Heh. When it looked like we weren’t going to get a majority, I was set to vote for you 
Off to the new-fangled games forum with you!
WOOT!
Found it!
Management has reached a decision regarding associate faithfool. While decisions like this are always difficult they are occasionally necessary. A deadline was set and specific goals delineated. Unfortunate circumstances are not necessarily exculpatory circumstances. The commitment management has made to all associates to stand by the rules for adequate performance in this arena must be met. As much leeway was given as was possible in this situation.
We regret to announce that faithfool a loyal associate, has been terminated.
Remaining associates:
Hawkeyeop
Pleonast
and
Rysto
Management apologizes for disturbing your evening. Enjoy the Night.
Steven
So Game over?
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Why would you need to edit three dots?
Hopefully the quiet non-bolded user “and” will vote correctly tomorrow. If he’s not killed tonight.
You can’t completely delete a post. I’m quite annoyed by the out come of this game and originally expressed my displeasure less than politely. But, I decided to bite my tongue until I read the off board explanation.
Gotcha. Maybe the remaining scum will agree with you and no lynch, so the game isn’t decided by a modkill. You should still play the new game though. What fun is mafia if I can’t accuse you of being scum.
Figures. Good game, everyone. This was the first game I’ve lasted until the end.
Dawn post is coming soon. I am letting MTGman write this one since I just haven’t had time to write color the last few weeks.
What happened to soon?
Interesting real-life coincidence: I was just volunteered to go to a week-long management training course at a resort location. If we get spooky visions, I will know what to do!
You also know what to do if management wastes your time in pointless meetings or frustrates your career goals. 
Not sure, I will check in with the man himself. Otherwise I will write a dawn of my own in the morning.
Kill everyone?
The moon shone bright overhead. Everyone relaxed. With no clouds and the cool air there were perfect conditions to view the total lunar eclipse. The Earth’s penumbra began to slide over the moon as if a red, cancerous growth were devouring it. As the last sliver of bright white gave way to red and the eclipse entered totality there was a sudden shift. For two of you there was a sudden new perspective. Everyone had seen through someone else’s eyes in the past, but this was different. All the other visions had happened with the rising of the sun, this moontime shift was new, and with the bloodred moon you could feel the ominous portents building.
You rose from your chair, or at least you felt like you did. Two bodies remained inert and three consciousnesses looked out through the same pair of eyes. The visions again. How you cursed them. Wiping out these sheep was supposed to be simple. Those damn visions had given evidence of you and your associates actions and made what should have been easy much more difficult. It wasn’t quite fair of the universe to stack the deck against you like that, but here you were, at the end, and triumphant. Your fallen comrades would be avenged and the final associates terminated.
A moment passed, or maybe it was a lifetime. During that time the gestalt solidified. Every living mind within the monestary shared everything with each other, through the focus of the killer’s mind. Life’s lessons. Life’s disappointments. Loves, and losses. A spiritual bonding on a level previously completely unsuspected, but still somehow familiar. As if this was how humans were meant to relate to each other, or how they could at the ultimate end of evolution. All shared, all understood, all accepted, all forgiven. Everyone was more than what they were a moment ago.
But some things still hadn’t changed.
With the resigned step of a man late for a dentist’s appointment, you stalked towards your first victim. One third of your shared consciousness recognized it’s own face and tears flowed, but it was no longer possible to tell which eyes they flowed from. Were they the desperate tears of a victim unable to halt his doom? Were they the tears of joy from the killer at finally accomplishing his task? Were they tears from another associate, overwhelmed with guilt for failing to prevent the extermination of his teammates? Moments later the gestalt was made up of only two.
You straightened up and flexed your weary hands. Strangulation is much easier with a garotte or using your forearm. You’ll keep that in mind if you ever need to kill somone again. This time you were taking the easy route. You dragged the lawnchair, with your final victim helplessly watching everything from your own vantage pont, to the wide platform over the sheer drop. From then it was the simplest thing in the world to push the front legs over the edge and let gravity do the rest.
They say a fall from great height kills the victim before they hit the ground. Heart failure is the reputed cause. Half of the gestalt knew that was not true. Through the killer’s cold eyes you watched your own body slowly tumble end over end until, with a shock like you’ve never felt before, or will again, the end came.
The moon passed through the Earth’s shadow and began to resume its bright white glow. Just a sliver, but it was enough to weaken the spell. You knew it would end soon, and you now knew why the monks built this place. The visions of death were wondrous, unique even. The ability to share minds and survive to bond with your fellows afterwards would have made them the strongest religious sect within miles. Every lunar eclipse they would literally merge minds and all would emerge changed and united in their purpose, having become closer than brothers born.
Had the CEO known of what would happen during the lunar eclipse? Was that his motive for bringing everyone to this haunted place? If so he hadn’t had the courage to stick it through to this wondrous end. No one who lived through this experience would ever look at any other human quite the same way again.
Standing alone in the courtyard, next to the stiffening corpse of Rysto…
Pleonast smiled.
Enjoy,
Steven
Check out the scum boards and the off site spoiler boards here
Give me 5 minutes to unhide them and take off the passwords.
Nice game scum. You earned this win.
YES! Anarchy! Death to the corporation!! w00t!