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[Advanced] Old West Mischief Mafia - Town Wins!


Kaylee

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Did.. Did we win?

i would guess so, unless cass just trolled the hell out of us lol. but tbh if we were wrong crusher would be trying to find the last 1. 

the game was pretty much mechanically locked right??? this can't go bad right??

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Ya, game is near locked, but not fully. None of our reads are fully guaranteed atm but the steps it would require to make us have a false read at this point are highly improbable.

 

The good news is that without Mafia having a kill tonight or last night rather, we are again entering a night where we're guaranteed to have to town actions happen that will create reeds and if I happen to block the correct person we will actually have three all of which should be guaranteed accurate

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I'm not exactly worried about it right now. Crush had a response that looked like lolcatting and then he disappeared instead of scrambling to survive.

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FINAL VOTE COUNT:

 

Crushlove (6): Darthe, Cuth, Seph, Hallia, BFG, Tiinker

 

Not Voting: Kronos, WiFi, Miss Kizzy Clov, Crusher

 

With 10 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

 

Deadline for Day 5 will be Sunday, 2/26/17 at 10 AM MST:

 

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THAT'S A LYNCH!

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"They call him what?" the circuit judge asked, blinking owlishly at the man before him.

 

"The Bacon Bandit, Your Honor," Darthe Wade proclaimed, presenting the judge with a winning smile and tipping his cowboy hat slightly.

 

"The... er.... bacon?"  The judge stared in befuddlement. "Did he... erm... steal... your bacon?"

 

"Why of course not, Your Honor!" Wade's expression may have been one of glee.  Or perhaps utter lunacy. "I keep my bacon padlocked inside the icebox like any sane man."

 

The circuit judge cleared his throat.  "Mr. Wade.  Is there a point to this?"

 

Darthe Wade's smile seemed to widen somehow, impossibly. "Oh, by all means, Your Honor.  I always have a point.  As a matter of fact, I have been told I am the pointiest man in seven counties.  I have a very prominent point," he declared, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture across the whole of the courtroom to hold up what appeared to be a large ring with a dangling iron key.  "Behold!"

 

"Mr. Wade."  The judge could feel his face growing hot.  "Would you mind getting to your point?"

 

The cowboy ducked his head in acquiescence, his brilliant grin fading just a shade. "There was no murder last night, Your Honor.  Because this man," he added, swinging his arm toward the suspect, iron key jangling, "was locked within my jail."

 

"You can't prove that!" the purported outlaw growled. "The killer might have just taken a night off.  You don't know!"

 

"You are right!"  Darthe Wade crowed, with a tinge of laughter in his voice. "I have no idea.  The wonderful thing is, I don't have to know!  You, sir, are being judged by a jury of your peers."

 

 

Crushlove the Bacon Bandit, mafia goon, has been lynched.

 

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The sheriff emitted a sigh of relief.   The varmints and rascals were done - even the pirate was gone, and peace had returned to this one-horse town.  The circuit judge gathered his papers and stuffed them hurriedly in his satchel, eagerly awaiting the stagecoach to take him on to his next stop.

 

TOWN HAS WON.

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