With Three Min Left, Oxygen Has Made His Decision!!!

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I Vote Emi! Die Mafioso! X(

and the voting is complete!

Now the lazy mods need to write the story X(

the vote is done you boob.  The cutoff was 2300 forum time.

EDIT: Iluvatar decided to extend cutoff! to 2400

Amok - 4 (elro, Emi, Aro, TU)
KT - 2 (Amok, Foohoon)
Emi - 5 (TMK, KT, HE, Grat, Oxy)

Amok - 5 (elro, Emi, Aro, TU - Foohoon)
KT - 2 (Amok)
Emi - 5 (TMK, KT, HE, Grat, Oxy)

Oh my a tie

Nolio will have to make the story, he checks again soon

you people got 2 hours to make up your mind

ill be off to sleep now

I'm off to bed and i'm sticking to my vote for Amok

ya i think it is =p was waiting for u to get back haha

damn were already at 12

hmm

ill be back for lucky 13

This is beyond bull...two times I've been gayed now.  Thanks to the person who did this, you will die in the next game for sure.  Better not even sign up, because it will be my personal vendetta to kill you, no matter what.

Amen to that

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"Help! Please, this is Amok! Officer I'm being attacked! Please save me!"

Elrohir sat at his desk listening to Amok's so called frantic phone call. He didn't move a muscle to leave the station. Instead he chewed another donut and continued to watch his I am legend DVD.

"You know, you're really cutting into my movie time. Is there something I can help you with?"

"What the hell? What kind of policeman are you? I'm being attacked! I'm dying man! HELP!"

"Amok...I know that you're mafia. I have proof. So if you're being attacked, then good riddens. Saves us the trouble of having you lynched tommorow. We'll get another one of your buddies."

"What the hell? Listen! Don't! Ok look look, I don't want to die. Especially after what happened to oxygen yesterday. I'll..I'll..I'll turn myself in. I'll go to jail, I'll do whatever it takes. I just don't want this life. It's not what I thought it would be. Please."

Elrohir thought to himself for a moment and sighed. He picked up another donut and grabbed his keys from his desk.

"Meet me in front of the gas station on 20th street in 15 minutes. Go alone. Any tricks and I swear I'll shoot you on the spot."

"Yes..yes I got it. I'll be there."

Elrohir left a note for his partner and headed out of the door. As soon as he stepped outside he took a bullet straight to the head. Between the eyes. the donut rolled down the stairs. His keys flew into the bushes. Elrohir lie dead in a pool of his blood. The Mafia sniper went down the side of the adjacent building and drove off.

Amok went to the gas station as promised. He wore a large coat and had his head tucked beneath a hat with a long brim. He looked over his shoulder every few minutes and ducked behind trees, bushes, parked cars and corners. His paranoia was hitting him in full stride.
When he arrived, he stayed in the shadows but still in place in case someone were to arrive. After 30 minutes passed he was about to give up.

"Amok!"

He turned around and saw a dark figure in the shadows near the broken pumps.

"It's about damn time!"

"Grrrrr woof woof!"

Amok stopped walking as the large dog appeared at the side of the person standing in the distance.

"Hey what the hell is.."

Before Amok could finish his words, the owner of the dog released the leash and the large rotweiler rushed Amok in hunger and fury. Amok couldn't turn to run away. He fought the dog with all his strength. Fought for his life. But the dog was relentless. It bit and scratched his face, arms and neck. Amok became increasingly weak and eventually he could fight no more. The owner of the dog whistled and the dog faithfully came to the owner's side licking its lips and panting. The owner rubbed the dog's head and they fled the scene.

As the night progressed the serial killer walked the streets. Previous nights he had picked his targets long before he moved in, but tonight he was just roaming the streets for a target.
But because off the murders noone was to be seen in the streets at night. The bars were abandoned and all windows shut tight.

Disappointed the SK started to make his way home, but when he reached his garden fence he saw a lucky strike. Just besides the fence a old man with a long beard sat on the ground, fast asleep. The SK grinned as he moved closer to the man, he then grabbed a rope but was still doubting how to finish it.

As the SK moved above the drunk man he suddenly felt a small sting in his chest. As the world became clouded the SK managed to look down and saw in to a set off evil eyes above a well polished grin