Roles list:
3 mafia
1 cop
1 medic
1 role blocker
1 commuter

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May the odds be ever in your favour.

Players:

sure I guess I'll join

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The shadows of the night hide our mafia as they lurk through town seeking their kill. They find him working late in the peanut butter factory feeding peanuts into the nut masher. Whitty Whit felt himself being push toward the masher. Not wanting to end up like the peanut butter, he chooses to fight back. An epic battle of great proportions took place in among all the machines. But in the end, the mafia pushed him into a big vat of creamy peanut butter. The Role Blocker drowned in the sticky gold goodness.

Town you know what to do.

This just got compicated..... There's like, no clue.

Blitz bolted through the streets. And then burned half the street trying to stop when he saw Whitty Whit dead.
Blitz rushed to the Town Center and clanged the bell.

~JCGJ~ was walking toward the Town Hall for the day's events, pack in hand, when he heard the bell ringing. He walked in, climbed up in the bell tower, and saw Blitz frantically ringing the bell. "Dude, calm down," He said to Blitz. "Just come join me downstairs in the main meeting hall, and we'll wait for the others."

JC walked back down to the meeting hall and began setting up his "station."

"Let's see..." He mumbled to himself as he pulled things out of his backpack. "I've got my chair, mini-fridge, microwave oven... Aha! Here we go; Camping stove."

He began making S'mores over the stove. "It's not quite like a bonfire, but they won't let me build fires in here..." He explained, to no one in particular.

He reached behind his ear, and grabbed the toothpick he had stashed there earlier. "Now we just wait for people to arrive..."

*Shtakji runs in breathlessly* "I heard..the..bell. What happened?"
*Blitz wordlessly hands her the morning paper* "Why, that's terrible! What kind of nut could have done this?"

(Here's the list of players)

Tikvah was eating when she heard the bell. Stuffing the last of her doughnut into her mouth, she dashed out on to the porch, only to slip on the morning paper. As she scrambled to her feet, the front page headline caught her eye. She picked it up and looked at the picture of the one who had been killed last night. So That's what the bell is about. I've heard of this sort of thing, but I did think I would be part of it She stuffed the newspaper in her pocket and run to the town hall.
"What has happened so far?" she asked, a man making what looked like S'mores over a little camp stove. "Do you know who is guilty?"

KF walked into the room and sat down. He then proceeded to eat an English Muffin and watch Monk.

Woody woke up, poured himself some Honey Bunches of Oats(of the almond variety), and proceeded to sit down in front of his television(like any good lazy American should). He flipped the channel to the news(He had to find out everything bad that had happened in the world). When he did this, he saw a disturbing sight. A peanut butter covered corpse. Hmm... he thought. He went over to the cupboard and grabbed some peanut butter, and spooned some onto his cereal(Any good News watcher has to have his disgusting combinations of food, right?). He sat back down in front of the TV(Who could resist finding out the dirt on why this man had been killed in peanut butter(What a heavenly way to die(Woody loved Peanut Butter))). When he returned, he heard two names. And those two names made him freeze. "Whitty Whit, a citizen of the Town of Odyssey, was killed last night, presumably by the Bones of Rath". Woody rushed out the door, then came back in, grabbed his cereal, and went back out.

Yeah, I'm just here..... this is my first time

"Do I know who is guilty? Nope. Not at all." JC said, talking around the toothpick in his mouth.
"The only people who know who's guilty are the guilty party themselves.
Not much has happened so far. Someone was killed, I came to watch (and perhaps participate in) the day's debating/voting/lynching... And by "debating," I mean a bunch of yelling and screaming and name calling.
Anyway... The name's ~JCGJ~, by the way, but you can call me JC.
Want a S'more?"

Tikvah couldn't think of eating. "It's a pleasure to meet you, JC. And no, I couldn't eat a thing." she shuddered. "But should we get started? maybe," she paused. "Since he was drowned in the peanut butter factory vat, we should look at the people who work there?"

*pokes nose in*

*voice speaks from above*

You peeps should get on with voting and stop making so much small talk before day ends

Alrighty I'll start this off so we get going.

Vote: ~JCGJ~

"Of course." JC said. "The guy with the S'mores is always the first to go...
I believe we've discussed the foolishness of voting out experienced (and active) players without any apparent evidence to go on... Have we not?"
*sigh*
"Anyway, to even it out, I'll vote for one of the current inactive players (with the help of Random.com), considering I really have absolutely no leads at this point."

Vote: Tron

"No, we haven't discussed it. Maybe you are casting votes a little hurriedly?" Tikvah shrugged. "But then, I am just newcomer, but still, I think I will

VOTE: ~JCGJ~

Because he has been fairly active, and he is also appears to be unconcerned about the death."

Blitz thinks for a second. "Yeah JCGJ is a good choice. To nonchalant about the killings."
Vote-JCGJ

Jehoshaphat runs in hoping he isn't too late. He reads up on what everyone has been doing and starts thinking about who to vote for. I oppose killing JCGJ because he is an experienced player and we cannot win if we only have new players. I think we should follow bookworms strategy kill off inactive people. With that...
Vote:Bradley