A guilty silence hangs heavy in the air, like stale liverwurst…
So are you feeling an acute sense of deja vu, or what?
Why, I oughtta… [insert shake fist smiley here]
Hey, some of us are triumphant in our silence, not guilty! 
…man, that other boot *still *hasn’t fallen.
Still, it’s nice to finally conclude our impersonation of a cheap fiddle. Good game, you misbegotten wretches.
All right… can we end this bloody thing, now?
Daybreak.
The seventh Day begins.
Seven be the number of the Day – and of the remaining gladiators. As they logged in and prepared for the debate, they counted heads in the now-familiar ritual. As expected, there was one missing from their number. A quick rundown of the roll of names revealed the missing one was the Pieman – Darth Sensitive, aka Goldafar, a Lurker (Town) has lost his connection.
As the Townsmen looked around, they realised that one was not sitting with them. Rather, Hero from Sector 7G was standing out of their reach, grinning widely.
“You know,” he said “I didn’t expect that I’d like this place as much as I find I do. I had -” he paused as amrussell lurched to his feet, coiling to spring at him. Amr froze when he felt the touch of a gun muzzle on his neck. “Sit down” said a voice. Amrussell did so. He craned his neck slightly to see the gun in the hands of Boozahol Squid P.I.
“Thank you, FTDCFEYTUKGDRESWFDYTGF .” H7G said. “As I was saying, I had plans to turn this into a real fun place, training people to infiltrate other boards.
“Hey!”
Zsofia, producing a coil of silk rope, leapt at Hero. Unfortunately, she passed Hal Briston who expertly tripped her up. Hal pinioned Zsofia, disarmed her, picked her up and carried her back to her chair, where she was secured to the furnishings by her own rope.
“Thanks, Clark.” Seeing the quizzical looks on some faces, he grinned. “You don’t remember Clark Berlin then? He will be disappointed.
“Shall we get the other problem out of the way now, or would you like to get dumped on your backside like the others, Miss? I see our friend **Frivolous Ideas ** has anticipated you.” He looked at ok11. She, looking around, realised that Rapier42 had somehow got behind her while this was gong on, and had a cosh in one hand that he was lightly tapping in the palm of the other hand.
“Where was I? Oh yes.
“I like it here. Even vitriol gets boring after a while. You need a nice variety of people, or things get stale. This place needs a bit of shaking up. A change of top people. Once it’s had that, it can be business as usual, under new management. What do you reckon?”
He looked at the others, who all, one by one and with varying degrees of enthusiasm, nodded their heads.
“As the poet said.Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss”Mark Wit, at your service.
“Let the New Dope begin!”
YEAAAHHH!!!
… screamed Hal, as Boozahol leapt high into the air and thrashed madly as at an air guitar.
WOOHOO!!!
Ahhh, the old “Fake Detective” trick…gets 'em every time. 
::thrashes wildly to imaginary chords of Iron Maiden’s ‘Trooper’::
Go Team Scumzilla!
Sweet merciful crap, thank god it’s over.
I don’t have any fingernails left.
Hawkeye, you gonna give us the spoiler info, or what?
Well played, scum; nearly a perfect victory. I think I’m way too gullible for this game. 
Oh well, time to retreat back into lurk-mode.
ok11, please try again? Half the fun is learning how.
ok11, was this your first game?
I never would have known.
At last, my first victory as scum!
Definitely, ok11. You had some very good instincts in this game. A brand-spankin’ new player doesn’t often make it to endgame in our extended mafia family here… that means you played the part of a townie very well. That’d be a very useful skill should you ever wind up as scum.
Fun game guys.
Another game where I really sucked. 
I’m not very good at this game, I think. I kept arguing my gut out of what it thought.
Who’d you block/protect last night, Zsof? We had some WIFOM’ing on the scumboard about it.
Yeah Z, past couple nights really. We were worried.