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Mafia

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The Slim Difference; They Thrive.

Interested. Let's see where this takes us.

Mafia

Hello fellow travellers! Welcome to the little town of Amberton! Located in a remote part of the gorgeous state of Columbia, once you come here, you'll be treated to some of the best peace and quiet in the country. Why not take a breather, read a book and enjoy the scenery, or if you're the out-and-about type, why not go for a jog and greet the townsfolk while you're around. Don't forget that every Sunday is the Weekly Meeting in the Town Hall, where you'll be sure to meet everybody in the town and learn everything there is to know about this beautiful place. Come visit Amberton! The safest town in the country!
--Canada Travel

Rumors of a string of serial murders have been heard around the city of Amberton. The mayor of the city has not been available for comment and furthermore, as of last Tuesday, all power to the town has been cut off, leaving them without communication. Prior to the cutoff, many of the townsfolk have denied these rumors thoroughly, and are adamant to remain in the town. Experts claim if aid is to be delivered to the town, it will take at minimum 15 days to set up a forwarding base, due to the remoteness of the town.
--Columbia Monthly

If you've ever played Mafia, Werewolf or Trouble in Terrorist Town, you'll know how this game goes. For those who don't, here are the rules:

Rules

1) In our group, there will be Innocents and Traitors. The Innocents will not know who the Traitors are, but the Traitors do.
2) Every night, the Traitors get to pick one person to kill (decision must be unanimous).
3) The next day, the remaining survivors can choose to lynch a person and see if they were a Traitor.
4) This continues until either the Innocents kill all the Traitors, or the Traitors kill all the Innocents.
5) Some people have secret special abilities, such as protecting a person for the night, or investigating a person's alignment. These will be detailed when the game starts.

Every few days, I will make a post, signalling the end of the day and the start of the next. I will mention who was lynched the previous day, and who was murdered in the night. I will also put up a link to a poll, where the remaining townsfolk can vote to lynch someone. The Traitors, meanwhile, will have their own poll PMed to them. Otherwise, you can feel free to interact with other players in the day, assuming you are not dead.

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Alton lay on the floor sulking a little longer until he realized he was hearing fewer and fewer voices around him. Were people leaving? He sat up to see a large black doorway in the middle of the empty white space. It seemed that most of the others had already walked through, and everyone else were preparing to do likewise.

'Welp' Alton thought to himself, 'It can't get worse now.' He got up from where he was sitting, and walked through the doorway, along with the others.

Alton expected more emptiness when he stepped through the portal, or maybe some abstract reality of shapes, something unreal and mystical. What he wasn't expecting was a brightly colored city block populated by chibi kids with squid tentacles for hair. Strangely, none of the squid-kids seemed to notice the fact that the group stuck out like a sore thumb; not even the wolf with the motherf***ing sword in his chest got a second look. Besides that, Alton noticed that a new person had come to join the group, the robot anime chick whose name was..."Eve?" or was it "Alexis"? Well in either case, she seemed to know what was up, so Alton decided to see what she had to say.

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Entity "Alton_Clef" terminated.
Attempting revival sequence...
Restoring latest backup...Done
Loading "Alton_Clef" archived memory banks...Done
huh?
Pinging entity "Alton_Clef"...Done
Alton couldn't feel anything. It was a sensation he hadn't felt ever before, this complete lack of anything. No sight, no sound, no touch, yet somehow, he was aware that something that felt like a silent voice was trying to get his attention. Alton would have felt nauseous at this surreal experience, if only he could feel much at all. He felt like he was in a dream; he lost his ability to move himself, but felt like he was being guided by something mysterious to carry this strange story forward.
Waiting for response...
'Who is there?' Alton found himself saying, or was he only thinking it out loud? Alton couldn't tell.
Entity response received. Loading shell...
Suddenly, Alton could see. He couldn't see anything, but he was sure he could actually see. Before his eyes, a pair of shoes materialized in front of him, which grew into a pair of ankles, and soon it was a pair of legs, with the bottom of a letterman jacket quickly following suit. Alton felt strange. The word "jacket" bounced around in his head, but didn't quite made a meaningful connection to anything. 'What is jacket?' Alton thought, still somewhat out of his mind.
Shell complete. Loading shell AI "Jacket"...Done
And then, something clicked. The man in front of him, he was Jacket, that guy from Hotline Miami. Why is he in this dream? Maybe Alton was playing too many video games before bed. Wow. Up close without all the pixels and flashy lights, Jacket looks horrible. Alton could feel a malevolent energy coursing through Jacket's body, just waiting to be set off.
Uploading "Alton_Clef" latest memory banks...Done.
"Wait a sec." Alton's memory finally started to kick in. He was Jacket. There were others. There was a wolf, and a fairy, and a guy with a gun, there were...10 of them? Alton strained his mind as memories started to resurface. The fight, the gunshot, the mind-switch, the bomb, "Holy crap the bomb. It killed me, killed us. Am I dead? Is this purgatory? Where are the others?" Alton looked around, as if the void held the answers to his questions. He did notice, however, that he had gotten some senses back. He could hear, he could feel his fingers again, and his vision was- NO!
Finalizing reconstruction. Preparing reinsertion.
Alton could see again, but only through the circular holes of a rooster mask. He looked down and was greeted by his hands covered by a pair of yellow jacket sleeves.
Reinserting in 10.
"No! Please! Don't put me in this body! Give me anything else, but not this!
Reinserting in 5.
"Please, I'm4.begging you! Whoever3.you are! Let me2.change this character!1.I don't want to go bReinserting...

...Done.

Alton refused to get up. He was in the phase of regaining consciousness, but was adamant to force himself back to that wonderful darkness that is anywhere but here.

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Erm, @Kafka Komedy, you are going to revive me at some point, right?

...right?

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I'm here, but Alton is currently dead, and I don't fancy writing a whole "I'm dead now" monologue for him.

Just a Harmless game?

I'm interested. Let's check out this OOC.

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Em, just so it's clear, Jacket/Alton is dead. So unless you've got a resurrection spell, you're out of luck.

P.S. Would not mind being resurrected at all. Being dead's weird.

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D-Did he just die?

@Cuccoruler

Basically, yeah. He's got one hit point and there's no way he's dodging that.