Night 4: The Best Laid Plans…

A lawful man was striding forward with confidence. He’d come a long way and had still further to go, but he was undaunted. As he continued, he came upon another with a weapon. Pausing, he wondered what exactly the weapon was. It was by no means overly large and the would-be assailant was spinning one in each hand. It was definitely a close-quarters weapon. As the lawman pondered why someone would bring a martial weapon to a gun fight, the other lunged and proceeded to inflict injury upon injury upon injury on the man. Bruises and abrasions started to blot out his face entirely to say nothing of his body which was obscured by clothing. As he crumpled, succumbing to his injuries, he realized that guns were not the only thing. As he lost consciousness, he could hear the other muttering something about a masterpiece.

The assailant continued for what seemed like an eternity, long past what should have finished the job. This work had to be perfect, had to be just so. Though the canvas was not as grand as he was used to, nothing but the best would suffice. As he was just about finished, he heard footsteps coming. Applying the finishing touches, he vanished almost into thin air, for the briefest of moments a flash of orange appeared near his head to a nearby onlooker. The newcomer looked down at the body, the mass of pulp. He could identify who it was, but that was it. The injuries and crush wounds were beyond even his skill. Frustrated, he walked away.

Elsewhere, a furtive man was hosting a young lady. Though he was hosting, he paid far more attention to his work to the point that it aggravated her severely. He was supposed to be keeping her safe. He was supposed to do a great many things. Discreetly, she took matters into her own hands. She refilled his tea mug and announced her intention to retire for the evening. He waved half-heartedly. There were other more important things to deal with though they may not have been based in reality. He would not wake up in the morning and that was reality.

A furtive man kept glancing over his shoulder. He was acutely aware that he was being followed and that someone wanted the precious item he had just acquired. So close. He was so close. As he reached his own sanctuary, he smiled. His careful attention to detail had meant that no one followed him. His search would continue later, but for now he was safe.
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The Darkstone is dead. He was The Discovery Process, a combination of Eliot Ness and Ulysses by James Joyce. He was town.

JohannaMason is dead. She was Grass is Greener?, a combination of Karl Marx and Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins. She was town.

With 11 players, 6 is majority. You have 24 hours.

Can I say I told you so? :: sigh::

Yeesh. 11 people left. No Mafia dead. Only one Neutral.

The Mafia can probably vote us off one by one now.

Also, perhaps symbolic that we lost Elliot Ness.

Anything exciting in your night?

I got an outdated note passed to me telling me Renegade Roy has a kill power. Crucial information about someone we'd just lynched.

My instincts have been completely off this game.

I wonder if this was the "gift" that I opened the night before and was not told what it was.

If this is true, he was the serial killer (duh) and also should be the shooting deaths. Which makes the bludgeonings mafia. If you go back and read through the kills there's a couple of shots and a couple of bludgeonings.

Ignatz, did you ever claim your book?

The note I got didn't have anything to do with a gift.

That and I opened a gift last night...nothing of note. I'm guessing it's one of the neutral's win conditions to have people open the gift.

I take it Ignatz killed again last night.

I think we lynched the serial killer last phase, but I am pretty sure everyone figured that out.

I'm going to provide my claim since I am the last to name myself: Thought Experiment: Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings, Immanuel Kant.

I'm thinking that the mafia has some kind of art connection.

Well, we all do. We're all books.

We still had two deaths though.

The first sounds like Bruce Lee.

And the second appears to be Ignatz killing Johanna.

I think, at this point, we can conclude that Ignatz was killing one of the claimed RTers. RenegadeRoy's false claim, conflicting info (I pointed this out at the end of the thread yesterday), etc. makes him look SK-ish. On the other hand, I could see a duo, and have one of the kills look like a vig instead of an SK.

Ignatz claimed vig already, copping to a goof with vlad.

Part of me still wants to avenge that death anyway.