It was a dark, rainy day in Mafiaville. The suspicious townspeople had been accusing each other back and forth all day until their pointing fingers were sore but they had finally come to the conclusion that their formerly dear friend christianrocker505 was veeeeery sinister. The craftier ones among them built a makeshift gallows and were preparing to hang the suspect. The moment their trapdoor went out the whole gallows collapsed and the street lights went out. In the dusk they all lost track of cr505 who ran back to his house, locked the doors and hid under the bed. The gallows had been sabotaged by the cloaked and mysterious figure of the Duke.
It is now night, PM me everyone, I won't extend the night again.
It is now night, PM me everyone, I won't extend the night again.