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Mafia Game Thread: Now Ends the Age of Man

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Loki:
Wandering the streets aimlessly, Sven finds himself drawn to the Coffee of Doom.

Masterpiece:
Coming up to Coffee of Doom, Dale sees the lights are still on. He goes inside, shouting:
"Anybody here?"

Thrillho:
Bird is drunk on a streetcorner.

IF ONE OF YOU TAPDANCING FUCKINGJAYS BUYS ME A COFFEE I'LL LET YOU SEE MY DICK

FUCK IT GET ME A LARGE AND YOU CAN TOUCH IT I DON'T CARE

Loki:
As Sven sees a tall sillhouette entering the CoD, he briefly contemplates whether he should do anything about it. Then he shuns himself: I better make sure the place doesn't get robbed. Dora would kill me...

Carefully positioning himself near the large windows, he peeks inside and recognizes Dale. Relieved, he opens the door and leans in the doorway nonchalantly.

"Hey Dale, what brings you here at the time of the night?"

Method of Madness:
Broseph, long abandoning hope of getting any meaningful sleep, tucked his EMP under his arm, and filled a duffel bag with ramen and slung it over his shoulder, before heading out the door to make the three hour walk from Amherst to Northampton. The past 100 days had been good for him, at least in terms of exercise. Not much else to do, and cardio was important to survive in any uprising, whether zombie or AI. This would not be the first time he made the journey, but as he knew, it could always be the last. Maybe there were some holdouts there, he thought. Maybe they weren't even evacuated. Only one way to find out. As he walked out into the cool October night, he realized it was Mischief Night, and wondered if the AI would step up their game tonight. He wondered if that were even possible, and then soon realized that like it or not, he'd probably find out soon.

Before he knew it, he was walking between abandoned cars and was on his way.

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