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In the Far reaches of the lands, across an ocean, lies a village.

This village was average in every way possible but it's residents were a different ballpark.

Some were master plotters, victims of an curse, or just plain insane.

But they all held one thing in common.

And This is their story.

 

drip. drip. drip.

 

[Welcome to _____ Village!]

[Pop. 98

 

[Residents]

Underscore

ToaK

Luroka

Pulse

Aiwendil

Quisoves Pugnat

Blade

Jag18

Unit

Blizzard

Ehks

 

[rules]

Follow bzp rules.

No betrayal of any form.

Multiplayer hangs have been temporary suspended, do not attempt.

Don't reveal the existance of PM unless I make an exception.

Pulse Trijhak

 

Due to the game's "twist" I cannot implement more until the game starts.

This is my take on XV; nightmare should I hosted that.

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Quid est hoc? Cur agit? Cur adsum? Quis est Pupwa? Estne res mentis?

 

I'm not certain I like the sudden appearance of this game. I think that you ought to have okay'd this with us in the Mafia Discussion Topic. Perhaps I'm overreacting, but I don't like the prospect of Mafia games popping up willy-nilly. It muddies the waters, in my opinion.

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Since you appear to have the problem of overpopulation but no rules, I'll join the list of rules as opposed to the list of population.

 

But seriously, what is going on here? You told us to not let you host a game. I can only assume Pupwa hosting a game heralds dark times.

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Against my better judgement, I'm going to join this thing. But why do you deny that you are Llyod? You were doing so well last month, telling us not to let you host any games, unwrapping the layers of your completed, convoluted psyche. Where are you now? Who do you think you are now? The onion has been rewound.

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Quid est hoc? Cur agit? Cur adsum? Quis est Pupwa? Estne res mentis?

 

I'm not certain I like the sudden appearance of this game. I think that you ought to have okay'd this with us in the Mafia Discussion Topic. Perhaps I'm overreacting, but I don't like the prospect of Mafia games popping up willy-nilly. It muddies the waters, in my opinion.

 

This.

 

The whole reason Mafia has survived (and thrived) for so long is that we take turns, and hosts are approved by other players in advance of actually starting a game. Now that we even have a topic dedicated just to discussing Mafia, there's not really any excuse to not just ask people "hey, should I start running a new game right now?". We already had three Mafia games in progress before this one showed up, and had you just waited until at least one of them ended and thrown together an actual proposal, you might have had my support. As it is, I cannot support this, and shall not be playing. 

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Drip.

 

The beginning of this tale all started at my two hundred something day of exsiting, back then, the sun was shining, the animals were doing animal things, and people weren't afraid of going outside, but as the day went on, the people would know little about the events to come.

 

Luroka was the one you might call, Unorthodox, even though that isn't the right word. He sometimes did things many people thought were suicidal, one of which as of lately was diving off a high cliff overlooking the water. As luck would have it, the more dangerous an task is, the more likely he would escape unharmed from it. That notion ended today, as he was found in a rather gruesome situation, having died from a knife that made it's way into his brain via his eye. With the two knifes gripped in his hands, the village assumed he was juggling knifes, and knowing him, wouldn't mess up on a danger scale that high. Because of this, the village assumed foul play and gathered to lynch someone.

 

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I vote Pupwa, because I'm fairly sure that:

  1. Nobody has a role.
  2. None of us killed Luroka.
  3. There was no times for roles to be sent out or any roles in the first post.
  4. Pupwa is killing people at random via RNG. 
  5. Meaning this isn't actually Mafia, it's an excuse to kill us all. Pleasant surprise.
  6. Meaning he's trolling us.
  7. Lots of people fell for it.
  8. This is also why he said not to let him host a game because he would end up doing this. 
  9. Therefore, killing Pupwa is the only way to end the game.
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I vote Pupwa, because I'm fairly sure that:

  • Nobody has a role.
  • None of us killed Luroka.
  • There was no times for roles to be sent out or any roles in the first post.
  • Pupwa is killing people at random via RNG. 
  • Meaning this isn't actually Mafia, it's an excuse to kill us all. Pleasant surprise.
  • Meaning he's trolling us.
  • Lots of people fell for it.
  • This is also why he said not to let him host a game because he would end up doing this. 
  • Therefore, killing Pupwa is the only way to end the game.

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Majority vote.

 

Almost instantly, the gathered all voted Pupwa, and, as anyone who's about to die, ran off, only to be beheaded by his own foot. Strange, I know.

 

Feeling relieved, the village all went back to their homes, unaware of the failure of this endeavor.

 

Drip. Drop.

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drop.

 

It was a new day, and while the lynching from yesterday helped relieve some tension, there was still a slight feeling of dread in the air.

 

Aiwendil, the resident librarian, was busy reorganizing some books In section 21, when that feeling once more popped up. Thinking it as a reminder that he was alone, he continued his work, until the bookcase slowly started to tilt over and over and

-WHAM-

He was crushed by the bookshelf.

 

The next morning, the villagers found his flattened remains, and reconvened to vote.

 

drip.

Looks like it's the end of the line for 21.

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