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Posts from Мафия 39. Piece of emptiness for the small December.
I've read your arguments... Jack may be Mafia, but he's making a valid point. You can call me a Bio-fanatic, a drug addict, or whatever you want, but I'm voting for Rimpel's execution because I agree that there are only two Mafia members left, and I can't imagine how we'll deal with the overpowered maniac later. I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out that none of the clues in this game were correctly deciphered. Thorium and Tox style is carrying the game.
OH, HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? BUT YOU'RE THE GAME MASTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'LL RUIN THE GAME. COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? LET'S ACCUSE SOMEONE OF BEING THE MAFIA.
... the floor was littered with shell casings. The sturdy table he was hiding behind was riddled with bullets. Ignoring the screams of people around him, he loaded another magazine into his weapon. A sinister, hoarse cry in an incomprehensible language rang out, sending shivers down his spine. But there was no time to hesitate; he prepared himself and jumped out from behind cover, dodging a hail of bullets...
WishmasteR couldn't leave his house tonight; something happened to the door. Something bright flashed in Morning's house, after which the owner ran outside, covering his eyes with his hands and screaming in pain. It's time to put an end to this. Xostor stood at the edge of the field, waiting for him; he was clearly confident in his shooting skills. Gunshots rang out. Everything will be decided now.