Mafia X [Concluded]

[[MAFIA] Connie]

^ ah right i messed up that one a bit..................

[[MAFIA] Rocco]

I don't trust this Bertha guy. He looks like a woman, dresses like a woman, talks like a woman, behaves like a woman, but he's not a woman. You won't fool me, Berthaboy.

[[MAFIA] Giorgio]

HNNNNNGGGHHHHH

[[MAFIA] Sonny]

Yo Luciano, I hear you been sniffin around my girl Maria. She don't need none of you, goomba. She's a good girl, loves her Mama and everythin.

[[MAFIA] Maria]

Wuv you Sonny.

[[MAFIA] Christopher]

[[MAFIA] Salvatore]

If mugshots be any proof, mafia or not, there aren't a lot of trustworthy types in this town.

[[MAFIA] Bertha]

If mugshots be any proof, mafia or not, there aren't a lot of trustworthy types in this town.

What about me? Big old hawaiian mama like me couldn't hurt a fly.

[[MAFIA] Bugsy]

What about me? Big old hawaiian mama like me couldn't hurt a fly.

Not standing up, no.

Standing up? Who am I kidding

[[MAFIA] Sonny]

Wuv you Sonny.

Don't I know it, baby doll.

[[MAFIA] Salvatore]

What about me? Big old hawaiian mama like me couldn't hurt a fly.

Big ol' hawaiian mama would be the last person I'd trust in this town! Way too straightforward. What with all those other sleazy types abounding...

[[MAFIA] Fingers]

[Please host your own images - GH]

Bah, the agents of the Law are too strong around these parts of the town. Makes me pirate's life difficult, I say!

[[MAFIA] Richie]

Who wants to be Richie?

[[MAFIA] Sonny]

You don't look Italian.

[[MAFIA] Bobby]

I'm Bobby, am i good looking?

[[MAFIA] Luigi]

Uhuh. After a couple of facials from me

[[MAFIA] Paulie]

psst What are we waiting for? You dang mafiosos can't decide who to kill yet? Try www.random.org for some guidance.

edit: Yeah, I'm not Saregona. :) Just thought it would be a good laugh for anyone who recognized his... unique posting style.

[[MAFIA] Connie]

Uhuh. After a couple of facials from me

For God's sakes man think about what your typing. I mean my Goodness lol...................

[[MAFIA] Anne]

Hi everyone!

[[MAFIA] Bugsy]

Hi everyone!

Hey - come here often?

[[MAFIA] Big George]

Jesus, I need a good glass of Milk.

[[MAFIA] Christopher]

Jesus, I need a good glass of Milk.

I don't think he's playing.

[[MAFIA] Bruno]

Still night? I should get back to bed then.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Sorry guys, I was unexpectedly busy today. Will try to get the kills up soon.

[[MAFIA] Luciano]

I am the monarch of the sea...

[[MAFIA] Fingers]

I am the monarch of the sea...

WHAT?! Yarr, you are ten thousand years too young to seize from me that title! I'll take you down meself if I have to!

[GeneralHankerchief]

Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day in the Kingdom of Peace and Love, the heat of late spring being just prevalent enough for people to take off and enjoy the weather. Some people were out mowing their lawns, some were doing some gardening, some were taking a jog around their neighborhoods, and some were just sitting and outside, relaxing.

Chickenman was one of the people sitting outside, and relaxing. Picking his favorite spot in Frontroom Park - a bench, overlooking the pond with trace amounts of osmium - he sat back and lulled himself almost to sleep, slowly drifting away as the sounds of the park, the rustling of the trees, the wind, the ducks, grew softer and softer in his mind. The footsteps of the mafioso behind him growing softer and sof - wait, what?

Chickenman opened his eyes and turned around just in time to see the mafioso right up behind him, arms out. In the next second, they were wrapped around his head, quickly twisting it.

"OW!" Chickenman yelled, once this deed was done, rubbing his neck. "That really hurt, man! What were you trying to do, snap my neck or something?"

"Well, so much for that," the mafioso muttered. Sending Chickenman sprawling with an elbow to the head, the mafioso racked his brain trying to come up with an alternative method of killing his prey. Clearly, his arm strength was not enough to go and snap people's necks, causing instantaneous death. He'd have to work out some more. But in the meantime, he had to deal with this problem lying on the ground before him.

"Hmm," the mafioso reasoned, with Chickenman still moaning in pain below him. "I guess this worked well enough as is." Ignoring the various cache of weapons he had brought with him - blackjack, telescopic baton, silenced pistol, shotgun, revolver, assault rifle, half a dozen grenades, flamethrower, bazooka - he instead dragged Chickenman to the pond, elbowing his head one more time for good measure, and then holding it under the water for a period of several minutes until Chickenman stopped struggling.

Across town, Giuseppe was doing none of these blissful outside activities; in fact he was totally unaware of the beautiful weather that had entered the town. He was in the middle of his 13th consecutive hour of playing the latest violent first-person shooter video game, ignoring the insults strewn around by the various 12-year-olds on the server.

"HA!" Giuseppe yelled to people he had never met and had no idea where they were from. "Take that, scum!" He checked his watch, realized that it was 1pm and he had not slept at all last night, shrugged, and put his hand back in the bag of Cheetos, munching on them before going back to his game. The machine-gun fire was oddly soothing to Giuseppe, the fake cacophony all around him, emanating from his television's speakers. He was fully engrossed in his pixellated war world, and loving every second of it.

"The gun is good," he muttered to himself, spraying another burst of fire that may or may not have hit a target and had no lasting impact whatsoever on the world at large. What he failed to realize was that there was a very real machine gun pointed directly at him from behind. He would have caught it in the TV's reflection, but by this point Giuseppe was completely gone to anything that was not his online deathmatch. He pumped out yet another spray of fake fire, as a spray of very real and infinitely more dangerous fire fired at him simultaneously.

Ten minutes later, an unresponsive Giuseppe was booted from the server.

Meanwhile, in a certain office in the center of town...

Chief of Police JuJuBee sat in his office, admiring his posters of Judy Garland as usual. This was such a cushy job. There was never any crime in the Kingdom of Peace and Love. It was the Kingdom of Peace and Love, for goodness sake's! There were two phones on his desk. One was the usual phone, mostly used for personal calls since, again, there was never really any crime in the Frontroom. The other phone, however, was bright red. On the first day of assuming office, the outgoing Chief of Police, Lemur, told him that if the red phone ever rang, then bad times were ahead. Possibly the very Frontroom itself would be at stake if the red phone rang.

The red phone rang.

Utterly startled, JuJuBee somehow managed to pick it up and stay calm throughout the briefing.

"Oh God," he said. "Mafia attack."

Rifling through a very thick binder, he spent three hours reading nine entries in the tome, each one larger than the last. The last had been made by Lemur, the previous eight by someone named "Beirut". Their wisdom was questionable, but all in all their experiences were quite helpful. Three hours later, JuJuBee had a plan in mind.

Thirty minutes later, he had gathered everyone in the town square and prepared to make an announcement. "Okay everybody," he said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that it's Saturday! This calls for a celebration!"

"What's the bad news?" somebody asked.

"Oh right," said JuJuBee. "Two of our members have been murdered by the Mafia. Chickenman, also known as Winston Hughes, and Giuseppe, better known as robbiecon, are no longer with us."

Naturally, there was a general outcry over this bit of news, as people started screaming and panicking and generally being loud and raucous. "Wait!" said JuJu, "it's okay! I have a plan! Winston Churchill once said that democracy was the worst form of government ever invented, except for the ones that have already been tried. This means that democracy is the best, and therefore democracy is what's going to save us right now! Every day, we'll use our collective powers of deduction to figure out who these interlopers are in our midst, and root them out to be executed! Any questions?"

Literally every single person present started shouting at once.

"Great!" said JuJu amiably. "See you at sunset!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still alive: (34)
Angelo
Anne
Bertha
Big George
Bobby
Bruno
Bugsy
Carlo
Christopher
Claudia
Connie
Emilio
Fat Tony
Fingers
Frank
Fredo
Furio
Georgio
Joe
Johnny
Luciano
Luigi
Maria
Mickey
Nick
Paulie
Pedro
Pete
Ralph
Richie
Rocco
Salvatore
Sonny
Vincent

Killed:
Winston Hughes (Chickenman)
robbiecon (Giuseppe)

Player list:

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Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Visorslash
Beefy187
Greyblades
Renata
Csargo
Populus Romanus
B_Ray
White_eyes:D
Jolt
Captain Blackadder
Seon
glyphz
Ibn-Khaldun
Death is yonder
Askthepizzaguy
Diamondeye
TheLastDays
Crazed Rabbit
Ignoramus
ArpeggiateTHIS
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
Winston Hughes
Kagemusha
issaikhaan
a completely inoffensive name
autolycus
robbiecon
Earthling
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ashurnasirpal II
Sigurd
johnhughthom
Andres

It is now Day 1! Voting will last for approximately 24 hours. Again, sorry for the delay.

[[MAFIA] Frank]

I don't think he's playing.

Wiseguy eh?

Vote: [MAFIA] Christopher

[[MAFIA] Connie]

fail.

[[MAFIA] Connie]

fail.