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

[Parra Pride]

Except maybe Bunniesman's lover.

 

[BunniesMan]

Na she left me for Bunniesmen

 

[Parra Pride]

We all know you're Bunniesmen's alt, stop trying to hide it.

 

[Ozzy]

Na she left me for Bunniesmen

Bunniesman's lover is a male.

 

[butchmcdick]

lips are lips

 

[KeepingTheFaith]

Take away the username and this is a standard KTF post.

I rarely use the word "metagame".

And I'm usually too dead to use the term "good to see nobody has...."

Get it right nub.

 

[afinalsin666]

Remember how everyone hated Monk for being slow?

 

[KeepingTheFaith]

15 hour phase so far. Monk's still got him covered.

 

[Dutchy]

Not as long as JMs 15 month phase.

 

[Bazzi]

JM's just waiting for Smiley to send his crucial action in.

 

[KeepingTheFaith]

Did JM's ever officially start though? I know he put up the game thread but that was to go over all the rules and shit.

Still the greatest troll mafia ever.

 

[Dutchy]

Did you play my role-block mafia? :lol:

 

[Smiley]

JM's just waiting for Smiley to send his crucial action in.

That's it. You're on PP's list.

 

[Bazzi]

That's it. You're on PP's list.

Yeah? Well I might just add you to PP's list as well.

 

[soc123_au]

Did you play my role-block mafia? :lol:

Most f**ked mafia ever. Lucky it was a turbo.

 

[Rebel]

I hate people with lives.

 

[Monk]

Just had a three hour nap to pass the time.

 

[KeepingTheFaith]

Just had a three hour nap to pass the time.

So you're running a turbo mafia then?

 

[Misanthrope]

Night One

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the North, people prepared for murder and went forth.

There were killers and lawyers,
Actors and whores,
But regardless of the person,
There would be blood on the floors.
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Well, actually, not a great deal.

A shadowy figure in white and red crept through the snow, gritting his teeth with each squeak that the compacted snow made underneath his boots. He was out on murderous business, and murderous business needed stealth.

Up ahead, his target sat perched atop a table. The moonlight caught on his glassy exterior and glittered a little.

Grinning to himself, the killer to be produced a sizable hammer and prepared to break some glass.

Ooooooooo! Oooooooo!

A ghastly, ghostly sound echoed through the night. The killer's target didn't seem to hear.

Ooooooo! I'm a ghost! Oooooooo! Go away!

The man in red and white turned to face the apparition coming towards him. It was so good looking! So handsome!

Ooooooo! I'm scary! Oooooo!

The killer dropped his hammer as he buckled over in orgasm. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came violently.

He'd need a change of pants.

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Somewhere, a faithful dog sat outside the tent of a sleeping girl.

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The Dovakhiin was no stranger to snow. He'd been transported to this icy realm from Skyrim, and there seemed to be considerably less bandits and frost trolls up here to deal with.

Just a f**k tonne of weird people.

He'd selected one of them to taste some thuun tonight. Even now, he saw the besuited figure shuffling through the snow with some kind of weapon brandished in front of him. It looked vaguely like a smaller, darker crossbow.

Yol toor shul!

A cloud of scorching flame belched from the Dragonborn's mouth and enveloped the old man in the suit. But somehow, he emerged from the flames unscathed. What sorcery was this?

Don Corleone is not dead. He is Don Corleone, Mafia Aligned Don of the Mafia.
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A man with a mustache tried to speak to a woman with one. She wasn't having any of it.

In fact, she was busy typing furiously while she fudded herself rotten.

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Don Corleone was not in a good mood. He'd been out about his business when some hulking Scandinavian had breathed fire on him. Not cool!

Still, a bit of murder ought to cool his mood a little.

He saw the big nosed Jew up ahead. He had his back to him and seemed to be masturbating while looking at...

... was that Fantasy NFL? What the hell?

Nevermind. He'd die with his pants down.

The Don took out his gun, took his time to line up the shot, and fired.

But he didn't hit his target. No. He hit the good looking piece of cooze that had walked in with an ice cold beer for her husband.

Sofia Ruxin is dead. She was Sofia Ruxin, Town Aligned Trophy Wife.
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And last, and almost certainly least, a man forgot what he was going to do after he read some shit on the Internet.

It is now day. With no player deaths and 26 remaining, it is 14 to achieve a lynch.

Vote Count

butchmcdick: 1
Monk: 1
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[KeepingTheFaith]

So who tried to kill the Don?