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The main problem is, I can't imagine this situation going any differently whether the last mafia was Fastbro OR Tree Scab

*popcorn everywhere*

How long till the phase ends?

Less than an hour, now.

Night Phase
This time, the contestants advance on Fastbro.
"What? No, I'm not mafia! Don't- don't vote for me!"
"We're past voting." says Frosty. "We've decided."
Connor and Tree Scab nod to agree.
They push him toward the guillotine, forcing him to the ground. "No, guys, don't!"
*slice*

"I think we got him."

They wait.

And wait.

There is no cheering. No sign of the host - of anyone, actually.

"He was mafia... wasn't he?"

Fastbro was a townie.

This may be the last night phase.

:D :D 8D

To be honest, I would've voted for me.

Noooooooooooo! *Shakes frying pan at sky*

Pretty sure the entire studio audience is ghosts, at this point.

Night roles: Phase locked.


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Update will be soon. I was out all day :P

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So... I take it we lost?

For once, we dead people don't actually know.

Also, I concur with the statement made above, though perhaps with less capital letters.

Day Phase

The stage is dark.
Frosty creeps through the night across the platform. Then, he hears footsteps.
The spotlight clicks twice, illuminating him and Connorduh.

"Frosty? What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same question..."
A third click, and they are joined by another contestant. "I heard you talking..."

The three look to each other in turn.
"Well, you both know why I'm out." says Frosty. "No sense in not saying it - I'm the Cop."
"I suppose I have no reason to hide it either. I'm the Bodyguard." says Connor.
Frosty turns to Tree Scab. "That just leaves you..."
"Wait!" she cries, looking rapidly between the two with roles. "The last mafia is the convert. Last time we heard from the host... he said there were two roles left. Two roles left, including mafia."
Frosty and Connor look at each other.

"...No way."

Suddenly, Tree Scab cries out in pain, blood running down her front. Frosty clutches the bloodied knife, holding it at his side as it drips blood onto the floor beneath.
Then he turns to face Connor.

Connor backs away. "Frosty? But..."
"But what?" Frosty replies, grinning evilly. "I killed the mafia? True... But you really think that after betraying everyone else, I'd be loyal to them?"
He lunges at Connor, who jumps backward.

Slow clapping emerges from the shadows at the edge of the stage. A figure stands up.
"Very good :D :D" says Matthew, stepping forward into the light. He, too, is holding a knife (dark bladed, intricate carvings, blood cascading down a channel on the side), twirling it between his fingers. Frosty flinches ever-so-slightly at the sight of the dagger. "And so :D we arrive :D at an impasse :D :D 8D"
He takes another step forward. Jacket torn, blood seeping from various locations, grinning madly. "I would have been here earlier :D but I had some... business to take care of. :D :D :D 8D :D"
"What do you want!?" Connor snarls.
"Isn't the real question, what do you want? :D After all, it's not me pointing a knife at you," Matthew gestures at Frosty, "And nobody forced you into coming here :D Have you forgotten about the GRAND :D MONETARY :D PRIZES? $▼$ :D :D 8D"
"You tricked us!" Connor replies.
"And you signed waivers :D :D"
"Waivers! Pieces of paper..." says Frosty. "This isn't right, even if you have papers saying it is. Putting us here, forcing us to kill each other... I only killed Tree because I had to, to survive..."
:D :D :D

"All those places we went to... it happened there, too, didn't it?"
"Sort of :D Close enough, anyway. Those incidents... they involved people sure that those unknown amongst them were against them. And that, for the most part, was true, whether that group were mafia, traitors, bandits, kevinsters..."
He looks up. "But, tell me :D If you're, say, the mafia, you're engaged in (shall we say) covert operations. :D All of these incidents... they were sparked by something. How much sense does it make to kill your hostage when the sole reason you kidnapped them was for their abilities? And why would you kill the manager of the office when the only purpose it would serve would be to announce yourself from your formerly secret position? :D"
"So you're saying... someone else started all this?" Connor asks. "Who? And why?"
":D I'm sure you already know who. :D :D 8D The producer, the building owner, the mayor, the leader of the rebels working with the very leader he is rebelling against... and me. :D :D :D 8D"
"There's... lots of you, working together to get people to kill each other?" Frosty questions. "Why?"
"Working together is probably the wrong way to describe it... :D" Matthew replies, glancing at the knife he holds. ":D Working toward a common cause. Working for someone else."
Connor gasps. "ADESA??"
Frosty glares at him.
"An unfortunate dimensional mishap :D but no. The only thing she's good for is tricking the mad into madness... :D :D :D 8D"
"What do you want?" Connor repeats.
He is once again ignored. "You see, today is a special occasion :D :D 8D :D :D 8D I've planned... a reunion of sorts. :D" Matthew waves his hand, and twenty doors appear in a row across the stage. ":D"
Appropriately, twenty people step out from the doors - Ranger, Superpie, Bandkanon, Silver Streak, Kristy, Milanor (and his identical twin), Tylinn, Kimmy, and people without a doubt resembling Invader.Socks, Macey, Meed, Sleepy (and his identical twin), Capps, Orangelink, NekoSuave (dressed in a lab coat), NekoSuave (not dressed in a lab coat), and two particularly manly looking versions of Lee V.
"Mafia, traitors, double agents... You might have been selected for this, Frosty, but you fit in pretty well! :D"
He turns away. "Well, that was fun-"
A new voice drifts from across the stage. "The game is not yet concluded."
Matthew spins around. "Ah, I was wondering when you'd get here! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D 8D 8D"
"I have been here the whole time."
"Ah, of course... of course :D :D :D"
Connor speaks up. "So... how do we conclude the game?"
"Two ways..." the unknown figure replies. "Either Frosty completes his mission..." Frosty glances at the knife he holds. "...Or I do."
There are a few moments of silence. Then Connor leaps through the nearest door, Frosty in close pursuit.
"Heh... They always make the right decision."

**

Matthew quickly looks around, before discarding his lab coat and reapplying his red jacket.
"I can't believe those idiots fell for it..."
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Connorduh scrambles out. He frantically runs up the stairs of the mansion.
"...Huh."
Frosty dashes through the door and races after Connor, who darts through another door at the top of the stairs.

**

They reappear in a typical forest setting, by a typical lake, with a typical tree in the middle of a typical village. Connor stops, turns around, and faces Frosty.
"Frosty! They're not here... You don't have to do this."
Frosty staggers forward. "I... have... to win the game."
Connor steps backward. There is only one door here, marked "XX".
He throws it open and runs in.

**

The contestants are lead down a dark corridor. A hand reaches out, grabbing Orangelink, Muffinman and Sprite, pulling them quickly into a secret room on the side.
"Hello there :D" says the host to the mafia. "It seems you'll be most instrumental in this game. :D :D :D"
"It's a conspiracy!" says Sprite.
"Well then," Orangelink starts, "Won't we-"
A yet unseen door crashes open, Connor barging out followed immediately after by Frosty.
Sprite catches Frosty's hood as he heads for the door.
"Seems to me like we have a little security leak." Muffinman says.
"Indeed it AAUUUUUGHHHHH!" cries Sprite, as Frosty stabs him in the stomach. Sprite was the Godfather!
Orangelink grabs Frosty's knife, but Frosty punches him in the face and follows up with more stabbing. Orangelink was the Temptress!
Muffinman backs toward the corner. "Hey, now-"
Frosty stares at him, and then stabs him in the leg, and runs out the room, having killed the mafia for the second time. Muffinman was the Poisoner!
He looks around for some sign of Connor. Suddenly, Capps appears. "Oh hello Frosty, what is it you are doing he-"
Frosty instinctively stabs him. He falls to the floor. "What did I do to you!?!? You have kill me!"
Capps was the Kidnapper!
Meed's face appears around the corner. "I thought I heard something-"
This knife really is getting a workout today. Meed was the Sheriff!
He races into the main room of the backstage area, and is spied by Sleepy. "Hmm. How odd. I could swear I just saw you over-"
You, the reader, wonder if the knife is a metaphor. Sleepy was the Hapless Romantic!

The next room over, thatguy and Tao are talking. "So you're saying you aren't even here? You're just some kind of dimensional stuff-up?"
"Yeah. I didn't even exist the first time."
"What do you mean, 'the first time'?"
Their conversation is cut short. By a knife.
thatguy was the Killer! Tao was the Replacement Easter Bunny!

Frosty stalks down the darkened corridor, shifting his eyes from side to side, casually stabbing Xseraphiim as he walks past (she was the Oracle). Two voices come from the room next to him.
He bursts in, at the same time as someone bursts in through the opposite door.
Frosty and Connor accidentally walk in on a conversation between Frosty and Connor.
Frosty looks to the bloodied knife Frosty clutches. Connor looks at Connor, then at Frosty, then at Connor. Connor, on the other hand, looks at Frosty, then Frosty, then Connor.
Frosty speaks up, slowly pointing to the most recently arrived Connor. "...Mafia?" Frosty steps forward.
The earlier Connor leaps to the defence of the latter Connor. "There's no way he's mafia. We're the Bodyguard. Bodyguards. Yeah."
Connor looks at Frosty. "He's the convert."
Frosty, meanwhile, seems conflicted. Should he help himself, or help his allies?
Frosty lurches toward either Connor, then stops, and drops the knife. He hangs his head. "I... I can't..."

Another voice joins the room. "I can."
There is a metallic swinging noise. Frosty, Connor, and Connor fall to the floor, blood pooling around the standing Frosty. He drops to his knees, long blade sticking out from his chest.
He blacks out.

Frosty was the Naïve Cop!
Frosty was the Converted Naïve Cop!
Connorduh was the Bodyguard!
Connorduh was the Bodyguard!

**

The mafia have won!

For your viewing pleasure, here is a summary of important actions as I saw them and recall them:


And the list!



I think Frosty deserves some kind of award for pretty much single-handedly taking down every single original mafia member whilst being a mafia member himself.
I believe we call that being a magnificent bastard.

Mafia XXI signups will open ASAP :D Hope y'all had a fun game :D

:D :D :D

I realize that I will never be able to prove I'm town ever again after this game but oh my god it was so worth it.
And yes, I did intentionally betray the mafia. Right under their noses and practically rubbing it in their face and they just casually accepted it. Oh sure, they win by default since they win with me, but I am the one true victor of this game :D

:I

Voting for Mafia caused everyone to want me dead.

That was confusing but also amazing. It seems both XX games were monumental in more ways than one. :D :D :D :D

You're kidding me, I was right? I didn't even think I was right...

I would just love to see logs/reactions from Deadchat, since I hear they worked out it was me :D

Some of the major logs in that were cleared because Matt apparently had a weird discussion that was totally irrelevant. Others were lost to the free-room's cache limit. But, long story short, Sleepy learned from Matt that you'd gotten a read on one of the Mafia members but reported it as innocent, so, yeah. It was only really obvious in hindsight, I guess, but it made it even more amusing when everyone just went along with whatever you said. xD

I learned via the way that Matt talked about in the epilogue, during the night phase I was killed as I was going over everything. I went "Wait a minute, 2 roles left, one is guaranteed mafia, and the other has to be guardian. FROSTY THAT LIAR!" Of course I died that night phase. >:(

See, I killed you because I knew you were one of the most likely players to figure out it was me. Muffin suggested killing Connor, but I knew that he would never doubt that I was town. And even if he did, it was too much of a risk with no room for mistakes left.