The shoppers gathered around DJ Roadhead's corpse and exchanged high-fives. Well, most of them anyway. Rob looked down and shed a single tear for his fallen brother.

"Suffice it to say, you meant a lot to me, DJ." he said as he closed Roadhead's eyes.

Rob then turned his gaze back to the group.

"Okay, so. I know some of you may be upset about yesterday. But I believe this mafia and town alliance can--"

BANG

Rob looked down at the large hole in his abdomen as he collapsed to his knees.

Standing behind him, wielding a shotgun, was Paddy.

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Rob clicked "Add Reply", publishing his post for all of the world to see. Well, all of FE, anyway. He had just typed up a new entry for his "Random Crap Happens to Rob" thread. He rubbed his hands together gleefully and began to mash F5, awaiting a response.

But as he sat, slamming his finger down on the F5 key over and over, no posts came in. Not even a single like. He furrowed his brow and scrolled up to read his post again. Did he miss something?

As he scrolled up, his eyes were drawn to his profile on the side. His eyes widened when he saw his karma level...-29. It had dropped 2 points since he made the post.

Without a word, he got up and smashed his laptop over his knee. Robette jolted awake and ran over to him.

"Rob! What is the matter!"

"I told them, Robette! I TOLD THEM! The constant smiting is only gonna make me MORE of a douche!" he yelled as his face reddened with anger.

"Well I've HAD it! No more Mr. Nice Rob! I'll show them...I'll show ALL OF THEM! I'll show them just how douchey Rob can be. They've left me no choice, Robette!" he screamed as he ran out of his house.

Rob took one last look back at his bedroom window. Robette looked out towards him and shook her head, before turning around and shutting the light back off.

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Rob collapsed from his knees as he fell face first onto the cold tile below. Blood streamed out of the large hole in his abdomen and formed a large puddle around him.

Rob, MAFIA Doctor, has been killed.

Each night, you may pick a player. This player will be protected for the night.

And Then There Were 25

"Aye. I did what needed ta be done." Paddy said matter-of-factly.

Half the shoppers were jubilant. The other half, horrified.

"Good heavens!" Notthedon shrieked. "Murther! Murther most foul! Tragedy has struck twice now!"

Notthedon was huddled over his mysterious shoe box in the middle of Balls of Steele. Inside the box was the tiny, deceased body of Jumpin' Jim, a member of his flea circus family.

"First Lonely Joe, now Jumpin' Jim! Who is behind this madness!"

Notthedon raised an eyebrow and twirled his mustache.

"Gozling! You fiend! The man must have faked his death, it is the one and only answer!"

With a heavy heart, Notthedon fashioned a small cross out of two twigs and gave Jumpin' Jim the funeral he deserved. He removed his top hat and placed it against his heart.

"I will take you down, Gretzly Gozling, if it's the last thing I--"

*WHACK*

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Notthedon Smith set down his shoe box and carefully opened the lid. Inside the box was his colorful team of fleas. They smiled at the sight of their master.

"How goes my team this evening! Let us step outside and get some air before practice!"

Notthedon carried the team into his backyard. His neighbor was next door playing with her two children. When she saw Notthedon give a friendly wave, her smile faded as she hurried her children back into the house and slammed the door shut.

"Good heavens!" said Notthedon. "Why do I receive such looks!"

As Notthedon shook his head, his team sniffed the air. They had caught a sweet scent. Watson, a member of the team, crawled up to Notthedon and whispered something into his ear.

"Oh my! The syrup factor you say! Well, I suppose it's okay, but be back in an hour for training!"

The family of fleas plunged into the snow and hopped across the field towards the syrup factory.



It was three hours later. Notthedon paraded around his room nervously, tweaking his mustache as he did so.

"What the devil is holding them up!"

Suddenly, his small house shook. He held onto his top hat and tried to hold his balance.

"Good God!" he shrieked as he ran outside to see what was the matter.

In the far distance, where the syrup factory once was, was a plume of black smoke rising high into the sky. The aroma of maple syrup filled the air as Notthedon lowered his hat.

Across the field, atop his prized moose, was Gretzky Gosling. Notthedon watched as Gretzky screamed Notthedon's name into the air with disdain.

Notthedon felt a hole in his heart. An emptiness that had not been there since before he assembled his team. Deep down, he knew he had lost them in the explosion.

Notthedon fell to his knees, distraught. He peered far across the field at Gretzky Gosling, his sworn enemy. He clenched his fists with rage and yelled into the night.

"GOOOOOOZLLIIIIIIIIIIINNGGGGG!"

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Notthedon had been struck in the back with a hatchet. It cut through his cheap suit and lodged into the top of his back, just below the neck.

He screamed out in pain as he fell forwards onto his stomach, nearly crushing his shoe box of fleas.

His attacker pinned him down and forcibly removed the hatchet from his back. Notthedon yelped as he did so.

As his attacker raised the hatchet high into the air and pinned Notthedon's head down with their other hand, Notthedon looked across the floor at his team.

"Ginger! My sweet ginger! You must avert your gaze! You are not made for such ghastly sights!"

Tears began to form in Ginger's eyes as he looked out at his helpless master. Montgomery wrapped Ginger up in his feelers and prevented him from looking at the terrible sight.

"To hell with you, Gozling! To hell with you!"

The attacker brought the hatchet down and made contact with Nothtedon's neck. Two more strikes and his head was hacked clean off.

Notthedon's severed head rolled across the floor until it collided with his shoe box. A terrified look was frozen on his face as his newest team cried out.