MURDERFIA: REDUX: (VERY END)

EVENT!

"Ok, so, I want to challenge the other night-talker to a rap battle. Winner gets to join daychat."

The mod raises an eyebrow, looks at the assembled lack of a crowd, and lowers both eyebrows (because she can't actually raise just one). "Ok." A decent pause, and then "So, were you going to start, or-"

"No, no. I'll wait for him to reply."

The mod looks at the more-or-less comatose Pick Yer Poison. "I seriously doubt he's capable of fixing how... undramatic. This situation is. Anticlimactic. You really didn't think this through, did you?"

The mod rolls her eyes, cutting off the Crook's response, and with a wave of her hand disintegrates Pick Yer Poison into a fine dust over the course of several agonising minutes. An explosion goes off with him, which she summarily ignores.

Pick Yer Poison has been MODKILLED for being a SOGGY DISAPPOINTMENT.

Pick Yer Poison was Eldritch Felt, demolitions expert of the Crooks Hollow mafia. He was rigged to explode in the face of any and all malefactors, and would kill anyone who daykilled, nightkilled, or hammered a lynch on him. He was also aligned with the Crook's Hollow Mafia, which meant he could sacrifice his life to shoot someone on a night when the Gun Ban was OFF.

He was a TOWN BOMB CROOK. Because he was modkilled, Pick Yer Poison has LOST.

Pick Yer Poison has been infected with the VIRUS.


"I mean, come on. As Sruixan and Pinary so helpfully established, rap battles are as much about the preamble and the drama. If anyone else tries spitting on the memory of the Callout Player with this kind of feeble-wristed shit, I'll just kill you to save them the embarassment."

As the last member of the Crooks alive, Dragon Fogel chooses the Night-talkers' Boon by default! He will become a daytalker from the start of D4.



N3 ends when all night actions are in. Hop to it, murderers!