Incognito's TL Mafia XVI - Page 70

With that, he launched himself forward at the three town leaders, lifting his fists and taunting them with strange barbaric noises. Incognito was the quickest to react, and ran toward the corner of the room containing the refrigerator opening it to use the door as a shield. Unfortunately, the killer took advantage of the opportunity and kicked Incognito into the refrigerator and slammed the door shut, locking him into the cold. Glancing back, he noticed Kennigit rushing at him with a knife he found in the kitchen drawer. The killer blocked Kennigit's blade with an apple that had had fallen out of the refrigerator and swiftly proceeded to shove the remains of the apple down Kennigit's throat before throwing him out the window.

On January 27 2010 04:48 Ng5 wrote:


Mystlord eyem the strongest. Very-very weak link. It takes strength to throw someone out the window. But it doesn't to kick the fridge's door on someone.

keit Again the only link is showing down an apple down the victim's throat. I don't know much for how barbaric Cookie Monster is, but isn't it far-fetched to call him so?

Something not so obvious.

meeple Into the fray my friends, may our feet be swift, our hands be sure, and our necks keep a firm grasp on our heads. ... Swift feet... Just how swift should you be to kick the door on someone right as you see they are ducking behind it. Given that Incognito was the quickest to react. And hands sure? How sure (and quick) should hands be to block a knife with an apple. And also, being struck, blocking with an apple and showing it right down their throat - and then throwing them out of the window. The quote itself also seems something you would say before a charge - a far-fetched relation with taunting, but it's still not much more far-fetched than the previous links.

Another thing. Maybe there's someone linked to a barbaric/tribal shaman? I have the feeling something is still missing about this barbaric person we haven't uncovered yet. Just a feeling.

On January 27 2010 04:50 Ng5 wrote:
Also the first guy taunted the ex-leaders with taking the nice little town. Which is another taunt. I can't picture the cookie monster taunting someone. It's more like the hockey zombie now?

Eat... his... brain...

Except for cookies.

On January 27 2010 04:52 Ng5 wrote:
If he's extremely barbaric he would want to tear the opponent apart and rip them open instead of showing them in the fridge or throwing out the window. Taunting also isn't very brainlessly barbaric...

The second Mafia member glared at Qatol in disgust and contempt. "Vile, dirty scum," he muttered, shuddering. He pulled out a thin knife and ran forward to stab Qatol in the chest. As Qatol lay dying, his lifeblood seeping from his wound, his killer carefully dragged the body into the closet, making sure to clean up the pool of blood on the floor.

On January 27 2010 04:48 Ng5 wrote:


Mystlord eyem the strongest. Very-very weak link. It takes strength to throw someone out the window. But it doesn't to kick the fridge's door on someone.

keit Again the only link is showing down an apple down the victim's throat. I don't know much for how barbaric Cookie Monster is, but isn't it far-fetched to call him so?

Something not so obvious.

meeple Into the fray my friends, may our feet be swift, our hands be sure, and our necks keep a firm grasp on our heads. ... Swift feet... Just how swift should you be to kick the door on someone right as you see they are ducking behind it. Given that Incognito was the quickest to react. And hands sure? How sure (and quick) should hands be to block a knife with an apple. And also, being struck, blocking with an apple and showing it right down their throat - and then throwing them out of the window. The quote itself also seems something you would say before a charge - a far-fetched relation with taunting, but it's still not much more far-fetched than the previous links.

Another thing. Maybe there's someone linked to a barbaric/tribal shaman? I have the feeling something is still missing about this barbaric person we haven't uncovered yet. Just a feeling.

On January 27 2010 05:14 flamewheel91 wrote:


Third night clue--death by poisonous mist. Mystlord himself says the killer (who takes off his scarf) seems impervious to it. Just something to say.

Okay back to game theory.

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.

Zona noticed that even the air was gradually growing harsh and stifling. He was starting to have difficulty breathing. The thick air stuck to the back of his throat and filled his nostrils, making him feel dizzy and drowsy. He tried to fight the sensation but couldn't and keeled over, unconscious. A man with a scarf wrapped around his face appeared above him, looking perfectly at home in the oppressive atmosphere.

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.