Frozen Hearts Mafia [Family Ties - Mafia/Survivor Victory]

~ EVENT ~

Nothing could prepare me for what happened next.

While discussing possible implications of criminals, Garuru suddenly stood up in the middle of the crowd. Between his resolute expression and the military trenchcoat he was sporting, something about his appearance brought silence upon the cafe.

"You think you can kill an old man when he's sleeping, huh?" Garuru started. "Didn't think he'd be watching for people coming after him? I'm no senile fool yet! Those jungle wars didn't take me then, and nothing will take me now..."

The last thing I need is someone with post-traumatic stress going haywire over a series of crimes in their city. Carefully positioned behind the register, I reached for the phone and began to dial for help. Garuru looked like he was about ready to fly off the handle at someone. As I waited anxiously for Lyncroft to pick up his office phone, it began.

Garuru quickly pulled a 1970s-era military shotgun out from under his trenchcoat. With skilled sleight of hand, he loaded the pump-action shotgun and pointed the barrel straight at smash ball. Sensing imminent death, smash ball leapt behind a table as the first shell flew past his head and out the window.

smash ball continued to run about the room, seeking cover and crying for help. Garuru unflinchingly aimed and fired repeatedly, forcing me to take cover behind the main counter as artillery rounds flew past the register and through the coffee machines behind me. Laying on the floor surrounded by spilt coffee, I shouted for assistance into the hanging receiver of my desk phone.

Lyncroft, having likely heard the gunshots and screams through the receiver, barged in behind two armed officers. They quickly apprehended Garuru by the shoulders, but not before he got one last shot off.

Right in the heart of smash ball, who quickly crumpled to the floor. Paramedics soon arrived and took away the body, tossing bleach and white towels on the floor so the blood wouldn't stain.

smash ball has been DAYKILLED.

Thirty or so minutes after the incident, I made my way down to the general hospital, leaving an officer on duty so no more frenzied shootouts would occur. I met Lyncroft and the coroner outside the hospital, and they let me in to see the body. I opted not to look under the white sheet.

"We retrieved this from the deceased's apartment," Lyncroft stated, throwing down a handful of pamphlets. They discussed matters such as veganism and animal abuse, and had numerous scrawlings and vile messages to people written in faded black ink.

"Also found this," the coroner added, handing me a map of the continent and notes regarding a 'campaign trail' of sorts. The dead giveaway, however, were notes about the cafe and a plan to "kill all savages".

"What's the verdict?" I asked Lyncroft.

"Probably related to these crimes," he added. "I didn't expect someone to go berserk and start killing, but at least your patrons have good aim."

"There's bound to be more," I sighed. "I'll get back to them and let them know this is a real threat now. Won't help the paranoia at all, but at least it won't feel like a sham proceeding anymore."

"I'll have the report printed ASAP," the coroner added.

"Hope you're up to work," I said. "You might be busy." With the printed autopsy, I came back to the cafe and posted the documents on the bulletin. I can probably safely summarize this individual's attitude with one specific, malignant phrase:

Meat is murder.

The mantra of her fellowship, the battle cry she lived by, the laconic diatribe to which she prescribed her actions and morals to. In her mind, every day on this forsaken planet was fraught with individuals who mercilessly slaughtered the innocent, weaker species of the planet and lived their lives bathing in the blood and meat of the fallen. The only scarlet bloom she wanted to ever see in this life was that of a field of beautiful flowers... or the one which would come forth from hedonistic, carnivorous scum who dared to think they belonged to a species of nobility and heightened, righteous existence.

Across the nation, smash ball had campaigned under the penname of Natalie Bealtaine, working tirelessly and efficiently to educate and inform people of their wrongdoings. When her words fell on cotton-plugged ears, her sharpened nails and equally sharp tongue were utilized to ensure her point would drill through the thick skulls of the uneducated proletariat.

Naturally, her travels and personal mission brought her to Caribou's Den, the epicenter of institutionalized slaughter and mass ignorance (as she so gracefully put it). Coinciding with her street demonstrations going woefully ignored, someone apparently got the right idea and burned a local business to the ground. Excited at this turn of events, she promptly sought the masterminds behind these crimes. While her comrades didn't explicitly support her own personal endeavor, those in power had a different offer: kill the meat-eaters out to implicate them for the crime, and she'd find bail payments for any arrest made. She happily took up the offer - as they say, you have to become a monster to defeat one.

smash ball was a MAFIA FLAVOR-EMPOWERED HITWOMAN.

During the night phase, smash ball would be especially perceptive of any odd or unusual occurrences. If smash ball was informed something happened in the night, he would make a mental list of these occurrences. The following night, smash ball could focus his latent hatred for the hedonists he hated. By successfully naming the originator of an occurrence, he could BRUTALLY MURDER them, which would go through all forms of protection and leave an especially messy corpse.

smash ball could theoretically match as many targets to occurrences as he wanted, but had a kill maximum of two extra people per night.

smash ball was aligned with the METROPOLITAN MALCONTENTS, and would have won when their combined forces overpowered the upstanding loyal citiziens and cafegoers in Caribou's Den to achieve their nefarious goals.

And now, back to the crowd. They seem a little stunned and thrown off by what happened. Seems like a great time to rethink this situation.

Votes have been reset.

Day still ends June 27th, 10PM EST (~105 hours from now).

With 17 alive, it takes 9 to lynch and 5 for softlynch.

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