Day/Night 1It was a very nice day. Saturday, infact. RunMan had just come into town the last night. Everyone was feeling fine. Then one of them noticed that Dr. Cliché was missing. After a search, they found him dead, laying over the half completed bomb, a knife embedded in his head. The mafia had returned.
Exp HP seemed slightly skeptical. He would glance around the room as if someone were there. Razzorman, meanwhile, seemed convinced that there was some all mighty force who was taking an active roll in the town. Exp, although still warry, decided to enlist in Razzorman's cause. Budja, sensible as always, decided they were going crazy over a minor phenomenon. Yet, the "mistake" remained. kaizoman666 began analzing a certain eye rolling technique. Exp HP joined in as well. Later on, he seemed to have found more evidence that there existed a superior being who was toying with their pathetic little town. Sir Leroy III went over in a corner to mull things over with himself.
While he was doing that, Exp HP picked up his prior suspicion yet again, this time in the firm belief that there existed two hidden presences. StraightFlame, more down to earth began questioning kaizoman666's motives. RunMan went for Exp HP, but Dataflashsabot steered the game back into the unknown with yet another almighty accusation. kaizoman666 made the mistake of using his time machine to fix a gramatical mistake, and was consequentially hammered on by Shawnachu. Exp HP was taking a closer look at Leroy over in his little corner. Deciding it was purposeful madness, he directed his vote at Sir Leroy III. Realising someone was on his case, Leroy dropped the act, only to take up the eye rolling technique. Exp HP, then turned to the idea that there was some food, somewhere out there, that wanted to eat everyone. kaizoman666 found a small black ball with eyes on it and mounted it on a pedestal.
Now the conversation appears to be tending back towards the plausible, despite the vital clue Sir Leroy III just uncovered via telephone, not to mention a rule the government just imposed on this town. When Shawnachu sat up and took notice of the new government rules, he began to question their use. No one seemed to have an answer, though. Exp HP believed as well there was some purpose for them, but avoid anything of much use. He instead began dancing like a moron. After a while he stopped and squatted down to write "Hello world!" in the dirt. As the bugs began to attack his writing, he picked them off on by one and ate them. Razzorman, Lunar_Tick, and kaizoman666 fell into mutual agreement that they should invest in more secular strategies.
As they settled down to dispute, Exp HP loudly cleared his throat. He stood up to ask whether or not Sir Leroy III had properly submitted his vote, which he had. Salmoneous believed the town had suffered greatly, what with two people voting a deity. Exp HP popped back up to give a lengthy analysis of the general population, when Budja began shushing him. Exp HP then noted something about a signature, which was only recently added to be able to participate in a certain avatar rating game of the lesser mortals. NESgamer rushed in the door at that point, mumbling something about the art of pie making.
As the town members sat discussing, the sun had barely begun to rise. Infact, it seemed as though the day would last until someone was lynched. It was just as Exp HP started to dance that the sun dramatically slid across the sky into the west; the town had less than three days until the day ended. With less than 15 hours to go, they slapped some votes on Exp HP and slid him up on the gallows.
The executioner slid a brown sack over his head and readied his axe. Exp said his prayers as he waited for the great blade of the guillotine to fall. With a single shout from the general, the firing squad opened fire on the lone townie.
The town awoke to an ear piercing shriek the next morning. They all climbed out of bed, except for a few of the heavy sleepers, and rushed over to see what had happened. Smoke was pouring out of the second story window of the town hall. A few seconds later, someone jumped out of the flames and to the ground. Calls went out for the doctor, but he was nowhere to be found, or did not wish to reveal himself. The body writhed in pain before lying lifeless on the ground, in a smoldering mass of flesh.
Budja, Mayor, killed with (http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/o/onfire.gif) night 1.The town took a head count and soon found that one person was missing: Sir Leroy III. They ran to his house. In the entry hall was a bloody knife. As they approached the bedroom, they heard dreadful moans. Fortunately, Sir Leroy was alive; his right side had been completely fixed by the doctor where the knife had entered. The culprit was nowhere to be found.
After all the excitement had ended, the town walked over to the pedastol to find that four notes had been left overnight. With the mayor dead, another townsperson picked up the first and read it aloud,
"so you think purple pineapple is just screwing with your heads? you are so wrong, and if you don't do anything soon you will regret it; hehe" As the town murmered over the significance of this, he read off the next three:
Ok, seriously. I'm just screwing with your minds. Is that so hard to see? But what the heck are you voting me for, it's pointless. Or is it... :shifty:
-PPand
Why are you so blind and stupid? Why would PP just make up some anonymous player? There is one. And it's not PP. It's me. But who I am, you will not know until the end of the game. But stop voting me, because I'm on your side! I mean, I have not done anything to you...
/Anonymous1and
We both know that you are not a mafia member. Just stop acting like this, because they will lynch you.
Have a nice day
Day/Night 2All notes having been read exactly, down to the punctuation, the town walked over to town square to deliberate. (The town hall burned down, remember?) As the town sat down amongst the cobblestones, StraightFlame pulled out his breakfast. While eating, he tossed out his opinion of Salmoneous. After finishing his banana, however, he ran off to a super complicated maze buried underneath the town. Pokemon much? After having thoroughly gotten himself lost, he pulled out his laptop and sent SingingSurger a rather nasty virus.
Salmoneous popped out for a bit. When he came back, the town accused him of crime and began saying he was the mafia. Salmoneous defended with the reply that he had only gone over to talk with Sir Leroy III. There later aroused a dispute about him roleclaiming doctor, which tagged on a few more votes. After a small bicker between Lunar_Tick and jimj316, one of the votes came off. Shortly afterwards, Sir Leroy III unvoted as well. Having no more vote on anyone, Sir Leroy pulled up a pillow and settled down to rest. He seemed to have a momentary throught, but shrugged it off and slept.
As StraightFlame and others picked up the doctor dispute again, he noticed Sir Leroy sleeping in a hay wagon. SF walked over and gave him a good kick to the stomach. After pointing out some embarrassing mistakes, he left Sir Leroy to his headdesking.
He then picked himself up and marched angrily over to the gillotine. Sitting down in front of the firing squad, he watched the heated dispute.
It was then that StraightFlame outrightly accused Salmoneous, saying that he was in fact the doctor. Salmoneous denied the accusation, but StraightFlame told the town that he had proof of being the doctor. Soon followed many a vote. The final nail in Salmoneous's coffin was driven in by jimj316, once reluctant to vote.
Cheers rose up of "Yes, kill the doctor!" The town hauled Salmoneous over to the guillotine. One of the town members sharpened his knife in preparation for the inevitable throat-slitting. The firing squad lowered their rifles and aimed for Salmoneous's chest. Although a new practice in the town, being run over by a tractor was a standard execution method in the Pinaplandia kingdom. Salmoneous knew all to well this practice as he laid his neck in the wooden block. His wrists securely fastened behind the stake, the executioner set fire to the platform. The town watched as his skin peeled off from the heat of the flames. And then, SPLAT, it was over.
Salmoneous, Mafia Roleblocker, thrown off a cliff day 2.During the night, a great noise rose up from SirLeroyIII's house. The town hadn't been sleeping too well, what with the mafia at large and the disturbance the previous night. They all crawled out of bed to see what was the matter. Opening the highly-decorated door, they saw a trail of blood leading down the great staircase and dwindling at the door. As they entered SirLeroy's bedroom, they found a limb nailed to the door with a warning attached. Bursting into his room, they found not SirLeroy, but bits and pieces of him strewn throughout the room. The bed was almost completely soaked in blood. They later found a chainsaw that had been thrown in the bushes lining the perimeter of his house.
SirLeroyIII, townie, killed by (http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/c/chainsaw.gif) night 2.The town once again took a head count, and once again, they found someone missing. Hurriedly, they burst into kaizoman666's dwelling. They found him, to their dismay, lying on the ground by his bed. Lifeless. All the colour drained from his face, and mouth hung open. StrightFlame, still claiming to be the doctor, knelt by his side. After he had finished his diagnostic, he stood up. With a troubled look on his face, he reported that kaizoman666 had been poisoned by arientosine. Lying nearby was a cereal box. An empty vile lay just inside, and there were purple stains all about the cereal.
kaizoman666, investigator, force-fed poisoned cereal night 2.With heavy hearts, the town walked over to the megalith in the center of their town. Three notes had been left there during the night:
You aren't getting out of this alive, NES. was one. The next one was:
HAI TOWN! I HOPE I'M NOT DEAD LOL.
~Sir Leroy IIIand
Why won't you believe my partner?
//Anonymous2
Day/Night 3The town walked over to the ashes of the town hall, which had now cooled off, and began their discussion.
As they settled down amongst the ashes, a small fly buzzed in from around the corner of the graveyard. All of a sudden, it sputtered, and fell to the ground. As one townie looked on in amazement, the fly writhed around, tracing lines in the soot. The lines became letters, and the letters became two words: "Hello world." The fly then did one last loop in the air and was nipped off by a bird. Soon enough, beside the first spectral message, a second set of curves began to appear. This time, however, they spelt out the words, "Jimj, you're next!" jimj316, ignoring the messages completely, found other means of random action. First, he scraped a microscopic nail from his finger and placed it on the ground. Taking a large saucer, he covered up the nail. He then picked up a PTO paper and began turning it.
Meanwhile, Lunar_Tick began to make his suspicions clear, one of which was for SirLeroyIII. Razzorman had to remind Lunar that the great ensemble of body parts they discovered the previous night was, in fact, SirLeroyIII. As he said this, a large timber fell down near Lunar_Tick, and some soot and ashes rained down upon him. Brushing himself off, Lunar picked himself up and strode over to a chair, which remained unburt and proceeded to sit down. And he fell right out! He picked up the chair and sat down again. And again, the chair flipped right over. Firmly grasping the arms of the chair with both hands, he lowered himself into the seat, and the chair.. well, you get the idea. Lunar_Tick decided he would squat in the ashes instead. As he did so, the breeze picked up again. It swirled the ashes around until there were now three messages on the ground. The most recent one said simply "DFB."
jimj316, possible unaware of the impending lynch, decided to ignore the setting sun. As the day began to draw to a close, he ran back to he house for a deck chair and some tape. Holding the chair in place, he taped each one of the legs in turn to a section of the ceiling that remained. Shawnachu tried to point out that the majority of the building would probably collapse if anyone sat in the chair. jim paid him no heed. He proceeded to climb up a pillar and grasp the chair. Just then, naturally, the burnt ceiling fell down. Cursing shawnachu's know-it-all nature, he strode over to the center of the town square and began to dig a hole in the ground with some left over FIAH from the burnt town hall. Filling the hole with syrup, he pushed Shawnachu in. Shawnachu became very irritable, as he climbed out of the hole, all sticky from the goop.
The town attempted to ignore jimj316's antics, in hope that he would stop. Just then, a truck pulled up to the front gate of the town. The driver climbed out. He was a middle-aged man with a brown mustache. Under his arm he carried a clipboard. Approaching where the town hall used to be, he noticed a circle of people sitting in the ashes. "Delivery for Purpletown, Pinaplandia here. Where do you want it?" "Erm.." one of the townsfolk began, "just leave it over by the statue in the town square." The man with the mustache returned to the truck and was soon joined by his comrade. Together, they began unloading painting after painting of fire. They totaled 100 in all. The two men got back in the truck and drove away. As the crowd looked on, they noticed something peculiar about the flames: they were all straight.
Just as the sun was setting an unusual thing occurred: the votes evened out. There were three people with one vote each: jimj316, Dataflashsabot, and RunMan. In the end, it was Lunar who cast the final vote. Everyone well aware that the next vote would sent someone to the cliff, the voting box sat in the center of the townspeople, untouched. Finally, one brave soul rose to condemn RunMan to the guillotine. As Lunar stood to submit the final vote, jimj316 was bowled over by a ghostly "no" screamed in his ear.
The town, happy at having reached a verdict, at one grabbed RunMan. Ignoring his protesting, they hauled him up to the cropping block. The squad pulled the trigger, and RunMan's smashed body rolled out of the garbage crusher.
RunMan, townie, enddayed day 3The town woke up to yet another ear-piercing scream. It came from Lunar_Tick's house this time. As the town wearily sat up in bed, StraightFlame rushed down the street shouting, "It's alright. I'm a doctor!" When he arrived at Lunar's bed chamber, he found him face down on the floor, blood dribbling from his head. SF strode over to the window and informed everyone that it was only a minor wound, not fatal. As he packed up his bag, he stood up just in time to see someone jump into the window. The intruder grabbed a spool of
italicized text and flung it at StraightFlame. when he came to, he could only remember holding up his bag in defense, and then a sharp pain to his right cheek. The town informed him that as they were about to enter the building, they saw his body fly out of the second story window. There was a tree just outside, so he did not suffer great enough damage to be killed. when he finally hit the ground, however, StraightFlame was bruised all over, and had a slight cut on his cheek. when the town did investigate Lunar_Tick, they found a note stapled to the back of his head. It read, "
really, dataflashsabot is not the serial killer. mark my words...it would be a big mistake for you all to vote for him"
The town marched over to the town square, where they found another note:
Hi pplz, howaya doin? Let's move on to the next suspect: Dataflashsabot! Is he a townie? Is he a Mafia? Is he the SK? The world will know one day! Just then, someone noticed Shawnachu was missing. They ran into his house, but found the door to his room stuck tight. One of them suggested it was locked, but it could be cracked part way. The doorknob could move as well. StraightFlame still sat in the town square. From his vantage point, he could clearly see through a window what the problem was: A massive object was blocking the door. Inside, NESgamer and Dataflashsabot were doing their best to de-hinge the door. When it was finally loose, they pulled it off and found the large hemisphere StraightFlame had noticed. (for he and Lunar were outside, recovering) It was a giant cereal bowl. Filled to the brim with some kind of transparent milky substance, they couldn't grab the edge without slipping off. Soon enough, jimj316 came up with a plan. Taking, Razzorman on his shoulders, they were able to see into the bowl. At the bottom was Shawnachu. His head had been crammed through a giant cheerio, weighing well over 50 lbs. He and the cheerio had sunk to the bottom of the cereal bowl, where he had drowned. The town noticed a large pie tin at the side of the room. It had crumbs in it, but was otherwise bare.
Day/Night 4Razzorman and Lunar_Tick both consented to vote jimj316, who they believed was their best chance for a lynch. jimj became very confused. Dataflashsabot, who was absolutely sure he had killed himself a day earlier, was surprised to find himself still alive. NESgamer190 claimed that he had taken the pie from Shawnachu when he was killed. It was then that Lunar_Tick realized NES did have an unusual tendency to use pie-related similes.
Meanwhile, Dataflashsabot was saddened. Apparently saying, "I kill myself" before going to bed wasn't enough. Searching around the remains of the town hall, he found a charred, pointed piece of something. Gripping it by the "handle," he drove the makeshift blade into his heart. Or, at least he would have if the weapon hadn't crumbled on contact. Not letting that get him down, he ran over to where the poisoned cereal had been used to kill kaizoman666. He found that the vial had been completely emptied and that any left over arientosine had been removed. Dataflashsabot ran next to SirLeroyIII's house. Not at all surprisingly, the chainsaw had been removed from the bushes. Disheartened, he returned to the rest of the town.
Tick. Tick. Tick. jimj316 glanced at his watch. The town had been silent for the majority of the last hour. They were all waiting in anticipation for the sun to set. With only 1 vote away from a majority, they remained unable to lynch until night fall. The four people who had not voted, Dataflashsabot, NESgamer190, and jimj316, knew that any one of them could very well condemn the latest votee to death. Be that as it were, not a one of them stirred. With the exception of jim, who paced nervously and held his watch up from time to time. Eventually, the sun had almost set. the time was 7:50, only two minutes away from sunset. Then one. 45 seconds. jimj316 nervously watched as the last minute of his life ticked down. 20 seconds. Now the town had risen, and were closing in around jim. The executioner sharpened his axe. 5 seconds. 4. 3. Lunar_Tick placed a hand on the condemned's shoulder. One second. Fearing for his life, jim broke free from Lunar's grip and dashed off down the road. The town was quick to give chase.
Blindly running through the kingdom, jimj shoved aside merchants and peddlers alike. Of the five that had perused him, now there were only four, hot on his trail. jim knew that if he stopped running, even for a bit, they would catch him. So, he pressed on. Within a few minutes, they had arrived at Pineapple Peak, a very steep, very dangerous mountain. jim was able to scale the rocks without much effort, and finding a ledge, pulled himself up to catch his breath. StraightFlame had grown too tired to run any further, having been wounded, so he sat down. The town knew that they could not follow jim any farther. Being higher than them, he had a great advantage. the rest of the town waited at the base of the mountain, planning to out-wait him. jimj316 realized this. The sun had set and it was growing darker. He eventually decided to make another attempt at escape. Tentatively, he began to lift himself up the rock face.
Suddenly, he saw Lunar_Tick and Dataflashsabot rounding the side of the mountain on a hiking trail. Once again, the chase was on. jim scaled the rock as fast as he could. Just slightly ahead of the two, he desperately flung himself onto the trail. Before he could stand up, however, Lunar had reached him. As he bend down, jim struck out with his foot. Catching Lunar with a
boot to the head, he was able to delay the attack just enough to raise himself off the ground. Lunar was quick to steady himself, and again lunged at jim. This time, jim grabbed his arm and sliding his leg over, flipped Lunar off the edge. Luckily, it was only a few feet down to the ledge where jim had just lain, so Lunar's fall was not to bad. He was, however, knocked out for a fair amount of time.
jimj's victory was short lived, however, because Dataflashsabot had now caught up to him. Unlike Lunar, Data was fairly muscular, and jim did not fancy his chances in a fight with him. Taking to his feet, jim ran up the hiking trail. Dataflashsabot, was less than a few meters behind him, and the gap was narrowing. jim ran as fast as he could. He knew Dataflashsabot could easily outrun most other members of the town. He tried to drive away his thoughts as he continued up the winding trail. Finally, they reached the top. Before the chase could head down the other side, however, Data flung himself at jim's feet. He struck a great blow to them with his shoulder, and jim tumbled to the ground. Data was quick to get on him. The two men struggle, each one just barely staying out of the other's arms. In the end, however, Data manages to pin jimj's arms against the rock until the others arrived. Razzorman and NESgamer190 each grabbed and arm, and began to haul jim down the mountain. Having finally defeated the criminal, Dataflashsabot picked himself up, and flung himself off the mountain. Razzorman watched in astonishment as his body disappeared over the edge. jim was quick to see the opportunity. Breaking free of NES, he followed suite. The town watched as the last mafia fell down the mountain, bouncing again the side. His body torn to pieces, like leftover pie crust.
Gradually, the town hiked back down the mountain to the meeting area once again. They were all saddened over the loss of Dataflashsabot, but they had seen too many deaths to mourn for him, and they went to bed. In the middle of the night, the town was not awoken by an ear-piercing scream that cut through the night like a knife cuts pie. And that has about it an altogether eerie presence. That sent chills down the spines of every single one of the town, as the sat in their beds fearing for their lives. That would frighten ever the most calm person, and send the dogs running off into the night, barking and howling, so that their masters have to herd them back home, lest they be eaten by a grue. Nope, that's not what happened. It was, infact, an especially restful night for the town. In the morning they slept until almost ten o'clock. when they finally rose, and arrived down at the square, they noticed someone was missing: Lunar_Tick had been killed during the night. (in a surprisingly quiet fashion) They quickly made it to his bed chamber, only to find him lifeless on the floor.
The town trudged back down to the cobblestones to begin their discussion. They found two notes. The first was attached to a great stone pillar in the middle of the square, as most notes were. It read, "
Goodbye, world!" The second note was found in jim's wrist watch. Someone had found the watch laying on the ground. A piece of paper had been wadded up and stuck in the middle. After being unfolded, the note read:
it looks like I'm headed out. sorry I snapped back at reply #392.
I admit it, I AM mafia, and I congratulate you on finding out who I am.
however, let me tell you a few things:
2. I only left one public note; it was the first one last night. I sent no others.
3. I have no idea as to the identity of the Serial Killer, not even a hunch.
4. had I survived today, I would have killed Lunar_Tick, and I worry that the Serial Killer has the same idea.
Well, good luck finding the SK! :)Just as the town sat down to pick off the last few amongst them, a truck pulled up. A man with a mustache jumped out. He was the same person who had delivered so many paintings of straight flames, most of which still lay by the statue. He strode over to the circle of debaters and said, "Hey! We found something interesting over by that there Pineapple Peak. We thought you might want to have a look at it." The town were surprised, but one by one they rose and followed him to the back of the truck. There, someone lay in a full body cast, moaning from pain.
"Is that.. Dataflashsabot?"
"Heh. Hell if I know," the driver responded. "His body was so mangled you could barely tell arm from leg. Someone identified the hat as coming from Purpletown. Can't tell you what a time we had getting him here. The paramedics were running around, going, 'make sure you elevate his head,' or 'are you sure that box won't fall on him?' Eventually, we drove them away. So.." Here he stopped, "Why do you all look so dumbfounded?"
After a moment of silence, someone said, "It's just that.. He.. He jumped off the mountain!"
"Yeah, we know. Damn lucky he survived in one piece. Or so the doctors tell me."
"What happened!"
"Eh.. Not quite sure myself. The way I hear it, shortly after jumping he landed on a hot air balloon. Apparently he landed right in the basket, on top of the driver. They both survived, but then, would you believe it, the balloon started to lose altitude. The pilot couldn't do anything, so he just watched as the balloon plummeted down into the forest. The way I hear it, the trees broke their fall and a fire-engine was able to get them down safely. Now look, I've gotta get back to make more deliveries, so if you could just help me unload him.."
A few minuted later, the town once again sat in their circle to discuss.
Day/Night 5For the first time in a while, the town had arrived at a verdict before nightfall. They knew NESgamer cared for just about nothing but pie, and therefore couldn't be the CK. StraightFlame claimed he was the doctor, and the town had good reason to believe him. This left three people: Dataflashsabot and Razzorman. Dataflashsabot could barely speek, so the town decided to put him out of his misery. There was a problem, however. Dataflashsabot's cast provided an excellent shield, as it was supposed to. There wasn't enough room around his head to simply shoot him, and, believe it or not, bullets couldn't penetrate it. The town eventually decided to drown him. The four gents picking up his body, they threw him in the river. I don't remember if casts float, but they rolled a heavy rock down onto him to be sure.
Dataflashsabot, townie, lynched day 5
Day 6The town had been almost completely wiped out of existence by now. Dataflashsabot was their last chance at killing the CK, and he came out town. The two remaining townies trudged back to their houses, knowing very well that one of them would die overnight. And of course, they were right. NESgamer190 was the one who awoke the next morning. He knew who the cereal killer was. Everyone knew it must be Razzorman. NES was the pie fanatic. StraightFlame was the doctor.. StraightFlame! NESgamer knew that he surely must have died at night, and now Razzorman was waiting just outside his door to kill off the last townie.
Well, he wasn't going to go down without a fight! Lifting up the sheets of his bed, he pulled out his old revolver. A bit worse for the wear, but it would have to do. Swallowing his fear, NES kicked open the door, prepared for Razzorman to be standing just out side. But he wasn't. Tentatively, he put one foot outside. He couldn't see the cereal killer anywhere. Then suddenly, he felt cold metal against his throat. Before he had time to react, he was one the ground, Razzorman standing above him.
THE END
The CK looked down on the last of the town. Picking up the revolver, he strode out of the house into his town. He stepped lightly, with the air of someone who had just been elected mayor. Razzorman was not surprised. He knew the miserable Purpleton never stood a chance against him. Grinning to himself, he sat down in a nearby armchair, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
Razzorman was awoken to the sound of a gun being cocked. He only had seconds to think before a gruff voice behind him said, "Alright. Out of the armchair." The cereal killer wondered who could have said that. With his hands in the air, he turned around to see someone holding NES's revolver. The someone stood there with one hand one the revolver and the other leaning against the house. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was riddled with sticks. LimeLemon stared at Razzorman, and with an evil grin, pulled the trigger.