The participants of Football Mafia were rejoicing (well - most of them were) after the death of the Mafia Godfather and the Serial Killer in one night. What a brilliant result for all of them! Spirits were high and the day went past flawlessly, after the muck around game was played in good fairness at a high level with no dirty tackles or complaints. Dinner went past smoothly, with all the competitors chatting to each other.. and it looked like, perhaps, for the first time, they would manage to get their first uninterrupted night.
At around 10PM, most of the footballers had gone to do their separate thing.
Treva was sitting in a lounge chair on his own in the main room, reading a fascinating novel when suddenly he heard a yell from outside. This wasn't a friendly yell. Someone was in serious trouble. At first, Treva just wanted to sit back down and carry on reading, but his curiosity got the better of him - and besides, he reasoned, with the serial killer gone surely only one person could die at most tonight. He quietly opened the door and brushed past the trees, in the direction he had heard the yell from.
Without warning, a twig snapped behind Treva. He began to look around nervously... maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Whoever had made the yell was nowhere to be found, and clearly it was far too dangerous to be staying outside again. He heard some more rustling of leaves, and he decided that he was getting out of here. He began to jog back to the mansion, but as he was running he tripped over something hard and went face first into the ground...
He lay there for a moment, wondering if anyone was going to attack him, but after a few seconds there was no sound and he reassured himself it was just an animal. Then he rolled over to see what had tripped him, and found himself staring into the lifeless face of
BKB1991. Blood was seeping out from his body and his face was contorted into a horrible expression. He had clearly only been recently killed.
Treva pulled himself to his feet, and began to walk backwards away from the corpse. Just as he broke out of the clearing, he turned around...
And came face to face with a 16-inch knife.
"HEEELLPPPP" screamed Treva but it was the last word he ever said, as his throat was slit in an instant.
In the morning, some people had complained of some funny sounds outside last night, but nobody realised anything was wrong until someone pointed out where Treva and BKB were. In horror, they realised that they were both missing and it didn't take long for them to find their bodies - only a few metres apart. Both had evidently been killed brutally... and suddenly, it seemed that the deaths weren't over...
Treva was
You are Diego Maradona, Legends-Aligned. You are widely regarded as one of the best players to ever grace the game of football and have gone down as a legend of the game. You are a Cult Leader, and you may recruit one player to your cult every night. You are overnight-immune until you make your first recruit. Since you are such a brilliant player, you can also make one kill any time throughout the game.
BKB1991 was
You are Steven Gerrard, Team Football-Aligned. You are a true loyal Red, and you are an English superstar. Having played at Liverpool for your entire career, you are a very loyal player and also a knowledgeable one. You may put this knowledge to good use. Every night you may PM me the name of whoever you want to investigate.
You win when Team Football wins, if you survive to the end.
blake added 15 Minutes and 51 Seconds later...
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