Thread: DISCORSO MAFIOSO

It was a preposterous proposition.

"You can't lynch me!" screamed Think, "I'm the greatest asset to the fucking town! I own this city!" The rest of the town shared knowing glances about his werewolf talk and how great he was and rolled their eyes as they kicked the stool out from under him. After Think stopped thinking, he was cut down from the ceiling beam and the rest of the town quickly searched his body for his wallet, because he was so rich.

Why was he rich? Because not only was he Town-aligned, he was the fucking Infermiera, the Nurse of the town, capable of saving players from Mafia attacks in the night. Man, considering all the times KT. went to collect anti-sore cream, how many times sycld got his anti-retrovirals from Think and all the times Think slipped Vengeful Scars a little extra methadone under the table, the town would have known he was the fucking Doctor. Apparently not.

Now all that remains for the town is to root out the remaining three mafia members, not one of which has been picked. Those lucky bastards.

Everyone with night actions get them into me ASAP, because...

NIGHT 2 BEGINS