cause they won't take us alive"
...Neighbourhood
...Space


Fifteenth Night -- The Streets of Fatlington


For Erebus, it was a long night’s walk. He departed the council in a bit of a hurry, wanting to get home quick to avoid getting caught in any mob war crossfire. But it seemed that someone had their sights set on him. He was striding across an empty street when a lone man emerged from the shadows, standing in his path. A knife gleamed in the darkness. Cautiously, Erebus started to saunter to his left, down the other street. The man started to pick up his pace to follow. But he kept a slow pace, seeming content to follow. When Erebus hit the cross-section, the man stood upright, and waited. And waited… and waited… When Erebus was well off in the distance, it finally occurred to the man that whatever grand strategy he had planned was not going to come to fruition.


Gibsons stared back at the odd man before him. He was lurking at one of Fatlington’s seedier bars tonight, hoping to lay low. But an irate poker player has marched over and started accusing him of signaling the man’s opponents. Gibsons merely inched backwards on his seat, trying to get some space. “Look, I don’t know anyone here. I’m just t trying to enjoy my night. Now… if you’d kindly go back to your game, I’m sure you could enjoy yours a bit more too, right?”

“Oh, this is more than just poker, bud. There’s a whole lot more, I think you’ll find.” The man pulled a hidden knife from his coat, and swung his arm in an arc, bringing the knife with full force right at Gibsons’ exposed face. Gibsons winced, recoiling backwards, waiting for the sweet kiss of death.

“Now now… , what’s this? No need to get this poor guy involved, right?” Gibsons opened his eyes, and saw the other three card players behind the enraged man, one holding the man’s arm and twisting it backwards. The one holding the arm nodded to Gibsons. “Now, why don’t you move on, fella?” Not needing to be told twice, Gibsons picked himself up, and bolted from the tavern without a second thought.


Renata was strolling leisurely down her home street. She was pretty close to home, and it had been a quiet night over. She hadn’t heard the usual echo of gunshots or vehicles skidding. She pulled up to her porch, sighing. The quiet seemed almost unbecoming of Fatlington. But she couldn’t quite contain a grin when she heard the click of a shifting gun barrel behind her. She turned slowly, hands raised. “So, that’s how it is? Just coming for me? Is that why it’s been so quiet?”

Two men in trench coats stood a few feet before her. One in the back was flipping a silver coin to apparently pass the time to himself. The other held a pistol to her at point blank range. “Can’t speak for the rest of the mobs, but yeah… we’re coming for you. And it’s time to-“ the man’s words were interrupted when a shot rang out in the night, and the pistol went flying out of the man’s hands. He cursed, a small spatter of blood going flying. The two immediately began to fall back, heads swiveling to find the gunner. In the dark of night, they couldn’t see anything. A second shot rang out, piercing through the gunmen’s fedora and blowing it off his head. He felt the breeze of the bullet blow past his hair. Still baffled, the two panicked, and immediately scampered into the shadows.


Kennigit was just hoping for a relatively stress-free night. His walk home had been quiet. The streets seemed so much quieter than previous. He had to admit to himself, in spite of tempting fate, that it seemed hopeful he could get his wish. He found himself at a crosswalk. He peered left, then right. Back, then forward. He couldn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything. Breathing a sigh of relief, he trotted out from the sidewalk. Not three steps out, a man emerged from the shadows, wearing a smart suit and fedora. Kennigit froze on the spot. How’d he miss him?

“There you are. Sorry, no time for pleasantries, but you need to die. It is time for me to reclaim my honor!” The man leaped at Kennigit, pulling a butcher knife from inside the coat. Kennigit managed to unfreeze himself enough to stumble backwards, away from the first strike. But he tripped over his own heels. The man stood over him, a maniacal grin on his face as he raised the knife, ready for the final blow. But for a moment, his face froze up. Three more figures were approaching from down the street, each dressed in identical pinstriped suits and Baretta handgun. Now wait a minute, he missed them too?

“I think your welcome is outstayed,” the center gunmen drawled. “Think you should be on your way now, before you make a decision you’ll regret. Now, don’t that seem wise?” The knife wielding man growled for a moment, before admitting defeat and scampering away down the other direction. Kennigit sighed. At least it was all over…

Well, at least for the moment. As soon as he picked himself up, he could hear a rumbling down the street. A vehicle could be heard, but not seen, coming from the direction the maniac had departed. The three gunners readied their attention, and raised their firearms in the direction. The rumbling grew louder. Finally, a black car, with the headlights off, came into sight at the last second, and screeched to a halt. Both passenger and driver door opened, a shadowed figure emerging from each. A tommy gun could be seen in their hands. But neither had time to do much, as they found themselves under a barrage of Barettas. Each figure ducked back into the car, which immediately came to life. The headlights came on at last, temporarily blinding the four folks in the street, giving the car the perfect opportunity to escape.


09:07AM, Sunday, 13 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey


"So.... yeah. That was it. Honestly." Commissioner Fermanagh sorted back through his notes to double check. "Anyways. For your postmortem results. We found that your lynch choice, Crazed Rabbit, was a made man in one of the mafia families. Not a high ranking person, but still a crucial element of their efforts. Meanwhile, for those who fell in the night. Like the Rabbit, Lewwyn was made mafioso. Unfortunately, both Monk and Yaropolk were fairly innocent townspeople, in spite of their lackadasical approaches to mob hunting."

The Commissioner sorted his notes back into a single pile, then picked up the gavel.

"Alright, folks. We had a pretty successful night. Now, let's try and carry that over to the lynch. Let's keep up the momentum and drive them all out!" With his bit finished, the Commissioner handed things over to Director Askthepizzaguy to kick the day's events off.


OOC

Day Sixteen begins. You are voting to lynch.

Phase ends:

Scan results will be out in a few minutes. Kill/protect results will probably wait until morning, eg about 6 hours or so. As always, PM me if you are expecting a promotion.

Please continue to vote. Sending night orders alone will not be enough to save you from the WOG.

Attacked = 58: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11, n12), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6, n15), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10), qlyphz (n10, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15)

Wounded = 21: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11), Scottishranger (n13), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14)

Killed = 59: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma (n14), guiri (n14), Psychonaut (n14), Scienter (n14)


Lynched = 15: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15), The Stranger (d15)

Wogged = 4: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4)

Added: Autolycus (d4)

Active:

Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, B Ray, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BillMc, BSmith, Chaotix, Clitsome, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II