MGF Mafia 2.0: The Matrix

[Dirty Duck]

4 votes for Agent. 2 votes for black king.

Day 2 has ended.
Lynch Agent.

As the operator felt the cold metal of the data probe in his grip he couldn't help but stare at the crew mate whose headjack it was connected to. Laying there, totally helpless. The trust they had all given him was immense-in a few seconds this man would be dead and, regardless of any regrets they had, they were powerless to stop it now that the votes had been cast. The operator just hoped he himself wouldn't regret it yet again. If this person turned out to be their ally, the Pequod was as good as dead. He closed his eyes and pulled.

Inside the Matrix there was a cacophony of smashes as the heavy body took cups and chopsticks with it as it rolled off the table. A strong smoky smell filled the air as dark tea began to form into a pool around the corpse. The operator opened his eyes and hazarded a glance at the monitor. The green glyphs that danced down the screen changed in response to the cessation of life that had just occurred, the operator's eyes scanned for the symbols that spelled out the Pequod's fate. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief...
They'd got one.

ALIVE:
@Aragorn
@Null
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar

DEAD:
@Agent (Unable to Speak)
@Annoying Prick (Bug)
Departed (Upload)
@Jassassino (Hack)

Night 4 has begun.