Apparently batman is so explicit it needs a warning sign.hmm. Rokulily is mos def the batman.No, this is Mos Def the Batman.
EDIT: As you can see, I have labeled it for purposes of disambiguation
Start publishing on
DD Comics!
Advertise with us
MAFIA... and other forum games
Mafia XXVIII: Mafia NOIR
I wasn't entirely serious about naming you "the Target" PP, I do remember the unkillable fiasco. I just needed something extra to say; sorry if it seems I'm picking on you as of late.
But man. Remember in the days when we used to say "I'll bet my life X person is Y" I don't remember many people dying because of that, but yeah, we used to be ready to kill people for making mistakes.
Oh, here's a song not related to anything.
Since I am probably going to die soon, I might as well introduce a new patron to the bar, to keep the cash flow steady for my dependable, old buddy Ninja. Ninja Shadow ma old buddy, here he is, one of the biggest alcoholics I have ever known. Besides you of course, but drinking 18 beers wasn't enough for him, he had to eat the box the bottles were kept in too! May I introduce, the true and real life, Capitalist Cat!
But around these parts we just call him Tabby. But he always is cheating me of money, soooo, new nick-name!
As I watched the man in the nice zoot suit, I noticed that his tank was running rough. I turned away and went about my business. Telling sword-wielding, tank-riding maniacs that the need a tuneup is bad for your health. I went in to the bar to pursue the much healthier hobby of drinking my anxiety under the table.
(that made my day.)
As I watched the man in the nice zoot suit, I noticed that his tank was running rough. I turned away and went about my business. Telling sword-wielding, tank-riding maniacs that the need a tuneup is bad for your health. I went in to the bar to pursue the much healthier hobby of drinking my anxiety under the table.
(that made my day.)
Glad it did.
A small girl sheepishly emerges from her house. The rain is coming down hard, but it does not wipe away the blood of an innocent paramedic. This town was hit, and it was hit HARD. One less paramedic means many more deaths at Jay's speak easy. Almost sad that I mention that mere moments before I walked in to drink myself into a stupor. I do hope he still has enough liqueur left for a round of martinis.
I sat at the circulation desk waiting for sun to rise. My feet were unprofessionally propped up on the desk. It didn't bother me much. The library had a habit of not opening for a few hours after sunrise. As soon as bodies and crime scenes were mulled over I would actually get to work. Of course, I have to close the library a little before sunset to see the accused swing. I pulled my hat down on my forehead. Today will be a long day.
Townstreet, Dusk, 1945.
I just left, nothing I could have said would have eased the crowd, nothing would have eased my own mind either. It's not like it's the first time something like this had happened, back when the mob first arrived people died too. In ways that were even more horrible.
For a while my mind just wandered, I thought about the best course of action, the best way to gather information. Of course I knew the answer, of course I had to go to the Firefly bar. The home of the Firefly Mafia. I had to ask the Don himself, ask him about my brothers murder.
As I went into the bar I saw the regular crowd hanging there, there were some lawyers and judges. Hookers and golddiggers, criminals and regular folk, all on the payroll. Before I reached the office I was stopped by a goon, escorted by the most beautiful girl in the town. She wore a red dress, a split running up to her waist, revealing black fishnet stockings.
My kind of girl.
'Mister doesn't want to see you today. He told me he'd left you a message already.' She told me, with a quick little jump she stood in front of me, pressing her body up to my drenched coat.
'Go.'
was the only thing she said as she pressed her hidden stilletto knife to my throat. From the office window I could see the Godfather laughing.
Back in my car I tried to make sense of the mysterious blonde, her long legs imprinted in my brain, still the after image danced over my eyes. I drove, the water crashing from the Phantom III beneath my feet. In little time I arrived at my office, also my apartment. I opened my mail and read some of the letters. Some were relatives, trying to keep in touch, some were relatives trying to console me. I threw them all out, none of the letters meant anything to me.
Outside I heard some noise, still the city kept on going. Looking from my window I could see two men standing in an alley, arguing. As the oldest looking of the two, a big man, walked away the second one, wearing all black, started laughing. In his hysterical laughing some words came floating up to my small room, bouncing around in my head.
'Demons' 'Spaghetti' 'Prophecy!'
None of it making much sense, and all of it somehow making perfect sense. I had a feeling I knew the man. Suddenly The weaker man started running after the bigger man, now at a distance they were no more than shadows to me, all I could see was the flicker of a knife, reflecting the glow coming the stars peering through the warm rain. The crazy man tried to kill the big man, that much I knew. And so I tried to get down as fast as I could.
As I arrived downstairs I could see a trail of blood, from the alley around the corner. The rain had almost washed away the blood but even in almost perfect darkness I knew where to look for. As I turned the corner I could see the small man running away, the big man and another still standing in the alley.
'He… He, tried to kill me!' The big guy said. 'Why did he try to kill me?!' The other man, wearing hospital clothing, answered. 'He's a madman, probably escaped from the madhouse.'
[spoiler]A murder attempt has been stopped[/spoiler]
After I checked to see if they were both allright I saw the wound the big man got, the left sleave of his coat covered in blood, but in no way lethal. The hospital employee asked the big man where he lived, and together they walked off, in the same direction the madman had gone. I looked around the alley for a couple of seconds. A big *BANG* disturbed me, coming from the big man's gun, still smoking. Another smoking hole was to be seen from the head of the man on the ground.
[spoiler]Anthony Mercer the Bodyguard is Dead[/spoiler]
The hospital employee and the big man just stood there, looking at the dead man at their feet. 'I thought it was him again!' The big man said. The other man nervously stroking his little beard.
Another *BANG* broke through the night, it's impact only seconds from the place the big man just stood. The hospital employee had saved the big man once more. Across the street a man walked away, dropping his gun to the floor. A hat dropping even more shadow to his face.
[spoiler]A murder attempt has been stopped[/spoiler]
I just went back to my house, too much had happened here tonight, let the cops sort the dead guy out. As I dropped onto my bed I found the one letter that actually mattered, the Godfather's message. a bloody envelope on my pillow. Another one of his sick jokes.
Dear Kroatz,
Doomed as the world on the day of the second coming, that's what this town is. Your mayor was, and is, an idiot and your down a doctor. Hope the other guys are good at embalming, We's gonna paint this town a nice shade of red and blam.
Yours sincerely,
The Godfather.
PS. Leave it all be.
NIGHT ONE HAS ENDED.
DAY TWO HAS BEGUN.
For the hat im saying salsa.
One of the problems with that is I'm no the only one wearing a hat. About half the players were wearing hats in their avies. Another one is the fact that this is a noir theme, noir has lots of guys in hats. The last problem is that I'm a townie. Even have mister detective check me out.
A sickly thin man in a trench coat stood outside in the rain. His best friend made it into office without his help, kutos, i guess. The man stood there talking to himself, something he did too often lately.
I suppose he doesn't owe me anything now. As for this new mayor, well, they're all the same. I don't agree with their polotics, well, thats if they have any. I just have to wait until the term is over, and then we get a new jack a$$.
The man read his morning paper. He didn't smoke, so putting his nose in a paper was the next best thing to noir, i supposse. The head line caught his attention.
So, it seems our new mayor must die.
The man couldn't help but smile to himself. Perhaps this mayors term would be significantly shorter than normal. 2 mayors dead in a week. Thats why he never wanted the position. Best to just keep to your own business round here. And if something just happened to happen in front of you, well, that would mean there would be others as well. Follow the majority, stay alive. Would he vote to lynch the new mayor? Maybe not. Enough ppl already wanted him impeached, why should he go through the trouble of casting a vote as well? He had more important things to work on, like playing wow.
Advertise with us
DDComics is community owned.
The following patrons help keep the lights on. You can support DDComics on Patreon.
- Banes
- JustNoPoint
- RMccool
- Abt_Nihil
- Gunwallace
- cresc
- PaulEberhardt
- Emma_Clare
- FunctionCreep
- SinJinsoku
- Smkinoshita
- jerrie
- Chickfighter
- Andreas_Helixfinger
- Tantz_Aerine
- Genejoke
- Davey Do
- Gullas
- Roma
- NanoCritters
- Teh Andeh
- Peipei
- Digital_Genesis
- Hushicho
- Palouka
- Cheeko
- Paneltastic
- L.C.Stein
- Zombienomicon
- Dpat57
- Bravo1102
- TheJagged
- LoliGen
- OrcGirl
- Fallopiancrusader
- Arborcides
- ChipperChartreuse
- Mogtrost
- InkyMoondrop
- jgib99
- Call me tom
- OrGiveMeDeath_Ind
- Mks_monsters
- GregJ
- HawkandFloAdventures
- Soushiyo