Day The Fourth - Tired GM

It seems that this Town has something of an inverse domino theory going on - you start on four, then knock it down a peg into two and today, only one body was found. While each death is touching and sad (with the exceptions of Daan and Cracker who's entrails are currently being scraped out of the Blender), we must do our best to persevere through this tough times. Like paying severly inflated Death Cake at a local store near you.

Now, we decided to take a trip down to the Hospital this morning. We heard about a fight between the Death Note and some Camera Data on the way - and as a mostly respectable news station, we will not share it with you, mainly because we are almost entirely sure that the woman who gave us the news was one of Dr. Zakeri's patients and thus unreliable and untrustworthy. If you join us at 6PM yesterday, we will give you the full story.

By the time we had given said women (this being Aoshi) a swift boot out of the car at twenty-five miles an hour less then fifty miles, we noticed that one Comfortably Numb's deceased carcass hanging out of one of the window's on the second floor. Given some time (and a Rocket Launcher), the body came off the roof, revealing a letter from "The Great GMs In The Sky" and a note from DxK. When we noticed that she was not a resident of Mafia City (or at least, her corpse and no distinguishing features), we decided to use both letters - and her corpse- as kindling to keep ourselves warm while we waited for the medical eyeliner Velo so desperately needed. After we passed several snide comments about her face, of course.

And today, with the death of Comfortably Numb, the Chickenfucker, everyone in Mafia City can (and presumably will) own a Death Chicken. The may or may not be surgically fused with your spine.

And now we go to the court case of "Chaos vs. Order". Below at some quotes.

"Frog wizzle pop wiggley caterpillar doom chrysallis foooooooooom" - Chaos
"001100 110011 101010 000111 100001 001100" - Order