Pretty sure? You don't know?

Alright, lynch vorlon

Are you even a man?

Zyxba, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

zyxba, to clarify what I said above--I think you may have the same goals and motivations as myself. Do you think this is so?

Remove Vote: Vorlon20

I want an answer, but I don't want him lynched necessarily.

Vorlon, who are you?

I think so Vlad, but where are we gonna find a 50 foot iron rod and a pack of bubblegum?

Fine. I am Steve the getaway driver. I am town. I'm also the best getaway driver known to mankind!

Thank you. Moving along...

Vote: zyxba

Im in for this vote:zyx

Vote k-ness

Looks like we found our mafia.

Apon further review and looking at previous post I also think K is mafia
Vote:K-Ness

agreed. vote: k-ness

Day 1

Sasha came home from work to find Cole waiting.

"What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Nothing about you has ever been in the same zip code as obvious." She rolled her eyes and put her jacket away.

"C'mere, Sasha."

"Get out of here, Cole."

"You really want me to do that?"

"I must cause you're not moving. Maybe I should ask you to stay with me forever. That put the rabbit in you last time."

"Baby, I know I've been gone for awhile."

"You've been too gone, you ####in #######." She turned away, not even wanting to look at him.

"Is that any way to talk to the man you love?"

That comment earned Cole a slap across the face.

"You've got some balls. I haven't heard from you in over a year. You think you can just waltz on back, pick up where we left off?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"No explanation, no nothing! Not even a goodbye."

"I left you something."

"I worried about you for months. Why did he leave? What kid of trouble is he in? Did he tire of me? I'd be up at night wondering if you were alive or dead, wishing that you'd just walk through the door."

"Now I have."

"Now's too late."

"There's someone else?"

"No."

"That kinda hurts..."

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"But what I felt for you, Cole, I can't find anymore."

She took a box from under her bed. She opened it and took the knife Cole had left her with the engagement ring still on it.

"You should take this."

"And do what?"

"Remember to hold on to whoever you give it to, next."

He put out his cigarette and walked to the door.

"Sasha...I'm s"

"Don't, Cole. Please."


K-Ness has been lynched. He was Cole Burns (Alignment: Neutral/Graves), killer with a broken heart.

Night 1 begins now.

Night 1

"Where the hell is the manager?" Joe asked the bartender.

"He's on his way, I swear."

"How long?"

"He said sit tight, have a couple drinks, he'd be here in a bit."

There was a knock on the door.

"That must be him." Joe said, sighing a bit under his mask.

Another knock.

"Why doesn't he use his key?" Ronnie asked.

"Cause he knows the ##### bag will open it for him."

A third knock, louder this time.

"So open it, ##### bag."


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"Say, buddy. Been waiting for"

Cole reached up and broke Joe's neck before he had a chance to react. A split second later, his knife flew through the air, engagement ring still attached, and right into Ronnie's heart. The former hostages ran screaming out of the bar and outside, a getaway driver peeled out.

"Been one ####y night for me" Cole told the bartender. "I just need a drink. Mind if I grab a bottle? I won't open it til I'm gone."

"Take it" the bartender replied, so relieved and terrified that he couldn't move.

Cole retrieved his knife from Ronnie's chest. He cleaned it on the dead man's jeans before noticing the gun in his hand. He took it. It was pretty, had a night weight to it. He almost smiled. "Sweet. Peace."


Zyxba and Vlad are dead. They were Ronnie and Joe (Alignment: Town), animals pretending to be other animals.

Vorlon is out of the game. He was Steve (Alignment: Town), their getaway driver.

Rokk Krinn is out of the game. He was Sasha (Alignment: Neutral), the one that got away.



K-Ness has won the game. He was still Cole Burns (Alignment: Neutral/Graves), right hand.

Good job, K-Ness. Though at the same time, good job, town, for finding the scummer on day one.