Nothing personal, poison, but if it's tied up between us when the vote's about to end, I'm switching my vote to you.
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"What a boring first night," noted none other than Him, "I really thought more would happen. Although... I find it quite funny how I'm being impersonated, however unknowingly."
No idea. In fact, all of these snippets don't really lead me to anything.
"You can't hide from me... now, where are you going?" muttered the man to himself. He had been pursuing his target for quite some time now, but he could never get as close as he wanted to. The man looked through his binoculars again at his target. "What are are doing?" he muttered again. His target had stopped, then began walking in an erratic pattern with no feasible destination. The pursuer decided he had come what he'd came for. "Who are you...?" he was about to mutter, but thought better. Am I really that unoriginal? he thought to himself. The pursuer left, with few questions answered, and more than he wanted raised.
Discussion of being unoriginal could refer to that lengthy spiel Artanis gave in the shoutbox about how he wanted to change his name to something more original.
Elsewhere, rayNimagi was running to his house. If I can make it home, he thought, I'll live. Oh please, God help me. He felt a sharp prick just above his left ankle right as he was running up the steps, and then collapsed from the pain. He looked at his ankle and saw a sharpened cross protruding out of it. rayNimagi looked behind him and saw his attacker walking towards him. "Oh please, no. Not this way. Not now!" he yelled to himself. He tried to crawl towards his door, but he was pulled back just as his hand touched the doorknob. "No..." rayNimagi turned to face his attacker. "God will punish you for what you're doing."
His attacker laughed. "I am God. I control your very life."
"You lie!" screamed rayNimagi.
"You lie to yourself." He stabbed rayNimagi in the brain with a sharpened cross.
A lot of religious banter. The impersonation snippet above is likely talking about this mafia. FaZ- has an evolution topic in serious discussion, which could be tied to religion (creationism).
"Hey, what you doing?" said the odd man.
The paranoid man replied, "Oh, just fine... taking a few precautions, is all."
The odd man noted everything the paranoid man was doing. I'll need to know these things... he thought. "Say... you going anywhere tonight?"
"No, too risky."
"So you're scared?" chuckled the odd man.
The paranoid man was not amused. "No. Now leave me in peace."
"Very well." The odd man turned around and began to leave the room. "Oh, one more thing," he said, "Looks like you were right to be paranoid."
"What do you mea-" Bang.
The odd man had pulled out a gun and shot the paranoid man in the general direction of his upper body. The paranoid man fell to the ground. The odd man quickly left the room, not wanting to be seen if someone came. If he had bothered to check the paranoid man's pulse, he would have noticed it was still beating.
A few minutes later, after the paranoid man was sure his attacker left, he said to himself, "I know... I am right to be paranoid. I've been through this before."
This was supposedly poison_us being shot. I don't know if the paranoia or mention of precaution has any meaning.
A bell rang as a man holding a painting entered the shop.
"Hello, how can I help you?" said a grinning Apos.
He didn't immediately register what the shopkeeper had said. He looked around, then said "I'm looking for Apos, is he here?"
"Why, yes, and I must say that is quite the painting, all those colors."
"It's nothing, just something that I do. I cook as well. Now, where is Apos?"
"You are speaking to him." said Apos.
"Ah, well then. Good night." And without another word, he took out a pistol with his free hand and shot Apos dead.
This was apparently tied to Phobos, so I won't bother sifting through it.
He was quite amused. "Oh, the irony! This is just too funny!" Then He noticed something. "Oh... no... that's not good. Not good at all. I'll have to do something about that... perhaps I'll change something for tonight. I'll be surprised if they notice."
He pressed a button.
Something was ironic from the previous day/night cycle. Perhaps the lynching of Phobos? He said something was changed, which I'm assuming is the fact that there were hidden noclues tags wrapped around the post, so I didn't do interpretations for this night.
"Something is wrong... someone is... 'influencing' this game of mine without my knowledge. I thought it was only me yesterday but it seems there is another. I must find this person and his possible collaborator. I will not stand to see my work upset by this perpetrator." He picked up His comm and said into it: "If this uninvited guest of mine disturbs my game once more, terminate the project. It is useless to me if it is tainted..." He stopped speaking into the comm, "although perhaps I can do something to re-balance what has been unbalanced." He began typing something on His computer.
[color!=transparent]There are 3 members of the mafia remaining.[/color]
Three members left. I don't know what the collaborator stuff is about.
"So it's agreed. We'll take extra measures to not set off any alarms this time." said the watchful man to the group.
"Shut up, or I'll throw this at you again. I hate the sound of your voice." said the strange man to the watchful man.
"We wouldn't want to leave any evidence, now would we?" said the overconfident man.
Watchful, strange, overconfident. These might be describing the remaining mafia's characteristics. I can't think of anyone who notably qualifies for these attributes.
The overconfident man crawled into an air duct from the outside wall. He knew that his target was inside. "He'll never suspect me..." he grunted to himself as he made his way through the duct.
A few minutes later, he found an exit to the duct. He carelessly kicked open the metal plating and quickly pushed himself out of the wall-duct.
A surprised Norm turned his chair around to face the overconfident man. "What are you doing here man? It's like 3:30 in the mor-"
Bang. Norm fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
3:30 -> 330. Riney's member id is 327, which is a close match. I don't know if the duct info hints at anything.
The overconfident man said, "I think this calls for a poem." He cleared his throat. "I love this one. One of my consorts wrote it... he was very strange, though. A-hem:
As I think of you,
And thoughts become focused,
As the world around me,
Need no longer be noticed-"
This is likely a clue, but I can't really decipher any hidden message from it. Google searching yielded results about telepathy and random other crap.
"I... trusted... you..." said Norm, through clenched teeth.
"Well, you certainly know how to state the obvious! It's quite alright though, your friends are going to die tonight as well, so you won't get lonely in the afterlife!"
"No... they won't... I... hav- *cough* spec- *cough* *hack* ... powers..." he gasped through his last breath, and then Norm died.
The overconfident man was confused. "Hmm, I don't believe I understand. Ah well, nothing to be concerned about."
Just as he finished speaking, a pulse of dark-orange energy came from the corpse of Norm. It spread throughout the room, then it rushed out of every available exit.
"What the devil...?" said the overconfident man.
The color orange might be significant, but it might just be linked to the SPONGE role's coloring. Also, the mention of backstabbing Norm/never seeing it coming may be meaningful to someone.
"Just who are you really!?!" said one of the two townspeople, who were blindfolded and cowering on the ground. Their attackers were masked and unidentifiable.
"Just a crazy man looking to do crazy things." Said one attacker. The other fired his shotgun at the townspeople just as a plethora of dark-orange energy covered the pellets mid-air, slowing them to a stop, and then dissolving them.
The voice of Norm seemed to come from the dark-orange mist. "You cannot hurt them! I forbid it!"
The attacker with the shotgun frowned, and said, "This is weird, I thought things would be boring tonight," He shrugged, "oh well."
The attacked without the shotgun said, "Fine... you win tonight."
They left the two townspeople alone.
Yeah.. I got nothing.
Well, that was a waste of time!
