Meantime Micro - Mafia Victory!

[Ranmilia]

I'm a one-shot vig and I used it.

On whom?

 

[Marcher Jovian]

Whelp, that's a waste of a track

 

[Timsup2nothin]

Whelp, that's a waste of a track

Who'd you track?

 

[Marcher Jovian]

Who'd you track?

Syn

 

[Timsup2nothin]

Who went to someone who is presumably dead.

Sigh.

 

[Timsup2nothin]

Syn I hope you killed someone that at least makes sense.

Or me.

Either way is good.

 

[Synobun]

I can't divulge further info until SoD, so, please hold for 16 minutes. Your call is very important to us.

*garbled violins begin to play*

 

[Timsup2nothin]

You can say what you did, you just can't divulge results.

 

[Ranmilia]

I can't divulge further info until SoD, so, please hold for 16 minutes. Your call is very important to us.

*garbled violins begin to play*

I disbelieve this claim. If you have actually vigged someone, you need to tell us who and why, right now, BEFORE SoD.

 

[Timsup2nothin]

Then we can see if they survived and wonder why.

 

[Synobun]

I targeted LordArgon.

 

[LordArgon]

Why?

 

[LordArgon]

I am a self admitted vanilla town boy. Why would you shoot me?

 

[Timsup2nothin]

If Argon's cop claim was real this would suck.

But what are the odds?

 

[LordArgon]

Don't trust Syn, don't trust them.

 

[Dolbster]

Day Two​

After the remarkable swift and brutal execution on Ace Marvel the previous day, the town went to sleep. Well, it's residents tried to but the horror and shock of the incident went a long way towards the town awake throughout the night. An unprecedented incident like that in a small town like this tends to keep people out in and about. All throughout the night chatter sounded as people talked about what went round. It was quite clear that it was Ace Marvel!! Well, up until it wasn't.

Timsup2nothin was up with the rest of them, wandering about town, trying to find answers. Where did things go wrong? Was this a simple mistake, even though it had cost one life, or was backed by more sinister forces. He continued a series of ruthless interrogations throughout the night, heedless to his own safety or it. Efficiency and information on his mind, he choose not the safest routes, but the quickest ones. A few people noticed that they weren't being badgered further by him during the night, but they took it stride. Better he bother someone with something, most though, or someone with nothing was perhaps safer for a few others.

Shortly before dawn, the townfolk, supposedly 8 in total, had arranged to assemble in the town square, near the executioners chair.

Only 7 came at the end of that night, and Tims was not one of the one's in sight.

A search was quickly organized, but hope for Tims disappearance not being a murder soon vanished. While a body was never found, the green Blood of an innocent was found scattered on streets, saloons, and shops. The evidence was conclusive, Tims had died

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[Synobun]

I was roleblocked, so my shot wasn't used.

 

[LordArgon]

Hey! What's up with that Syn?

 

[Marcher Jovian]

Syn went nowhere.

 

[LordArgon]

Oh got ninjad. Well thankfully I wasn't shot