Description originally posted by Captain Blackadder as Fillet Royale 2 mafioso:
A member of the beef mafia placed YLC in his prison to die. It will not take long. In the dark he will explore his cell. Curiosity will overcome him eventually. The pit, a gaping hole in the center of the cell, will become his grave. It is a cruel way to die, but not as bad as what we have prepared for him if he survives.
He crawls along the edge of the cell, against the wall. He is curious. What kind of prison is his in? He does not know what awaits in the center of his cell. The pit. Ready to engulf him.
They are coming, the enemy. Our forces have not been able to stop them. The general says that they are headed in our direction. The man hopes that our mafia will be able to defeat the infidels, the vegetarians that they will not be able to reach our city.
The man watches as YLC awakes. He begins to explore again, but he falls. His head hangs over the edge of the pit, and he realizes what death we had prepared for him. He was lucky to escape the trap we set for him, but we will not be deterred. As he sleeps, the man comes into the cell. The man sets up a wooden frame and lays YLC on it. The man deftly ties sturdy knots with a single rope. He is tied securely and will not be able to escape, but his left arm is left free so he can eat, and his chest is left bare. Nothing will get in the path to his heart.
Hours pass. The enemy still approaches. IThe man hears news of defeats everywhere. How much longer will we be able to hold up? They still approach. They will be here soon. The city is preparing. The men collect weapons and gather at night to hold whispered councils. The man, as a guard, also have a duty. When they arrive, the beef mafia will fight too.
The pendulum is swinging, swinging. The man can always hear the creaking as metal rubs against wood. Slowly, slowly it descends toward him. A fraction of a millimeter every minute. Now the man can detect fear in YLC eyes. He knows his fate. He sees the blade swinging, death descending upon him slowly, slowly... The man chuckle. Now does he wish that he had fallen into the hole? It seems welcome now compared to what he now faces.
The city is preparing for the impending attack of veggies, but the man watch over the prisoner still. Both of them are waiting: YLC with growing dread and The man with growing impatience. How much longer will this take? But the man knows that in the end, the waiting will be rewarded. The man will see the pain in his face as the blade digs into his flesh, slowly descending toward his heart. At last the infidel will receive his doom.
Now is the time. The pendulum swings just centimeters above his chest. He is beginning to get desperate. He exhales every time the blade swings over him, trying to avoid the fatal blade. Now the blade touches his shirt, shredding it. The mans rubs his hands together and watch as he frantically struggles with his bonds.
He grabs the remnants of the meat the man had provided him with and starts rubbing it on the ropes holding him down. The man think he is going crazy. But then the rats swarm over him. The man can tell that they are gnawing on the meat-saturated ropes. The man curses silently. Why did I have to leave meat? The rats begin to gnaw and with that YLC look at the man straight in the eyes and smiles for he has won the beef mafia will get no pleasure from this. YLC has won and with that final victory he dies.
That Cold Winter [Concluded]
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Micheal D'Anjou
Originally Posted by Reenk Roink
- Proud Horseman of the Presence 
You will lose! 
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