*A letter is found stuffed away in the inner-pocket of Jack's coat*
Will:
I know what you're thinking, "Did he choose a pair of lovers this round or not?" Now to tell you the truth I forgot myself in all this excitement. You've just got to live with the fact that they might be out there, ready to run off into the sunset (after killing the lot of you)!
If this piece of paper should be read by eyes not my own.
Once more have I found the painful embrace of death.
However, worry not dearest all.
Captain Jack Harkness shall arise,
like a Phoenix from the ashes.
Anyway, enough of that, let's get onto business. I do have clues left behind.
Here's what I know (minus detailed information about allies' actions/abilities and some other facts best kept secret ^^)
Night1:
Miyano tricks Conia (and he loses the Exterminate ability)
Vodka assumedly tricks Nix
I was attacked and injured. :V
Gio, my guardian angel, protected me. \o/
Day1:
Kain (Gin) lynched.
I received the bow tie ^^
Night2:
Kamite attacked.
Miyano tricked? (losing the Exterminate ability).
Used bow tie to interrogate KL, result -> "Not BO"
Day2:
Meme (Vodka) lynched.
Received the bow tie again! <3
Night 3:
Stop (Sonoko) died.
KaiRai imprisoned. | No more gadgets for the rest of the game... :/
Used bow tie to investigate KL for disguises (Agents/Cops with SO), result -> False, investigated Conia's action which came back true.
Day 3:
Jecka (Sera) poisoned.
Votes Not Shown.
Night 4:
Nix(Camel) murdered.
Miyano arrested.
Kamite targeted with Exterminate ability (So not the killer)
I find these people trustworthy (but again, as Nix said so wisely before dying—not 100% reliable if Anokata is around): KaiRai, Cinna, Miyano, Gio, Kamite
Somehow, inbetween Nix's death and Miyano's arrest, I have come to find these 3 suspicious: Conia, KL, Pofa. But y'know, in Mafia we're all paranoid. Looking over our shoulder each day and night expecting a stab in the back.
My current guestimation of the BO team: Gin, Vodka, Anokata, Vermouth and/or Irish.
As far as I know, 2 of them should still be out there.
At last, a few words to my saviour from night 1, "Go get'em all—spoil the aliens plans and save us all!" <3
... ... ... ...
This familiar feeling,
"Ow?" he cries out.
His hands red with blood,
pressed against the wound
in his chest—
"I had spoken with few thus far,"
he says aloud.
"pofa my dear, I owe you a drink—help yourself,
to the good bottle in my pocket."
Conia—or Gin was it?
A question best left unspoken.
"Was that a gun in your pocket,
or was you just happy to see me?"
He says with a wink.
With combined efforts,
the Phantom and the Chef
strung up the evil prince.
The town was all cheers,
while his partners
cried bitter tears.
Gin, was you not pure evil.
I had an invitation to you sent,
to join
the Epic Coat Club.
"Gio, let's try this again sometime.
Preferable with a different ending!"
He say quietly, turning pale,
And wishing he had a pint of ale.
Slippery slope..
Slippery slope..
"No deaths yet?"
Anokata angrily said.
During the third day
the lights suddenly went out.
He had a dream to fullfill,
and here was his chance.
Vodka suddenly ran out.
With a gleam in his eye he exclaimed.
"Sorry Aniki, just you wait and see,
soon I'll be the biggest star on Broadway!"
Friends are forever,
Life's true treasure.
The cheerful gal
knew well this fact.
She walked up to the girl
and exclaimed;
"Do you want to be my Best Friend?"
The two girls skipped down a hall,
through the TARDIS hand in hand.
Down a passageway they went,
searching every cranny and nook,
to a room filled with books.
An eerie presence they suddenly felt,
but by then it was far too late.
One girl fell through the floor,
the other went through a hatch in the wall.
In a room not far from there,
a man's laughter carried through the air.
A famous saying goes like this,
'Curiousity killed the cat'.
The only hope left in place
is for satisfaction to bring it back.
Drippity drop..
Drippity drop..
Drippity drop..
Quietly the Captain collapses
in a shallow pool of blood.
After everyone has left the room,
the Captain's body begin to churn.
Alive once again after
rounds of three, two, one.
Ready or not, here he come!
He rise to his feet, straigthens his jacket,
and dusts flecks of dirt from the shoulder—
Pausing then, taking a final glance back.
With a twinkle in his eye,
he bids you a fond farewell
and without a blink,
a quick wink,
he turn without a say.
... ... ... ...
