The night was one of celebration for many people. The innocent townspeople were celebrating the death of a mafioso, the not so innocent mafia members of the other familia were celebrating the loss of one of their opponents, the other was mourning their friend. But despite all this, people were still going to die that night, as Undeath unwillingly found out. He'd been spending almost the entire night in the pub, celebrating so much he could hardly walk at all. Taking ten minutes to get five metres further in the street, he sang what he liked to call the "uber-brilliant Undeath victory song". It was a bunch of half-assed lalalalala's. But it did draw the attention of one person. Standing a bit further down the road, smoking a cigar, was his to-be murderer. Suddenly, Undeath noticed him standing there.
"Hey! Victory! Lalalala!"
The mafioso smiled and replied: "Victory indeed, my friend." He slowly produced a crowbar and walked towards Undeath, whom by now had fallen on the ground while giggling.
"Hey, what're you doing with that crowbar?" The fact that he managed to pronounce that sentence showed he was getting scared and it was sobering him up. Undeath tried to crawl away, but his arms hardly responded to his brains. Every inch he crawled forwards, the mafioso had taken two steps in his direction. All of a sudden, Undeath realised something, the fact he could try to get up and run away. But that's when the crowbar hit the back of his head.
The next day, police found the body of innocent townsperson Undeath on the pavement.
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"This is the night, the night I kill another one!" he'd been singing that song for two whole hours by now. The serial killer was in a great mood and it only improved when he got closer to his target for the night. The walk there took him two hours, but that was partially because of that fascinating tree he saw in the park that looked like a moose. But when he entered the street of his destination, he was being followed.
The mafioso had been given a task to prove his loyalty, "find and kill that serial killer, he's too dangerous." You can imagine how great he felt when he found him so quickly. The streetlights revealed the face of the serial killer, his target for tonight. Recognising the face of Lexuzis, honest and seemingly sane by day, the mafioso grinned and took out his bit of piano wire. Slowly sneaking up on Lexuzis, he even considered holding his breath, but then figured he was still too far away for it to be healthy. As soon as Lexuzis stopped walking for a brief moment, the mafioso struck. How the townspeople slept through those five minutes of noisy struggle will never be clear, but the next night they found the dead body of Lexuzis; carved on his chest were the words "SERIAL KILLER, TASK DONE."
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It is now once more the DAY phase. Everyone has until 23.00 forum time Wednesday to cast their votes.
I'll never know if it was worth the pain, but I still loved it more than anything in the world - it was my life.