Dear Reader,
The events of the past night can only be seen as deeply unfortunate for us innocent townspeople. Though I suppose the mafia had their share of bad luck, I carry the conviction that we were the worse off.
The first of four murders last night happened in traditional mafia style. Not long after we had lynched Brontobyte, ToA was walking home from the store when a dark, unmarked vehicle pulled up next to him. As he turned his head inquisitively, a gun barrel protruded from the cracked window of the car. With a staccato burst, the gun discharged its clip into ToA's head, causing him to crumple to the ground. Although there were numerous witnesses, there were no clues as to the killer's identity since the car's windows were heavily tinted. The onlookers tried to get ToA to the hospital, and one man made to lift him up. But as he watched,
ToA took his last breaths in the man's arms.
I myself was again party to another strange happening that night. When I got home, I observed a strange man outside my neighbor's house. He was downright jolly, in a sense, and laughed to himself as I watched him pick the lock of the house. He disappeared inside, and a few minutes later he emerged, fleeing at top speed. There was a boom, and a cloud of greenish-yellow smoke as something inside the house detonated. Little did the poor mafia know, my neighbor hadn't come home yet. I won't disclose my neighbor's name, but it is at least fortunate that he cheated death at least this once.
Much later that night, I heard, a shadowy man was stealthy sneaking through a wheat field in the farms outside of town when another man jumped out of an apple orchard and tackled him. The victim had little time to gaze at the moonlight terrain before he was dealt a death blow by his assailant. When they found the body of
Ultimo in the morning, the coroner determined he had been struck many times in the head with a blunt object.
Back at the pier on the river that goes through town, another man was sneaking around a wealthy man's yacht, evidently looking for something. A strangely monotonic voice called out, “Halt! Police!”. The man on the boat whirled around to see a thin man approaching him across the deck. “What are you doing here?” asked the man who said he was a police officer.
“I have a right, I'm...” responded the other man as he dug in his pocket for something. But he never finished his sentence, as he fell to the deck in agony. The terrified occupant of the yacht hid under his desk but could still hear the dying man's screams. When the body of
Chubacca was discovered, his face was mauled so badly as to make him practically unrecognizable.
Towards morning, Norm decided to go out for a walk to get some fresh air. With little foresight, he let his feet convey him past the local cemetery. As he passed the gate, it suddenly opened seemingly of its own accord and Norm felt himself propelled into the graveyard. He looked up in bewilderment and saw the sneering, laughing face of a mafia. But before the man could swing the shiny blade he held, the earth shuddered and one pissed off
Ashamed rose from his grave and seized Norm. Norm's throat was torn out and he was left near the pile of coffins, so as to ease his internment alongside the dead. Appeased, Ashamed returned to his eternal slumber and left the corpse of
Norm oozing blood onto the dirt.
I hear there was yet another failed mafia attack last night, but the details never reached me, although rumor has it magic was involved somehow. As if it wasn't already... I shudder to think how Norm was suddenly pulled into that graveyard.
As the sun rises higher and the clock strikes eight, I know it is lynching time. Hopefully we will choose right this time...
Yours truly,
X
***DAY 3 START***Three days to unravel clues and vote to lynch. Good luck.
None.