Thread "Mafia GM Elections!" in forum "MAFIA... and other forum games"

Posted at 2:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I'm going to run, I'm just on the hwy atm.

Posted at 2:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I'm going to run, I'm just on the hwy atm.

Keep your hands on the wheel dude. There is no rush.

Posted at 3:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I'm going to run, I'm just on the hwy atm.
Keep your hands on the wheel dude. There is no rush.

yah don't get yourself killed now hak.

Posted at 3:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I think Gullas might want to explain his clues for the narrative. *hint* *hint*

Posted at 3:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I second Niccea and Waff…

Posted at 3:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

I'm going to run, I'm just on the hwy atm.
Keep your hands on the wheel dude. There is no rush.

It's actually much easier to drive and text than you think, however I'd still advise against it on Louisiana's highways. However, THAT'S how dedicated I am to this game. Plus, now that my sentence in this other county is over, I wont have to spend 2 hours on the road every day. While I can't promise I'll be on ALL day every day, I can promise you that I'll be on frequently, and always in time unless otherwise specified. All cycles will end at 12:00PM GMT, or 6PM central. Days will be 24 hours, nights will be 48 hours unless there's a clamor for another setup.

Anyways, my narrative;

Niccea was sitting in her room, typing with all her might a term paper which was due the following day. Fifteen pages in and everything was coming together well, which was why when the lights and subsequently her computer went out, she flew into a violent rage, cursing everyone from the professor to the cashier at the power company's front desk. When she finally stopped to take a moment to compose herself, she was amazed by the otherwise total silence. The only sound was the gentle hum from the street light outdoors which illuminated her room through the one un-curtained window. Standing up to head for the circuit breaker, she noticed a barely visible silhouette in the doorway. Before she could think to panic, the searing pain of three gunshots tore through her body and she slumped against her chair, unable to move and bleeding profusely. Her assassin stepped forward so that his face was half visible in the light and smirked.

"Twenty points," he said casually, before re-aiming his gun.

"You!" Niccea gasped, as a growing paralysis spread through her body.

"Say goodnight," he added, squeezing off one last round and puncturing her head, before turning and slipping into the night from whence he came.

Posted at 3:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

Well my clues are not so simple…
Carcasses -> Butchers prepare carcasses, Gullas claiming to be the town butcher.
Mincing -> a way to prepare meat products, same as above.

by the way, nice narrative Hak :)

Posted at 4:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

*starts to applaude hak's narrative* bravo

Posted at 5:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

Me, me! I want to try!

Me, me! I'm a tan man!

Narrative:

One of the townies happened to walk into a dark alley. Why he did that, the world may never know. There was a strange man lurking in the shadows.

"Who are you? Are you me?" shouted the strange man to himself.

"You're freaking me out!" said the frightened townie.

"Shh… do you hear that," asked the strange man. "It's the trees in the forest. They want me to kill you!"

"I just want to go home." sobbed the confused townie.

"Oh don't worry… home is where the rock is!" screeched the strange man.

The man picked up a rock from the alley and chucked it at the townie. The rock flung right into the townies eye and exited through the back of his head. Blood and brain matter was splattering into the air.

"My brains! My brains," screamed the townie choking on his own gobs.

Suddenly… BOOM!!!

The townie's head exploded from the sheer pressure of blood built up in the base of his neck.

Niccea the townie has been killed.

Posted at 7:03PM, Mar. 30, 2009

Humorman, I'm not going to stop you from running because this is game V and you hosted game II, but I personally think that we should give someone new a shot at it.

I also noticed just by observation that some of these narratives are more gory than usual. Can anyone make a comedy of my death?