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can I still vote
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Jon Miller
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I would like to change it to
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HJib /nuklker
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Republic of Flanders
Sep 2001
time: 06:32
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Chapter 1.2 – Day in Polytown – late afternoon – The vote!
The whole village gathered on the main square in front of the town-hall to hear the mayor speak. Rah knew he had the give the villagers what they were asking for, immediate execution of him or her who got the most votes. Everyone had cast theirs earlier during the day and now the mayor was going to announce the name of the poor sod.
Skanky stood right beside the mayor but wished he wasn’t, the whole affair filled him with disgust. He had raised the topic on several occasions but Rah kept ducking the issue at hand, all he needed to justify his actions was the fact that he thought he was Gods gift to this town and that the town was better off with him as a mayor, nothing else mattered as far as he was concerned.
Finally the moment had come to proclaim the result, The mayor looked at the paper and for one small brief moment, the chief thought he saw what could be described as a sparkle of a tear in Rah’s eyes, he thought about it for a brief second then dismissed it and contributed it to the ice cold north-east wind.
Rah took a deep breath and started reading the result out loud, they’re were several pages, mostly filled with both legal and religious gibberish, everyone heard the words but no-one was really listening until Rah’s tone started to change….
He spoke a couple of comforting words about how he would make sure the family of the accused would be taken care off and that he never expected it to be him, a friend going so far back as kindergarten…did it really had to be him….
There was a long pause and as the audience started to look at each other wondering what was going on, the mayor took yet another long deep breath and with a loud insane voice he yelled;
Burn him! Burn the heathen that is Zopperoni! In the name of God and the law, burn him.
And so Zopperoni’s faith was decided. May he rest in peace. The chief somehow suspected this would not be the end of this story…
Killed by villagers : Zopperoni
Night has started!!!
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Republic of Flanders
Sep 2001
time: 06:32
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--- Round 2 --- | | Player; | Status; | Who? | Voted; | | 1. Skanky Burns | Alive | Na | Azazel | | 2. Vlad Antlerkov | Alive | Na | Frozzy | | 3. Drogue | Alive | Na | Frozzy | | 4. Frozzy | Alive | Na | No | | 5. Pave | Alive | Na | No | | 6. Kassiopeia | Alive | Na | Frozzy | 7. flipside | Dead | Mafia | Na | | 8. MattH | Alive | Na | Azazel | | 9. GhengisFarb | Alive | Na | No | | 10. SpacedCowboy | Alive | Na | Azazel | | 11. Azazel | Alive | Na | Frozzy | 12. Zopperoni | Dead | Villagers | Na | | 13. ADG | Alive | Na | Azazel | | 14. Sandman | Alive | Na | Azazel | 15. yaroslav | Dead | Mafia | Na | | 16. Jamski | Alive | Na | Frozzy | | 17. Jon Miller | Alive | Na | No | | 18. Rah | Alive | Na | Azazel | | ---- Total votes ---- |
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Republic of Flanders
Sep 2001
time: 06:32
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What a day it has been! The town had simply gone into shock, never had such a thing happened in Polytown! Never!!!
What the hell is happening to this otherwise so peaceful village?
He emptied the second bottle of wine and brought the glass to his lips, the chief wasn't known for drinking, he liked a beer as much as the next person but he always drank in moderation, except for tonight that was.
He figured he deserved it, if only to try and forget as much as possible about the worst day in his long carrier as Polytown's chief.
He promised himself not to open another one, two really was enough. Ah, he really should get some sleep, it had been a very long day and from the looks of it, tomorrow wasn't going to be any better.
It's not that he didn't try to get some sleep; he had already tried for more then two hours lying in his bed.
All he could do though was thinking about flipside and the terrible look on his face. The chief's mind surely was a mess.
So he had gotten back up and had opened another bottle, and that one was now empty too.
He decided to do another round, some fresh air might clear his mind a little although he had very little hope of this happening, yet it couldn't hurt to check all the houses, see if the doors were locked, what else and what more could he do? He put on his coat and took his gun, that before today he hadn't worn ever since he they had given to him when he became a police-man.
He even had to search long for the bullets, yet he figured that he might need it now.
The mayor was very optimistic that what happened to the baker was a one off, Rah had said that the baker probably got into some trouble after his wife had left him but Skanky wasn't convinced, this had all the marks off being the first in a series of many. How right he would be...
The chief walked passed the local pub which not surprisingly had been very busy today, a cynical mind might even say, that the warden was perhaps the only in town who welcomed the mafia.
All day long Azazel had been serving all kinds of drinks and meals. He even asked Jon Miller, the local brewer to help out, after all, it was in Jon Miller's best interest too to sell as much beer as possible.
Looking at the grin on Azazels face, they were, they certainly were.
It was obvious he had to refrain from laughing and that he constantly needed to remind himself to look sullen.
All was quiet... Skanky was really getting tired now and thought that it was best to go home and get some rest, in any case, the wine was starting to work and he really needed to make a pit-stop. He was still quite a way from home though, in fact he was at the other side of town and a little to far away for comfort.
He decided to do his business behind the church, praying the vicar wouldn't catch him.
Vicar Tassadar was a very religious man and very!!! protective of his church and would not think lightly about what Skanky was about to do, not even under today's circumstances.
The chief quietly continued around the church, the moon was giving ample light, but as he was about to make the last step, a cloud blocked any light coming through. The chief stumbled over what he thought was a root of the great old oak, but now that the moon was back he could see that it was not. His heart started to pump faster and harder and the salted sweat along with the penetrating stench of alcohol started to ooze out from his skin. What that what he thought it was? It can't be..., please, let me be wrong! Skanky knew he wasn't though, he knew as soon as he saw the object. The mafia had struck again! From the look on his face Yaroslav did not seem to have suffered as much as the baker, for which Skanky was thankful. It looked as if Yaroslav was strangled; a couple of marks on his neck were a good indication that was what had happened here. The chief was curious to see what Rah was going to tell the villagers now, to put them at ease, well Skanky was going to find out soon enough and knew that he wouldnˇ¦t get any sleep this night. Hopefully he will tomorrow.
It is now day...
(killed: Yaroslav )
PS: Note that the names of anyone who figures in these episodes are not meant as indications as to who could or couldnˇ¦t be the mafia. They are just used as flavour.
I thought this would be obvious, but seeing no-one voted for Skanky in the last round, I thought I might make this very clear. 
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