MURDERFIA: WOOP ZOOP IT'S CLOBBERING TIME

EVENT!!!

The infamous Dr. Steak. Sounds pretty badass, yeah? Nah, this poor dude was just a man doing a futile thing in a world of flying daggers and indiscriminate death. Dr. Steak cracked in the dead of night, and like any self-respecting Crook he drew his gun when the going got tough. The flinching was audible, if only because it punctuated the air as four other guns being cocked in unison and trained on the good doctor.

Steak just grinned a desperate grin, and dived out the nearest exit. Someone swore under their breath, and the rest of the Hollow chased him.

"Where'd he go?"

"Fuck."

BANG BANG BANG BANG

More swearing. More running. The four shades of the night congregate on a nightclub, shoving their way through the startled crowd who're fleeing the scene. The place is deserted other than Steak, clutching a still-smoking gun, and a warm body with four fresh vents bleeding at his feet.

"Shit," growls a Crook. He glances at his compatriots, who nod wordlessly. Such is the lawless law of the Crooks.

blam blam, blam blam.





Dragon Fogel has been killed by Garuru.

Dragon Fogel was No Children, by the Mountain Goats. He was a member of the nefarious Songfia. A spiteful, vindictive track with so little to lose it'd drag others down with it, he had the ability (once per game) to skip the next day phase and jump straight to the murder-fuelled night, gaining a bonus kill for his team in that second night. He could also sew one player to himself, dragging them to the grave when he went for no reason other than spite.

He was a MAFIA DAYSKIPPING SEAMSTRESS, and would have won when his-

A godawful shriek splits the night, a mechanical utterance incapable of being produced by man or beast on earth. The Crooks stumble out into the night again, now more of a greyish dawn incongruously lit up by a flaming wreckage coming screaming down from the heavens. The night mob dive for cover as it homes in on Dragon Fogel's resting spot, flattening the nightclub in a fiery explosion.

The nocturnals approach the wreckage, finding what looks like incinerated space junk. A satellite dragged from orbit. A zealous red light swings across a screen to glare at them, before it goes out for good.



Ixcaliber has GONE DOWN SWINGING with Dragon Fogel.

Ixcaliber was Satellite, by Rise Against - yet another track from Songfia. A track with equal and opposite fury to his killer's spite, his mission was to destroy the enemy like him from on high. He could redirect a meteorite onto some wrongdoer's head per day, and could perma-mason himself with another player at the beginning of the game.

He was a PERMAMASON DAYVIG, and would win when all enemies of the town were eliminated.

Which brings us back to the dude responsible. Let's hear it for Dr. Mastersson, ladies and gents.


Garuru has been CROOKSECUTED for wanton gunplay.

Garuru was Dr. Steak “Rob” Mastersson, doctor to the Crook's Hollow Mafia. He lacked the appetite for death like his fellow mafiosos, only dragged into it by the work history of his father (the one who named Steak after his favourite meal). Each day, he could head out after the nightly discussions and attend to a player, preventing their death for that day. Like all members of the Crook's Hollow Mafia, he carried a gun into nightly discussions and could shoot another player with it at the cost of his own life. Despite being a member of the mafia, the goal of the Crook's Hollow Mafia was to eliminate all Spies, and thus had a definition more in line with a town wincon.

He was a TOWN DAYDOCTOR CROOK and would win when all enemies of the town (and the CROOKS HOLLOW MAFIA) were eliminated.

Nightchat ends now. Malkytop has won the MEDAL. Nobody has been lynched. Daystart will begin when I've sorted out all the nightactions.