03-26-2006, 03:34 AM
The day began like any other, save a single focal point that ruined the rest of the sunrise, and all of the sunset. All of the early birds arose minus one, checked themselves in the mirror, were more or less satisfied with what they saw, and jumped in the shower. The regular folk came next, checked themselves in the mirror, were rather more satisfied with what they saw, and jumped in the shower. Two people overslept, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the real events.
Somewhere along the course of the day, the began to smell it. Roasting?something. Something that should not be roasting, or smelling, or rotting. But it was. From the smell, it was easy to find the corpse, and the nastiness that always went with it. Android 20 would never see another day. At least, not on this side of the afterlife.
A note was left behind, explaining everything. Three murderous folks. The townspeople looked around and shuddered. One tired soul stated the obvious.
?It could be any of us.?
Suspicions flew, morning breath flew, but mostly, rumors flew. What facts were there? But the fact remained. Murder had been committed, and for every death, there must be retribution.
Even if that blood is innocent.
((OOC: Android 20 has been killed. Unfortunately for the Townsfolk, he was the spy. Because he died, he never found out if he guessed correctly. What a waste.
All that remains is your Guardian Angel. Hope they?re a better guesser than last night.
The total number is down to 15. There are 3 Mafia. Use the facts to guide your search, if you find any.
If there are any.
Day One has begun. Discuss this amongst yourselves, and place your official vote in bold when you have an accusation. Innocent or guilty, they will be hanged. We must have a majority to lynch.
Go.))
Somewhere along the course of the day, the began to smell it. Roasting?something. Something that should not be roasting, or smelling, or rotting. But it was. From the smell, it was easy to find the corpse, and the nastiness that always went with it. Android 20 would never see another day. At least, not on this side of the afterlife.
A note was left behind, explaining everything. Three murderous folks. The townspeople looked around and shuddered. One tired soul stated the obvious.
?It could be any of us.?
Suspicions flew, morning breath flew, but mostly, rumors flew. What facts were there? But the fact remained. Murder had been committed, and for every death, there must be retribution.
Even if that blood is innocent.
((OOC: Android 20 has been killed. Unfortunately for the Townsfolk, he was the spy. Because he died, he never found out if he guessed correctly. What a waste.
All that remains is your Guardian Angel. Hope they?re a better guesser than last night.
The total number is down to 15. There are 3 Mafia. Use the facts to guide your search, if you find any.
If there are any.
Day One has begun. Discuss this amongst yourselves, and place your official vote in bold when you have an accusation. Innocent or guilty, they will be hanged. We must have a majority to lynch.
Go.))
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