ER I also told my network last game that I would come out as cop to you only and that if I died within a night phase or two, you were suspect #1

voting gwynedd

That's why I waited three nights oxy lol

And torq, poley was found not given away as possible voting target. vastly different situations.

Story *

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Moran was gathering final intel for their planned attack on Doctor Watson when suddenly, in the clear he saw the Doctor. The street was not busy, the target was in the open and could be attacked with ease!

Moran pulled out his revolver, edging to a building so as to brace, he took aim. This was so easy... almost to easy...

Motion slowed... a cane pushed his arm up, his gun fired in slow motion, the cane continued pushing, moving up the wrist, to his palm... all in frightening slowness... it caught the pistol by the butt and yanked it from his hand. A fist seemed to come from no where, connecting to his face. He fell in a circle

Time resumed normal speed and Moran saw his opponent. Sherlock Holmes was dressed as a bank, tall hat, single eye peice, silk red vest with a black overcoat holding a gold tipped cane.

"Moran you are caught, surrender!" Calls Sherlock, foot steps running reminds Moran the Doctor was near also. Moran reached for his ten inch knife... and stopped with the cocking of a pistols hammer.

"I rather you not" he heard the Doctor say, "I might get blood on Sherlocks outfit and he might blame me."

Moran, on the ground, mostly disarmed, knew his gig was up. "I surrend....". A single shot rang out from the distance, hitting Sherlock in the leg but also hitting Moran in the head. Sherlock and Watson duck into the nearby alley, Sherlock quickly using a mirror to look around. It was Charlss Milverton.

"Just a graze Shirlock, is he coming" says Watson as he examined the wound.

"No, and thank goodness he is as bad a shot as he is. That was to close...". Sherlock looked to Moran... his face would always have been ugly, but with the right eye socket doubled in size... it was clear he was quite dead.

Moriarty is invincible til last, his role moved to the person who was Moran.

The story reflects this change. Sorry for any confusion

For those interested, I'm not going to be playing this game anymore. It is too messed up, Flint's stories are woefully inadequate for what he is attempting to describe, and it isn't worth the effort. I have started a sign up thread for the next mafia game, located here: http://imperialconflict.com/forum/viewt … ?id=182864

To those that chose to continue playing, good luck.

the whole point of the game is to take control its a sides battle. did you guys not read?

Still nightphase

I assume there is a reason that we didn't know that Moriarty would be respawning?

Shinwell Johnson was flipping a coin in the alley. An associate of Sherlock Holmes he was also known as the sort of person who would not be good when used as a witness in a court.

Wearing worn down boots, a scraggly pair of wool pants with a very dirtied white shirt, he was not the sort most people would seek in an alley way. Next to him sat two full bottles of port and three empty ones.

Moriarty had worries about this man so he sent his hired brute Edwardo to kill this man. Edwardo sized the man up and found him drunk and wanting. To bad, maybe this man could have put up a fair fight.

"He're now, put yur fists up"called Edwardo from a dozen paces away. Edwardo watched as Shinwells eyes got narrow. He looked somehow less drunk than before.

"I knew ye would come, but yer a bit bigger than he made ya sound". Shinwell was not drunk, merely having obtained 2 empty bottles and poured a third about himself to make him seem drunk.

Edwardo grinned, his three missing teeth showing as he finally found himself a real chance for more than a few seconds of fun. He launched himself in a great leap, seeking to envelope Shinwell.

Shinwell sidestepped and smacked Edwardo hard in the left kidney then ducked under a meaty counter swing. When Edwardo turned as if the kidney hit had done nothing Shinwell bit his lower lip, knowing things could go badly. Knowing his fists could do nothing he grimly drew his dagger from the concealed sheaf at his back.

Edwardo was a bit disssapointed in Shinwell, he had hoped the man would try a bit longer with fists. With a sigh for lost fun he to reached behind his back and drew his own knife.

Shinwell lunged with a sudden under hand thrust, dropping low to make the giants height work against him, aiming for an ankle. The knife hit on target, but instead of flesh it foundthe thick leather boot's top. The knife yeilded to the path of least resistance as it skidded over the tough leather.

Realizing his predicament Shinwell completed a roll to get away from the giant, who suddenly let out a big laugh. "Ye think yer the first to aim low? I knewed that trick since long ago." The giant then stepped hard forward and lashed out with his own knife.

Though he managed to step back in time shinwell was surprised to see a large pile of his own hair falling to the ground. That. Was. Way. To. Close. he thought. In desperation he flipped his knife, and threw it at the face of Edwardo.

Edwardo hkwever was used to this trick as well, and merely dodged out of the way. Shinwell was turning to run when Edwardo himself rushed forward and grabbed shinwell on the head with his left hand, and ripped the throat out with his knife in the left hand.

Edwardo slowly checked the body, until in the left boot he found a wax paper covered document. Checking it he found the code word Arby3 at tbe top. Edwardo wiped his dagger clean, took the two bottles of port and went to report his success to Moriarty.

Arby3, the somewhat innocent townie, is dead.