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Assembled for the first time, the population of Brandone looked uneasy as the red stains were still being washed from the town's secular fountain. Even if the victim was a known mobster, no one felt secure with a madman on the lose. His hit must have been purely accidental, and there was no telling who would be next.

It was quite a noisy crowd though. Amok surviving the night caused a heated debate, and to most people he had to be one of two things: either the beloved jailkeeper or the dreaded serial killer. "I am the jailkeeper, I swear!" he kept repeating to anyone who cared to listen. Feeling as if he was playing Monopoly, Amok was given a one way pass to jail, where he would spend the night. "We'll see exactly what you are tonight!" yelled someone in the crowd.

With all the debate over Amok's possible role, the lynching itself was almost forgotten! But that was not to be. Silently counting the votes, the game moderator stepped over to the center of the square and called for attention: "Brandone! You are assembled here today to carry out your first lynching! I have the final results!" Soon the crowd went quiet, even fearful. Who would it be? Who would be the first lynchee? Would he be an innocent townsperson, like many times before?

"Step forth, Primo!" said the moderator. Looking weary and slightly annoyed, Primo moved forward. He didn't even blink as the moderator picked up his beretta and aimed it at his forehead. "Last words?" asked the mod "We will prevail" - replied Primo - "La Cosa Nostra will prevail. And you, will all die!". Startled by Primo's final words as well as the loud bang that followed, the crowd dispersed. Another mobster down, and it was only the first day. Things were looking up! Or were they?

As the town hall became deserted, the moderator approached the sign at the the town's main roadway. Cleaning up the chalk, he rewrote the numbers with a brief sigh. "Brandone, 25"

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It is now the  **** NIGHT **** phase of the game.
All players with night roles have until 22:00 GMT on Tuesday to bang #1692 and Moridin #1734.

off with his head

Yaaaay, two mobsters down already!

He's cheaper than most sexlines, I tell ya that.

Primo tried to lynch arf.

This was DYT's reason for lynching arf

Destroyyoutoo
Galactic Fighter
Re: IC Mafia 18!!
>Because you are an idiot Gratitude.

>Lynch:  Arf

>Jail:  Amok

>Subject to change easily

DYT is mob! remember that when tomorrows lynch comes!

A large pick-up truck pulled into the driveway of Mavericks home. Attached to the truck was the large wood chipper, which got a second chance to prove its worth. Not so much for the previous mobster as he was passed tonight and so this new particular mobster had the honours of handling the chipper.

The mobster stepped out of the truck, grabbed a bat and went into the house. What should have been an easy job seemed to once more turn out to be a disaster, as the mobster in question came flying out of the window shattering the glass in a million pieces.

Maverick, in some circles known as Nolio the brave jumped through the window holding a sawed-off double barrel 10 gauge shotgun. Wearing his mean look he aimed at the mobster and started yelling about the nerve the mobster had to think he could take him down in his own house.

The mobster now squirming over the floor backing away from the angered Nolio was furiously looking and feeling around to see if there was anything to help him. To his joy his hands met with a large branch and before Nolio could notice the mobster had jumped up and with a large swing he knocked away the shotgun. The mobster jumped on top of his target and tried to strangle him but Nolio was a big guy and was not easily taken down. In what seemed to be a never-ending struggle it was the mysterious mobster who came out as victor. He was finally able to knock his target out cold and that meant he could finally do what he had planned for his victim...

The next morning a loud grinding sound filled Brondane square as the wood chipper was working over time. What at first seemed to be just the grinding soon was soon followed by little parts of Nolio spreading all over the square. The ones that were lured by the sound quickly ran away as parts of bone and flesh started to cover the beautiful white tiles of the square.

The mobster, who had been watching from a distant smiled at his accomplishment. Maybe Nolio was nothing special and just an ordinary townie, but at least it felt really really good.

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Meanwhile... A lone and somewhat bored Amok was peering through the rusty old bars of Brondane jail as he was waiting for the sun to come up.

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It is now *** DAY ***
Everyone has until 13.00 on Wednesday to cast their vote.

Alright guys, this is how it should be done: a little fairy told me that you_fool is a confirmed mob and Skyroshroud is SK, so

you_fool for lynch and sky for jail!

Fool for lynch and Sky for jail!

Lynch: fool
Jail: Sky

Don't let me down, Amok.

For now:

you_fool for lynch

jail:  sky