|Link||Game thread: Anti-Theme Mafia BTSC threads|
|Size||19 Players (Large)|
|First to Die||Vine|
|Last Remaining||Golfjunkie, GM, Nox, Thalia, Fat Tony, Marq, Slick, Hidz|
Anti-Theme Mafia was a game designed and hosted by Prof. Templeton based on own design.
It began on April 20th, 2012 and ended in a Goodie win in N6 (May 2).
Game Mechanics Edit
OOA - Driven > Visits
OOP - Jail > Drunk > Probe > Save > Spy > Convert > Curse > Kill
Kills are not blocking
The Mafia – Have BTSC – Win if they are in Majority - When lynched they will only apprear as "Mafia" - They do not know who the voodoo lady is.
- Framer – Every night they can visit a player and plant evidence. If that player is visited by a Cop they will appear as Mafia. Their target will remain framed the following day and if lynched will appear as "Mafia"
- Informant – Every night they can choose a player and receive a copy of their result PM that is sent to them by the Host.
- Driver – Every night they can choose two players and any actions done on those players will be swapped. They can drive themselves. This does not count as a visit by the driver. Only players that are going out at night can be driven.
- Yakuza – Can sacrifice themselves to convert another player. If the Doctor is visiting the player that the Yakuza is converting then both will live and become mafia. If the Shrink is visiting a player the Yakuza is converting then the player will not be converted.
She has been hired by the Mafia to cause confusion and terror in the village - Sided with the Mafia – does not have BTSC and does not know the identity of the Mafia.
- Voodoo Lady – At night she can visit a player and place a curse on them. During the next day if that person posts the five or more letter word that she cursed them with they will die at days end.
The Village – Win if they kill all the Mafia
- Cop – Every night they can choose a player to investigate and will be told if they are innocent or guilty.
- Naïve Cop – Just like the Cop, they can choose a player to investigate, but will only be told that the player is innocent unless the player is also framed. They do not know they are naïve and are only told they are a Cop.
- Dreamer – Every night they have a dream about 3 random people and one of they will be sided with the Mafia. If they are visited at night it will disrupt their dreams.
- Doctor – Every night they can choose a player to visit and will save that player from kills or curses.
- Mason – Every night they can choose to visit a player and convert them to be a Mason. The converted player will lose their previous role and abilities. The Masons have BTSC and must choose who to convert by majority vote (more than 50%). Those members that voted in the majority will then visit the player of their choice at night while the rest stay behind. If the Masons visit a Mafia member they will die.
- Jailer – Every night the Jailer can choose a player to lock up and that player will be safe from night actions and cannot perform any night actions (they can still be driven by the driver). The Jailer can send the detained person a message and receive a response at nights end through the host.
- Town Drunk – Every night they can choose a player to share a drink with. That player will not perform their intended night action. The Town Drunk is not affected by the Driver and will still share drinks with their target.
- Virgin – If the virgin is lynched during the day then no one can be killed at night. They also possess a locket. Every night they can choose a different person to place in their locket and if the Virgin dies that player's role will be revealed. This does not count as a visit.
- Turncoat – If they are targeted by the Mafia for a Night Kill they will instead be Converted. A save by the Doctor or a visit by the Shrink will prevent that. They work at the power plant and think they are the Plant Operator.
- Shrink – Every night they can choose a player to visit. The Shrinks visit will stop the Yakuza conversion, the Turncoat conversion, the Mason conversion and the Voodoo curse. The Shrink does not drink so is unaffected by the Town Drunk.
- Gun Smith – Every night he can choose a player to visit and give a gun to. The next night that player can choose to hold on to their gun or use it to shot someone.
- Granny – She already has a gun and is very paranoid in her old age. She will shoot anyone that visits her at night. If she is visited by Masons she will be converted but the Mason(s) will be shot.
- Plant Operator – They keep the power plant running. If they are killed at night the Village will be plunged into darkness. No one will be allowed to post for the duration of the following day but must still vote by sending the host a PM with there lynch choice.
Independent – Wins if all living players have been probed when the game ends - The Alien does not need to be alive to win.
- The Alien – Every night they choose a player to probe. This counts as a visit.
Winning Faction Edit
- golfjunkie - Granny
- GMaster479 - Cop
- Lionheart87 - Virgin
- Thalia - Dreamer
- Fat Tony - Turncoat
- Aura - Doctor
- marquessa - Jailer
- Slick - Shrink
- Shad - Mason
- Cruelmind - Plant Operator
- KlueMaster - Town Drunk
- Hirkala - Gun Smith
- Hidden Z - Naive Cop
MVP - FatTony
Day and Night Posts Edit
|Night One: Does it exist?|
“Boss, I tink we’s got a problem”, the slight figured informant said as he closed the office door and plopped himself into a wooden chair in front of the Boss’s desk.
“Whadaya mean?” the gruff Boss asked without looking up from his books.
“Well, one a dem villagers maybe, kinda got a look at me before the job started”
The Boss closed his book with a sigh and stood up slowly removing his glasses from his round mug. “Sometimes des tings ‘appen. Prolly couldn’t be helped.” He replied as he cleaned his glasses, still not looking at the informant. When he finished cleaning, he placed his glasses in his jacket inside breast pocket and drew his revolver from the holster near his armpit.
The informant’s eye went wide as the Boss aimed right at his forehead and pulled the trigger driving the chair he was sitting over onto its back where it spilled the dead informant to the floor.
“Dare ya go. Problem solved. Now I jus need a new informant, and maybe a few new goons whiles I’m at it. Maybe even one a dem crazy Japanese guys, I hears day’s loyal.”
The Driver pulled on his leather gloves and flexed his fingers. He gripped the wheel and lightly revved the powerful engine, enjoying the deep rumble the car made all around him. Through him. He reached over and turned up the classical music on the radio before slipping the car into gear and squealing the tires as he pulled away from the curb. It was a good night for a drive.
The Voodoo Lady stirred the contents of the clay bowl in front of her with her gnarled finger before tossing in some small animal bones. She stared deeply into the bowl then threw her head back cackling loudly. “ Oo-wee, it’s gonna be a good night”
“Boss, I think we got a problem”, the new, more well spoken informant said as he closed the office door and stepped over the blood stain on the floor.
“Je-zus! What is it now?” the Boss bellowed at him, slamming his book closed.
“Well, we don’t really have a reason to try to undermine the people of the village and eliminate some of their more influential persons. One could say we lack a “theme” or under-lying motivation. I mean, what is the point?”
“Whada you a wiseguy?”
“Well that term has been given to…” he was cut-off by the Boss smashing his meaty fist into the desktop.
“Listen ‘ere, smart guy. We’s don need no “theme”. We’s da Mafia for crumb’s sake. It’s what we do. Now, shaddup!”
The Framer leaned against the wall across the office and listened to the exchange calmly. He removed the toothpick he was chewing on from his mouth and spoke, “You know, some might view the lack of a theme as the theme itself”. He pushed himself off the wall and slowly walked toward the informant who was still visibly shaken by the Boss’s outburst. “It’s as if its own existence actually causes the negation of its existence”.
“Why don you two bums get outta here before I negate your existence. Les go, we got work ta do!”
Two large, black, saucer-like eyes watched the village from afar. “So many interesting humans live here. And the things they are up to, intriguing. I must investigate further. I must investigate each one and I know just who to start with.
The informant watched Vineetrika through the narrow slats in the fence. His “eyes” and “ears” had told them she would be here, at this hour, and here she was right on time. He didn’t prefer to do the wet work himself, but there was no helping it. He slipped a switch-blade from his pocket and tailed his prey.
The Driver took the corner too fast to be safe, the car sliding sideways and the tires squelching in protest. He calmly turned the steering wheel into the skid and righted the vehicle as it continued to rocket down the street. He braked hard and pulled to the curb giving the engine a last rev before shutting it off. He got out and walked around the car, through the smoke coming out of the wheel wells, and up the walkway of a quaint village house. The door swung open in response to his finger on the doorbell. “Good evening”, he said, “you’re ride’s here."
The cell door rattled shut and the Jailer stuck a large skeleton key into the lock and gave it a few twists. “There ya are, all locked in for the night. I’ll let you out in the morning if you behave. Oh, and here is something for you to read before it’s time for lights out.” The Jailer slipped a small piece of paper through the bars which his detainee took and then he turned and strode down the long hallway.
“This is bull”, Hirkala muttered to himself and dropped onto the narrow cot. He read the small piece of paper and then tossed it into the corner of the cell.
“Psst” come a noise threw the small window over Hirk’s head. He stood up on the cot and peered out.
“Shay, I’s heard ya wash all locked up, sho I taught I’d bring the party here.”
“I guess I’m not going anywhere, and besides, what are they gonna do arrest me? Slip one of those bottles through the bars”, Hirk instructed the Town Drunk. “Let the party begin.”
Vine abruptly stopped. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it, a presence, something was out there. She started walking again, but much faster. It was too dark here where she was and she made for the pool of bright light up ahead. She was halfway there when she heard a sound from her left. She turned her head in that direction and the Informant slid up on her right side, switch-blade pressed to her throat with one hand as the other wrapped around her head and firmly covered her mouth.
“Nothing personal. It’s just that I have my orders.” With a quick flick Vine was gone.
The villagers were in a frenzy over the recent terrorization of their town by the Mafia. They knew the police were doing whatever they could, but it also seemed like half the force was inept so they were taking matters into their own hands.
A large crowd packed the town square where a hangman's noose dangled from a sturdy tree branch. It swayed slightly in the breeze against the backdrop of thge setting sun. Mewminator was lead through the crowd, his hands tied behind his back and his face already starting to swell and purple from his rough treatment. He was jostled and shoved on the way to the noose before he was stood on a crate and the noose placed around his neck.
"Any last words, scum?", one of his captors asked. "Just that you have the wrong guy and you're making a big mistake here. Please reconsider", mew pleaded. "We've done all the considering we gonna do", was the reply right before the crate was kicked out from under him.
The body finally stopped twitching as the sun slipped below the horizon.
Mew's apartment was ransacked and evidence was found that he was Mafia.
|Night Two: A Light is Snuffed|
The Driver pulled up in front of Cruelmind’s house and killed the engine. He pulled off his leather driving gloves and tossed them on the seat before exiting the vehicle. He quickly strode up the neat walkway that lead to Cruelmind’s front door. Before he rang the bell he fished a pair of latex gloves from his back pocket and stuffed his hands inside.
“Ding-Dong, death knocking”, the Driver muttered to himself as he poked the doorbell smiling.
GM sat on the jailhouse cot reading the note the jailer has slipped him when he had collected his supper tray. He stuck the note in his pocket and laid down on the cot lacing his finger behind his head letting out a sigh.
“I should have brought a book, but at least I’m comfortable”
SMV walked up her front steps to find the Town drunk sitting on her porch swing.
“Evening, mish. Why don’t you share a drink wiff me. It’s a bootiful night”, the drunk posited.
Everyone in the village knew the drunk well and when he decided to keep someone’s company there was not much you could do about it but acquiesce.
“Sure thing. Just let me put these groceries inside and I’ll grab a glass”
SMV returned with glass in hand and prepared to settle in her front porch for a night of relaxing drinking.
The Driver got back into his car and twisted the key in the ignition firing the big motor to life. He laid a heavy trail of rubber as he shot away from the curb. A gentle breeze blew the smoke away from Cruelmind’s front yard to reveal a body laying across the doorstep, a pool of blood slowly spreading out and dripping down the front stoop. In the distance a loud blare of an emergency siren could be heard coming from the direction of the Power Plant. Cruelmind’s cell phone began to ring, but was never answered. A short time later an explosion shook the otherwise still night and the village was plunged into darkness.
Day Two starts now, but the town is darkened and all open communications have been severed. All players must PM me their votes by the end of the day.
|Day Two: Illumination|
The villagers crowded into the town square again. A few had torches, but the the darkness mostly prevailed shadowing everyone in a gloomy blanket. A figure was dragged forward. People didn't know where or how the suspect came to be but it didn't matter because they were hungry for revenge.
Again the rope was drawn tight and the crate kicked out from under the lynched leaving them dangling and kicking. As soon as the victim was still the lights came back on bathing the square in the familiar warm electric glow. The fresh light revealed the town had lynched KlueMaster.
The villagers ransacked his house and found nothing but empty bottles.
|Night Three: Enter the Stranger|
Aura had been out shopping and was stuggling to carry all her packages and bags in from the car. She held two bags in her left hand and used her lifted knee to balance a large box while she fished for her keys from her purse with her right. Just as she pulled the keys free one of them caught and the ring went spinning out of her grip and landed on the ground with a jangle.
"Dang it", she muttered. She squatted down still balancing the large package and reached for the lost keys, but another hand got to them first.
"Here, let me help you", said an asian man with intense eyes.
"Um, sure, that would be great", replied Aura a bit apprehensive of the stranger. Before she could protest he took the large package from her, tucked it under his arm and lead the way to her front door.
"Lock down", shouted the Jailer. "Light's out in one half hour". The Jailer strode along the long hallway in the jailhouse and stopped at the last cell in the row, regarding the prisoner behind the bars. "You should be out of here come morning, so don't start any trouble. Here, take this", the Jailer slipped a piece of paper through the bars. Sparrowhawk watched the Jailer walk away then looked at the paper. "Hmm, that's curious"
The stranger had unlocked Aura's door and was setting the package on the kitchen counter. She was very uneasy about how forward he was. "Well, thank you for the help, but if you will excuse me i have a lot of things to do", Aura said, trying to get the man to leave quickly.
He walked toward her where she was holding the door for him and stopped right in front of her. "Tell me Aura, what do you do for fun around here?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Oh, I know a lot about you Aura", the man replied as he forcefully shoved the front door closed. As he did so she could see tattoos extending up his arm above his wrists and disappearing under his sleeves. Very detailed and intricate tattoos. She wondered if they covered his whole arm. As she turned to face him and protest his brash action, Aura found herself looking right at the Yakuza's pistol.
The town gathered again in the village square. Tempers were high and the tension was palpable. The mob held two people. Both had drawn the attention of the vengeful lot.
"Who will be lynched?", someone yelled.
"It doesn't matter as long as someone dies", another shouted.
A tall man with glasses and a goatee stepped forward holding a large silver coin high above his head. "I'll settle this. Heads Marquessa is hanged, tails it's sparrowhawk." He threw the coin into the air. It glinted brightly in the dying sun at the apex of its flight then flipped downward where it clanked to the cobblestones, bounced a few times and finally came to rest showing tails.
The gathered crowd roared. It the ensuing clamor Marquessa slipped away into the darkening night, grateful for her life.
Later that night sparrowhawk's house was ransacked and he was found to be a part of the Mafia.
|Night Four: Death Machine|
The Driver cut the engine just up the street from Hirk's house, shut off the headlights and waited. He lit a smoke and rolled down the window to let the breeze carry it away. He had done his homework and knew Hirk's routine pretty well.
As he took the last drag on his cigarette Hirk emerged from his house, turned to lock the front door and started down the walkway.
The Driver flicked the but out the window then started the heavy purr of the motor. He eased the car into gear and started slowly toward where Hirk would enter the crosswalk. Hirk had just entered the intersection and had not given the slow moving car much attention beyond the fact that it only had it's running lights on, when he heard the scream of the engine. He turned and saw the big car bearing down on him. He froze breifly, but his mind clamored for action and he willed his legs to start pumping in a desperate attempt to save himself from the beast howling down upon him.
The Jailer turned the key in the lock and paused to look over Fat Tony.
"It's for your own good as much as it is for the rest of the town's. Ya keep yer nose clean and you'll be out come morning. Here. It'll be light's out soon, but this will keep you busy till then." The Jailer slipped a note through the bars and Fat Tony took it silently. The Jailer left and Fat Tony sat on the edge of his cot and began to read.
The Driver held his foot to the floor, the car's acceleration pushing him back into the accepting leather of the seat. He aimed the nose of the vehicle a bit to the left of Hirk where he knew his target would try to dodge. A second later came the impact, barely jarring the big car, then the crunch of the windsheild as Hirk's body smashed it partially out of it's frame before rolling over the roof with a series of thumpa and landing in the middle of the intersection.
The Driver pounded the brakes, skidding to a stop. The engine again idling quietly, he regarded the form in the road behind him through the rearview mirror.
Hirk lay in the street shattered, his face pressed to the cold asphalt. He could feel blood running out of his body. All he could see was red light in his eyes. The pain was incredible. He tried blinking the red away thinking his eyes themselves must also be bleeding. The red light turned to a brilliant white as the Driver put his death machine in reverse to finish him off.
|Day Four: The Silent Killer|
The town square was once again full of the boisterous villagers, all shouting accusations against the others. After many arguments and near altercations, the crowd's attention turned to one who had been standing off to the side.
"Grab Clozo, she is one of them I can feel it", an accusatory finger was leveled at her. "What are you talking about? I've hardly said anything. You can't possibly think I'm in the Mafia", Clozo rebutted.
"Oh, we know your game and we are on to your tricks. String her up!"
"String her up!! String her up!!", chanted the onlookers as Clozo was lead to the killing tree.
Later that night Clozo's house was ransacked and she was found to be a part of the Mafia.
|Night Five: Unrequited love|
shadow7 rang the doorbell of a quaint cottage. The door cracked open and the barrell of a shotgun was shoved through the slit.
"State your business young-un or I'll blow you to kingdom come", a shrill elderly voice called out from the other side of the door.
"Um, I, erm, I'm just collecting signatures for a petition, Ma'am"
"Lair!" the old woman shouted and blasted Shadow right off the front stoop.
The Driver stopped behind Lionheart's house and climbed out of his car. He jimmied the lock on the back door and silently slipped inside. Lionheart was inside listening to music on his ipod and never heard the Driver as he slipped a knife between his ribs.
The Jailer slammed the cell door shut on Slick.
"That should keep ya safe and out of trouble. Sit tight for the night"
Slick eyed the Jailer suspiciously. "Too bad the Town drunk is dead" He folded his hands behind his head and laid back on the cot.
The Virgin stumbled out into the street, blood covering her dress. She collapsed in the middle of the road cluthing her locket.
"My sweetness. I've longed for you from afar" cough - cough "I regret that I could not be with you. Oh, Framm. Even though you were a Driver for the Mafia, I loved you anyway" She kissed her locket and then died.
|Day Five: End of the Road|
"It's too bad for you that poor girl was killed. She loved you for some incomprehensible reason. She loved a killer" One of the villagers poked an accusing finger into Framm's chest as he quietly spoke to him. The whole of the remaining village had gathered to see the Mafioso lynched. They had been through quite an ordeal these past several days and they stood staring at Framm with hate-filled eyes. None of them saying a word except the one in front of the Mafia's Driver now.
"You thought yourself untouchable, and indeed, you may have never been found out if that dying girl had not professed her love with her last breathe right there in the street."
"Get it over with, damn you", Framm struggled to reply with the noose drawn tightly around his neck.
His support was kicked out and he fell a short distance before jerking to a halt. The hushed crowd continued to gaze at the Mafia killer with open hatred as he died in front of them. After several minutes passed and they were sure he was gone the crowd slowly dissolved and each quietly shufled home. The feelings of satisfaction at ridding the village a Mafioso were overshadowed by a sense that there was still more to be done to return their home to the way it was.
|Night Six: Da Boss|
The Voodoo Lady entered the Boss’s office and calmly sauntered over to the chair and sat down. “You called Boss-man?”
The Boss eased back in his chair and looked across his desk at the Voodoo Lady. He took a long pull on his cigar and let the smoke roll out of his mouth and around his head before blowing it toward the ceiling. “Yeah. We need ta talk”
“Well, we talking ain’t we. Whatcha want, Boss-man. Lay it on me”
The Boss leaned forward and placed his large palms on the top of the desk, his half-smoked cigar sticking up between his fingers. “Bottom line, you ain’t doing the job I paid you to do. I’m not happy about that”
“I laid some curses on some folk. Whatcha mean I ain’t doing my job?” the Voodoo Lady coked her head to the side and gave the Boss a quizzical look.
“I had plans ta take this town and now all I got is a buncha dead goons. Sparrowhawk was da best Framer a Boss could ask for. Clozo had contacts everywhere and that Informant wasn’t afraid ta get her hand dirty. I lost dat crazy Yakuza named mewminator. And Framm, an excellent Driver that loved his work and now, well, we all know how dat went down.” The Boss eased back again and stuck the cigar in the corner of his mouth. “You say you laid some curses on some folk? I know for a fact you ain’t done nuttin for the past three nights now.”
“Oh, now Boss-man”, the Voodoo Lady gave a small chuckle, “you been spyin on me. I’s a busy Lady. I’s got a lot of things goin on I gotta take care of”
“Enough!” The Boss shouted quickly jumping to his feet, his chair skidding across the floor behind him. He stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. “I don’t want no more excuses outta you. We’re beyond dat, we’re done Nox, or Kitsune, or whatever da hell your name is”
The Voodoo Lady narrowed her eyes and regarded the Boss with a cold look. “Now don’t you do anything you’ll regret, Boss-man.” This time when she said Boss-man she said it slow and gave it emphasis in almost a mocking tone.
The boss way around his desk and lunged for the Voodoo Lady with shocking speed for his large size. But she was quick herself. She leapt out of her chair kicking it toward the charging man as she pulled a small doll from the bag slung over her shoulder with one hand and pulled a pin from her hair with the other. The whole time she never took her eyes off the Boss.
He was grabbed her chair and swung it around behind him sending it crashing into the wall. In his hand a straight razor seemed to materialize from nowhere as he bore down on his prey.
The Voodoo Lady stabbed the doll in her hand with the pin, pulled it free and jammed it in again as she backpedalled across the room.
The Boss clutched his chest and staggered forward, his momentum carrying him on. The Voodoo Lady had run out of room and was backed against the office door. As she started to bring the pin down a third time it was too late and the Boss slashed the straight razor at her neck. She dropped the doll and tried to cover the already bleeding gash, a river of blood pouring around her hand. She stared at the Boss with wide eyes and tried to speak only managing a gurgle before her legs collapsed and she slid to the floor. The Boss stood over Kitsune’s lifeless body, breathing heavily, “I guess it’s time to move on. Dis town ain’t got nuttin for me anymore”.
The Jailer and Thalia sat across from each other in the small cell. “Well it’s almost light out time so I’ll be going now”, Marquessa, the Jailer said as she rose from the cot. “Good night”, she waved her hand as she walked out of the cell and started up the hallway.
“Wait”, Thalia called out. “Aren’t you going to lock the door?”
“Nah. I’ll leave it open tonight. I wouldn’t want to disturb your dreams”, Marquessa replied then continued up the hall. When she reached her office she was greeted by Slick sitting at her desk with his feet up. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“You missed your appointment on my couch today so I thought I’d come to you. Besides I didn’t have anything else to do tonight”, Slick explained.
“A therapist that makes house calls, now that’s unusual. Come on let’s go get a drink”, Marq offered.
“That reminds me”, said Slick getting up from the desk and heading for the door, “sure was a shame about KlueMaster. He may have been the Town Drunk but he never hurt anyone” They walked out into the night together.
Hidden Z and _GMaster were in the police station eating Chinese take-out. “Weren’t you supposed to be investigating somebody tonight?” Hidden Z asked GM.
“Yeah”, GM replied, ”Fat Tony. But I already know how that will turn out. I was worried about him before. He could have easily been converted by the Mafia if they had set their sights on him” GM paused while he chewed his General Tso chicken, then he continued, “I investigated that Kitsune character last night and found out they were working for the Mafia so it’s only a matter of time at this point”
“Kitsune huh?” Hidden Z asked around a mouthful of pork fried rice. “I never would have suspected they were with the Mafia”
“Hid Z, you are so naïve sometimes” GM chuckled.
The Alien watched the village from its ship high above the Earth. “I lost my shell on the very first night. I would have thought my Vineetrika disguise would have lasted longer then that. Maybe this village it too violent for in depth study right now”. The Alien’s ship winked out of sight as it sped off to other stars.
The village had gathered to attend the memorial that was arranged for the victims. They all regaled each other with stories of Aura the Doctor and all the good she did. Some were told about Shadow the Mason and how she never should have gone to visit that crazy old lady golfjunkie because she never really finalized her actions for that night. People told stories of Lionheart the Virgin and his tragic death and how Hirkala the Gun Smith managed to give out three guns that all went unused. They mourned for all the dead and rejoiced in their good deeds.
End of Game Roster Edit
- golfjunkie - Granny
- GMaster479 - Cop
- Lionheart87 - Virgin - Killed N5 by the Mafia
- Nox - Voodoo Lady - Died at the end
- Thalia - Dreamer
- mew - Yakuza - Lynched D1 and found to be Mafia
- Fat Tony - Turncoat
- Aura - Doctor - Killed N3 by the Mafia
- marquessa - Jailer
- sparrowhawk - Framer - Lynched D3 and found to be Mafia
- Slick - Shrink
- Clozo - Informant - Lynched D4 and found to be Mafia
- Shad - Mason - Killed N5 by Granny
- Cruelmind - Plant Operator - Killed N2 by the Mafia
- KlueMaster - Town Drunk - Lynched D2
- Hirkala - Gun Smith - Killed N4 by the Mafia
- Framm - Driver - Lynched D5 and found to be Mafia
- Hidden Z - Naive Cop
- Vineetrika - Alien - Killed N1 by the Mafia
|List of actions|
Night 1 actions.
Night 2 actions
Night 3 actions