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okay, only one person's vote is still missing and we now have a clear 'winner'. I'll post the update as soon as I finish typing out the episode 
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A not so lucky winner
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sorry for the delay- placing the clue(s) was very delicate this round... very delicate.
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Chapter 5: The Election Results
“The election results are in Sir, and Oh My Gawd!” The short man halted in mid-read.
“No... It cannot be.” The tall man shook his head.
“Death! But this election was for the Presidency!” The Presidential Candidate called out.
“You should have known better Sir.” The short man shook his head.
“I’ll page the Secretariat, have him call in some favors.” The Presidential Candidate insisted.
“Too late... He won’t help you now. Would you like me to mention anything in your obituary?” The familiar face of someone who always had a sheaf of black paper and a black pointed pen in his hand emerged from the shadows.
“But- what- who- you’re not in my party- neither is the- and you- what? What’s happening?”
The figures blurred. Images of the survivors of the hellish ordeal flashed past in the Candidate’s head. All the people darkened in his gaze.
“Wait- calm down- Why is it too late?” The Presidential Candidate screamed at the images.
“Sorry.” A dark figure raised his weapon. “But you’re dead.”
A shot rang out.
LU Presidential Candidate Vovan fell to the floor.
Waking, Vovan broke out in a hot sweat. Opening his eyes, he sighed. “It was all just a bad dream.”
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The votes having been counted, DrSpike was taken past the murder-scene down into the sewer where duke o’ york and the Vice President of MOD, Skanky Burns cracked off the hilt of the water-main and bashed him over the head.
Emerging from the sewer, blood on his hands, Skanky Burns grimly retired to MOD headquarters.
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The Campaign Manager was working on the documents.
“Shame isn’t it that Doctor Spike was killed.” A man holding a black pen entered the room.
“Why? He’s not even in our party.” Imran frowned.
The other man smiled.
“What are you getting at?” Imran insisted.
“I’ve been doing a little sleuthing of my own,” The other man started.
“Yes- and?”
“It’s getting mighty suspicious that no SPAM party members are being killed.”
“And why are you telling me this?”
“I think you should adjust your votes accordingly.”
“What?”
“For the killer.”
“Why?”
“Why not? Wouldn’t it look bad if the only survivors were from the SPAM party?”
“They should I vote for you?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
“Who’s close to cracking? Who’s no longer an asset?” The other man turned and left the room. “Think on it.”
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G.J. Ramsey took Vovan’s pulse. “It’s not good.” He frowned.
“What is it? Vovan croaked.
“You’re suffering from Stress Syndrome B. There’s no known cure except to remove you from the situation of stress.”
“Gawd.” Vovan closed his eyes, trembling.
“At least I think that’s what you have...” G.J. muttered, taking his hand from Vovan’s wrist. “I wish Dr. Spike was here to confirm my deductions.”
Vovan winced.
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Zopperoni refused to travel anywhere without an escort any more. He even made Rasputin accompany him to the bathroom, flashlight in hand.
Waiting by the door and biting off the core of an apple, Rasputin twiddled his fingers.
After a few minutes, he thought he saw someone sneak past him in the shadows. Abandoning Zopperoni, he followed the man, but lost him when he neared the basement. Shrugging his massive shoulders, Rasputin returned to the bathroom... but Zopperoni was no longer there.
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Later that night, Skanky Burns choked on his food... And couldn’t stop choking. As his lungs clogged, he wished he had ordered Duke o’york or asked the Party Chairman to stand by his side and wondered why they hadn’t returned to the Headquarters this night and if they were out gathering food or plotting to assassinate someone.
As his mind became overwhelmed with pain, Skanky neverthless continued to think...
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Code:Alive Name Role   Name Role duke o' york Bodyguard (MOD)   Zopperoni Presidential Candidate (SPAM) Spaced Cowboy Party Chairman (MOD)   Joncha Speechwriter (SPAM) gjramsey Campaign Manager (LU)   Rasputin Vice Presidential Candidate (SPAM) Imran Siddiqui Campaign Manager (SPAM)   Vovan Presidential Candidate (LU) Nuclear Master Secretariat (LU)   Dead Name Cause of Death   Name Cause of Death Theben (MOD) Neck Wounds   General Ludd (MOD) Throat Cut Jonny (LU) Hung   Chaunk (SPAM) Shot in Head Jon Miller (MOD) Strangled   General Ludd (MOD) Shot in Head Urban Ranger (MOD) Strangled   Dr. Spike Bludgeoned Skanky Burns (MOD) Choked   ??? ??? Status   Votes DAY   Round 1-General Ludd (4 votes)       Round 2- Chaunk (3 votes)       Round 3- General Ludd (MOD Demanded)       Round 4- Dr. Spike (3 votes) -->Visit CGN!
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Sorry, Spike. I guess I jumped on you too quickly.
The clues seem to point to the SPAM party, and based on this chapter, Zopperoni and Rasputin seem to be innocent. I know I'm not the killer...
Now... who does that leave?
vote sent~ If Tehben spits eggs at you, jump on them and throw them back. ~ Eventis ~ Eventis Dungeons & Dragons 6th Age Campaign: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: (Unspeakable) Horror on the Hill ~Comment
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/me takes some heart pills
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It is interesting joncha is trying to pin the blame on me. The voice in black said to look at the person no longer an asset... I think that can only point to the speechwriter.“I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
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That's just one of the schemers (Ras or Zop) trying to save their own skins by deflect attention away from our party. You went along with it 'cuz you're the killer!~ If Tehben spits eggs at you, jump on them and throw them back. ~ Eventis ~ Eventis Dungeons & Dragons 6th Age Campaign: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: (Unspeakable) Horror on the Hill ~Comment
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spam have never been killers, i cant believe one of my own would do this... no the last remaining candidates from the other party are trying t othrough blame our way.....
so it is obviously ...............
Vote sentGM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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Dammit!
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the dead sending votes tooo...
didnt you read the story first ?GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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I'm not dead Ras.
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I think he meant me. Didn't you know that "dammit" means "vote sent" in Australian?
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That is true. It is on page 19 of the Aussie dictionary.I'm building a wagon! On some other part of the internets, obviously (but not that other site).Comment
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