Well, yeah, that's one reason why I've been sus' of Das' since his claim.

But as I say, doesn't look like there's either a pro-town or an independant killer, so the Mafiascum wouldn't need a bulletproof Godfather, would they? And since Serenity (and possibly yourself) is/are the purple-independant role/s, I figure Das' can't be a bullet-proof Serial Killer (which is also a pretty common role).

But yeah, Bulletproof Townies are a pretty much a game-breaking role, so I get kinda sus' when folks claim that.

So when is Daegul coming to give us the lynch message?

Final Day 4 Vote Count

Mono: 3 (Dasquian, Tick, La Paloma)

Not Voting (at time of lynch): Kurupt, Mono

The teacher finally woke up from a wonderful dream and her face betrayed her consternation at returning to cruel reality.

She noticed Mono appeared a little sulky as everyone else stood on the other side of the room, eyeing him curiously.

"What's happened?" the teacher asked.

"Mono's one of them!" the other little angels chorused.

"We asked him where he was from and he said 'Heaven' and it all sounds too convenient!" said La Paloma.
"He's not been trying to find the bad guys hard enough!" said Dasquian.
"Wot he said!" said Tick.
"It was him! And him! And him!" bounced Kurupt.
"Oh, ffs" said Mono.

Marvelling at the little angels' sudden skills of expression and acronym use, the teacher was speechless as the two white suited angels burst in and grabbed Mono.

"Nice one guys," said the first of them, while walking out with the resigned Mono. "The Agency thanks you for a good job jobbed."

Once they were gone, the silence was broken by a quiet sniggering.
La Paloma and Tick just couldn't control themselves - they jumped up to the displays and ripped up all the irreplacable hand paintings!
They ran into the cloakroom and soiled all the lunchboxes!
They grabbed the teacher's bottles from the desk and took great swigs!
Finally they emitted great clouds of foggy foulness all round, leapt through the window and their raucous cackles could be heard diminishing into the distance as they bounded away.

Kurupt and Dasquian looked at the teacher with watery, tear-filled eyes and trembling lips, but all the teacher could do was stare at the emptiness of her happy drawer.
All three burst into uncontrollable fits of wailing and gnashing of teeth.
St. Peter's nursery would never be the same again.

GAME OVER - MAFIA WIN