I am back to reclaim my title as compilation chronicler. Here, I have been and will compile the story of Okoto Mafia: Reawakening as a whole. There will be highlights from the main topic’s comments, and more context on the events. New chapters will come when they do.
Note: This story is non-canon in relation to the game. Any information stated here that was not there should not be taken into consideration for actual gameplay.
Compiled/Written by @Oonie
Original storyline by @Ranaki_Pakewa
“There’s been an awakening. Have you felt it?”
Friday, Day/Night 0
Kivoda looked out over a small field of graves and tents. The preparations were going as well as could be expected. It had been almost a year since the Skull Illusionists had infiltrated the villages of Okoto, killing many innocent villagers. A select group of villagers had been tasked with preparations for the annual memorial service in honor of their fallen brothers, and Kivoda personally chose to oversee the event. However, it seemed like there was always a few villagers missing at any given time. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, Kivoda had trouble remembering which villagers were missing, since they all had the same face. If only he would have spoken up
about the missing villagers, it would have staved off the bloodshed to come.
“Listen up!” Kivoda stood amongst the group of 30 or so residents of the encampment. “It has come to my attention that in our time of peace succeeding the tragic events last year in which many lives were lost, something terrible has happened. I have held this suspicion for some time now, but recent events have forced me to believe the worst case scenario.”
The many villagers exchanged various looks of fear, confusion, and skepticism. Shuffling and whispering started before Kivoda began again.
“This very group, our group, has been infiltrated by those who worship our enemies; Skull Cultists have invaded our community!”
Everyone gasps and begins frantically looking at one another on the verge of accusing one another. Some were immediately for the idea of hunting down the cultists, while others were scared, some were in denial, and some almost happy to be in the game of lynching their fellow villagers again.
“Let’s do this!”
“So we’re just waiting to die?!”
“This is just what I’ve been looking for!”
“I already know who they are!”
Before tensions could rise any further, Kivoda calls out “Quiet, please, all of you!” He clears his throat, “This is not a game, and this is not the time to panic. We will get through this, and we will survive. It’s the same situation as before; we must gather the best evidence to smoke out the Skull Cultists. If we don’t do this, there will be consequences…”
With that, Kivoda bid the group farewell, sending them to bed for the night. However, this is the time where everyone would need to be on their highest guard, for the Skull Cultists did lurk within the 30 residents, and with that announcement, they knew it was time to strike.
Meanwhile, Kivoda had his own secret plans. Two villagers of whom he would trust with his very life came by to embark on their own mission. One, Kivoda entrusted with a special shield, and was commissioned to protect villagers upon their best judgment each night. The other exchanged armor, weaponry, and masks with Kivoda, such that neither could ever be recognized as their true selves.
“Be aware, my friends. While we may not all survive
this, we must defeat these cultists at all costs.”
With that, the game had begun.
Okoto Mafia: Reawakening
Saturday, Day 1
It had been just another ordinary night for the villagers, but it was a far from ordinary day. All the villagers woke up and carried out their normal days work in preparation for the memorial service. It had been strangely quiet, but no-one knew why, that is, until Takua noticed that there was a disturbing lack of cryptographic notes everywhere. He didn’t mention this though until he overheard that Willess had been found dead in his tent, apparently killed by suffocation, and with no other markings. The entire lot of villagers panicked, and brought Kivoda in to see what happened. It was soon decided that a reoccurring of previous events needed to be stopped immediately, so it was to be decided that the guilty party was to be executed at sundown. But who was the murderer?
“It was Middlefingerstudios! He’s the only one with the skills to pull off that kind of a strangling!”
“I say it was Pekekoa, I found him with Willess’s chips, which were in his tent last
night. I would know, I was there with him!”
“That’s not true, Takua, took them while Willess was out, I was nowhere near him! Although, I do admit I stole the chips…”
“It was ColdGoldLazarus, she’s known Willess for longer and better than most of us. Who’s to say she hadn’t gotten sick of his shenanigans?”
“Wait a second. Who’s to say it wasn’t you, Takua?! You didn’t even mention Willess was gone until after he was deceased!”
“Alright,” Kivoda says, “seeing as these are our four prime suspects, we will reconvene at the end of the day to vote on who murdered Willess.”
From then on, the day was full of speculation and suspicion. The villagers bumbled about their daily tasks with rumors and in search of any hints or clues as to who the culprit is.
“No one would be foolish enough to steal from the very person they just killed,” A confident TBT says.
“ColdGoldLazarus has the most logical motivation. It has to be her,” is what most of the villagers had concluded.
“It’s Pekekoa, no one steal’s a man’s chips,” says Mavezignikari.
Accusations and defenses were thrown everywhere, it seemed like the prime-prime suspects were Pekekoa and ColdGoldLazarus, but Takua and Middlefinger were not completely disregarded.
At one point, Pekekoa was approached by a group of his opposers, who threatened to execute him on the spot, to which he replied “It’s not what you know. It’s what you can prove.” To which he promptly walked off to do his usual business.
A few simple-minded villagers who hadn’t quite the dedication to hunting the truth as others like Oonie plainly voted upon other’s convicting logic. Things were so intense that villagers from other locations came to watch, and echoes of the dead came to haunt the grounds. A comedic ghost Willess joked about killing himself, but unfortunately, spirits cannot reveal the truth behind their murder.
The ever-important moderators of the village gave their two cent on the situation, giving in-depth analysis and close speculation of anything and everything. Waj concluded Middlefinger was the culprit, while Slime was sold on ColdGoldLazarus as the murderer.
To that, a weary Hewks said, “Wait…what if…Slime is mafia?”
Everyone within earshot was silent, and gave either him or Slime blank stares.
More information convicting ColdGoldLazarus was brought to attention when someone mentioned how she was a seasoned veteran to this sort of struggle. Eventually she went through the stages of denial, something no one but everyone must experience.
The day went on, and many people flip-flopped on their opinions on who should be put on trial. New blood in the game was just as unsure as the experienced. Persuasion and treachery rocked the encampment to its core. ColdGoldLazarus’s skills shined through, as she brought out here schematic charts in effort to clear her name. Meanwhile, Pekekoa banked off the idea that a stolen bag of chips simply didn’t hold enough credit to him being the murderer.
Bets were being made, challenges accepted, ultimatums and open threats, anything and everything seemed to be slowly bringing the small village to chaos.
Finally, after all the bickering and intense debating, the time had come to bring a suspect to trial.
“Man, I with this was like what happened in that other
village.”
“My body is ready.”
“Just do it!”
Some final votes and changes were made, and then, they were tallied up. The final vote came out, and Kivoda read aloud “The community has voted the culprit whom murdered Willess to be…ColdGoldLazarus!”
ColdGoldLazarus stood before the amassed group of villagers. Out of all the suspects, she had been found guilty of killing Willess in his sleep. This accusation was solely based on her previous interactions with him, and not much on any physical evidence. Only she knew of her sleepless night, kept awake by a deep-pitted feeling in her stomach that something terrible was about to happen. If only she would have used her sleeplessness to watch over Willess’ tent, maybe she would have seen the true murderer. As her head was placed on an improvised guillotine she could only think that she at least would soon be getting a long, eternal slumber.
In one fell swoop, the lady was struck down for good. Many gasps were heard, as were many cheers of success.
“RIP CGL, you guilty mafian.”
“I will avenge you! Somehow…”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
It was then that Willess could address the situation from beyond the beyond. He simply said “Wasn’t her, she was just an insomniac,” to which everyone gasped at once, and instantly went quiet. The spirit of ColdGoldLazarus slowly came into view. All she says is “Your donkey is haunted…”
Many tears were shed, and nobody was cheering anymore after the truth was revealed. Another innocent had been killed, this one by the very people she’d trusted. Everyone went back to their dwellings, and tried to sleep off the memory of the horrible event that had just occurred. Bad times were upon the village, and things were only going to get worse.
to be continued…
