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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 14, 2008 9:22:43 GMT -5
There were policemen and reporters crowded around Hok's house the next morning, which is kind of like saying the Dark Mark was hanging over her manor. Sure enough, her body was carted down the staircase under a sheet while the policemen investigated the upstairs bathroom. It was a mess. There was water all over the floor, the shower curtain had been pulled off its rings... and a smoking toaster lay in the bathtub. "It seems Hok has fallen victim to one of the great hazards of modern technology," the Host commented. He and the couple of burly guys were there on the front lawn, as were the remaining townspeople. "If only she had seen fit to do her toasting over a pile of burning logs instead of in a toaster, maybe she would have been saved. On the other hand, she could just have easily been hit over the head with a burning l--" "We've got another one dead!" came a shout from upstairs. Another body came down in a cart. This one hadn't been covered yet with a sheet, and the townspeople could see that it was Vaxx. A bullet hole had taken out part of his stomach, by the looks of it. "Found him in the bedroom," was the report of one of the policemen. "We're searching to see if the gun was left behind." "Well, well," the Host said. "Seems like the Vigilante was able to do some business this evening. I wonder how he or she knew to come to Hok's house...?" Someone began rolling a sheet over Vaxx's body. HOK IS DEAD! VAXX IS DEAD!* * * THE FIFTH DAY HAS BEGUN!Votes! And if the Brewer wants to brew something, I have no objection.
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Post by EvilLamb101 on Jan 14, 2008 15:02:37 GMT -5
Well it seems that the mafia decided to let the miracle happen and I'm still alive, which makes me even more suspiscious as to them let this happen, and so the only one to try and do this as to let the suspision be on someone else must be Kuro, as he was the one I was having my little argument with in the last day.
Vote: Kuroboom
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Post by Kuroboom on Jan 14, 2008 15:11:26 GMT -5
Funny how you see things. The way I see it is that you are the last mafia member alive. I'm sure you killed Hok as retribution for her switching her vote yesterday. Her vote would have tied the vote and saved your sister. The mafia always make people pay for insulting them, do they not?
I think it's time to end this. Lamby must die so that the mafia threat can finally be eradicated!
Vote: Lamby
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Post by EvilLamb101 on Jan 14, 2008 15:42:13 GMT -5
Funny, cos Lee died the night after he had an argument with you so I don't see how you can make an argument like that unless you would know first hand. From what I'm guessing, I'm the last innocent alive and you and Ocelot are definately Mafia in my eyes.
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Post by Ocelot on Jan 14, 2008 16:17:51 GMT -5
Lamby you have played your games long enough this is for all those you have killed. Pikachu, Lee, Pope, Hok all your deaths were not in vain! You retribution is now! No silly accusations no ranting this is it! THIS IS IT!!
VOTE: LAMBY, THE LAST MAFIA MEMBER THATS ACTIVE!!
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Post by Kuroboom on Jan 14, 2008 18:17:15 GMT -5
My argument is that you got butt hurt when we greased your sister for being mafia and then took it out on Hok because her vote is the one that condemned her. I don't see how my disagreement with Lee is relevant.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 16, 2008 15:21:23 GMT -5
"Well, I think it's pretty clear to everyone what the situation is at this point, so we might as well finish this bad boy off. The final victim of this Mafia game is Lamby."
Two people immediately jumped to their feet, but neither one of them was Lamby, who looked not at all surprised to hear that she was the last living Innocent. Also, neither one of them was Aurora, who was still sitting in the same chair where he'd sat for days, staring straight ahead and not moving a muscle.
But the other two people in the room (besides the Host and the couple of burly guys) were bursting with excitement.
"I have fedoras!" shouted Ocelot. "Let's put on the fedoras and shoot Lamby point blank!"
"My comrade has fallen," boomed Kuro. "We must avenge the death of Vaxx through the only remaining Innocent!"
"After shooting her -- because we still have the guns, you know -- we can shoot the Host!"
"I'm going to smash her fingers and wrists and elbows into a fine powder!"
"And then we'll be looking out over the town and night will be falling--"
"And then I'll smash her feet and her legs and her ribs and her head--"
"--And it'll be really symbolic and awesome!"
"--And Vaxx will not have died for nothing!"
Having reached the end of their fantasies, they fell silent.
"Let's compromise," the Host said. The couple of burly guys pulled out a baseball bat and a gun. One of them handed the baseball bat to Kuroboom, the other handed the gun to Ocelot.
"You get one swing," the Host told Kuroboom. And he said to Ocelot, "You get one shot."
"But--" Kuroboom looked disappointed. "Just one swing? I'm not trying to knock her into a coma here, I'm trying to kill her."
"I want to riddle her body with bullet holes!" Ocelot moaned.
"Well, those are what you get," said the Host. "Make them count."
"Can we still wear fedoras?" Ocelot asked.
The Host waved a hand in agreement, and Ocelot delightedly whipped out three fedoras. He donned one himself, perched another delicately on Aurora's unmoving pate, and gave the other one to Kuroboom, who was frowning in thought.
"Turn out your pockets," he ordered Lamby after a moment.
Lamby, who was taking this all admirably well, shrugged and reached into her pockets.
She took out a pencil and notepad and set them on the chair next to her.
Kuroboom and Ocelot looked at the pencil and notepad. Then they looked at each other, and shared a nod.
Kuroboom swung his bat high and smashed the pencil into splinters, while Ocelot's bullet caused the notepad to fairly explode in a cloud of torn paper.
Then the two Mafia members tossed aside their weapons, fell upon Lamby and tore her apart with their bare hands.
LAMBY IS DEAD! THE MAFIA HAS WON THE GAME![/size]
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The Host and the couple of burly guys left the town treehouse and returned to the sleek black limousine in which they had arrived.
"Well, the Mafia has scored another victory," the Host said. "I have to say, I kind of feel bad for the Innocents. They hardly put up much of a fight this time."
"There'll be another time," one of the burly guys said as he got into the driver's seat.
"Maybe not for this town," said the other one as he said down next to him. "I bet the Mafia have won for good."
"Oh I don't think so," the Host said lightly. He buckled his seatbelt. "Nobody seems to be able to win for long in this town. There'll be more bloodshed soon enough."
"And we'll be there to help, right?" said the burly driver.
The Host smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
They drove off. The sun was setting. The shadows over the streets were growing long again. And if anyone heard the sound of galloping hooves and shouts about oil lamps down any of the dirt roads that branched off of the limousine's path, they didn't talk about it at all.
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