You 19-20 year olds keep complaining about looking too young. I already look pretty much like Kenneth Branagh.
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Mafia XVII - The Madness Continues.
Maybe it is the way I dress?
I look a lot older when I dress up. And lucky you, I am going to a wedding in two days so I will actually have a dressed up picture soon.
And I know what you mean kitty. Sometimes I lapse and think I'm 18. Then I open a cider (I hate beer) and remember I'm 21.
I'm 19. My avatar is a pic of me when I was either 17 or 18. Can't remember. I looked younger than I was, until I grew the beard. Then everyone kept thinking that I was married to my mom! I eventually stopped going shopping and running errands with her because of it! :p
Niccea that was clear not a picture of you, that was some other chick!
1- No furry animal ears
2- No blonde hair
3- Did I mention you didn't have the ears?
4- The sign behind the person in that picture indicates they are 630 feet tall. If you were that tall you would not be able to work a computer properly.
Random- You do look very proud of that beard in that picture. Is that a picture of you trying to pull women in the forest with your manly beard?
You probably look young due to your huge furry ears.
You know what? I think you are right.
and the hair is supposed to be orange…don't ask me why. It thought it was good for a half cat girl.
And hah ha. That picture was taken at the top of the St. Louis Arch. I know you know it. But I thought I would say it.
Narration!
TheFlyingGreenMonkey was busy with his own things and didn't notice when he ran right into someone hiding his face from view.
"Could I interest you in my love banana?" Said the Flasher as he opened up his trench coat.
"DO NOT WANT!" Screamed Monkey as he ran away clawing at his eyes.
He rushed home as fast as he could and hit under his bed in shame of what he'd seen.
[spoiler]TheFlyingGreenMonkey has been flashed![/spoiler]
GarBonzo Beans involvement during the election had brought him some attention. It didn't take long for one of the local prostitutes to take him offside, promising him some fun time. Unfortunately for him, some of his attention was also unwanted one. Two sets of eyes had been locked on him ever since the duel ended and plotting was conducted that included descriptions that would not make most people faint from disgust.
As GarBonzo neared his home he heard a rattle on the side street that caught his attention. Cautiously the concerned villager edged himself further down that street to investigate, only to find nothing. With a sigh of relief, GarBonzo turns around only to be startled with an upside down, grinning face.
"Are you gonna be our playmate?" Asked the person, while dangling from a rooftop.
With those words, GarBonzo feels a sharp sting in his back as an arrow penetrates his flesh.
"Brother! Should you not be on the lookout?" Asked the bow wielding assailant.
"Sorry Brother. I wanted to have fun too." Said the other man as he jumped from the roof.
"You know that paramedic had been watching over him. We managed to put him on a wild goose chase but somebody one of us should be paying attention, in case he returns." Replied the other one. "You'll get your turn."
With a disappointed frown, the other assassin walks out of the street to pay attention for incoming traffic. The muffled screams cause him to twitch with anticipation and he rushes back in, once his brother signals the go ahead.
They would continue this game of tag for a better part of the night.
[spoiler]GarBonzo Bean the Vigilante is dead.[/spoiler]
Oh no! The Mad scientist managed to steal some left over cakes from Rokulily's gift table. The delicious treats proved to be an excellent bait for his trap. After capturing a clueless villager, the fiend experimented on him all night. The result of the twisted test proved surprisingly beneficial though. The villager can now heal others by mere touch.
This power has been granted to one of the villagers in Townston:
[spoiler]Healing hands:
You can now heal wounds just by touching them. You can now protect people at nights as if you were a paramedic.[/spoiler]
I bet Harkovast wouldn't mind getting some healing hand action because his shoulder wound was killing him. He earlier tried to visit the clinic but it was completely empty since all the paramedics were busy elsewhere. Annoyed, the surly man walked home scratching his wound.
"You shouldn't do that or you'll get infected" said the person that Hark just walked by.
"Blah! Unless you know a way to fix me up, I prefer that you mind your own business." barked Hark at the stranger.
"Oh, I'll fix it for you. I'll fix it the Russian way!" Said the stranger as he clubbed Hark's shoulder with full force!
"YEEEOOOH!!!" Screamed Harkovast while the person continued to bash his wound. "THAT ISN'T HELPFUL AT ALL!"
"I guess this must be the reason why Russian doctors aren't in." Said the person as he clubbed Hark in the face.
[spoiler]Harkovast the Detective and the Bodyguard is dead![/spoiler]
The morning rays cut into the side streets, revealing the atrocities of the night. Randomdudeperson wakes up when he hears someone scream outside. Still not fully awake, the sleepy lazybutt turns to his other side to snuggle with his bed partner…
… hold on… didn't Random go to bed alone? He opens his eyes, only to realize the giant horse head grinning at his face.
[spoiler]Randomdudeperson has been horseheaded![/spoiler]
Elsewhere a townie got up to do his morning ritual, completely oblivious of the bomb that had been installed somewhere in his house.
Night 1 is over.
Day 2 has begun.
I already know who are the bad guys are, but I don't know their roles. The only thing I know is that randomdudeperson is not the godfather…unless they are allowed to horsehead themselves.
I also don't see a Russian which would have been too obvious.
And one secret about Hark…the one thing he did as a detective…he checked me out…
I already know who are the bad guys are, but I don't know their roles. The only thing I know is that randomdudeperson is not the godfather…unless they are allowed to horsehead themselves.
I also don't see a Russian which would have been too obvious.
And one secret about Hark…the one thing he did as a detective…he checked me out…
Intrigue! Thrills! Mystery!
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