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Sixty-sixth Votecount

AKA, the "Just missed the top, sadface!" votecount.

thezmon221 - 10 (Bacde, Desperado, Kublai Khan, Nero Cain, EddieFenix, Nachomamma8, Cephrir, ThAdmiral, Slandaar, Seanald)

With alive, it's to lynch.

Day Two's deadline is Thursday, June 20th, @ 12:30 PM PST, which is in (expired on 2013-06-20 12:30:00).

If deadline hit now, thezmon221 would be lynched.

Bulbazak is V/LA over weekends indefinitely.
PeregrineV is V/LA until Friday, Jun 7th.
Nachomamma8 is V/LA until Tuesday, Jun 11th.

Sixty-seventh Votecount

AKA, the "Well, that was fast." votecount.

thezmon221 - 11 (Bacde, Desperado, Kublai Khan, Nero Cain, EddieFenix, Nachomamma8, Cephrir, ThAdmiral, Slandaar, Seanald, thezmon221)

With alive, it's to lynch.

Day Two's deadline was Thursday, June 20th, @ 12:30 PM PST, which was in (expired on 2013-06-20 12:30:00).

Bulbazak is V/LA over weekends indefinitely.
PeregrineV is V/LA until Friday, Jun 7th.
Nachomamma8 is V/LA until Tuesday, Jun 11th.

<<< The gathered citizens quickly start their debate up once again. Saddened by the loss of Mr. Rogers, they held onto the hope of perseverence only through the death of a mafiate, but they knew they had far to go, yet.

Many random names are thrown about, and for quite some time, the residents of the streets have nothing so much as resembling coherence. However, eventually, attention shifts onto , who comes under heavy fire for her apparent lack of interest in affairs. (Her normal dress being in the washers and her wearing a blood-stained uniform probably didn't help.)

However, despite the strength behind lynching her, there was no great degree of support, with no more than five of the gathered putting their voice behind it.

remained a promising candidate to end up in the noose, with up to four people backing up that cause.

But despite this squabbling, one debate remained in the center. hammered in on any De living at house on street, the one who had replaced the ailing Mac in the group.

"You integrated yourself well into our group, but you can't hide your true self! You that I'm not one of you, and yet you've tried to paint a picture of me being a member of your wretched hive of scum and villainy!"

"That's not what I said at all!"

"Oh, then what you say?"

"I said that we shouldn't blindly follow , because you're either a threat or producing ravings of a madman. In either case, not somebody to blindly follow during this time!"

"The fact remains, you have given us everything we need to condemn you."

"Like hell you did. Prove it!"

"I just did--your request for me to do so."

"That's not a real reason!"

"What if I said that I tried shooting at you and you didn't die?"

"I'd call you nuts. I've been trying to salvage the equipment of our fallen friends, but I didn't succeed. Meaning I don't have Oversoul's vest; it didn't fit me. So you couldn't have shot me and had me live."

"Oh? So now you're saying that you've been stealing the equipment of our dead comrades to use for yourself?"

"Yes!"

"I doubt that. The cops might be negligent in this city, but they been confiscating evidence from the crime scenes. I don't think they'd just give it away."

"They have not! What the hell do you think we've been paying them off for?"

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Silence.

It takes a moment for the comment to sink in.

As the entirety of the faithful twenty others turn their eyes squarely to thezmon, the whole situation could adequately be described by one word:

"...What." speaks up, the first to break the silence and put the importance of the implication into words.

Realizing what had happened, smiles.

Taking off his trechcoat, thezmon reveals the dark blue suit he had on underneath. Taking off his trilby and donning a proper fedora, he puts on the ground his sidearm. Discarding his cigarette, he instead puts into his mouth a cigar, lighting it up.

"Well, then," he begins. "Guess the secret's out."

and , the two multiple-personality women, both try to inquire further.

"But...you came in to replace Mac!"

"You don't think we would have let one of our members be replaced by any random stranger, would you? No matter how much it might have seemed like it, we carefully orchestrated it so that his replacement would be one of us, just as he was."

"Anything else you'd like to say before you die?"

"Long live our crime!"

And that was it. Once more, the quietness hit, just as soon as thezmon stopped moving.

They got one. They had won. But night rapidly approaches, and they know that tomorrow will bring this same struggle.

The fight was only just beginning. >>>

Blue Mafia Goon

Night Two begins now. It will end Monday, June 10th, at 12:15 PM PST, which is in (expired on 2013-06-10 12:15:00).

<<< The spirits of the citizens were lifted by them finally making progress, but with night having fallen, they never knew what was in store for them the next day. All the thrilling adventures of bullets flying and corpses falling! Not to mention, that one drunken fool ranting and shouting in a loud voice, wandering about.

"YOU YOUNG RASCALS MOVE TOO QUICKLY! Back in MY day, we could have civilized conversations, and be intuitive about them. Why, even in my inebriated state of mind, I am still twice the man you are! I can hold my liquor, I have standards, and I don't go wasting my money on some trivial things! I am a sexy seductive man, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! But I don't let my ego get in the way of CONVERSATION, YE DARN FOOLS. If you had taken your time, MAYBE we could have gotten MORE than just what we did, AND YET you were SO determined to WASTE your lives that YOU RUSHED into WHAAT SHOULDA BEEN SIMMPLE. So I SWEAR TO MY BEARD THAT--"


Finally. Something shut him up.

And with that, everyone could get a peaceful night of sleep. Bad things might still be happening, but the future looks bright. Soon, the streets could be cleared of the wretched scum, fellows who could sneak into a house and rob the residents blind without causing any alarm.

...In fact, they're clear of one such fellow, unlucky enough to have been startled by the shouting of a lunatic drunk. In the streets, he was vulnerable to being gunned down. The citizens of the street would rejoice come morning.




...Until they learned that "could sneak in and rob a person blind" doesn't translate into "actually does sneak in and rob a person blind". Certainly this young fellow had sneaked into houses, but not with malevolent intent. An ex-thief who had retired to the streets because they were peaceful, this man was clearly upset to see the things he despised about himself re-lived in front of him from an outside perspective. But the real giveaway that he was no threat? His identity is made clear as , a teacher...at a police academy. He had turned his life around and been reborn as an upstanding citizen, and thus, was of no threat.

Though not quite as much of an upset, the people are still saddened to learn the method by which the crazy drunkard many of them secretly enjoyed the musings of had been silenced. Shot point-blank with a silencer, Papa lay dead, his horned helmet not offering him the invulnerability of the god (and simultaneously, devil) he claimed to be.

Still, life goes on, and a new day has dawned. What's the worst that could happen? >>>

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