Re: Mafia: The Last Resort [T1: A Toast To Death]
08-27-2011, 08:03 PM
When the last of the stars makes its appearance in the inky sky, the guests are forced to conclude that they can leave it no longer. They must go to bed (or at least make a show of it) but first he must die.
Some discussion about how to achieve this ends with a noose being fashioned out of some drapes. The bravest in the group drag the victim to the highest balcony, with the rest of the guests trailing behind. It takes only a few minutes. Tied up as he is, the lynched man was in no position to struggle, and his neck is cleanly broken.
The following procedures were a little more time consuming. The dead man's room is ransacked, his every belonging examined. They find the walls to be covered in red writing, with ink bottles and nibs (both used and new) filling the majority of the space. A few try to read the contents, but recoil in overwhelming horror even as their eyes alight on the first word. Eventually they find a book with pages written on not ink but pencil. In contrast to the bizarre sprawling texts that surrounded him, the words are neatly written to form the diary of the recently deceased individual. It is from this that his purpose is gleaned.
AKillerCuppaTea was a Doctor and referred to himself as Archduke Helme T. Saviour. He was cursed to always be writing, although he never consciously chose the words he put into ink â indeed, he never even knew what it was that came from his pen. To everyone else, however, these words would be abhorrent to such an extent that they could never even approach if they saw him writing, to the extent that he enjoyed a stay in a mental asylum prior to his stay at the Last Resort. He intended to put this to good effect by writing outside of a chosen person's room at night to deter any unwanted guests. AKillerCuppaTea was Town aligned.
Everyone leaves a little disturbed: mostly because of the powerful protector they just lost, but also because of the lurking red words they leave behind them.
The Night phase has begun, and will end on 3 September at 9PM GMT. Please be prompt with any night actions you may have.
Some discussion about how to achieve this ends with a noose being fashioned out of some drapes. The bravest in the group drag the victim to the highest balcony, with the rest of the guests trailing behind. It takes only a few minutes. Tied up as he is, the lynched man was in no position to struggle, and his neck is cleanly broken.
The following procedures were a little more time consuming. The dead man's room is ransacked, his every belonging examined. They find the walls to be covered in red writing, with ink bottles and nibs (both used and new) filling the majority of the space. A few try to read the contents, but recoil in overwhelming horror even as their eyes alight on the first word. Eventually they find a book with pages written on not ink but pencil. In contrast to the bizarre sprawling texts that surrounded him, the words are neatly written to form the diary of the recently deceased individual. It is from this that his purpose is gleaned.
AKillerCuppaTea was a Doctor and referred to himself as Archduke Helme T. Saviour. He was cursed to always be writing, although he never consciously chose the words he put into ink â indeed, he never even knew what it was that came from his pen. To everyone else, however, these words would be abhorrent to such an extent that they could never even approach if they saw him writing, to the extent that he enjoyed a stay in a mental asylum prior to his stay at the Last Resort. He intended to put this to good effect by writing outside of a chosen person's room at night to deter any unwanted guests. AKillerCuppaTea was Town aligned.
Everyone leaves a little disturbed: mostly because of the powerful protector they just lost, but also because of the lurking red words they leave behind them.
The Night phase has begun, and will end on 3 September at 9PM GMT. Please be prompt with any night actions you may have.