RE: -=- Crooks Hollow III Mafia -=- Day Two: Back to the Tables (21/21)
05-07-2013, 04:33 AM
Night 2 Begins
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Granolaman was a traitor to the Crooks Hollow Mafia, a potential candidate of the mysteriously unnamed scum faction and thus aligned with the SCUM.
He was the SCUM Backup SuperWatcher and at one point was anonymously masoned with another player.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the Crooks Hollow, Granola was in actuality an undercover security guard for the prison. Suspecting a riot, the warden decided it would be best to have someone try to figure out what the prisoners were planning in their whispered discussions in the cafeteria.
With luck, Granola managed to join the posse in their breakout like in the film Reservoir Dogs. "They don't know shit..." He had high hopes he could return to his family and coworkers with the good news of the Crooks being taken care of as soon as possible.
Knowing that there was some covert agency infiltrating the Crooks, he believed he could make contact with them and assist them in their massacre of the ad hoc mafia...
At night, Granola could either learn the names of all who perform night actions or learn who visits a particular player.
If the main scumteam were to be slain, he would take their place and be in control of the nightkill.
Likewise, if the scumteam had decided to recruit him before their passing, he would will join their groupchat in place of their nightkill. Joining this chat would sever his anonymous masonry.
Granola wins if he and the other scum outnumber the town.
The executor removed the blade from the bound body of Granola. As the blood drained from his limp body, the remaining Crooks gathered up their belongings, doft' their hats and set off in the night for slumber and meditate on the events that had occurred. Given Granolaman's evidence of a group of infiltrators, the men had stiffened and quieted down. A few of the more outspoken men boasted and called for "the little chickenshits" to poke their heads out. But nobody responded; they were tired and too absorbed in their own thoughts.
Night ends May 10th, 11:59pm EST.
WE ARE DESPERATELY IN NEED OF REPLACEMENTS.
Granolaman was a traitor to the Crooks Hollow Mafia, a potential candidate of the mysteriously unnamed scum faction and thus aligned with the SCUM.
He was the SCUM Backup SuperWatcher and at one point was anonymously masoned with another player.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the Crooks Hollow, Granola was in actuality an undercover security guard for the prison. Suspecting a riot, the warden decided it would be best to have someone try to figure out what the prisoners were planning in their whispered discussions in the cafeteria.
With luck, Granola managed to join the posse in their breakout like in the film Reservoir Dogs. "They don't know shit..." He had high hopes he could return to his family and coworkers with the good news of the Crooks being taken care of as soon as possible.
Knowing that there was some covert agency infiltrating the Crooks, he believed he could make contact with them and assist them in their massacre of the ad hoc mafia...
At night, Granola could either learn the names of all who perform night actions or learn who visits a particular player.
If the main scumteam were to be slain, he would take their place and be in control of the nightkill.
Likewise, if the scumteam had decided to recruit him before their passing, he would will join their groupchat in place of their nightkill. Joining this chat would sever his anonymous masonry.
Granola wins if he and the other scum outnumber the town.
The executor removed the blade from the bound body of Granola. As the blood drained from his limp body, the remaining Crooks gathered up their belongings, doft' their hats and set off in the night for slumber and meditate on the events that had occurred. Given Granolaman's evidence of a group of infiltrators, the men had stiffened and quieted down. A few of the more outspoken men boasted and called for "the little chickenshits" to poke their heads out. But nobody responded; they were tired and too absorbed in their own thoughts.
Night ends May 10th, 11:59pm EST.
WE ARE DESPERATELY IN NEED OF REPLACEMENTS.