Minimum vote time - 0900 London time Friday

Lynns - 6 (Iluvatar, The Unknown, Skyroshroud, Eltara, Darkside, Amok )

Nolio - 4 (El Bekko, Arocalex, Chees, Jesnt)

Skyroshroud - 4 (Undeath, Nolio, Gladiator, evilsheep)

Darkside - 2 (Lynns, KT)

Chees - 1 (KTC Angel)

TU - 1 (Maarten)

Still to vote: Elrohir

well the mob are making themselves obv even to me from this vote

but i guess better a townie dies who can't play much longer than one who can.

if you haven't got the sense to vote for a mobster today, vote for me rather than nolio.

voting skyro

Well looks like another innocent is dead

DarkSide - 1 (KT)
The_Unknown - 1 (Maarten)
Chees - 1 (KtC Angel of Peace)

that looks like 3 mobsters to me.... the voters i mean ofc

i'm posting this now in case it all goes horribly wrong and i can't post it later

i have no idea of skyro's role, but i know i'm a simple good humanoid and i want to play tomorrow

Skyroshroud - 7 (Undeath, Nolio, Gladiator, evilsheep, Chees, Lynns, Elrohir)
Lynns - 6 (Iluvatar, The_Unknown, Skyroshroud, DarkSide, Eltara, Amok)
Nolio - 4 (El Bekko, Arocalex, jesnt, Mayor)
DarkSide - 1 (KT)
KT - 1 (Maarten)
Chees - 1 (KtC Angel of Peace)

Not voted: none!

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The crowd all looked towards Skyroshroud as soon as his name was called out. They had all been gathered in the city square for hours longer than anticipated today due to the tied votes and were required to stay until a verdict had been reached.

"What?! How did this happen?! You were all voting for Nolio and Lynns a moment ago!!" he cried. "How could it have been me?! I've been busy all night!"

"Yeah, busy murdering our cops!" someone shouted back with a hint of disgust in their voice.

The game moderator ignored the shouts from the crowd before him and took out his immobilisation device. He typed in Skyroshroud's unique number and he was immediately tied down by invisible bonds, unable to move or speak. Much of the crowd looked away as the bright white light shot out from the end of the moderator's deactivator gun and hit their suspect in the centre of the forehead. Few saw his eyes turn a shade of grey as he slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

The moderator slowly walked down the steps of city hall and approached the body of Skyroshroud. He bent down, opened the control panel and took out the control card for inspection. Without saying a word, he walked back up the steps to address the crowd.

"Humans and humanoids - what are you playing at?! Skyroshroud is the third regular humanoid we have sentanced to deactivation! Get yours acts together... and do it fast! You'll soon notice that our numbers are getting fewer and fewer with each passing day!"

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OK - it is now the **** NIGHT *** phase once again!

The following characters have until 21:00 London time (http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/) tonight to send their decisions to Random01 in #1458:
Mad Scientist (and the hacked humanoids)
Medic
Police Officer

And yet again, it's the Brother Nolz Traveling Salvation Show...

Nolio if you aren't mob like you claim then I'm not sure why arsy bothered with making any mafia this time.. you are doing a great job of killing off our townies X(

lol I didn't lead that vote against skyro. I didn't even tell anybody to vote anybody this lynching. If you want to find somebody to put the blame on, look elsewhere:p

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"OK - I'll try to be there as soon as I can and don't worry, as long as she's in the recovery position, your wife will be fine" Amok said as he put the phone down. He sighed and climbed out of bed to put his clothes on.

"Are you going out again? This has been the third time this week - come back to bed!" Primo murmured as he looked out from beyond the covers. "I thought we'd be spending more time with each other after moving in together."

"I have to go - its my job!" he replied as he switched the bedside light off. "I won't be long, get some sleep."

Amok walked out of the bedroom and strolled down the stairs. He took his coat and put it on, then picked up his bag from beside the coatstand, grabbed his car keys and walked out of the door. He shivered slightly as he walked down the garden path towards the car. It was the dead of night and no one else was around. The car was an old classic 2050's Ferarri F1 and a thin sheet of frost had started to form on the widescreen.

Amok unlocked the driver's side door and climbed in. He put his bag down on the passenger seat, put the key in the ignition and turned.

Primo jolted up in bed as the sound of the explosion rocked through the house. Then the phone rang. He quickly climbed across the bed and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Heh heh heh, take a look outside - the mad scientist has a present for you."

Primo immediately dropped the phone and scrambled to the bedroom window. His mouth dropped open as he pulled apart the curtains and his face was lit with the red and orange flames of the fireball which was his car.

There were burning pieces of debris all over the garden, but Primo noticed the familiar black leather of Amok's work bag. Inside, slowly melting under the heat of the flames was a first aid kit.

Across town, another explosion was waiting to happen as the ticking parcel had been passed on once again.

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It is now the **** DAY **** phase!

Remember, we no longer have a voting majority rule.

Therefore, all Earth 2.0 citizens have until 09:00 London time on Sunday to cast their votes! The person with the most votes by that time will be lynched!