Posts from Mafia 24. Spy Paranoia Auto-translated

CTD .

Claims to be objective, approved and re-approved, and so on.

> playing like a maniac?
> fighting against oneself. Today, everyone will feel this... firsthand!
> I think Hostor is trying to show us the psychology of playing like a maniac. Playing on the edge, a constant feeling of danger, draaaive!))
> playing with nerves.
> you are a maniac, you have to kill. everyone is against you. killing is dangerous because you can die from retaliation. but if you don't kill, you will be killed. in my opinion, it's atmospheric =)
> that's the essence of this game... I guess.
> those who are not afraid and kill will get bonuses, and those who don't kill will be encouraged to do so by the Host.

Have fun, come up with funny clues! Nothing limits your imagination.

think about how to survive, not "WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT NIGHT?!"
> if you don't unite in any way, Arandor will definitely win the game, he knows how to do it. do you think you are lone wolves? yes! but a lone wolf is on his own, he is vulnerable, he is helpless, he is trembling for his life. play at least in pairs, and your chances of survival will increase!

this was a repost at the request of the workers

if you don't somehow unite, Arandor will definitely win the game.

Do you even believe that yourself?)) If I won once (and even because of a bug) out of 23 times, does that give me a chance to always win?

Please excuse us. Due to a severe bout of FGM and other unpleasant events affecting the GM, the newspaper will be delayed until tomorrow. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

So, what shall we do?

Slonysh stood thoughtfully before the huge rows of shelves in the library. "The Art of Knife Fighting," "Shotgun: Kill Me Gently," "Feather Pillow - a Silent Killer," "Pancor Jackhammer - Live Life to the Fullest!," "Bozar: How I Met My Love," "Karaoke - Murder with Particular Cruelty"...

Slonysh's trunk drooped. It was all too complicated and too bloody. Gradually, Slonysh made his way to the far shelf with the inscription "Video Tutorials." After rummaging around, the little elephant pulled out an old video cassette, on which a casual observer might be able to make out the inscription from under the trunk: "...meaning of life."
Chuckling foolishly, Slonysh hurried to his room. There, he had an old VCR hidden in his freezer... :smile43:

Morning stood thoughtfully before the huge rows of shelves in the library. "The Art of Knife Fighting," "Shotgun: Kill Me Gently," "Feather Pillow - A Silent Killer," "Pancor Jackhammer - Live Life to the Fullest!," "Bozar: How I Met My Love," "Karaoke - Murder with Particular Cruelty"...

His gaze drooped. It was all too complicated and too bloody. Gradually, Morning made his way to the far shelf with the inscription "Video Tutorials." After rummaging around, he pulled out an old video cassette, on which a casual observer might be able to make out the inscription from under the dust: "...hot holes 5."
Smiling conspiratorially, Morning hurried to his room. There, he had an old VCR hidden in his freezer...

Two cheerful pink baby elephants burst out of room number **, and, skillfully grabbing onto each other with their trunks and swinging from the doorframe, disappeared into the radio room, from where a muffled voice could be heard: "..Kilimanjaro!"

Agent 007, or rather, W, grimaced as if suffering from a severe toothache, standing in the library by the bookshelf containing the personal files of the internal intelligence department. His hands instinctively rummaged through the boxes, searching for the dossier he needed.
- Why are you looking for something starting with the letter A when you need something starting with the letter W? – a familiar, almost painful voice echoed in his head. Double W grimaced again and scratched his right ear.
- You're not here.
- Then you're not here either. And those pink elephants floating in the air aren't here either.
- The elephants are here.
- Well, you're an idiot.
Meanwhile, the agent found the folder he was looking for, which had the inscription: "Top Secret. Burn before reading" on the cover. With a conspiratorial smirk, he stuffed it under his jacket and headed to his ward... uh... compartment, where a cherished bottle of valerian... uh... whiskey was hidden in an old-fashioned refrigerator.

The elephant lowered its trunk from the chandelier. In its trunk, of course, was a camera for microphotography and binoculars with 50x magnification. It carefully waved its trunk over the folder that spy 007/W was carrying and deciphered the inscription on it completely, including the small print: "How to mix whiskey with vodka and how much champagne should be added. Top secret. Burn after reading."

The elephant turned pale, staggered, and almost fell down. He had never encountered assassins of such a high caliber before...

The Third Night!

The spies, having somewhat forgotten about their problems, amused themselves as best they could: some watched tutorials on whatever-it-was using a video recorder kept in the freezer, some chased cats that had appeared at the base somehow through the corridor, someone called for their mother and tried to hang themselves with a tie...
However, all fun ceased when the body of Ta Kotoraya... was found. Lately, she had been too quiet, not leaving her private room and communicating with no one. And when several friendly-minded spies decided to visit her, something terrible was discovered. Everything in the room had been overturned, and Ta Kotoraya... herself looked as if she had been beaten by several particularly angry and hungry heavies...
However, this was only the first of the horrific discoveries... In a small greenhouse, they found Happy Girl, tied to a cactus. The poor thing died from pain shock, which greatly upset the lovers of bloody slaughters. Who could have killed this spy, who always radiated happiness—that is the main question remaining unanswered...
...In the gym opposite the infamous greenhouse, the corpse of Котейко was found. To experienced spies (i.e., everyone without exception), it was immediately obvious that the now-deceased had been lying in ambush—of course, people don't just put nightlight curtains over their heads for no reason! But Котейко apparently overestimated his strength, which is why he was slain. According to a cursory complex of biochemical analyses performed "by eye," death occurred from poisoning by a strong animal venom.
Making his way to Нэйра's room, ~username~ hardly expected to fall into a trap to find her dead. Out of fear, ~username~ had a meltdown, which immediately drew all the living spies. What saved ~username~ from instant death was that the murder weapon—strings (instant observations and conclusions are the lot of spies)—was not present with him. When the light in the room was turned on, one detail caught their attention—an open book with the barely legible title "Sonnets" lay on Нэйра's face.
The last murder took place in the warehouse—someone dropped a huge box labeled "Physical Evidence" onto Слоныш. And while she might have survived the blow from the crate, the meeting of her head with the Boot-that-was-thrown-at-Bush immediately settled all questions of life and death...

Concerned by the new series of murders, the spies gathered again in the command post hall. Suddenly! something popped in the center of the room—and a Soldier appeared before the survivors. His hands gripped a rocket launcher, and his eyes darted frantically in search of an optimal aiming point. "All spies are spies, which means they are RED spies!"—this was the only thought his brain generated. Had the Soldier possessed a shotgun, his head would have burst from deciding "Who to shoot first?!", but the bazooka allowed him not to worry about that. The target was acquired, a malicious smirk appeared on his lips, and his finger slowly bent, pressing the trigger... A second before the shot, a crack sounded behind the Soldier's back. Frightened Avoiding a sudden attack, the Soldier lowered the rocket launcher and grabbed a shotgun with his left hand... But he didn't remove his finger from the trigger... An incredibly beautiful rocket jump delivered the Soldier to the ceiling, where the soldier accidentally got tangled in communication wires and died of electrocution. When the smoke cleared, Sunny! stepped out toward the spies, confidently keeping his head on his shoulders...

Living spies:
Sunny!
Arandor
Thorium
Morning
Вегтам
Зедзи
Werevolka
MedjersoN
Unlucky spies:
Aziral`
Zybr
Слоныш
Happy Girl
Котейко
Нэйра Дрейк
Hermit
Ta Kotoraya...

The third day begins!

Looks like they stitched his head back on.
Who killed me?

Torii wasn't wrong when he said the GM had a thing for girls. The guys decided to get rid of them.

Sunny, look for the killer based on the clues. And yes, the prophecy came true.

Toriy was right to say that the GM has a thing for girls. The guys decided to get rid of them.

True =\

Thorium is clever, he tricked the assassins into killing the girls instead of him) although I'm not happy about the killings. I will personally investigate one of the crimes, and all suspects will be eliminated.

P.S. I know who killed Amku. *cough*

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Thorium, what is that on your avatar?