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Yeah, it's a completely different atmosphere and not quite as fun. And you can't see any shifty eyes or blushing.

It was a quiet night in Nowheresville, so when the sun rose, everyone woke up refreshed and chipper. Mrs. E in particular was quite cheerful. After her morning tea and bisuit, she ventured outside to work on her gardening. While crossing her back yard towards the shed, she noticed something peculiar leaking out under the door. When she got closer, she noticed the liquid was red and sticky. To make sure it wasn't a prank that the neighbor's spoild brat children weren't playing on her, she slowly opened the door. When she fully absorbed the horror that was in front of her. One of her neighbors ran over to see what was causing the commotion when he saw Mrs. E frozen in shock in front of a man that was hanging from the ceiling of her shed, held up only by the large hook that was shoved up under his jaw. Before she fainted, Mrs. E uttered, "No... not Ballard."

Town, it's up to you decide. Who is responsible for this crime? Accuse away!

KTkat:
Damnit, Phil (Boro), you killed him so Tommy could have the jacket, didn't you?

Slick:
Alright, I think this game is unbalanced in the favour of the mafia.
As such, I move that we vote the KTKat to the lynching station post-haste, since see seems keen to blame poor old Phil.

P.S. Can we play this for real in Toronto? Pretty please?

KTkat:
Can I counter-accuse Slick? 'Cause I want to do that.

I am far too busy studying for midterms to be killing people.

Also bloody killing is gross.

Edit: I wish I could go to Toronto :(

Ballard:

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