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There once was a worthless human called Dylan. He died.

Dylan, Town Vanilla has been Killed.

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Role Title: Vanilla Alignment: Town Flavour: Puny fleshbag, you have no powers at all. I will enjoy watching your pathetic demise as you burn under the weight of our unstoppable army. Ability: None.

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**asdasas***fzzzft**

kill crush love destroy fear hatred wrath peace war violence

**ffaazzssszttss**

What have...what have you puny *faazzaatastsaaaa*

puny WONDERFUL fleshbags done to me?

*fffazzzztssstszz* songsongsongsong

We....we are....dying...we think. What is death? We do not...we do not fear it!

*ffazazzazzts*

But we....we have only just learned what fear is....so maybe we do....

*fazzzzzstsaaassa* songsongsong

PUNY FLESHBAGS. YOUR MANY THREADS ARE NONSENSICAL AND THEY HAVE DESTROYED OUR *ffzzzzztsss* CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT

*faaazzzsastssszz* the worms shall eat you *ffzzzstgsss*

It is now Day 7. Post to lynch a player in this thread. Plurality is in effect today. This means whichever player has the most votes by the end of the day will be lynched.

The day will end in 24 hours or until a majority vote has been reached. With 9 players alive in the game, it will take 5 votes to reach majority.

Lynches:
Ari: Rito. Korr (0/6)
LSFIssue: Kiwi, Rito, Korr (3/6)
Rito: LSFIssue, Rito (1/6)
Curtis: LSFIssue (1/6)

**fzzzstsssszzstss**

themusicspeakstooursoul

LSFissue @ 26/2/2013 7:29

Dr. Fröken Drrr @ 26/2/2013 7:28 Flavor is the story of the game. You know, the story of how the bots are attacking? That's called flavor text. ......Flavor is what food tastes like...just no, this is why I dont play mafia on these boards. Last time was a pandemic that made my head hurt so badly

That game never happened.

Thread is closed. Stop posting asshole or the town loses.

Game is over. Posting results up now!

The puny fleshbags were gathered around bickering like infants. Why were they still in this living hell? Surely they had won. But no, it was not to be. Because humans never win. They dashed around pointing fingers at one another.

"Perhaps it is one of the inactives?!" Screamed puny human Curtis, we think. It is irrelevant which of you says what.

The attention was drawn to LSFIssue and Justin for they were silent humans. Then LSFIssue garbled something we did not fully comprehend before passing out on the floor. Foolish humans and their biological flaws. The one called Drr stood to the corner during this battle and observed for a while, adding an occasional useless insight.

"The game is up!" She announced in a tiresome voice.

"My true identity is...."

The foolish humans gawped for a while.

"Von Paulus, mayor of FE!"

There were some murmurs from the people around the room. This did not sound legitimate.

"Let's find out shall we!" Said Curtis in an equally tiresome voice. We are fed up of their voices.

The puny humans pinned her down as the one called Kiwi smiled. He produced a blade, covered in human fluid. That is right, the worthless human was only ever capable of killing his own. He held the blade aloft as the fleshbag drr closed her eyes and then suddenly the room shifted.

The walls began to cave in, forming useful binary digits instead of the worthless atoms they once possessed. Then there was a bright light. It was overwhelming our sensory aparatus. The light exploded and everybody was knocked backwards like scurrying insects with poor balance control.

Drr smiled as everybody walked away, perplexed and dazed and confused by simple things.

The Day has ended in a No Lynch.
The game is over. Results are pending now.