Mafia 78- The Gunslinger Returns...The Play
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Well Hay the town is going to weigh in for you to invest Pap. There's really no other call. If we shoot you and you're innocent then Pap is the person that needs to be known. There is always the possability that he is scum but it's too risky to shoot him on a possability. Even if you investigate him and tell us his scum we probbaly won't belive you, but at least you will know, and since you won't die if shot as an an innocent you can then end the game by shooting Pap. If he shows innocent, we know Ice is innocent, Tay I'm certain of - her exchange with Kash got a little too intense for distancing, the same can be said for G, my read on Js and Rich are likely innocent, so in my mind if it's not you it almost has to be Pap. You know whether or not it's you, so if it's not I would invest Pap if I were you. I don't see any other reasonable play.
As another day rolls by in the dusty outback town of ACville, Haydn wanders up to the mayoress' office. He walks in and sees labby sitting at her gold lined work desk. He slowly creeps in and asks "I want to know my true identity". She stands up and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "I'm sorry Haydn, but ever since you were adopted out, you were involved with mafia scumbags, therefore you yourself are a goon". Haydn shudders and walks outside sobbing, little did he know but the infamous gunslinger Chill was ear-dropping through the mayoress' window, over hearing the whole conversation. He loads his gun, aims and hits Haydn just above the collar, through the neck.
Haydn dies a quick and painless death.
The end!
Well done town! We thought we had you after day one but everything changed. A great game by all. Congratulations!!!
Haydn dies a quick and painless death.
The end!
Well done town! We thought we had you after day one but everything changed. A great game by all. Congratulations!!!
The sun rises on Chill face down in the dirt. Judging by the large number of empty bottles scattered around it's probably safe to assume he celebrated a bit too hard last evening. His dreams of G are rudely interupted by something cold and wet against his face. Squinting up he sees his trusty steed - Trigger of course - nudging him awake
Pulling his aching frame upright he examines the poor animal who was last seem fleeing when Wiz's shot hit him. Pulling out his bowie knife he gently works Wiz's slug from Trigger's hindquarter. The slug was just under the skin, nothing more than a flesh wound, but to avoid infection Chill takes out his flask, takes a swig, then pours a small amount on the wound. Man I must love that horse he thinks as he watches the precious amber liquid dripping to the ground.
Taking the slug over to the fire under his still, Chill melts it down, and reshapes it as he plans to to return it to it's rightful destination. After his work is complete he holds it up to light, examines it closely and once sastified he puts the new bullet in his revolver and spins it in place.
Pulling his aching frame upright he examines the poor animal who was last seem fleeing when Wiz's shot hit him. Pulling out his bowie knife he gently works Wiz's slug from Trigger's hindquarter. The slug was just under the skin, nothing more than a flesh wound, but to avoid infection Chill takes out his flask, takes a swig, then pours a small amount on the wound. Man I must love that horse he thinks as he watches the precious amber liquid dripping to the ground.
Taking the slug over to the fire under his still, Chill melts it down, and reshapes it as he plans to to return it to it's rightful destination. After his work is complete he holds it up to light, examines it closely and once sastified he puts the new bullet in his revolver and spins it in place.
Brushing the dust from his clothes Chill strolls over to Labby's office, as he approaches he hears the conversation between Hay and Labby. As Haydn burst through the door Chill draws and fires. Sending Wiz's bullet home to rest in Haydn's neck. His shot is quick and merciful he takes no joy in this death.
He steps over Hay's lifeless body and enter the office. He unbuckles his belt and hands Wiz's gun back to Labby. Wordlessly he heads to boot hill and pours the contents of his flask on Wiz's grave. One last drink for his old friend who can now rest easy knowing the town is safe again. At least till nest time.
Good game all. Nice play Hay.
He steps over Hay's lifeless body and enter the office. He unbuckles his belt and hands Wiz's gun back to Labby. Wordlessly he heads to boot hill and pours the contents of his flask on Wiz's grave. One last drink for his old friend who can now rest easy knowing the town is safe again. At least till nest time.
Good game all. Nice play Hay.
