Thread "Mafia XXVIII: Mafia NOIR - Sign up thread" in forum "Comic Talk and General Discussion *"

Posted at 6:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Well well well. If it isn't my greatest nemesis (on the sane side of things)!

But how could someone who so devotedly improves upon your avatars be your nemesis? Behold!

Not only did I purposely seek out French script for that bubble, I even went so far as to replace that unsightly gun with a nonthreatening wedge of photorealistic Brie*! Could this BE more French?

this is as noir as it's going to get.

Hm, Lord Salsa could also be more French. Hail, Lord Salsa.

*which you are burning with your cigarette apparently

Posted at 6:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Behold!

Not only did I purposely seek out French script for that bubble, I even went so far as to replace that unsightly gun with a nonthreatening wedge of photorealistic Brie*! Could this BE more French?

Posted at 6:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Damn you f5 button! I haven't done any work at all.

Posted at 7:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Meh my avatar sucks. -_-

Posted at 7:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Sign me up, mac. I want in on this game, see? nya!

-turns around, slaps passing woman-

OMFG!!! *Running tackle hug*

Posted at 7:05PM, May. 17, 2010

Sign me up.

Posted at 8:05PM, May. 17, 2010

My avi is lame…T.T

Anyone care to make a better one for me? And why is there an armadillo eating my teapot.
Someone make me an avi as well. I am one lazy _________

Posted at 12:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Whatz up? Guess I'm up for a game. Sign me up plz.

Posted at 12:05AM, May. 18, 2010

*pops in out of nowhere*

Well well, the ochi has returned. You know, I had only played for a little bit before you left, so I really don't remember you. :p You remember me? I might have been InuYasha_Rules at the time.

Posted at 1:05AM, May. 18, 2010

count me…

…

oohh the suspense…

IN

Posted at 2:05AM, May. 18, 2010

As I made my way to my office I couldn't help but notice an increase in people on the streets. Something which, in Townstreet, is never a good sign. Some of the people I knew, had lived my whole life with here in this god forsaken place. Others I had never seen in my life. The street was once again bustling with life.

That could only mean one thing:
The Mafia were coming back.
In a week.

Posted at 3:05AM, May. 18, 2010

"Hey Johnny, you gots a bagel for me?"
"Yeah, lemme guess, lightly toasted, cream cheese, and smoked loxs, am I right?"
"Yep, you always get my order right Johnny. I tried that butcher across the street for some bagels, and all he gave me was some suspicious meats…"
"You gonna,'clean up' his biz?"
"Maybe, I got lots on mine mind right now. I should probably contact the others, notify them bout the surge in population"

I then sit down with my bagels, and bite into one, savoring the deliciousness. A kid walks up to me and asks,"HEy there mister, are you jewish?"
"Uh, yes, but why are you asking?"
"Cuz you got lox onyour bagel!"
"Oh, a jew joke, haha. Try anything else mister funny man, and that Lollypop of yours is going on the roof of the Town Hall, gots it?"
As the child run away, clutching his lollipop as to protect its sticky, tasty wonders, i smile.

Posted at 4:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Same lit a cigarette and leaned up against his desk.
He looked out of the window. People where gathering.
He spoke quietly under his breath.

"Faggits"

Posted at 4:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Jninja sat in his chair smiling. The fan spun drunkenly above him.
"light weight" he said to no one in particular. He picked up his arack and drank a shot. It was bitter, like black licorice. He smiled as the warm feeling kicked in. He picked up his gun and finally approached his unwilling guest.
"Shoulda just told me. I coulda saved time and shot ya hours ago." Jninja raised the gun to the man's head, "See ya!" Jninja left the room as the body slid off the wall leaving a red smear on its way down.

Posted at 5:05AM, May. 18, 2010

interrupting these narratives to say I will have a cool noir avatar.

Posted at 5:05AM, May. 18, 2010

My avi is lame…T.T

Anyone care to make a better one for me? And why is there an armadillo eating my teapot.

TFGM leaned back in his chair. It was comfy, comfy like the clouds his house was built on. He looked down upon the town from his white fluffy office. He turned on his moniters. He had installed secret camras all over town. He watched the citizens act like detectives from those old black and white movies. "Wierdos" he said with a grin as he bite into a cookie he had gotten from a local broad.

Posted at 5:05AM, May. 18, 2010

The store was all but empty. A heavy rain poured outside, and most everyone had opted to stay home. Most everyone. The front of the store was manned by a skeleton crew. The back room had but two people, both of them on the clock.

"It's happening again," the woman said, her face shrouded through a funeral veil, her form neatly posted into a chair before the desk. "I know what you're planning."

"And?" Hakoshen replied, leaning against the wall, regarding her. "I've got a job to do. I swore I'd carry it out, and I'm a man of my word."

"No one's making you do this." she replied. "Do you think it's going to make any difference? Do you think that any number of people you kill will change anything?" she replied, tears welling in her eyes. To him, they were just two more drops of rain.

"What do you think, Triella?" Hakoshen asked of another in the room. Triella said nothing, sitting, cold and unexpressive, but she looked ready. She was a forty caliber dame with a heart of steel and plastic composite. "That's what I thought." He mouthed, and then lit a crumpled cigarette. "Why did you come here?"

"To try to talk some sense into you. But I was a fool."

He jerked his head at the door, and his guest stood and left. He watched her go, then his eyes returned to where she had sat moments before, where a white handkerchief lay; the only moniker of peace and civility left in his world. He slipped Triella into one hand and the kerchief in the other, looking at them both. In the end, the one thing he left in that back room was his sense of peace and civility. The game was afoot.

Posted at 7:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Jninja took a long swig from a bottle of whiskey. It's just another day. He sighed as he began to drag the sack further. It left a red smear of a trail behind itself. "Look's like Mett'll have a mess to clean up when he crawls outta his metal hole." Jninja chuckled when he thought of Mettaur whining about having to clean every time negotiations fail. Jninja took another long swig and began to drag again. Gullas may pay up well for this. The door creaked loudly as it opened, protesting its very purpose. Mettaur stood in the door way staring at Jninja. He looked shocked. Jninja just smiled at him, "Another day at Jninja's Loot 'n Hooch"

Posted at 8:05AM, May. 18, 2010

You guys know that all the locations will be noir-ified too right?

Posted at 8:05AM, May. 18, 2010

and my avatar support Harkovast!

Then shouldn't you in theory, have to say the teapot sentence, every time that you post with that avi?

Posted at 8:05AM, May. 18, 2010

"How do you noir a library? …Or a mustache shop for that matter?" Niccea said as she began to pry boards off a long abandoned store called "Ms. Ochi's."

Posted at 9:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Moreover, how can you noirrify a Gamestop? That place is a technicolor madhouse!

Posted at 9:05AM, May. 18, 2010

and my avatar support Harkovast!
Then shouldn't you in theory, have to say the teapot sentence, every time that you post with that avi?

Harkovast doesn't count as advertisement, it's harkotisement!

"How do you noir a library? …Or a mustache shop for that matter?" Niccea said as she began to pry boards off a long abandoned store called "Ms. Ochi's."

I'll be able to do it, just you wait.

Alright I like this avatar much better.

Me too!

Posted at 10:05AM, May. 18, 2010

Alright I like this avatar alot more.

Zeph sits on a stool in the local bar, underaged he can't really drink anything, but he spins on the stool none the less, the bartender stairs at him funny, Zeph stairs at the bar tender with a blank stare. "Kid what are you doing in here?" the bartender asks gruffly, Zeph scratches his chin. "Good question." he responds, his candy ciggerette bouncing in his mouth. "That would be because I got kicked out of Niccea's library."
"Any reason?" the bar tender asked, a snarl in his tone, Zeph didn't seem to notice it, he span on the stool in thought for a moment before responding. "I think it was something about me trying to replace some of the books with playboy magazines."
"I see, don't libraries have those anyway?"
"Well you see it was childrens books."
"You're a sick man."
"I THOUGHT IT WAS A FUNNY GAG!"
"You don't do that!"
"Well fine! I know that now! Geezus, you're acting like I just tried to kill Barney."
"Nobody cares if you kill Barney."
"OH good, then you won't yell at me when you go to throw out the trash."
"He's in the dumpster isn't he…"
"Yep."
The bartender rubs his temples staring at Zeph, who adjusts his fedora and spins some more.
"You're the worst noir character there is…" the bartender growled, Zeph tilted his head.
"Bull. I murder peple, I commit Crimes, and then I cover it up with newspapers. Kinda like when a dog takes a pee."
"…"
"You're the worst bartender I ever met, letting a 19 year old into the bar unaccompanied by 21 or-"
Zeph found his ass thrown out faster than he could finish that sentance.

Posted at 10:05AM, May. 18, 2010

TJ sat in his smoke filled office. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before some dame burst through that door and ruined his tranquil evenings. Or that damned phone and its horrid ring. He kicked his feet up on his desk and stuck in his last cigarrete. As he flicked his match against the side of his desk, perfectly on cue, a visitor burst through his door.

TJ lit up his cig and pulled down his fedora. "I'll take the case," he said in his suavest voice.