Posts from Mafia 33. The American Dream

Role assigned

Got the role, thanks, Lizardik, for waiting (:

received.

disappointed. I'm tired of waiting and not playing for 3-4 games now... complete nonsense.
Even though I said I would play all the games... they could have at least given us a number...

Role assigned.
Regarding whether it's a "clone or not," we should simply ask the Creator to restore the IP address tracking feature.

He has been assigned a role.
Regarding whether it's a "clone or not," we should simply ask the Creator to restore the IP lookup feature.

I agree, which is what I wrote to the creator, but not only about that.

As darkness fell, the evening wind gradually subsided, no longer daring to penetrate the clothes of passersby. Few of the townspeople realized that this wind had brought changes to their measured lives. In the distance, the lights of the runway flickered.

All roles have been confirmed, the first night begins.

Tonight, the starry sky was especially clear, giving passersby a chance to enjoy the wonders of creation. Several people who had recently arrived stood under this celestial dome.
- Truly great is Allah, who created all this. These mountains and deserts surrounding the city are like our home. So why do infidels continue to defile them with their presence? Enough is enough, brothers. We must act. This is our way!
<...>

Leaving her suitcase at the entrance, Lieutenant Eva entered her new apartment, if it could be called that. Trying not to make too much noise, she carefully stepped over piles of papers, burned CDs, and other junk, generously seasoned with layers of dust. All this reminded her of an astronaut's landing on the moon. But finally reaching the sofa, she wearily collapsed onto it, and the rusty springs immediately betrayed the apartment's previous owner with their creaking sound.
- Damn it, this place is a real den! – Eva cursed.
However, half an hour later, she was sitting at her laptop, intently studying the dossier of one of the city's residents. Work is more important than comfort; perhaps she would have to admit that.
<...>

Arandor walked down the street when two figures in cloaks suddenly approached him. They handed him a wad of cash and a note. Arandor only nodded absentmindedly in response.
The evening was beautiful. Kits-kitsunka was drinking tea on her veranda as usual, chatting casually on the phone. After laughing heartily with her friend, she glanced into the mirror and saw a silhouette there. When she turned around in fright, no one was visible anymore. However, during the night, she heard some rustling sounds, which led her to believe that someone had been walking around her house.
A different situation for Morning: today, a stranger came to visit him and inquired about his affairs, claiming he was sent by a mutual acquaintance. Morning didn't pay much attention and is now relaxing in the living room with a glass of whiskey.
Prince Omega was slightly annoyed today because he was summoned to the police station for some reason.
A guy wearing a "Matrix" t-shirt spent all night playing online games. It seems he doesn't have many other activities and needs to gain experience points for his character.
Meanwhile, a girl in an elegant evening dress was having a much better time: sitting in an expensive restaurant with a charming companion. A pleasant conversation ensued, during which the man inadvertently mentioned something. The girl choked on her wine in surprise at that moment.

Neira Drake finished dinner as usual and was about to go for an evening walk in the park when someone knocked on the door. “Unexpected, but maybe these are my secret admirers? Or friends brought a cake? Cherry, yes, definitely.” – Neira thought and ran to open it. However, what she saw on the doorstep bore little resemblance to a cake.
- Hello, dear lady, would you like to buy a hamster? – said the promoter without delay, looking like a typical office worker, - Only this evening, if you buy one hamster, you get a brush for increasing its fluffiness for free!
- Um, no thanks, I already have a brush, so your promotion is pointless.
- Wait, there's more! I haven't told you yet; this is a rare breed called "Isusius Hamster." It can walk on water and make pilgrimages to the salad bowl!
- Listen, if you don't leave now, your head will be making a pilgrimage to the nearest trash can.
- I appreciate your wit, so I'm willing to offer a 10% discount, but only tonight! Would you like to take a look at the hamster?
- No.
- But he's so cute!
- No!
- Just take a look! – The man took a fluffy ball out of his basket, - Isn't he adorable?
- OH MY GOD!!! – Neira seemed stunned at that moment.
- Don't be afraid, take him; he doesn't bite!
- OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!! – Neira was screaming piercingly when the salesman turned around and saw a man in a black mask with an automatic weapon in his hands. Silence fell, broken by the words of the newcomer.
- God is not yours. God is mine!
The salesman jumped aside because, in the next second, the entire wall of the house was riddled with machine-gun fire. The man kept shooting until the magazine was empty, then ran away.
The girl would have remained lying there if another person hadn't run up to her a minute later. He lifted her hand, from which blood was already dripping onto the stairs, and checked her pulse. Fortunately, it was still there.
- Hamster… is that you? – Neira whispered.
- No, I'm cake. Everything will be alright. – Hearing this, the girl closed her eyes.
Without wasting time, the man gave her an emergency injection, picked up her body, and rushed to the car, then straight to the hospital. He walked back and forth along the door of the operating room until the surgeon finally came out. A question followed immediately.
- Will she live?
- Yes, moreover, I should say that the bullets did not hit any vital organs. We removed two from her shoulder and arm, so I think she will recover soon. She just has a severe shock.
- Excellent. Then my job is done.
- Yes, friend, you did a great job. I advise you to go to the police now.
- Understood.
The doctor was already at the police station when he noticed a flyer on the bulletin board with the inscription "WANTED."



Jarman Kell – mercenary of the liberation army, probably the best shooter in the entire Middle East. It doesn't matter who they are; what matters is that everyone pays.
Nd
1) accurate shot: murder, weapon - sniper rifle
Features
- Remote attack - ??
- Professionalism - ??
Hidden features: unknown
Status: unreliable / stateless


There was also a single note posted on the board:
“Mad hamsters: they came, they saw, they ate… And MULTIPLIED!”

Alive:

1. Neira Drake
2. WishmasteR
3. Prince_OMEGA
4. WisTrit
5. Werevolka
6. L.Depravado
7. Kits Kitsunka
8. Lord_de_Sat
9. Arandor
10. Thorium
11. Ple-Sen
12. Hermit
13. Loreley
14. Morning
15. Nebo
16. Reinhard
17. RiMpel2
    

Artza clearly bribed someone wealthy. Someone was following Kitz, maybe even the mafia or a man. Or someone tried to kill her, but the attempt failed. I don't know who came to see me, maybe it was some cop. Omega was taken to the psychiatric ward. The hacker was inactive; it's unclear who the journalist was targeting. She probably extracted some secret information. Did a doctor save Neiku?

Added 2 minutes later
I don't see the girl, the loner, the biker, or the prosecutor. Although the latter might have been defending Kitzunka.

Has the strategic move of using a Doctor in the first turn become a tradition?

Good job, doc.

Yeah, it's not very clear with the Necromancers. Which ones were there, and which ones weren't. But at least we found out about one enemy.

I think the prosecutor was defending Morny, while Omega was checked by a patrol.

Perhaps Kitz had a girl visiting, while Morny was still protecting the prosecutor.

Features
- Ranged attack - ??
- Professionalism - ??

The first probably allows him to not leave any clues, and the second breaks through the prosecutor's defense. IMHO. Or vice versa.

Everyone should take note!

Well, the actions have already been described in detail. As for the rest of the newspaper: The hamsters seem like a red herring, considering the announcement. But if everything is really as it seems, then writing about a red herring is quite strange for the Mafia. Another red herring, I think, is the cake, or perhaps "god" and "jesus." That's about it.

But the murder didn't happen, which means there's no evidence from the GM. Right? There might be a planted clue, or maybe it's just a strangely worded description. The same was true in Nebovskaya.