TWMG- Day #2: Chaos!
ST ( the big old collective farm, split into several structures belonging to different individuals) gradually awoke from its slumber. Something invisible and yelling at the top of its voice was passing through every bush , every part of the farm, dragging in its awake a trail of destruction. Wherever it went, things changed. Figuratively speaking.
The farmers had been awake all night. They had been moaning Jakko of course, but that was not quite the reason they looked so kaputt. Sadness lasted less than the time you spend making coffee, fear on the other hand……and for their own precious skin…
That was a different problem.
Bisko raised from his chair. His head ached. He felt it was several weeks past his bedtime. But he had to say something.
“Gentlemen __”, he began.
“Let’s lynch the n00b!!!”, Henchy proposed. “It’s all about the tradition, you know.”
“No, we shouldn’t kill anyone….What if the wolf isn’t here?”
“Then what about the mafia! We must kill! You KNOW how angry we’d make the cow. I’d take my chances with the lynch”.
Bisko opened and shut his mouth in silence for a while, trying to re-route his train of thought. This was not going anywhere. He sighted.
With a quick move, he suddenly reached for Kiam’s knife and, while grabbing mouse’s collar, managed to get the shining object from his pocket.
“Sorry.” ,he said, “.I’m not leaving you short, am I?”
“Err, no problem I guess.”
“This ends here. Mouse will be the first sacrifice. Sorry buddy but you gotta go”
No one reacted.
Mouse began protesting.
“What are you doing, are you mad? Killing me is not an option! I’ll make you pay for this! I am innocent! You should die! NO, Vin should die! You should die! I hate you.”
But everyone was just too confused to say anything.
Thirty seconds later, Ziasca made up his mind. He raised his head and, with the look of someone who just decided to take matter in his own hand and kill a fly who had been buzzing him unconsciously for over an hour, said:
“Let’s do this.”
If anyone had looked an hour later in the yard of the most expensive villa in ST, they would have seen a shape tottering aimlessly. But not for too long. The man collapsed, the wound in his stomach obviously saying its last word.
“If only…there was a hospital…in this damn….”
On the other hand, in the villa, also known by insiders as the headquarters of the mafia, things were only getting messier.
A woman was sitting legs crossed on a desk, apparently enjoying herself, looking at the scene in front of her.
In the center of the room, Vincent was tied down, with a bloody lip and a purple eye, clothes all messed up. But he was smiling.
“This is a joke, isn’t it?, he said. “He’s not really the fair prostitute, you’re just having me on? I thought he was a woman?”
“It’s always the same with these hot-blooded types, ain’t it?” ,he continued. “They definitely go downhill after thirty-five…”
The Mafioso sitting at the desk smiled to him, loaded his gun and aimed.
“Ah well, it’s the pasta, I tell you.” And shoots Vincent in the head.
“Pitty mouse missed the whole thing. Did you do your job?”
The prostitute nodded.
It had been a long and unpleasant day for the farmers but as the sun came down, it appeared that events unfolded the way invasive plants eat your favorite lilies. Annoying and uncontrollable.
In a dark corner, a scared, innocent farmer was being…..well, cornered.
In front of him, a big fluffy/furry creature.
“JOIN ME.”, he said. “OURS WILL BE ST. AND WHO WOULD BE ABLE TO STAND AGAINST US?”
The man thought that something was expected of him.
“Absolutely no one”, he said. “Except the mafia, of course.”
There was dead silence.
“THE MAFIA..?” the werewolf said quietly.
“Well, yes. Certainly. We don’t challenge the mafia. They do their job, we do ours. No sense in __”
When one accidentally puts one boot in a swamp it is quite unpleasant. But not as unpleasant as pushing down with the other boot and hearing that, too, disappear with a soft sucking noise.
The truth was that farmers tended to be somewhat nervous about the mafia. It was in their bones, something about genetics, but a big possibly hungry creature seemed more of a threat at time being.
“I WILL SHOW THE WORTH OF THESE MAFIOSO TO YOU.
IF YOU SURVIVE, THAT IS…”
And so…the new wolf came to life.
One converted farmer! The ST world is in chaos!
I wonder if the converted wolf will be eating cows? That would lower the entire productivity!! O__O
well one mafia down, good...
but now we have one more wolf....damn...
Ah, shit. We lost a detective. Oh, and mouse. Wait a minute, mafia? Haha. Rofl. That kicks ass. We rule. One down. Okay, who is next? I'm leaning heavily towards the noob.
*Buries Vinny in his frontyard* We need a damn graveyard ASAP. The wolves are gonna get hungry and the Mafia are gonna get pissed.
Gum's Adequate Townie Scource (GATS, clever isn't it?): Bisko made my Number 1 on my list for execution. Was his vote for a cover-up or plain killing, I don't know so i'm keeping my eyes out for all activities regarded by Biscuit.
You know, I think people should get a last gasp or something like. That way detective roles wouldn't need to take their info to the grave.
^ do I sence fear of the unknown? *grins*
I thought if I acted suspicious the wolf will go after me. =_=
oh hell I'm in hell again. why do I die so early in almost all the games I played. this is supposed to be Comp's spot. Comp! Swap! now!
nice story.. Sakura..
two mafia to go now!
umm well one mafia down two TOO GO
I wonder who got converted into a werewolf though?!