Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. Like many villagers, Seamus Fermanagh had been up all night, although his forced insomnia had a purpose aside from defending himself from any possible attack. He was actually trying to find the scourge of the town.

He had been at his computer for the past several hours, inputting all the data of who was killed, etc. But most importantly, he had a list of names on that computer. A list of suspects. He had put a large amount of work into that list and was quite confident with his results, but the problem would be keeping it out of the mafia's hands.

Another thing stored on that computer, equally (if not more) important, was some data that he knew the mafia would kill for. It was this reason why he had moved his trusty handgun to his work room from its usual hiding spot where it was difficult for anyone to access, especially in a time of need.

An alert Seamus heard a doorknob being turned. Someone was trying to enter his house via the front door! He was expecting nobody, so that left only one real possible outcome.

He could hear loud footsteps nearing his location. This mafioso obviously was concerned about speed over secrecy. However, he was slightly too late, and when he entered the work room he found Seamus, his target, pointing a handgun at him.

He smiled. Jackpot.

"It ends here, mafioso," he said triumphantly. "You'll never get it - it would be foolish to think you would."

However, the mafioso smiled at this, which unnerved Seamus. "Seamus, Seamus, Seamus," he said, almost in the tone one takes when chiding a child, "We've known each other for quite a long time now, and you know as well as I do that I'm no fool."

Seamus said nothing. Obviously this mafioso was bluffing. He hoped.

"You don't think that gun is actually loaded, do you? I made sure of that when I broke into your house (secretly, of course) while you were out working earlier. I couldn't take what I needed, since your computer was pretty well-encrypted, but now you've been so kind to just access what I need for me." During this last speech, Seamus started to sweat more and more. At the last "me," he erupted.

"ENOUGH," he yelled, "Stop bluffing!"

He fired his gun.

Click.

Damn.

The mafioso chuckled. "Well, you've outlived your usefulness to me, Seamus," he said bemusedly. "I can't have you running around telling everyone who I am, now can I?" He said this while fixing a silencer on his own gun.

Seamus, in a last desperate attempt, reached for a button on his laptop that would shut everything down. However, the mafioso was too quick, and Seamus was dead before he could do anything.

The mafioso walked over to the laptop, eyeing the names listed. Taking the laptop (still on) with his left arm, he pulled out a cell phone with his right and proceeded to dial a number.

"Yes, everything's going to plan. Let's pay Redleg a visit. You know why."

Meanwhile, the pale mafioso was sitting in his home, reading the newspaper about the previous night's lynching. The paper had given Sigurd a nice obit and everything. Shame, really. However, he couldn't finish the article as his phone rang.

"...okay, I'll pay him a visit."

Thirty minutes later, Redleg woke up. He felt rather dizzy, so it took a little while before he realized that the buzzing sound was his doorbell ringing. He stumbled towards his front door, still half-dreaming. He had been paid a visit by that familiar nightmare, the one that had been haunting him for years. Although he had quit the Marine Corps ages ago, the spirits of those dead children still haunted him.

Finally, he reached the door, absentmindedly opening it. Mistake. If he was fully aware of what he was doing he never would have done that.

"Cable guy," said the pale man at the door, "There was a call about your television a while ago. I'm here to fix it."

Redleg wasn't buying it. "I didn't call for any cable guy," he protested. "I don't even have cable, I cancelled my subscription a while ago." The mafioso just grinned.

"Come on Redleg, don't act stupid. You know who I am."

Redleg took another look at the pale man, now fully awake. His eyes widened. "B-but... what? It's y-YOU? How is it possible?"

The mafioso chuckled. "Heh, you were stupid to believe that I couldn't swim. Well, I got news for you - you were fooled. I am an excellent swimmer, I just faked it. But enough about water. Let's get down to business. You made a big mistake working together with Seamus. Oh, you Marines always like messing around with stuff which is above your heads. So foolish, so unnecessary, so... deadly."

Redleg was panicking now. "I swear, Seamus hasn't told me anything about it yet, he doesn't trust me enough! I swear!" Redleg was pretty spooked at this point. No, "spooked" doesn't cut it. "Terrified" is a better choice.

The mafioso let this sink in for a minute. "Good point, I daresay Seamus wouldn't be so trusting..."

Redleg was getting a bit of his color in his face back, this was going fairly well. "So, let's just call it a day then, I'd never tell anyone about this, I won't reveal your identity. On my word," he added subtlely.

That last bit caught the mafioso's attention. "You'd never reveal me, eh ? On your word? Nice try sucker, but the last time I trusted someone on his word was when my boss promised me a raise, which he never give me. I had to kill him, you know." The mafioso said this with a slight smile.

Redleg quickly lost the little color he had regained in his face. He was even paler than his soon-to-be killer. The mafioso continued, not really caring about Red's facial condition.

"So, no. I'm afraid we can't come to an arrangement. Pity." A trigger was pulled, and the number of living villagers in the Frontroom decreased by one. The living pale man went home.

Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut gathered the remaining (and there were few) villagers to the town center in order to make an announcement.

"Gentlemen," he began, "by continuing to choose wrongly you seal your own fate. If you wish to break this trend of going home only to come back tomorrow, I suggest you choose properly this time." With this ominous words, voting began once again.

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Still alive: (12)
Kagemusha
Sasaki Kojiro
Stig
Ichigo
Pannonian
Crazed Rabbit
Reenk Roink
CountArach
ByzantineKnight
AndresTheCunning
Dutch_guy
Kommodus

Wrath of God:
Ignoramus
Lord Motep of Kendermore
Warluster
JimBob
Fenring
pevergreen

Killed:
UltraWar
Omanes Alexandrapolites the Idiot
Zalmoxis
Orb
Rythmic
sapi
Sir Boo
Sir Moody
ChuggtheSquirrel
Faust| (replaces Destroyer of Hope who suicided)
Seamus Fermanagh
Redleg

Executed:
HughTower
discovery1
Caius Flaminius
Xiahou
Sigurd Fafnesbane