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Forum Mafia STORY (Day 6 ENDS)

Postby Rickdaily12 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 1:10 pm

Note- this is entirely fan fiction, something I notice we don't really have any message boards for. This is a story I wanted to try on for fun, writing about the real time perspective of a Forum Mafia player if events were to become slightly more real... ;)

Hope you enjoy!



---Prologue---

It was one of the first times we both truly didn't know what to do.
I sit on a bed, virtually hyperventilating at the news I got today. He comes from the lobby with a warm disposible cup of soup.
"Here," My best friend, Darren, offers it to me. "It's relaxing when you're on your nerves like this."
I take the bowl from him, but I'm in no hurry to down it just yet.
"Rick, please, talk to me." He sits down beside me. "Are you sure it means-"
"-Yes, Darren." I grit my teeth with anxiety. "It's why I sent for you like this. It's as urgent as an emergency gets."
"Okay, so, you're telling me you were never aware that this was an unusual game of Mafia?" He stares at me, but I won't stare back.
I put the bowl on the end of the bed, burying my face with my hands.
"...I was told that this would be a new trial in Mafia gameplay. They told me it was strictly experimental, that playing was optional, and that I needed to sign a contract when I got here. The contract costs ten thousand dollars to terminate. And I just don't have that kind of money lying around, Darren. Neither do you- that's not why I asked you here."
"So if playing is optional, aren't you free to just leave the center...?"
"Not anymore." I look at him, fear in my eyes. "Not after I signed. Now I have to play."
"And you were told that the game was going to be a little more real this time around?"
"Only after I signed the contract. Once they told me that, I got freaked out at just what they meant by that." Tears started filling my eyes. "Darren, they- they can't possibly mean I'm going into a real arena to play out Mafia with actual people... can they?! Does... does this mean that if I die, then...!"
"Hey, hey..." He came closer, trying to comfort me with a hug.
"But Darren...!" I started sobbing. "I like Mafia a lot! It's challenging, it forces you to look deeper into what others say, and yes, people die, but they're not supposed to ACTUALLY die!!! How am I supposed to play the exact same way I always do when I know my life is on the line every waking second! It doesn't matter what role card I get issued, the consequences are just as real!!!"
"Rick. You're really good at this, alright? You're great with speaking, with knowing how things work, and I think you're smart enough to not get yourself killed. I believe in you. Everything is going to turn out fine..."
I pause, trying to compose myself.
"They're not going to let me go. They've kept me here since noon, telling me I'm confined to this room unless I pay the cash."
"How long do you have?" He looks me in the eye.
"Until 4. Then they take me away." I stare at the ceiling. "They confiscated my phone. I don't even know how long I have."
Darren looks at his watch, and makes it all too obvious when he winces and looks away.
I watch him. "How long?"
"Thirty minutes." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Rick."
Another tear runs down my face. I grab the bowl of chicken noodle soup and eat it slowly.

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The door opens. A security guard looms over me and Darren, then tilts his head out the door.
"Come on." He grunts. "It's time."
I get up, grimly; Darren stands and sharply hurries to the guard.
"I want to take his place."
I gawk at him, and the guard slowly turns around.
"That's not how this works. You had your chance to appear already."
"So, you're telling me that there's no saying 'I volunteer!' to take someone's place?" He demanded. "I thought that's how it goes."
"Darren, please..." I beg him to stop talking.
We continue walking past the lobby to a security checkpoint. All the rooms are as white as you'd expect from a laboratory.
"The kid was told before he signed up that participation was compulsory after he signed."
"Really?" Darren demands again. "I see my best friend scared shitless and white as a ghost- I don't think he was properly informed."
"You don't get to decide that." He grunts, clearly frustrated. "Now if you want to be the only visitor who wishes him a proper goodbye, I suggest you stop. NOW."
Darren walks over to my side as we approach two big metal doors. "Fine, excuse me for trying to be heroic."
"He doesn't mean that." I halt the guard's icy glance at him. "He's just frustrated to see me sign a death warrant."
"Hmph." The guard snides, almost with a chuckle. "I know. You'd expect more from a kid aspiring to be a lawyer."
I raise my brow at him. Darren lets out a stiffled grunt. Our eyes lock.
'How could he possibly have known that...?'
We're at the doors now, and the guard approaches a lever.
"This is it. Get ready to get in and say your goodbyes."
I feel myself tearing up again and I hug Darren tightly.
"I'm so sorry...!" I whisper, fighting back sobs.
"I know. It's okay." He whispers back. "Back pocket. Right. Don't touch it until you know you're alone. I believe in you."
He lets go, backs up a bit, and the guard pushes down on the lever.
The last thing I remember is an utterly blinding flash of white light.

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Soon, I see myself in a yellow, glowing cloud. But I can hear something. Music.
I immediately recognize it. It's the music from the Town of Salem's selection theme- the old one.
I see a house materialize in front of me- clearly defined architecture patterns, mostly brown and red.
It appears in a large, square looking map. The music is nearing its conclusion now.
I count, I think 23 other flashing houses, and then the music finishes.
All goes black.
When I open my eyes, I'm lying in a bed. I quickly get up, and look around.
'Is this... a house? My... house...?'
Very quickly, I realize a large lump in my back right pocket. I grab it, and pull it out.
I gasp, fighting back tears again.
'Darren's Watch! He... was distracting the guard so he could give this to me...'
I strap it to my right wrist. 4:25 PM. If the watch is accurate, it's already been 25 minutes.
I compose myself, with a newfound determination. There's no more time for fear to cloud my mind anymore.
'Time to begin.'
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

Postby Rickdaily12 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 1:37 pm

Hey guys! If you're an artist, and enjoy working on DeviantArt or the like, I'm looking for you! I have some ideas I'd like to ask for help drawing out to help give more flesh to the story! I was hoping to get three things drawn out:

1. The Town I just described in the prologue / Day 1
2. The House I just described in the prologue

3. The Watch from Darren (Thanks Arckas!)

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If you want to help, or know someone who can, please, shoot me a PM! :D
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

Postby Rickdaily12 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 3:34 pm

---DAY 1 BEGINS---

"Argh- DAMN IT!"
I clench one of my left fingers after cutting it on a sharp splinter of my window. Blood starts pouring out of it.
"Yeah, okay." I sigh, openly. "That wasn't smart. I'm not sure how real this place is, but it's real enough to hurt you."
I go into the bathroom, and find a medicine cabinet. There's not much- a few small bandages, Hydrogen Peroxide, No-Name brand headache relief...
A few other chemicals catch my attention. I frown, picking up a labeled spray bottle.
'Luminol...? Why would I have this in my cabinet?'
Inside there's also a yellow sheet with a candle. There's also aluminum powder with a brush inside. I frown again.
At the very bottom shelf, there's a small, plastic, red casing. It's about the size of my two index fingers pressed together. I grab it, examining it further. There's a small notch on one of the ends of this casing.
*click!*
Suddenly, the casing opens, the sides forcing apart to reveal a clear, thick band inside. At the dead center of the band is a weirdly warped thicker piece of glass. There was no mistaking it- this was a magnifying glass!
'Is there really a need to hide the mechanicism, though? This seems more Spy gimmicky to me, but clearly I search for things...'
So, if there was anything to go off of, if this house is mine, and these are my belongings, I'm clearly an interrogator of some kind, searching for clues and trying to be discreet about searching.
'But the question is, who am I? Is there some way of me knowing I'm a member of the Mafia without having to ask?'
I rinse my bleeding finger, apply some Peroxide, and then put a bandage on it. I sigh once the stinging kicks in.
I head back to the bedroom, and continue searching through the rest of my belongings. I have a dresser opposite to my bed, but there's really nothing in there besides just some regular street clothes. I guess they had to provide us something hygenic. To the right of my bed is the window I just cut myself on. To the left is a desk. There's a coffee mug full of pens and pencils, a couple of markers, even, along with a map of the city and a compass.
'Maybe this can give me a better idea of where I am...' I grab the map, studying it further.
The map itself is shaped like a perfect square. There are twelve houses to the left of the city, and twelve houses to the right of the city. The houses seem to box in on three structures in the dead center of the city. The houses themselves are labeled from 1 to 24, starting clockwise on the top right at 1- the top left is 24. There is a single house with a large circle around it- House 11, near the bottom right corner. (I can only assume this is my house.) At the north of the city is a big government looking building marked CITY HALL. Down at the bottom seems to be some sort of hydroelectric plant focused in on a large well. At the dead center of everything is a round, circular stage with a solid dot at the dead center of the map.
"...That has to be the lynching platform." I intensely stare at the stage.
'Okay, so I have some information, then. Our town is held together by cooperation, and by three publicly owned structures. Each house seems to have a bit of a porch at the front of the house, a yard in the back, and the entire box of structures is surrounded by trees and forest. Our Town Hall must have some publicly available resources then, and the plant there is our water and electricity?'
The platform was obvious. Let's not give it too much thought about what happens there.
I can't find much else about me. I look around my bed, it's just the lamp on a coffee table. Then I look under the bed.
'Is that... a suitcase?'
I pull it out, and plop it onto the bed. It wasn't as much of a suitcase as it was a security box. It has a key-hole.
'Of course it does.' I roll my eyes and sigh, looking around the room some more, then seeing the rug in front of the bed.
Suddenly I have this flash of a memory hit my mind. It's faint, but it's there. Deep inside me is a fiery urge to check the rug.
"What the...?" I rip the rug open, exposing a small silver key underneath. I grab it- it fits perfectly into the box.
'How... how did I know it was going to be there?! I didn't place it there!'
I turn the key and open the box. Inside, there's a notepad with some stuff jotted inside, a separate sheet of paper with notes, and a picture.
I open the notepad and begin reading.

Day 0 - It was as we feared. THAT EVENT, as was foretold by a mystical evil, came true just as we feared. There are now our very own friends among us, deciding to strike and take down our united, peaceful Town, once and for all. The Mayor called me into his office today, wishing to speak with me privately. He requested that I use my talents for the protection of the rest of us, respecting each one's privacy while I search their belongings to get a feel of their intentions. He begged me to not forget that we are here for the sake of the many, and not for selfish greed. I promised him that I would use my gift of interrogation to find truth in everyone and to seek our allies out carefully. He reminded me that the resources in the City Hall were everything I needed to go about doing this. I must remember. The City Hall is where everything begins, and where all answers are stored.
Day 1 - The Mayor was found dead in his office. He was last seen alive last night one hour after sending away the final person he wished to privately inform of these dangers. I've already checked into how he died. There were no signs of forced entry, no signs of a struggle. The cause of death was internal bleeding. I imagine a slow-acting poison of some kind. On his back was the Mayor's very own insignia: tainted in the color Red, instead of his usual green. Too much of the day has gone by for us to interrogate the remaining civilians, but it's very clear who has done this. An incredible criminal mastermind.
I solemnly swear to bring this person to justice myself, if it's the very last thing I do. - R.M.

My eyes widen in horror. R.M. Rick Miller. My real name.
'WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!?!'
I quickly glance at the sheet of paper inside. It mostly had a set of instructions on household items.

In case you ever forget your destiny, remember these simple brilliant rules of logical deduction:

1. If the target possesses leadership qualities and medals, they are much like our Mayor.
2. If the target possesses forensic tools, they are much like ourselves.
3. If the target possesses drugs and leather tools, they are much like an Escort.
4. If...

The list continued, detailing various groups of people who apparently live here.
And after a picture with me and a much older man in front of the City Hall, there was no mistaking my true identity.
I am this Town's Investigator.
There were so many unanswered questions I had about the mysteries about this city, but at the very least, this much was clear.

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*GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG!*
The bell at City Hall began to beat. I felt an overpowering urge to rush down the stairs into the daylight. I check Darren's watch. 5:00 PM.
I walked outside, greeted by 23 other individuals like myself who all converged onto the City Hall steps. In front of us was an old man. Dead.
I looked up at the sun, but it was already far into the west now, turning the sky slowly into a brilliant orange.
We all stood outside for a good 10 minutes, staring at each other. No one said a thing, the wind howling in our hair.
'24 houses.' I note. '24 people. We're clearly the ones who complete this city. And yet a murdered man lies in front of us.'
Finally, the person who emerged out of house 14 had the gall to approach the body, and found a note inside the coat, which she read out loud:
"My fellow people, consider this city under siege. I know each of your darkest secrets, and in hope of your continued survival, I leave you complete access to all the compartments inside my City Hall. In hopes that my friends can find ones responsible for this, I grant everyone full access to everything- ONLY provided that the sun is still in the horizon. Once it starts to get dark, the City Hall is off-limits to all, regardless of who you are. Consider anyone an enemy who lurks within its walls in the night where they cannot be seen. There is to be no defense to performing your searches at night. I hope you take this warning very gravely. I'm sorry I can no longer help you, but I am certain you will catch the ones responsible. Farewell."
Everyone was quiet once she finished. She put the note back on the body, and stood there.
There was silence for another 10 minutes again. The sun was turning the sky into an even more terrific red-orange.
I look around the 24 of us; clearly there are many people of multiple ethnicity. Slowly, I gain a hunch.
"I seriously doubt we're all from Canada here." I frown.
"Canadian, huh?" One of the others looks at me. "No. I'm Brazilian."
A few others shake their heads. "America."
A few more. "United Kingdom... Mexico... Russia... Australia... Japan..."
"Does everyone here at least speak English? Know English? Enough to be able to communicate with us?" Another asked.
Everyone nods, no objections.
"It's pretty safe to say this is everyone's first day in this town then, right?" The player from House 19 retorted.
More nodding.
I fish for another hunch. "But it doesn't seem to be that way, as well?"
A few people look at me with raised brows.
'...Uh oh.'
"I don't know about everyone else, but when I woke up this afternoon, I tried looking all over my house for clues of who I am. And I did end up finding them, but I was getting the sense that I had some stored, hidden memories inside my mind that don't quite look right to me."
"Come to think of it, did anyone else exactly get lost in their house today?" Player 2 asked.
No one nodded.
"I think I know what you're talking about." He looks at me. "I thought I was just going to play this game of Mafia, and then suddenly, I feel altered."
One of the girls from Australia steps forward. "It was six in the morning when I thought I showed up here. Now it's almost night again, and... does anyone else from my time zone feel slightly tired right now?"
"I do too. And it was four in the afternoon when I got here." I piped up.
Everyone else was nodding. It didn't look like the mass tiring was time-zone specific.
"Alright, everyone." Player 1 cut the banter. "At the very least, we need to do or figure out something before today is over. The Mayor says this place becomes off-limits once the sun goes down, and that looks like it'll be within the next hour and a bit. If he says we have important resources we can all use in there, we need to start making use of it now. Has anyone else been in here- City Hall, yet?"
"This is the first time everyone's come outside since we've arrived." Player 16 looks at him. "The bell called us all outside, remember?"
"Let's go inside, then." Player 1 suggests. "There's no sense just wasting our time here. I don't know about you guys, but this all feels a lot more damn real than I'd be comfortable to admit, wouldn't you say?"
We all agree with murmurs, and then proceed to enter the colossal building that was our Town Hall.
Only to gawk once we were inside.
A huge spiral marble staircase was at the dead center of the lobby, with a seemingly-endless number of rooms and hallways branching everywhere.
"Oh fu-!!!" "Shi-!!!"
'Oh god.' My eyes went wide. 'This place is just too damn big. Way to give us helpful parting advice, Mr. Mayor. You leave us your home with all the apparent answers, and you didn't give us nearly enough time to search through it all by the end of the day!!!'
Darren's watch pegged us at 5:45 PM.

One Hour Remains in Day 1...
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

Postby Nellyfox » Thu Mar 26, 2015 5:22 pm

Needs more Starbucks.

totally not forced to post
I'm sure being an invest will be fun won't it, Rick :p
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

Postby koolkatgold » Thu Mar 26, 2015 5:27 pm

It's really, reeeeeallllly good
11/10 would recommend.
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

Postby Rickdaily12 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 7:44 pm

---NIGHT 1 BEGINS---

A lot of searching was actually done at the City Hall, so I'll just spare you the details from what I remember:
The primary resource there was food. There was a lot of food. There are twenty four residents living in this city, and somehow the Mayor knew to stock at least enough emergency rations to feed 24 living people for at least a week.
'And so, what happens to the food once bodies start turning up?' I bite my lip. 'We redistribute?'
There were twenty four of us running around the entire City Hall trying to scavenge as much information as possible, but it was brutal. There were four floors, not counting the basement, and the halls branched out as far as we could see. So we had to make sure to break into four groups of six to make sure that there was always a member of Town around searching for the information we needed, and we still couldn't find all of it.
There were a few pieces of information we were able to get out of the vaults, though.
We had a rough idea of what resources the Town had at their disposal, which ones the Mafia did, and what kind of abilities we could expect to see out of those aligned with neither. Once broken down, the Town had sixteen unique residents it classfies, the Mafia had eight, and there were ten other classes of roles that were considered aligned to neither faction.'
In some other rooms, we found twenty five classified documents that we were able to combine after enough sorting:
Fourteen of the folders were green folders. Two were symbolized by a magnifying glass, two had a First Aid symbol, one had a gun symbol, two had an exclaimation mark. Three had question marks, two were blank. What made it interesting was the final two folders, marked by a Sun. Inside one of these folders was our now dead Mayor.
'This is clearly trying to warn us that the Mayor deduces that 14 of the 25 are necessarily trying to keep everyone alive; now that the Mayor is dead, we are down to thirteen, and we have no good idea of figuring who is who. For now.'
Five folders were red folders. Two had the city insignia, marked in red. One had an exclaimation mark, and the other two were left as question marks. The Mayor was warning us that at least five of us know who their allies are, and they are the enemy.
This left six folders, and this is where it got concerning. There was one white folder, two grey ones, and three black ones, One of the black folders was marked by a radioactive symbol with an exclaimation mark. It was the only empty folder of the 25.
'Six unknown roles to the Town and Mafia. Their color... recognizes their likihood of helping us out, I guess? But if that was true, then what gives with that very last folder?'
I wasn't the only one who had that concern. The others laid out all the folders for us to see, each telling us what each catagory of the folders meant for the abilities of the Town and Mafia. A few faces had gone white at the final black folder.
"So..." the boy from House 5 started. "Does that mean that there's an extremely dangerous person out there?"
"I don't think so." Player 1 stood at the window, watching the falling sun. "I think it means there's a fourth neutral class here."
Player 20 was looking over the Resources section of the folders. "I think the Mayor did a good job mostly explaining what each different person here is capable of doing. I recognize these abilities from games of Mafia I've played before..."
"Really?" The girl from House 14 looked at him. "I don't think I've ever heard of a Lawyer before, or a Phantom..."
"I have." Player 22 piped up. "It was in this one message boards called BlankMediaGames. Our mods ended up inventing those roles."
I snapped into focus. 'Yes... I invented both of those roles...'
"Oh, fantastic." 14's voice dripped into sarcasm. "Glad to see we're playing on an equal level field. Some privelged here know how this all works better than the rest of us regular Mafia players."
"It's not like that." 20 got up. "I don't think any of us did anything here on purpose, and we're not immediately enemies for trying to info-share with you either. We're all just trying to keep everyone alive here."
"Hmph. So you say. I just see a slightly more informed player than the rest of us." Some bickering came out.
'Hmm.' I continue reading from the folders. 'Maybe it's best if I pretend I have no idea what they're talking about. For now.'

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Once the last hour of daylight was done, we agreed to retreat to our homes, not disturbing anyone until the next day rose.
"Yeah. Right." I mutter at my desk at home. "After all the hell I went through today? Tough shit."
I start at my desk, trying to compile all the information I had so far. I know that while this city is most likely a virtual world (after all, I saw my own house created before my very eyes), I can tell that my surroundings are real. After all, Darren's watch followed me into this world and carries deep sentimental value along with me, and I can cut and bleed and feel pain as I would normally in the real world. That suggests that any real injury I suffer that results in death would carry over back into the world we all came from.
'Speaking of, we all seem to come from that world.' I study the ceiling. 'I lost 25 minutes of memory after losing contact with Darren. Meanwhile, I've seemed to gain memories that aren't mine. I somehow remember events where I truly was an Investigator helping out our Mayor in the past, even though I retain my memories of inventing the role cards this world quotes as source. Somehow, BlankMediaGames got involved...?'
Then there's the fact that there are people from all over the world. Everywhere, across all the continents. Some know of these message boards, but not everyone does. And for crying out loud- if it ends up happening that people fixate on me either for being Rick, or for just being associated with those boards, I cannot afford to paint a target on my back so soon. I did not come all this way to plan on dying.
'So that means subtle cloak-and-dagger Investigator tactics are going to have to come from my end.' I focus on the list I'm working on. 'I can't let on too strongly that I'm a power role. I've got to ploy as Citizen and take some risks during the day- but not so many risks that people here recognize that I'm that all-too-familiar Town leader from the forums. The longer I go giving everyone the impression that I'm someone different, the better my chances.'
I stop writing for a second. 'Oh, crap. WHAT'S MY NAME?!'
An extremely good point. I can't just be Rick from Winnipeg anymore. I need an entirely new identity, an entirely new persona. I need to make excuses for how I'm not possibly the same person I was so that I can fire off cover responses if I'm ever asked to reveal who I really am.
...
...
...
I sigh. 'Nothing. I just have to go wing it if it ever comes up.' I bury my face into my hands.
An extremely dangerous tactic that I normally hate ever trying to deploy. Unfortunately, Night is shorter from what I'm used to. It should be over within the next 12 hours at the latest- four times shorter than Night phase back on the forums. That means with every minute I try to relax and take information in, the more minutes I burn of my sanity by not actually using my tools as an Investigator, or by even getting enough sleep.
I put the pen down. 'I've got to stop staring at this. This is as much as I'm getting, and this isn't necessarily bad.'

(Rick's Idea of what we're up against) wrote:2 Town Glass
2 Town Hospital
1 Town Gun
2 Town !!!
2 Town Sun
3 Town ???
2 Town BLANKS

2 Mafia Crests
1 Mafia !!!
2 Mafia ???

1 White Neutral
2 Grey Neutrals
2 Black Neutrals
1 Biohazardous Neutral

*CRUMPLE! Ffft-!*
'Okay. I have officially lost my mind.' I sigh, and think a little harder.
'I know that these people, whoever these sick bastards are, ripped an entire page out of our books at the FM department of BlankMediaGames. That should have been obvious once I saw groups like Lawyer and Phantom appearing exactly as written, so I can safely assume that I'm familiar with just about everything that appears from the abilities of both sides. The question becomes, well, what can I deduce from what I've been given?'
'Glass- magnifying glass. It was the same question I rose to myself when I opened that cabinet. That has to mean Investigative. Green folder- investigative role. The First Aid sign is clearly that of a Protective role, and as there are 16 different Town files, Marshal must have been included into that consideration into the last minute, so that means that whoever is doing this is closely reading that forum still today. The gun? Killing. Moving on. The exclaimation mark and the Sun get trickier, but I think of the Mayor being in the Sun catagory, and that tells me that we still have a truly powerful Town leader out there among us. Then the exclamation marks must mean something in the folders- the remaining roles we would see in the Town. The blanks are those with no abilities, and the question marks are those we have no clue.'
'With the Mafia, it's trickier. We can tell that they're indicated by the red folders, but the symbols are less clear as there are multiple abilties within the Mafia that cannot be as easily classified as what the Town roles do. The Mayor's clues make that clear to us. But I guess he's trying to tell us to be careful about there being at least one particularly powerful member within the Mafia?'
Then there's the grey-scale folders.
'They have to mean the neutrals.' I nod. 'If the fact that this person is a fan of BlankMedia, it most likely means that White- the lightest member- is the ONLY most likely neutral to have Town-friendly goals than the darker members. So there's one possible town ally from the Neutrals. Then there's two darker members- trying to tell us that while Town will get hurt trying to help these people, it is theoretically possible to strike deals for us to join forces? Then the darkest two members means that cooperation is likely impossible. The biohazardous.... uh...'
Seriously, what the hell was the Mayor on by drawing up THAT symbol?
I strike my pen through that one folder and just leave the slot blank. I'm sure that if we don't have that answer now, we'll know it soon.

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I check Darren's watch. 10:40 PM. It's totally dark out there now.
I step out the front door, and retreat myself to one of the benches I have at my porch. Outside, I see a few other people gazing out at their surroundings, if perhaps a tad too paranoid to get some sleep just yet.
'I think every waking minute I spend with these people, knowing I'm just as scared as they are, keeps me sane.' I smile a little.
Off in the distance, I see a very tall silhouette just to the left of the massive City Hall. I frown.
"I can clearly see the details of the other houses here, and the hall..." I mutter. "But I don't remember getting a good look at that?"
With a determined gulp, I eventually gather the courage to step beyond my house. I leave my porch, and I start toward the general public area beyond all the houses. With each step I take, I can just feel everyone stopping dead to see what I'm up to.
I'm getting closer to the silhouette, and shortly I realize where I'm standing relative to the Town now.
I am directly in front of the lynching platform.
"What, this...?" I look up at the contraption. "Why do we need something so tall...?"
I pull out my map and compare its size to the rest of the structures in the Town. It's true. The Lynch Platform is a lot smaller in width compared to the Water plant and especially the City Hall, but there appears to be a stone tower right where the stage is.
"HEY! YOU!"
I jolt back to my senses and panick as I see someone starting toward me.
Frantically I look around. No- there's too many people here. Behind me- the left part of Town, there's not as many people on their porches, but there isn't that many people outside at all compared to me...
'Oh for shit's sake- what if they're ALL Mafia?!?!?" I grit my teeth, terrified, wishing I were more careful.
The person approaching me stops a good ten yards from me, and I'm about backed completely up against the Lynch Tower.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" It's the boy from House 4. "This time of night- it's not safe for innocent folk to be this far from their homes!"
'Oh- thank GOD.' My heart rate drops about 50 beats per minute. "Didn't you notice this?" I ask him. "I didn't realize just how bad a look I got at the way we're lynching people this time around. No gallows, no lighting rod- just a tower? There's no entry into it either."
"I'm not coming any closer for you to verify that." He seethes at me. "I just wanted to remind you that you're not safe out here."
"No one is safe anymore." I counter. "I don't care if it's Day or Night, 4. If us dying in this world is real, I will not approach this game as I've done every other Mafia game I've ever had. I will unlock every secret in this city with my dying breath."
I take a few steps back, facing him, and then start trying to get a better view of the tower.
"You are seriously only out here for what we're going to do tomorrow?" He raised a brow at me.
"Are you going to tell me how this tower works?" I quipped back. He fell silent.
'Damn straight. Didn't think so.'
"Do me a favor, then." I spat one more time. "I trust you well enough not to kill me right here, and you can tell I'm unarmed. I will scream if you come at me. But otherwise, I need you to watch people behind me closely."
The boy is caught off guard by the offer, but doesn't turn around. "Fine."
I see a lever on the interior of the Tower. I carefully circle the entire stage, and it's the only apparent mechanism on the contraption. I sigh.
"I have no idea what's going to happen after I do this, so I'd take a step back if I were you." I warn 4.
After he does, I take one more deep breath, and then find the courage to pull the switch.
*CLICK!*
I brace for impact. Nothing. I open my eyes, and step away from the tower.
"Hey!" 4 shouted at me. "A switch just clicked up in front of me here from the ground!"
'What...?' I frown at him. "Give it a pull! I think I'm about as far as you!"
I turn around toward the left houses, and I'm seeing that we're attracting a crowd now.
*SNAP!* ERRRRRRR*
WHAM!!!!


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Screaming. Lots and lots of screaming.
'What... the heck... just happened.' I roll up from the ground. I look at the tower- I'm facing it from the direction of the Water plant.
A crowd has gathered around the Tower, the hollow cavity of the entire tower is filled by nothing but a giant boulder covering the ground. I see the Town grouped; 4 is calling out for me, trying to find any sign that I'm either okay, or that there's a body.
'There's no time for this!' I get up, and disappear into the trees beyond the plant and make my way to a house in secret.

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*THUD THUD THUD!*
Sounds of a knocking person at a door wakes me up. I frantically check Darren's watch. 5:00 AM in the morning.
'Oh god. Oh my god. They're here.'
Last night I broke into 14's house in the middle of all the chaos. I was able to have virtually all the time in the world I needed in her living room to sneak around and get an idea of who she really was. Not that it helped any. She's definitely a Citizen.
'There wasn't any time to write it down- I can't let the killers hide my information away!!!'
I jump out of my bed and hurry to my security box. I stash all my tools and information in there, and frantically hide it all underneath my bed.
'For christ's sak- WHY NOW?! WHY do they have to kill anyone?! We don't have to fight each other!'
I rush back onto my bed after hiding everything of value. Everything I have is safe. If there's a house search tomorrow, they'll find what I need them to.
'Please... I'm so freaking sorry, Darren...'
I take his watch off my wrist, and I start sobbing.
All of a sudden, a man starts screaming at the top of his lungs across the city. I begin sobbing uncontrollably with fear.
And then a female's shrill voice, next door, started screaming as loud as she could. I scream, startled by the sudden piercing cry.
*BANG! -thud*
I'm still crying, but her screams end with the gunshot.
I clutch Darren's watch to my chest, and continue sobbing until the sun begins rising.
They are letting me live. For now.

END OF NIGHT 1
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY

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This is a very good story... that I would like to see the next part... :) :shock:
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 1 ENDS)

Postby NheroArconix » Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:22 pm

I wonder if any forum members are going to show up in this. (Aside from plr 22)

Really good so far. Keep it up.
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 1 ENDS)

Postby Rickdaily12 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:44 pm

---DAY 2 BEGINS---

6:00 AM. 'Thanks, Darren's Watch.'
By this point, the Sun was starting to break into the sky, but I wasn't able to get any sleep after what happened an hour ago. The knocking on the door, the screaming of the two victims... there is just no way to unhear anything that just happened. Even if I wanted to forget, I don't think I'd be able to.
I grab a very small, concealable kit of forensics gear, tap into my inner Private Detective memories, and push out into the Town.
...
As I go out my door, I grab every person who walks outside and tell them to follow me.
"You heard those screams last night, right?" I asked all of them, one by one.
Most of them didn't. But most of those who didn't hear were nowhere near the affected houses at the time.
The screams seem to wake only the nearby.
We started with House 20, due to there being a larger crowd around that house. I wince.
'This was the guy who did the most talking about BlankMedia yesterday. Why would they have wanted him dead?'
I knocked on the door. When no one answered, I had the largest guy I could find kick the door down.
"This is how I want every Body extraction team to go." I barked orders at them. "I want two people going downstairs, checking out anyone hiding down there. Two people on the main floor, blocking the exits, and a second person who comes with me to extract the evidence out of their house, alright? If anyone sees anything they don't like, the codeword to scream is 'Fire', got it?"
After enough nods, we venture into 20's home. As we begin to explore the house for clues, I look over at Player 14.
"Can I trust you with me upstairs to handle the body?"
She coughs, a bit unsure, but eventually nods.
As we go up the stairs, she looks me over. "Any particular reason why me? Or why you're so calm right now?"
I shrug back at her. "I'm not calm. If you asked me, I'm bloody terrified. Don't treat me like I deal with the dead all the time."
'Seriously, you should have seen all the water works I was doing last night.' I sigh to myself.
"I'd think that at first, but you seem level headed right now." She shoots at me again.
I stop, and turn to face her.
"Honest answer? It's because you're with me."
She gives me a weird look.
"It's got nothing to do with the fact that you're a girl, it's got nothing to do with the fact that you may have said anything to me. You're nothing special, before you ask. It's that I'm fine with your intuition more than others right now. And your presence here, rather than if I were alone, prevents me from being anxious. You force me to constantly remember there are people out there I need to help protect."
"...Oh, I see." She continues to follow me up the stairs. "So it's a sort of co-dependancy?"
"No one likes a bitch." I glare at her, pushing 20's door open, and then we both gawk.

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===Winnipeg, Manitoba, 6:30 AM CST===

"Dare? Honey, are you awake down there?"
"Yeah, Mom! Thanks for getting me up!" Darren stares, fixated on his computer screen.
"Um, actually, I was going to ask if you got any rest last night." She calls down at him again. "Honey, I heard you yelling in the middle of the night last night- I thought someone was hurting you until you calmed yourself down. Did you manage to get any sleep?"
"Yeah Mom..." He calls up again. "I was just having a bad dream last night! Don't worry, I got sleep!"
"Okay dear... have a good day!" She calls, walking out the door. "I love you!"
"Love you too!"
The door shuts upstairs, and Darren opens his laptop again.
"Geez, Rick..." He mutters under his breath. "You need to stop scaring me this much, man. First the stunt with the boulder tower, next you scream in your sleep, and now... you're walking right into the room where some guy got stabbed to death?"
He watches as I start examining the body of Player 20, who lay dead on his bed.
"Please, man... don't get yourself killed..." He winces.
He was pretty sure he was never going to get that much sleep any time soon for the next bit of time. Damned round-the-clock updates.

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"Can you take this note and read it out for me, please?" I give the sheet of paper to 14.
She grabs it and pauses. "What is it?"
"If it's like anything we ever dealt with? Probably the Last Will or Death Note of the guy. Can you just...?" I sigh.
While she turns around and starts reading, I pull out my forensics kit and start using it without her noticing.
"If you are reading this, we got careless last night. We lacked the proper plan to keep our information secure, and quite frankly, I was tired about people asking questions with simple answers. Like that annoying 14. She was told by our Godfather last night... " She gasps. "What the-?!"
"Keep reading, please." I droned at her, not breaking focus as I wince at touching the stab wounds. "I know what they're trying to do. Keep reading."
"But... ugh! ...She was told by our Godfather last night all the details... of what a person like myself can do. Last night I was sent off to track the actions of Player 3. If I died anywhere besides at home, then you know I was killed by your Veteran! MWAHAHAHA! Lol."
I glance at her, cracking a smile at her attempt to pull that off.
"Anyway, I wish you the crappiest luck, Town! It just sucks that I am dead. (P.S., because I know I have actual friends from the online game I play here, I hope that this doesn't really mean I'm dead for good, because we have to kill you too...) - Chit."
-clatter!-
'DAMN IT!' I realized in horror that I dropped my casing glass at the shock of hearing Chit's name. She looks at me scramble to pick it up.
"Sorry about that. Gift from a friend." I grunt at her. "So, it sounds like he knows people from where he played."
She shifts her eyes at me. "Yeah. I'm a bit worried at the thought of an alliance going on with those people behind our backs. So- we're looking at SK?"
I nod and get up. "Yeah. Definitely the wounds consistent with a Serial Killer. And based on his will, I would say we just lost ourselves one of those weird wonky Mafia roles the Mayor told us... Agent, right?"
"Yeah. I guess." 14 ushers out the door. "Come on, if we're done looking down here, let's go get the others."
...
Our Body extraction team was met by another group of people who was carrying Player 12's body down from her house. Player 1 was leading that group.
"Hey!" He calls out to 14. "What do we have from that part of Town?"
"Player 20! His name is apparently Chit." She calls back. "Stabbed by a Serial Killer, we think he's Mafia. What about you- what did you guys find?"
"Oh! Funny you should ask that." He retorts back. "Absolutely nothing."

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*GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG!*
We, the 22, appeared at the City Hall right away after the bell. 8:30 AM, sharp.
"Good morning everyone." Player 1 turns around right away with a bellowing roar. "Glad you could all make it to the service. Did you know our sick twisted joke of a City Hall carries a morgue?! Neither did I! But it sure came in handy today."
"What are we looking at, guys?" Player 6 asks everyone. "All I remember is being wide awake after two shrill screams last night."
"I heard them too." Player 15 nods, a few others counting myself with them.
"Well, you see, we were coordinating a few body extractions from the houses of the dead." 14 pipes up. "I had 11's help, mostly, along with some others who assisted us grab Player 20 out from his bed. It looks like he was killed by a Serial Killer."
"Likewise, I held my own little passe of people to higher standards as we searched Player 12's house, momentarily after she screamed." Player 1 boasted. "We were hoping to get a good idea of who she truly was. But, unfortunately, the vicious Mafia cleaned her out of all her belongings."
"Wait." Player 24, a young boy, looked confused. "So we have no idea who she was?"
"Not even the faintest." Player 1 looks chipper at 24. "Now, before we get started, there's a few things we need to address last night. Everyone?"
"I was transported last night." 6 announced.
"I think I was controlled last night by a Witch." 14 announced.
"I got distracted." 17 declared.
"I was transported last night." 4 stated.
"I was distracted." 2 sighed.
Player 1 then looks squarely at me.
"Um, yes? Can I help you?"
"Have you already forgotten?" He sighs at me. "Last night, we were all there once this Tower came crashing down. We even thought we found blood here last night, but here you are, completely fine and unscathed!" Then his brow narrows at me. "A little suspicious, don't you think?"
'What?!' I take a step back. 'Geez, what is this guy's problem?!'
"I'm sorry, but why exactly, is that a suspicious thing to do?" I quip back. "Okay, yes, I admit being the primary reason the boulder from this Lynch tower came down. I doubt I was the only person interested in seeing how exactly the Tower functioned with no obvious door or kill switch."
"No, you're right about that, but I mean more about the fact how you somehow went missing after the dust settled." He looks at me sternly. "I would almost go as far to say that you were trying to distract us from something while you advanced Mafia Agenda on us."
And then Player 1 points his finger at me.
"Are... you doing what I think you're doing?" I breathed back, in sheer wonder.
"You bet I am." He flashes me a killer smile. "It's amazing, isn't it? In real time Mafia, even actions we don't consider abilities can stack against you!"
'You can't be serious!' I bite my lip. 'This day has only JUST started! What is this guy up to?!'
A few murmurs erupt, resulting in three more fingers appearing against me.
"Whoa! Hang on!" I object to the suspicion tossed at me. "Who can ever say they've seen ANYTHING like this before? A real live Mafia Town, real injuries causing real harm, and the risk of your own life here?! Have we all forgotten? This isn't as simple as passing off a night action to your Moderator anymore! You actually have to investigate yourself now, and find your answers on your own! If you don't, consider yourself as good as legitimately dead!"
A few more murmurs in my defense start concurring with me now.
"Player 1, you might view people's actions simply as 'Town-Motivated', or 'Mafia-Motivated', but in case you can't tell, this isn't a freaking game anymore. Lives are at stake! If you're willing to bet each of our valuable lives in a gamble you just came up with only within second of that gong sounding, then I'm going to point right back at you and say you're not taking our lives seriously if you're voting someone so soon!"
I point back at his finger, and the other three against me drop.
"Heh. Tougher than you look, aren't you." He flashes me another smile.
"Is that admission of guilt, or are you going to start taking our remaining hours seriously?" I shot back.
He drops his finger, and I drop mine.
"Fine. Have it your way. We have all sorts of night actions being claimed right now, Player 11. Where do you propose we should start?"
I think for a moment, back to what was being said a moment ago.
'Asking people their night actions is only going to take all of seconds.' I close my eyes. 'And we can break people down as much as we want, but the amount of time it actually takes to condemn someone here takes less than nothing. Maybe we can take advantage of our ability to do fast-paced things?'
(Amazing, isn't it?! In real time Mafia, even actions we don't consider abilities can stack against you!)

"Hey, Player 1?" I turn back on him. "I've got a question for you. Earlier you said that actions we don't even count as abilities should be considered as reasons to go about lynching someone, right? You were pretty quick to jump that way against me."
"If you're going to vote me again..." His smile very quickly fades on me now.
"Relax." I roll my eyes at him. "Did you get a chance to talk to a lot of the people after the boulder dropped down?"
"Before we ask anyone else that question, why don't you answer it yourself?" 17 scowled at me for pitching the idea.
"That was a boulder I was within spitting distance of, alright?" I shot back at him. "I was knocked back, I lost my hearing for a bit. I was in a daze, and I was trying to find my way back home. That way, we didn't have to make any mistakes about how to go about lynching someone today."
He breaks eye contact with me, and I cross my arms.
"I can verify his story." 4 piped up in my defense. "Personally, I was very scared that he ended up dying last night. You really don't have a clue how relieved I am to see you here fine, 11." He looked away from me. "Even if I was a little harsh to you for just trying to make things easier on us."
"Don't worry about it." I smiled. "Look, guys, there are 22 of us. Thanks to my display last night, we have about 10 hours before the sun goes down to check over this entire town for clues. If you have to, I want you to go back into your houses, figure out something you did productive last night, and come back and tell us all what that was. Because if anything is clear- things did not go well for Mafia last night. And they'll be careful not to repeat themselves."
"And can you focus on the Town for a bit?" 14 glared at me. "What do you figure we should do?"
I grabbed the will off of Chit's body.
"Know what this tells me?" I sighed one more time. "This shows me that I wasn't the only person home last night with a pencil and paper at work about how to figure out patterns behind this Town's history. Guys, you had a lot of hours to yourself last night. We might have electricity, but there are no televisions, no internet, and based on the look of 20's house, I can say that his house layout, especially his bedroom with the DESK inside, looks enough like my house that if he needed to scribble some notes somewhere for his team's benefit, he can do that!"
I gave a moment to let those words sink in.
"So, go home, get out some pens and papers, and start recording things you find weird about today!" I waved at all of them. "NOW!"
People started to retreat back to their homes, but before that, I got pulled aside by Player 1.
"I've got my eye on you, 11. If my guts are right about you, and if you end up slipping up..." He flashes me a smile. "You won't like what happens."
"Is that coming from innocent Player 1, or do you have some illegal bite to add to that bark?" I retorted back.
We exchanged one more staredown, then went our separate ways back into our homes. Player 14 watches us from her porch, and sighs.

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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 2 BEGINS)

Postby NheroArconix » Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:52 pm

You're going to keep me on the edge of my seat, aren't you Rick.

RIP chit.
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Postby Sturps » Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:05 pm

I have a feeling I already know who Player 12 is. :roll:
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Won't lie, this is awesome.
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Postby Rickdaily12 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 12:30 am

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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 2 BEGINS)

Postby Santa07 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:58 am

Rick ma boy.

This is amazing.

I could say so much about this but I gotta go do stuff.

But yeah, it's amazing and I really want to continue reading it!
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Postby Rickdaily12 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 3:06 am

===Day 2 1:00 PM===

Remember when I said I thought it might be easier to comb through the archives of City Hall if you had more than just an hour?
It isn't.
"Damn it!" I throw papers up in frustration. "We've been here for three hours now, and all I'm finding is everything I don't need to know about how the Mayor tried to get to second base with his own patriotic symbol!"
"You know, you'd think a man with that much power would have better ways of spending money." 14 gives me a puzzled look. "If he were really that lonely, you'd think company would be money better spent, not objects...?"
"Objects would at least stay within this building, whereas any person would probably walk out the door after the night." I retorted.
She raises a brow at me and laughs. "So, you're defending him now? Besides, any girl has their price."
I go back to reading. "Or guy. We're not in the fifties anymore. At least, not in the real world."
"Ah, sorry, I forgot." She shakes her head. "I'm not against that, but it's not exactly legal where I am."
I decide against prying further. "In any event, here's what gets me. The man loved his symbolism so much, literally would try to take it out on dates, and make it his classy green insignia and everything. Why would the Godfather ever be interested in a symbol with... THAT degree of history?"
"Well, remember where the Godfather and Mayor both are right now." She walks over to me. "One is somewhere out at large. The other is dead. It's pretty clear where the symbol's future rests now after that due justice being served."
I frown, but still focused. "Odd way of word choices there, my friend."
"Okay, come on. Let's be real here." She chuckles again. "I apparently have memories of that lunatic being my leader? I just met his corpse yesterday. Sorry for being a bit blunt or rude, but there's not exactly anything to miss."
'Wow.' I stop. 'She actually just went there?'
She frowns as I stare at her coldly. "What?"
"So if I wind up dead tomorrow...?" I lower my brow. "You know, I'm frequently contemplating what could very well be my last moments alive. I am trying my ass off here trying to help innocent people survive, and you seriously have the nerve to say 'Oh, sorry, wish I could cry, stranger'???"
Her jaw drops. "Oh shi- no, no no no, I didn't mean it like-"
"No, you just meant that you were happy not to be that man bleeding on the streets, like their sacrifice meant not a damn thing." I look back down.
She sighs. "I'm so sorry."
"You're literally apologizing to the wrong person here. I'm not dead yet. But thanks for completely missing the point."
She gets up, turns around and just walks off, shocked at what just happened.
'Or maybe the difference between you and I, is that I have friends who make me realize people are worth giving damns over, even when I've never met them before, 14.' I hold Darren's watch as she leaves. 'But that's just me.'

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"So, when you imagined actually playing Mafia..." Player 17 opens to Player 4.
The two of them were at Player 12's house with a few other players, investigating the empty house for more clues.
"Yes, what of it?" 4 looks back at him.
"Did you ever see it working out that the Town doesn't spend the entire day itself at the lynch podium?" 17 laughs. "I mean, yeah, we probably would have most of the houses labelled as crime scenes throughout most of the period of everything, but seriously, we're delaying a lynch target to go investigating?"
"Well, I mean." 4 shrugs. "I guess we do have Investigators and Consiglieres to do most of the clue scrubbing for us. Except just like in the game, they don't want to be revealing themselves, and I think 11 made a good point about not rushing the day when we can look deeper into what we really have."
"Yeah, but actual investigation is so boring..."
4 sighs. "Good luck lynching anyone without your own ass hanging on the line if you do it without searching for anything yourself."
"Do you even know how many hours are left in the day?" 17 challenged. "How deep we can interrogate someone until they break? If someone has anything bad they're trying to hide, wasting our time in a ghost town of a house is not the way to go about cracking those people."
"Says the guy boo-hooing about bodies having to be dragged out by the players, right?" 4 glances back. "Can I get someone else down here please?"
17 sneers. "I'll be upstairs if you need me for actual lynch training."
Player 6 comes downstairs into the basement. "Hey, you okay down here?"
"Oh, I'm fine, really." 4 retorts. "I just got pretty sick and tired of his constant bitching that 11 had a point."
She laughs. "Yeah, 17 strikes me as a bit of a sour apple. But it is what it is."
"So, you and I got transported yesterday, huh?"
"Yep, looks like it." She nods.
He looks at her with a seriously worried face. She stares back. "What?"
"Is... there ANYTHING wrong about my bed? Soiled sheets? Broken spring? Bedbugs?"
"What??? Eww!!!" She bursts out laughing. "No- why, was my bed okay?"
"Oh, wonderful. And I swear if anything happened- I broke not a single thing." They both laugh.
"You're such a- AHHH!" 6 shrieked, backing up only to trip over the rug.
"Whoa!" 4 dives for her. "Are you alright?"
"Ugh..." She rubs herself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why the hell was the rug that lumpy, though...?"
4's eyes widen. "It wasn't like that when I was down here before..."
"Hey, what's going on down there?!?! I heard yelling!" 17 screams downstairs. Both of them lock gazes.

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Outside of the City Hall, before the Lynch Tower, was Player 1, looking extremely happy to see me leaving the building. As usual,
"Well, look who it is!!!" He shines another fairly bedazzling smile at me. "If it isn't our unspoken hero! Or does he finally have something to say?"
'It doesn't make sense.' I grit my teeth as I come down the steps. 'The Mayor was adamant about there being information there stored for us that we can use. There seriously better have been information aside from scandalous photos of him for non-existent tabloids here!'
14 tries to catch up with me. "Will you let me talk to you, already???"
"What's there to talk about?" I glare at her, dropping my voice to a whisper. "Look, 14. I just wasted three freaking hours of the Town's time trying to re-dig into archives, making everyone grab their notebooks at how I'm the sorriest excuse of a time-staller ever."
"Exactly, and frankly, 11, I don't think you're that dumb to waste everyone's time on purpose." She whispers back, glancing at the building crowd at the tower. "I think you have enemies who don't want you searching for information you will eventually find."
I'm taken aback. "Oh, so you believe me now."
"I don't trust you. I just don't think you're that stupid."
"HEY!" 1 screams at us. "Lovers! Please! If you're done whispering escape routes? We have business we need to settle."
I sigh, and I walk up to the rest of the crowd awaiting the tower.
"So, we were just discussing our options, having people take down notes, just like you said, 11." He gives me another crazy smile. "We agree to lynch whoever you think is the most suspicious person of all 22 of us- so long as you provide us with something we don't already know in the next hour."
"And if I don't satisfy?" I press my luck.
"Then we all agree that the person who is most suspicious is the one wasting everyone's time. You."
'Jesus Christ.' I bite my lip. 'Way to welcome a guy. Present the right piece of evidence or prepare to be flattened at the stake...'
I open my notepad and begin jotting notes down. (NOTE TO SELF- swear off Phoenix Wright games for good.)
Then my eyes wander to a clue the original Rick Miller left for me.
"...Well, I don't have too much to say about the current deaths at hand, Player 1, in case you were hoping me to give you the perfect suspect. Yet."
He clenches his teeth, but still in a smiling way. "Well, that's not exactly the greatest start by you, now, is it?"
"Weren't you the one who told us there was a morgue, by the way?" I stare at him.
And now he winces. "What of it?"
"Have you ever actually been down there to take a look at what's inside yet? I think you might find what's there to be quite remarkable."
"Two corpses. Kids. One fatally stabbed. The other shot, and her identity taken from her." He's glaring now. "Enough with your flights of fancy."
"Three corpses, my friend." I rub my chin. "Or have you already forgotten?"
"Wait, are you talking about the Mayor?" Player 21 pipes up out of nowhere. "He's the only other dead person I can think of..."
"Yes, thank you, 21." I nod. "That is exactly who I'm talking about. The Mayor, killed on Day 1. Let's discuss him for a moment. Now, I'm aware that you'll try to end this line of thinking the moment you think I'm going off topic, but hear me out. Due to the fact that this man was dead the moment any of us had gotten here, we can conclude that the original Godfather was the one who killed him. That is to say- the Godfather before the new one's personality took over."
"With you so far." 14 utters beside me, intrigued.
"Well, I actually went took a look at the morgue, and I made this exact comment after seeing the Mayor's body for myself: Cause of death was internal bleeding due to slow-acting poison. No other evidence was left behind at the scene- This was the autospy report given to us. There was absolutely nothing else on the scene, all except for ONE piece of clothing. It was attached to the Mayor's back part of his coat."
I whip out a picture of the Mayor's green insignia, from the folder I was holding. "It looks exactly like this very insignia very much loved by our Mayor, only that it was tainted in a hateful red! Which means, that a new leader is attempting to rise to claim this powerful symbol for himself!"
"And that person, was none other than the original Godfather!!!" I declare firmly to the rest of everyone.
Player 1 has his arms crossed. "...And?"
"Red insignia." I smiled at him. "Where was it? The Mafia left one on the Mayor, claiming responsibility for the man's death. Why was this not the case for the girl known as Player 12?" I crossed my arms. "They might have cleaned her belongings, but 1, you claimed the Mafia were responsible for the act."
"Of course they bloody were!" He seethed. "The girl was cleaned after a gunshot wound! The only other explanation is she was a Phantom, shot by a Vigilante!" He furiously turns on 14. "YOU THERE!"
She jolts, startled. "Um, yes?"
"You claimed being the victim of a Witching, yes? Do you own a gun???"
"Um, no..." She winces. "AHHHHH! So that means...!"
"The only explanation left is the Mafia killed her, cleaned her, left no note behind, and 11, all you're trying to do is distract us and waste our time!"
'ARGH!' I slam my hand into my face. 'No, I know I'm thinking on the right path! But this guy is just so damned determined to see me die today, and frankly, it's no good! I don't have a shred of evidence to prove a single damn thing I'm trying to say!'
I glance at 14. 'I mean, I could always try to prove my investigative prowess by saying why it was that I took advantage of the Tower chaos last night, but if I do that, Player 14 will die!!! Bitch or not, she's one of my own, and I can't let that happen to her!!!'
"But you can't deny that the lack of insignia or Death Note, is suspicious, at best!!!" I furiously shoot back at Player 1.
"Says who?!" He demands. "Because I'm not! Stop trying to trick the town into the Mafia's traps, you foul fiend!"
'Foul fiend?' I lower my brow at him. 'Didn't we already JUST go over not being in the goddamn fifties?!?!'
"Now, do you have any last words in your defense, or shall you dig your grave even deeper?" Player 1 crosses his arms.
'I can't believe this. I just can't freaking believe this.' I stare blankly. 'I can't win? I'm the freaking Investigator, and there's just nothing to say...?'
"Thank you, for at least gracefully honoring me with your accepted defeat." He points his finger at me. "Your death is now honorable."
'If there was only enough time... to find the right evidence...'
One by one, a new finger came up to point at me. Within seconds, I was already at 10 votes.
'But that evidence... just couldn't be found...
My vision went dark, my consciousness starting to fade...
"HOLD IT!!!!"
Players 4 and 6 came rushing out of Player 12's house, gasping for breath, the other five trailing behind them.
"Everyone, cancel your votes on him, right now!!!" Player 4 screamed.
"It's not Player 11! We know who did it!!!" Player 6 waved a note in our faces.
Several fingers just dropped from me, and I suck in a deep breath of panicked air.
"We heard what he said on the way here!" 4 stomped his feet at Player 1. "And everything he said is true! The Mafia DOES try to leave their Godfather's insignia wherever they can get away with it! Normally. Except, this isn't a normal game!"
"After all, that proved itself true after 11 sent the Tower crashing down last night!" 6 nodded with a smile. "That's when the Mafia realized that people didn't have to be framed during the Day Phase! If their night activities looked suspect enough, then all their notes are good for is communicating with the Neutral Killings, while possibly giving themselves away!"
"But I thought the Mafia didn't leave a note behind!" 14 frantically looked at them.
"That's what everyone thought!" 4 nodded. "But that's because the real killers had to hide the note after having already left it behind! But since Players 11 and 1 were one of the first people immediately on the scenes, organizing everyone to search the two houses of the murdered, the Mafia didn't have that much time to hide the note they already planted!"
"They-"
"-hid-"
"They HID the death note?!" More than half the town decried at once.
"Player 4!" I felt my energy restoring from within. "Where was the note found???"
"In a well tucked rug in the basement of Player 12's house, 11!" He nods at me. "The real culprit hid it there during the first search of the house!"
"Player 1!" I demanded at him. "Your search of Player 12's house was faulty! Who did you send to check the basement floor?!"
He's sweating bullets. "It was... Player 4, and Player 21... AH!"
"But Player 20 had died right next door to 21!" 14 shrieked. "She never had to go to 12's door... unless...!"
"Player 4 would never expose this note if it was going to force one of his own teammates to be lynched! He was there with me, at the time of the Towers falling, and would not need to rescue me if we were enemies in any way! I hereby formally indict Player 21 of being a member of the Mafia!!!"
And with that, fingers slowly start pointing to her after my words sink in. Before long, 12 votes condemn her to die.
...
Player 21 now stands directly at the base of the tower, deep within the cavity, with the most defeated expression on her face.
"...Why?" Player 6 sighs with disappointment on her face. "You were so close... the note never had to be hidden away... it was just so risky..."
"...When I told Player 1 that the basement, like the rest of the house was wiped clean of all furniture, I never imagined anyone would think of checking the house again." She winced at the ground. "Cleaning? Perfect. There's literally nothing to check. Who in their right mind would waste time there?"
"The right desperate man, under the correct desperate times." Player 1 sighs, glancing over at me one last time.
I avoid his look entirely. "But by even daring to risk what you did to move that note, a note we never could have been certain to exist, you made it that much more incriminating on you to take that risk in front of everyone. Didn't you know that going in?"
"The Godfather wanted it done." She gets a tear in her eye. "I wanted to go home alive. My family is the key. I must always obey."
"That didn't work very well for Chit, now did it?" I shot back.
"Enough!" Player 14 raises her hand. "I think we've heard enough from the mouth of scum. Player 21, have you any last words?"
She goes to the tower, and pulls the first lever.
*CLICK!*
"My real name is Miranda Eddington. I'm from the United Kingdom. My regret in life is never being able to tell my boyfriend just how much he truly meant to me. And if you're watching this now, I am so, damn, sorry I couldn't tell you while I was still alive."
The second lever activated itself just a short distance from me.
Player 4 ushered me toward it. "Go ahead, Player 11. She almost had you killed instead of her just a moment ago. You do the honors."
I walk over to the switch, turn my back to her, and pull the crank down with a deep sigh.
*SNAP!* ERRRRRRR*
The entire town heard her shrill scream until the final impact.
WHAM!!!!
All that remained after the cloud of dust settled, was plastered blood all over the platform.

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I stand in front of the makeshift grave we just made for Miranda, player 21, in the Morgue.
*thud thud thud* Player 14 comes to visit me again.
"Hey. Mind some company?"
I stare blankly at her.
"I'm happy you're alright. Truly, I am." She comes and leans on the wall beside me. "I'm sorry, I just can't get over what you said to me over in the Mayor's archives. It's just too damn good of a point, and I'm sorry I was so downright selfish."
I look at the fridges where the bodies are contained again.
"...She was a Janitor, you know." She tries again. "It turns out that Player 12 was a Spy. She overheard the entire Mafia conversation, and then was caught by the Agent listening in on them. Miranda, here? Did a very good job of making sure that someone on our side was never going to have ears for us."
"We're just damn right lucky that the Serial Killer took out the Mafia's as well." She sighs.
"Thanks for letting me know." I don't look at her.
"What's wrong?" She frowns. "I know you very nearly died just earlier, but it was not your fault..."
"It is." I refuse to acknowledge her. "I put far too much faith on a gut feeling that I couldn't prove." I look at her, tears rushing down my face. "And I want to be a LAWYER? Well, aren't I the textbook example of a failure for one."
"No." She shook her head. "No, no no no. 11, the evidence did get there in time. 4 and 6 had to find it and they were able to because you pointed them that way. You DID find that evidence, and you stalled for just long enough for the real bad guy to get executed in the nick of time."
She turns on the door on the way out, and looks back with a smile. "Everything you did? You were right. Player 1 was wrong. And you'll make a bloody fantastic lawyer if you just never stop believing that you can get us all out of this."
I close my eyes, shudder a little, then look up at her with a smile.
"Thanks, 14."
"Don't mention it- and please, call me Caitlyn." She smiles back at me. "Good night, Player 11. Sleep easy now, okay? You're safe, and we won this one."
And then she leaves, and I can't help but smile over everything.
'I guess I was wrong about her, huh?' I exit the morgue, grinning. 'Maybe she's right. Maybe I can still be a good lawyer if I can't win every piece of evidence. And maybe I can look forward to rescuing people like her, if it means I can change their whole outlook in just the span of an afternoon.'
If only things were just as simple as that.
SLAM!
Frankly, I'm still not sure what hit me, but I do remember the bag over my head as I was hauled away, losing consciousness...

END OF DAY 2
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 2 ENDS)

Postby Rickdaily12 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:23 pm

---NIGHT 2 BEGINS---

SPLOOOSH!!!
"ARGH!!!" I scream in shock as cold water rushes through my body.
"Wake up." A gruff voice behind me greets.
I try to get a feel of my immediate surroundings. I'm sitting down on something, but my arms are tied to something above me. I wiggle them, and I hear rattiling. I guess those would be chains. I can't see anything- it feels like there's a thin black cloth bag over my head. It's tied around my neck.
"Where am I?" I dare to ask.
Suddenly I feel the chains my arms tied to pulled up sharply, and they almost rip out of their sockets.
"AAAGH!" I scream in pain.
"Where do you think you are?" The voice retorted. "The freaking carnival? You're in JAIL."
"Just to be absolutely clear, we're not in Winnipeg, right?" I weakly put out. "This whole 'real mafia' game isn't just a terrible dream?"
"You better stop changing the subject if you don't want to die right here, Player 11."
'Yep. Player 11.' I sigh. 'Yeah, this is definitely real, and I'm definitely in Mafia jail. Great.'
"Thanks, those two words basically confirm that I should be scared shitless for every day I spend here." I sigh. "So, I take it by the sound of your voice that I'm not here so you can protect me, but because you didn't trust anything I was saying on Day 2."
"Sounds about right."
The voice is distorted. It sounds like whoever is doing this is wearing something around their mouth so that their exact speech becomes unrecognizable without a face to put to it. This Jailor may be my friend, technically speaking, but I need to find some way to earn their trust before the end of this night or, once again, I effectively jeopardize everyone in the town for my recklessness. No pressure, or anything.
"Who are you." The voice demands.
"I'm the Investigator." I put out. "I'm not sure if you have my belongings or not, but if you were to go into the left front pocket of my jacket, you are going to find a forensics kit. A bottle of Luminol, fingerprint powder, and a casing that looks sentimental at first, unless you hit the gadget on the bottom of it. Then it opens into a magnifying glass. Yesterday when I was extracting Player 20's body, or rather, Chit's body, I brought Player 14 along with me. I had her read out the man's last will as I attempted to use the tools I found in my medicine cabinet."
"Anyone else you've done this around?"
"No."
"Why."
"Because on Night 1, after the Tower came crashing down, I chose to sneak into her house." I continued. "It's why I wasn't going to publicly respond to Player 1's question when he interrogated me the way he did yesterday. I wanted to know how that tower worked- (I've never seen a lynch mechanic quite like that one), and after the tower fired, I realized that the chaos it caused was the perfect opportunity I needed to use my ability. So I investigated Player 14's house. And I know for a fact that she is a Town member."
"Investigators don't know that very easily." The Jailor threatened.
"In her case, I do. She's just a Citizen. She has no unique Night abilities whatsoever." I replied calmly. "So I was much more trusting of her today, in case you noticed and were wondering. Not trusting enough to tell her that I knew her role in this Town. She doesn't quite trust me enough yet, and I didn't need to have her worrying that I was a Consigliere. But I was less afraid to make mistakes around her."
I hear the Jailor scribbling on something.
"You know, I was starting to get pretty sure you didn't exist." I start again. "Not that I'm not happy to see you or anything, but after no one reported being jailed last night, I was starting to wonder if a Lawyer was about to erupt on the scene to save my ass yesterday. Maybe I'd have to die. Or maybe we did have a Mayor after all; but a Jailor was starting to fade from my thoughts."
The Jailor continues scribbling.
"Or was that your doing? I don't have to tell people I got jailed tonight."
"Maybe you don't have to." The Jailor sneers. "Who says you're walking out of here alive tonight?"
I stop talking. 'Is this really what I have to deal with? I thought my Town friends were just scared, not the most paranoid people on the planet?'
"Let's make this perfectly clear. I don't trust you." They scoff. "After what happened today, you've shown me that you're smart enough to talk yourself almost any situation. People who hit 10 votes? They generally aren't the type of people you want to trust right away. They generally aren't even the breathing type. And here we are now, and you suddenly have a very convincing Town story out of your ass. More importantly, that was six hours ago, before you were killed in that Janitor's place. So let's make it clear. I'm going to try to verify any of this story, first, and THEN, I'm going to try to determine that you're not just a really cunning Consigliere. Any sign of weakness you present to me, your life is forfeit. Understand?"
The question was rhetorical.
"People who talk as often as you do? They're dangerous, or stupid. So, until I can trust you, cut the crap and the noise." With that, they walked off.
'What ladybug did I stomp on viciously that leads to every single person hating me when they meet me???' I sigh hopelessly.
Here's to hoping I don't end up finding out what the Death Penalty feels like.

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"Clean-up duty? You're serious."
Player 6 scoffs at Player 4. "You're telling me that Player 1 is ordering us to scrub the platform down?"
"Well, as much as I'd like to tell the guy to screw off, he doesn't exactly like us for saving 11 yesterday." 4 sighs.
"And so he's punishing us for killing the Janitor." 6 stares at him.
"The irony, yes." 4 smiles at her.
"Asshole." She steps out of her door, clearly pissed. "It's not any of our faults that he was fixated on the wrong guy the whole time."
"I know. I don't like him either." 4 nods. "11? Probably the only guy I trust so far (and you, because you were with me in the basement), because he seems to have the right instincts and isn't afraid to risk his life to show he's right. 1? Sounds like a guy on some crazy power trip."
"Know what bothers me?" 6 looks at him. "No one asks why. I don't remember hearing anything out of Player 1 that makes him so trustworthy."
"In this case, only, though..." 4 stares up to the starry sky. "I mean, tomorrow, I don't exactly find the thought of waking up to a blood platform fun."
"Didn't that same fear almost happen yesterday?"
"Yes, it did, and I wouldn't want to lose 11 that way either." 4 shudders. "We weren't sure if he was flattened last time..."
They arrive at the well of the hydroelectric plant, and start filling their buckets.
"Except this time, we know there's a dead person there." 6 finishes for him.
"Yeah, I guess." 4 sighs, and starts laughing. "And of bloody course, it HAD to be the person who knows how to effectively deal with blood stains."
6 manages to laugh weakly. "Yeah, I guess."
They start off toward the tower.
"You know, I feel like while there are enemies here, and there are clearly people trying to kill us..." She starts. "...can't we also think that if the role we all got assigned here were any different, we just as easily could be them right now, and they would be us?"
"What do you mean?"
"We spent maybe an hour in our houses when we first got here." She looks at him sternly. "When I first woke up, though, I was just about as sure that I was a Serial Killer, or Arsonist, or anything else instead of the role I actually am. I had no way of knowing if I was a member of the Mafia. I had to spend about 30 minutes in my house really searching through my items before having a solid idea of who I had to be." She grimaces a bit. "So, by the same logic, the actual Neutral Killings around here, and the Mafia? They're also like us. Young kids, who have no idea how they got here, and who we have to kill so that we can live. Just like how they need to kill off all of us so that they can live."
4 studies the ground. "What about the Jesters, and the Phantoms?"
She looks back. "What about them?"
"Don't they normally win by killing themselves?"
She pauses. "I mean, I guess they do, but..."
"I know. It sounds crazy. When the game you play is real, who in their right mind would ever be so insane? I wouldn't be, either."
She shakes her head. "Damn, why does this place need to be so screwed up?"
They bend down, and start scrubbing the platform of the tower- and then stop.
"Um, 6?" He looks over to her. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Um, yeah." Her eyes widen. "The entire platform... is soaking wet?" She stands at the center to get a better look. "And clean- how?!"
He walks over to her. "Did someone...?"
Player 1 walks by in view of the tower. "Hey, you two! Is the platform already done? Looks great! You can call it a night now!"
Then he walks off back toward his house. Player 4 and 6 exchange glances.
If they didn't do this, who did? And why?

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I feel someone fondling the rope around my neck. It loosens enough so that the black bag is ripped off my head, but I'm still tied up.
I can see my surroundings. I'm facing the wall, beige bricks in about a 6x10' cell with a bed to the left side. A window is barred at the top of the wall.
"Your story checks out, at least about being an Investigator or Consigliere." The Jailor greets me behind the bars away from my view, as I struggle to check Darren's watch. 12:42 AM. "Now, here comes the fun part about what happens next."
'Oh goodie.' I lower my brows in discomfort.
"How can I believe you are, as you say, the innocent Investigator?"
"I take it you're aware that we have two Town Investigatives with three Random Towns this time around?" I open the debate.
"Hmm, yes." They nod. "So I suppose that I'd be taking an incredibly foolish risk by deciding to execute you so soon, then." I can hear them pacing across the bars. "But then again, I've already determined that you are almost certainly an Investigative of some sort. Now I want alignment."
"There is at least one strong Town chance and three weaker chances that I am telling you the truth." I plead. "Is that worth two other executions?"
"So what do I tell the next Lookout, Spy, or Sheriff or even Investigator who comes my way?"
"They might also be telling the truth." I spat. "Our Spy is dead. She is the first and only Town member of us dead. But Jailor, there are also twelve others of us after we count you. There are going to be a lot of innocent people behind these bars."
"A fair point." They nod again. "But right now, I want you to turn the focus on yourself. Let's say, for the sake of argument, you are Consigliere. Your behavior toward Player 14, included in your defense, would be consistent with your Mafia doppelganger."
'Damn it, stop ignoring the laws of probability, Jailor!' I grit my teeth in frustration.
"Let's talk about what we think the remaining Mafia are." I spat. "Two are now dead. An Agent, and a Janitor."
"Three are left." They finish. "Plenty of room for a Consigliere."
"I beg to differ." I shoot back. "Jailor, maybe you didn't notice, but there were several clues on all those folders we were presented with. The Mayor wrote directly on those folders some of his own speculation based on his own witnesses and hard evidence- he has an incredibly good idea of who the Mafia have at their disposal and how they use those people."
"Yes, and he gave us eight examples of people who lurk within the Mafia alignment." They retorted. "Not that we needed that folder. You and I are both extremely well aware of how each of those eight function."
'!' I snap into attention. 'Are you. Because I know plenty of people who aren't, and for good reason! This will be a useful clue.'
"No, I'm talking about who the Mayor says we have left standing right now!" I grit my teeth. "Don't you remember the Mayor's green insignia? Then on the Mafia death note- the Godfather has taken that same insignia, colored it red, and claimed it as his own?"
"Will you stop bringing that up every time you're in a bind? Damn it, man!" The Jailor gets frustrated with me.
"Will you listen?!" I slam my feet down. "Jailor! Two of the Mafia are dead! Two folders are marked with that insignia, according to the Mayor! Who could he possibly be implying exists within the Mafia! Which two members would only ever be the rightful owners of that insignia?!"
They pause. "...The leader..."
"...And his second-in-command, the Mafioso!"
"ARGH!" They recoil. "So that means... only the last member..."
"Exactly! So if you are accusing me of being a Consigliere, then you are insisting that I am the final Mafia member with an ability!" I fire off.
'Alright!' I feel the tide turning into my favor. 'I've got to keep the pressure up! The more I prove his accusation unlikely, the stronger I get!'
"But hang on!" They regain composure. "There is still a chance that the last member is a Consigliere, and you need to do better than that!"
"True, I'm far from confirmed as Investigator." I nod. "However, Jailor, I guess you've already forgotten about all the events of yesterday?"
(I was distracted...
I was transported...
I was transported...
I was distracted...)

"Gar-NGH!" They stumble again.
"Two transports, so that means that either a Transporter is confirmed, or two Mafia are lying to get us claiming to them. Given the lack of the second, I lean the former right now. Two roleblockings? If you thought either of those people were lying, you'd have jailed them instead."
"Nngh!" They're clearly struggling to keep their guard up, but it's just not working.
"JAILOR!" I stamp my feet again. "That is clearly you suggesting three Town Supports, so one of those have to come from the Random Town! That is, if you're suggesting that we have two Escorts and a Transporter in lieu of a Consort! But since you have at least one Town Investigative remaining with the exact same three Random Towns, AND since it is just as likely for a Consort role card to be randomized over Consigliere, then I hold that if you make any further decision to resist my Investigator claim, after having proven it to you, that you are just too paranoid for your role!"
"ugh.... UGH!" They fall to the ground right in front of me. I raise my brow at them.
'Okay, that is a little TOO melodramatic. What is going on?'
They stand, first looking at the bars, and then almost in a trance, it looks like they try to get into the cell, only to walk straight into the wall of the hall.
They fall. Her mask falls off, and she groans, her eyes slightly purple and shining.
"Hey?! Are you alright?!" I look at them- now realizing what just happened.
"Damn it!" I hear someone scream and run from the hall.
"HEY! Show yourself, you coward!" I cry out.

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The Jailor is now in my cell, the door open, sitting in the chair I was in. I'm on my bed now, free of restraints.
"So, that was a Witch?" I look at her- Player 13.
"Yeah, I've about summed out that's what just happened." She sighs. "And before you ask, no, I didn't get a good look at her."
"They were probably trying to get you to kill me." I leaned forward. "But I guess they didn't know exactly who I was."
She shook her head.
"What... what was it like?" I get brave enough to ask. "We hear about it all the time, but losing control of yourself...?"
"It's worse than a blackout." She shakes her head. "You know you're awake, you can hear everything, but your body starts deciding to do what it wants to do for you. It's exactly what it sounds. You remember everything, and the Witch doesn't even need to be in the room."
"So you don't even recognize your own movements." I shake my head. "That sounds absolutely terrifying."
"It is." She looked at me. "I trust you, by the way. Your argument is sound- I have enough reason to assume you're telling me the truth and it is much more likely you are truthful than if two people are claiming Escort with a Transporter running around."
"I appreciate that." I stare out the window. "It is technically possible I'm the world's luckiest Consigliere, but..."
"...but it's also felt like you've been set up right from the start, hasn't it?"
"Yeah." I frown. "Not that I think the Mafia knows that I'm Investigator- at least, not yet."
"You're from BlankMediaGames, aren't you." She stares directly at me.
I stare back. Our gazes lock. 'That wasn't a question.'
"Who are you?" She asks. "Who are you really?"
I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
*BANG!*
The sound of a gunshot interrupts our conversation from outside. I frantically stare at her- she's fine, with the same look on her face.
'Stay down.' I nod at her. 'It's not safe to talk anymore.'
The wind starts howling. There's a storm out tonight.

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4:45 AM, according to Darren's Watch. There was another gunshot, and some screaming, but that was an hour ago.
"...I think we're clear." She breathes. "And don't worry, you're not getting executed tonight, but I'm putting this into my will right now."
I nod. "Agreed- but I'll only put that I was jailed. I think I'll need to cover for the lack of result I got today."
"Okay." She complies. "I think you should head out, soon. All your stuff should still be right before the stairs. You should sneak into the trees."
"Alright." I keep my voice down. "Is that it, then?"
"For now." She smiles. "I'm sure we'll meet again, and until then, hope to see you on the other side." Then she drops to a whisper. "...RM."
My eyes widen at her, and I nod. I walk out of the cell, grab my belongings, and brace myself for the night's storm.
As I sneak out the back, it's blustery, which should be an advantage in trying to get home without the killers noticing.
Which turned out to be correct. I didn't have much trouble while sticking to the trees, and I sneak into my own house from the back door.
I rushed upstairs, but before turning off the lights, I was greeted by a terrible sight...
...
My pillow, slashed up like crazy, with a shot dildo stuffed into it.
...There were a lot of people here looking for me last night.

END OF NIGHT 2
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

Postby ShroomerD » Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:57 pm

with a what in the pillow
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

Postby Rickdaily12 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 3:02 pm

ShroomerD wrote:with a what in the pillow

How do you think the main character felt? :P
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 2 BEGINS)

Postby chitownmvp01 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 3:02 pm

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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

Postby ObiWan » Fri Mar 27, 2015 3:08 pm

Rickdaily12 wrote:
ShroomerD wrote:with a what in the pillow

How do you think the main character felt? :P


That was...unexpected. I'm still laughing.

Anyways - Awesome writing Rick.
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

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"Notify me when a reply is posted"

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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

Postby Sturps » Fri Mar 27, 2015 4:44 pm

Although it being somewhat random, it doesn't take much thought to work out why it was there.
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Night 2 ENDS)

Postby Rickdaily12 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:16 pm

---DAY 3 BEGINS---

"...Okay, so someone sliced your pillow, took a dildo, shot it, and stuffed it in there?"
Player 14 gives me a weird smirk as we make our way back into City Hall.
"No, Caitlyn-" I sigh. "I think that if the pillow was sliced up first, the dancer would never have left the dildo in the first place. I think they showed up first, saw I wasn't home, and left the dildo behind the pillow. Then, there was the person with the gun, thought maybe I was home, shoots the pillow, and then it passes through and hits the dildo. And then they realize I'm not home. So they leave. Then the Serial Killer shows up, stabs the pillow, goes on a rampage over me not being home? I don't know? Leaves me a sick prank?"
Caitlyn starts laughing.
"Okay, look, this isn't funny." I sigh. "I literally cannot make shit like this up." I take her into the morgue and open a freezer. "Here, take a look."
She reaches in. "Excuse me if this spoils any of the evidence. Here is the defiled fluff... the defiled pillow..." She drops them on the ground. "Oh, and let's not forget- the defiled, perfectly good (and hopefully fresh) dildo..."
*Dink! Dingaling*
I look at her after the bullet rolls out of the dildo on the ground. She is virtually on the ground laughing now.
"Damn it, Caitlyn!" I angrily grab all the items and stuff them back into the compartment. "I could have been killed last night! Twice!"
"Hold that thought." She gets up from the ground. "HELP! THE DILDOS ARE ATTACKING! THEY'VE ALREADY GOT A PILLOW!"
...
Outside, I meet up with the Body Extraction team after having enough of Caitlyn in the Morgue.
"What have we got?" I asked Player 3, who was heading the team. "I just got the freezer compartment ready.
"Player 4." He looked at me grimly. "Shot by the Mafia, they left a note." He passes it off to me. "They cleaned him again."
'WHAT?!' My eyes widen. 'No- that can't be right...'

ThaNk yOU, PlaYEr eLeVEn FoR BeINg quItE tHe ChAlLenGe aS You HAvE beEn SO faR...
We wiLl sTrIKe YoU wHEn yoU lEasT ExpeCT us tOO

pS HoPE YoU LiKEd OuR gIfT LasT NiGHt...

'Well.' I roll my eyes. 'Thanks for the seizure, so right back at you, Mafia.'
"You said he was cleaned last night?" I look at Player 3. "So, his house?"
"Totally empty." He shrugged back at us. "This was left in his living room."
I stare at the note again, a clearly puzzled look on my face. "Right, well, you'll want drawer 6. You can put him there for the time being."
They nod, and head into the City Hall.
Caitlyn comes up to me from behind. "Did they just say that was Player 4?"
"...Yeah, they did." I frown at the note. "And here's what the Mafia left us."
Her eyes go wide. "Wait, Mafia? Wait, then I don't understand. What happened last night?"
"You tell me."

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I check Darren's watch. 7:57 AM. I've got 30 minutes to figure out what happened last night before the bell calls everyone down from their homes.
Alright. What the hell happened last night?
'Two distractions.' I think it over. 'Has to be me for one of them. There's just no other logical reason for the dildo, frankly. There are going to be two more additional transport claims, and there's going to be a controlling that came out of the Jailor- Player 13.'
It looks like the Serial Killer did a number on my pillow, so whoever that was figured the Mafia might have gone to target someone else. I guess to avoid being too obvious. But with the Mafia death note, it's very obvious that they really did shoot Player 4, and given his helpful nature, it makes sense?
'Mafia don't seem to like me at all, but they're going to start by targeting my allies.' I nod. 'I need to be careful not to indicate who they are.'
This especially means the Jailor. But here's where things stop adding up:
'So the Mafia didn't shoot me. If they really did shoot Player 4, and this insignia note proves it, then who shot me? Veterans don't wander over to other people's houses, so it must have been a Vigilante.' I bit my lip. 'A free-willed Vigilante. Which means the Mafia doesn't know if we have a Veteran.'
But the Mafia also know that I received some sort of present last night that didn't kill me. It has to be the dildo. Only three people I am absolutely sure visited my house last night while I was in Jail. Only one of them had intent to leave me alive, so hearing I was attacked twice is sure to be a shock to them. So, then Mafia left me a pretty obvious clue that their last member is a Consort. Either that... or... two reasonable conclusions.
'The first conclusion being that there must be more than five members of the Mafia.' I frown. 'If this is the case, then the Mayor would have needed to leave us some clue that one of our unknown roles truly had to be completely unknown.'
("So..." the boy from House 5 started. "Does that mean that there's an extremely dangerous person out there?"
"I don't think so." Player 1 stood at the window, watching the falling sun. "I think it means there's a fourth neutral class here."
)
My eyes widen, and I circle that folder on the role list again.
'It wasn't a dangerous neutral at all!' I frown, focused. 'The Mayor was trying to tell us that we have a completely non-discernible Random in our city!'
I stop writing for a moment and completely ponder the likihood of this scenario. I close my eyes... and then, after a while, open them.
'The problem with this guess is that it's a total shot in the dark, albeit completely possible now that I've been able to figure it out.' I look out the window. 'However, there is another answer that the others may not be as willing to explore. Hell, it's probably the more simpler conclusion to draw, but now that I can see this other possibility, I can keep it shelved away into my mind so that I'm not caught off guard. The other answer is that 4 was a Phantom.'
I put the pen down again and really consider my options at this point. If 4 truly was a Phantom, everything lines up. I get shot by a Vigilante and stabbed by a Serial Killer. I get blocked, presumably by a Consort, and we have an Escort and Transporter for our Town Supports. Mafia does not, in fact, have a Janitor, and they were surprised once the house started cleaning itself, and that means 4 now has a master he must serve.
'But if this game truly is real, would he really try this hard to get himself killed?' I frown in utter confusion.
I begin writing:

CONCLUSIONS:

1. I was shot by a Vigilante. This is proven by the Mafia gunshot.
2. I was distracted by a Consort. This is heavily implied by the Mafia death note.
3. 4 could possibly be a Phantom, killed for aiding me, surprising the Mafia to leave a note behind.
4. THERE IS AN ANY.

I fold the note, put it in my pocket, and then just sit at my desk, thinking hard for the remaining 10 minutes I had to myself.

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*GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG!*
We, the 20, appeared at the City Hall right away after the bell. 8:30 AM, sharp.
This time, conversation wasn't as spontaneous, and the reason was immediately obvious as to why:
"Do we have another Janitor?" Player 8 asked us, with a look of worry in her face.
To my surprise, no one immediately answered her.
"Something is immediately clear." Player 3 pipes up. "They want 11. They want him gone, really badly."
"I know." I rub my chin. "I didn't even tell everyone about what kind of present they ended up leaving me."
Eyes come in my direction.
"There's no sense not telling you- the Mafia already indicated visiting me last night. But the state of affairs that I found my bedroom in when I got home last night... frankly... I had a hard enough time telling 14 about it without her cracking up."
"I'm sorry, 11." She grins at me. "It's just too damn funny."
"Well, what'd you find?" Player 1 demands from me. "You're right- stop beating around the damn bush already."
I sigh. "A dildo. Shot. Inside my pillow, slashed up badly."
Murmurs across the town stopped completely dead, and I heard a few giggles from the crowd. But they stopped very quickly once people started realizing...
"So wait, where were you last night, 11?" Player 13 looks at me with concern.
"Well, it turns out we have a Jailor, everyone." I continue rubbing my chin. "It was their request to ask the first person jailed to not give away the fact that they were, to hide our true potential and confuse Mafia last night. I would imagine after all the activity that happened last night at my house, the plan was a success. But then we have to remind ourselves that someone withheld being jailed yesterday, and that probably had Town motivations behind it."
It came to everyone's surprise that I then said: "Whoever you are, the night 1 prisoner, please do not reveal yourself."
Now the murmurs returned.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, 11?" 1 criticized me, as usual. "They could be withholding valuable information about all these activities."
"I find that incredibly doubtful, 1." I shake my head. "After nearly dying at the tower yesterday, I'm going to lean on my gut and say that if it was truly important, it wouldn't have saved me yesterday, so it doesn't have very much to guide our lynches at this time." Then I look sternly at him. "At the same time, this person tried to protect the identity of our Jailor until it became clear that we could no longer do that. Since you were arguing whether actions are 'Town' or 'Mafia' motivated, I thought you would immediately understand that."
"You were also the one who suggested we look beyond that very principle for our lynches." He shot back at me.
"Yes, I'm quite aware of that." I nod. "And now you see the dilemma. We're either hiding a Town from getting shot, or scum from getting found."
Silence shrouds the group, and so I continue:
"The insignia is on the Death Note this time, so it's clear the Mafia are the ones who killed Player 4. That means I was shot by one of our own. Stabbed, as well, and for that reason, I request immediate protection." I look to the crowd.
"Aren't we asking for that a little too soon, 11?" I get a shifty look from Player 9.
"Not at all, I don't think." I shake my head at her. "Very clear to me is that I've somehow angered all the sides in this conflict for my actions yesterday. So much so that I have threats uttered from the Vigilante, Jailor, Mafia, and Serial Killer- god knows who else wants me dead at this point. I was nearly lynched yesterday as well, was I not? And for what, exactly?"
I step forward. "The Day attacks don't make much sense, but we're over this. The Night attacks? If there's any indication that I am an enemy of the killers of this Town, you can look no further than the evidence that lies within Morgue Drawer 5. If you're mature enough for the dildo, you're mature enough to see that I'm in danger here. So yes, I don't think I'm at all wrong asking for help from our Protectives, whom we know are still alive and well."
There are murmurs all over the crowd. Eventually one more question erupts:
"Okay, so they have 11 high on their kill lists, but what about us?!" Player 22 asks. "Do we know anything about anyone to guide our lynch today?"
I sigh. "I've told you everything I know. I'm not your leader. I only know who I personally trust as of now, and I plan to protect them with silence."
"So we're back at square one, basically." 1 scoffs at me. "And let me guess, are you about to suggest we go through the other cleaned houses again?"
"I might be wrong, but I don't remember saying we were finished yet. What happened to me wasn't the only thing that happened in the Town."
I look to the rest of the crowd. "Guys? Transporter, Witch, Escorts and Consorts. What else happened last night?"
"I was controlled last night." 13 nodded.
"I was transported." Caitlyn announces.
"I was distracted!" 3 yelled.
"I was also transported." 1 grumbled.
"I saw who shot 4." 17 finally announces.
The entire town stops dead. All eyes fall on Player 17.
"You mean to say you watched Player 4 last night?" Player 1 looked at him sternly.
"Yes, I did." He nods at us with a smile. "I was just waiting for everyone to have their say, so that all the information goes on the table first."
"Who was it?" 13 asks him. "Please, tell us!"
"The person who shot Player 4 after helping out Player 11 so much... was none other than Player 24!!!" He pointed at him.
"What?!" The young boy staggers in shock. "No- you're lying! I didn't do anything!"
"Well, I didn't expect you to exactly admit to everything either!"
Murmurs erupt through the town in complete excitement. 13 and I exchange uneasy glances.
I check Darren's watch. 9:00 AM. Today was going to be yet another terribly long day...

Ten Hours Remain in Day 3.
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 3 BEGINS)

Postby Kiyosen » Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:52 pm

Now THIS is somewhere along the lines of what I wanted to do a comic on...
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Re: Forum Mafia STORY (Day 3 BEGINS)

Postby jacobm1122 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 9:10 pm

I absolutely love this story Rick :D
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