Let me tell you a story of the milkman. The milkman delivered milk to the town every morning. He enjoyed his job, but the village was becoming a dangerous place. One day after delivering his milk, a member of the town was killed by the mafia. Startled by this, the townsfolk started holding daily trials in order to find and kill the mafia. The milkman was unfazed by this, however; He would continue to deliver milk every morning. Two days have passed and the villagers have killed 2 of their own, while the mafia killed a few more. The milkman was safe, since everyone loved milk and wouldn't dream of harming the one who gave it to them. One morning, however, the milkman came close to dying.

It was a relatively normal morning, but as he visited the local veteran's house, he heard noises of the more...illicit variety. Not being the milkman's business, he just delivered the milk and moved along. After everyone woke up to begin the daily voting, shouts of "THE MILKMAN SLEPT WITH MY WIFE!" rang from the veteran's home. Shocked by this, the milkman tried his best to defend himself, but the veteran wouldn't listen to reason. As voting began, the milkman received a few votes to be next for execution. Luckily for him though, enough people loved milk and the fact that the trials were for mafia members and not lover's court, so he was let off and some other poor fellow was killed in his place. Unfortunately for the town, that fellow that was killed wasn't mafia.

Days pass, and there are 6 members left in the town: 3 mafia and 3 townsfolk. Of course, the milkman was still alive. He had a job to do, after all. His name was cleared of his crimes too...The veteran finally listened to reason and found the actual person who was sleeping with his wife, and promptly shot him dead in "self defense", as he claims. 5 left. The veteran was then targeted by the mafia, and promptly executed. 4. Morning comes along and after the tallies are taken, it is revealed there are 3 mafia and 1 townsfolk remaining. The remaining townsfolk looks in horror as he realizes that the town has only been killing its own, that the the mafia outnumbered him and could just vote him to the chopping block. So they did, voting the last villager to hang. The last words the villager heard before he hung was "It's time to drink your last milk".

Epilogue: Turns out, the mafia in this town's chief export was milk. While not in command, the milkman was the ideal person to be their "delivery person": he was friendly, deceptive, and loved milk. It was the perfect plan. After all of the villagers were killed, the mafia turned the village houses into milk storage facilities in order to have a greater shipment. And the fact that they didn't lose a single man to the villagers made their profit all the sweeter.

Ahem, now that you've gotten to the end, this story was a match of Town of Salem that I played a while back. Its an enjoyable game, especially if you're committed to your character names and stories. If you guys would like, I can also post one or two other notable stories that I had while playing this game.