Mafia XVIII - Reverse Mafia [Mafia + Ubiquitor WINS]

[Shizuka]

In the end, it'll take longer than if we were to wait for the deadline, wouldn't it?

[ShadowJetX]

Just got off work a little while ago guys, worked OT today. I'll take a shower and get the scene up in a bit.

[ShadowJetX]

Man, today was a long azz day.
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In a surprise twist of events, a meeting was called early by the no halved group. The man behind the intercom spoke with less anger and more urgency, "Since the lot of you have decided early today, I assume you all have come to a uniform decision this time instead of being all over the place like cats in the rain?"

The person who incited the early meeting stepped on forward. Upon a moment of inspection it was a jazzy sounding lion who rose to speak, "Hmmm, not completely I should say. Only half us could decide, I called this meeting because it seemed like the most productive action to take. 4 of us want to nominate the man known as "suttonmitchell." It seems most proper to kill him off since he hasn't offered anything thus far, more like cannon fodder if nothing else. Perhaps he is one who conspires against us, but clearly being outmatched has shunted him."

The intercom went silent for a few minutes, clearly the man was in thinking about the proper course of action. Perhaps it was the lion's sliver tongue combined with his enthralling voice that persuaded him in his next action, "Hmmm, considering the outcome of the past few days, perhaps you're right, perhaps not. Which is why I'll make this exception for today. "suttonmitchell," it is time to meet thy maker."

"suttonmitchell," like the other few persons before him, was engulfed in a bright ass light. And as such, the screen popped up showing him a white room, being scanned. The other side of the intercom was silent through the whole process.

After a minute the video on the screen no longer showed him hoisted on a catapult. While a catapult being used was interesting enough, where the catapult and its unlucky passenger where located was like, I dunno, about 1'000'000 times more interesting. Part of the screen showed an up close shot of the red haired man, another part of the screen showed a zoomed out picture of the moon with the complex attached to it through unknown means.

Through the intercom a alarm and countdown starting from 10 could be heard, along with hasty breathing. On the screen, the man could be seen desperately trying to get out of his predicament, the only kindness shown to him was a provided space suit with limited resources.

As the count down reached its final seconds, the man out on the moon could be seen going limp, clearly accepting his fate and waiting for it to be over.

"4...3...2...1...0... ALL SYSTEMS GREEN, LAUNCH!" Everyone could clearly though the high definition screen his horrified face as he was violently launched into the bleak and pitch black darkness of space. The whole screen now focused on the red haired youth as best it could. It was able to keep track of the man for a good three minutes, showing the terrifying ride he was on, violently flipping forward nonstop, and if one focused hard enough, they would notice the vomit sprayed into the helmet.

With the man gone from view forever, all they could was ponder "suttonmitchell's" impending death. Would he be captured by earth's gravity and plummet to a crushing death? Would be torn apart by the all the space debris in earth's orbit? Or maybe by stroke of luck he would miss everything else and float endlessly in space allowing him to come to a slow and peaceful death through suffocation? Who knows? He could end up being flung into the sun in a few centuries.

With the "show" now over, an inaudible expletive could be heard over the intercom with smashing sounds heard seconds later. Clearly the meeting was over.
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suttonmitchell - Reno (FFVII) - Turks Cannon Fodder [mafia goon] was flung into the abyss of space along with a mysterious death

Day 4 official end, Night 4 starts now diggty dawgs!

[Shizuka]

If that's really what I think it is, that's one more down, one (potentially two) to go. Who didn't vote for Sutton?

[TheForeignGamer]

Um, how much time is left?

[ShadowJetX]

Seeing as I fucked shit up yesterday with the timing and everything, N4 will end at 7Pm tomorrow. So like 21 Hours left.

[kotakoni]

If that's really what I think it is, that's one more down, one (potentially two) to go. Who didn't vote for Sutton?

Are you mafia?

[Shizuka]

If that's really what I think it is, that's one more down, one (potentially two) to go. Who didn't vote for Sutton?

Are you mafia?

No, I'm not. Are you?

[darkclaymore]

If that's really what I think it is, that's one more down, one (potentially two) to go. Who didn't vote for Sutton?

Are you mafia?

I'm mafia *hic*

[ShadowJetX]

Alright, Night 4 Ends. Scene incoming in a bit.

[ShadowJetX]

There's nothing in this space, leave
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During the Night (maybe)*

A man dressed in a gaudy white suit was making his towards his living quarters, weary of the presence that was following him. He sensed the person following minutes before hand, the knowledge of this sending the hair's on his neck to stand up straight.

For man of his skill and experience, it should be no problem to dispatch hit man, the only problem was that he couldn't sense the direction he or she was stalking from.

He stopped for a moment to get better sense of his surroundings, and thats all it took for his assailant to make his move. Before he could react, he was clocked in the face by flash bang grenade, almost exploding on contact. In the mere seconds that this happened, his attacker got behind him, and with a few quick flexes snapped his neck. He was in and out, like a shadow created by lightning, the man in a white suit left lifeless on he ground like a rag doll.
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Morning (perhaps)*

Despite the clocks inside the complex reading around 9 am, the man on the other side of the intercom spoke with slurred speech, like he had been drinking, "So what tha helll happened thisss mornang?"

A somewhat regal looking man dressed in 19th Century clothing stepped up to answer the impaired man, "The man who went by the name of "Xeras" was found dead this morning, much like the other night it appears that he also had his neck snapped. It also appears from evidence found that a device called a "flash bang" was used to disorient him while his attacker made his or her move. On the same coin, his nose was broken and his eye was blackened."

His announcement finished, he stepped back into his seat.

"Will son of a gun, this shit just doesn't stop does it. Hopefully you'll single out the rotten bastard thisss time. Meeting adjourned!"

The air of distrust was thick as milk on this 5th day in the mysterious complex.
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Xeras - Tony Montana - Ultimate Badass [Jack-of-All-Backups, Mafia Goon] had his neck snapped in a one way struggle

Day 5 begins, with 6 alive, it takes 4 to lynch.

Day 5 Ends Tuesday @7Pm Central Time (Us/Canada)

[TheForeignGamer]

*looks at scene*

...Wut.

[Empty Overture]

-revives-
Ahahaahhahahahahaaaaaaaa!
-goes back to being dead-

[TheForeignGamer]

Why does this have to be so damn confusing? Ugh.

Edit: Who's really still alive? The list isn't up-to-date.

[Shizuka]

I'm still loss at from all the people who died by now, who was good and who was bad.