[Mafia] Mafia 27: Breaking Mafia

Right, let’s lynch this Heisenberg *.

 

She's scum. I can only give her so much leeway

 

* sake, seems I missed loads

 

Think I'll just call it a day at that

 

So mafia wins then?

 

No, * off ya zombie

 

"Nobody puts pervertie in the corner....."​

 

DAY 3

Marie knew it was the end. After all, she wasn't cut out for this life of crime. All she wanted anyway was to do what was best for her family.

Sure, she may have gotten a little carried away. Made a few...hundred...million. Maybe killed some people. But hey, you need to crack some eggs to make an omelette right?

She was perfectly calm as she walked towards Deebo, Keano, and Che, hands raised. She looked them in the eyes and simply said:


Marie was Walter White - Heisenberg Godfather

IT IS NOW NIGHT. SEND ME NIGHT ACTIONS​

 

Night 3


Idioteque made his way into the small house in the desert, gun drawn, walking freely and casually. He knew his target already, and honestly, what could he possibly do from a wheelchair?

When he threw open the door, he saw the old man in his usual spot, in front of the TV. He chuckled, and walked around front, blocking the screen. He knelt down to eye-level with Winter Time.

"Do you remember me, old man?"
*ding*
"Then I suppose you know why I'm here?"

Winter glared at him, his lower lip shaking with rage.

"Now that the other old man is out of the way, I plan to wipe any other trace of his legacy off the face of the Earth. Now, I know you won't go to the cops, but I need the satisfaction of putting you out of your misery."

Idio noticed Winter's quivering lip.

"Aww, are you scared, *?"

Winter's eyes grew wide
*ding**ding*

His lips began to spread into a sneer.
*ding**ding**ding**ding**ding**ding**ding**ding**ding*

Idio just then noticed the package on the wheel of the chair.
"NOOO BIIIITCH..."

The explosion echoed across the desert, with nobody to hear.

Idio was Jesse Pinkman - Heisenberg JOAT


Winter was Hector Salamanca - Cartel Bomb


MORE TO COME​

 

Night 3 continued


Che sat at his desk in the DEA office, working late again. Too many murders had been happening lately around ABQ. It was exhausting.

He thought he heard a door opening, but it was almost midnight - nobody should be here at this time. He put it down to imagination...until he saw a shadow against the frosted glass of his office door.

He didn't need to ask who was there before the intruders kicked through his door and let themselves in.

"Looks like the old man was right, looks like we found who that puta ratted to." they remarked. "Hey, gringo, heard you had a little chat recently with our former partner Tortuga. We thought you should know he's off on a verrrry long walk through the desert."

Che didn't break eye contact but began to slowly reach for the gun under his desk.

"You'd best stop moving that arm down amigo or this will end much quicker than it needs to," the man interjected.
"But, I guess it doesn't matter anymore at this point. You know what's about to happen. Regards, from Hector Salamanca."

They filled Che with lead.

Che was George Merkert - Town Cop of All Trades


MORE TO COME​

 

Night 3 Concluded


Scotia made his way into the state-of-the-art laboratory where Marie and Idio used to work together.
The man who called him was in his typical clean-pressed shirt and tie, and sitting patiently at the lab desk.

Scotia descended the stairs. "So I guess you're going to tell me that our business is concluded."
"I have no more associates," replied the man at the desk. "I have nobody to continue making me money. I have no more business here."

"Well, that's unfortunate," replied Scotia. "So what's your purpose in bringing me here?"

"Well, it is clear that I must move my operations elsewhere. And I need someone who can deal with getting his hands dirty. No doubt I will face some...difficulties...wherever I relocate."

"Sure," shrugged Scotia. "So, you need me to help get rid of this place?"
"That's right," replied the well-dressed man.
"Alright. Well, it may take me a while."
"That's no problem."

Scotia went and grabbed a can of gasoline, as the well-dressed man began to ascend the stairs. Scotia poured the gasoline around all the instruments, the records, the materials. Then he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and flicked a match, lighting the place up.

He ascended the stairs as the flames licked at his ankles, and tried to open the door.
But it was locked.

The well-dressed man watched him through the window with cold eyes as he pounded on the glass.
"You were not as trustworthy as I though you were," noted the well-dressed man, before he left the window.

Scotia was Mike Ehrmentraut - Heisenberg Strongman
​

 

IT IS NOW DAY 4

5 remain, 3 to lynch
Deadline tomorrow at 10pm
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Those are some good kills, scum killing scum in the first one.

The fact che is gone makes me think we have no protectors

 

*, didn’t want Che dead. I’m scoobied as to how many scum are left.

 

Aidan is town along with me and I know Eddie isn’t Heisenberg faction but wouldn’t be able to rule him out of being cartel... at least until have had a chance to re read thread.

 

Lots of deaths..

I roleblocked somebody last night and atm I trust them and probably Deebo.

 

At least one of Keano or bob is scum.

 

I roleblocked aiden last night

 

I think it's time for a mass character claim, also wouldn't be against a mass roleclaiming