Day 1
The group enjoyed playing mafia in person for once. Perhaps it was because they were in person that the group’s instincts were off. Or perhaps it was because one of them was dressed like this.
“Well I think he looks great” said Dizzy.
“It’s a distraction,” Epi growled. “This isn’t town Jay. Not even close.”
“It’s not my fault, guys. I thought this was supposed to be a dragshow/wrestling game.”
“Anybody want some dip?” asked Nutella “whoa!”
The woman with questionable culinary taste tripped, sending a large bowl of ketchup, mayo and cow brains flying into the long haired hippy dressed as a woman space pirate.
“Oh mod! The prions! They’re in my eyes!” Jay squealed. He stumbled one way and then another and then right out the window. A few seconds later, he landed with a sickening splat.
The mafia players endured a collective stunned silence.
“I really was town!” wheezed Jay from far below. And then he died.
Mac took a long drink of his beer and then said what everyone was thinking.
“Well shit.”
Arogame123, you are JaggedJimmyJay (Town), and you’re our dad. You take care of the site and the town, putting forth extreme effort while never seeming to get bent out of shape or mean (except when writing some of your crazy mafia roles). If only you would put forth as much effort into keeping your hair a respectable length.
There’s always a J in teamwork - Every night you may start a chat with a player of your choice, creating a neighborhood. You may choose to add a player to an existing neighborhood, or start a new one.
Wants it more - If the day ever ends with you being tied for the most votes, the yeet result will not be randomized. Instead, whichever player has fewer total posts will be yeeted.
You win when all threats to the town have been eliminated.