PICK ME

Halfway over to the dumpster, he dropped deathman101. "AUGH MY BACK!" he yelled. He decided that simply stabbing deathman101 through the heart would be easier. So he did.

ForTheSwarm lay in the sun

You could say that the Hunchback of Notre Dame has a hump in his back without making love.

Hey EVERYONE, Shocko is going to need more time to start the next game so I won't be starting it!

Hey EVERYONE, Shocko is going to need more time to start the next game so I won't be starting it!

What about Paravin and DoA clues? What were they?

The barrel of the gun was cold against Mini Moose 2707's head. He didn't understand how they were able to get here. How they were able to get past his bodyguards. How he was unable to defend himself as they questioned him.

He answered their questions. All of them. They believed every word out of his mouth. Mini Moose 2707 didn't care if he was lying or telling the truth. He knew it was futile because they would kill him anyway. When they were finished with him, Mini Moose 2707 was shot. He fell face forward into the ground.

If they stuck around, they might have learned that Mini Moose 2707 was smiling because he had preserved the secret of the town.[1] They attributed his laughter to delusion because he had just been shot. They left instead. Mini Moose 2707 used his last bit of strength to help the town. Breathing desperately, he traced "mafia" on the ground next to him to let them know who had killed him. He wasn't sure if he was writing in his own blood or his own brains. Nevermind, he thought. There was nothing more that he could do.[2] Mini Moose 2707 finished his last work and gave in to the inexorable fading of his consciousness.[3]

That is what happened last night in Moosetown. An otherwise ordinary town where extraordinary events were about to take place. Situated on a hill,[4] the inland town overlooked a lush forest on all sides. The sun rose on Moosetown. The mayor didn't come into work that morning. His aides went looking for him and found that couldn't quite make it to the town hall because there was a hole through his head that stopped him from getting up.

The town was left fear and panic-stricken. The mafia was here and had made their presence known. The mafia would see to it that nobody got out alive.[2B] The town would play the same game of intimidation and violence. They spill our blood, we'll spill theirs. Neither of them will go down without a fight.

It's lynching time.

** DAY ONE START **
Visit http://www.staredit.net/?p=mafia to check your role.

Please vote for the first candidate to be killed.

[1] = "Secret secret, I've got a secret" -> Mr. Roboto -> Hug a Zergling's e-mail.
[2], [2B] = References to Foo Fighter's "DOA" lyrics.
[3] = "What good is it to live when he's got nothing left to give?" -- Paravin.'s signature.
[4] = The hill is the lump. Without making love. Loveless' title.

FlyingHat was the man to be lynched. They held him down to the ground. The town sharpened a few metal rods. FlyingHat was stabbed repeatedly, all over his body. Blood gushed out of his body as he was speared to death. When he was surely dead, the rods were laid face down in the ground. The body was picked up and lowered on to the rods. The corpse of FlyingHat remained suspended in midair, impaled. While he was not mafia, he would serve as a warning to them. A gruesome example of what town is ready to do to them.

** NIGHT ONE START **
Mafia, get your hits to me.
If you fail to perform them, they are lost and wasted.
Town, pray. And die. Perhaps both.

"DT_Battlekruser, I know you can do better!" A man paced accross the room. DT_Battlekruser was nearly unconscious on the floor. Water dripped from the leaky pipe on the ceiling. It landed on his face. It cleared the swirling world of pain in his head. DT_Battlekruser got up again. He looked at the gun on the table. His captor wasn't even using it. If he could just reach it, he could save himself. He had tried to reach it. Struggled about five... or was it six times now? DT_Battlekruser didn't know. He wasn't counting. Every time he ended up wrestling with the man. They struggled, but the man would beat him up and knock him back into the corner.

DT_Battlekruser made another effort. This time the man grabbed DT_Battlekruser by the arm. His arm broke as he was flipped over the man's back. The crackle was deafening and DT_Battlekruser lay on the floor. He clutched at his arm in pain. He tried to get up again. He couldn't manage to do it. He had no more energy left for fighting. The man watched intently. "I expected more of a challenge from you," the man declared flatly.[1] He walked over to the table in the corner. He picked up the gun. His shot was ready. "No!" yelled DT_Battlekruser with the largest voice he could muster. The man pulled the trigger. DT_Battlekruser was shot in the stomach and in the kneecap. He removed the magazine from the chamber. He tossed them both to DT_Battlekruser. He walked out of the room. The door was shut. DT_Battlekruser heard it lock. He couldn't get up. He put the gun back together, though. DT_Battlekruser was discovered dead with a bullet wound to his head.

Echo was watching TV in his house. He laughed at the program and ate some chips. Meanwhile the lock to his back door was being picked. He got up and noticed the door was open. He didn't see anyone come in. He heard someone moving about. Echo flicked on the light switch. Someone was standing in the room. He had a meat cleaver. His head and arms hung low to the ground. His eyes gazed confidently into Echo's face.[2A] "YOU WILL DIE!" delcared the man in a stentorian voice. He rushed at Echo, swinging the cleaver wildly.

Echo jumped out the way. Blood dripped from his arms where he was cut. "Please don't kill me," Echo begged. Tears came out as he began to sob. "WHAT!" yelled the man. He swung at Echo again. The sharp cleaver severed off Echo's hand. Echo fell down. He huddled up in the corner. "Why are you doing this?" Echo asked from the fetal position he had gotten into. "YOU HAVE TO SPEAK THE FUCK UP! ACTUALLY, DON'T BOTHER! PARDON MY FRENCH!"[2B] bellowed the man with the blade. He grabbed Echo's head with his free hand and made him look up. Echo's throat was now exposed. "CAN'T YOU SEE THINGS ARE ... LOOKING UP?!" The head of Echo head was found severed on the floor the next morning.

And so it happened once again. Two more people dead. Murdered. Nobody knew what to do anymore. Violence was the problem. They didn't know any better than to make it the solution. This town was not going to back down.

Once again... it's lynching time.

** DAY TWO START **
Please vote for the second candidate to be killed.
PRO-TIP for the mafia: send in your hits by the deadline.


[1] "..Oh what good is it to live, With nothing left to give -" - Paravin.'s signature.
[2] Loveless has Kyphosis, a hump in his spine. This has apparently turned him into the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

The door of Madzombie's apartment crashed into the wall as he swung it open a bit too hard. He stumbled in, slightly drunk. MadZombie closed the door and threw his keys off to the side. They should have landed on the endtable next to the couch. He heard his keys land on the floor. Shit, thought MadZombie, I must've missed horribly. He went to sit down on the couch. Ready to pass out for the night, his bottom only landed on the floor.

The floor was cold and hard, made of wood. The carpet was missing. Suddenly, MadZombie realized it: the couch was missing. The endtable was gone, too. He heard slow and deliberate footsteps coming towards him from the bathroom. "Glad to see you've returned home. I borrowed a few things!" said the man who had just entered the room. The man was carrying a pistol and fired a few times. The corpse of MadZombie was found in the morning.

A_of-s_t dangled above a pool of molten metal in a factory. He swayed back and forth as he struggled against the rope binding his arms to his torso.
"A_of-s_t, why don't you tell me why you're here?" asked his captor.
"I told you already, I have no idea! Let me go!" A_of-s_t was lowered slightly closer to the bubbling liquid.
"Please, just let me go! You knocked me out and this is where I woke up!" A bit more rope was released and A_of-s_t hung a little bit closer to his death. The heat it gave off was causing him to sweat.
"That isn't what I'm asking you," stated his captor in a calm voice. "Why don't you tell me why we are here?"
"I don't understand! I don't understand! Just stop, please! Let me down, damnit!" yelled A_of-s_t as the rising heat began to burn his skin.
"As you wish," his captor said flatly as he pressed a lever to sever the rope. Gravity pulled A_of-s_t into the giant vat of molten metal. Within seconds, the extreme heat dissolved the body of A_of-s_t, which was never recovered.

Dark_Marine was examining the corpse of Hug a Zergling, hoping to find clues or at least inspiration as to who else could be the mafia. He was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and found an oversized cleaver pointed straight up at his nose. He shrunk back and fell over. "I thought, b-b-but, no! That's your corpse on the tree!" stammered Dark_Marine, in shock.

"WHAT'S THAT?" yelled the man, hunched over and holding the blade at Dark_Marine's throat. "Impossible! We killed you! You're dead right over there!" yelled Dark_Marine as he raised a shaking hand to point at the corpse of Hug a Zergling dangling in the air. The man turned and looked up at the corpse, then turned back to face Dark_Marine. "NOPE! I'M FINE! GOOD FRIEND OF MINE THERE! I DON'T APPRECIATE MY FRIENDS BEING KILLED THOUGH!" bellowed the man. With a swift slash, he decapitated Dark_Marine.

FatalException woke in the middle of the night with a great pain in his bowels. He stumbled to his bathroom. His colon was in such pain that it caused him difficulty walking. He sat down on the bowl. A small explosion rocked the neighboorhood. FatalException was found dead... of explosive diarrhea.

Four additional corpses. Pandemonium ensues. Looks like someone else is about to get lynched.

** DAY THREE START **
Please vote for the third candidate to be killed.

[1] What good is it to live, when MadZombie has nothing left to give?
[2] DiscipleOfAdun is the INTP. Calm. Hard to persuade. Wrestling with the meaning of existence.

Even though the night was still young, deathman101 was already being attacked in a dark alleyway. "I'M SORRY, YOU HAVE TO TALK LOUDER!"[1] yelled the big man attacking deathman101. Deathman101 had already lost an arm trying to fight off his attacker. The man picked up deathman101 began to carry him to a nearby dumpster. Deathman101 looked at his attackers face, and noticed something strange about his eyes - a deformation.[1] Halfway over to the dumpster, he dropped deathman101. "AUGH MY BACK!" he yelled.[1] He decided that simply stabbing deathman101 through the heart would be easier. So he did.

Later on, JaFF walked down the same alleyway and discovered deathman101's corpse. This is horrible, he thought, as he looked at the stabbed body in the dumpster. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. "Give me your wallet," demanded the voice. "Fine, just please don't hurt me," said JaFF as he took his wallet out of his pocket. He threw the wallet at his assailant's face and began to run. JaFF was able to blow past his attacker and run into the street as the move caught his attacker off-guard. His assailant threw the wallet to the ground as he began to run after JaFF.

The chase was on. JaFF was faster than his attacker, but his attacker was better-armed. He took out his gun and shot at JaFF. The first two shots missed, but the third caught JaFF in the leg and sent him tumbling to the ground. His attacker stood over him. "You gave me a good challenge," said JaFF's attacker as he smiled. "But that won't be happening anymore, will it?"[2] laughed the gunman as he gestured towards the bullet wound on JaFF's leg. JaFF was shot in the head and killed.

The town awoke and discovered one more corpse. It was found accross the street from the movie theater. The body appeared to be mummified. It turned out the corpse was wrapped in several layers of toilet paper.[3] Upon unraveling them and cutting them open, the town recognized the corpse as Doodan. Several gunshot wounds were found on the body over the portions of the paper that his blood had turned red.

And so it goes. Lynchy lynch.


** DAY FOUR START **
Please vote for the fourth candidate to be killed.

[1] = It's the hunchback of Notre Dame! His back has a hump without making love.
[2] = JaFF has no more challenge left to give. Or a wallet. What good is it to live when you have nothing left to give?
[3] = He's in TP. INTP. Get it? DiscipleOfAdun does.

TassadarZeratul was next to go. He was killed much in the same manner as FlyingHat. (This means I didn't feel like being creative. Shit, I just broke the fourth wall.) TassadarZeratul was stabbed many times with spears. The spears were stuck into the ground facing up and the corpse of TassadarZeratul was impaled on them. He would be a reminder to the mafia as to what the town was going to do to them.

** NIGHT FOUR START **
Mafia, get your hits to me. I probably won't have time to do anything with them for awhile, but please send them. LOL.
If you fail to perform them, they are lost and wasted.

Hitok1r1 used his one hand to bandage the stump of the arm where his other hand was lopped off. He lost a hand and blood was all over the floor, but Hitok1r1 had managed to escape into the bathroom. His remaining trembling hand had locked the door to buy himself some time. "OPEN UP!" yelled the large poor-postured man as he continued to bash against the door. Hitok1r1 could hear the wood in the door begin to splinter. "What the hell is your problem?!" yelled Hitok1r1.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! OPEN THE DOOR SO I CAN HEAR YOU!" bellowed the man in return. The door finally gave way and the man came tumbling into the room. He grabbed Hitok1r1 and held his blade to his throat. Hitok1r1 looked into the man's eyes and noticed a huge, hideous wart obscuring his killer's left eye.[1] This was the last thing that Hitok1r1 saw.

Zycorax was brushing his teeth when all of a sudden a man burst into his bathroom. The man grabbed Zycorax by the head and slammed him into the heavy porcelain sink, nearly knocking him out. Next, the killer removed Zycorax's roll of toilet paper from its dispenser. Wrapping numerous layers around Zycorax's neck, he began to choke Zycorax to death. Zycorax managed to put up a feeble struggle, but he was nearly unconscious already from the blow to the head and could not overpower his attacker. Zycorax died from lack of oxygen and was found later with his neck still wrapped in toilet paper.[2]

Vi3t-X was walking home and just turned on to the block going to his house. He turned around and saw that someone was following him. The man was sitting down on a chair with four wheels barrelling towards him, fast. Perhaps he would have made it through his front door fast enough, but Vi3t-X took a second look back at his pursuer as he was running and tripped on the uneven sidwalk. The man in the wheelchair[3] caught up with Vi3t-X and whacked him with a crowbar before he could get up. After a couple of good hits, Vi3t-X was knocked unconscious and killed soon thereafter.

** DAY FIVE START **
Please vote for the fifth candidate to be killed.

[1] He's the Hunchback of Notre Dame, with that hump in his back that doesn't make love.
[2] Zycorax is "in TP", or INTP, DoA's Jung test personality type.
[3] google "Paravin" for http://www.paraquadwa.asn.au/page.asp?i=82 -- Paraplegic

NerdyTerdy was held down to the ground as the town sharpened more metal rods. They penetrated NerdyTerdy through the heart and the lungs. Blood rapidly shot out of his body. The rods were then stuck into the ground, pointy side up, much like the fate of FlyingHat and TassadarZeratul. NerdyTerdy was lifted up and dropped on to the rods, impaled. One of the last few examples of pain the town could afford to demonstrate to the mafia.

"Mr. President! It is strange that we should meet tonight!" exclaimed the mafia man, looking at Franklin D Roosevelt. They were in the factory where A_of-s_T was killed. Franklin was chained to some sort of heavy machinery. "Yet... I am afraid I cannot easily describe how I feel about the fact that I will kill you." said the mafia man as he removed a gun from his coat pocket.

"There is nothing to fear but fear itself," remarked the former president. "You'll fear bullets... once I find them." said the mafia man as he dug through his disorganized junk looking for his ammunition. "Now, Mr. President," began the mafia man as clicked a fully loaded magazine into his gun, "I must admit that although I strongly disagree with some of your policy and some of the legislation you passed, you must not take my actions personally. Please understand that the mafia is not prone to compromise." The mafia man pointed his gun at Franklin D Roosevelt...

ForTheSwarm lay in the sun on the beach. Or so he thought. His dream was rudely interrupted and he realized that he had never left his bed. "EXCUSE ME, SIR!" A large man was looming over him. He gazed into ForTheSwarm's face with one normal eye and a left eye with a giant wart. ForTheSwarm was not sure if he was hunched over him to get in his face and intimidate him or if the guy had something wrong with his back. The large man climbed into bed with ForTheSwarm and sat on top of him. ForTheSwarm screamed and feebly struggled as the man lifted up a baseball bat above him. The large man continually drove the bat into the skull of ForTheSwarm until he was dead.

NudeRaider was just about to turn off his living room TV and go to bed when he heard glass breaking and a crash in his bedroom. He went upstairs to investigate. Inside his bedroom he found a man on crutches, barely able to stand. Arrogance overtook him and he taunted the man. "The mafia sent a cripple to kill me?" laughed NudeRaider.

"You vastly underestimate me," responded the man, flashing a knowing grin, "these townspeople have exhausted their usefulness to us and we are working diligently to eliminate every last one of you." The man raised one of his crutches and NudeRaider saw the bottom of the crutch was hollowed out and actually functioned as a barrel of a gun. NudeRaider was shot with the crutch-rifle a few times and killed.

** DAY SIX START **
Please vote for the sixth candidate to be killed.
The game will end if a townsperson is lynched.

[1] = "...In 1937 U.S Congress and Franklin D Roosevelt Voted and outlawed the continued cultivation of the cannabis plant and established the Marijuana Tax Act..."
[1a] = How many INTP personality traits did I insert into this killing?
[2] = ForTheSwarm got humped without making love. And there's still a hump in Loveless' back.
[3] = Paravin is still the cripple. The town exhausting usefulness is related to "what good is it to live with nothing left to give."