Posts from Mafia 60. Nonsense, mayhem, and a few artifacts. Auto-translated

Rudyy, answer the question. My randomness is stronger than your kung fu / your psychology.

You will need to roll the dice.

What's the point of spouting nonsense? Wouldn't it be better to observe the arguments and scandals from the sidelines?) Somehow, those who are too active often turn out to be the dark side.

Nonsense, especially when someone likes or dislikes something, provides information that is desperately needed. It's not better to observe from the sidelines, because more than half are inactive. And it's hard to understand who is playing – mafia or innocents. Not often, usually only 1-2 out of 8, and that's a normal ratio.

Arandor, the first two notes are very concise, making it difficult to determine the author. And the last one, as I suspect, was written by the Count. And although I have some assumptions, I don't think it's wise to voice them.
And if you're talking about Santa Claus, he doesn't favor people like me.

Okay, thanks.

I’m not even talking about all the active ones. It’s just that, as far as I know, it’s not so easy for factions to *maintain balance* in daily life. That’s why it either goes *overboard* or *falls short*. This probably doesn’t apply to good analysts.

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yes, whether you like it or not really does provide information; I completely agree.

The day is officially over.

Execute Drakkosha - 2 votes (Sub-Zero, Zubr).
Execute Pobeditel - 2 votes (Nebo, Rudyy).
NNV - 2 votes (Ment, Pobeditel).
Execute Ment - 1 vote (Gur).

Comrade Neyre, I remind you that votes must be highlighted in bold.

No one was executed. The newspaper will be out soon.

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Professionalism

Arandor was acting strangely. And Drakkoska wasn't acting at all.

Rudyy received expensive gifts from two influential people at once.

A strange person was hanging around the site of yesterday's tragedy with Nefela.

The black artificer worked all night again: both practically and analytically.

Rudyy and Arandor noticed people watching them, with varying degrees of suspicion.

A rough-looking man was following Nebo. He was casually strolling down a dark alley. Which would have been his downfall. Because the man had no morals; he was only interested in money. But, apparently, Nebo was a favorite of God. Or maybe the attacker just chose the wrong place for the assassination. After all, the street was dark, but it was still a central one. And as soon as the man drew his weapon, a brave guard in armor rushed at him. Since there was a direct threat to the citizen's life, he acted without thinking or asking questions. Even a small bush of the second version would envy his skill. The glint of the blade – and the failed assassin fell to the ground. Even rich combat experience did not save Kits Kitsunka from the defender of the law.

Announcements were posted again on the central square.

Reluctantly, my eyelids rose, awakened by the disgusting screams coming, as you might think, from where? Of course, from the window! It's some kind of obsession: "The Lynx is plotting! The Lynx is plotting! To the gallows! Let him take a walk on the plank! KARAMBA! Locken killed Kennedy!" Karcalion, a stupid bird. He listens to bazaar gossip and the drunken ramblings of old pirates, and then flies to me. As if I were to blame for something.
The meeting with Mr. Bison was first on the list. As always, friendly and cheerful, he greeted me with sponges on his hands. Hugging me, he patted my back and invited me to the bathroom. It should be noted that all the rooms in his house were bathrooms. I didn't hide the fact that the purpose of the visit was to find and confiscate something, but nothing was found. And it was clear from Bison that he wasn't hiding anything yet. After a pleasant conversation about pseudo-socialized sponges, we parted ways.
The patron's house was on the other side of the city. He was supposed to arrive yesterday, but couldn't, citing being busy. I had to drive through the whole city. The outskirts are not safe these days.
Finishing the last spoonful of porridge in my carriage, I heard a familiar cry. It was the Lynx, swearing like a sailor and acting aggressively. And all because the city guard broke into his house and arrested the predator. Later, I learned that a dozen Tommy guns, a bag of hostorins, and a photograph were found in his lair, showing him, arm in arm with Al Capone, drinking expensive whiskey. Who would have thought!
As planned, we talked with the Patron exclusively about the prospects of building a factory. He agreed with the need to build it and promised to pay for half of its cost. The other half was on me. Long live higher taxes!
It's been two hours since the hourglass wouldn't fit in my pocket, and I'm still stuck in traffic at the intersection of Apkina and Amkina streets. A local freethinker threw himself under the wheels of Monsieur Seno-Ple's carriage, a famous cigar merchant. He himself was unharmed. Oh, these freethinkers! With that, I bid you farewell, dear citizens. Take care of yourselves and your freethinkers.

Yesterday I was at Arandor's. There can't possibly be any interesting information for me, I'm just writing notes because I can. Only death will prevent me from walking around at night.
iCitizen

we will bring you to your knees in 4 days. Signed, the Mafia

I worked overtime today, so I gathered more information. Vish, Amko, and Sandro have the same status. Secretary, help determine the status if none of them die.
Pisaka.

Take care of yourselves and your Arandors. With that, I bid you farewell, dear citizens. I guarantee that the disappearance of Arandor is his doing. His tricks have long gone beyond all possible limits. As for the jeweler, he needs to be dealt with quickly and quietly. If even these thugs are afraid of them, what about ordinary peasants and citizens? Their growing numbers in recent years have even frightened the local organization of cats in boots. We need to discuss the possibility of building a factory for processing rebels and fanatics. A visit from the Patron is scheduled for today.
I hope the Countess didn't see these buffoons; she has such a weak heart, she shouldn't be upset. Seriously, I need to deal with these idlers, what am I paying them for? And how did the guard let them get to my estate, and even to my window? They ran away in fear. Throwing open the window, I threw a few cans of condensed milk at them, left over from the evening festivities, uh, reading Kant. Oats, zelenka, wood. They are always missing something. As if I were to blame for their problems. They decided to come to me. Maybe it's them. Strange sounds were clearly heard outside the window: "CO-CO-CO-CO! KUD-KUDAH! KUDAH-TAH-TAH!".
In any case, I must do everything possible to get my favorite back. Maybe it was yesterday's mademoiselles, whom I invited to drink green tea and read Kant? He is, of course, quite a rogue, but not a thief. And now who should I suspect, if not Stefan? He cost me a fortune. Besides, my favorite Arandor, the one in knight's armor, is missing. His arguments in favor of the expediency of using these technologies to increase the population of crows in our region seemed extremely unconvincing to me. Damn Stefan, I knew he was coming to my boudoir not to see the collection of Arandors. In the morning, I found a fifth iPhone in my bed. He tossed and turned, woke up, then couldn't fall asleep. But I had a difficult night. In the end, as my father said: "A rooster is not a man!" What are they trying to achieve? Who are they? What can roosters do? I don't even know why I'm so worried. Perhaps because of thoughts about the rooster unrest that has spread throughout the city. I slept very badly.

Hunting for artifacts:
Deliries
Nebo
Neira Drake
GoedenDag
Rudyy
Arandor
Ment
Amko
Drakkoska
Sub Zero
Wolfstet
Pobeditel
SanDRo_
Zybr
Ple-Sen
WishmasteR
Gur

No longer hunting:
Nefela
Kits Kitsunka

Generally, it's well done. Good job, Guard.

Excellent! The Mafia ran into a strong defense, and the maniac, for obvious reasons, was taking a break.

Kitz was a mercenary or adventurer, because the veteran has an ability that would leave another corpse. There’s no need to look for clues. x) No one died from poisoning, so we can think about yesterday’s blocks.

Kitsa Kitsa =( Why don’t you love me? Is it because I’m wet?

I don't see any blocked users right now.
But yesterday, it seems someone from the blocked list was actually a mafia member.
I'll believe Sandro's explanation about being busy in real life for now, so I'll postpone dealing with it until a better time. I need to sort out the three blocked users first.

Kitsune was a mercenary. It's stated that she had no moral principles and was only interested in money. A classic mercenary description.

Nebka didn't die again. Apparently, this is revenge for the previous game.

Kitz was a mercenary. It is stated that she had no moral principles and was only interested in money. A classic description of a mercenary.

This description also suits an adventurer, especially regarding morality. Besides, it makes more sense for them to kill, as they collect artifacts.