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You still got rekt last game ;)

Yep, then it turned out to be Caboose's body and not mine. Decoys buddy, they save lives.

Plus you never actually posted a scene... I was just assassinated later on, my death was pretty much a CoD campaign mission kill... Very original of you.

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Yep, then it turned out to be Caboose's body and not mine. Decoys buddy, they save lives.

Plus you never actually posted a scene... I was just assassinated later on, my death was pretty much a CoD campaign mission kill... Very original of you.

No need for little battles

 

You guys should be focused on killing each other

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Yang or Delpen9 called it first.

Yang already hosted. So allow a few more hosts to come and go before he goes again

 

Anyways its already been decided

 

JL is hosting Mafia 8.0. In my opinion he hosted the best Mafian games and when me/John were preparing this one we looked back on JL(or at least I did) on the kind of host I wanted to be. 

 

Delpen9/Yang can host 9.0. 

 

If you have any disagreements take this to PM

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~Delphi

It's not 3 or more inaccurate thoughts that I deplore

It's the root that I abhor.

The Root that must be tilled 

To know the answer

 

Memory will help us

To help us identify - Identify the plant for the seed 

The root of it all

 

We sow what we know

But what we know has been planted before

Long before our incarnation - before we became reliant

 

To sow is to remember

The root is our seed

The root is our limit

The root is what defines our judgement

The root branches into a plant

 

We will take the plant for harvest

but not the root

 

Those who know may take the root

and indulge in the potato

the carrot

the onion

the cabbage

 

Not what is shabby

 

But roots take time to grow

We must create them with honest work

 

If time is not at hand

We settle for the feast of the stem and flower

 

Trees are the massive infrastructures

Fruits of society, might be said

 

Corn is a seperate such idea

Without knowing the root

The husk is enjoyed

This is what it means to induce 

 

This is mafia

A game where -- without understanding the rudimentary ideas, the root -- we make the best decision possible.

It is much easier to imagine the millions of possibilities that led up to an event

but more rigid in prediction 

 

Thought are wrong all the time

Thoughts can be misleading

Pride of the possibilities

 

Find patterns

Don't accuse 

 

Thoughts will lead you astray 

Patterns will not

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~Delphi

It's not 3 or more inaccurate thoughts that I deplore

It's the root that I abhor.

The Root that must be tilled 

To know the answer

 

Memory will help us

To help us identify - Identify the plant for the seed 

The root of it all

 

We sow what we know

But what we know has been planted before

Long before our incarnation - before we became reliant

 

To sow is to remember

The root is our seed

The root is our limit

The root is what defines our judgement

The root branches into a plant

 

We will take the plant for harvest

but not the root

 

Those who know may take the root

and indulge in the potato

the carrot

the onion

the cabbage

 

Not what is shabby

 

But roots take time to grow

We must create them with honest work

 

If time is not at hand

We settle for the feast of the stem and flower

 

Trees are the massive infrastructures

Fruits of society, might be said

 

Corn is a seperate such idea

Without knowing the root

The husk is enjoyed

This is what it means to induce 

 

This is mafia

A game where -- without understanding the rudimentary ideas, the root -- we make the best decision possible.

It is much easier to imagine the millions of possibilities that led up to an event

but more rigid in prediction 

 

Thought are wrong all the time

Thoughts can be misleading

Pride of the possibilities

 

Find patterns

Don't accuse 

 

Thoughts will lead you astray 

Patterns will not

Only Mafians Make Poems

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