"TIME!" Guzma shouted. Pacing to the front of the room, he tallied up the final votes.
Votes:
Panoramic_Vacuum/Phoebe - 3 (HelloYellow17/Rui, Chibi Pika/Stracion,
Dragonfree/Jack)
Chibi Pika/Stracion - 2 (FauxFox/Spencer,
Panoramic_Vacuum/Phoebe)
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Phoebe," he said, his brows jumping up. Whether it was because he was impressed or surprised, it was hard to tell. "You're canned."
Panoramic_Vacuum/Phoebe was eliminated and sent to the Dunce Room. She was a Third Party.
"And..." he continued, pausing for an obnoxious dramatic effect. It looked like he was barely holding onto his laughter. "...that's fucking game, y'all."
Thugs have eliminated all threats to their faction and reached parity with the Homies.
THUGS WIN!
Applause rang out from all corners of the mansion, as grunts emerged from every room on both floors. Some even seemed to come from the darker corners and from out behind furniture, throwing confetti, hooting and hollering, and screaming encouraging expletives. The sound of tape tearing could be heard just before a banner reading 'CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS WINNERS!' draped down from the ceiling over the staircase.
Tupp, Rapp, and Zipp were present yet again, having taken to jumping up on one of the couches to help further express their excitement at the outcome, and, most notably, a slender woman with neon-colored hair and a stoic-faced blonde man had manifested at the top of the staircase, watching the scene with shared exhaustion.
"What a fuckin' game," Guzma declared, slowly clapping his hands as he shook his head in disbelief. "I was pretty fuckin' certain this would be anybody's game, and y'all just proved me right. As the prissy ass Galarian resort-dwellers would say, 'jolly good show.'" His mocking English accent was absolutely horrible, but he didn't seem to care.
"That said, Thugs!" He turned to the remaining Thug team members, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're in. Welcome aboard. Including your partner who got bounced to the Dunce Room. Speaking of which, somebody go get those suckers."
As a grunt or two ran off to retrieve those imprisoned in the Dunce Room, Guzma turned back to the rest of the group. "As for the rest of ya..."
He gave another dramatic pause. This time around, however, he appeared to be thinking on something.
"You're in too!"
Shared gasps of disbelief could be heard among the grunts, paired off with some more excited cheers. Guzma raised his hands, causing the building to immediately fall silent.
"What can I say? Y'all played a crazy ass game, and I'm in no position to turn away a solid group of deductive reasoners."
He paused, squinting at nothing. "Reasoners. Reason-ing...
ers. Is that even a word? Wait no.
Thinkers. Yeah. That's what I was looking for." Rolling his eyes, he shook his head and swatted his hands.
"Anyway. Yeah. You all. You're in too!"
He then turned his attention toward the woman and man standing at the top of the stairs, gesturing wildly to the group. "See, Plums? Gladion? Didn't I tell ya this was gonna be a fire ass idea?"
"I don't see the point if you just ended up letting them all in anyway," Gladion said flatly. "Waste of time and resources, honestly."
"Can we even accommodate 11 more recruits?" Plumeria questioned, tucking her fist under her chin.
Guzma considered their concerns for a long moment, but they clearly didn't do much to dissuade his decision. Shrugging, and sighed. "We'll figure it out. For now, YA BOY MADE BROWNIES AGAIN!"
[[That's game everyone! Thank you so much for playing and being part of my first mafia DM experience, and thank you so much for having patience with me as I figured everything out on my end. Congrats to the stellar play from everyone, and hopefully I'll catch you all at my next game!
The thread will remain open for a couple days to allow for some extra RP, speculation, and screaming. I'll post an invite to the deadchat in Discord, and will post my tracking spreadsheet and role flavors shortly.
Gg, everyone! 🤍 ]]
