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With 3 people alive, it takes 2 to lynch.

Scumhaus was awash with blood and tragedy. So many had died already and were still dying, night by night. Suspiciously, every couple had either turned on each other or been killed in the night, except one. Grimmjow was sitting on the poop couch, looking back and forth between Singersigner and quadz08 as they sat across from each other, glaring.

"I just don't understand what's going on here! Why would either of you be killing all of us? This doesn't make any sense!"

Brock buried his head in his hands, showing obvious frustration and confusion.

"Look, there's no way I would have killed Reck if it was me...clearly one of you two is counting on the other to pick love over logic. Don't make that mistake, our lives are on the line!"

The other two considered his words carefully, and then turned back to one another. quadz broke the silence first.

"I don't know what to tell you, babe. I didn't even get here until a few days ago! How could I be killing people while I was on the road?"

Singersigner snorted derisively.

"That'd be the exact type of niggerfaggotry that I'd expect you to pull...lurk your way through the first couple days while a compatriot kills people for you, and then show up and try to claim you're not at fault? I'm not buying it. If you can't come up with something better than this, we're done."

quadz shrugged his shoulders helplessly, looking to Grimmjow for support.

"I-I-I..."

Singer stood up and quickly grabbed a knife out of the kitchen, moving to cut off Quadz's escape. Grimmjow hesitated only a moment and then moved to pin him on the couch.

"Here, give me the knife, I'll do it. A wife should never have to kill her husband."

Singer nodded sadly and handed over the knife. Grimm did the job with surprising precision and efficiency, and almost immediately, Singer realized her mistake. She backed toward the door, only to find the lock busted shut.

"You really did kill Will, didn't you Brock? How could you do that to him? He LOVED you!"

She gasped, a sudden realization coming to her.

"I should have known! Every time you act so extraordinarily confused, it's because you're scum! How could I have missed that?"

Grimm shrugged nonchalantly, the gleam of madness in his eyes.

"He deserved what he had coming to him. You

all

did...every time there is an interesting mafia setup, I get stuck being a townie! EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Well, I've had enough, and it was about time I took matters into my own hands. Serves you all right."

Singer stared at him speechlessly, as he continued his monologue while toying with the knife in his hands.

"Reck, Nuwen, MattP, all of them. They all deserved to die. If not by my hands, it would have been Drew, Josh, or Axxle. You should be thanking me for helping you out with those tools. To think they had the audacity to believe they could beat us at Mafia? Ha! They're far too new at this to get past this group. Absolutely ridiculous."

Singer had been slowly edging for the hallway, and she made a break for the stairs, dashing around the corner. Grimm, however, was ready for her, and launched the knife at her exposed back, where it embedded itself. She paused momentarily at the top of the stairs in shock, and then slowly crumpled, tumbling down to the landing where Pie had once been videotaped drinking alone for 20 minutes and then passing out. Grimm sauntered down to check on her, whistling cheerily as he moved to take a seat at his computer. He logged onto Mafiascum and pulled up the thread for The Reckoning II in GD. Grimm thought for a moment, and then began typing...

"The Reckoning II is over, folks. We all had a great time having everyone here, and we were really looking forward to next year! However, the time has come for the Scumhaus era to end, as Pie is moving down to Florida to join Esurio, and the rest of us'll be leaving the 'Haus when our lease is up. Still, many great memories were had, and I'm sure we'll be seeing y'all again soon!

Who's ready for the Invitational?

"