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

It seems the mafia are casting their votes. Well, then let's execute Ment.

They started to log out when the daily time was up, and I had already said goodbye to everyone.

Whoever counts the votes gets a pie.

The day will end when the Mage Guild says so. ;) And the Mage Guild loves drama. ///Actually, the Mage Guild is just busy counting votes and writing up punishments right now. Wait another 20 minutes; I think you'll get more enjoyment out of this day then. =)///

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Amko, give me a pie. :3

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They started to dismiss me when the day was already over, and I had already said goodbye to everyone.

I can bring it back. It just comes out roughly and unintentionally. My overall level of socialization is decreasing. People in the Mafia chat have already gotten their share, well, you know.
Damn, then one more: what's your attitude towards the circulation of Arandors in nature, and why? This is a defining question.

Amko, give me a pie. :3

No, that's already your job.

What's your take on the circulation of Arandoms in nature?

Ah, that's what the note was about. Actually, the circulation of Arandoms is something I'm quite knowledgeable about.

Execute Ment - 9 (Haven, Drakoshka, Gur, Plesen, GodenDag, Sub Zero, Neyra Drake, Vishmaster, Winner);
Execute Drakoshka - 2 (Ment, Zubr);
Execute Delirias - 1 (Amko).

9 votes are required for execution.

Okay, the story is over. The day is over. To execute Ment - 9 votes (Haven, Drakkosha, Gur, Plesen, GodenDag, Sub Zero, Neyra Drake, Vishmaster, Winner). To execute Drakkosha - 2 votes (Ment, Zubr). To execute Delirias - 1 vote (Amko). 9 votes are needed for an execution. The execution of **Ment** was a major inconvenience for the townspeople, but at the same time, a huge relief. The third night begins. The more neutral players, the better. Plesen. Another day of "cast a vote and leave" - and you will be replaced.

Sandro, writing is prohibited at night. I'll let it slide this time, but remember that in the future. =)
Thanks, but my nights are quite short. x)
Moderators, can you move Sandro's post to the deleted section?

I categorize people, lives, and posts.

Revenge

Vishmaster and Nebo have become the subject of interest for two intriguing individuals.

The body of Kits, buried in a neglected grave, was exhumed and examined by someone.

Wolfstet was nowhere to be seen in the city.

Amko was pleased with his new, fashionable outfit.

Someone decided to change their documents. Now, instead of Plesena, this person is called Nephela.

Wolfstet decided to take a break from her arduous duties. While leaving her place of rest late at night, she was attacked. Her relaxed state and lack of equipment made Wolfstet an easy target. She would have been better off choosing 10 Moscow boulevards as her walking route. After Wolfstet fell to the ground, the attacker dragged her into a dark alley and thoroughly searched her.

Announcements were once again seen in the city square.

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

I lingered today with Neyra, she treated me to melons. She has the same status as the previous guests.
Pisaka iz Polskii gazeta
P.S. Podarite 4oto

I'm a guy with an apple, I don't want to waste my DD on peaceful people, I want to walk around at night, waiting for the end of the game, when my currently useless ND can potentially do something for us. If anyone hasn't figured it out, I was with Ruddy. Graf, thanks for the goodies, let's have more.
iCitizen

Don't hate your enemies. Emotions interfere with thinking.

We'll take you down in 3 days. Signed, the Mafia

The morning spoke Italian and promised me a hard day. Confirmation of its words was a red brick that flew into the window and fell near my foot while I was calmly gluing the frigate of the highly respected Monsieur de Bougainville: "Death to the king! Down with the bourgeoisie! Viva la revolucion! Evanescence is pop!" Okay, there are roosters, but this is just too much. Allowing the riffraff from the young Maoists club – extremists – into aristocratic estates. I'll have to spend money and hire cats in boots. Otherwise, the guards are useless. And they also demand a ping-pong table and a sauna on Thursdays. Lazybones. And why do all the weirdos come to me? As if I were to blame for something.
The second blow of fate lurked behind the lips of the maid. She told me that my beloved youngest daughter, seventeen years old, still a child, ran away with some Milanese fencing master. Where and why, the maid did not know, and from the note left by her daughter, it was clear that they had gone somewhere north. She apologized and assured me that she would visit me in the future. If I were a freedom-loving person, I would immediately go in search of her, but she chose her own path. It's good that it wasn't with a shoemaker or a gardener. I will miss her bright face and wonderful stories about the underworld, baroque, and blacksmithing. Ah, what a wonder she was. Sad.
The evening game of Go was going well. I was winning and for a moment I thought that the troubles were over and everything was fine. But no! I was wrong! Someone knocked on Mr. Mussar's door, and when the servant went to open it, she burst in and pinned him down with her weight. The guard broke in, rudely knocked us to the floor, and then shoved my face into a salad bowl that was on the floor and intended for the dog. Apparently, due to the abundance of vegetables and mayonnaise, my cries about who I was and what I was doing were unintelligible. Fortunately, I was quickly identified and they hastened to apologize, offering to wipe my face with a towel. Mr. Mussar was less fortunate. He was accused of the collapse of the Twin Towers, crab farming, stagflation, and the extinction of the clovs, and was executed in the evening. Whether he was involved in any of these affairs, I did not know for sure, but I managed to take something from him and give it to someone.

Hunting for artifacts:
Deliries
Nebo
Nephela
Neyra Drake
GoedenDag
Ruddy
Arandor
Amko
Drakkoska
Sub Zero
Pobeditel
SanDRo_
Zybr
WishmasteR
Gur

No longer hunting:
Ment
Kits Kitsunka
Wolfstet
Ple-Sen

Silly notes.

Oh my god, so much nonsense, so many notes O_o. I'm not going to read this!

Guys, there's been a bit of a mix-up...
One of the characters is supposed to have an artifact, but they didn't get it due to my mistake. However, I can't give it to them because I might offend the current owner of that artifact.
So, I'm activating "Enchanter Mode" and duplicating the artifact, giving a copy to the character who was supposed to have it.
I hope this won't significantly disrupt the balance.
I apologize for the inconvenience...