Mafia II

[Skyblade]

Everyone is a suspect in this game Rrrrr is getting out for this round though.

[Cornflower MM]

I know, I was just kidding around.

[rrrrr]

Too bad, you got the wrong person   

[Cornflower MM]

SHHHH!!!!! You're not supposed to tell!

[Eulaliaaa!]

He may be trying to get us to change our votes, though... darn it rrrr, why'd you say that? Now I'm second-guessing myself!

[Hickory]

I suggest we terminate rrrrr just so he doesn't blab again.

[Rainshadow]

  I apologize for how long it took me to write this; my week has been pretty crazy.  I'll try to be more on top of this for the next round!

  It was nearly midnight by the time all the pieces of paper were folded and sitting in Soren's hat.  As the hat was passed back to its owner, many members were looking at each other with a mixture of sadness and worry.  What if the person next to them was the murderer?  What if they weren't, but were still killed?  What if they themselves were killed?  So many questions, none of which had satisfying answers.

  Soren cleared his throat to draw the attention of the other hikers.  Once all eyes were on him, he took a look into the hat.  "I notice that not all of you voted," he commented.

  "How could we all vote?" Skye asked.  "This is just... it's just wrong!  We are literally voting to kill someone here!"

  "We do what we must to survive," Gonff replied with a sad expression.

  Again, Soren cleared his throat, although this time it was from emotion.  "Exactly," he agreed.  "I hate the idea of killing anyone here, but the deaths will just continue if we don't deal with it.  Now, let's... let's get on with the voting."  Without waiting for further comment, the cap-bearing member pulled the first slip of paper out of the hat.

  "Rrrrr."

  Rrrrr's eyes widened.  "W-wait, you guys think I killed Jasper?"

  No one answered.

  "The second vote is... Skye."

  Skye's only response was a gasp.  She raised her hand to her mouth, staring at the paper in Soren's hand with shock.

  "Third vote is... Rrrrr.  So that's two votes for Rrrrr."

  Rrrrr made no comment this time; merely shook his head in confusion and fear.

  "The fourth vote... Rrrrr again.  Three for Rrrrr."

  Now a few members were whispering to each other, all starting to step away from Rrrrr.

  "The fifth vote is for... Rrrrr.  So, that's... that's four for Rrrrr."

  Hushed whimpering could be heard coming from Skye.  Her hands were pressed firmly over her mouth, and tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks.

  "And the sixth..."  Soren's voice trailed off as he stared at the strip of paper in his hand.  His gaze slowly moved from the paper to Rrrrr.

  "It's me, isn't it?" Rrrrr asked, his voice quavering.

  Soren nodded.  "That's five," he said quietly, his voice cracking.  "Five is the majority."

  Sage stared at the accused member, shaking.  "Y-you killed him?  You killed Jasper?  You did it, Rrrrr?"

  "N-no!" Rrrrr exclaimed, backing up as Sage advanced toward him.  "I didn't kill anyone!  I don't know why you guys think I did, but I didn't!  You gotta believe me!"

  "We're not falling for your lies, Rrrrr," Jet said, glaring at the suspect.  "You saw all those votes; how could we not believe it was you?"

  Rrrrr continued backing up, frantically trying to get away from the other members.  "I swear, I didn't kill Jasper!  You've got the wrong guy!"

  "Justice must be served, Rrrrr," Gonff said, following him.

  "No!"  As Rrrrr screamed this, he turned around and took off at a run, sprinting as fast as he could into the dark forest.

  "Catch him!" Sage cried as he ran after the escaping member.

  And so, eight members began chasing down one of their own, seeking to kill him.  But they never got the chance.  Before they could catch up to the accused, an ear-piercing scream shot through the air, its origin not too far from where the eight were located.

  "Was that Rrrrr?" Corn asked, turning to look in the direction of the noise.

  "C'mon," Jet said, running toward the source of the cry.  But he didn't run far before he skidded to a halt.  "Whoa!"

  "What?" Rus asked, jogging to where Jet was standing.  "What's wro- oh."

  The two members, soon to be joined by six others, were standing on the edge of a steep bluff overlooking another portion of the woods.  It was too dark to see the base of the cliff, but in their minds, each of the eight could clearly picture what had happened.

  After five minutes of stunned silence, broken only occasionally by a shaky breath or a sniff, Rus finally said, "Well... that's it, then, I suppose."

  "Yeah," said Corn quietly, her voice sounding strained.

  "I hope we didn't just send an innocent man to his death," Skye whispered, her eyes still full of tears.

  There was silence again, but only for a moment.  Then Soren took charge.  "C'mon, you guys, we need to get a move on.  We gotta make it to camp."  He turned to leave, and the others followed closely behind.

  Far below them, lying at the bottom of the bluff, Rrrrr stared lifelessly up at the cold night sky.  He would never again see the stars, nor the moon, nor the beautiful colours of the morning sky.  He would never again see the leaves on the trees rustling in the wind, and he would never see the smiling faces of his friends again.  He would never see anything ever again.

  ROUND ONE (DAY) HAS ENDED WITH RRRRR DEAD.  ROUND TWO (NIGHT) HAS BEGUN.

  You have 72 hours to PM me with your choices for who to kill, heal, and investigate.  If there are any questions, feel free to ask me.

[rrrrr]

. told you.

[Skyblade]

Rain, I'm confused. Was it rrrrr or was it not?

(Like your storytelling, by the way)

[Eulaliaaa!]

One thing to remember about this round:  Unlike the previous round, where each player was allowed to announce their role once they had died, this is a SILENT ROUND, meaning that no roles will be revealed until the end of the game.  So, please do not tell your roles to anyone.

[Rusvul]

   I'm going out of town tomorrow. I've appointed someone to play for me should I be unable to. I'm guessing I probably shouldn't say who it is, because Mafia is generally overly secretive. Soo... yeah.

[Rainshadow]

  I apologize for how abrupt this one ends; I'm really running low on time right now, so I had to cut it off pretty awkwardly.

  It was two o'clock in the morning when the members had finally set up camp and crawled into their sleeping bags, settling in for an uneasy night of rest.  Although, in truth, not many were actually sleeping; they were too busy thinking about the horrors they had witnessed just hours before.

  The member who had it the worst was Sagetip.  He couldn't get the image of Jasper lying prone on the ground out of his mind, and had thus chosen to stay up for a bit longer.  He was currently sitting in front of a dying fire, staring into it while picturing the terror and confusion on Jasper's face; the same look that Sage had had when he first saw the body.  Why would someone kill Jasper?  What could they possibly gain by killing a nice guy like him?  Some respect from the moderators they loved so dearly?  But why would mods want members killed?  Why would the mods want Jasper killed?

  "It makes no sense!" Sage exclaimed, ripping at his hair in frustration.  He then quickly quieted down, realizing how loud he was being.  The other campers needed their sleep.  They deserved it, after what they'd all been through.

  Settling back down, Sage sighed and rubbed his tired eyes.  He should probably go to bed soon.  A fat drop of rain falling on his head only furthered his want to climb into his sleeping bag.  He picked up a long stick and started poking the fire, trying to kill the flames as the raindrops continued to fall, increasing in number and speed much more rapidly than he thought they should've.  Then he realized something; something he should have noticed much sooner:  What was falling on him smelled quite a bit like gasoline.

  Sage let out a terrified gasp and started backing away from the fire, but it was too late.  Before he could get far enough away from the flames, a large amount of gas was sloshed onto the pit, creating a large fireball that quickly caught his gasoline-soaked sleeve on fire.  He wasn't even able to let loose a single scream before his entire body was engulfed in searing pain that lasted only a moment.  When that moment was over, Sage was no more, and the being who had been hiding atop a tree over the fire was gone, leaving nothing but an empty container of gas with a small note taped to it not too far from the body.

  *  *  *

  Sagetip was found not too long after his body had stopped smoldering, when Gonff had gotten up to relieve himself.  An alarmed cry woke the rest of the members, and soon all were gathered around the charred remains of their friend, staring at him in shock.

  "Is that... Sage?" Eulalia asked, shining her flashlight on the body.

  "I... I think so," Soren answered, his eyes wide.

  "Hey, guys, look over here," Jet called from a few yards away, gesturing at a red object with his flashlight.  The other six looked away long enough to see an empty gasoline can sitting in the dirt.  Jet pulled a torn piece of paper from the can and read the neat writing aloud.

  "The Mods Shall Protect Their Faithful Servants."

  Skye clenched her jaw, a tear rolling slowly down her cheek.  "We killed the wrong person.  Rrrrr was innocent."

  "We don't know that," Rus said.  "Jet said that there might be more than one mod worshiper; Rrrrr could very well have been one of them."

  "It doesn't matter whether Rrrrr was guilty or innocent," Corn said.  "It only matters that Sage was just killed, and that we need to figure out who murdered him."

  "She's right," Eulalia said, nodding.  "No matter if Rrrrr was guilty or not, there's still another killer out there.  We need to make sure we get them before they get us.  I propose another vote."

  "'Cause that worked out so well last time," Soren grumbled.

  "It's better than nothing," Eulalia replied.

  Gonff nodded in agreement, saying, "Yeah, a vote would probably be the best idea.  But first, we should bury Sage."

  No one argued this, so the remaining seven members started with the task of burying yet another of their friends and wondering how many more would die before the madness ended.

  ROUND TWO (NIGHT) HAS ENDED WITH SAGETIP, THE HARE DEAD.  ROUND TWO (DAY) HAS BEGUN.

  You have 72 hours to post in this thread who you wish to lynch.  Please put your final choice in bold so that it's easier to pick out from the rest of the post.

[Jetthebinturong]

Rus, Corn or Eul are my current suspects. Gonff and Sky less so but still pretty high on my list. I don't know. Thoughts?

[Eulaliaaa!]

It could be Soren. Remember in Strangers At Redwall, where Soren is a pyromaniac? Sage was burned to death, which means that whoever killed him must've preferred to use fire instead of a different weapon. I'm not sure if that means anything, though...

[Skyblade]

I don't think rrrrr was even one of them...

Eul, Gonff, and Soren are my top suspects right now. Again, I'm not very good at this game, so take my advice with a grain of salt. But these are my guesses.

I think it might be Gonff or Soren. Aah, I really don't know

I honestly found it surprising that Sage was killed. I wonder if the Mafia did that because it was unexpected. I was honestly worried it would be me.

And remember to try not to overthink things.

There are little to no clues in the stories, so here is what I suggest. Jasper died first, then Sage. What could we possibly derive from there? And pay attention to the posts of everyone still left. Does anything seem off or suspicious? Look not only at the content of said posts. How long are they? How often did each person post? Inactivity could mean suspicions, and long and seemingly righteous posts could mean a ruse.

And yes, I know I'm making myself seem like a Mafia by posting like this. But trust me. If I was really a Mafia, I wouldn't reveal my own plot (making big posts to trick people into thinking I'm not the Mafia). Just trying to help.

And yes, I know that my posts are really making myself a target for the Mafia. It makes me more nervous, but here we go.