Hello all!
I am hosting the latest installment of my mafia game series in the Gameroom. Please join in the fun!
:7reporter: :7privateeye: :7gangster:
-- Seamus
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Hello all!
I am hosting the latest installment of my mafia game series in the Gameroom. Please join in the fun!
:7reporter: :7privateeye: :7gangster:
-- Seamus
Join NOW!
Do it! The world could use some more amazing mafia games like Seamus's. I WILL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU JOIN!
C“mon people join up! There are numerous Capo veterans around these parts. Once more to the murder and mayhem!:charge:
If you don't join, you are in favour of a European Super State and One-World Government banning wonky carrots.
Only 55 slots left open.
Play to kill some Commies, and to instaurate Capitalism and Freedom in this Cuba themed place mafia game.
That's very Backroomish and should gather interest.
Only the prologue and epilogue are in Cuba, the rest is set in New Jersey (where life is cheap).
Yeah, fine, waste your time discussing politics where your voice doesn't matter when you could be discussing life and death and your voice does matter... :snobby:
I can not play this time. I dread the horrible revenge Mafia Meister Andres will take on me. I am not manly enough to face up to him. I have never managed to defeat him except through lies and depraved means. I full well realize I shall be utterly crushed and hence am running like a girl.
All things going well, I shall also leave for my holiday tomorrow!
Moo! (Join Capo!)
That will depend a good deal on this year's mussels and barley harvests...
Yes, it's true, I am going on my customary pilgrimage to the pinnacle of European civilization: Belgium. Tomorrow, I shall be in Bruxelles. What's more, I intend to venture out into the wilderness to the north of Bruxelles, and check out Louvain and Malines.
I will not, unfortunately, be able to visit my eternal beloved this time...
I am bringing my kaki suit, binoculars and, just to err on the safe side, a big hunting rifle. I am fully prepared to meet the dangerous natives up north, in Flanders.
I think I might go to the Yser Tower and sing your quote at the top of my lungs...
Then I'll shout marching orders to the local Flemish pilgrims: 'Off to the trenches, you peasants! Go on! You deaf or what?'
:sneaky:
Game is now in play.