If Skizzz is correct…
Sad, Vynce: vote me. So long as you promise you won’t let RF wriggle out of dying with some foolish cockamamie scheme (two of which I’ve debunked already, knowing that I’ll be dead and unable to debunk them later. I’ll think up more in my LG, too.)
No. Lynch pie, lynch RF “when you don’t” come up as Stevie Wonder.
Vigi, I’m counting on you to hold your fire. Don’t waste your kill on someone who is 100% getting lynched the next day (if pie’s civ)
Also lol @pietastic still squirming. I ain’t Mafia, that’s your job.
Actually… Yes. This sounds great. The apology post must contain the phrase, “Pietastic is the greatest mafia player ever, and his penis is larger than anything AlphaCommando has ever drawn.” If you agree to that, we are golden.
Done.
Lunch Pie
Hope I have Pie for Lynch tomorrow…
Yo this phase.
Haven’t locked in on me, yet (as I said before, I never do). I’m hoping that RadicalFuzz has made some sense to you SAD/Vynce. Will still consider pietastic. I’d like to get more monopoly points if possible, at least.
Well, it looks like we have a screwed-up but effective arrangement. In typical SRK Mafia style. Meaning I can go to bed. Good night!
kaz and pimp must be facepalming like crazy, behind the scenes
Fuzz and Chief have made alot of sense to me…
Hey Vynce, while I have your attention. Which of us made/makes more sense, pie or me? Do you think either of us is Mafia?
Lynch Pietastic
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Good to see you’re listening to reason B)
I feel like we’re in the middle of a pissing match. Pie sounds more suspicious than you. You sound like me when I’m being railroaded.
Not gonna lie, it feels good winning the pissing match.
By “you sound like me when I’m being railroaded”, what do you mean?
Previous games. When I accidentally said “capcom” instead of Marvel. Or the last game leading up to my lynch. Just a degree of “Fuck you, idiots.”
I can relate, to an extent. Though it’s understandable since I had to spend so long away from the thread.
I am doing the write up now. Votes are locked. No more posting.
Day 5: Blindsided
He sat in the dark room by himself, sipping on his tea. His computer was reading his tweets outloud to him, and they were very unsettling.
“Stevie Wonder is a hack hashtag loser”
“Go back to the 60’s where you belong hashtag relic”
Stevie sighed. Apparently, a story on the internet had leaked that he was coming back with a boyband. Performing with Daft Punk at the Grammy’s gave him a taste of the spotlight that he so craved, sure, but he never intended for something like that.
But with the triple murder the night before of Justin Timberlake, Nick Lachey, and Hammer, he knew that his time was coming. Whoever planted that story wanted him dead. He sighed, and took another sip.
He heard the floorboard creak. Somebody was there.
“That’s you, isn’t it Sonny?” called Stevie.
“Yes” replied the voice. Stevie took another sip of tea. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
“That TMZ story about me joining a boy band?” Stevie shook his head and couldn’t help but laugh. “You know that’s just bunk, right?”
“I need to check out all leads. With all the killing that’s been going on… can’t be too careful.” Sonny sat on a chair near Stevie.
“The Daft Punk show was fun, but do you know how hard it was on an old man like me? I don’t have the energy for a boy band.” He took another sip of the bitter tea.
“Well somebody wanted you dead. Luckily, I’m not falling for it.”
Stevie smiled. He felt a sense of relief, as he finished the last of the tea.
“Can you get me some more tea, Sonny please?”
Sonny nodded, but then quickly realized Stevie couldn’t see him, and stammered “Yeah ,sure. Where is it?”
“Top shelf, left hand side” said Stevie. He felt Sonny take the cup, and heard the footsteps disappear.
“I may have something to help you, Sonny, because you trusted me. A man I had never heard before came by a week ago, and wanted my help. Said he was working with James Brown. I didn’t like his attitude, so I sent him away. But I think I have…” he said, as his voice started to trail away.
“Stevie?” called Sonny. “I don’t see any tea… all I see is… Rat Poison?”
Stevie fell to his knee, clutching at his throat. His throat was swollen shut, and he was unable to breathe. He felt his heart racing. The pain of not breathing was starting to get to him.
Sonny came running from the kitchen, trying to help him. But without Quincy, there was no hope. Sonny had no idea what to do.
So he sat there, and held Stevie Wonder cradled in his arms, and watched a legend die.
Stevie Wonder was pietastic!
Vote Results:
Pietastic- Cyntalan, GodotsRevenge, RadicalFuzz, Skizzz, Sumazndude, The Chief, Vynce
Cyntalan - blindknagg, Hecatom, pietastic, SoV3it
Pietastic you have 12 hours to submit your last gasp
Musicians left alive:
3rdSTRikeLOVE Day 2 Lynch
Aidebit Day 1 Lynch
AlphaCommando Night 2 Kill (MAFIA)
Bious Night 4 Kill
Blindknagg
bloodymess Disqualified for posting at night
Combo_Knight Night 3 Kill (MAFIA Sibling)
Cyntalan
DarkGeneral Night 3 Kill (Civ Sibling)
DukeC Night 2 Kill (MAFIA)
Exodus. Night 1 Kill
ForgeDigger Night 4 Kill (MAFIA)
GodotsRevenge
Hecatom
Missing Person Night 3 Kill
Oerba Day 4 Kill (MAFIA)
orochizoolander Day 3 Lynch
pietastic Day 5 Lynch
RadicalFuzz
RECESSIONTIME Day 2 Inactivity
Skizzz
Sovi3t
sumazndude
Synonym Night 3 Kill
The Chief
The Co-Jones Night 2 Kill
Vynce
WTF-AKUMA-HAX Night 4 Kill (MAFIA)
It is now night phase. Actions are due in 12 hours at 12:00 PM EST (noon) Feb 19th
Night 5: Someday… (But not today)
He sped through the night, slamming his fist on the dashboard everytime he was stuck at a red light. His mood was somewhere between Anger and Despair, and his actions borderlined on desperate. He popped open the glove box, and pulled out the handgun stuffed inside. The light turned green, and he sped through the intersection quickly towards his destination.
Inside his mind, he couldn’t shake the images he had seen the night before. Justin Timberlake, throat cut end to end, and Nick Lachey, shot through the head. Somebody was on to them, and he was going to take care of them first. It was the only way to ensure his survival.
Why did he even get involved with a bunch of washed up guys? He thought working with James Brown and Justin Timberlake would be something he would never forget for his entire life. He hadn’t imagined it would end up cutting his short. Things had gone downhill fast, but he had to see things through. “One more kill”, he thought, “and I’m safe”.
He screeched up outside the mansion, and jumped out of his car. His eyes went up the long driveway to the house, inside lived the man he knew was responsible for the deaths. The driveway was blocked by a high gate, so he jumped up and began to climb it, tucking the gun into his waistband as he did so.
And in that moment, he felt the hands come on quickly, pulling him down off of the gate, hand clasped over his mouth, while a sharp sensation dug at his throat. He felt something wet running down his shirt.
His throat had been cut. He was unable to breath, not able to speak, and he was getting weak as his blood spilled out all over the concrete. He fell to the ground, face down, sputtering blood out of his mouth. The man who stabbed him flipped him over onto his back with his foot. Delious Kennedy looked up, and stared right into the eyes of the man who killed him.
His eyes went wide. “It can’t be…” was his last thought, as his life slipped away.
The man smiled, leaned down, and cleaned his knife of the shirt of the dead man, whistling a tune as he walked down the street.
The boy band was finished. All of its members were now dead. And the terror was over.
Louis Armstrong was having his morning coffee, reading his newspaper. The headline read “5th Boy Band member killed in the past week: Is the terror over?” He looked over the article with interest. Apparently, it was somehow tied to the James Brown death the week before too. Lous thought that there were definitely a lot of musicians dying lately, and wondered why.
He looked across the kitchen, and saw his lone Grammy sitting on a shelf. He smiled to himself. He was happy with that, there was no need to get back in the game. Retirement was the best thing that ever happened to him.
“Ah, what a wonderful life” he said outloud to himself.
Bang.
Red splattered across the newspaper, and Louis slumped over, dead. Brain fragments slid down the paper, as it became soggy with blood. The man reached over to the table, picked up an apple, and began eating. He spotted the grammy on the shelf, slipped it into his pocket, and checked his gun; only one bullet left. He frowned a little bit. “Better make this last one count,” he thought to himself.
The news of Louis Armstrongs death sent a murmor through the musician community. All the boy band members were dead… so why wasn’t the streets safe? Why were people still dying? Rolling Stone had written an editorial on the matter, and posted it to their website.
“Musicians Still Dying: Is there a serial killer on the loose?”
The man twirled the knife in his hands, smiling to himself as he read the article. He flung the knife quickly across the room, where it landed smack dab on the forehead of a picture of Sonny Bono. He still had quite a bit of work to do.
Delios Kennedy was Cyntalan!
Louis Armstrong was Hecatom!
Musicians left alive:
3rdSTRikeLOVE Day 2 Lynch
Aidebit Day 1 Lynch
AlphaCommando Night 2 Kill (MAFIA)
Bious Night 4 Kill
Blindknagg
bloodymess Disqualified for posting at night
Combo_Knight Night 3 Kill (MAFIA Sibling)
Cyntalan Night 5 Kill (MAFIA)
DarkGeneral Night 3 Kill (Civ Sibling)
DukeC Night 2 Kill (MAFIA)
Exodus. Night 1 Kill
ForgeDigger Night 4 Kill (MAFIA)
GodotsRevenge
Hecatom Night 6 Kill
Missing Person Night 3 Kill
Oerba Day 4 Kill (MAFIA)
orochizoolander Day 3 Lynch
pietastic Day 5 Lynch
RadicalFuzz
RECESSIONTIME Day 2 Inactivity
Skizzz
Sovi3t
sumazndude
Synonym Night 3 Kill
The Chief
The Co-Jones Night 2 Kill
Vynce
WTF-AKUMA-HAX Night 4 Kill (MAFIA)
It is now Day phase! Posting is allowed!
Day Phase will end in 36 hours at 12:00 AM EST (Midnight) on Feb 20th. Please submit all votes and day actions by then!