Re: Mafia Game V: Triumph of the Will
The majority of the inhabitants had peacefully fallen asleep in their Reichstag rooms. But not everyone was in the mood for slumber. A few of you were insomniacs and tried to find ways of passing the time and alleviating the anxiety of the communist threat.
The relaxing tune of the Horst-Wessel-Lied could be faintly heard through the loudspeakers inside the building. By all means, the atmosphere was quite serene and for a moment, it was as though all troubles had been washed away into mere memories.
Morning came along and you were all awoken by the bell. You got dressed and assembled for breakfast and a speech, knowing that you had political duties to settle afterwards. However, you quickly noticed the absence of two of your fellow National Socialists.
"Your Favorite Wet Dream?", muttered SwiftEscudo.
"Where the fuck is that annoying untermensch?", asked The in a fit of rage.
"Don't forget that Slav bulgarianlion. I bet he's selling us off to those pinkos as we speak!", asserted RAWN PAW.
"Search their rooms immediately! I don't want any conspiracy forming around!", sternly ordered aCol.
Fish20 immediately went to check on Your Favorite Wet Dream. He discovered him lying in a pool of his blood, decapitated and full of scratch marks. A note was scribbled on the wall using his blood, saying "LANGE LEBEN KOLLEKTIVIERUNG!". Fish let out a distressed call and the others followed suit into the room. The brutality was an abhorrent sight. What's more: YFWD's room was adorned by an Ordnungspolizei banner, revealing him to be a Cop for the Reichstag. Expired medication was also retrieved.
But even more harrowing was the question of bulgarianlion's fate. Sure enough, he was also in his room, in a trance-like state.
"I was... I was to be killed, but a figure in black saved me!", he said.
"What figure?", aCol questioned him.
"A figure... but what's more, as he saved me, he offered me these relaxing elixirs... but, but, I also heard these odd noises. It sounded like Slayer music."
aCol immediately scolded bulgarianlion and told him to stop being a faggot and that Slayer didn't exist yet. Fucking moron.
Although obviously let down by the death of their cop, the reaction was nowhere near as perturbed as that to the death of Luiz, the doctor. Most of the Nazis already had negative opinions of Your Favorite Wet Dream and suspected him of negotiating with the enemy.
"What the fuck was he doing with those meds?", asked Maelstrom.
"Who gives a shit?", responded Sharpie, before leaving the scene. The rest followed suit, off to drop their votes for who is to die next.
Day 2 commence.
With 8 players, 5 votes are required for a lynch.
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