Sleep of the just
The townsfolk huddled together. They knew that they were sleeping side by side with the Mafia, but at least there was safety in numbers. Other than an occasional cough or groan or snore, things were quiet. With everyone together like this, the Mafia would be hard pressed to act.
The Mafia underling eyed his prey. This wasn’t going to be easy, but that was fine. He has made it this far because he excelled at death. Any situation, any place, any rules, he’d get the job done.
Reaching into his pocked he fished out a roll of coins. It was originally destined for life in the bottom of a sock, but now had acquired a greater destiny.
Scanning over the sleeping faces, the Underling spotted his target, sleeping peacefully. With a deft hand, the first coin was flipped, then in rapid succession the next and the next. Ten coins were in the air before the first landed.
The coins fell with perfect accuracy into the open mouth of the sleeping Bisko. He would learn the hard way not to snore. He woke from his slumber with a cough, but the coins were already lodged in his throat. Clutching at it desperately, he fought for air. It was mercifully brief.
The Underling looked over at the Godfather and nodded. His job was done. He’s put his money where Bisko’s mouth was.
el bisko was a Townie and died by Mafia hit.
As a civilian, you get a last gasp. Please pm it to me, Bisko.
Players still standing:
13) Gunmetal Grey
el bisko (mafia)
14 players left, 7 required for a lynch.