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Edinburgh Manor (Mini Phalla) Day 6: Mafia and Princess Victory!
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Hmm, so we've been ordered to the !Attic? Ok, seems good enough for me.
AkimboLegs is coatailing because he is a mafioso.
And lets all go to the Attic lets all go to the attic, lets all go to the attic and get ourselves a snack! :whistle:
Cayrus should be grudged for removing the source of drinks
at this party. What ever made you think that was a good idea?
...provided we can foinds the brandy. And a glass...
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Thats hardly narrow.
Im fresh out of those.
What are those three little human figures in the top by the in the little room in the attic?
You have to fight through some bad days, to earn the best days of your life.
D:
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Mafia buddies: Since you only act when Im asleep for some dumbass reason now is your time to act!
I'm not happy about this, but I guess I'll vote for !SLyM, if for on other reason than not to be a hypocrite following the game discussions in the Sandman Phalla.
the votes are correct, I wasn't as up to date on location changes because it was a landslide and doesn't really matter.
Madam, I am none of those things. And I take offense to your accusation!
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Oh no! Alas, I was referring to the people things that were pointed out to be creepily grouped together in the attic. Not you at all! UNLESS, are you telling me something here???
I declare once more, I am but a simple villager, lured here by the hopes of being able to provide my family with the life I always dreamed of
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So, !SLyM is off hook, and I guess !Bedlam is the call.
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!Bedlam is accused of causing too much bedlam.
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A trap in the attic
Attic
Day 2
The townspeople were beyond exhausted. They were spending another day in this house, and there was a killer amongst them! That poor bartender, stabbed to death. And then there was that rat catcher. Or was he a ferryman? In any case, people were on edge. It didn’t take long at all before they began to turn on each other. Some of the theories were feasible. Believable, in fact. But then others were solely based on paranoia and idiocy. One man looked less worried than the rest. Another looked almost too worried. Then there was the woman whose hat was on the wrong way round. What was she playing at? Finally, the shouting and the finger pointing zeroed in on one man. He was minding his own business.
The Palace Guard wore a firmly pressed, royal blue suit. Golden rosettes were sewn on the lapel, and he displayed a small, golden pin in the shape of a crown. These details were lost on the townspeople, unfortunately, for they were too busy smashing his head into the kitchen floor with brass pots, kettles, and other implements. That’s odd. Bedlam must have been here for the Prince. Was the Princess here too? Too bad they never found each other.
The townspeople finally calmed themselves and tried to formulate a plan. Where would they go from here? They could hear the noises again. This time, they seemed to be coming from far above them. It sounded like someone was building something. They tried to drown them out while they thought things through. It wasn’t long before almost everyone agreed that the attic was the best place to go, so they made their way up there.
One by one, the townspeople made their way up into the attic. It was dark and stuffy up there, but they oddly felt safer than they had been downstairs. They began to look around for something to comfort them, perhaps a place to finally get some sleep. Everyone knew that sleep was doubtful, however.
Over in one corner of the room, the veterinarian approached a large, wooden chest. It looked cleaner than everything else up here; the thick layer of dust was recently disturbed. Still, he thrust open the chest to look inside and doubled back. A mechanical click sounded, and a thick plume of black smoke issued forth. jdarksun tried to turn away, but it was too late. The poisonous gases seeped into his lungs and made quick work of his organs. Tiny, microscopic razor blades made their way through his veins.
The mastermind was talking to a small, wiry fellow in the corner of the room. The rest of the townspeople were making their way up into the attic, but some had reason to wait behind. At least until things calmed down.
“Has it been done?”
“O'course it's been done. And they're 'eadin' straight for it this time. Never know wot 'it ‘em.”
“Good. Now get up there and make sure works.”
He turned around and faced a woman in a chair. Her arms were tied behind her back, and a third man stood behind her with his arms crossed.
“I know you,” said the mastermind. “I’ve seen your show. Fancy bit of tricks you’ve taught yourself. I especially like the one where you fool the audience into thinking that one man is really another.”
“Let me go!” she screamed back.
“I can’t have you going around pulling that stunt in here, now can I?”
“But you don’t understand!” the woman sounded desperate.
The mastermind turned on his heel and began to walk away. As he turned toward the stairs to the attic, the third man stepped up to the woman and snapped her neck. It was over so quickly. She sat at the chair with her head slunk lazily to her chest. The mastermind stopped and looked back. That voice sounded oddly familiar just then.
Sitting at the table with his neck snapped in two was one of the town’s policeman. The mastermind's grin widened immediately.
“Even better.”
As he made his way up the steps he could hear the townspeople crowding around the dead vet and trying to revive him. The mastermind knew that wasn't going to happen.
The soldier hung back a while as the rest of the townspeople moved upstairs. He wanted to redeem himself for last night’s blunder. With a kitchen knife tucked into the sleeve of his coat, he made his way from room to room. He saw a figure sitting at a chair in the darkness. With his heart pumping, he thought of nothing and moved in for the kill. It wasn’t until the knife was plunged into SLyM’s chest that he realized the man was already dead. Someone had snapped his neck.
A stocky figure shuffled his feet as he walked. No one trusted a person who shuffled his feet, so Lord William Edinburgh’s Ghost concentrated harder on controlling the man. He had gotten much better at it over the past few years, but it was still very tiring.
He began to grow excited to finally take his first victim. He had waited so long for this. The possessed man slowly walked into the hallway before the attic. The shuffling had lessened. Just as he was going to congratulate himself on the improvement, he noticed that in the middle of the hallway was a servant. A servant of one of his old business partners. But why hadn’t he come when invited? That old cheapskate must have sent his servant instead. He still wanted a chance at winning his estate, but he didn’t want to make time to grace Edinburgh Manor with his presence.
It didn’t matter. He was already pushing the woman out the window. She had one of her arms flung over the ledge, trying to pull her way back up, so he slammed the window down again and again until her arm was a useless lump that followed her down the 25 foot drop onto the fountain below. Edinburgh tried his best to carefully make the man wipe his hands off on the nearby curtains. Killing by proxy was safer, but it sure was messy. Baidol’s blood was everywhere.
Bedlam, the Palace Guard. Killed by the townspeople.
jdarksun, the veterinarian. Killed by a trap.
SLyM, the Police Man. Killed by the Mastermind and his men. And then extra killed by the Soldier.
Baidol, the servant. Killed by the Ghost of Edinburgh.
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