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One-Hundred-Fifty-Fourth Votecount

AKA, the "Amazing what one little mass-poke can do." votecount.

CrashTextDummie - 6 (Bulbazak, ThAdmiral, Nachomamma8, Desperado, Baezu, Cephrir)

With alive, it is to lynch.

Day Five's deadline is Thursday, August 22nd, @ 12:30 PM PST, which is in (expired on 2013-08-22 12:30:00).

If deadline were to hit now, would be lynched.

One-Hundred-Fifty-Fifth Votecount

AKA, the "Unlucky number" votecount.

With alive, it was to lynch.

Day Five's deadline was Thursday, August 22nd, @ 12:30 PM PST, which was in (expired on 2013-08-22 12:30:00).

has been lynched!

<<< The deaths of Rena and Nero Cain left the citizen's spirits low. They may have made progress with the death of Sean Alderson, but their group of justice-seeking leaders had shrunk to half its original size. Doubt. Fear. Anger. Paranoia. Apathy. All begin to set in and poison the minds of the would-be saviors. People who they would once have trusted their lives to now become subjects of great interest. The schizophrenic once more falls under the spotlight, and is right beside her as under the microscope.

All of the gathered had been part of the original council, or replacements of trusted council members. Yet still, they were being killed. Still, they had people inside their group working for the mafia. When would it end? When would the threat be over? Surely, they were getting close. Surely, there couldn't be many left, after the deaths of Red Ryu, thezmon221, and Seanald.

leaves to sort things out for a while, and he's far from the only person to do so. , , and all take their own breaks, and in the case of CrashTextDummie, they even fear the old man has had a heart attack and died, but he returns all the same to help smooth things out.

For a while, PeregrineV is the clear choice for the day, his suspicious behavior getting him dangerously close to the threshhold (falling a mere one vote short), but the push falls apart, in favor of one on , which gains nearly just as much momentum. However, ultimately, none of those three are chosen, as a dark horse candidate is selected. One who in previous days would never have come to attention at all, his good, solid reputation carrying him through.

CrashTextDummie, at literally the last hour of the day, is put on the spot. He had been held in such high respect to this point that nobody had seriously considered him a threat until now, when whispers abounded as to what he could be doing. Surely, an old man such as him would be trustworthy, so many shrugged it off. But as far as residents go, the older you are, the higher the chances that you hide a dark secret. Speculation spread, that perhaps his old age was being used as an excuse, and that he didn't have the problems that he claimed to possess. While ultimately shot down with extensive medical records and medications proving that he was truthful, the critical seeds of doubt had been planted.

And with no better candidate, that was all it took. A lesser man may have lashed out in fury or anger. Not the composed CrashTextDummie. Closing his eyes, nodding, and smiling, he walked with dignity to his demise. Only when the noose was around his neck did his composure begin to crack, and even then, only mildly so, as a few tears come streaking down his face.

It is difficult to tell for what he is crying. Sadness for mistakes in the past? Sadness for loss? Be it loss of a future or loss of friends and family in the past? Happiness at having lived a long life? Anger that it was being taken away? Perhaps it could be all at once. And despite how much he wanted to frown, he kept that smile even as the rope tightened.

When his body went limp, a few things dropped out of his hand. Pictures of loved and hated ones, including that of his next-door neighbor and rival, but also including faces such as , Mac, and . A search of his belongings reveals a gun as well.

For once, paranoia had paid off, as it appeared that their elderly friend had a dark side he had kept carefully hidden. The anger of his youth having so suddenly disappeared should have been a tip-off that he had instead found a way to vent it, at the cost of others. He had a humble job, and humble spendings, which kept his activities hidden, but the subtle signs, in hindsight, were there, that he was a violent criminal in disguise, brutally thrashing the competition. While he never really rose through the ranks with his day-job, signs point to him having risen through his underworld activities, as he trained others like he himself had been trained. Whether he was the last survivor or not cannot yet be determined, but regardless of whether he was or not, the trials of the citizens are not yet over.

In hindsight, the German being so fond of Italian food was probably a large tip-off. >>>

Blue Mafia Goon-Neighbor

Night Five begins now. It will end Monday, August 26th, at 12:30 PM PST, which is in (expired on 2013-08-26 12:30:00).
Send night actions to both myself and AngryPidgeon.

<<< It had to be over soon. Already, four corrupt members of the council had been killed. But however close they may be, they were not yet close enough. Eleven residents of this gathering lived when night had fallen, but it would almost assuredly be a bloody night. With things so close to their end, the fury of the mafia would be great. Desperate, and on their last leg, they would make sure the town would pay.

After all...while their own members had dwindled, so too had the members of this suburb. Though clearly the death of their own would outweigh the individual deaths of these citizens, the cumulative effect of this war has torn through their ranks equally as bad. They had gathered together for the first time a mere week previously, and yet, so many had died since then. The streets were worse off and more bloody than ever before, and things would surely only degrade further until this conflict would resolve one way or the other.

Spirits remained high going into the night, because for the second time in a row, they had managed to eliminate a ring-leader of this crime. But like all previous encounters, it would take a fool not to realize...they would soon pay the price. Come dawn, they would wake to find...a record number dead for them to have their lesson learned. Across the city there were dozens upon dozens dead, and from our fabled group, there were three. All gone.

This served as a bit of a reminder: while the citizens were fighting on their own turf, this conflict existed on a much grander scale. Admiral Theodore James Johnson (known by everyone as ), a retired veteran of war, clenched in his bloody hand a revolve with only three cartridges in it. Nearby, Cedric Phlox Richardson (shortened to ), also a military veteran (albeit a slightly younger one), lay dead as well, the skilled hunter having been slain. But few expected the third member of their gathering to be gone, as Baily Aether Zhukov (nicknamed ), an immigrant (from who the hell knows where) that had been trusted by Baron von Cedar (), had also been claimed by the violence. Though not all bad news, as searching through the hunter's stash gives clues; he had apparently given out his services as a professional, but to people who're rather questionable.

In the middle of the gore, it's impossible to tell how or when they were killed, but it had certainly been a bloody fight. The citizens that survive pay their respects and leave, and once again decide its time for some justice outside the law. Determined not to lose, they go with resolution into the day. >>>

Town 3-shot Vigilante

Vanilla Townie

Red Mafia Tracker

Deadline for Day Six is Monday, September 16th, at 12:30 PM, which is in (expired on 2013-09-16 12:30:00).
With alive, it's to lynch.