MAFIA: Pr0nogo Island

[Lavarinth]

Ignore them, fiend, vote now or die!

[Thalraxal]

YOU'RE ON TO ME, THALRAXAL

I KNEW IT!!!

Is these a ghost of the christmas special?

I certainly hope not! I for one have no desire to be inflicted with a host of spirits attempting to coerce me to change my miserly ways. Bah, humbug!

[Milldawg]

So. Uh.

[Lavarinth]

They haven't voted.

[Alevice]

I'm just gonna go with my gut feeling and VOTE THAL.

[Thalraxal]

Yeah, that Thalraxal guy, TOTALLY GUILTY. Vote Thalraxal.

[Milldawg]

LAVARINTH WINS!

He was the Death Island Killer.

*death scene later*

[Lavarinth]

I'm never going to get my victory scene, am I?

[Pr0nogo]

Dawn.

And with dawn, a new day.

But, for the unfortunate Thalraxal, dawn spelled death.

His intentions had never been foul - in fact, they strayed as far from the flightless bird as possible, attempting only to find the true Death Island killer.

And he was slain for it.

His corpse hung from a long elk tree, and Alevice - the dirty-deed-doer himself, wiped his hands against themselves. He had done it. As far as he was concerned, justice had been dealt - albeit with a few unfortunate casualties along the way. But the death toll had been worth it, for the killer had been caught, and given more than just a taste of his own medicine.

There was just that one sliver of doubt in his mind...

"I love the smell of death in the morning."

Alevice spun 'round - just in time to receive his death sentence. The killer's blade sunk into his chest, robbing him of air, and in turn, life.

He fell to the earth, slowly, his head spinning eternally. It didn't hurt so much, now that he thought about it. He had expected something more... painful. It was a sensation closer to being snuffed out, like a fire. He couldn't really act on it - just... observe. He felt all the world's darkness creep up on him, and he sank into nothingness.

Lavarinth placed his blackened boot on the corpse of his latest kill and tore his knife free. "Shame you're not Machiavelli." His tone was accompanied by a very fitting sneer. "The end sure didn't justify the means for you, eh, bud?"

The Death Island killer walked away, sauntering in his victory. He felt a strengthening sense of confidence in the fact that he had won.

And the island had certainly lived up to its name...

[Lavarinth]

Host your own game, write your own stories.

[Milldawg]

Pronogo, quit muddying up my game with your shitty writing. No one wants to see that. Leave the death scenes to the professionals.

*ahem*

Dawn.

And with dawn, a new day.

But, for the unfortunate Thalraxal, dawn spelled death.

His intentions had never been foul - in fact, they strayed as far from the flightless bird as possible, attempting only to find the true Death Island killer.

And he was slain for it.

His corpse hung from a long elk tree, and Alevice - the dirty-deed-doer himself, wiped his hands against themselves. He had done it. As far as he was concerned, justice had been dealt - albeit with a few unfortunate casualties along the way. But the death toll had been worth it, for the killer had been caught, and given more than just a taste of his own medicine.

There was just that one sliver of doubt in his mind...

"I love the smell of death in the morning."

Alevice spun 'round - just in time to receive his death sentence. The killer's blade sunk into his chest, robbing him of air, and in turn, life.

He fell to the earth, slowly, his head spinning eternally. It didn't hurt so much, now that he thought about it. He had expected something more... painful. It was a sensation closer to being snuffed out, like a fire. He couldn't really act on it - just... observe. He felt all the world's darkness creep up on him, and he sank into nothingness.

Lavarinth placed his blackened boot on the corpse of his latest kill and tore his knife free. "Shame you're not Machiavelli." His tone was accompanied by a very fitting sneer. "The end sure didn't justify the means for you, eh, bud?"

The Death Island killer walked away, sauntering in his victory. He felt a strengthening sense of confidence in the fact that he had won.

And the island had certainly lived up to its name...

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See? THAT'S how you do it.

[Lavarinth]

OMG Milldawg, Best... Ending... Ever!

[Milldawg]

Thank you, thank you. I worked so hard on it too, glad to see it was appreciated.

[Pr0nogo]

Can I at least get some +rep for saving you the writing time?

[High_Zealot]

Milldawg, have some +rep for that ending.