PsychoSoldier
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DAY ONE LYNCH
The people continued discussing the plans with The Ghost of Vanillatown, and the more they talked, the more they got into the whole idea. Some were getting so bold as to say the graphic things they'd like to do to each of the Flavor Boyz. Suddenly, a voice coughs out of the crowd:
"You know, I feel like those Flavor Boyz aren't too bad! Especially that Flavor 2!"
The room went dead silent. Everyone turned to the source of the voice. And within moments, people realized it was a young wafer wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses, complete with the nose and moustache. Some were confused, but The Ghost of Vanillatown recognized him immediately.
"Looks like we get to make an early example today. That's Flavor 2 right there!"
Flavor 2 tries to run out, but MTR stands right in front of the doorway.
"It's either you or me, so I hope you feel lucky."
Caito did feel lucky. It's the rest of the room that didn't like his odds, and immediately assaulted him, making sure to each take turns getting their blows in. Surprisingly, The Ghost of Vanillatown sits back and observes...biding their time.
Caito has been eliminated. He was Flavor 2, Mafia-aligned Goon.
It is now the night phase. You may continue discussion.
The people continued discussing the plans with The Ghost of Vanillatown, and the more they talked, the more they got into the whole idea. Some were getting so bold as to say the graphic things they'd like to do to each of the Flavor Boyz. Suddenly, a voice coughs out of the crowd:
"You know, I feel like those Flavor Boyz aren't too bad! Especially that Flavor 2!"
The room went dead silent. Everyone turned to the source of the voice. And within moments, people realized it was a young wafer wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses, complete with the nose and moustache. Some were confused, but The Ghost of Vanillatown recognized him immediately.
"Looks like we get to make an early example today. That's Flavor 2 right there!"
Flavor 2 tries to run out, but MTR stands right in front of the doorway.
"It's either you or me, so I hope you feel lucky."
Caito did feel lucky. It's the rest of the room that didn't like his odds, and immediately assaulted him, making sure to each take turns getting their blows in. Surprisingly, The Ghost of Vanillatown sits back and observes...biding their time.
Caito has been eliminated. He was Flavor 2, Mafia-aligned Goon.
It is now the night phase. You may continue discussion.