Little Italy...Mafia 2.0

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"His inactivity is suspicious," PPBG agreed, speaking her words slowly. She looked to the sky, her brow furrowed. "And with only a few hours left before nightfall," she reasoned, "I guess my vote is against Jeremor as well."
Vote: Jeremor

[Froggy]

HAMMER DROP!

There was little debate to be held in the town hall as the citizens threw accusations back and forth at each other. "It was Dough! No, PPBG hasn't been seen lately! But Jeremor has been even MORE inactive!" All of which were valid points, and led to the ultimate downfall of the Valle D'acosta.

PPBG stood. Arcus stood. A gunshot went off, causing mass panic as Jeremor was shot, entering the stage at the very last minute. A pinkish spectacle followed suit, laughing manically before disappearing in thin air. Jeremor had ignored the warnings from the ghostly spectacle, and Queen Bee...well, she just had bad luck. The townies had turned on her just as PPBG, the Mafia Godfather, had recruited her the night before.

Well played Arcus, setting up your newest team mate.

Arcus, Mafia Doctor, stood there grinning, holding out a gun and blowing the smoke out of the barrel, Bee laying there lifeless.

The Italians have come.

The Italians will win.

The Italians HAVE won.

Badges will be handed out ASAP to those who did not get auto-killed