Yesterdays vote there were five people with two votes, and yes I was one of them.  I didn't know.who to vote for, and wasn't sure what the rules were on a tie since I just glanced over the rules.  Before I went to the gym, hydrop was going on about TU being a mob...and seeing a five way tie I decided to act on that.  That's it.  And because of that hydrop is trying to get you guys to lynch another townie, being me.  I find it a stretch to call the third vote a band wagon, that's just silly imo.  I hate that you get targeted just because you talk.

Well that does make sense. Will retract my vote for now.. I have 30 mins

Going with Alundra for now. Torqez seems pretty sure but not sure where his alliance truly is.

Sorry back to Ramza I go.

I'll vote for genesis, since he seems to be suspicious to people I trust

I vote Ramza

changing to Alundra

Torqez.

Ramza (5) : TBO, KT, SSL, Hydrop, Genesis

Genesis (2) : Remo, Ramza

Alundra (2) : Torqez, Tia

Torqez (2) : Undeath, Keerb

Remo (1) : Wendy

SSL (1) : Xara

Galeonis (1) : Alundra

Did not vote: Risingdown, Galeonis

The bodies were starting to pile up. Normally Chicago was a rough town, but this was getting ridiculous. The Irish had gathered outside the Swinging Loon again, ready to make somebody else find some quick justice.

"Who was the despicable heathen that murdered our friends last night?" screamed Zarf.

Everybody looked around, but nobody said a word. Slowly, Frankie LaPorte started to creep away from the crowd. He knew some people were getting suspicious of him, and he didn't want anybody to make any fast decisions. Out of the corner of his eye, Gwynn saw Frankie shifting towards his automobile.

"Not so fast you scumbag!" he bellowed. Frankie took off at a dead sprint, hoping to get to the safety of the car before the mob could fetch themselves upon him. Over the roar of the crowd, numerous gunshots could be heard coming from Gwynedd's tommy gun. He had made sure to pack his 100 round drum today instead of his shorter clip, and he put every shot into the side of the car. Frankie slumped to the ground against the door, hand still firm on the handle. The car and his own body looking like swiss cheese against the background. This was one mobster that wouldn't trouble the city of Chicago ever again...

Frankie LaPorte, aka Ramza is now dead.

*************IT IS NOW NIGHT PHASE! PLAYERS HAVE UNTIL 14:00 GMT TO GET THEIR NIGHT ROLE TARGETS TO ARBY3 AND GWYNEDD WITH A FORUM PRIVATE MESSAGE!***********

mob, i am already on to you. you are as good as dead now...trust me.

doc, heal me

cop contact me

this game is in the bag now

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Bob Calandra went into Al Capone's house. No one had heard from his for a while, what if he had been caught by the cops? Calandra couldn't bear the thought of it. Stumped, Calandra started going from speak eazy to speak eazy looking for Capone. Little did Calandra realise that he was being followed.

The irishman darted around in the shadows, watching Calandra closely. How strange that Calandra should walk around town so openly, without fear. Calandra turned and started walking towards the irishman. He couldn't be seen, it wouldn't do. The irishman slipped into an alleyway. As Calandra passed the alley the irishman groaned, the thought of taking his blood was overwhelming. Calandra heard the moan and worried, maybe Capone was down the alley injured. Calandra walked cautiously into the alleyway, drawing his pistol. "Il mio padrino, is that you?" Calandra asked cautiously as he approached a dumpster.

Calandra saw a flash of metal and suddenly his hand was flying from his wrist. The irishman stood in front of Calandra, a maniacal grin on his face. In his left hand was a machete, in his right was Calandra's bloody hand. Calandra didn't know what to do, he tried to back out of the alleyway. The irishman ran at Calandra, swinging the machete. Calandra put his left hand up, trying to protect his face, but this time the swing was higher and took his arm off at the elbow. Calandra stared in disbelief at his stump, pumping blood. He was starting to feel woozy. Calandra fell to his knee's and started praying. "God won't save you now Alundra," The irishman said as he approached Calandra. The irishman slowly cut off Calandra's ears, then his nose. "How vain are you now Alundra," the irishman said to Calandra.

"I'm begging you, leave me be, let me live," Calandra said to the irishman. However the plea availed him not, the irishman stepped in, sweeping the machete accross Calandra's throat and seperating his head from his shoulders. Alundra aka Bob Calandra was not a pretty corpse to be found the next day by some unsuspecting citizen.

Al Capone was at Frank Nitti's house. Capone looked directly into Nitti's eyes. "You know what needs to be done." Nothing more was said between them, Capone was going to stay at Nitti's house lest someone come looking for him. Things were getting hot in Chicago. Nitti left immediately, he knew where UD would be located.

On his way to UD's favourite speak eazy Nitti located him lying in the gutter. Nitti looked at this disgusting excuse for a human being. UD looked up, "Happy Saint Patricks Day, now where's Flint so I can give him a big smooch." Nitti cringed, clearly UD had been drunk since Sunday.

"I have some news for you," Nitti said to UD. He leant right in to UD's ear, "I killed Flint." UD turned to look at Nitti, but found himself face to face with Nitti's handgun. He was so close he could see the rifling in the barrel. UD soiled himself in terror. He had always been good to people, yes he may have drank to excess on ocasion, but who didn't? UD closed his eyes as Nitti pulled the trigger, blowing UD's brains all over the gutter. UD the loyal townie was dead.

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It is now day phase. Everyone has until 0200 GMT to get in their votes.

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