Hey, nobody is hosting this Large Mafia [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

"So.... you think you can host this mafia?"

Edse just kept snoring.

"I think that's pretty funny. Hysterical, even. As a matter of fact, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard. You make me laugh, Edse. You're quite the comedian. Or, perhaps, a clown. Do you like clowns, Edse? Because you remind me of a clown. I think your face just needs a few more finishing touches...."


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Believer stirred in his sleep. He heard what sounded like a helicopter off in the distance. Yawning, he hopped out of bed and went down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Release the package." A shadowy figure ordered.

Believer didn't hear the trapdoor beneath the shipping container slide open. Believer didn't see the trapdoor releasing the contents of the suspended metallic box into a freefall. Believer didn't realize that one thousand bowling balls were about to drop silently through the air. Believer didn't know that they were being dropped from several thousand feet up, onto a freshly-painted bulls-eye. Believer didn't know that bulls-eye was painted on his roof, just above his bathroom.

Believer didn't realize that he was about to become the world's messiest bowling pin.

"Drat. Out of toilet paper."

As the first of many bowling balls struck him on the head, he realized that he would never again be able to squeeze the Charmin. And now, he is too dead to host this mafia. And he didn't even like to bowl.





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Edse heard the alarm go off, and rolled out of bed. He stumbled groggily toward the bathroom, flipped on the light switch, and looked in the mirror.

He saw a clown staring back at him.

"Not clowns! Anything but clowns!" screamed Edse. He ran toward the bathroom window and jumped out.

Except there was no bathroom window, so he ruined a perfectly good wall before he plummeted ten stories to his death on the concrete below.

On his way down, he decided to finally face his fear of clowns. He reached up and honked his big red nose.

"Hey, that's actually not so bad!" said Edse. "If only I had time to learn how to juggle!"

I regret to inform you, he did not learn how to juggle.











Possibly alive enough to host this game: [29/33]

Andres
Arjos
atheotes
Bsmith
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
CountArach
Csargo
DaveShack
Diana Abnoba
Double A
Edse
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Ishmael
issaikhaan
Jarema
Kagemusha
LazyMcCrow
Nightbringer
Pharaoh Ramese II
Populus Romanus
rickinator9
Riedquat
Robbiecon
SalmonSoil
Tiaexz
Visorslash
White_Eyes:D
Zaccino

Rather a bit too dead to host this game: [4/33]

Askthepizzaguy
Seon
Believer
Edse




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