...and then there were three.
They stood in Traveller's backyard, unsure of how to proceed. To the two townies remaining, it was unfathomable that one of them was part of the mafia. They'd known each other for so long, after all. Still, the fact that they had not found any incriminating evidence in Traveller's house meant that it was down to the three of them, and they had to decide carefully. The worst part of it all was that this day was the last; the wrong move meant the end of their town as they knew it. Four days was all the time they were allowed, yet it felt like an eternity had passed.
Though no one wanted to do it, the day's business had to be carried out. Someone had to die today for the previous night's murder. As the day wore on, the three of them looked at each other suspiciously. The situation wasn't right; that much, they knew. GreyICE had managed to survive the last three nights untouched, and Voidedmafia had that nervous aura about him that caused the other two to wonder. pandabear felt like he was trapped in a terrible dilemma.
By the time there was agreement among the trio, the sky was painted in the lush, warm colors of sunset. Two sets of eyes bore themselves into Voidedmafia. He recognized the looks in their eyes, and he didn't like it. He tried to back away into Traveller's house, but it was no use. He didn't even know who of the two of them was the guilty one. For each step he took back, the other two moved forward; it was a cat-and-mouse game they played on the way to the door. Eventually, the mouse pounced.
pandabear produced a knife from an inner pocket, and he threw it straight at Voidedmafia's chest. His aim was true, and Voidedmafia died instantly.
Voidedmafia,
townie
, was lynched on Day 4!
A sense of accomplishment washed over him as he watched Voidedmafia's body slump to the ground. It was over. If he was right, he had just eradicated the mafia from the town. At last they would remember what the word "safety" meant! Excited, he ran over to Voidedmafia to check the body for signs of his membership in the mafia. Among Voidedmafia's effects were his wallet, a few credit cards, and a ticket stub to an
Ace Attorney
event being held in the city. There was nothing else of interest. How strange...
That was when he heard GreyICE sneer, "Looking for this?"
Behind him, GreyICE was holding up Nachomamma8's note, the one with both of their names inscribed upon it. In his other hand, he held a gun pointed at pandabear. It was then that pandabear realized that he had chosen incorrectly. It was too late to regret now. The only things left for pandabear to think about was how GreyICE had managed to survive for so long and what he would be doing to the rest of the town when he took care of pandabear. He thought it a little odd that he didn't feel worse about this defeat.
GreyICE did not bother with a silencer. The loud bang made no echo, but he knew the entire neighborhood had heard it.
pandabear,
townie
, was killed in the endgame!
A win condition has been achieved!
The bells tolled as the funeral procession made its way out of the chapel. There was no one in the pews to pray for the dead; so few people remained in the town that they had all been enlisted as pallbearers to carry the eight coffins containing the victims of this deadly game. It was a silent affair. Not that there was nothing to be said; each of the townspeople had plenty on their minds about which they worried, but none of those worries were worth voicing. They were not at liberty to speak of the injustice that had led to these deaths over the past four days.
GreyICE led the way to the cemetery. There, eight plots were ready to receive the dead. He watched as they lowered the caskets into the ground and thought about what he'd done over the past week. He didn't know whether to feel pride or shame over it all. He glanced over at Nachomamma8's spot in the ground, half-hoping he'd get an answer from the man who had, together with him, planned this violent coup. Nachomamma8 had not said very much, but GreyICE had figured him for the strong, silent type of mafia capable of manipulating towns into following his will. Instead, that silence had killed him. What would Nachomamma8 have said in victory?
The soft sounds of the crank gave GreyICE no comfort.
GreyICE,
mafia goon
, survives and wins the game for the mafia!