Dawn of Day 7
That morning all was silent as the four surviving members exited their tents. In the center of camp, next to the fire pit, was the JaguarCutie224's body. Their throat had been slit. The Master appeared before the group, next to the cold and stiff body. Nodding to two of the survivors, he took the body and vanished.
-JaguarCutie224.
Social Butterfly, also known as Cookie, was killed by the mafia
-It's two mafia to two town with one neutral
Players: @
Ghostray @
MagykalWagykal @
TheNightDancer @
Crumbleless
Spectators: @
GilatheHybrid @
Epioth @
CrystalBones @
Moonbeams @
Cognitive @
StormDreamer @
Tristess @
Nerasis @
Tanglefire @
PurpleHibiscus @
kaymontacell @
Kyumileo @
JaguarCutie224
End of Game
The living reaper and ghost grinned at having succeeded in gotten their revenge. True, they didn't get to kill everyone, some had been claimed directly by the Master. However, they lead to the deaths of a majority of the people here. So overall a success. Just two more people to kill.
MagykalWagykal was pacing at the edge of the camp, agitated that they had not managed to sniff out the mafia. They knew they would be killed soon but there wasn't much to do until then except reflect. All they could do was prepare for the inevitable and face death with courage.
Two shadows appeared at the edge of their vision and they turned to face them. The two figures approached, growing clearer until MagykalWagykal was able to identify them and call them by name. "Ghostray and TheNightDancer. So it was you. You both were mafia. Could've fooled me and, well, I guess you did. Good job, I suppose." The ghost and reaper lowered their heads in respect. "You did well. Almost caught us a couple times. Unfortunately, we can not let anyone walk free. Everyone who was neutral died so no one escapes this time." Understanding, MagykalWagykal gave a faint smile. "Then get it over with." The pair approached and swiftly snapped their neck. "Farewell. Perhaps we'll see you on the other side."
Crumbleless stood directly outside their tent, waiting. When Ghostray and TheNightDancer approached, they rushed over to them. "I helped you. I didn't tell them you were the ones behind this all. Can I get my reward now?" Laughing, the pair exchanged a malicious and mischievous glance. Ghostray placed a hand on Crumbleless's shoulder. "See, we lied. There is no reward for you but death. No traitor deserves to live and walk free." Fearful, they asked in a nervous voice. "But you promised." TheNightDancer approached from behind them. "There is no mercy for traitors." Taking their sharp claw-like nails, they stabbed Crumbleless through the heart. "But you said-" Their words were cut off by blood spilled from their mouth. Going limp, their body slumped to the ground. Slowly, the light vanished from their eyes, a mournful look on their face. Once again, the blood of a traitor seeped into the ground, never to be washed away.
The Master exited the forest. "Well done. You managed to win. However, you unfortunately allowed two of your own to be killed. Oh well, at least I got more souls to add collection out of this." As the Master turned away, Ghostray spoke up. "Um, sir, if I may ask a question. Who, exactly, was Zosimus?" Turning back to them, a mischievous grin on his face, he responded. "You see, I am. I thought it would fun to add some extra chaos to the game."