"i'm just gonna come right out and say it. i'm not a sleepwalker." Brian revealed. He noticed the utter disbelief on Ahoda and Ari's faces and quickly continued.
"i'm a box peddler. i peddle boxes."
Ari clenched his fist tightly.
"I knew it, you son of a bitch." he whispered, before winding up for a swing.
"but wait! that's not at all! this man over here is a full-blown terrorist bomber!" Brian said, pointing over at Ahoda.
Ari relented and turned his gaze to Ahoda.
"Do you deny this accusation?" he asked sternly.
"I do not. Just know that I only tried to murder you out of respect :) " Ahoda replied.
"ari, remember yesterday? we make a hell of a team! let's do it again!" Brian quickly interjected.
Ari was pleased. For the first time since this madness started, he felt like a King again. He grabbed a nearby tumbleweed and fashioned a crown out of it, before turning back to Brian and Ahoda.
"Don't stop there. Convince me ;) " he commanded.
And so the box peddler and the bomber pleaded at the king's feet until the sun had gone down on the desert. If you listened closely, you could even hear the spirits of the dead communing in this decision of all decisions. At last, Ari raised his hand, and all was silent once again.
"I've made my decision. The box peddler shall die." he said simply.
Ahoda grinned devilishly as he grabbed Brian and threw him to the ground.
"YOU WILL REGRET THIS" Brian screamed out as Ahoda gripped his hair and continuously slammed his head into the ground.
Blood streaming down his face, Brian looked up one last time at Ari, his eyes pleading for mercy. Ari simply frowned, before looking to Ahoda and giving a slight nod.
Ahoda nodded back and snapped Brian's neck.
Brian (Box Peddler), MAFIA Box Peddler, has been lynched.
You are a peddler of boxes, of course. Twice during the game, you can choose to exhibit your wares, which will lure in a player of your choice. You will be able to communicate with this player all night long, and at the end of the night, you will use an unstoppable kill on them. Whether you choose to try to extract information or simply fuck with them is up to you.
"Well done, well done." Ari clapped unenthusiastically. "So, it is down to the two of us."
"Not for long." Ahoda grinned. "Feeling heavier, my friend?"
Ari's eyes slowly widened as he noticed a faint red light under his own shirt. He lifted it up to reveal a mess of explosives and wires.
"But...how?"
"Shhh....close your eyes. It won't hurt none. Allahu Akbar."
BOOOOOOOOOOM
Ari, TOWN One-Time Bulletproof, has been killed.
Your tough exterior allows you to survive one night attack during the course of the game.
And so, Ahoda walked off into the sunset, victorious. America's last great hope, the dynamic duo of Trump and Ford had been vanquished, along with their cronies. Even the hopeful Mexican immigrants had been slaughtered. September 11 had won. Terrorism had won.
It was a sad day for America. A sad day.
Ahoda (and Curtis) have won the game!
Item: September 11, 2001
Role: Third Party Terrorist - You are literally 9/11. Using careful planning, and two airliners, you aim to make history repeat itself. Every night, you can select a person to prime for the next terrorist attack. When you're ready, you can send one of your planes towards everyone you have primed up to that point (you can also prime an extra person the night you send a plane). Since you have two planes, you can carry this out twice during the game. If you run out of planes, you cannot kill anymore, and must simply survive until the end; so plan your attacks wisely. You are also invulnerable to night attacks.
I tried to not lynch Curtis on several occassions so town would lynch him later down the road instead of my scummates. Only I failed to realize that Curtis is more or less lynch proof lol.
Further Entertainment
> Mafia Archive > 36. Rob Ford Mafia III: Anything Goes II: Dawn of Trump > Death of a Nation
