It is a normal day for you. You are in your room, behind your computer, doing what you always do: listen to music, read Smogon, talk serious 'mons or non-serious other things on IRC, battling on Shoddy, and let's not forget checking for the latest news. This particular news item interested you, so you clicked on the live video feed. Apparently a brave reporter was just supplying the news anchor and all the viewers with the latest update. "I just went to this scary-looking guy and he proudly informed that this would be an annual thing. When I asked if I could perhaps attend it, he said it was exclusive for only a certain type of monsters. When I requested elaboration, he said it was only for Monsters Which May or May Not Exist. I was going to argue that this monster could clearly think, and therefore, he was, but then he punched me in the stomach." "Thanks Tom, live from the NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital. We do not know yet what these abominations are up to, but we are sure that it cannot be anything good." Suddenly, you hear rapid-fired gunshots. Windows shatter and people scream. You carefully peek out of your broken window and see a man with a megaphone screaming the same thing over and over. "Attention, fearful and weak citizens! Your time has come! We are the Well-Armed Men With Something To Protect! Nobody is allowed to come close or we'll shoot your head off. Actually, we'll do that anyway, one at a time! Hahahaha!" These guys' intentions are a lot clearer, but not much better. When the gunshots start to fade, indicating that the criminals are going away from you, you head out on the street. You see a megaphone lying at your front door, so you pick it up and ask for all non-criminal citizens to gather. "My dear fellow pacifists. It seems we have not one but two problems on our hands. On one side, we have these monsters with their natural weapons, and on the other, that rogue army with more militairy firepower than the Soviet Union. I propose we unite against these threats. Individually, we may not be as powerful as them, but together, we can stop them." You hold a long discussion that lasted all the way until it was starting to get dark. By then, you agreed upon the following. This group of active citizens would be called Things You Find on the Internet, seeing as it covered about everyone who had joined the meeting. This potentially included infiltrators - monsters or armed men who decided to disguise themselves as men without weapons. How they pulled off such an amazing disguise, you would never know, but you were sure they were there. However, man or monster, armed or not, your numbers were large enough to gang upon them once per day. So you will do just that. Welcome to Unicycle Mafia! Just to make it clear: Monsters Which May or May Not Exist is a mafia faction. Well-Armed Men With Something To Protect is another mafia faction. Things You Find on the Internet is the village faction.