The Mafia Game: Day Seven
As cleanup began on the crater that was the remnants of Silverwmoons house, a silent sense of confusion began to sweep over the town. Slowly as time passed people began to look upon Jakko with disdain. His advocation for people Echoblaze professed to be Mafia was very odd and when night fell and voting for execution began - it was near unanimous to rid the town of his constant agitative attitude. Weary and tired, dejected and sullen, someone had become the victim of terrible vehicular homocide. A cement truck barreling down the street, plowing cars from its path, jumped the curb at near seventy miles per hour launching it into young Echoblaze's foyer nearly tearing him in two as he hung up his coat. The truck ignited and exploded sending flaming chunks of wet cement like mortars through the building reducing his body to swiss cheese like pulp. With charred leather gloves found at the scene the mafia was the only possible culprit.