whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh

Redack was sitting on the captain's chair on the bridge of the HMS Typo, a Zeppelin. They were floating over LLightington on their way to a vacation island somewhere in the Tnuian Sea. Redack was monitoring all of the guests (as all Redacks do) from his special monitoring and tagging system that he had installed for such an occasion. Each guest was tagged by his first mate and general slave, Helius, as they boarded the Zeppelin.

"Helium... My dear Helium... They have scoffed at me for the last time. I will have my vengeance upon them as only I can have. Let this game begin! May the Typos have mercy upon their souls!"

"Lord Redack, you do realize that the Mafia are amongst them?"

"Poor Helium... I invited them! Now get back to swabbing the deck!"

Redack pulled out a list of visitors and also the roles they played. The roles of the visitors were a bit blurry as it was dark; however, he smiled... it was an evil smile. He looked over the names.

1. Speed Bike Pro
2. Vandy
3. Xhin
4. FAW
5. Count Dooku
6. Ghowilo
7. Lady Flare
8. Hezekiah
9. EvilGuy0613
10. Lancer
11. Feral
12. Chief
13. Jo Nathan
14. KnokkelMillennium

Door Knob:
1. Castrael
2. mmhm

Then he looked over the roles:

Godfather who could not be detected...
Public Killer who could kill anyone during the day once without blockage, but then would be revealed...
Mafia Investigator who could investigate the town at night and know their role...
A Mafioso who was just a henchman...

A Cop who could find the Mafia except the Godfather
A Dreamer who would get to see the last post of the night round from the Mafia sans Mafia names
A Doctor who could possibly save someone from certain death...

Oh, this would be a fun game indeed.

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Ratio: 4 - 10

Night Talk: Off
No OOG