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The next day of the convention was the last day. Sunday. When the convention starts to wind down. The dealer hall was packed as people tried to get the last bit of merchandise to commemorate them 'being there' during the 75th anniversary. Other people were struggling under large luggage that was stuffed with their costumes. A lone con-goer was outside the convention hall, buying a hotdog at 8:30 in the morning, because time no longer had meaning after the past 72-hours of nonsense. The back of their head was matted with a clump of dried sunflower butter.

While others were attempting to squeeze every last minute of enjoyment out of the convention, a block away at a super ritzy restaurant, something more nefarious was occurring...

"I'm just saying, the PTNPA is leaving a lot of money on the table, and I could make it easier for such gains to become apparent and liquidated in a more...subtle manner." @RBHeadge PE didn't look up from their plate, where a knife cut through an extremely tender piece of meat like butter. "With my help, your organization could easily surpass the worth of INC. We all know their focus is really on dried fruit and not nuts." they scoffed.

The others at the table shifted restlessly. They were aware that their standing needed to be bolstered, especially with their joint collaboration with Specialty Food and their upcoming presence at the Fancy Food Show. International players needed to start coming into play, but you needed a deep pocket to get the larger companies involved, especially to distract the Spaniards from their Jamón ibérico import monopoly.

A nearby waiter swept in, removing the plates with practiced ease, while another filled glasses with an in-house produced nocino. Without a whisper of sound, a team of waitresses placed the desserts in front of the table occupants, the ultra-exclusive new product that was only available to those who paid and had the inside track for nut products. The super-secret macadamia, peanut butter, chocolate cheesecake.

Though diminutive in stature, this was a cheesecake that had years of research pumped into it by the brightest of the nut professionals on the payroll roster. The cheesecake did have chocolate, yes, but the nuts were the highlight. The density of the cake meant you could build a flavor profile that was more complex than that of wine as well as a sprawling ranch (as long as the temperature wasn't too hot). This also meant that mixing and preparing this dessert required a team of chefs due to the mixers overheating and often failing one after another, with the chefs scrambling to replace the mixers ala a F1 pit crew.

The cheesecake had been tested before, numerous NDAs could attest to this under oath, but it had never been presented in all its glory as a full slice.

@RBHeadge PE was that important in the nut industry.

A single bit was taken. Then another. And another. Soon, the fork scraped uncharacteristically loud against the plate ware. One of the diners slid their plate towards @RBHeadge PE, giving a nonchalant shrug at the look sent their way while taking a small sip of their apéritif.

Another slice was slid in front of the Machiavellian character. Then another. And another. That was 5 slices. @RBHeadge PE was visibly sweating as the forkful traveled towards their mouth. It was like they couldn't stop eating the dessert. An addiction of peanut butter and macadamia overwhelming the senses and coating their teeth with a gritty texture, their throat with an oily residue, and their stomach with a capacity well over its max.

A sixth slice was pushed towards them by the sole female executive, who had eaten nothing during the entire meeting but had drunk over nine Disaronno Velvet espresso martinis. Her lacquered nail caught the lighting for a moment, distracting @RBHeadge PE, before they pulled the last slice towards themselves and began to ate.

The stomach can only hold so much, maybe 3 liters. This had been a very long, very robust meal for @RBHeadge PE, who was still running on the high of closing a deal worth billions. This cheesecake...had been manufactured for a specific reason. A single reason. A reason why it would never be released to the public and would continue to be tinkered with.

@RBHeadge PE gave a grunt during one of the bites, unaware of his stomach rupturing in two locations, creating lesions that would be measured to be 15cm and 8cm when he was discovered many days later. Through the pain, he took another bite, laboriously swallowing, wishing his gag reflex would kick in, but his throat now felt numb as the cheesecake continued to be devoured. Another bite was completed before the rupture of their stomach, combined with a windpipe blocked by gooey cake, finally resulted in death.

Death by cheesecake had never been so literal, but everyone knew you didn't mess with the nut business. It was too sticky.

A gasp from the nearby window alerted the table of @MadamPirate PE outside the restaurant, who had been looking for @RBHeadge PE because they had been saving a premier nut print for them. It was unfortunate for them. Wrong place. Wrong time.

One of the executives waved their hand before turning to the other to discuss the golf league they were starting with Kelloggs to maybe get booth space at their next festival, and maybe more peanuts in their Crunchy Nut cereal.

@MadamPirate PE was made to disappear.

Final vote:

x7 @RBHeadge PE (duran, becca, MP, RBH..., square, JP, vhab)

@RBHeadge PE was lynched by nefarious nut executives. @RBHeadge PE was mafia.

@MadamPirate PE was killed by the mafia.

Remaining players: @vhab49_PE, @EyehatethePEexam PE, @beccabun PE, @DuranDuran, @squaretaper LIT AF PE, and @jean15paul_PE
 
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@JayKay PE that was some VERY good writing

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@JayKay PE I would like to cast my vote today for @beccabun PE , unless of course if I'm nightkilled, which I'm guessing I will be :ROFLMAO:.
Okay hold up. I know that I made a HUGE mistake the other night when I switched my vote. But that's exactly why I'm NOT mafia. If I were, I would have let my vote for RBH hold, he would have been voted out, and I could have stayed under the radar. But just like you, I got convinced by his post, plus the fact that you changed your vote made me think that you knew something. Obviously, that wasn't the case.

I know I haven't played a good game this round, but the town can still win this.
 
Also, I very nearly changed my vote from RB to Duran at the last minute, but then edited my post saying that it was too suspicious to change at the last minute.

I invite readers to take a look to see the actions that transpired after I made that post.
 
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