Re: Mafia: The Last Resort [D6: Explosive Revelations]
11-17-2011, 11:13 PM
Let us whirl back through time to a point when Mirdini was at soft lynch.
The moment even this small milestone had been reached, a ripple of anger passed through the crowd. Ideas of democracy and fairness burnt away in an instant within this fiery rage. Values, hopes, individual thoughts: all of them were flung aside as feelings peaked, and everyone swarmed forward onto the unfortunate.
The mob does not even think of the noose. Instead they only sought to kill, with whatever was closest. After a few minutes of screams, confusion and one sided brawling someone retrieves an ancient sword from a display case and rams it into Mirdini's chest. It is done.
Mirdini was Jack Brume, the Idiot Savant. For him the world was a sea brimming with connections and links, sometimes obvious and sometimes spanning several seemingly unrelated ideas. It all made sense to him. Every night he could choose two people and gain some insight into the nature of any connection between the two. But while his mind functioned beautifully, his speech did not. Often he would become tongue tied, and this prevented him sharing his results of the previous night. And poor as his skills of communication were, his heart was true. He was sided with the Town. That is, until his mind was sadly twisted against that which he had worked so hard for. He was a Cult member.
Whatever the feelings at this outcome, it is too late to discuss them. Night has fallen, and beyond that a new day awaits.
The night will end 21 November, or when all night actions are received.
The moment even this small milestone had been reached, a ripple of anger passed through the crowd. Ideas of democracy and fairness burnt away in an instant within this fiery rage. Values, hopes, individual thoughts: all of them were flung aside as feelings peaked, and everyone swarmed forward onto the unfortunate.
The mob does not even think of the noose. Instead they only sought to kill, with whatever was closest. After a few minutes of screams, confusion and one sided brawling someone retrieves an ancient sword from a display case and rams it into Mirdini's chest. It is done.
Mirdini was Jack Brume, the Idiot Savant. For him the world was a sea brimming with connections and links, sometimes obvious and sometimes spanning several seemingly unrelated ideas. It all made sense to him. Every night he could choose two people and gain some insight into the nature of any connection between the two. But while his mind functioned beautifully, his speech did not. Often he would become tongue tied, and this prevented him sharing his results of the previous night. And poor as his skills of communication were, his heart was true. He was sided with the Town. That is, until his mind was sadly twisted against that which he had worked so hard for. He was a Cult member.
Whatever the feelings at this outcome, it is too late to discuss them. Night has fallen, and beyond that a new day awaits.
The night will end 21 November, or when all night actions are received.