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"I've found evidence linking her to the Mafia!" the venerable Sheriff declared as he pointed to the confused Medium. He then pulled out a handful of crumpled notes, detailing the locations of shady out-of-town meetings at night and written in blood-red ink while starting his 'death to the Mafia' spiel. The Medium tried to defend herself to the best of her abilities, claiming that one would have to be an abject fool to think that those notes could correlate to the Mafia, but fortunately (or unfortunately, in the Medium's case), the Sheriff's years of experience led him to believe that he really had genuine info. He led the Medium's execution, and then realized as she breathed her last... she was framed. Her last will held not her words of dedication to the Mafia... just the words of the deceased townsfolk. The Framer noted the irony in the Sheriff's spiel with his fellow Mafia comrades while the rest of the town turned a blind eye to the incognito Mafia, and one of the brave citizens shouted out loud to jail and execute the Sheriff for his mistake. As the meeting for the day concluded and almost everyone went back to their homes, the Framer congratulated himself on what he had accomplished. Who knew where a few old documents could get you? (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Juuhazan)

You sneak up behind the mark and give him a quick tap on the head with your hammer. You dislike physical violence, but in cases such as this it must be done. You take a sample of the now unconscious man's fingerprints and then immediately get to work. First is his medical degree; that's got to go. You hide it on his person and replace it with a blood oath to the Godfather - falsified, of course. You splatter the blood reserves he keeps around on his knives and place them conspicuously on the table. You hope it's the same plasma type as the guy the Godfather wanted axed tonight. You disorganize the building, throwing papers everywhere, opening drawers, placing incriminating evidence everywhere. As you leave his residence, you see a man in an exaggerated cowboy hat peer in through the window and gasp. You smile, your job done here. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Sarcostep)

"I told you! I don't know how those files got there!" the townie screamed, shocked that the Sheriff would think that she was a member of the Mafia. "Shut up. You're clearly part of the Mafia." the Sheriff growled as he strolled out, thinking he had another "villain" that was ready to be lynched the following morning. Yet, He wasn't aware of one person... the Framer. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched the scene unfold. Those files never belonged that townie, but to him. Once the worried Townie went to bed, he quickly picked up those files and went stormed out. Tonight was a perfect night, which lead to the lynching of an Escort who had kept their Godfather distracted. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to KittyKnight)

A man sneaks into the house of a suspected Mafioso with a black briefcase. He gets down to business right away, planting weapons all over the unsuspecting victim's house. Before the rise of the sun, he leaves before anyone can ever realize he was there.

When the sun rises the next morning, all of the town awakens after a night of rest. Everyone except the Sheriff, who has been busy all night interrogating the suspect. He points his finger at the suspect, and says "Lynch her."

The suspect pleads that she is just a medium, but the Sheriff is convinced that all of that is an act. The suspect is quickly executed. Various occult items fall out her pockets, revealing her true role, Medium. The Town's eyes turn to the Sheriff: the Framer's next target. (unregistered contributor)

A fabrication expert, the Framer is the master of incrimination. Using their vast criminal information network, the Framer plants incriminating evidence upon any target of their choosing; causing even the most deductive Investigators to stop and consider whether they can trust their investigative skills. (credit to Ace2369)

The members of the Town stare at the gallows, all horrified at what they had just mistakenly done. The Sheriff swings in the air by his neck lifelessly, betrayed by those he swore to protect. You see, when people talk too much, they need to be either silenced, discredited or eliminated. In this case, the Framer took her time planting just the right amount of "evidence" in just the right places so that an Investigator could eventually stumble upon it and expose that "liar" claiming to be a Sheriff. Sobbing and anger fills the air as the sun starts to set; the Town members head home with their heads down and their hearts heavy for their mistake. As the Mafioso passes the Framer, she respectfully nods her head in thanks for the Framer's work which resulted in the Sheriff getting hung. Without her, the Mafioso would be swinging in the Sheriff's place due to the Sheriff calling her out the day before. The Framer smiles as she walks home, and shortly after begins to forge more "evidence" to keep her Family out of the spotlight. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Framer heard the call of the Godfather and got out his pen. With the speed only a master of his trade could muster, the Framer drew up false incriminating documents and placed them in his target's house. Led by the Town's Investigatives, the Town continued to lynch person-after-person who had appeared as mafia, but mysteriously, not a single person was. A few days later, standing on the corpses of a town that killed itself, the Framer laughed. (unregistered contributor)

The Framer checked his pockets, making sure he had the forged documents. He did. And it was time to put them to good use. It was still rather early in the evening. This was important for the Framer, as he had to plant the documents there as soon as possible, in case any of the town investigative roles decided to check this house as well. Lockpicking the back door of the Lookout's house, he sneaked inside, looking for a place to leave the documents. He couldn't put them anywhere too obvious, or they wouldn't be very convincing. He carefully took himself down into the basement. This was where just about every town member hid information about their role. He picked a desk and lay the documents on there, rolled up with the exception of one which was half-done, to make it look like it was still in the process of being forged. He carefully placed a pen next to the half-done document and exited the house, closing the back door behind him. He'd done his job, now he just had to hope the town investigative did theirs. The next morning, the Investigator stepped up and declared that he had found forged documents in the Lookout's house. The town started talking and the accused Lookout tried to defend himself as best as he could, despite the evidence against him. The Sheriff said he'd double-check that night and the town disbanded. The Godfather sent the Mafioso to take care of the Investigator, while the Framer returned to the Lookout's house with a fresh set of forged documents, leaving them in exactly the same place for the Sheriff to find. The next morning, the Investigator and Lookout were both found dead. The Investigator was shot by the Mafioso, and the Lookout was executed by the Jailor. The Framer smirked to himself briefly. The framing was a success, and the Sheriff would join the Investigator very soon. (credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Framer before his Mafia days had a rival who kept bragging about great he is at his job. Tired of being out shined and pushed around, one night the Framer forged evidence to make his rival look like he was a member Mafia. The next morning the Sheriff stood up saying "He is Mafia, lynch him now!" The rival pleaded not be lynched, but the town ignored him and lynched him. That night the Godfather sent the Consigliere to find the person who framed the lynched man. When the Consigliere found the Framer, the Godfather busted into the Framer's house. The Framer asked "Is this my last night?" "No, this is night you will remember for the rest of your life." Said the Godfather. "The night you join the family with your excellent framing skills". (credit to Crazyzombie168)

The Framer's life had been cut short. A clever Vigilante had shot the Framer in the second night. But the Framer's life was not over. It had just begun. One night, the Framer spoke with the Medium. "Framer, you know who the Mafia are," said the Medium "so you might as well just tell me who they are." The Framer didn't want to betray the mafia. Yet he told the Medium the identities of the Mafioso and Godfather. That same night, the mafia killed the Medium. The Medium's last will contained everything the Framer had told the Medium. Convinced that the Medium wouldn't lie, the Major voted to lynch the Godfather. The Godfather was lynched, but it turns out that they were the Jailor, not the Godfather. It was only then that everyone realized that the Medium's will was false. And it had all been because of the Framer's lies. For the town, it was far too late. The mafia killed everyone, one by one, until the town became outnumbered... (-Anonymous Contributor)