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Western Mafia - Day 6

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Gold City is a place where bandits roam freely, and take what they please from the good people of the town. Although the Sherriff and his deputy can sometimes bring law to the lawless folk, but the gangs of bandits are far too numerous to be completely destroyed. The Mayor agrees something needs to be done. He announces that every day, the towns-people will vote on who will be lynched. Finally, order could be restored in Gold City.

Past Storylines:

Day 6, Sunset

The town wasted no time deciding who to lynch. The whole town agreed that Username_Taken should be killed this day. They had decided to lynch him before he could even defend himself, and before the narrator could even type up a half-decent description.

Username_Taken was hung. Despite the town's confidence, he was in fact a Townie. What a shame.

Day 6, Sunrise

The sun blossomed from under the hills, and a new day started. Everyone had survived the night, but it became clear that there had been atttempts at each other's lives. ImperialScouts still limped along from the day before, and Username_Taken now had a painful-looking gun wound just below his shoulder. The town gathered around and got straight into the debate. The lynching of a bandit was more vital than ever now, as the loss of another townie life would result in a victory for the bandits and the fall of Gold City as a place for the free.

Day 5, Sunset

caswindu was taken to the gallows, to the sound of curses from the audience. It had become clear to the town that he was a bandit, despite his uniform. The sheriff tied a knot around the poor fellow's neck, and the crowd watched caswindu hang.

It was painfully obvious he was the Cavalry Officer. The town's demise was almost certain now, as there were now as many bandits as there were townies. The few remaining people of the town hoped to change that, and loaded up their guns for the coming night...

Day 5, Morning

Light spread across Gold City as the sun rose from under the hills. The town gathered together once more, although one was missing. Near the bank, the body of Tanotrooper was found.

From his clothing it became obvious he was a Local Indian. Another Townie had been killed. Grim as ever, the town entered the saloon. Username_Taken, ImperialScouts and Trexxen arrived slightly later, all looking rather tired. ImperialScouts limped behind the other two, and once the three latecomers arrived, heated debate began once more in the town.

Meanwhile, a cavalry squad arrived from the nearby fort of Legoredo, to see how the progress was going. Angry to see that no bandits had been lynched, they began placing wanted posters all over the town.

With the town's demise not far away, the town became more determined to rid themselves of the banditsand finally be free.

Day 4, Night

Tanotrooper passed through the streets, seemingly pleased with his work during the day. He walked past the local bank before coming to a sudden halt. He stood where he was, transfixed, staring at a loaded pistol aimed at his head. He began to shout, but the noise of the gunshot drowned it out. Tanotrooper was left on the ground, covered in a red liquid.

Day 4, Sunset

The town had decided. wouwie13 was to be put to death. Suspicions arose about the man from the very beginning, and his disgustingly curvy name did nothing but further prove he was a lowly bandit. The sherriff strung ol' wouwie up and hung the poor man.

After a thorough search of his house, it was discovered that he was infact a (Townie).

"Why don't we just search their houses to begin with?" asked an inquisitive sherriff. the mayor scoffed.

"Keep up that additude, son and you'll be the next one lynched."

And so the day ended, after a rather peculiar 120 hours, and darkness fell upon Gold City. Several town members loaded up their revolvers, and prepared for the grim upcoming night..

Day 4, Morning

A rooster cried, greeting the new day. The sun rose above the barren mountians, unleashing light upon the old town. The townspeople got out from their beds, still tired. They gathered at the saloon, happy to see that, once again, everyone had survived the night. Almost immediatly though accusations started flying, occasionally interrupted by the swilling of alcohol. Nothing unusual there.

Day 3, Sunset

The town had decided. lukeiamyourfather was to be hung. The poor man hardly had time to even defend himself. He was taken to the gallows, much to the delight of the crowd.

"But wait, I'm innocent!" he screamed, but the time for talking was over.

lukeiamyourfather was hung. His house was searched. Items found there were a whip, luggage, and a picture of a stagecoach. It seemed the man hung was none other than the local Stagecoach Driver. Another loyal citizen had been killed. The sky darkened, and the town went back to their houses for the night. Others stayed behind and loaded up their guns, knowing that now was the time to strike..

Day 3, Afternoon

The sherriff took a break from his tireless efforts investigating and headed to the saloon for a drink or two. He sipped at his grog, only to be interrupted by a loud racket out back. The sherriff left his table and ran to the noise. He rammed the door open to find TheBrickster hanging from the ceiling on a noose. The sherriff sprung into action, quickly cutting the rope on which theBrickster was tied. TheBrickster tumbled to the floor, gasping for breath, and the sherriff let out a sigh of relief. TheBrickster was saved, but it would take him a while to recover from the incident.

Meanwhile, the Mayor sat in his office impatiently, furius at the inactivity of the town. He doubted the town would ever be rid of criminals at this rate. The arrival of a mysterious man hadn't seemed to rouse the townies, despite the new information he had about some of the citizens. Will this information save this good town, or will it serve only to dismantle the remaining law left in the damned town.

Day 3, Morning

A rooster cried, greeting the new day. The sun rose above the barren mountians, unleashing light upon the old town. The townspeople got out from their beds, still tired. They gathered at the saloon, happy to see that, once again, everyone had survived the night. Almost immediatly though accusations started flying, occasionally interrupted by the swilling of alcohol. Nothing unusual there. There was about to be something very unusual, though. The saloon doors flapped open, and a ragged looking stranger walked in.

This stranger went by the name of Username_Taken, and although none knew him, he seemed to know quite alot about them...

Day 2, Sunset

The townspeople had been confronting each other left, right and centre and had come to no conclusion. The mayor sighed.

"We'll continue in the morning.." The townspeople returned to their houses, even more suspicous of each other..

Day 2, Midday

The Day was getting late, and the mayor was getting impatient. The inhabitants of Gold City, paranoid as ever, had spent most of the day trying to lynch everyone in sight. The mayor finally stood up, furious.

"Why you dirty yellow-bellied cowards! You folk are the most indecisive lot I've ever layed eyes on! Ya'll better finish this here investigation soon, or we're going to bed lynch-less tonight!"

With those wise words, the town once again began to route out the criminals from the good town. Or tried to atleast ...

Day 2, Morning

It had been a long and restless night. No doubt the bandits had been busy. The town awoke to the call of a rooster. All but the Brickster... he slept a few minutes longer. The town gathered together at the gallows, surprised to see everyone still alive. Rumours had already started spreading however, and it surely wouldn't be long until someone joined ricecracker in the graveyard.

Day 1, Sunset

ricecracker had been the name on the lips of many of the townspeople the whole day. Not the delicious snack either, but one of the citizens. ricecracker had tried to prove his innocence, claiming to be the deputy sherriff, but the town was having none of it. Ricecracker was taken to the gallows and hung..

Ricecracker's badge fell to the floor, with the word 'DEPUTY' engraved on it.

"Oops, looks like he was a Townie after all" said the mayor, his cheeks now a reddish colour. The townspeople, feeling rather silly, returned to their houses for the night, hoping the next day will be more successful. The bandits, however, loaded up their guns and prepared to rid themselves of a few more town members...

Day 1, Morning

The inhabitants of Gold City gathered around their trusted mayor, who clearly had something important to say. The noise of the townspeople died down as the mayor's booming voice echoed throughout the city.

"This town is in great peril! Many a bandit has made this town their home, and now, something has to be done. As the mayor, I have come up with a solution - we will all search the town, trying to route out the outlaws, and finally free this town of evil. Anyone we find suspicious will be hanged. Now, harden your hearts for the coming task. Once this is all over, we will once again be able to roam freely without the threat of bandits!"

The crowd cheered, despite the mayor's flawed system. For their spirits had been uplifted, and they would follow the mayor's plan the all the way, or die trying. The townspeople walked back to their homes, and so, presumeably, did the bandits.

Inhabitants of Gold City

- TheBrickster

- Trexxen

- Piranha

- Hinckley (Replacing Quarryman)

- ImperialScouts (Replacing Captain Ka-Boom)

The Graveyard

- ricecracker: Lynched, Day 1 (Townie) - Was clearly loved by the entire town.

- lukeiamyourfather: Lynched, Day 3 (Townie) - Being Luke's father did nothing to save this poor soul from being lynched.

- wouwie13: Lynched, Day 4 (Townie) - His curvy name will no longer dishearten the good town.

- Tanotrooper Shot, Night 4 (Townie) - His peace pipe will no longer cloud the minds of good people.

- casewindu Lynched, Day 5 (Townie) -You could say 'case closed'. But that would be silly.

- Username_Taken Lynched, Day 6 (Townie)

3 votes to lynch.

Rules can be found in the Day 1 Thread. If you have any more questions, feel free to PM me.

Have Fun ;-)

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Day 6, Sunrise

The sun blossomed from under the hills, and a new day started. Everyone had survived the night, but it became clear that there had been atttempts at each other's lives. ImperialScouts still limped along from the day before, and Username_Taken now had a painful-looking gun wound just below his shoulder. The town gathered around and got straight into the debate. The lynching of a bandit was more vital than ever now, as the loss of another townie life would result in a victory for the bandits and the fall of Gold City as a place for the free.

EDIT: Hinckley, could you please change the title to 'Western Mafia - Day 6'? Thanks ;-)

Edit by Hinckley: Sure. ;-)

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That'll teach those TOWNIES!

Molly walks toward the old mill and hoists up a huge anvil the size of a piano :-| (thank goodness for pully mechanisms and an arm muscle she calls her Mississippi soup bone :-$ ).

She steps under the anvil, says a brief prayer, then lets go of the rope.

CLANK! The anvil lands atop her head smashing poor Molly into the ground. *skull*

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Joseph Smithson (aka Hinckley) bursts through the saloon doors, clutching his chest. He lets out a rattled gasp of breath...and tries to speak...

"You..."

He collapses to the floor, a lifeless heap in an ever-spreading pool of blood.

Molly comes up from the basement, a growing knot on her head. She shakes her head at the huge mess now on her freshly-mopped saloon floor.

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This means that only one towine is left!

Oh well, they come and go, everybody to the saloon!!

I'm buying the drinks! *sweet*

Even though all the townies are all almost dead, there is still whiskey to cheer us up!

The last person out of our alliance is Username_taken

So what do you do in this town ?

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Hinckley (aka Joseph Smithson) stirs in his ever-growing pool of blood...

He tries to speak "...Zur"

he slumps down again, lifeless.

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C'mon Hinckley, keep on! You aren't going to die...

You...Zur...User...Username_Taken?

Right, he's the last one that didn't join up in the alliance...vote Username_Taken

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A desperate Molly takes a glass from behind the bar and fills it with lantern fluid. She holds up the glass stating, "Here's looking at you", and gulps it down. :-X

*skull* *skull* *skull*

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Miss Brown! Stop that nonsense!

*Knocks glass out of her hand*

You have got to stop that. We might as well put you in a jail or something from preventing you to kill yer self!

By default of being in the alliance, I will have to vote Username_Taken . Sorry, it's nothing personal. :-$

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*gasps*

"You..."

"Zur..."

"Username Taken"

"vote Username_Taken"

*gasps*

"Molly's on fire again."

*passes out again.*

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:-X Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! :-X

Vote "Username_Taken".

Might as well shoot for the last Townie? or is that me?

In any case, I gave you bunch of outlaws enough chances to finish me off.

Anywho, I was planning a cruise to Europe, and if I make it on time, I can come back on the new White Star Line ship for its maiden voyage from Belfast. *sweet*

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What madness are you talking about, Brown? This is the 1800's ! Or at least I think it is.

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Day 6, Sunset

The town wasted no time deciding who to lynch. The whole town agreed that Username_Taken should be killed this day. They had decided to lynch him before he could even defend himself, and before the narrator could even type up a half-decent description.

Username_Taken was hung. Despite the town's confidence, he was in fact a Townie. What a shame.

Get your night actions in within 24 hours.

Edited by TinyPiesRUs

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What madness are you talking about, Brown? This is the 1800's ! Or at least I think it is.

Late 1800s, give or take about 12 years. That's close enough for Western Mafia work. X-D

Plus, it will take me a year or two to get to Europe by paddle wheel (sight seeing and all).

OK, just play along now...

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Hey wait I didn't have a say in this matter!

I vote: Username_taken

What? You lynched him already and he was the last townie?

Well then hehe X-D X-D

>:-)

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