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

[Dutchy]

FFB mafia**

 

[Parra Pride]

f**k up Dutchy.

 

[Dutchy]

I give you nothing but love PP. I've never attacked you, blocked or investigated you

You hurt me deep.

 

[Parra Pride]

I'm sorry.

 

[KeepingTheFaith]

Nek minute PP dead in the write up.

 

[afinalsin666]

Possibly.

 

[Dutchy]

Not by us. Greg Bird on the other hand...

 

[Dutchy]

AFS. Town investigator SGB has two lives.

 

[Bazzi]

What is this "write up" you guys speak of?

 

[Misanthrope]

Update incoming

 

[Bazzi]

Uncanny timing

 

[Drew-Sta]

Bazzi. Bazzo... Bazzorpe... Bathrope... Banthrope... Misanthrope!

 

[Parra Pride]

Nek minute PP dead in the write up.

Doubt it.

 

[Misanthrope]

Night Three

Santa rubbed his hands together and grinned with malicious intent. Finally, he was going to see some bloodshed.

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The man with the mustache once again tried to find a friend. For the third night in a row, however, he found his intended subject less than willing to succumb when under pressure.

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The faithful dog, fresh from his night of protecting a cat, decided to return to the pretty blonde he'd looked after on the first night.

Luckily for her, as well. As she slept and the dog kept vigil, a man with a fiery red beard and a sizable flamethrower on his back emerged from the darkness.

"Step aside, dog," he suggested, "This isn't your fight".

Red Dog was having none of it. With a howl of rage, he threw himself at the billionaire and managed to scare him off.

As the would-be killer fled from the dog's surprisingly tenacious defense of the girl, a short and fat bald man stepped into his path.

"It's nothing personal," he apologized to the super villain, "You've just got to go for the good of the business".

Hank Scorpio was having none of it. Before the bullet could be fired, he activated his jet pack and flew back to his underground lair.

Hank Scorpio is not dead. He is Hank Scorpio, Independently Aligned Evil Genius.
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Joe Pesci scratched his head and watched on with confusion as the man he'd been sent to kill made a hasty retreat.

And then a wave of angry Muslims washed over him and cut him into tiny little pieces.

BunniesMan is dead. He was Joe Pesci, Mafia Aligned Bumbling Sidekick.
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Luck Gambol sat in the igloo he'd carved for himself and sipped at a nice glass of red wine. It was cooler than he'd usually have taken it, but one must make do in situations such as this.

Hearing the tell-tale squeak of footsteps on snow, he came to his feet in time to see the haggard old crone enter his demesne.

"What do you want, old woman?" he asked as she approached.

"I want you to die!" she screeched like a harpy.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed," he apologized.

She stabbed him eleven times. He endured it all with a grimace and then shoved her out into the cold.

Luck Gandor is not dead. He is Luck Gambol, Mafia Aligned Immortal Gangster.
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Out in the cold, the ugly old bint found she had company. A lot of it.

The beautiful Russian threw herself at the old lady and stabbed her repeatedly with an ice pick. And as if that wasn't enough to put the wizened crone down - some smart ass glassed her as well.

Coby is dead. He was Sportive Cupid, FFB Aligned Loose Vagina.
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Back at Mafia HQ, Don Corleone was in a foul mood. Not only had they failed to put down their target, but now they found themselves a man down.

The sole good news had been that the God damned Dovakhiin had been distracted for the evening.

"This is unacceptable," the Don growled at his remaining allies, "And I won't stand for these repeated failures. We have a war to win here!"

The door behind him creaked open as a large black man in military uniform entered. A number of soldiers flanked the Ugandan dictator.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the venerable Don.

"'Dis," the big man apologized, "Is a coup".

"Boys," Don Corleone urged his men, "Kill this fool".

They did kill a fool. They stabbed Don Corleone to death.

Dutchy is dead. He was Don Corleone, Mafia Aligned Don of the Mafia.
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"'Da old king is dead," Idi Amin said with a wicked grin, "Long live da new king".

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It is now day. With 21 remaining, it is twelve to lynch.
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[Parra Pride]

I was kind of hoping my town alignment would show if some merkin failed a night kill on me, unfortunately not.

 

[Frederick]

I told you all about Coby. Still waiting for my latest results though, mis!

 

[Frederick]

Vote whall

He is hank scorpio

 

[Parra Pride]

Oh wow, just noticed Dutchy died.

 

[Bazal]

Good night that. We should know a mafia and an indy?

 

[Parra Pride]

Vote: whall