[Mafia] Mafia 46 - Tarantino world - Watch yer self fella

Oft wow that was tight

 

So what is @obafgkmlt and how did he know Keano was lying ?

 

VOTE: KEANO then

 

*.

I can’t believe we have two cops.

 

I’m Django. Not saying my role yet.

 

In case I don't make it tonight remember Sean Mac is also Scum

 

Well that's utter nonsense.

Remember this later in the game people if Tim is in after I die!

Read through my posts and see that I've been consistent throughout.

 

Nonsense.

 

Fair enough

 

* off ya scummy *...

 

Someone ready to die with me?

 

Majority Reached
No More Posting ​

 

Deebo X1 - JC Anton
DazzaX1 - Keano
Keano X10 - Dazza - Deebo - Vertie - Pablo - Bob - Johnny D - Sean - Scotia - Tim

Keano is Dead - Write up coming very shortly... Those with night actions start having a think

 

No we dont we have me and whatever you are

 

Day 2
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A great start for the Town with no one being killed during the night, riddle me this riddle me that who’s more likely to suck on a hairy *? Those were the exact thoughts going through Scotia’s head as the town celebrated a great first night, but there was work yet to do, who were the people that went after Sean?

Dazza was muted in the corner, it looked like he was mulling over something very important, Bob went over to see what he was mulling over along with Vertie who was putting his finger up his * before licking it and seeing which was the wind was blowing, “The wind is blowing East West today!” Vert shouted, “Shut up you Gangrene infested plant pot, how the * can the wind go East West?” Obaf shouted, anyway as Bob and Vertie walked over to Dazza they saw that his big decision was actually that he had just put a bet on a Greyhound to win and had a cash out of 23p from a 12p stake, “Profits profit lads” Dazza said, “Erm Dazza your * Greyhound isn’t even racing and its called Two N A Half Legs, surely you’d be better letting it run even though technically it cant because if got TWO AND A HALF * LEGS” Bob shouted at Dazza. Dazza was upset at Bob shouting and replied “OKAY BOB KEANO IS * MAFIA OKAY? HAPPY NOW, * ENGLISH *, DON’T YOU HAVE A ROYAL GINGER NUT BABY TO GO HOME AND * OVER OR ARE YOU TOO BUSY STEALING BLIND PEOPLES * WIGS AND PUTTING THEM ON STATUES?” That didn’t make much sense but what did make sense was Dazza saying Keano was Mafia!

At that Town came alive! Keano sat up and pulled two guns and a badge out out, “woah woah woah, im the * town cop here chaps” he stated nervously, “Keano that’s one of those badges that you win at Gypsy Fairs when you catch a rubber Duck” Sean said to him and at that Sean pulled out a sock with a blade attached to the end of it and sliced behind Keanos legs forcing him to the floor, the rest of the town bar Marie ran over and begin smacking the * into Keano with Eddie nibbling on his toes, Springtime often carried a potato peeler around with him and began to slice bits of Keanos stomach away and while he did it he dipped the long bits of skin into some BBQ sauce he brought along and began to eat Keano in front of him, Deebo was wet willying him in the ear while Che thought * this * I cant be arsed waiting and got a rope which had blade sown into it, he and others lifted Keano up and took him to a near by tree where Johnny Dogs was waiting, they tied the noose and prepared to put it around Keano, “If you have any last words Keano, now’s the time” Johnny said, “Wait if you don’t hang me ill tell you the rest of my team,” Keano shouted in agony and Tim Time was shooting aids infested conquers at him but un opened conquers so they had * spikey aids bits all over the spot, Keano prepared to tell them the rest of his team when the dumb * slipped and ended up hanging him self, the blade infested rope slashed through his skin and Keano was beheaded”…….. A sorry death.


Keano was……





























Mafia Framer- Stephen!!!!!!!

Mafia Framer is were he could choose one person each night and if the cop investigated them they would come back as scum!

All Night Actions Into me by 10.30 AM Tomorrow Morning...​

 

Reveal coming shortly....

 

Night 2...
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After Sean’s fortunate escape Marie decided to take her pint of Stella and go home, she hated the site of people with Irish names and Sean was about as Irish namey as it gets. Marie remembered that there was a special TV show about the new royal baby on so she stumbled back to her house and turned the TV on. As she sat there looking upon Predator and her fella Prince Harry, Marie noticed a mark on her TV, as she walked over to examine it she began to cough more violently and a load of mucas came flying out of her mouth onto the floor, she rushed to get another swig of Stella to clear her throat and as she necked the rest of her pint the coughing got worse, as did the taste… Marie looked at the bottom of her pint glass, there were slug pellets in it! Marie started to feel feint and as she tried stumbling for help she slipped over her spat out mucus and went head first into her 1970’s box TV, her head smashed through the TV screen and as her head fell the remaining bits of glass from the TV slashed through her throat, just as that was happening the 2 and a half legged dog which has absolutely no real relevance to this game came along and took a jobby on Marie as she bled and choked to death, the dog saw Marie’s sick and Dogs * love eating sick so it ate that up and then also collapsed because it had 2 and a half legs and because Maries sick obvs contained slug pellets and the dog died, stupid *. Marie also died, her stella had been poisoned and she was poisoned to death on the first night!




Marie was….


































Six-Horse Judy! Vanilla Townie!!!









We aint done…


Despite the successful lynch, the loss of Marie had hit town hard as she was a staunch townie and member of the WATT group (We Are The Townies). Tim felt the death of Marie harder than most considering she made him pancakes for breakfast each morning, little did Tim no the golden syrup dressing Marie put on them for him was 0 Cal and full of adertives instead, not good. Tim was sat at home, it was another cold night with the rain dripping off the window ledge onto the floor, drip, drop, drip, drop, Tim found the sound of the rain soothing, what he didn’t find soothing was the smell of * coming from his bathroom, “I’m sure I flushed that * jobby earlier” Tim muttered to himself… Tim went off to check the bathroom when he walked in and saw a fella in a leather jacket with a cop outfit on and a white t shirt underneath, “OH *” Tim shouted as he tried to run and get his weapon but the man tackled him to the floor and knocked him out.


Tim awoke naked bent down in a gimp mask * clamped open, “I hope you don’t mind Tim, I took the liberty of shaving your * for you as I like to go in extra dry” the man said and he stuck his * in some sand, Tim obviously wasn’t too impressed and tried shouting for help but it was no use, the man went in behind and started buming Tim, “Yes, Yes are you * enjoying this as much as I am????”, the man stopped and said “* how are you talking Tim how has ur gimp mask came off” and he stuck it back on. This time the man used some sand paper and a condom and went back into Tim *, after another 30 seconds of sanding Tims * crack the man took a tube out and got a gerbil and stuck the tube up Tims *, along with the Gerbil… Tim screamed as the gerbil went inside Tims * and found its way into his intestines and starting eating them out, meanwhile the man got some deep heat, sticky tape and a * massive knife, he put some deep heat on the knife and then stuck the knife to his toe before booting Tim’s * so much it began to look like Japans flag only all wet and soggy, meanwhile the Gerbal had reached Tims stomach and was eating some of those pancakes Marie had made for him earlier earlier, the man finally whispered in Tims ear a final word, “Z” and at that the man went behind Tim one last time and booted him in his chest.


Tim died of inhaling too much Deep Heat, the gerbil did too……








Tim was…..




































Mr Orange! Town Cop!!!



Sorry @Marie & @Tim-Time 1888 your both dead, will be added to dead thread shortly....

 

Day 3 Begins a little earlier so you can all sleep upon that knowing you will probably die in a similar way

15 Remain
8 to lynch
Deadline is Friday 9PM
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@JC Anton
@Scotia
@Seán Mac D
@CheGuevara

 

@Deebo
@borobob
@Mr. Slippyfist
@Vertie