Zack Mafia III -- The Blood Box

The villagers of the Community had always lived peacefully - or at least, for as long as anyone could remember. War was an unusual concept to the Community. What would be the purpose, anyways? The Community has managed to get by splendidly without resorting to war. Everyone in the Community contributed, did their part to ensure life went on. Some hunted, some farmed, some healed; there were countless jobs that needed to be done, and they were always completed.

Until now.

A foreign people have come to the Community, and the results have been anything but good.

All involved parties are represented here on the Council. Each side has their goals, their motives. Yours is clear - all threats to the wellbeing of the Community must be terminated. Immediately.

You must hurry. Time is running out.

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The Council members sat uncomfortably, each concerned for his backside. All knew that there were foreign invaders sitting on the Council, disguised as representatives of the Community villagers. Some were happy with that fact. Most were not.

JR48fan was growing more and more impatient. "We can please start meeting? Me can't wait to reveal those filthy foreigners."

Zack - the Council President - called for silence. "Time to start the meeting, fellas. Keep this in mind during discussion:

• Adhere to the forum rules.
  
• During the Day Phase, you may vote for who you believe to be guilty.
  
• Votes must be in the following format - Bolded, with the name of who you are voting. Vote: Zack
  
• If you wish to change your vote, you must use one of the following formats -
  • Unvote: Zack
  • Zack
• Whoever has the most votes at the end of the day phase will be killed, and the game will advance to night.
  
• During the night phase, you will wait to see the results of night actions. If you have a night action, send me a private message indicating which action you wish to take. You may talk during the night phase.

"Oh, and remember this too:

• Private communication is forbidden. You may only talk about the game in-thread.
  
• Do not quote any message I send you, you must use your own words. This means you can never quote your role PM and copy it here in this thread, or reveal it privately.
  
• Vote: No Lynch is allowed, and Vote: Abstain vote is allowed, but you must vote or abstain every phase. If you miss two phases in a row, I will WOG or replace you.
  
• Alignment is not revealed upon death.
  
• No spam or editing posts.

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Only three were left. Well, four if you count the Council President, Zack. Three of them retreated nervously to their homes that night, fearing for their lives. One retreated home eagerly, excited for the night activities to begin.

choxorn left his house and went over to remake20's house, hoping that he could protect his friend from death that night. Although he waited patiently by remake's bedside, wary of any intruders that may come, none came to remake20's house that night. Both choxorn and remake20 were safe.

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JR48fan had a rough time getting to sleep, and he kept tossing and turning all night. He was exhausted, yet sleep would not come; his sheets were a tangled mess. JR48fan bolted upright when he heard footsteps in the hallway outside his room. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, and he knew he should run away, but his limbs were frozen - not from the cold, but from fear. A guttural shriek came from his throat as the door to his bedroom burst open, and a tall figure in jet black robes walked through. He strode straight over to JR48fan's bed and, leaning over, whispered into his ear: "Good night, JR48fan. Sweet dreams." With those words, the intruder ripped a knife free from his boot and plunged it quickly and deeply into JR48fan's exposed, shirtless chest. JR48fan's screams rose sharply in pitch and volume, then were cut off almost instantly. Blood spewed forth from his chest like a fountain as the figure twisted the long, bloody knife in his torso. Satisfied, the intruder tore his weapon free from JR48fan's body and walked calmly out of his house and back to his own, cleaning his knife on his robes along the way.

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The next morning, remake20, choxorn, and Zack all arrived at the meeting room early in the morning. All three were fatigued for various reasons. Zack was looking over some papers in his hand, quietly sipping wine from a cup he held in his free hand. Setting the papers down on the table, but keeping the glass of wine held in his fingers, Zack kicked his feet up on the long table. He turned his head and looked at choxorn and remake20, who were sitting at the other end of the table whispering among themselves. Zack set his glass down on the table, stood up, and started to walk over towards the two frightened villagers. "Well," he began, "Have the foreigners been eliminated?" After seeing the hesitant nods of both choxorn and remake20, Zack nodded his head. "Good, good. It seems that after all of this time, we managed to eliminate the threat to the town's welfare and our peaceful Community.

"Well, at least one of the threats." Zack whipped a knife out and threw it across the room. It embedded itself deeply into remake20's chest, and remake gasped, then slumped limply to the ground. Zack then turned to choxorn, who was already scared half to death. Zack dashed at him and placed his hands on choxorn's neck, squeezing the life out of choxorn. As choxorn's breath stopped to flow and the poor fellow fell to the ground, Zack was pleased. He had accomplished his task. All of the Councilors were dead. Yawning, he decided he would officially set up his new dictatorial regime tomorrow morning - he needed to get some sleep first.

Murdering so many people made one quite tired.

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The Council members sat uncomfortably, each concerned for his backside. What was the point of this Council, again? The dictator in charge, Zack, never let it do anything of significance. It seemed like the only thing the Council was good for was corruption, betrayal, and murder.

Zack - the aforementioned dictator - did not need to call for silence, as there was already no noise in the room. "Time to start the meeting, gentlemen. Keep this in mind during discussion, lest you should be castrated:

• Two of you are my minions. Twelve of you are not.
  
• During the Day Phase, you may vote for who you believe to be one of my minions.
  
• Votes must be bolded.
  
• Private communication OF ANY KIND is forbidden. If you have something to say, tell us all. We don't keep secrets in here. Well, except for me.
  
• Do not directly quote anything I tell you in private; you must use your own words.
  
• No Lynch is not allowed, but Abstain is.
  
• When a Councilor dies, you will learn whether or not they were one of my minions.
  
• What has been said, has been said, and cannot be changed!"

"Have fun!"

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Zack was lynched.

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The next morning, BSmith1068 and GamezRule looked at each other, realizing that neither had attacked the other during the night.

"Guess we eliminated the bad guys then, huh?"

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