The Syndicate

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:45 pm You are:



The Story of Augustus Who Would Not Have Any Soup

Eat your soup
If you don't
You will die
And the mafia won't

Eat your soup
Make the mafia die
And maybe Campbell's will send you
A lifetime supply

Of vanilla soup.

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:31 pm You are:



The Bully of the Black Boys

Don't tease people for being different
Don't hurt people for being new
But by all means lynch those who are killers
You are vanilla and win if you do

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:47 pm You are:



Fidgety Philip

Sit still!
Sit still!
For the mafia will kill!

Sit still!
Sit still!
Or be lynched, you will!

You are vanilla
The mafia will kill ya
If you need a straight jacket
Maybe they can bill ya

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:24 pm You are:




Cruel Frederick

I'll make this simple
I'll make this plain
You are a wicked boy
Your father's stain

But once in a while
Your evil plan
Can make things better
For your fellow man

On just one Night
You'll steal the gun
Of the mafia
And shoot for fun!

You'll steal the gun
You'll make a fuss
The person you shoot
Will die and cuss!

Die and cuss!
Die and cuss!
Die and cuss!

DIE
AND
CUSS!

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:51 pm You are:



Johnny Head-in-Air

Hey there Johnny
With your head
High above those
Standing on the dead

There's no need to be so haughty
You just need to lynch the naughty

You are vanilla; you are plain
So let me tell you this again:

There's no need to be so haughty
You just need to lynch the naughty!

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:40 pm You are:



Conrad the Thumb-Sucker

You nasty little thumb-suck boy
Your fingers ought not bring you joy

Keep them out of your mouth or else
You'll visit violence upon yourself!

But if you taste them again, my gent
You'll notice a nice vanilla hint

Lynch the mafia, you mindless pup
And maybe you'll have thumbs to stick up

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:10 pm You are:



Shockheaded Peter

You did not cut your nails
You did not cut your hair
You did not bathe at all
No, you did not care

No one wanted
To be your friend
But that's okay
The 1800s end

And now you've the Internet
You get online
You freely maintain
Your smelly behind

Yes, go on the web
And make a pal
You might even meet
A lovely gal

Learn someone's name
Tell jokes with glee
For each Night will give you
BTSC

With a person of your choo-sing.

Epignosis wrote:Sun Feb 17, 2019 7:19 pm


Harriet and the Matches

Oh now naughty, naughty miss
You did not heed the fire's hiss

After all that, you never learned
You learned nothing after what the fire burned

So listen now, and listen well
Lest your faction wind up in hell

Each Night you'll be tempted, tempted so
To play with your matches again, and go

Go to two names who may be killed
And if one of them is powerful and skilled

In your excitement you'll dance with glee
And once again burn to death, you see?

But the victim-to-be will live on to play
Except you will be dead, dead, dead, okay?