Incognito's TL Mafia XVI - Page 47

Walking home from the post-election celebration, a slightly tipsy blue_arrow was whistling tunelessly to himself in the violet dusk. After a block or two, he noticed the sound of someone shuffling behind him. Though unnerved, he tried to shrug it off and started walking faster. The shuffling did not speed up in response, and blue_arrow felt safer the further he walked from his follower. As the streetlamps flickered on one by one, he took a quick peek behind him. One glimpse of his follower's frightening appearance was enough to clear his mind and convince him the Mafia was after him. Blue_arrow took off running. Sweat dripped off his forehead and fear spurred him to achieve near-Olympian speed as he sprinted for his life. He flew past several blocks in a few minutes, but always he could hear his attacker plodding relentlessly after him. Finally, the exhausted blue_arrow slumped against a lamppost, so worn out by his headlong dash that he couldn't move another step. All he could do was watch with mounting dread as his entirely unperturbed attacker caught up to blue_arrow and strangled him to death.

Instead of walking, Bill Murray drove home after the celebrations. When he arrived at his driveway, he was initially startled to see that his garage door had been forced open and didn't find any comfort when he looked within. It appeared as if a wild animal had been let loose inside his garage. Noticing that all the guns on his weapon rack were broken, Bill Murray started to panic. He turned around in a hurry, only to notice a broken rafter fall from the ceiling, landing right next to him. A high-pitched snicker immediately attracted his attention. He anxiously scanned the area, looking for a weapon. From the darkness, a figure appeared just outside the garage, advancing on him with what looked like a sledgehammer. The figure moved quickly, wearing a large helmet resembling an old rusty pail. The figure drew closer, and Bill Murray panicked and ran toward the door. Bill Murray tugged on the door, but it was locked. Bill Murray met his doom as the sledgehammer came down on his skull, ending his life.

On January 22 2010 11:25 Bill Murray wrote:
i would also like to request a detective to rolecheck me

Meanwhile, long after his fellow townspeople had left, Abenson lingered at the site of the lynching to ponder the unsettling recent events affecting Liquidia. He was so deep in his reflections that it took him a while to become aware of a presence beside him, also contemplating the empty gallows. He turned to face his fellow observer and cleared his throat. "Sad, isn't it?" he ventured.

"Yes," the man responded. "Many men will die here, before all this is done. One of them will be you."

As the words filtered through Abenson's brain, he blinked in sudden, terrible comprehension and turned to run. But the other man was unfazed; he simply reached out and grabbed a handful of Abenson's shirt with a powerful grip, preventing him from getting anywhere. Before the thwarted Abenson could break free or lash out, his attacker drove his knee hard into Abenson's groin, causing him to double over in agony. With a few quick punches and kicks, Abenson was left mangled before his attacker left the lynch site as quietly as he had come.

On January 23 2010 12:18 citi.zen wrote:
For the record: Bill had identified himself as a detective to a number of people, including myself. I asked him to be careful and stop doing that, but he explained he is an outgoing guy and doesn't care if it gets him killed. The rest is, unfortunately, history for him.

I repeat: if you are a blue, keep quiet and stay alive, unless you are sure of those you can trust.

Will take a look at the clues now...