lol no. That would be too obvious. Fun fact though, before Hawkes made his screw up assigning roles I actually was assigned mafia along with Toolfree.
"It doesn't matter if you think I am a mafia, because I know myself I am not a mafia. Sort of like Wolverine when everyone thought he was a Skrull."
Awesome Marvel reference there.
Getting a bit accusative there Dannyrug... Wheres dat proof?"

Templar slowly picks his head off the table. Staring, bleary-eyed about for a few moments, he notices he's out of friggin milk. The resounding pounding in his head isn't being helped by the racket going about at the table. He decides to resolve this most pressing of issues in the only way he knew how.

"EVERYBODY SHADDUP!"

Everyone stares. Templar gets up from the table. He staggers about, head pounding.

"I needs ssome milch"

Then, he thought of something. Something that makes him freeze in his tracks.

"who"

"WHO"

"WHO ATE MAH COOKIES!!!!"

DartzPie quitely leaves the building, and goes his merry about to the night time ahead.

"Im dont belong here...."


*bad ending for me

"I've got the feeling that Templar is a milkaholic."

*Danny never lets ysome leave his sight in fear of what might come.

*Ysome becomes suspicious of Danny due to the fact he used an asterisk at the beginning of his sentence and quotation marks at the end which caused him to do something unexplainable.*
You fixed it you douche. XD jk.

Night has fallen on the small town in the middle of nowhere. Mafia, doctor and inspector, PM me your night actions. Take care not to reply in this thread, lest you out yourself.

"Dammit, nobody got lynched."\
*ysome hides behind a dumpster.*

*Stares at ysome*
What?

The Night Phase is now over, due to all of the night activities being PMed to me.

BleachMe has been found dead in his room, a single bullet hole between his eyes. He was a Villager.