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The placid dawning of dawn over Toddsylvania is shattered by discordant blasts of noise. It sounds like someone is jumping up and down on a set of bagpipes. The villagers, their curiosity undiminished by the near-constant slayings happening in their town, track the noises to the door of Sax's house. Opening the door, they see the great man himself lying face down on the floor, unclothed from the waist down. Protruding grotesquely from between his buttocks is the shiny, brass bell of a saxophone. A sad, painful note issues from it, as Sax, still alive, notices the villagers and points weakly towards an open ledger on his desk. The effort proves too much, however, and as his death rattle echoes through the Saxophone jammed in his rectum, he expires, the victim of uninspired irony, and of...
An examination of the ledger (which bears the title "Crimes I am Solving") reveals that Sax was indeed a Detective, and through his intrepid investigation determined that Perspehone is not mafia, Qalyn was not Mafia, Paleface was Mafia, and that the final Mafioso, responsible for his death, is.....Lionheart.
"I don't think there's much need for a vote here," exclaims Mayor Todd. "We trust this brave, very dead man implicitly. Lionheart, how dare you kill Sax in such a grotesque fashion?"
"I have ADHD," he replies, smirking.
Whisky Priestess pipes up "Since Lionheart killed Sax with such poetic irony, we should do the same, and rip out his heart and feed it to a lion. Wouldn't that be bitchin', as the kids say?"
Mayor Todd looks her up and down. "You got a lion?"
"No."
"Well, fine," replies Mayor Todd, and turns and shoots Lionheart in the forehead with a derringer.
"And that's the end of that chapter...."
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Thank you all for playing....It's been a blast... I'd like to invite you all to contribute to the discussion thread, so that we can come up with some standard ways of dealing with circumstances that arose during this game.
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