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The Twelfth Announcement
And then there were seven...

The Mighty Sparrow
It had been going so well. Aaron had smashed his forehead into Ivan's. That was how people in movies broke deadlocks. It was how a hero managed to wiggle free. It turned out it hurt the giver and the recipient, but that was to be expected. Aaron was pretty sure he wasn't even suffering from a concussion, much less a cracked skull. He'd be fine. He just had to pull things together, had to finish these two off.

Then Ivan was punching him in the face, again and again. It was worse than Aston's gun. This was repeated trauma, ominous crunching sounds. Aaron had been so very sure that he had once read that the face was an awful place to punch people, that doing that messed up your knuckles something fierce. Apparently, Ivan had not read the same books. The pistol clattered to the ground, planned feints entirely forgotten. The battle's terms had just shifted. It was no longer just about killing Ivan quickly. Now, what mattered was surviving and getting some distance.

Aaron got free, got space, and his hand instantly shot to the small of his back, searching for Aston's pistol. This was it. Game over. He'd have to remember Ivan, bill his family for the inevitable plastic surgery, maybe. He'd have to make sure someone regretted what had happened here. There would be hell to pay. There would be a reckoning.

There was a shot, just as Aaron's hand came back around, just as he prepared to fire the gun. Something in his upper arm was burning. His fingers stopped responding. For a second, he desperately tried to retain his grasp on the weapon, but it wasn't enough. The gun thudded to the ground. The girl. He'd assumed she wouldn't be so willing to take a risk. He'd assumed she was down for the count. That had been a mistake. Alright. She was first, then. He had one more gun. He'd shoot her, then shoot Ivan, and—

The butt of the shotgun smashed into Aaron's chin, clacking his teeth together. Something might have cracked. He was too busy groaning in pain to tell for sure. He bounced off the wall, just in time to catch the gun coming back the other way. His vision exploded into lights. Again and again, the blows came, and Aaron couldn't fight back, couldn't do anything. This wasn't right.

Ivan was winning.

He was saying something, again and again. Aaron heard only ringing. The gun slammed into his stomach, but he didn't have time to vomit. One more blow to the head, and he was staggering, teetering at the top of the staircase, tilting so precariously. He tried to speak. He tried to apologize, to beg for mercy, to come up with some sort of bullshit to avoid what he finally realized was coming, to buy him time to make a plan to turn this all around.

Too late.

The shotgun blast tore through Aaron, sending him toppling down the staircase. There was pain, but there was also anger and regret. This was wrong. He was supposed to be the one who lived. He'd had it all planned out. Until half an hour ago, he'd held the island in the palm of his hands. Eleven other people. It shouldn't have been a problem to kill them, not for someone like him. He'd managed and outlived a team. He'd had a plan. He'd been unstoppable.

And now, now he was falling, and he was bleeding everywhere, and he was dying, and it was all because of dumb luck, random fortune, a roll of the dice. It might have been beautiful, were it happening to anyone else.

He should have taken the boats. That was what he finally realized, as he bounced off a step. He should have caved, should have succumbed to Aileen's pressure. No, she should have tried harder, should have dragged him and Charlie. This was all her fault. It always had been. She'd bungled the escape plans. She'd talked too much. She'd alienated the recruits. She'd held him back every step of the way, kept him from becoming what he knew he could have been. At least, in the end, he'd paid her back. He'd paid everyone back, everyone but Ivan and Tabi.

He'd just have to hope they got theirs soon enough.

It was always possible this fall wouldn't be fatal. He might be able to stand up, to fire one more shot. That was how it went in movies. He'd land, and then he'd make a speech, and his death would be dramatic.

He impacted the foot of the steps, and the resulting blunt force to the head knocked him unconscious instantly. It only took about thirty seconds after that for him to bleed out, due the hole the shotgun blast had torn in his chest and back.

B003, Aaron Hughes: DECEASED
7 STUDENTS REMAIN

The Mighty Sparrow
Aaron had made it to the top of the stairs. The plan had worked. Ivan and Tabi had never seen it coming. What under any other circumstances would have been an act if suicidal desperation had seen Aaron through, and now he had managed to pin the gun out of the way. Ivan was unable to bring it to bear, at least as more than a prod or club, but Aaron was equally unable to get into position to fire his own weapon at the other boy without letting Ivan regain control of the shotgun. It was an impasse, but one that was sure to break soon enough.

Aaron was not a strong close quarters fighter. There was a huge difference between being hit by a fake sword and being punched. He was unused to serious pain. He was running on adrenaline and confidence now, though, and was sure he could do what needed to be done. He had Ivan off balance. He was able to fire a few more shots in the direction of the girl, then she was gone. She must have fled or something, but she presumably wouldn't risk hitting Ivan—assuming, of course, that Aaron hadn't managed to kill her flat out. It didn't matter. She wouldn't risk friendly fire. She hadn't seemed that hardened a killer.

Besides, Aaron was fairly sure he had at least wounded her. That meant he just had to wrap up here, then finish her off. He struggled with Ivan, using his elbows and knees, trying to keep the boy off balance and drive him back. Somewhere in the fray, the pistol was knocked to the side, held, along with Aaron's hand, against the wall. It didn't matter. He had more, and it wouldn't do to let Ivan get his hands on it and use it for his own purposes. Better to leave it out of play for the moment. He kept struggling, kept trying to get it in line, as a diversion more than anything else. He would let it fall soon enough, maybe. That would give Ivan a false sense of confidence, would make him cocky. Aaron knew that he simply had to beat Ivan back and knock him down. Then, it would be a simple matter of pulling out one of the other pistols and finishing things off.

Ivan was competent, though, and probably stronger than Aaron was. He was giving as many hits as he was taking. It would have been worrisome, if Aaron hadn't known Ivan, hadn't known that the boy just didn't have what it took. He'd spent days hiding. He'd never been quite willing to confront. He was a coward. Soon enough, Aaron would grab the gun. He didn't even have to disable Ivan first. The other boy probably wouldn't be able to resist, not when he didn't see it coming. Aaron just needed to sneak the pistol free and make one perfect shot.

Then this would all be over, and he would be one big step closer to winning this game.

The Twelfth Announcement
Dropping a reminder from school, since I will be gone for the next seven or eight hours and want to give a heads-up:

Twelve hours and forty-nine minutes until deadline. No extensions.

The Twelfth Announcement
Exactly twenty-four hours for deaths.

We Can Live with the Sadness
The girl finished fucking off, with a glance at the leg that was probably going to kill her and a sarcastic little salute. Kimberly didn't bother returning it. She was pissed enough about the interruption and about having to deal with yet another psychopath. They seemed to be a dime a dozen this late in the game. It was almost like all the decent people had been killed by now. Come to think of it, that was probably pretty fucking close to the mark. While playing things like Lombardi had was totally suicidal, getting this far implied a certain willingness to get one's hands dirty. Anyone who couldn't stand the thought of taking a life was pretty well out of luck.

It left Kimberly wondering what exactly she was doing still being alive. She certainly wasn't one of the big names on the announcements. Oh, it wasn't like she was standing on any moral high ground, not after what she'd done to Aislyn. Looking back, she couldn't even remember what the reason for her actions had been. She couldn't say why she hadn't dropped the knife. Aislyn was unarmed. Will would probably have attacked them all, but he wouldn't have killed them, not all of them. Will hadn't been a threat at all. He and Steven had gotten themselves killed quickly enough, had joined the endless list of names.

Kimberly wondered if she'd rate a joke. Probably not. It was getting too late in the game, and she doubted they'd put on a comedy show for the final survivor. Besides, Nguyen was a bitch to rhyme.

"By the way," she said, turning to Reiko, "I'm Kimberly."

She hadn't introduced herself earlier, not because she wanted to watch Reiko squirm, but because she wasn't sure what the reaction would be. It seemed stupid to get shot in the middle of saying her own name. Afterwards, she hadn't wanted to identify herself to the third girl, for no particular reason at all. Now that the psycho had gone, things could go back to where they had been going. Kimberly could learn a little about Reiko, maybe figure out what it was that turned someone into one of the island's most known names and then turned them away from killing for almost a week.

More than that, maybe she could learn a little more about Reika and her death. After all, she had been something close enough to a friend to Kimberly, and her murder had been the spark that set in motion all the events that had led Kimberly here.

It had been such a silly thing. There were many different bag designs being used. Reika had just happened to pull one with a name on it. Had it not been for that simple, stupid little fact, Kimberly would have never walked up to Kris. She wouldn't have a chunk of metal in her arm right now.

She might well have died days ago.

Somewhere, maybe from the town, maybe from the docks, maybe from both, some gunshots faintly rang out. Kimberly didn't even acknowledge them. She was used to it by now.

She frowned for a moment, still thinking of Reika and Kris, then brightened and added, "I'm glad we got rid of her. Now, you were giving me a piece of chocolate?"

The Twelfth Announcement
One day and eight hours exactly until deaths are due. There's a pretty high chance someone will be on Help to take care of things very promptly if any deaths are not done on time.

The Mighty Sparrow
The shotgun blasted a sizable chunk out of the wall, but Aaron had managed to get out of the way before Ivan pulled the trigger. The two at the top of the stairs fell back, then, getting out of the way. They were on the defensive. Ivan didn't seem to know quite how to handle his gun. That was what came with waiting things out. If he'd only fired it once before, at his last kill, he would still be shaky and only barely capable. That meant it was time to press the advantage, before the two had time to adapt. As soon as things went quiet for a split second, Aaron ducked back into the gap.

The girl leaned out and fired a couple shots, neither of which hit Aaron. Both came a little close for comfort, though, knocking holes in the wall behind him and kicking even more dust into the air. Aaron snarled, pointed his own pistol in her direction, and popped off a couple shots, before firing two more towards Ivan. He had to keep both of their heads down, keep them both on their toes.

And then, it came to him. They had backed up, retreated. They were scared. He had plenty of weapons and ammunition. Ivan's gun was a big deal, but only if he could handle it properly, which seemed unlikely at the moment. Tabi was likely to panic easily.

Aaron fired four more shots, aimed randomly between the two, while at the same time letting out an angry scream at the highest volume he could and charging up the staircase. This had worked for Han Solo in Star Wars. The plan was simple. Opponents who were off balance, who were scared, were less able to react. Once he was in the room, he'd have the advantage. Ivan and Tabi wouldn't have cover, and would have to worry about hitting each other, while Aaron would be able to fire indiscriminately, with any hit working in his favor. He was more used to having people in his personal space than they were, due to his experience with fake sword fighting. Ivan's weapon was long enough that it would be easy to force to the side, to keep at bay. And, if it came to mêlée combat, well, Aaron hadn't been carrying a sock full of rocks around for the past couple weeks for nothing.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
WELL, I THINK IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT I AM RIGHT AND ALSO THAT THAT DOESN'T MATTER IN THE SLIGHTEST. AT LEAST WE HAVE SOME ANSWERS, EVEN IF THIS IS FAIRLY USELESS TO US IN ANY PRACTICAL CAPACITY. I GUESS WE NOW HAVE TO FIGURE OUT IF THERE ARE ANY NON-MORONIC COURSES OF ACTION THAT WON'T EXPLODE IN OUR FACES.

The Mighty Sparrow
Aston's last scream left Aaron shaken, for more than one reason. The expression of rage was somewhat frightening. The volume was jarring. The fact that it could draw even more attention than the gunshot was where the true concern came in, though. Aaron didn't bother with a second shot to confirm Aston's death. It was clear to see that she wasn't getting back up. He paused for a moment, looking at the body, wondering just how honest she had been about her readiness to kill. His impression at their first meeting had been highly negative. She'd seemed weak and inept. She'd changed a lot, had gained an edge. He wiped the blood from his face, but felt more trickle from his nose. It was probably broken. The pain was starting to hit, now, as the adrenaline subsided.

Then he heard the gunshots. They were faint, at the edge of his hearing, probably coming from near the docks. Gunfire had formed a constant backdrop to the last few days, but after having been involved in a serious fight, the last thing Aaron wanted to do was stumble into another, especially against a well-armed opponent who he knew nothing about. For all he knew, some player was out there trying to actively hunt down every remaining survivor. That would be a good thing, as long as they weren't too successful, and as long as they didn't find him. It would be better to wish them luck and leave them to it.

It was time to get moving again. Aaron stooped and picked up the gun Aston had been reaching for. He tucked it into the waistband of his pants, in the back, then let his shirt fall over it. It was always good to have a surprise available.

Then, it was time to pick a new place. There was a house right next to where he'd killed Aston. Like most on this block, on the second floor it had a large window facing the street. That would be a good place to wait things out. He could shoot anyone who came to investigate the noise. That would give him even more in the way of weaponry and supplies, as well as reducing the competition. He headed for the house at a light jog. He'd taken too much time already, and it was critical that he not be waylaid.

He turned the knob, ducked into the house, and wiped more blood from his face. This was getting really old. He felt his irritation at Aston intensifying, found himself losing the respect he had gained in a very rapid fashion. He went straight for the stairs, intent on using Aston's body as a lure. She'd be to his benefit, in the end. That would be his revenge.

Those thoughts vanished as he turned the corner and found himself at the bottom of the staircase, looking up to see Ivan Kuznetsov and a girl at the top, both armed.

Aaron had learned about letting his gun out of his grasp. He'd learned about people. Ivan had been a danger from the very start. He'd been the first to win Danya's little kill challenge. The girl with him, Aaron couldn't be sure, but he thought it could be Tabi Gweneth. He'd always thought her name was a little odd, so it had stuck. She'd won the Best Kill contest too, hadn't she? So, that was how they'd done it. They'd been working together, playing it smart, planning to fly below the radar and then kill their way to the top. They'd probably been aiming at Aaron while he was outside. He'd have been shot had he not moved when he did. He'd forgotten to check the windows. Aston had nearly cost him his life after all.

The gun was up. He had seventeen shots left, plus whatever was in Aston's guns. He knew he was better than Ivan. With the sounds of fighting he'd heard at the docks, he could count on the fact that there would soon be at least one other person dead, plus Aston, plus Ivan and Tabi. That meant, in a few minutes, there would be, at most, eight people left alive on the island.

That sounded pretty good. That sounded like the best outcome, like a good path to the end.

These thoughts had all flashed through his head in a fraction of a second, as he retreated a little, using the wall for cover, as he fired the first shot from the pistol, as he called out, "Nice to see you again, Ivan."

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
OKAY, SO IT SEEMS LIKE, AS USUAL, I HAVE BEEN TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY MISUNDERSTOOD. THIS IS PRESUMABLY BECAUSE PAST ME IS TOTALLY INEPT, WHICH REALLY SHOULD BE LESS OF A SURPRISE THAN IT IS.

FCG
 
AND YET, IT WILL SURPRISE YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN. COULDN'T YOU JUST FIGURE IT OUT AND SPARE ME THE TROUBLE?


COULDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING USEFUL INSTEAD OF JUST SNIPPING ALL THE TIME? IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO SABOTAGE MY PROGRESS OR SOMETHING. THAT MEANS YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR WHATEVER AWFUL NONSENSE YOU'RE CURRENTLY BLAMING ME FOR!

ANYWAYS, AS PAST ME FAILED TO PUT IT, OR MAYBE AS IDIOTS FAILED TO UNDERSTAND IT, NOT THAT I REALLY CARE, THERE ARE SIGNS THAT POINT TOWARDS AN OUTSIDE POWER.

HOLLY MENTIONED THAT ONE PERSON DID NOT HAVE A ROLE PM, AND THAT THEY KNEW WHY. SOMEONE WHO SPEAKS IN GREEN INTERVENED TO SCREW OVER THE TOWN. MY HUNCH IS THAT THIS MEANS WE HAVE SOMEONE PLAYING, OH, I DON'T KNOW, THE TERRIBLE DEMON FROM BEYOND TIME AND SPACE WHO IS COMING TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE? JUST MAYBE? AND, WITH THAT ON THE TABLE, MAYBE THE MAFIA ARE TRYING TO ALLOW THIS PERSON ENTRY TO THE GAME? AND MAYBE WE SHOULD BE SEEING WHO HAS NOT POSTED AT ALL (I FEEL LIKE THERE WAS SOMEONE) OR WHO HAS NOT VOTED? NOT JUST VOTED FOR NO LYNCH, BUT FAILED TO CAST A VOTE? THAT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO START, MAYBE.

I MEAN, IT'S POSSIBLE I'M JUST GOING TO BE KICKING MYSELF FOR THIS THREE POSTS DOWN WHEN IT COMES OUT THAT EVERYONE HAS VOTED AND I JUST CAN'T COUNT, BUT SOMEHOW I DON'T THINK THAT IS THE CASE.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
YEAH, THE STORM TOTALLY BLASTED POWER HERE FOR ABOUT THIRTY-SIX HOURS. EXCEL MIGHT JUST BE FEELING PETTY SINCE THEIR CONTRACT IS UP FOR RENEWAL AND THEY'VE SPENT ABOUT A MILLION DOLLARS TRYING TO COAX VOTERS INTO GOING FOR IT.

ANYWAYS, BACK ON MY SUSPICIOUS NATURE, OR LACK THEREOF, I FEEL OBLIGATED TO POINT OUT THAT I'M ACTUALLY PRETTY USEFUL WHEN I'M HELPING THE TOWN (AND HAVE SOMETHING TO GO ON). PAST EXPERIENCE SAYS GETTING RID OF EVERYONE COMPETENT AT THE START LEADS VERY QUICKLY TO DISASTER. I THINK WE SHOULD PURSUE OTHER AVENUES OF INQUEST TOO. THAT WOULD BE THE WISE DECISION, ESPECIALLY GIVEN OUR LIMITED TIME, WHICH MEANS IT BASICALLY HAS NO CHANCE WHATSOEVER OF SUCCEEDING, BUT WHATEVER.

LOOKING BACK OVER YESTERDAY SUGGESTS THAT SOME PEOPLE DID NOT VOTE. I'M TOO TIRED TO FIGURE OUT WHO, BUT THAT MIGHT BE A GOOD PLACE TO START AS FAR AS PEOPLE GO. SOMEONE'S SCREWING US OVER BY MESSING UP THE PHASES, AND IF THEY'RE OUTSIDE THE GAME TOYING WITH US, WE CAN USE A PROCESS OF ELIMINATION TO FIND THEM OUT IN REALLY SHORT ORDER AND PUT AN END TO THIS SHORT DAY PHASE NONSENSE.

The Twelfth Announcement
Two days and forty-two minutes for deaths. Please please please do not run over and get yourself Helpkilled trying to get a higher ranking. Trust me, nothing looks sillier than having a bunch of late-game characters on the wiki with a cause of death like "Crushed by Debris".

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
I DON'T SEE HOW I'M BEING INCOMPETENT. I'D LIKE TO REMIND YOU ALL THAT MY LACK OF ACTION IN THE LATTER PART OF LAST PHASE WAS DUE NOT TO INEPTITUDE BUT RATHER A GIGANTIC SNOWSTORM KNOCKING ME OFFLINE FOR HALF THE PHASE.

MY GOAL HERE IS TO PREVENT US FROM GOING OFF HALF-COCKED BY SMACKING DOWN THE MYRIAD IDIOTIC TANGENTS WE'RE FOLLOWING IN HOPES OF HITTING ON A GOOD ONE BY EXAMINING EVIDENCE, RATHER THAN TWIDDLING OUR THUMBS AND SAYING, "OH, NUTS, WE SEEM TO HAVE NO EVIDENCE SO LET'S INSTEAD VOTE FOR EVERYONE ON THE MOST VAPID OF PREMISES. IF THE ONLY EVIDENCE WE HAVE RIGHT NOW IS THAT I AM BEING LESS ASTUTE THAN NORMAL, I WOULD QUESTION HOW I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE PICKED UP ON OTHER EVIDENCE TO SEEM MORE ON THE BALL. I MAY BE ARGUING WITH MYSELF TOMORROW OR WHATEVER, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN SEE WHAT ALL THE REST OF YOU DO. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU ACTUALLY USE MY MEMOS OR ANYTHING. THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE INTELLIGENT AND CONVENIENT, WHICH IS CLEARLY FAR TOO MUCH TO EXPECT FROM THIS ASSEMBLY.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
EBWOP: OKAY, SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH THIS OBSESSION WITH BEING MEAN? YES I AM MEAN, OKAY? I AM A JERK. THIS IS NOT A SURPRISE. CAN WE STOP FOSING ME FOR BEING A JERK ALREADY? I'LL ADMIT IT STRAIGHT OUT: I AM A TOTAL JERK PRETTY MUCH ALL THE TIME. OKAY? HAPPY? CAN WE MAYBE MOVE ON? BEING A JERK DOES NOT CORRELATE TO BEING GUILTY.

PCG
 
AND I KICK MYSELF FOR PAST ACTIONS ENOUGH AS IS.


NO, YOU DON'T.

APPARENTLY SOME PEOPLE WOULD BE HAPPIER IF YOU KICKED YOURSELF FOR PAST ACTIONS A WHOLE LOT MORE, SINCE THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE GETTING A BOATLOAD OF FOSES FOR DOING RANDOM CRAP IN THE PAST AND BEING "MEAN" AND WORTHLESS NONSENSE LIKE THAT.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
WAIT, WHAT? I THINK YOU'RE GOING IN THE ABSOLUTE WRONG DIRECTION, WHICH, WHILE NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST A SURPRISING DEVELOPMENT, GIVEN THAT WE'RE PRETTY MUCH DOOMED TO SOME KIND OF CRITICAL MASS OF INCOMPETENCE IN ALL OF THESE GAMES AND ONLY MANAGE TO EKE OUT WINS BY TOTAL DUMB LUCK AND THE RIGHT PEOPLE BOMBING THEMSELVES INTO INACTIVITY, IS STILL NOT HELPING OUR ACTUAL CASE. I THINK THAT THE GAME IS A GAME IN GAME TOO, SO NO ONE IS "DEAD" THEY ARE JUST ELIMINATED. ON THAT NOTE, I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND EVERYONE THAT BEING DEAD MAY NOT STICK SO DON'T DO ANYTHING DUMB LIKE, SAY, GLOATING OOC TO PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE OUT, UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BURNED.

ANYWAYS, I BET OUR KILLERS BOTH WENT AFTER SLAM, AND OUR VIGILANTE TOOK OUT NAMIRA. THAT, OR ONE OF THE KILLERS HIT SLAM, ONE HIT NAMIRA, AND THE VIG HIT ONE. IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER. WHAT IS IMPORTANT NOW IS THAT WE ARE DOWN BOTH ANTI-TOWN POWER ROLES WHEN IT COMES TO KILLS, WHICH, WHILE BING A HUGE HELP, ISN'T REALLY A BIG DEAL IF WE DON'T GET OUR ACT TOGETHER. A GOOD START ON THAT FRONT WOULD BE ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDING THE RULES INSTEAD OF JUST CHASING OURSELVES AROUND IN CIRCLES LIKE IMBECILES WITH HOLES IN OUR THINK PANS, JUST AS A THOUGHT.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
UNFORTUNATELY, "ANYTHING SEEMS POSSIBLE" DOES EXACTLY JACK WHEN IT COMES TO NARROWING DOWN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. WHAT WE NEED TO DO IS CHECK OUT SLAM AND EVERYTHING RELATED TO HIM, I THINK. KEEPING A VOTE ON ROCKY MEANS NOTHING EXCEPT THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO VOTE FOR CHESHIRE. I DIDN'T WANT TO VOTE FOR CHESHIRE EITHER, ON THAT NOTE (NOT THAT I GOT THE CHANCE TO DO MUCH, WITH THE POWER BEING SCREWED DURING THE CRITICAL STAGES) BECAUSE HE WAS EITHER TERMINALLY INEPT OR SUICIDAL AND WE DON'T REALLY NEED ANOTHER JESTER MESSING EVERYTHING UP FOR US.

THE GOOD NEWS IS, UNLESS THERE ARE MORE NIGHTKILL ROLES THIS TIME, BEING DOWN A SERIAL KILLER MEANS WE'LL HAVE A SLOWER PACE, WHICH IS A BIT OF A BUFFER FOR THE INCOMPETENCE ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEED TO EMERGE AS THE CLUSTER OF STUPIDITY GETS ROLLING IN ERNEST.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
WAIT A SECOND, GUYS. I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THE MORONIC JOKE VOTE STAGE.

ANYWAYS, ENDEAVORING TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING ACTUALLY USEFUL, MAYBE IT'S WORTH TRYING TO RECONSTRUCT WHAT HAPPENED. IN THIS CASE, I THINK IT IS FAIRLY OBVIOUS THAT ONE OF BOTH KILLERS ATTACKED SLAM, PROBABLY BECAUSE OF SOMETHING HE DID. IT WOULD BE WORTH FIGURING OUT WHO HAD ISSUES WITH HIM, OR MAYBE WHO CONSPICUOUSLY DID NOT HAVE ISSUES WITH HIM. THAT WOULD BE THE SMART THING TO DO, BUT THAT'S PROBABLY EXPECTING WAY TOO MUCH OF THIS BUNCH.

ALSO, DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT A TIME TRAVELER IS? ARE WE GOING TO BE SEEING MORE OF DAVE? WE SHOULD FIGURE THIS ALL OUT REALLY QUICKLY, SINCE WE ARE AT A PREMIUM FOR TIME.

Homestuck Mafia: Game Thread
WELL, I BELIEVE WE CAN SAFELY SAY THAT EVERYTHING YESTERDAY WAS A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME. NOT LIKE IT WAS RIDICULOUSLY OBVIOUS TO ANYONE WHO ISN'T A TOTAL MORON OR ANYTHING.

OFFICIAL SOTF CHATROOM
We can just make the actual mibbit-server-based backup chat the permanent one. I'll change the links now.

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