Despite the near anarchy that Kixit had brought on the bar (the cost of Bloody Marys had increased from £4 to £6 after all!), the successful removal of one of the more annoying patrons (seriously, frat bros, keggers, oh my!) had restored some level of decency and joviality.
With that crazy sun gone, the bargoers began to look amongst themselves to determine who was now in charge.
Well, obviously it wasnt the bartender, he was no longer with us. The cop might have been someone who could have taken the reins, but he had gone up in flames. The coke dealers were on the verge of making a power play, when the charismatic DJ spoke into the mic.
Ladies, Gentlemen, Spiders. It is time for us to come together as one and rise above these adversities, rise above these unspeakable tragedies we have faced in this grand opening. We must look within and make a decision.
Grumbles spread through the crowd, disquiet and some suspicion.
How do we even know he can be trusted?
I mean he could be just trying to ruin our night out too.
Just because he has a highly visible role and has been helping us out thus far? It could all be some elaborate trap!
The DJ continued with his speech undeterred, scuttling back and forth on the stage now, brandishing the microphone to and fro within his meaty claw.
Nature can be lethal, but it doesnt hold a candle to man. Now, youve seen how bad things can get and how quickly they can get that way. Well, they can get a whole lot worse. So, were not gonna fight anymore. Were going to pull together and find a way to get out of here. First were going to seal out this
His monologue was cut short abruptly in a shocking display as a monstrous shark broke up throw the floor boards of the stage, grabbed the crustacean, shook back and forth a few times and sank back into the whole from whence it came.
Well now,
that is something.
Crab has died!
Greetings! Kingsley welcomes you to
the Bar!
Check, check. Are you getting this cover of Wonderwall over the speakers?
You swear to god as you do the final checks of all of your sound equipment and prepare for another blasted 90s Night at another forsaken bar. Spice Girls? Check. Blink-182? Check. La Macarena? A double check. Lets do the damn thing.
You are The DJ and you are aligned with TOWN.
That means you are a a 1-shot Public Day Alignment Checker.
Once during a day phase, you can issue the command HAPPY BIRTHDAY: <name> to call them onto the bar to take their birthday shot of Fireball. If your target is town, they will be told happy birthday and given the shot. If your target is non-town, they will be berated and told to get off the damn bar.
Beyond this, you have the power to vote and discuss every day.
The game thread is:
HERE
If you have any questions, please feel free to PM Cabot or Kawl_USC.
You win when all threats to TOWN are eliminated.
DAY 4 BEGINS
Player List
(16 Remain):
01 [m] timetokill - New
02
[m] Catvoca - New [m] Mazre
03 [m] tomakasatnav
04 [f] Wherearemahdragonz DEAD
05 [m] Kyanrute
06
[m] euphemism [m] Lone_Prodigy
07
[m]A Human Becoming [f] Tar-Miriel - New [m] Gorlak
08 [m] Crab DEAD
09 [m] Retroid
10
[f] StackpoleH [m] Zeemumu
11 [m] Dusk Soldier
12 [m] TheExodu5 DEAD
13 [m] MattyG
14 [m] Ourobolus DEAD
15 [m] batsnacks
16 [m] SalvaPot
17 [m] AbsolutBro DEAD
18 [m] Barrylocke
19 [m] nin1000
20 [m] *Splinter DEAD
21 [m] Timeaisis
22 [m] Hyperactivity
23 [m] kingkitty DEAD
9 votes for majority.
Vote tool can be found here:
http://rfnx.ddns.net/mafia/1228204.html
DAY 4 ENDS