Holy crap. Uh… it looks like… some stuff has happened. I’m just gonna… geez.
No vote from me today, as I don’t have nearly enough time to digest what’s happened these last couple of pages and make a useful contribution before the deadline.
I’m confused, and apparently always wrong.
…so you’re not even claiming? Unless I missed a previous claim, of course.
Feeling better about the lynch on you.
Sorry, but I just couldn’t go out withoput making a role claim. It’s the “in” thing these day, you know.
So here it goes…
I am Smitty.
So, which way to the gallows?
Uh-oh, now I’m starting to think Suburban Plankton is the only innocent citizen we’ve threatened to lynch all day, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t tried to roll-claim.
*And so the sun set on another day in Doperville. Today was a day of revelation and activity. Unlike the previous days, this one seemed to last longer, and tempers seemed cooler. Early on caution was exercised and reason employed.
The mistake from the previous day’s execution was too great to allow even a glimmer of hope into the now darkened hearts of the good people of Doperville. True, one mafia member had been killed, but what good had that done?! Not enough good to make up for the poor lost souls from the previous days.
As the day wore on it seemed as though nearly everyone in town had a special power. But how to know if any of them were telling the truth? No one was sure. The town voted to lynch person after person, each making person making a power claim, until they finally settled on two that seemingly had no powers.
In the end, they chose to put up Suburban Plankton for a lynching. He said little as he walked to the gallows (he’d had much to drink) and as the floor dropped out from under him the town was shocked to discover the truth…*
Suburban Plankton-Mafia has been lynched.
Get your night votes in. Night will last until 5pm PST on Wednesday or until all the votes are in, whichever comes first.
Also, I think I found an alternate for Smitty. I will let you know sometime during the night.
Yeah, that’s it. I’m innocent! Everybody unvote me now! But hurry, you’ve only got about 19 seconds left!
Aw crap. I was a minute too late. And I’m sure that last move would have saved me. Of course, now I’ve edited my post, so you’d have to kill me anyway.
THAT’S YOUR GOODBYE POST?!?
Oh well, hope you enjoyed it.
w00t! (That is the proper spelling, yes?) That makes two down, almost a quarter of the supposed 9 mafia. But, um, enough of that, off to the bar! (Other than the bar and the old Masonic Lodge and the docks, do we have anything else in this town? No wonder our main entertainment is killing each other…)
Well thank god. We, the town, actually got one.
Tequila for all!
Woooooohoooooooooooooooooooo!
Drinks are on me everybody!!!
I expect this will be a long night, as the mobsters have much to discuss. 
Can I have rum instead?
And Blue Lagoons too! I’m feeling festive-like!
“No milkshake until after you’ve finished your tequila young lady” - Futurama
I knew not ordering my own drink was a good idea! Enjoys the free drinks I bet the scum are busy as beavers after a dam-wrecking flood. Sucks to be them, eh? They don’t get to drink themselves into senseless stupors like the cool people!
Only mafia would un-implicates themselves like that! *glares at Kivvik
Haha, just kiddin’ around buddy. Let’s get hammered!
Great googly moogly - We got one!
Barkeep, gimme one of each!
Woo Hoo!
Whooo!!! We finally guessed right!
Itsh kivvik, buddy! Dun know who this Kivvik be. But hey, I’ll bet Jose Cuervo knows! Or… whoever makes whatever is in a BLue Lagoon.
Fine, but I want a strawberry daiquiri afterwards, then.
downs the tequila
whew I was nervous about that one, being a last minute substitution.
Let’s see what shakes out tonight.