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Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

Yeah they can dump evidence on townies, so it's wise to remember that. Jarka was also an early target from the get go. I'm still not convinced she's mafia, I just like seeing her DIE.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - John Doe - 03-31-2011

Glad to know that you're the little sadist kid every parent wants. <3


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

Hey, as long as I don't target animals. Just people. Juicy, blood filled people.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - John Doe - 03-31-2011

Animals are filled with blood too. Why you only targeting the people? That's speciest!


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

John Doe Wrote:Animals are filled with blood too. Why you only targeting the people? That's speciest!

I jus like animals better I guess. xD


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - John Doe - 03-31-2011

Hm, now your character makes a LOT more sense.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

John Doe Wrote:Hm, now your character makes a LOT more sense.

You... you DO know that Sigfried is just me, right? Like, almost exactly?


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Piper Juunanagou - 03-31-2011

All the way down the crippling dissociative-identity disorder and rampant paranoia.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - John Doe - 03-31-2011

Sigfried Hunin Wrote:You... you DO know that Sigfried is just me, right? Like, almost exactly?

Yeah, you mentioned that Sig was a Mary Sue.

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CWUTIDIDTHAR?


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Waffuru - 03-31-2011

Your mafia days are over, Jarka.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - John Doe - 03-31-2011

I guess this is what we were talking about before, when we reach a consensus in like, 6 hours, then kinda twiddle our thumbs awkwardly while we wait for the hanging. Big Grin...


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

So uh... how bout them Budokai?


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Jarka - 03-31-2011

i don't want to die please don't kill me


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Sigfried Hunin - 03-31-2011

We're gonna gorge upon your entrails like rabid dogs

...or maybe AS rabid dog. I've yet to decide.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Tyr - 03-31-2011

Uuuh, anyone want to know an easy way to calculate growth in percentage?

Take the largest number of your problem (say I have 40 and now I have 80) and divide it with the lowest number, e.g. 80/40 = 2, then you minus with 1 and you now have growth (if you consider whole numbers being 100%).

: ( I'm bored.


Mafia REBORN - Day 3 - Super Buu - 03-31-2011

(Jarka wrote all of this one. Makin' my job easy ;D)

It was decided.

With a faint smile, Jarka whispered a final request, words that brought a wince and a nod from the so-called sheriffs. The pair grimaced before leading a morbid parade to the girl's quiet yard on the edge of town.

Her fingers trailed down the rough bark of a towering oak. "This one." She watched the rope dangle, twist, knot over a sturdy branch. The noose had been formed. Her noose. A weathered stool would be her makeshift gallows when the sun slipped below the horizon.

The townspeople watched as Piper stood close to his dearest friend, guiding the noose over her head and tightening it to her neck. Trembling fingers fumbled with the clasp of her necklace before the jewelry pressed into Piper's palm. Her lips barely moved as the pair shared their final goodbye.

A kick and it was over.

In Piper's hand, a silver chain pooled around an ornate metal key. He had not a moment to grieve before the lynchmob snatched it from him and pressed into the house. Amidst scattered belongings, the townspeople found a handwritten letter on Jarka's desk. The ink was still damp.

Dearest P,
All I ever wanted was to be special. To mean something. I think I found my place. I think I found somewhere I belong. I hope you understand. I am so happy for the first time in my life.
Sending my love,
J


Jarka was a mafia goon.

24 hours to get your night actions in. You know the drill.