With a sudden flash of brightness, the lights all burst back into life! Few people are there to see it though as it takes them a couple of minutes to properly wake up, and besides most of them are wearing protective Coalition visors that just happen to double as sunglasses.
One person doesn't get up at all.
Upon further investigation, you realise that this is because there is a bullet through his chest.



Emgotsaone was a Coalition Clone! A loyal and much-replicated soldier of the coalition, he only wanted to see all threats to his faction eliminated. The loss of power at night time left him completely unconscious, so not only did he not have any special powers that he could keep hidden from the rest of the assembled host, he was also utterly unable to defend himself from assault during the dark hours. Those monsters!
As such, he was a vanilla town member and could do nothing at night time. Though you may mourn his passing, remember that the best way to deal with his loss is to avenge him. If Town can manage to root out the Mafia and destroy them, he will still win alongside the rest of his team!

Once everyone's had their turn staring at the body or poking it or whatever it is they feel like doing to some guy's corpse, there is a clanking noise and the robot eye rolls itself down from the ceiling again. It appears to be slightly scorched.
"Yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ? Gᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ.
Nᴏᴛ ALL ᴀʟʟ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴄᴇʟᴇss ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ᴇxᴇʀᴄɪsᴇ ɪғ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?
There was a long and awkward pause.

"...ᴡʜᴀᴛ? Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs! A ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ! Wᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ...
Wʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ? Cʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ. Oʀ ʜᴇʀ. Aʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀs?
Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ!
One of the machine-gun turrets suddenly swivelled to face a random clone and spat... a small lump of chalk at him. It bounced harmlessly onto his helmet and onto the ground.

"Lᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟᴋ ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ! Iᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ CSI! Nᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ CSI. Exᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs, ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. Iғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs CSI ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ."
There was a faintly audible bang from somewhere in the distance as the computer trailed off, causing it to look hurriedly at the ceiling. Two more muffled explosions followed.

"Nᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ I ᴜʜ... ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.
Exᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs "ɴᴏᴛ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs" ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.
Yᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ!"
It's new ultimatum delivered, the fairly unhelpful mechanical master of the Coalition base slotted himself back into his little orifice in the roof and left the assembled host to their own devices again. Would the death of one of their comrades spur them into action, or was this still not quite enough for them to make such a weighty decision?

CORTEX COMMAFIA; DAY TWO

LIVELIST:

1. Miggles
2. Dragonxp
3. TorrentHKU
4. Roast Veg
5. Natti
6. Izen
7. Nicolasx
8. Unwoundpath

Deadline is in 72 hours, on 11:30 PM GMT, 24th of June.
Deadline can be extended up to 48 hours if the deadline is nearing and people make a good enough case for it being necessary.
With 8 alive it takes 3 votes to Soft Lynch and 5 votes to Hard Lynch.