It was night, the air was still. The residents of the quiet town of crossoverville rested. Most of them anyways. Cold Fusion was taking a midnight stroll through the sleepy town. crossoverville is quite a distance from all the major Cutopian Cities, and one would image that nothing bad would happen to him here. Mafia games were a thing of the past, the community didn't show too much interest in them... right?
Right...?
Something about the air didn't sit well with Cold Fusion, so he looked around. Then he got insta-gibbed. Poor sap.
The next morning, the residents of crossoverville came across the splattered remains of Cold Fusion. They began to discuss the possibility that maybe, just maybe, they were tossed into another game of mafia. Sounds too farfetched, but this ain't no Cutstuff Adventure. With all forms of trust between the residents of crossoverville being tested, someone just has to make the first move...
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Day 1Death(s):
Cold Fusion [Usual Victim]
"This hapless sucker always manages to be killed in mafia games one way or another."
[No Specials]
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And this time, I am most certainly not the villain.
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