Since we have trouble keeping up with games. I decided to release all narratives for games from now on.
Attention
They walked into the bar. The cigar smoke still strong and the smell of cheap booze hung heavy in the air. The two junior members walked in first making sure it was safe. Following them was the mad bomber playing with his toys. Lastly the Goon and the Don entered. The Don pointed at a place for the Goon to stand, and with a grunt the Goon obeyed. The Don walked over to the corner both saw it was occupied and set down. Across from him was an old man wearing a nice suit. Almost as nice as the Donâs.
âSo,â spoke the Don, âyou have it I presume?â
The old man looked at the Don and pointed towards the case before him, âYou know the price, one life!â Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen the man placed them before the Don. âSign please.â
The Don wrote on the paper and slide it back across the table. Grabbing the case the Don opened it to find a small box.
The old man smiled, âIt belonged to a young woman, named Pandora.â
The Don Smiled, âI know, it was well worth the trade.â Then the Don opened the box.
Outside the bright sunny day turned to night.
In another part of town the rest of the citizens were gathered inside town hall. They had spent the day trying to elect a new mayor. Crocty was in the lead at this point and everything had been going fine. Then a shadow started falling on the crowd. They turned and saw that the sun was going down, that ahead of schedule the night had arrived. It seem though that Crocty had won the election by a technicality as the first day was now over. As the citizens walked outside to see what had happen the felt a cold wind begin to blow. From the dark sky above snow begun to fall, it seem that winter had come to the town.
Day One is Over
Crocty is now Mayor!
Night One Has Begun!