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Random Mafia V: Christmas Edition **GAME OVER**

Misanthrope

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Night Two Update

It was an odd night in the snow-blasted north of the world. A night where Don Corleone found himself muscled into a shiny Japanese car and taken drifting on icy roads by an obese blonde. Weird.

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It was a night where three separate people visited a cat and tried to make friends with it, only to have it literally disappear into thin air. The man with the mustache, the man with the beard, and the abstract concept all left disappointed.

Why didn't anybody want to be their friend?

And why had a dog been following the cat around?

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Don Corleone left the car on shaky legs. He'd seen and done some intense things in his life, but drifting on the very lip of an icy road with only the bitterly cold ocean beneath to break their fall had taken something out of him.

The fat woman behind the wheel had kept leering over at him and drinking those God awful 'green Russians' she had tried to force on him.

"See you later, Pops!" she shouted as her tires screeched and she disappeared into the night.

He dropped to his knees in the snow and began to retch. This was too much for him.

And as he lay vulnerable, a glass of Tooheys New shattered over the back of his head. It would take more than a thorough glassing to put him down though.

Don Corleone is not dead. He is Don Corleone, Mafia Aligned Don of the Mafia.
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Elsewhere, the man in red and white once again found himself being harassed by that God damned handsome ghost.

Oooooo! I'm so frightening, yo!

"Leave me alone!" he shouted at it, "I've got business to attend to".

"Sure you do," another voice with a thick accent put in, "You've got dying to do".

The short, fat, and bald man squeezed the trigger and the bullet whizzed towards the man in red and white. It should have struck true, but instead struck an invisible barrier.

The man in red and white had had enough. He ran away.

Jason Maher is not dead. He is Jason Maher, FFB Aligned Unkillable Merkin.
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Somewhere else, there was a hot three way as a mafioso, a crazy rock climber, and a Russian woman f**ked one another's brains out.

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Bunk Moreland sat in the offices of the Baltimore PD and sipped at the coffee that was more whiskey than coffee. It was dog watch and he was the only person in the Homicide officers.

BING!

His computer chirped and he looked at the message that had popped up on the screen.

You're dead it said.

And so he was. The ax buried in his head saw to that.

Apey is dead. He was Bunk Moreland, Town Aligned Alcoholic Homicide Detective.
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It is now day. With 24 remaining, it is 13 to lynch.

Beeker cannot be voted for today.

Vote Count

butch: 1
soc123_au: 1
Parra Pride: 1​
 
Drew-Sta

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Wow. Interesting night.

soc has a force vote. Also appreciate the protection. And the three people visiting me :)
 
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