Mafia Game 12

Caity: I don't believe you really love me.:p

Lava: Details, details. You killed me; the civvies killed me...same diff.

Invisi-Ink: Whatever happened to voting for Henry VIII?:p
 
The person/people who need to send me a PM still, need to do so within the next 8 hours, or I will declare day without the said PM('s).
 
A war whoop in the night, that is all the civilians heard on the eighth night that the mafia were active in Mafiaville. It was a single human voice combined with the ghostly choruses of the dead mafia. It was an eerie-sounding exchange in the darkness of the half deserted town. The war whoop clued the people in to what they were going to find in the morning, they simply had to wait until the morning to find out who the lone indian and his/her ghostly cohorts had done in the night before. As the dawn light peeped into the window panes of the citizenry, they woke up again, dreading what they knew that they were going to find somewhere in their town. They walked out their doors and began searching for the dead body. It was not until they looked at fernshirehobbit's door that they had any idea who they were looking for. Stuck in the wood of her door, as if it had been thrown there, was a bloody tomahawk with a fresh scalplock tied to it. Its edge held a note to the door:

We decided to play a game.
Do you think you can find the one who was slain?
Look down at the water or over the hill,
Finding her body may take some will.
Long Live the Surviving Mafia.​

It took half the morning to find fernie's body, the mafia seemed to like hiding people in the cemetary. It took another two hours to bury her and ascertain that she was a civilian.

It is now day. You have 72 hours to vote.
 
Well that's two of the seven living citizens of Mafiaville. Of those seven, only four are very active, I guess I will PM the other three and remind them to vote.
 
~Lava~ said:
A war whoop in the night, that is all the civilians heard on the eighth night that the mafia were active in Mafiaville. It was a single human voice combined with the ghostly choruses of the dead mafia. It was an eerie-sounding exchange in the darkness of the half deserted town. The war whoop clued the people in to what they were going to find in the morning, they simply had to wait until the morning to find out who the lone indian and his/her ghostly cohorts had done in the night before. As the dawn light peeped into the window panes of the citizenry, they woke up again, dreading what they knew that they were going to find somewhere in their town. They walked out their doors and began searching for the dead body. It was not until they looked at fernshirehobbit's door that they had any idea who they were looking for. Stuck in the wood of her door, as if it had been thrown there, was a bloody tomahawk with a fresh scalplock tied to it. Its edge held a note to the door:

We decided to play a game.
Do you think you can find the one who was slain?
Look down at the water or over the hill,
Finding her body may take some will.
Long Live the Surviving Mafia.​

It took half the morning to find fernie's body, the mafia seemed to like hiding people in the cemetary. It took another two hours to bury her and ascertain that she was a civilian.

It is now day. You have 72 hours to vote.
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i...i...died?:rolleyes::(
how sad.
mafia! you will be taist ghostly revenge!:p
 
You guys have a little under 24 hours left. I will call the day over if a simple majority (four votes for one person) is reached.
 
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