Rob
Played by: Vic
Game: ATTWS IV: Black Creek
Alignment: Mafia
Role: Doctor
Death: Killed on Night 8
Description: Rob is, in a word, an egotist. He went to Oxford, didn't ya know? Well, that's the problem...no one ever seems to care. Over the years, this has driven Rob insane. Curter could clearly see this in his eyes, which is why he reached out to recruit Rob for this heinous plan. Rob gladly went along with him. He had basically won already.

Death

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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. ----------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------- 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.

Butta Nyfe
Played by: Jayadamo
Game: ATTWS V: Cirque de Joie
Alignment: Town
Role: The Investigator
Death: Killed on Day 15
Description: Born and raised in Compton, CA, Butta Nyfe fancies himself as an amazing rapper. Ok maybe he's not from Compton but he could drive there in 30 minutes..... if he had a car. His mom says he needs to get a job first. If he did have a car it would be dope as hell though! He would spend most of my days hanging with his crew in the streets. 5.0 is always on the look out. They tried to lock him up for jaywalking but he wasn't going back to jail..... well he has never actually been arrested and he isn't sure if the cop actually wanted to lock him up because Butta ran into the house and had his dad talk to him. F&ck the police!

Death

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The remaining six gathered in the center of the vast mirror maze. They stared each other down carefully, making sure that the tribulations of the Day of the Strawberries would not come to pass again. No exit was in sight. It was only them, the mirrors, and the occasional distant cackle of a certain clown. The fingerpointing and accusations were heating up. There was scum in their midst somewhere, that much was certain. Their discussions were abruptly interrupted with the sound of someone heaving, followed by a very weak voice. "h-help...me..." SPLAT Blood and guts rained down from the mirrored ceiling. The circusgoers looked around and came to a sudden realization: someone was gone. They looked up at the ceiling and noticed something stuck to it... It was Butta's hat, plastered to the ceiling with his brains. What used to be Butta continued to drip onto the remaining five, who looked at each other in disbelief. Butta's blood and guts caked them from head to toe. "What has just happened." said Risiska. Butta Nyfe, The Investigator (TOWN), has died. Once during the course of the game, you can choose a crime scene. You will investigate, following the bloody footprints back to between two tents. The killer will be from one of those two tents. And Then There Were Five

Loved Butta too

Rob pulled the best shit ever to last an extra day.

Silly townies.

Popcorn moment for those who were dead as they watched things unfold lol.