Young Nick, pingpongsam, and Eevee stood with arms folded, watching their impromptu bonfire blaze merrily into the night, consuming a sumptuous banquet of roast hay - and manda2014 along with it.
"You guys think we finally hit scum?" asked pingpongsam.
"We'll see soon enough." replied Young Nick.
After the fire died down, they gingerly picked through the charred remains. It was Eevee who found the blackened but still intact metal badge. "Guys! Guys! Look!" as he frantically rubbed away the soot. "There's writing here! A Mafia sigil? I can just make it out... 'T O W N V A N I LOOF"
When the blackness cleared, Eevee sat up moaning in the Hamlet's jail cell, rubbing at the lump on his head. shark_bait sat across the way, staring glumly at him. When Eevee's eyes cleared and gazed questioningly at his companion, sharky pointed to a letter wrapped around a steel file in the center of the cell:
"Dearest Companions,
It is with no small regret we take our leave of your humble Farming Village. Having eliminated any substantial resistance, it is now only a matter of time before our Mafia brethren arrive to make this land their own. But never let it be said we aren't sporting chaps; we have left you the means to escape your cell. Perhaps soon enough to escape the soon-approaching lynch? Perhaps not.
We did not, however, leave you any food. We are curious to see who wins when a shark and a rodent are trapped in tight quarters with no source of sustenance but each other. To Eevee, we offer these parting words of wisdom: Evolve or Die.
It has been a pleasure playing with you.
Best regards,
pingpongsam, Mafia Rolecop
Young Nick, Mafia Goon
International Brotherhood of Mafiosi
Local No. 286"
The Game Is Over. Mafia Wins!
(For those curious, both Eevee and shark_bait were also Town Vanilla. The only power role was Jailkeeper Robz.)
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