TRIMAFIA [Game Thread]
- Thread starter Zack
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You can't vote at night. In any subgame.
Look, one of the hosts is not saying, that we cant vote for a host! Important info
Visorslash
Deity
Possibly, we'll see after the night update.
well, just average game of him. In the last 3 games where I was playing together with G3tC, he get lynched on day one
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Doesn't help that he always votes himself. 
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
Or marijuana.
Visorslash
Deity
Night One is over. Now I can finally fix a third of this mistaken identity crisis.
Zack
99% hot gas
Update coming.
Zack
99% hot gas
End of Night One
Genericville, USA, 1978
Genericville, USA, 1978
The Afro Motel was cheaper than dirt, and dirtier than... dirt? It wasn't exactly luxurious. Not even the Holiday Inn, either, really. It sucked, is what I'm saying.
The man reached under his mattress, and slowly pulled out a machete, smiling wickedly as he gently ran his fingers over the smooth metal. The man set the machete by his side on the bed, then hopped onto the floor, got down on his knees, and reached under the bed. He pulled out his disguise: eyepatch, monocle, mustache, afro, sunglasses, cocaine.
The man carefully and quietly slipped out of his room, now unrecognizable in his impeccable disguise. He cautiously crept towards his victim's room. Upon arrival, he knocked on the victim's door. "Housekeeping."
The victim groggily lifted himself up out of the bed. Housekeeping? At this hour? That didn't make any sense. The victim mentally shrugged and walked towards the door. The sight before his eyes after opening the door was odd, to say the least. The victim narrowed his eyes. Well, this really didn't make sense. "What in the..."
The man was quick. "The" had barely escaped the victim's lips before he found himself lying on the bed, mouth gagged, hands tied, butt clenched in fear. He tried to ask what the man was doing to him, but instead said "hmgmafmhhmmf!"
The man smirked. "Be quiet and don't move. It will be easier this way." He deftly carved out a hole in Xenoneb's chest. "Sorry, friend. I don't want to do this, but bills don't pay themselves." After he finished carving, he stepped back to admire his work.
"See? Easy."
Spoiler :
Now wait for choxorn to send Role PMs and start Day Two...
Zack
99% hot gas
Obvious solution: quit school, dedicate yourself to mafia and punctual updates
