That's news to me!

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Eltara's stomach made a low groaning sound. He looked at his friend who was sitting opposite him in the pub and chuckled. "Shall we order some food?!" he asked whilst making a grab for the menu.

After watching delex's lynching, he had stuck around the town square discussing who the mobsters could be. They later moved the discussion to the pub and as usual, got carried away with the time and had forgotten to eat.

The barmaid came around to take their order. Eltara looked the menu up and down but couldn't decide. "Mmmmmm no idea what to go for!" he declared. "What are you having?" His friend took a quick glance. "I'm going to have the Italian meatballs and spaghetti! Why don't you try the soup? I've been told it's really good here." He waved for the barmaid to take their order. "You order, I'm just off to take a pee."

After a few moments his friend was walking back towards their table carrying a plate of spaghetti and a bowl of steaming french onion soup.

"Bloody hell, that was quick. I didn't know you work here!" Eltara said.

"Shut it, I just saw it on the side of the bar and no one was around so picked it up figuring it was our food!" his friend said taking his seat and tucking into his spaghetti. Eltara picked up his spoon and stirred his soup. It smelt delicious and he immediately took a first spoonful. "Mmmm you're right, this is good!" he announced whilst taking another.

Once almost half his bowl had been eaten, Eltara didn't feel too great. He had initially thought the beads of sweat on his forehead were due to the hotness of the soup, but now he wasn't so sure. His throat had tightened and he was finding it difficult to breathe. "I... don't... feel... well..." he struggled to say. But his friend just continued eating his meal.

"This spaghetti's just great Eltie! Almost as good as the stuff we get in Rome".

And then it dawned on Eltara. He tried to call out but no air could reach his lungs. It was as if his throat had completed closed up. His vision clouded over as his eyes rolled upwards and his head felt dizzy. It looked like he was choking but there was nothing in his mouth. He collapsed forwards headfirst into his half eaten bowl of soup causing liquid and small pieces of onion to splash all over the table.

The mobster took a napkin and wiped an onion from his jacket before standing up to make his exit. After last night's fiasco, the Godfather would at last be happy that the mafia had claimed their first townie.

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After what had happened the previous night, the Serial Killer didn't want any more cock ups.

This time, he was even better prepared. He had waited patiently in the house ever since the lynching of delex that morning and when Primo walked through the front door, he struck elegantly and with precision, knocking his victim out in one blow.

By the time he came to, the Serial Killer had already laid out his tools in Primo's bedroom.

"WTF you sick freak! What the hell are you doing?" Primo shouted as he struggled to break free from the handcuffs binding his wrists to the corners of his bed. His eyes darted to the bottom drawer of his wardrobe which was open.

"Yeah good job I found those handcuffs, I was just going to cut your feets off so you couldn't go anywhere" he said as he picked up his slicing blade. "Now for this next part, you're going to want to keep very still. I want to cut to be extrememly clean. Make a move and I'll jab you in the stomach with this..." and he held up a 6 inch needle.

Primo sobbed as the Serial Killer moved closer to the foot of the bed and used his free hand to stroke his face. He tried to resist, but as promised, the SK plunged the needle into the top of his stomach, just below the lowest rib. "Argggggggghhhhhhh no" Primo screamed in agony. "Stop stop stop" he spluttered and pleaded. "I'll tell you who the other mobsters are... I will!!"

"Screw that, I'm going to have fun finding every last one of them myself! NOW KEEP STILL!" he gripped the top of Primo's head and lowered the blade onto the top of his forehead.

The screams coming from Primo's bedroom tonight were defintely not of joy.

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The Corrupt Mayor didn't want to wake up. His head felt like he had been in 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and his left hand hurt like hell for some reason. He decided there and then that he wasn't going to drink again! Then he remembered the mysterious man who kept plying him with drinks. Who the hell was that guy?

He opened his eyes slowly to let the light gradually seep in, but there was no light.

Alert as ever, he looked around at his dark surroundings. WTF?! Where was he?! He couldn't see much but he knew he was in a different room to the cellar the Godfather held him captive in.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see he was lying down on a table in some sort of disheveled wooden cabin or garden shed. He tried lifting his head and sitting up but his head hurt to much. His hand was still throbbing in pain and to his amazement, was able to lift his arms. He didn't appear to be tied down.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" the Mayor cried as he looked down at his left hand. What used to be his three forefingers were now three bloody stumps. He turned his head to the side and threw up violently and screamed out again. "Arrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh". Standing up on the table next to his were his three fingers.

He scrambled around anxiously and felt a burning sensation on his left side. Using his good right hand, he tried to feel what the cause was. He howled once again when he felt soft tender flesh and the flap of skin that used to conceal it.

He had to get away. Who knew what the madman would do to him next.

Gathering some strength he tried to roll himself off the table, unaware of the bad state the shed was in. The first attempt failed and he rolled back onto his back. But the second attempt was much better, gathering enough force and momentum to fall from the table onto the wooden floor of the shed.

But there was no more movement after that. A soft choke later and he was dead. A trickle of blood dripped from his open mouth as the upright rusty nail from one of the floorboards bore into his skull.

An hour later, the door to the shed unlocked and the Copycat Killer walked in. He saw Lexuzis' lifeless body on the floor and couldn't help but laugh. His first kill wasn't entirely what he had in mind but it would do. After all, he had nailed the Corrupt Mayor.

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3 deaths including 2 mafia. Not bad for a night's work.

It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All townsfolk must vote for who they want to lynch by 12:00 UK time on Friday.

oooooooooooooh snap

Nice? X(

I hate you all!

w00t for two mob being gone

Im voting elrohir. A guy that active not showing up for a gazilion hour day phase smells like laying low to me X(

Right, this obviously isn't getting easier.

I'm still pretty sure Arnor is mob, and Nolio is either mob that they wanted to look like a townie or CK. There's just no way he's just a townie IMO. And if Nolio he's mob, I'd say he's probably GF, because he'd be one of the first to get investigated by the cops.

So today, my vote goes to Nolio. No one else really stands out as suspicious at the moment, but I think this lynching could shed some light on things.

Gonna vote Arnor again, at least up until he clarifies what he meant earlier (since Wendy couldn't do it for me).

WTF...

I always sad that my top suspects were Primo and Nolio. My plan was to lynch one of them and get the other one inspected/blocked.
That's called a plan, not something to get me eliminated...

I'm the bloody roleblocker. I blocked Lex first night and I hoped Nolio would get killed so I could place my bets on Primo and block him. What a bloody missed chance....

I'm voting Torqez, hoping the doc migt pick Nolio this night..

Voting Valenka as i said, i think he's rotten.

He's laying lower than Elro