Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161011125341

The Consigliere worked hard to earn his place in the Mafia's outpost in this godforsaken town. Silently working at night to deduce the town's many suspects. Luckily, he can reassure one thing: they can't be Mafia. That is, unless the Transporter or Witch gets involved. But they won't. The Transporter was lynched yesterday, and the Witch knows who he is. Well, hopefully.

He slips in the house easily, and glances over the whole room. He holds his breath in the shadows as the obvious Vigilante goes out to kill. This town really is dumb, he thinks to himself, if he didn't see me. The same vigilante was hung in the morning, as the "Investigator" pins the poor warrior on the gallows. The town rebukes the "Investigator", but forgives him as that's a common mistake amongst the Town's best. The Consigliere says a simple "Whoops" and promises to do better next time.

While the Consigliere claims to be the town's savior, he groans at the thought of his incompetent rival. Where the Investigator does good work, the Consigliere does better work. Maybe it's because of the money they pay, or the gun they keep in case he fails. Hard to say. All he knows is that he will make this town a graveyard, by hook or by crook. And all he needs to do is point.