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The Banker spent the day trying to find out if anybody would quite be the gossip that her late friend, the Chef was. She spoke to the Idol first, but she was too sweet, and unwilling to talk trash of the others. The Actress was too busy for her, and Racer was quiet and couldnt be found anyway.

The Biologist proved approachable, but the Banker found herself gossiping to the poor girl about herself. The scientist excused herself, leaving the Banker to search around for more friendship.

Eventually, she sought out the Heiress in her room. As she opened the door, however, she saw another sight entirely - some dark figure, shape beyond words, spilling into every crevasse in the room. Her mind went blank as the torrent of millenia of experiences washed over her. It all passed, and standing there was an old woman.

Why dearie, why the long face? Im just an elderly spinster. The Banker left, confused on if what she saw was real, until she bumped into the Gamer.

Dont worry, he said, I saw it too. Come on, lets tell everyone.

Soon enough, everyone was gathered together. The Painter spoke up: So youre saying the Heiress is evil?

I dont know how to explain it said the Banker, ... but shes definitely not the nice lady she appears to be.

Whatever do you mean? said the Heiress, now in elderly woman form. I am certainly an old woman.

No you shouldnt even be old at all, sister! stated the Heir.

Everyone turned on the Heiress as she put her hands up in self defense. I promise, Im just an old woman.

The Gamer replied Nah, pretty sure youre an eldritch god.

Shouldnt that make me unkillable?

Nah.

It was the Teacher who plunged the knife into the chest of the Heiress, whose form melted away as a wave a darkness blew across the entire room, before dissipating into the atmosphere.

Red13n has died! He was

A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasonsthe autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.

You are Nyarlathotep (H.P. Lovecraft), MAFIA Backup. Also known as the Crawling Chaos, you are the avatar of the Outer Gods, communing with the cults of the Gods. You often travel disguised as a man of wonders, showing humans trinkets and artifacts, all while pulling them into further states of madness.

Once per game, when one of your teammates dies, if they have a power, you will immediately gain their ability. You are accustomed to taking the guise of others, and can expertly assume their strengths.

Your victory is accomplished when the MAFIA acquires the numbers to make winning inevitable.

Everybody wordlessly decided to never speak of that event again, as they all went to bed for the night.

And then there were eighteen
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