I'm not even on the votin list. Heh..
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Mafia XXVIII: Mafia NOIR
Well, I already voted. So no.I admit that detectives have been known to use microscopes but no. Close but no dice.
Also, that was a vague way of asking if you were the lesser detective.
I don't care that I'm admitting this. I would have been dead the first night anyways without the leadership protection.
And F.Y.I. You're allowed to change your votes. :P
P.S. If it hadn't been for identity crisis, I wouldn't have had the slightest clue about who Ralph Dibny was. 'tis was a good story.
Are you saying, these people can't tell the difference between Pro-Townie and Anti-Townie? Besides, what are the odds that I would be mafia, again?List has been updated.And thats all I want.
Mettaur is in the lead.
TFGM is currently second.
And Zeph.
Is on the list too! Everybody give hima a warm welcome!
I must warn that Mettaur is acting just like he did in his first time being mafia.
Narration day one
Townstreet, Noon, 1945.
The dumb bastard got himself killed, The coppers didn't know how he died, they didn't know what kind of weapon was used, didn't know anything. Except who killed him, and more importantly why he was killed.
As I made my way through the crowd I could already hear people announce a willingness to take my big brothers place. A man holding a big sign made a big speech, causing reactions from many in the crowd. Women hid their babies and men started looking over their shoulders, resisting the urge to hide their backs from their friends… The man holding the sign caused quite a public unrest.
Soon others joined in, announcing reasons why they should become the new mayor, none of them expressing even the slightest hint of human feeling, none of them showing any sign of grief for the death of their mayor, none of them acting the way they did before the eternal rain started falling down.
Before the feeling of black and white invaded their hearts.
One of the pigs in blue tried to stop me from entering the mayor's office, telling me to put out my cigarette. Carelessly I threw the cigarette to the floor, leaving a burnmark on the carpet. It's not like it matters, those idiots won't find any clues. My dear brother messed with the godfather, he messed with the Don, he messed with the Firefly. And the firefly never leaves any evidence behind.
At least not enough for the cops to find.
Outside I could still hear the mob, all claiming to be the best man for the job. All claiming to be able to lift the veil of darkness that came with the eternal warm rain. Some promised more art, some promised to decrease traffic tickets, and some didn't say anything at all. Suddenly the crowd went silent, I couldn't see why from inside. And quite frankly I couldn't care less.
My brother stared at me as I entered the room, hanging from his mouth I could see his damn pipe. It was a gift from our father. Me and my brother both followed our fathers path, I became a detective, took over the business. My brother became an abusive husband, beating his wife to a pulp after every drink. As I looked upon the red crusts of blood sprayed over big brothers desk the chief of police started talking to me, Zachary Mettowsky.
'So, what do we have here?' He asked as he offered me a cigarette.
'Well…' I said as I lit my cigarette. 'He's dead alright.'
'That much we knew.' The scrawny cop said. 'But how? That's all we need you for. We already know who did it, and we'll never catch him.'
'Poison, and lots of it. Check the chair.' I pointed at the chair, which was drenched in blood.
'His guts turned to pulp?' Mettowsky said, trying to hide a smile. He never did like me much.
'Yes, my BROTHER's bowels turned to pulp.' I responded, trying to make it clear to the old scrawny bastard that he talked too much. The damn pig repulsed me.
Before Mett could respond a cop came barging in, bringing the deputy mayor with him. An irish man, proud of his heritage. I believe his name was Mon K Green. A strong man, but he was not one of the sharpest tools in the shed. As Mon looked upon the dead man in the chair of his former boss he almost dumped his breakfast on top of my cigarette mark.
With a faint voice the deputy mayor said:
'The people demand a mayor.'
I looked upon the remains of my brother, a slight hint of nostalgia filled my head.
'Violence is gonna return to Townstreet. You need a strong mayor, someone able to withstand it better than my brother did.' I said.
Mon looked at himself, knowing he woulndn't be able to do it alone.
'Take Mettowsky, he's been living here for ages, never was a good cop. But he'll survive longer than you.'
As I walked out of the office, leaving a baffled deputy mayor, a dumbass cop and a dead brother, I knew I had to take on the Firefly Mafia alone, these sorry excuses wouldn't last longer than a day.
And I knew where to go first.
[spoiler]Mettaur is the new Mayor, TheFlyingGreenMonkey is the new pardoner![/spoiler]
DAY ONE HAS ENDED.
NIGHT ONE HAS BEGUN.
Townstreet, 10 in the evening, 1945.
As I walk out of the building I hear Mettowsky shouting to Mon, I don't care. I need a drink. Walking through the crowds calms me, but still not enough. The only thing capable of silencing the thoughts in my head is a decent amount of whisky, and I don't believe there is enough of golden liquid at Jay's.
Jay's has always been my kind of bar, all the mayor players on both sides of the law go there. The little ones know to stay away, they know that nothing discussed at Jay's is for their ears to know.
As I walk in I see Jay laughing that stupid laugh of his, he probably already knows everything about the deaths of today. Jay has been a happy fellow for years, he always has my drink ready even before I come in.
Most of the customers feel that I don't belong at Jay's. They don't trust me one bit. But tonight none of that matters, tonight I'm drinking to my brother.
After my sixth whisky I don't even notice people anymore, until Jay calls out to me.
'They're killing him!' He cried out to me. 'They're killing Einar!'
Before I even ask who the hell Einar is I see him.
A bloody corpse being dragged behind a car, leaving a trail of red down Townstreet.
'This is how Mettowsky starts his reign?' Jay asks me, tears running down his face. 'This is how he plans to keep the mob down?!'
All I could do was watch.
[spoiler] Product Placement the paramedic has been lynched [/spoiler]
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