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The Godfather sat in the cabin alone. It was an hour until his meeting with the remaining mobsters and he was bored as hell.

He opened the top drawer of his desk and took out the bottle of whiskey. It was empty. "WTF, this was half full last night X(" he said, getting to his feet. He had to go out and find some other means to quench his thirst.

The town bar was uncharacteristically quiet when the Godfather wandered in through the front door. Some old 70's music was playing on the jukebox and the only customer seemed to be a man propped up at the bar, bottle of rum in hand.

The Godfather took a seat next to the man and gave a slight nod. "No service in this place?" he said, taking a swift look around for a barmaid. The mysterious man grunted something incomprehensible and began filling a second glass. He nudged it towards the GF. "Great, thanks... Man this shit tastes good!" the Godfather exclaimed, downing his glass in one. His new-found friend poured him another glass.

An hour later and his job was done. The town drunk slipped off his stool and headed for the exit. He switched the light on his way out and left the Godfather snoring slightly in a drunken slumber at the bar.

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The Serial Killer had been waiting outside the bar for what seemed like hours. After missing his chance to dispose of his target as he walked to the bar, the SK decided to wait until he was done with his drinking.

He watched as a mysterious man opened the bar door and flicked off the lights before walking away down the street. Now was his chance. Looking around for any sign of movement, he began made his way towards the bar.

The door creaked slightly as the SK opened it slowly. Peering inside, the bar was quiet and empty apart from his target, who was perfectly leaning on the bar in a deep sleep. The multicoloured flashing lights of the jukebox in the corner provided the only form of light in the building.

Making sure there was no one else around, the SK casually walked towards the Godfather. He picked up the empty bottle of rum on the bar and swung it onto the GF's head, smashing the top of the bottle and causing the GF to crash to the floor with a thud. He failed to move or wake up.

Thinking this was strange, the Serial Killer looked at the jagged edges of the half broken bottle in his hand and decided he didn't need to use a knife tonight. He plunged his weapon into the Godfather's back multiple times, spraying blood all over his clothes and the floor of the bar. The GF still failed to move or cry out in pain.

The Serial Killer stood up, satisfied with the job he had done. His hands were covered in blood and he sofly placed what was left of the bloodied glass bottle onto the top of the bar before wandering out of the building the way he came in.

The door swung shut with a jolt and the the victim lay on the ground, bleeding heavily from the multiple wounds in his back and abdomen. It was then that he allowed himself to open his eyes and cough out in pain. He was still alive!

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It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All townies must now vote again! Deadline is 11:00am UK time on Sunday.