Jets - 9 (Gladiator, Gratitude, Decimus, Valenka, KT,Oxygen, TU, Bekko, WFS)
Gladiator - 3 (Jets, arms, Amok)
Maarten - 2 (HolyEmpire, Wendy)
Arnor - 1 (Maarten, SA)
Amok - 1 (ZoZ)

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The town assembled at the lynching post for another day. Everyone was a bit unnerved that iluvatar had died and the thought that any one of them could be next was beginning to sink in. However they had been successful before in finding mobsters and they were feeling like today would be the same. The game moderator stepped up to the podium accompanied by a big burly man with one eye. He whispered into the man's ear and the man walked into the crowd and took jets. Jets followed the man to the lynching post as the game moderator spoke at the podium.

"Jets, you have been convicted of 1st degree murder, man slaughter, armed robbery, conspiracy and grand theft auto. It is believed that you are a member of the Morales crime family. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Jets took a long sigh. He looked to the sky before making his statement.

"<Jets> i would hump Mrs. claus"

The moderator looked confused and the rest of the town shouted out comments such as "Mob Talk!" "Kill him!" "That's a huge witch!"

Feeling like he had heard enough. The game moderator nodded to the big burly man whom strapped the noose around jets's neck and secured his arms. The game moderator called to jets.

"May you find the peace in death that you never found in life"

Jets looked horrified as the burly man threw a lever and the platform beneath jets gave way. Jets died instantly from a broken neck.

The game moderator searched the body and found a pistol.

"Aha! You've done it! You've captured another mobster! Now lets see which family he's from."

He looked at the handle of the weapon but shrieked in horror.

"What the..... Made in china? This isn't real. This man was innocent!"

The town chattered among themselves frantically as they cleared the area. Some spoke in fear. Some with delight, anxiously awaiting nightfall.

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^_^ Told ya I didn't think he was mob.  lol.   We need to stop bandwagon voting or we're dead. 

I will NEVER become a memory...

X(   X(
~SA

indeed Gratitude, this was a win-win situation, we lost another townie, but we did get rid of jets

Arnor - 1 (Maarten, SA)

do they only get half a vote each now then?

well damnit jets, if you were not mafia why did u act like one?

and pulling those dirty tricks... :S

and grat i partly agree with ya..it isn't a total loss like it would normally, it's a 1% win
and actually this helps bring a lot more ppl into the light

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In a church basement, on some distant part of town, a sickly artist had been working on a creation. He had been nurturing a glass of red wine while sculpting a handsome statue of a man clutching his chest in agony. A dagger pierced the spot where his heart was located.

Beethoven's 5th century played strongly in the background and the SK sang along with passion and intensity.

"Arnor, do you think that I should've more detail on the abdomen?"

Arnor struggled against the ropes that bound him to his chair. He couldn't speak due to the fact that his mouth had been gagged. He looked menacing despite the fact that his cheeks had been cut to his eyes to give the effect of tears.

"Hmmm, not much to say? Well I'm sure they'll love it."

He patted the shoulders down so that they were smooth and took one more sip of wine. He stood up and walked over to the table where a razor sharp axe lay.

"La la laaaaaa, la la la laaaaaa, la la laaaaaa!" He sang maniacally. "This is my favorite part!"

He brandished the axe as he walked towards Arnor. Using the axe as a conductor's baton he sang along with the symphony. As the music began to climax his smile and eyes widened.

Arnor managed to cut the ropes with his switchblade. He tried to go for his pistol but the SK sliced his head off in one clean sweep. Arnor's body fell over and the SK took a bow.

"Bravo! Bravo!" He blew kisses to the air. He stepped over Arnor's body and picked up the head. He placed it on the shoulders of the sculpture.

"Perfecto!"

It was nearing midnight and Arms had worked late tonight. He quickened his pace, as he didn't want to miss the last metro home. He sprinted the last bit and caught his metro right on time. He took a seat and to his surprise he wasn't alone, apparently he was not the only one with late night activities. But it comforted him, knowing that the Mafia wouldn't just strike in such a public place.

*Ding Dong* Next stop, Helm Street.

It was quite a long travel and it was not till his eyes became weary. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was the sound of the recorded voice saying "*Ding Dong* Next stop, Masons Street".

*DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG*

Arms jumped up as the Metro kept ding donging, over and over again. He looked around and saw that he was the only one in the metro left. Luckily he had to go out next stop, because this was scaring him. Then a sudden voice said: "*Ding Dong* ahhh you are awake... Next stop! HELL!!!!"

Arms fell against the doors as the metro heavily braked at once. He pulled himself up and saw a hooded mobster standing just a few feet away from him. Arms started to run through the metro running through several compartments trying if any door would go open, but all doors seemed to be locked. Then he reached the end, he opened the door to the machine room and entered it. He closed the door and tried to hold it down, but the mobster was stronger and Arms couldn't hold it. The mobster pulled the door open, drew his knife and closed the door as he entered.

Several moments later the mobster came out and left the metro at once. He hurried off into the night as he was being watched by Arms, who peered through the window catching his breath.

The mobster kept walking and walking till he finally reached a house. He knocked on the door, but nobody answered. He peered through the windows but saw nothing. He was sure this was the place so he decided to take a look inside. He picked the locks and entered the house. He looked around but again nobody could be found.

The mobster left the house and went on. He searched the whole night, but he couldn't find what he was looking for. Finally he got so tired that he stumbled into some bushes and fell asleep.
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It is now DAY phase! You have until 13:00 forum time to select who you want to be lynched today

a possible explanation would be that the morales' secret role is a doctor. which could explain both arnor and arms' saves

ok great arnor died

but the second part WTF?

okay
i just noticed arnor got targeted by the morales family the night he was saved. He is a morales, so the morales role looks like a jack-off-all-trades or a doctor to me.
J-O-A-T: they inspected lynns, and used the save to make it look like arnor wasn't mob.
doctor: they had a lucky shot at lynns, and used the save to make it look as if arnor wasn't mob. They also saved arms twice. that probability is quite high: 5 morales, the hitman, godfather and doctor don't need to be saved by the doc (they are dead or immune) so the doc heals either arms or arnor.

let's lynch arms

arms it is.

hmmm, that could indeed explain all this maarten

i jump on the arms bandwagon