MT Zehvor

Little over two hours to go. Pulse: 1 Voltex: 1 Underscore: 8 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 7 Burnmad: 0 MT: 1 Null: 0 Vote changes used: RahkshiToa88 (1), iBrow (1), Ehks (1), Burnmad (1), Pupwa (1), Quisoves (1) -MT

I actually don't have a clue what he's talking about. I just wanted to make him nervous. -MT

Oh boy I love the bragging going on It's quite entertaining watching you think you know so much. -MT

Pulse: 1 Voltex: 1 Underscore: 8 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 6 Burnmad: 0 MT: 1 Null: 0 Vote changes used: RahkshiToa88 (1), iBrow (1), Ehks (1), Burnmad (1), Pupwa (1), Quisoves (1) -MT

I guess this is what double posting all the time gets you. Pulse: 2 Voltex: 0 Underscore: 7 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 5 Burnmad: 1 MT: 1 Null: 0 Vote changes used: RahkshiToa88 (1), iBrow (1), Ehks (1), Burnmad (1) -MT

Pulse: 3 Voltex: 0 Underscore: 8 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 1 Burnmad: 1 MT: 1 Null: 0 Vote changes used: RahkshiToa88 (1), iBrow (1) -MT

Can do. Pulse: 2 Voltex: 1 Underscore: 5 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 0 Burnmad: 1 MT: 1 Null: 0 Vote changes used: RahkshiToa88 (1) -MT

-MT

Pulse: 2 Voltex: 1 Underscore: 3 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 0 Burnmad: 1 MT: 1 Null: 0 -MT

You said that he must die, to which I responded: ...is this a vote for Burnmad? -MT l2answerquestions But I'll update the list nonetheless. -MT

Pulse: 2 Voltex: 1 Underscore: 2 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 0 Burnmad: 1 Null: 0 -MT

Everyone did read the last bit right? About being able to vote for those not on the suspect list? Just checking. -MT

...is this a vote for Burnmad? -MT

Pulse: 1 Voltex: 1 Jag18: 0 ToaK: 0 Burnmad: 0 Null: 0 -MT

NIGHT 2: A Light in the Darkness Space was a rather strange place. At least, that's what MoC was thinking. Before now, she had lived her life with only selfish intentions. She had blown up a schoolbus full of children to get to their lunchboxes, she had spammed Mesonak's mailbox in order to get him to buy one of her new patented “spam stoppers,” and, most agregiously, she had spent her last hours on Earth impersonating MT with an intentionally awful avatar. But now things were changing. She couldn't quite tell if it was the effects of space, or being in a high pressure situation with lives on the line, but she now felt...different, somehow. As if she needed to do something to make a difference. To...help others... She shook her head at that latest thought. That wasn't the MoC we all knew and loved. Maybe she was just doing this because she was sick of space and would rather die than stick around. Whatever the reasoning was, her actions were undoubtedly far stranger. MoC had grabbed a drum and was beating it loudly, walking down the hallway in the middle of the night, trying to attract the attention of the Nindroids. Before long, her goal had been accomplished. A creaking of the floor behind caused MoC to whirl around, and she found a Nindroid staring directly at her, with a sword in its right hand. It grinned. MoC grinned back, with a rather creepy mixture of smugness and terror. “You should not have come here,” the Nindroid said, in a low, dull tone. “You can't win, Nindroid,” MoC responded. “If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.” The Nindroid paid no heed to MoC's warning. With one, swift motion, he ran her through with his sword. Death, and a beam of light, followed shortly thereafter. MoC, Oracle, killed by Nindroid MoC's body suddenly vanished, leaving a very confused Nindroid stabbing thin air. The light that had appeared just after her death flew through the space station, ricocheting off walls and panels, until finally it stopped at its intended destination... With a brilliant flash, MoC's dying wish was fulfilled. The identity of a certain person was made known to all... Underscore, Nindroid, revealed by MoC The Nindroid that had just committed the crime fled the scene, dropping his sword as he went. Later investigation would reveal that the sword handle had no blood or fingerprints on it, while the blade was covered to the hilt in blood. The floor was covered with some odd dusting, and footprints could be seen in the dust running off towards the next hallway, where they disappeared. The victim's body was obviously unrecoverable. That morning, a suspect list was rounded up. Due to the rather unusual circumstances of the death, Dr. Borg decided to implement a new rule: people were allowed to vote for someone who was not a suspect on the list. With that in mind, the new suspect list was published: SUSPECT LIST: Pulse: Sensitive to bright lights, wouldn't go near the crime scene ToaK: Had a rather suspicious looking pair of gloves on him that made him look like an evil British villain Burnmad: Muttered something about hating MoC for not defeating the Skrall in a past life Jag18: Covered in something red, claims it was from an accident with tomato juice 24 hours to vote! Couple things to keep in mind: Two vote changes, please say who you're changing from You can vote for people not on the suspect list if you so desire -MT

Certainly better than whatever grey wall fest Dead Space takes place on. -MT

Meanwhile, all is silent. I guess no one wants to make any noise that would let the mafia know where they are. -MT

So many mafias. I'm in. -MT

I don't know. Can you? (hue hue hue hue hue hue hue hue hue) -MT

DAY 2: A SHOCKING BEGINNING After much heated deliberation and several failed attempts to consult a Magic 8 Ball, the remaining engineers had determined that Valendale was responsible for the heinous crime of killing Zakaro. Portal's death, however, was not viewed as quite so unacceptable, and iBrow's attempt at getting himself hung fell just short after he decided that death was actually quite overrated, so no one was chosen to be executed for that crime. So Valendale was rudely pusehd into a wall, mumbling something about how he didn't even really hate Pikachu all that much anyway. Nevertheless, the remaining staff were convinced of his guilt and shoved him into the Nindroid disabling chamber. Dr. Borg did the honors of flicking the switch and sending thousands of volts coursing through Valendale's body. It's been said that electrocution is just above whatever process is used at McDonalds in terms of cooking something and creating a tasty meal, so the result that came out was less than appetizing. Nevertheless, Pupwa was quite hungry without his usual daily dose of 4 Chan garbage to devour, so he happily obliged. And this game suddenly got a lot more morbid. I should probably stop writing now. Valendale, Engineer, consumed by the Abyss Pupwa FINAL COUNT Underscore: 4RahkshiToa88: 4Star: 6Valendale: 7 Null: 10iBrow: 7Ehks: 1Underscore: 2MT: 2 Night roles have 48 hours to PM! -MT

And time. Scene will be up later. -MT

Economist, but close. ==VOTE COUNT== Underscore: 3RahkshiToa88: 4Star: 7Valendale: 6 Null: 10iBrow: 7Ehks: 1Underscore: 2MT: 2 -MT

So voting ends in an hour from now. Get hype. -MT

...you're quite right. I guess this is what I get for updating a Mafia game in the middle of class. -MT