Town of Shipping [2.0]

[HerobrineFan]

It's been a year since THAT thread was made and I think we need another one. And I can summarize what this thread is about in this quote :

"Ok, so as a joke, I was writing a Mafioso/Godfather fanfic. Since I am really big into ironic memeage (see my location), I was wondering what roles anyone else ships. (Joke or otherwise!)

Do you ship the Sheriff and the Investigator, for working together to root out Mafia, or perhaps the Godfather and the Spy, for being the only ones to realise how idiotic both the Town and the Mafia are? Or maybe you even ship the Serial Killer and the Jailor, for their forbidden love that means the death of– yeah, I think I'll stop there. That's just kinda scary.

(please dont take this too seriously or go nsfw)

"

~Alzar 2015

So now what? Do some shipping hell.

Original : viewtopic.php?f=9&t=20266&hilit=Fanfic

[agenth]

Umm I'm not exactly sure what this thread is about and I don't write FF xD

but ever since a BG saved me as surv instead of mayor, I ship BG/Surv hahahaha.
Also I love me some BG/doc combo or Jailor/Veteran.

What I hate is mayor combos.

[Everice]

Serial Killer and Transporter because they're both degenerates

[sibpanon]

Janitor x Disguiser ...They work together pretty well right?

[KittyKnight]

This came back!? Ah jeez. I still remember joining the old shipping thread.

Anyway, one of my favourite ships is Godfather and Consigliere. The Consigliere can easily find their target's role and often is the biggest help to the Godfather, helping the Godfather decide the right target to kill.

[alouvre]

sinners

[Huckleton]

[tareloin]

It's back.

What does this thread hold in its future, I wonder?

[Huckleton]

jester has hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand

[KittyKnight]

jester has hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand

"No Jester you can't have a hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand. But you can have some hot sexy make out with the framemer."

[Alzar]

dont look at me

[tareloin]

jester has hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand

"No Jester you can't have a hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand. But you can have some hot sexy make out with the framemer."

"You can't tell me what to do!" the Jester cries. The other Townie is confused on whether his tears were real or not.

[alouvre]

dont look at me

embrace yourself

[Huckleton]

dont look at me

embrace yourself

alzar is called again to write us beautiful fanfiction of jester x lynchy stand

[tareloin]

dont look at me

embrace yourself

alzar is called again to write us beautiful fanfiction of jester x lynchy stand

Ft. them as Jester.

[Alzar]

i lost it lol

[KittyKnight]

i lost it lol

ALZAAAAR >:(

Now we can't have our feels destroyed! ;-;

[Alzar]

nvm i found it

anyway all of this was written over a year ago and written from march-may 2015. i might continue it
Spoiler: Day One
The first day, the town is pensive and silent. Their faces are drawn in accusing glances, each sizing up the next, wondering who will be the first to fall. Their gaze flickers. Who is a killer? Who can be trusted?

Nobody says a word to each other, the town square filled with these silent and wary people, each glare an unspoken challenge. A sticky, humid breeze dances around the hanging post, new and still unbloodied. The short rope has never known how a human neck feels, has never broken delicate skin or felt scrabbling hands in their death throes. It dangles like an unspoken death sentence, or perhaps an accuser in itself, or an ill omen dressed in a clean deadly loop, depending on whom you would ask. the elephant in the room that no one dares talk of. It won’t be used today, not in this early stage. This is when the game begins.

Their jaws are clenched in grim lines, tongues held like wild horses. They all know better than to call attention to themselves, silently wishing that someone look for another poor bastard to wake to a bullet in his head or a knife carving his throat in a neat ragged smile. The first day is always like this, fifteen possible corpses and a scrubbed empty graveyard.

The sun is hidden beneath a low cloud, its belly grey and thick. Today is not a day for words, not when they've barely begun.

15 people gather round, not a word exchanged, the noose dangling between them. A glance is an accusation already, the game still young. Far above, the sun parts way, the world turning to reveal its sinister underbelly of shadows and blood alike. A broken sliver of light rises, behind the meadows and houses.

Someone will die tonight.

15 people stand in a circle, the knowledge of coming death hanging heavy in the air.

The knowledge of the first day hangs tense and heavy in the air, knowing that this will be the last time they see all of each other alive again. They just don’t know who’ll be the first to be carried off by the coroner.

A coyote howls, in the far distance of perhaps some mountain, and as they had all arrived silently, they depart in the same manner. Each goes off to their own empty home and blows out the candles.

Night falls; exeunt.

Night One
"So. It's just us."

It isn't a question, as the two gather behind a house. They will lose the game, and they both know this. He says it as a statement, a eulogy, a sigh put into words.

"Yeah."

There's an unreadable expression on the other man's face, but it can't be good with the way he tightens his hand around his gun, a white knuckled grip around one of the few things he can trust. His gaze flicks up to the clouded sky, the moon dark, barely a pale sliver to light their bloody work. The two have all the time in the world, for all this matters. Nothing much to do, except hold his gun and ready to fire. Maybe he's considering putting the bullet through his own head. It would save the Town a lot of time, if the Godfather did their job for them. There wouldn't even be any hunting, or randomly lynching the quietest person. Just fast and easy. Just a bullet through his skull, and the Town wouldn’t have to even lift a finger.

Thankfully, he doesn't. He only gives a short command to his underling (Underling? Was that really the right word, in a Mafia this small?), still looking to the distant town with a gun in hand.

"No names. Spies everywhere, these days."

His hushing whisper is useless, and the two both know that already. There seem to be too many redundant statements this night. No matter how quiet they are, the Town won't hear and the Spy will always know. Those goddamn Spies and their listening equipment, always knowing what everyone’s doing.

"Hear that, Spy? Put it on our graves." His bark of laughter rings out against the brick of his home and into the night air, and he's sure the Spy will hear. It's the last words of a doomed mafioso, he thinks. Hell, there might not even be a Spy. It’s Pascal’s Wager, either the Spy hears it and knows, or it stays between the Mafia and no one is the wiser.

"So."

"Yes?"

The look on the other man's face could kill. The gun in his hand certainly could. “Ready to play the game?” the Godfather says as he smiles bitterly up at the night sky, handing the gun over to his Mafioso. Even knowing they go to meet what very well might be their deaths, they walk down to a house with matching smirks, their guns and garrotes in hand.

That night, they kill the Spy.

Day Two
The Mafioso walks down to the centre square, to congregate with the Town. He makes sure to stand a little ways away from the Godfather– not far enough to be directly across, yet not close enough to be suspicious. His hand itches from the remembered gun being clenched in his fist, as he bludgeoned the night-shrouded other person to death. The first two bullets just couldn’t kill her, and she had to put up a fight.

He really hopes nobody will smell the blood on him, even if he was careful. His throat is dry when he swallows, but nobody is standing close enough to him. For once, the Town’s distrust might work in his favour.

There are more corpses than they expected in the town square, and they only left one of them there. The Godfather makes a slight face of disgust, seeing the corpses just lying in the street like that, but nobody seems to notice his reaction. Knives are so messy, all that blood everywhere. So wasteful, compared to a neat bullet through the head.

It’s almost like the coroner didn’t even care. Knowing the fate of this town, it’s hard not to sympathise.

[Retterime]

omg why is this back

[KittyKnight]

omg why is this back

I DON'T KNOW MYSELF. BUT TIS SOME GOOD flummery.

nvm i found it

anyway all of this was written over a year ago and written from march-may 2015. i might continue it
Spoiler: *Insert some lengthy intro of a fanfiction*

That actually sounds really promising! Please continue maybe?

Anyway, to celebrate that somehow this thread has come back to life, I'mma draw some ship requests.
I mean, I'm gonna be up all night, as I'm going to be watching a livesteam which starts early morning and finishes at 7am. RIP me.
So, any requests guys?

[Alzar]

ill finish it if you guys write some fanfiction about the executioner targeting the jailor because the jailor caught the dragonite that the executioner was trying to catch in pokemon go

[Nearei]

I made a shipping meme for all you shippers out there (hope I'm not missing any roles) http://imgur.com/a/2OoRz !

Anyway here are my opinions on the many Town of Salem ships http://imgur.com/a/lmN0r .

The only one I left out of the meme is Bodyguard X Bodyguard which I love because they both will protect each other till the end.

[HerobrineFan]

I WAS WRITING A DISGUISER X JANITOR FANFIC AND IT GOT DELETED

CRAP

[Nearei]

jester has hot sexy make out with the lynchy stand

I support this wholeheartedly.

[ICECLIMBERS]