Stairway to Heaven

Night One





mayor had kept completely silent the entire Day, while almost everyone else concerned themselves with accusing everyone else, their mothers, their mothers' mothers, and their mothers' mothers' mothers' second cousin twice removed of being disgusting scumbags. Whether out of respect for his peers, a lack of respect for his master (:cry:), laziness, or forgetfulness, mayor marched to his own beat, speaking not a word nor lifting a finger -- not even a pinky -- of accusation.

Thus, it only seemed natural that when confronted by a grim man pointing a fully-loaded AK-47 at him, mayor simply stood in place, neither moving nor speaking. The armed man did not look to be enjoying himself. "I don't want to do this, mayor... but I have to." With that, the man unloaded a deadly round of hot metal into mayor's torso, killing him. Mayor was as silent in death as he was in life.

Spoiler :
mayor was a Vanilla Townie!


mayor then descended down to Hell, doomed to play Texas Hold 'Em with Adolf Hitler and Josef Stalin for eternity.

Mergle slipped inside his house and closed the door behind him firmly, bolting all four of his specially made locks on his home. Whistling a merry tune to himself, Mergle set down his bowler hat on his hat rack, his coat on his coat rack, and his fake mustache on his fake mustache rack. He proceeded to grab himself the strongest drink in his fridge, a plastic bottle of the finest apple juice, freshly squeezed from the apple juice tree in his backyard. "Ah," Mergle made audible his delight with the beverage, "apple juice is just like fine wine. It's made from fruit and it's a beverage."

Mergle walked over and plopped himself down on his favorite chair in front of the television and turned on the popular sitcom Primordial Soup Postulate. After laughing for a solid thirty minutes at the amusing antics of a quartet of nerds and their hot, dumb neighbor, Mergle turned off the TV and got off the chair. "Boy, I love watching the show, but I'm glad my life's not a sitcom," Mergle proclaimed ironically. Mergle looked puzzled. "Wait, why is that ironic?" He was answered when his grand piano upstairs crashed through the ceiling and splattered Mergle's corpse all over the floor. A man was then heard racing down the stairs and out of the back door, where Mergle only put three locks.

Spoiler :
Mergle was a Vanilla Townie!


Mergle then ascended to Heaven to play Yahtzee with Mother Teresa and Apollo Creed.









Vote to lynch someone in BOLD!





DAY ENDS IN 48 HOURS AND 29 MINUTES!
 
For those like me who like to have a current list within the thread (in addition to at the beginning)...
Spoiler the living :

askthepizzaguy
Autolycus
BigTin
BSmith1068
choxorn
CivCube
classical_hero
DarthNader
DaveShack
dcmort93
Double A
Dreadnought
God Emperor
Jarrema
JoanK
johnhughthom
Kennigit
MartinLuther
Mat93
mechaerik
mgsmuhammad
mythmonster2
NinjaCow64
Optical
robbiecon
RRRaskolnikov
SamSniped
Skwink
SouthernKing
topsecret
Verarde
Visorslash

It is way too early to have real data to scum hunt with, so I shall resort to voting without a specific reason to see what happens. Vote: Skwink
 
I’m willing to bet that there are some scum hiding in the Takhisis lynch, like SamSniped.
 
ah, I'm going with topsecret here. Just because I don't really like him.
:p
Vote: Mat93
 
I’m willing to bet that there are some scum hiding in the Takhisis lynch, like SamSniped.

One of my go-to rules for small mafia games is: there is a 100% chance that at least one scum player was in on the first day's lynch.

Not sure if it holds up in large games, but it's a start. Vote: Double A, come out come out wherever you are!

Do we know why there were two Night kills? I thought the Cult converts people, not kill them.
 
Time to bandwagon. Vote: topsecret.
 
Well, I think that he thinks that he could Mat93 can be Mafia because by FoSing NinjaCow, he's drawing suspicion onto him, and thus if he's Mafia (or Cult), he can get another townie lynched. If Ninja is townie, ofc. Also it could be that topsecret is Mafia buddies with NinjaCow and that he's voting Mat 93 to make us think the previous thought.
 
Checking in.

edit: @muhammad: I am catching up, you are soooooooooo dead :p
 
vote: NinjaCow
 
Because I don't want to join Mayor, I will cast a back up vote: on Askthepizzaguy... why? well he is sexier than me... and I can't stand it (no seriously that's a cross forum OMGUS vote coming several months too late... It must be YOU who prevented me from becoming the greatest Don ever!!!!!!!!!! :hide:)!

Time to reread those 9 pages, again (yeah, like the rest of you, I have no life)
 
Mergle slipped inside his house and closed the door behind him firmly, bolting all four of his specially made locks on his home. Whistling a merry tune to himself, Mergle set down his bowler hat on his hat rack, his coat on his coat rack, and his fake mustache on his fake mustache rack. He proceeded to grab himself the strongest drink in his fridge, a plastic bottle of the finest apple juice, freshly squeezed from the apple juice tree in his backyard. "Ah," Mergle made audible his delight with the beverage, "apple juice is just like fine wine. It's made from fruit and it's a beverage."

Mergle walked over and plopped himself down on his favorite chair in front of the television and turned on the popular sitcom Primordial Soup Postulate. After laughing for a solid thirty minutes at the amusing antics of a quartet of nerds and their hot, dumb neighbor, Mergle turned off the TV and got off the chair. "Boy, I love watching the show, but I'm glad my life's not a sitcom," Mergle proclaimed ironically. Mergle looked puzzled. "Wait, why is that ironic?" He was answered when his grand piano upstairs crashed through the ceiling and splattered Mergle's corpse all over the floor. A man was then heard racing down the stairs and out of the back door, where Mergle only put three locks.

It's uncanny. It's like you have a window on my life.
 
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