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Re: IC Mafia 15: Take 2!!
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Shadow draped over the land of Gallador like a dark cloud. Night had truly fallen again and most of the inhabitants had hid themselves away in their chambers hoping the traitors wouldn't pay them a visit. Only four remained but they were still considered as dangerous as ever. The gruesome death of jesnt the previous night had instilled a great amount of fear in the castle residents.
None more so than Jets. After quickly walking through the dark and empty corridor towards the Great Library, he was eagre to find some more magic books to improve his skills. He had already used up a number of his spells and wanted to learn more before it was too late, after all he was the Sorcerer's Apprentice.
As he approached the doors, he saw a faint light shining from a crack near the ground and several voices were inside talking. He softened his footsteps and creeped slowly towards the door trying to make out the owners of the voices as he definitely recognised a number of them. Putting his ear up against the door, he strained to listen whilst trying to keep as quiet as possible.
"Just can't decide what name to put on the left side..." said one of the mystery voices. It was then suddenly louder. "We know you're there!" Before Jets had any time to react, the door swung open violently and hit him on the head. He tumbled backwards and hit the floor unconscious.
Some time later, Jets could hear mumbling. All was dark, but there were definitely voices around him - laughing, talking, joking. His head hurt like crazy but he managed to slowly open his eyes. Lit by a single candle were 4 traitors sitting on stools around him. He noticed he was lying shirtless on his back with his arms and legs outstretched and affixed by rope to a number of poles. He writhed around helplessly, but it did no good.
"Wakey wakey! We've got a present for you!" one of the traitors teased as he reached into a bucket and pulled out a large brown rat by its tail. It squirmed in all directions as it tried to get away. "WTF?! Get that away from me!" Jets shouted as he wriggled around some more. Evidently, that plea didn't work as the traitor held the rat over Jets and watched as another traitor took a steel pan and placed it over the rodent, trapping it on top of Jets' bare stomach.
Jets could feel it moving over his body underneath the pan but was more distracted by the pieces of straw the traitors were putting on top of the pan. Another traitor then lit some straw with the candle and placed it on top of the pan. The bundle of straw alighted quickly and Jets could already feel the steel rim of the pan heating up. The rat inside was squirming around faster now as it started to get agitated by the warmth of the small fire.
The traitors looked on as Jets started groaning when the rat began to scratch at his stomach. He felt tiny nibbles on his skin made from many tiny teeth gnawing away. It didn't take long for the skin to break and allow a small hole for the rat to dig in its claws in order bury even further away from the source of the heat. Jets screamed aloud when the rodent had made this breakthrough.
A steady stream of blood had appeared at the side of the pan and trickled down Jets' side. It didn't take long before streams of blood had appeared around the whole diameter of the pan. Jets' scream had died down to a steady mumbling as he appeared to be dropping in and out of consciousness due to the pain he was suffering. The rat had burrowed deeper and a bloody gaping hole was being enlarged at every passing minute.
An hour later and the torture room had been deserted. In the centre lay an outstretched topless man, beside him was a steel pan lying on its side in a pool of blood. There was no rat to be seen, only a bitty trail of red intestines pertruding out of a wound the size of an average man's hand.
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After leaving the torture room, one of the traitors headed straight for his target's chambers. He had been labelled by the Sorcerer of Illusions as the Seducer and was entrusted with a special role. In his hands held a clear glass vial containing a thick red-ish liquid. Given to him a number of nights previously, the potion had the power to turn someone innocent into a traitor and that night was going to be tonight.
The traitor reached the door. He slowly placed his hand on the metal handle and turned....
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It is the **** DAY **** phase!
All remaining castle citizens have until 12:00 GMT to post their lynching votes in the forum!
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