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Mafia TBT Mini Mafia XVII - Kissing to be Clever [Game Over/Town Win]
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pillow bunny
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@Endless I got accused of being mafia for doing that stuff last game. (I'm pretty sure it was you who accused me, but some town people agreed with you). and I never said that all the stuff I did last game should objectively be perceived as 100% town, since I was just doing random **** and didn't know how to get townread
Superpenguin
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Lol bye Tommy. I'll avenger your death, bae.
As much as I believe bunny is scum after they contradicted themselfs alot, i wanna ask something, how was that one away from majority? That vote had three, and my wagon had 6 at the time. I will be voting for bunny after(?) they make more of a contradiction.
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EBWOP: forgot brackets for bold my bad.
One thing that I thought was interesting is that Forek didn't know that the role "Vigilante" existed, but then knew that the ability to kill of Mafia is tallied in KP, and even that it stood for Killing Power--when KP or Killing Power weren't mentioned at all during the posts of this game (I think).
*let's back droop again and doesn't care about spelling anymore*
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Please note that I haven't read why everyone's voting Tom as of yet.
What? I read the past mafias and i know what a vigilante is. Where did i say that I didn't know it existed?
Specifically, you said that Mafia were the only killing force available.
Or something like that.
Because you've read past Mafias, though, I guess that kind of kills all that I've said.
So... yeah.
I've read all mafias from 1-6, then i took a break but i never signed up as of late. I pretty much know all the roles like Jack of all trades, Vig, x-shot Vig, (can go anywhere from 1-3 i believe) and a bunch of others.
It has been an hour since Drew and the bartender disappeared. Despite keeping an eye peeled you’ve yet to see either of them return. Someone else has taken running over the bar, but when you tried to speak to them they seemed disgruntled, muttering a curse under their breath about someone called Markus.
Fingers tap roughly against your shoulder. At once you tense - they’re too large to be Carmen’s. You look over your shoulder to peek into a pair of soft brown eyes on a heavily tanned face.
“I’ve not seen you around before,” the man says, “what’s your name?”
Is this the end? You steal a glance toward the fire escape, just in case, before giving him your name.
“I’m Luciano,” the man replies. He’s short, surely no taller than 5ft 3, but his voice melts on your ears like honey. His Gaultier suit at once captures your eye. He signals something to the bartender then looks back to you. “Why don’t you come join me for a drink in the VVIP lounge?”
“I’m waiting for a friend.”
“Please, I insist.” The bartender hands Luciano a bottle of wine. He doesn’t hand over any cash, just flashes them a smile and then looks to you. “Come.”
It briefly crosses your mind that you should stick around for Carmen to get back from the restroom; be a good friend. But Luciano’s nodding toward a little door off to the side of the dance floor, somehow positioned in a way that the flashing neon lights fail to reach it. If you didn’t know what you were looking for it would be so easy to miss.
This is meant to be your night, isn’t it?
Betraying Carmen, you blindly follow him through that door.
A fibre optic lamp sits in the centre of a dark room, casting a rainbow of colour over the surroundings. A white room is sparsely decorated with black leather furnishings and zebra print canvases hang on three out of four walls. There are no other patrons in the lounge.
“Close the door,” Luciano says.
You’ve barely locked it before Luciano is pulling you across the floor, pushing you down on the sofa and straddling your lap. Every essence of class is gone in an instant as he squeezes his fist tight around your tie and pulls, hard. You splutter for air.
His forehead is pressed against yours, his once kind eyes turned dark in the shadows of the room. The multicoloured lights flicker behind his silhouette.
“You’re not meant to be here,” Luciano says, “you’re not on the list.”
“You just dragged me in here.”
“No, the club. There was a list. How the hell did you get in?”
“Some girl,” you say, “uh, Carmen.”
“Carmen?”
You nod to confirm, then a moment later he’s leaning back and pulling his phone from his pocket. He presses it to his ear and mutters something incomprehensible - you assume it’s Italian. You let your head loll back against the sofa. When’s he going to get off of you?
“You want me to kill him?”
You shudder at those words. They were most definitely English. You glance around, and then it catches your eye: the way the lights reflect off something peeking out of Luciano’s belt. Your eyes flicker to his face and he meets yours.
You pluck the phone from his hand, hang up the call and toss it aside.
“Hey, what’re yo-“
It takes moments to manoeuvre yourself, getting up off the sofa and pinning his wrists to the floor. A flash of fear passes over his face, but there’s something else - something more there. You don’t have the time to think it over. You distract him fast with a kiss as your hand drops to his belt, seeking something.
By the time he’s realised what you’re doing it’s too late. His hands scramble to stop you, but it takes you only moments to unhook the gun, bring it to his chest, and pull the trigger. Blood wells from the wound and you’re bouncing to your feet as if an electric current just passed through your body.
The gun drops from your hand, sliding across the floor and out of sight. You don’t catch sight where it went.
“Oh ****.”
Luciano is bleeding out, staining the once white carpet red.
Your head pounds and your vision hazes. You didn’t just- you couldn’t have killed a man. Could you?
You flee the room, stealing the key from the lock and sealing it from the other side. If no one knows, it’ll be okay, right? You can’t let one little accident ruin what is destined to be the greatest night of your life.
Current Score
Town | Mafia |
3 | 4 |
Tom aka. Luciano the VVIP should have been more subtle.
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**** y'all, Tom why don't you post more on day one so I post. Tom you post too much, so I slow up. Let Lynch Tom while he's working, it'll be fun and easy smh
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