Mafia 12 - Night 3

A gunshot ripped through the town and Dugglyn, the roleblocker fell to the ground, dead. Noelle, the gunsmith, stood behind her, gun in hand, a grin on her face. "Told you so" The body was quickly taken away by a small army of zombie caterpillars. Fooooooooood. 

Not long later Fabi, the jester, was finally making her debut. Walking down the red carpet and towards her stage, spouting nonsense all the way with a broad grin. "The walrus is a bubble! I can tell the future, I'm not a PI I'm a fortune teller! Mafia are good, town are evil! I will murder you all!" And with that an army of smiley faces swooped down upon the people, attacking to the sounds of Fabi's hysterical laughter. 

In the somewhat more sane view of everyone else, the people frowned at the manic and quite possibly loopy jester, stood with a noose around her neck, laughing uproariously. With a shrug the jester was dropped, and finally put to rest.

THE JESTER HAS WON, HOWEVER THE GAME HAS NOT ENDED, THERE IS STILL DEATH TO BE HAD. 

NIGHT HAS FALLEN. IT ENDS ON WESNESDAY AT 8PM.

Players:
1) Arc (He/him)
3) Noelle (She/her)
6) Raven (She/her)
8) Star (She/her)
9) Trip (He/him)

Roles:
Mafia
Town
Town
Gunsmith
Neutral