Upon your arrival in whichever country's borders this decrepit old castle is in today, a limousine picked you up. You were attended to in the castle, but you weren't allowed to leave. The area was rigged up with makeshift electric and water but overall the service was better than befits the place where it occurred. Once everyone had actually arrived, you were called into a grand hall where you were addressed by a tall man with catlike features as you sat reluctantly in chairs of well-crafted, surprisingly comfortable wood at a table of what was probably the same type of wood, though it seemed to be made of a single slab of it twenty feet long and four or so wide.
“I'm glad you all accepted my... invitation,” he declared, his booming voice enhanced by the acoustical properties of the hall. "You represent nine of the best assassins of the modern day, but as I said in the letter I sent out, there are two among you who have betrayed our principle of always remaining free agents. Two of you have allied with the Litia crime family. I'll be-”
The explosion rocked the whole building and sent most of the assembled assassins promptly under the table, ducking and watching for enemies. The man who had been addressing them was apparently just above the epicenter of the explosion. When it became apparent that that was the end of things, you emerged from beneath the table and began attempting to discern the identity of the man who had addressed you, who was now a great deal of scattered, scorched meat.
“No need for that,” came a voice from one of the room's many entrances. “I'm Pan, and that was the Dakarian. We're the ones who figured out about our two Mafia traitors.” You muttered amongst yourselves; the Dakarian was a legend, though nobody knew what exactly a Dakar was or why he was the Dakarian. He was widely considered the best in the business, hands-down; he was also notoriously paranoid about being eliminated, so if that really was him who was killed it must have been very important to him to come here. Pan wasn't as big of a name, but he was known to be one of the oldest names affiliated with the business. He wasn't as reclusive as the Dakarian had been – he had been seen by anyone in the last year – but for all his activity meeting him in person was a rarity. He was only 5'9" and didn't look nearly as intimidating as his reputation implied. “I was running intel for some doings of Dakarian's when we came across this. We've narrowed it down to some pair of you among these nine, so here's how things work since it's only fitting. You're going to vote amongst yourselves and figure out who among you is aligned with the Mafia, and you're going to send me your top pick each day in a bodybag. I'll send it down to some contacts of mine and I'll pass along the word on who you did in. If worst comes to worst and there are even numbers of Mafiosi and those still faithful to laws we live by, I'm shutting this down and killing all of you before everything goes to hell. Any questions? No? Good.”
Day 1 ends Tuesday, 9 PM Pacific. 9 Players means 3 votes to extend, 5 to Hammer a player or to vote to shorten the day.
[Town Win Condition: You win when both Mafia members are dead. Mafia Win Condition: You win when there are as many or more Mafia members than Town members. If you didn't get a Quicktopic Link, you're not Mafia.]
"Well then, let's get to it," Pan ordered, setting up a board to track each of your votes.
Day 1 ends Tuesday, 9 PM Pacific. 9 Players means 3 votes to extend, 5 to Hammer a player or to vote to shorten the day.
[Town Win Condition: You win when both Mafia members are dead. Mafia Win Condition: You win when there are as many or more Mafia members than Town members. If you didn't get a Quicktopic Link, you're not Mafia.]
"Well then, let's get to it," Pan ordered, setting up a board to track each of your votes.
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