Posts from Mafia 24. Spy Paranoia Auto-translated

a male duel, without aggressive women?) Well, yes, it's a pity to kill them.

Okay, let's leave everything for tonight. NNC.

come on, NNC

Who tried to kill me, huh? Werewolf, is that you?

What, are you afraid of me? Yes, Arandor?
NNV, of course.

No, I'm just looking for people who are capable of doing something like that.

No, I'm just looking for people who are capable of doing something like that.

Something like what? Sacrilege? Desecration of graves? Stealing lollipops from children?

Attempted assassination.

So, only an attempt on the life of the great Arandor can be considered murder, while everyone else died of natural causes? Or perhaps they committed suicide?

Why did you come to that conclusion? Where is the logic? Someone tried to kill me, and I asked who wanted to do it. Where did all the rest come from, and most importantly, why write it? I don't understand what the difficulty is with the question. Kotei answered right away.

No, I'm just looking for people who are capable of doing something like this.

No, this is actually a very simple question. Twenty people have been destroying each other for two weeks, and then you show up, all in white, strike a dramatic pose, and ask: "WHO could have done SOMETHING LIKE THIS??"

Why write this?

Now that's a more serious question. And indeed, why write anything in a mafia-themed thread? Maybe just to pad out the post count? I, for example, am just amusing myself this way, and you?

Let the others kill each other; I don't care. But before this, no one seemed to try to kill me (at least it didn't get to the point where I had to defend myself), but now they did, so I asked who did it. After all, you can ask that, right? If the word "similar" bothered you, you can replace it with "wanted to kill me." Is that clearer? The question was about me, not about everyone. It would be silly to think otherwise.

I, for example, have fun this way, and you?

I have fun differently.
And I don't understand why you're generalizing the whole topic when I only wrote about your post.

Let's have some fun! ^_^

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The Sixth Night!

There was nowhere to retreat. No agreements, no truce. Death was reaping its last harvest...
Arandor sat quietly and peacefully in his room, as he had in the previous nights, when the entrance door was suddenly ripped off its hinges, and a spy rolled into the room. Ignoring the room's owner, who had pressed himself against the wall, the spy got up, drew a knife, and rushed at the opponent who had entered the room. The second spy smirked and, gracefully dodging, hit his rival on the head with a metal chair. Koteiko fell to his knees and dropped the knife. He knew that he no longer had a chance to get up. A distinct click of the trigger was heard, followed by a shot. A bullet fired from a personalized pistol blew half of the spy's skull off. Werevolka, pleased with the job done, was about to hide the weapon, but then her attention was drawn to some movement in the corner. Arandor, whom everyone had so conveniently forgotten, waited for the outcome and was now aiming at the back of the winner. The silence that had just settled on the base was broken by the sound of four shots...
Arandor leaned against the wall and tilted his head back. He had done it. He had become the best... Or not? A thin trickle of blood flowed from the spy's mouth, and then he clumsily fell to his side. Werevolka slowly, still not believing what had happened, got up from the floor. All opponents were dead. Now, absolutely all of them...
The lights suddenly turned on sharply in the base, and all systems were activated. The speakers crackled, and then a loud bass voice spoke:
- Excellent! We have a winner! Werevolka - you are the best spy ever trained at this base! But don't relax - the real work is yet to come! We will always find an impossible task for the best spy! All for the victory over Kra...
The voice suddenly fell silent, and the sound of a siren echoed throughout the base. The speakers began to transmit an alarm signal in a mechanical voice: "Alarm! Alarm! Alarm! Green spies are on the base! Repeat! Green spies are on the base!..."

My own comments and log will be posted later.

Congratulations, Vervokla-beetroot! Glad that Arandor didn't win.