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Obey. That was the only word he understood. Though he may seem like your average everyday townie, the story behind his grin is a grim, horrible and ghastly tale. That man is only known as the Mafioso. He dreams of only one thing; a brighter future for his whole family. Especially for his beloved Godfather. Just to achieve that dream, he will murder anyone his Godfather wishes. Whether it be the Mayor that once stood in the Godfather's way, an Investigator who tracked down the Arsonist or even a Werewolf who killed the Survivor that promised to stand by his side... he just doesn't care. So long as anyone who opposes him is dead, or submitting to the Mafia. But... what if the Godfather was killed? Well... let's just say a replacement is already waiting. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to KittyKnight)

There was a satisfying crunch as the Mafioso's fist connected with the Doctor's chin. The Doctor stumbled backwards as several teeth fell from his mouth. The Mafioso advanced on the Doctor, throwing him into the next room. The Doctor stood hurriedly before searching frantically for a knife. He swung wildly at the Mafioso, who ducked under the attack and grabbed the Doctor's arm, wrenching it backwards. The Doctor started screaming as the Mafioso broke his arm. The Doctor fell to the floor, crying in pain. The Mafioso slowly pulled out a knife from his belt. The screams stopped pretty quickly after that. The Mafioso looked out from behind a curtain for any onlookers, noticing the Framer slipping away from his target's home. The Mafioso inspected his suit, noticing it was spotted with blood. He sighed in disgust. He decided to go back to his house for a change of attire. As day began to approach, the Mafioso searched for the Sheriff to declare there had been a murder. The Town began to gather and the Mafioso was surprised to discover that the Godfather had been killed by the Jailor. He felt no misery as the Sheriff looked over the Godfather's body. The Sheriff dragged away the body of the man who had brought him into the gritty underworld of Salem, yet the Mafioso felt no despair. As the Investigator revealed that the Framer's target was a member of the Mafia, the Framer slowly approached the Mafioso. 'This is a disaster.' He whispered to the Mafioso. The Mafioso murmured something inaudible whilst the Town dragged the Framer's target to the gallows. The man yelled out that he wasn't part of the Mafia as the noose was tightened around his neck. 'What shall we do?' Whispered the Framer. The Mafioso felt a grin spread across his face, realising this what he had always wanted. 'I will lead us to riches, my friend.' (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to bearprey)

There are big plans for this town. BIG plans. He didn't know what they were, and he didn't wanna know. Ideas, plans, that was for the Don and the bosses. To be honest, it reminded him of his tour in the army. Those war movies? Forget about it. they're a bunch of garbage. When his unit wasn't on the march or shooting some village to pieces, he was on his ass most of the day, every day. Drawing a paycheck, killing time and waiting. Until orders come down from on high. Then it's grab your guns, grab your tools, do the job and do it well. Things are different now, better food, better work, better clothes, and better company. Like those men he served with, these mobsters are his family, his brothers. A small part of him doesn't like having to go after civvies in the night, but the boss says that we need this town, all of it, for the families survival. If the townies are too dumb to leave, then it's survival of the fittest. The Godfather knows best and the family is everything. EVERYTHING. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Furril)

An up-and-coming star in the mafia, the Mafioso does everything in their power to impress his Godfather. Raised on the streets, the Mafioso breaks kneecaps and dirt-naps anyone that stands against the Family. He is the right hand of the Godfather and will take his place should the family lose its head. (unregistered contributor)

By day, he is just a simple part of the town, trying to lynch the evil-doers. But at night, he sneakes out to visit the Godfather. The Godfather gives him the orders. He gladly does it. Tip-toeing out, he stealthly walks to his targets house and assassinates him. He drags out the body to the town center, leaving a death note clenched in the targets hand, then returns to his own house. At morning, he calls out the sheriff and, between fake sobs, tells him that he found this man with a death note in hand. As he hands the death note to the sheriff, he can hardly contain the smirk on his face. But...what's this? Someone is accusing the Godfather of treason! Despite his efforts, the Godfather is hung. As the Framer meets up with him, the Framer asks who will lead them. Putting on a bold smile, he says two words. "I will." (unregistered contributor)

The Mafioso looks at his collection of weaponry, picking one that looks right for the job tonight. The Godfather had tasked him with eliminating a nosy town member tonight. The Mafioso was only too happy to oblige, and so now here he sat in his basement, studying each weapon and deciding which one should get the job done as he needs. He finally picks one, a lightweight pistol but with enough kick to get the job done. He looks to the Godfather's house, seeing him watching the Mafioso through a window. They nod to each other and the Mafioso sets off for the target's house. He opens the door slowly, creeping inside and closing it behind him. There were numerous knives lying on the counter. One of them was stained with blood, from what the Mafioso could see. As he laid eyes on that knife, his skin began to crawl. Was this the Serial Killer? Did the Godfather send him after someone more evil than him? The Mafioso shook his head and concentrated. No. The Godfather sent him here to do a job. Regardless of who it is, he had to do it. He promised loyalty to the family and the Godfather. He crept further into the house and as he was about to sneak into the basement, he heard the door open again. It was the occupant. The Mafioso waited until the occupant walked into the kitchen, breathing a heavy sigh and wiping beads of sweat from his brow. The Mafioso saw his chance, aimed carefully from the shadows, and fired. The shot connected with the other man and the Mafioso quickly turned tail and fled from the house, not sure whether or not he had actually killed him. That morning, the body was found in the courtyard...but so was the Godfather's. It was revealed the Godfather had been executed by the Jailor and the person the Mafioso shot was actually the Doctor. That same day, the Investigator spoke up, accusing the Mafioso. The Investigator had found the Mafioso's weapon collection! The Mafioso quickly claimed that the Investigator was an Executioner, and invited the Sheriff to check him tonight to confirm. That night, sure as promised, the Sheriff barged his way into the Mafioso's home and started interrogating him with a brutal third degree. Normally, the Mafioso would have caved under the pressure and admitted to being a member of the family, but there was something different about how he felt tonight. He felt cool, calm and collected despite seeing the Godfather's body before him just hours ago. The Sheriff started investigating the Mafioso's home. As much as he really didn't want to admit it, there was genuinely nothing suspicious he could find on the Mafioso. Reluctantly, he left the Mafioso's home to report his inability to find anything dodgy. The Mafioso smiled to himself and started to pick his target for the night, exactly as the Godfather used to. He was now in the Godfather's shoes. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Godfather was very intimidating. However, intimidation wasn't enough. He needed some helpers. He knocked on doors. He didn't know what he was looking for exactly, but when he saw a fitting person, he would take them. Then, he found someone. He knocked vigorously. The Godfather got answered by a young, shaking man. "Err... Hi..." The Godfather looked at him bitterly. "May I come in?" "Of course, make yourself at home!" The Godfather walked in sat down. "Listen closely. I need someone to help kill the town. We will rule it." "I'm sorry?" The man looked utterly shocked. "You will help me with this mission. Whoever I ask you to kill, whoever I ask you to visit, you must must follow my lead." The Godfather was now smiling. "Well... What about my family... My friends... I..." He looked like he was about to cry. "You will follow my commands. You may even get promoted. Your family may survive, if you work well enough." His smile widened. "What if I say no?" The Godfather stopped smiling. "I will tell the town you're a killer. I'm good at persuasion." "I..." The man tried to think of something, but he was stuck. "That settles it. Don't think about telling anyone about this. Or your family won't be here to stay much longer." The Godfather seemed pleased. He walked out of the house silently. The man stood there. He had to do what he had to do. (Credit To Runtoastrun)

The Mafioso was a trusted Vigilante; the entire town trusted him, until the Godfather offered him so much more. Thanks to the Disguiser, he was able to make people seem as if he was new. The Godfather had ordered him to eliminate another town member. He bowed down then immediately left the room. He slowly approached the house of the victim, and aimed his gun right on the middle of his forehead. Before the victim could react, a loud bang was heard. The Mayor unhappily announced another murder had occurred. The Mafioso nonchalantly smiled as the victim was revealed to be his old pal, Vigilante. (Credit to AzureSemptember)