EXiLE Mafia
On a remote island in the Pacific, twelve strangers met. They had been called there for an important reason, one that carried significance that many could not comprehend. Each person was one who had gained knowledge of a forbidden secret, one so secret that not even I could tell you. Unfairly, the government exiled them in order to ensure that it never be told. The island was under tight lockdown, forcing the detainees to stay there and live off its bounty for their entire lives. The people there were fine with it though, as the island was like living as a king, with all the food they could eat, luxurious homes, and delicious island delicacies every day. The government, however, seemed not to have enough faith in the security lockdown alone…
It was Day 86 (the detainees weren’t given exact dates to avoid coordination of an escape attempt). These men and women congregated into the grand palace that stood on the hill in the center of their island. Called the meeting hall, it was public ground where the people gathered to socialize and eat. This place was huge and magnificent in its design, as fine art and statues flanked marble walkways, leading to a gigantic fountain in the center with a diameter of at least 30 meters. Chandeliers hung, made from the finest gems and crystals, and bands of silver lined the columns that surrounded the great manor.
One of the waiters sped over to one of the tables. A detainee seated there was feasting on a fresh apple and some delicious pasta from the island’s stores. He sniffed the air and caught the wafting scent of ocean breeze and the swaying palms outside. His daydream, however, was interrupted by the waiter standing by him, who looked as if he had just been robbed. The waiter hastily whispered something in the man’s ear, whose expression immediately displayed his intense interest. He stood and tapped the table several times to get everyone’s attention.
At the man’s request, the waiter stood and explained. He had found four submachine guns hidden in an unused well on the island’s southern shore. He had disposed of them, along with all their ammunition, due to the fact that the detainees were forbidden to have firearms. All of the other men mumbled to one another about security and some other things that were of relevance. The waiter held up his hand for silence, and explained that he also learned that three of them were in fact government spies sent to assassinate them all. Everyone began chattering amongst themselves in worried tones.
Suddenly, the lights shut off. A mechanical clank rang through the hall as someone threw the breaker switch. It was then followed by two gunshots. Everyone ducked beneath their tables, holding on to their necks like a hiker clinging to cracking ice on a mountainside, as if it would somehow stop a bullet. A chill swept through the room, and the detainees waited what seemed like an hour, their breath stolen with the speed and fluidity of a pickpocket. With their eyes closed in anxiety, it took several seconds for them to realize when the light had been restored.
The waiter was on the floor, shot twice in the head with pistol rounds. Everyone looked about with dread. One of those twelve had fired those shots. They realized that all their lives were in serious jeopardy and that something would have to be done, and soon, to prevent their eventual elimination for holding the terrible secret. They would need to come up with a method of ferreting out the government agents, and fast, before they all wound up dead.
It was Day 86 (the detainees weren’t given exact dates to avoid coordination of an escape attempt). These men and women congregated into the grand palace that stood on the hill in the center of their island. Called the meeting hall, it was public ground where the people gathered to socialize and eat. This place was huge and magnificent in its design, as fine art and statues flanked marble walkways, leading to a gigantic fountain in the center with a diameter of at least 30 meters. Chandeliers hung, made from the finest gems and crystals, and bands of silver lined the columns that surrounded the great manor.
One of the waiters sped over to one of the tables. A detainee seated there was feasting on a fresh apple and some delicious pasta from the island’s stores. He sniffed the air and caught the wafting scent of ocean breeze and the swaying palms outside. His daydream, however, was interrupted by the waiter standing by him, who looked as if he had just been robbed. The waiter hastily whispered something in the man’s ear, whose expression immediately displayed his intense interest. He stood and tapped the table several times to get everyone’s attention.
At the man’s request, the waiter stood and explained. He had found four submachine guns hidden in an unused well on the island’s southern shore. He had disposed of them, along with all their ammunition, due to the fact that the detainees were forbidden to have firearms. All of the other men mumbled to one another about security and some other things that were of relevance. The waiter held up his hand for silence, and explained that he also learned that three of them were in fact government spies sent to assassinate them all. Everyone began chattering amongst themselves in worried tones.
Suddenly, the lights shut off. A mechanical clank rang through the hall as someone threw the breaker switch. It was then followed by two gunshots. Everyone ducked beneath their tables, holding on to their necks like a hiker clinging to cracking ice on a mountainside, as if it would somehow stop a bullet. A chill swept through the room, and the detainees waited what seemed like an hour, their breath stolen with the speed and fluidity of a pickpocket. With their eyes closed in anxiety, it took several seconds for them to realize when the light had been restored.
The waiter was on the floor, shot twice in the head with pistol rounds. Everyone looked about with dread. One of those twelve had fired those shots. They realized that all their lives were in serious jeopardy and that something would have to be done, and soon, to prevent their eventual elimination for holding the terrible secret. They would need to come up with a method of ferreting out the government agents, and fast, before they all wound up dead.
Folks with
blue
names are eligible to be voted on the current game day.ALIVE:
Cheesefan
DeanWinchester
RangeroftheNorth
replaces Ghyrt
Jack
JDodge
Maz Medias
Raging Rabbit
Romanus
yellowbounder
DEAD:
Fircoal (Detainee/Townie) Killed Night One
Skruffs (Detainee/Townie) Lynched Day One
The Central Scrutinizer (Detainee/Townie) Killed Night Two
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Nominations Archive
DAY ONE:
Cheesefan, Skruffs, JDodge, Raging RabbitDAY TWO:
RangeroftheNorth, Maz Medias, Romanus, Raging Rabbit