Mafia XXVII â€œThe Outbreakâ€
It has been three weeks since the gang war that tore Townston apart ended. For the first week, the town was in ruin. A select few malcontents were still running about, taking advantage of the towns ruin. Then they came. Parasol Inc, a pharmaceutical conglomerate that payed to repay the town and build a large lab just out of town in the near by forest. With the town properly funded, the police took back control and ended what remained of the civil unrest. Peace rained... if only for those precious two weeks.
Two men walked by the â€œJninja's Loot N' Hoochâ€. Despite the refunding of the town, it still looked like a scrap heap with rock from the '80's blasting out of it at a volume FAR too loud to be safe. The first man was unhealthily thin and his head was hung low. He was depressed. His idea was good, but confusion had ruined his vision. The other man patted him on the back. â€œCheer up. It wasn't that bad...â€ The thin man's head still hung low. â€œHey, maybe we could get us a drink, hmm? Would that cheer you up? I'll let you wear my hat.â€ The thin man bucked up a little. â€œReally?â€ the thin man asked. â€œOf courseâ€ the other said plopping the hat on his friend's head. The thin man straightened up like a stick and squealed like a little girl.
The other man smiled and opened the rusty door to the Loot n' hooch. As he did he was tackled by a grey blur. The raw force of the assailant flung the formally hatted man down the street. The blur was garbed in a sweater like some hoodlum or very cheap ninja. â€œGet offa me you drunk street punk!â€ Quickly the grey, sweater wearing man began clawing at the formally hatted man's gut. â€œOH GOD! MY SPLEAN IS NOT A PLAY THING!â€ The man cried. The thin man pulled out his shot gun and without thinking whacked the hooded man into an ally with a mighty crack. â€œBONK!â€
The tin man pointed his gun down at his friend. â€œI'm sorry my friend. I don't wish to do this, after all, you lent me your hat. That's a sacred act indeed, but I must, before you turn.â€ His friend grew hysterical. â€œWait!â€ the hat-less man cried, â€œI'm ok! Seriously!â€ He attempted to get up, but the hole in his abdomen wouldn't allow it. â€œS-see! Good to go! No need for that!â€. The thin man shook his head. â€œNo, I guess not. But on the other hand, if I don't shoot you, I won't be showing you God's love. And we can't have that.â€ The hat-less man began sobbing â€œDUDE! Zombies don't exist! He's just drunk! I let you wear my hat!â€ *BANG*
TFGM the everlasting pardoner, bringer of bloodbaths, the Imperialist of Townston, first one to receive three titles, record holder of titles and the wearer of the green hat, The septic townie was given God's love... via a shot to the head
The thin man quickly prayed and raised himself. Despite the loud music of Jninja's establishment, he could here a low growl. â€œShow yourself heathen!â€ the thin man said cocking his gun, â€œI have God's love for you!â€ As he looked about, the hat man saw a glint of light reflect of something round. A glass circle. He raised his gun a second to slow as the hooded man lunged at him screeching like a banshee. Just like it had to TFGM the assailant began clawing at the thin man's guts. â€œThe power of Christ repels you!â€ The thin man said as he smashed the hooded man's head with a large bible. As the creature reared its head in pain, the thin man kick it of himself. He grabbed his gun. â€œSorry bud, I thought I'd be buying a beer off you. Guess not. God bless.â€ *ka-blamo*
Jninjashadow the town drunk and the Hunter has been cleansed in God's name.
As jninja's corpse crumpled into a heap Random fell to his knees. The wound he got was pretty bad, but not as bad as it would get soon. He rested the barrel of his gun beneath his chin. â€œShoulda stayed home tonight.â€ *Bang*
Random The Preist saved his own soul
Changes to the game:
So its the standard rules more or less. Back to hunting people, first to message gets the first shot etc. The theme is zombie comedy in the vein of such movies like Shaun of the Dead or Zombie Land. Being that this is themed after zombie movies however, I will be randomly assigning the townies 'stereo types' such as: the sceptic, the jumper, weak ankles and such the like.
2 body guards
the rest townies
1 case 0
1 free bite
1 The man from Parasol
Mayor: The town will turn to you to stop these monsters. Don't let them down.
Let's celebrate- Within one hour of your inauguration, you may insta-lynch one other player.
Seal of the Mayor- Your vote counts as two, because that's how power works.
PO'd town- Twice a game you can declare a double lynch to slate your town's blood lust
It's not safe out there!- Once per game, you can declare a state of emergency. No lynching for a day.
You two, stand right there- You get two body guards and their identities. While they live, your Zombie proofed.
Pardoner: monsters or no, you can still exercise your right to ruin peoples fun.
That's not particularly wise sir- Twice a game you may cancel a lynch. If it's a double lynch, you only save one.
You two, stand right there- You get two body guards but not their identities. While they live, your Zombie proofed.
Universal rule: RUN!- you have a 1/3 chance of escaping a zombie, and only a zombie. If you get away, the zombie leaves no clues.
Officer: This towns yours. No zombie can take that away from you... you hope.
Sir/ Ma'am you need to calm down!- Once per day you may select another player to be put under house arrest for the day. Their not any safer, but at least they won't frighten the populaces. They won't be able to vote/ preform a night action until the next day. A player may only be affected once tho.
Ello, ello, ello, woats all dis den?- You wouldn't believe what you'd learn about someone if you just stalked them. Once per day you may investigate another player. You will learn if they are pro or anti townie.
I smell rot!- Once per game, you may check the results of an election and see how many zombies voted. You won't get names on the ballots, just some rotted skin and the knowledge of who the dead voted for.
The Jogger: their in every zombie movie. Sometimes they make it, others they're fast food.
ARRIBA!: If attacked by a zombie, your odds of escape becomes 50%. If you succeed, the zombie drops almost no clues.
Paranoid: You've seen this movie! You know what happens to the unprepared! No one's catching you flat footed!
OH NO YOU DON'T- You kill the first visitor you get in the night. Friend or foe, they're biting dust!
Body guards: You were pick to protect te mayor from the mob. With no mob, you'll have to settle for zombies. Lucky you.
FOR THE TOWN- While you live, the mayor and pardoner cannot be targeted.
The priest: PRAISE THE LORD now pass the ammunition!
God's love- You may choose to watch over someone at night. You have a 50% chance of killing their attacker. If they become infected, you save their soul... by killing them.
Death before taint- if you get bit, you turn the gun on yourself. You kill yourself instead of being infected.
Vigilantes: Underpants! On the outside!
Justice- You go out and kill at night, in the name of the greater good. Beware, one wrong attack and things can go wrong fast.
It's self defense- He started it! You have a 1/6 chance of killing your own attacker.
Gunslinger: Self defense. In belt held form.
It's self defense- He started it! You have a 1/3 chance of killing your own attacker.
Townies: Live, lynch repeat. That's all you do. Try not to get bit.
Mental states: Note, their may be multiples of the same state.
The sceptic: â€œThere's no such thing as zombies!â€ You doubt their existence, thus if you are attacked by a zombie, you don't run. Sucks to be you.
Weak ankles: â€œRun. Run. Ru-woah!â€ You are the main stay of zombie movies. You run, you break something, you get eaten. Your odds of escape are less.
The Jumper: â€œIt's ok... it's ok... it's AAAAHHHH!â€ You are jumpy as all hell. Any repeat killers can't target you as the second kill.
Trigger happy: â€œBOOM! BOOM! BOOM!â€ You get a bonus to your attempt at self defence.
Universal rules: I don't feel well- The day after you are infected, you can't vote. You feel to â€œSickâ€.
Brains- You don't kill, you infect. Your victims join the team. You may bite one person a night.
Case 0: You are the first successful carrier. Are you a helpless victim of nature, or Parasol's play thing. It doesn't matter. All that does, is the hoard.
Free bite- Before the game starts, you select one other player of your choice to be your other zombie. In the elections, that zombie may vote, he's not feeling sick anymore.
Perfect disease- your virus is perfect. You remain in disguise if you don't attack and thus appear as a townie.
Hive mind- while you live, your â€œchildrenâ€ benefit from your leadership. The zombies may vote, so long as you are alive.
Zombies: Brains! Mrrrrn. Grr. Brains. You go out at night and feed. Nuff said.
Special zombies: Randomly, the virus will mutate its host beyond normal. What comes out, only the new zombie and it's team will know. Perhaps multiple attacks, perhaps more night lives. Only one way to find out.
The man from Parasol: The town is infected. The only solution, is quarantine, via lead.
Silenced- You may kill once per night.
Quarantine- unlike some unruly killer, you have authority. Select an other player, and for one whole day and night, they can't vote or preform night actions.
I plan to stop accepting actions at 12 am GMT and I will preform the narrations at 1 am GMT.
Oh, and We start it at night 1.