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Mafia 49. Monday starts on Saturday.Auto-translated
Once again, the employees of the Institute of Magic and Wizardry gathered in the conference room to take decisive action. Having recovered from the series of tragic events of the past day, they finally decided to banish Arandor from the institute. In the heat of the discussion, almost no one noticed how, in a remote corner, some suspicious person beckoned a brownie and a ghoul, and was animatedly telling them something. They looked very impressed by the stranger's words. Suddenly, without waiting for a general vote, a familiar, tall man stood up from behind the table. "How long must this go on!?" he said irritably. "This Trio has been leading us around by the nose for days, and we still haven't dealt with any of them! They are probably planning something today to prolong the confrontation and harm more honest employees!" With these words, Khunta approached the suspect and glared at him menacingly. He panicked: "Christobal, mon ami! You must remember me, we worked together!" "I never worked with you, charlatan!" Khunta was unwavering. Suddenly, he drew a rapier from his cane, as if he had been saving it for this very occasion, and pierced Arandor with it. Those around were somewhat stunned - although they knew that the enforcer had been a Grand Inquisitor in the past, and deep down they understood him, their attitude towards him had changed somewhat.
Solovetsky Herald, Issue 4. The Revenge of the Trio
Drakkosha was pleasantly surprised tonight: a person who had recently saved her life kept her company again. However, as it turned out, his visit was unnecessary: the office was quiet all night.
Strange "fairy tale" hallucinations interfered with Goomer's sleep this time. In addition, after that, a person visited him, carefully examining Goomer during the conversation, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
A large man in oriental clothes blocked the exit from the office of What? He did not resist and remained in the room, looking at the door with apprehension.
Meanwhile, one of the famous mages, sitting in his laboratory, was planning something risky. Making sure that no one was bothering him, he went to the place where, according to his information, the office of Wulfgar was located. More precisely, the mage was almost certain that the office did not actually belong to Wulfgar, and that it was not even an office at all, but a hideout of one of the members of the Trio... Entering the room, he realized that he was not mistaken. "So, it was you who killed Tox and Spir?" he angrily addressed the criminal. The latter had nothing to answer - he clearly did not expect such a visit and was not used to acting openly. The mage immediately sent a fireball at the scoundrel and disappeared. It is unknown what the deceased's musical preferences were, but a record brought from Moscow was found on his desk.
However, this night was not without tragic events for the institute. The killer with a dagger was eliminated, but a new criminal was sent to carry out the deed. His victim was Plesen. Waiting for the right moment, he crept up to the victim and pressed a pistol to her temple. "For the murder of a scientific consultant, you are sentenced to death!" Plesen heard and immediately reached for his cane-sword, realizing that he would hardly be able to do anything, and regretting the time and money spent... A shot interrupted his attempt.
The lone wolf killer, who has been raging for several days now, also made himself known today. The door was broken... no, not to the office, but to the vivarium, where the body of Gur was found, killed by a lightning strike. Although he was removed from his position after yesterday's events, the deceased did not want to leave his usual place of work. Strangely, a drawing of Mickey Mouse was clearly visible on the wall at the entrance, which no one had noticed there before.
Notice Board.
Gentlemen, please forgive my excessive cowardice, but last night, instead of killing, I decided to protect myself by concentrating energy, because I felt that this night might be my last. I'm sorry that I miscalculated, trying to jump above my head. Tonight, I will still try to kill a mafia member, hoping not to be blocked. A cowardly and useless great mage.
Let's hang Gumer. At night, we'll take out Lizardman – I don't trust him. We need to try and figure out his mana.
Someone, comfort me. We have good chances of winning, but everything is still very depressing.
Korneev, I asked Lizardman about it later, Gumer is definitely not useful to us. Okay, never mind.
Plesen, I posthumously award you the turnip. I worried for nothing. But you did well.
I won't go into details about the end-game, it's all obvious anyway.
Janus. Ment, killed. Kamnoedov. GodenDag, killed. Kivrin. Not Kosha, not Gumer, not Lordik, not The Awe, not Neyra. Khunta. Plesen, killed. Giacomo. Not Gumer, not What?. Odin. Not Arandor, not Wulfgar, not Gumer. Merlin. Tox, killed. Redkin. Lorelei, killed. Oyra-Oyra. Not Nefela, not Ment, not Kosha, not The Awe, not Gumer, not Lordik, not What?. Privalov. Sivvi, killed. Amperyan. Spir, R.I.P. Korneev. Not Gumer. Tikhon. Not Wulfgar, not Kosha, not The Awe, not Arandor, not Gumer, not Lordik. Vurdalak. Gur, killed.
Vunyukov. Gumer. Farfurkis. Rudolf. Wulfgar, killed. Vybeghallo. Arandor, killed. Ifrit. Not Kosha, not Lordik, not The Awe, not What?.
Djinn. Not Kosha, not The Awe, not Gumer, not Lordik, not Neyra, not What?.
Execute Gumer It's a pity for him, but nothing can be done A drawing of Mickey Mouse... I need to think.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения! И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
We are now executing Humer. There are no more voice-changing gadgets left, so we will drown him as a whole city. We will leave at night at 6:2:1. We have a doctor (1), a suicide protector (1), a city marksman (1), a redirector (1), a decoy (1), and a crowd in the form of an investigator (1). They have a blocker (1), a crowd in the form of an investigator (1), and two ordinary killers. Plus, a maniac playing for the Mafia (1). If we correctly identify the circle of suspects that we will attack at night, victory will be within reach. Regarding the suspects, I am 95% sure that Lizard is a Mafia member. As for Thor, I don't know if he is leading us astray or telling the truth, but I suspect him. We should not forget that the fifth Mafia member and the maniac can blend in with the crowd, taking advantage of the circus that the other Mafia members have created.
Shield? Koша, the city will definitely win. %) And I'm telling the truth.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
Toriyka, if you do something to help us win during the day, then yes.
The candidates for the genie role are Nefela, Toriyka, and maskharah. I'm excluding Lizard – he's mafia. My suspicions are directed towards the second and third players. Especially the third one; he's a complete unknown. Korneev, direct maskharah to target Lizard tonight, unless they both don't tell us anything interesting during the day.