Maybe it should be a family game!
Sure, cause nothing says “family” like lynching, werewolves and killing.
But then you guys would all know how boring I am!
“Heart rate is up, is there a woman at his place? Oh, never mind. He just saw a funny dog video.”
I tried to tell ya! Didn’t I try to tell ya…?!
MOD NOTE
Night Phase rolls on. The Night 2 will end on Saturday at 2pm EDT. If you have abilities, please send them in by that time.
Only if it also involves mandatory plethysmograph monitoring. 
Well, of course, that speaks volumes.
Prof., I’d like you to know that took me a few seconds to process.
Nicely done sir, nicely done…
And closing in on Day!
As I’ve probably said ad nauseam, (SDMB spell-check doesn’t like that, and I don’t know why - I’m pretty sure the correct spelling is -seam) Town caught a big break early. Let’s bag some scum.
No strategy until tomorrow, so I’ll bide my time best as I can.
Madame P. and I are going to be visiting a friend at the hospital, so I probably won’t be around at 2 p.m. FYI.
Yikes, hope all is OK with your friend.
MOD NOTE
Night 2 has ended. Narrative following.
Night 2 - Downtown NYC
The sun slowly began to set over the New York City skyline. People were making their way home from their everyday jobs, hailing cabs, taking the subway - anything to take them away from the grind. One man in particular walked amongst them as a tourist, visiting a friend who lived in the city.
“Don’t worry, Jenny, I’ll be coming back home tomorrow. We’ve already been over this,” John Matrix said with a smile on his face. “Come on, this is Daddy talking here. Trust me … Ok, now give Cindy a hug for me. She’ll take good care of you … I love you too. Bye bye.”
As he ended the call and continued his way down into the subway terminals, he decided to make another call to check on his flight for tomorrow. He ducked into a far corner to be out of the way, but before he could make the call, he was grabbed from behind in a fierce choke hold. The grip was strong, but he managed to drive his elbows into his unseen attackers gut, causing the grip to loosen. He grasped the mans arm and wrenched him over his shoulder, slamming the man onto the ground.
“Who the hell are you?!” exclaimed John.
Karl had already recovered from the throw and had pulled out his gun and aimed it at John’s face.
“Your death,” he said, pulling the trigger.
Mosier was killed. He was John Matrix (Commando) / Town aligned
The wooded park on the edge of town was getting dark and therefore deserted at this time of night. Sitting alone in a clearing, Martin Riggs was shaking. His visit with the therapist had brought out much more past traumas than he was prepared for. His thoughts of loss and suicide had begun to creep back out, no matter how hard he tried to sway them. He looked down at his hand that trembled as it held a somewhat loose grip on his pistol.
“Jesus Christ lady … did ya have to … did ya have to bring it all up? All of it … why? Why?! WHY?!”
He rubbed his hand up and down his thigh, trying to wipe the cold sweat away from his palm. He sat there rocking back and forth, mumbling to himself.
“I can’t … I can’t do this … she’s gone … why is she … why … AAARGH! Come on Marty, fuck it, man, you can get through this. Come on now …”
As he sat there trying to recover from the downward spiral, he heard the sound of someone approaching him from behind. In his state of grief and madness, he never even gave himself a chance to think before he turned and fired his gun.
John McClane had been watching the man in the park for a minute or so before he decided to see what his problem might be. He could see the poor guy was upset, but he didn’t have the look of a usual depressed and homeless drunk liked he was used to seeing this time of night.
He approached the man and was just opening his mouth to ask if he was okay, when the man turned and fired a gun. John never had a chance to move being as close as he was. The bullet pierced his throat and he went down, struggling to breathe.
The shooter got up and saw that John was down and then he spotted the police badge on a chain around his neck. The man groaned and spun around, holding his hands to his head, frantic and distraught. As John lay dying, the man hesitated for a moment, then ran out of the park, stopping only for a second to toss his gun into the East River.
Plumpudding has been killed. He was John McClane (Die Hard) / Town aligned Cop
Hans hung up the phone with Theo who had just called to tell him he had finished his task for the night. Just as he was putting it back into his jacket, the phone rang again. He opened the line and answered.
“Yes, Karl … He’s dead? … Good. Very good. This time you did not disappoint me. Now I believe I have some good news myself that just came across the police scanner. It’s very fortunate news for us … I’ll tell you more when you return.”
He ended the call and smiled, chuckling to himself at his new good fortune.
It is now Day 3. There are 4 votes required for a lynch. The day will end on Monday at 7pm EDT. Your suspects are :
- Hooker Chemical
- Sario
- Mahaloth
- Sangfroid
- Prof. Pepperwinkle
- Sangfroid
- Astral Rejection
Play on, players!!
Perhaps this is a really stupid move, but I do have information to share that may help us. First, I’ll claim and hopefully remove myself from most of your suspicions. I guess Dante doesn’t like it and I will abide by not posting my role pm.
I’m Jack Burton, Town aligned Follower. I can watch people at Night and see what they do. I don’t learn their target. I’m from Big Trouble in Little China, apparently.
The first Night, I watched an individual who commuted someone. I can go into more details if we deem this wise. It’s kind of like a roleblock.
The second Night, I watched someone who roleblocked.
I don’t know if those are both likely to be Town roles, but I can reveal more about who they are if we decide it is wise. If we deem both to be Town and me as well, it should reduce our pool quite a bit. However, I’m not sure both are town.
Again, maybe this was stupid, but it is a small game I hate dying with information. I would have liked to wait one more cycle, but death is imminent with such a small pool off people.
Aaaaargh!
Plum and Mosier?
Assuming three scum and four town, Mahaloth is right. There is no time left for secrets.
I am Frank Martin, the Transporter, who commuted Astral Rejection to safety the first Night, and misguessed the target on the second.
I’m pretty sure WF Tomba should be on there instead of one of the sangfroids.
Dammit, yeah, sorry. Thanks for that.
So wait, ya mean I’m not perfect. Damn! All this time I’ve been telling myself otherwise.
Corrected!
It is now Day 3. There are 4 votes required for a lynch. The day will end on Monday at 7pm EDT. Your suspects are :
- Hooker Chemical
- Sario
- Mahaloth
- WF Tomba
- Prof. Pepperwinkle
- Sangfroid
- Astral Rejection
Play on, players!!
Mahaloth, please give us the rest of the info. Assuming 3 scum, if we mislynch toDay, Town loses.
And, BTW, great job with the narration, Dante!
Yeah, actually he’s in the rehab area connected to the hospital and will be going home in a couple of weeks, but he’s bored, so…
He’s bored huh? Then tell him to get on the SDMB. There’s always something entertaining!