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| Lord Jim | Mar 23 2007, 07:57:56 PM Post #1 |
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First Mafia epic by Jeff. For those who missed it at LotS. Day 1 Has Dawned In the town of LotS, a suburb of Invision City, all was quiet. As the sun balanced on the horizon, falling ever so slowly while a woman attentively something watched from her car. Mesmerized, she said "What a beautiful sunset! I've never seen it paint the fountain red... no red... is too simple a color to describe this. A better word would be..." Before she could say it, she saw a limp human form, obscured by the sunset, in the town's water fountain. "...crimson." She finished her sentence. But now she knew the color was not from the sun. It was the blood of a man she knew well. Jeff is now dead. (But you already knew that) She screamed. And screamed. Until the entire population of the city (about 400) was crowded around the fountain. It was then that someone else noticed letters eteched into the stone of the fountain: "This town now belongs to the mafia. You can get out, or die one by one." At that point people began to flee, leaving only 26 people at the fountain (One was the coroner). The coroner told the people that Jeff had died of a brain injury caused by a powerful blow to the back of the head, and that he had been dead for a few hours. This had caused all the water to be stained blood red. "Well I'm not gonna take this! We need to get together and lynch these mafia bastards out of our town! I say we meet here every day at this time, and kill someone by majority vote!" Said the coroner. Everyone agreed. The coroner then fled to his panic room, never to vote in the lynchings. And so began the battle between the Mafia and the citizens in the town of LotS. The Sun Sets on Day 1. Night 1 has begun. And after a long wait... Day 2 has dawned The citizens awoke to the sound of silence. No gunfire, screaming, or anything. Just an eery silence... until... EEEEEEEEEEKKKK! It was a young girl screaming... Anika had found Squid's corpse, smoldering but quite obviously dead. It was not clear how the fire started, but it was obvious that he had burned to death. Oh his body, they found nothing. He was just a regular citizen. The people mourned, until they saw another gruesome sight: Swordmaster_2000's throat had been slashed, and his bedroom was covered in blood. It was so obvious that the group noticed it from the street. Upon inspection of the corpse, they found out SM_2K was a private investigator. He barely had any time to work on leads, but his hand written notes said this: "Followed the mark around for 6 hours last night. He visited a pizzaeria and walked out with a suitcase. He did the same for a laundry service and a bakery, then dropped the cash into an account at the bank. I snooped around, and found that he'd put it into the account of a group named 'NT. Flako Simulations.' Obviously a front. I couldn't get a real name, but this guy obviously is in the mafia and isn't a higher up. From the way he did things and how his bosses treated him, he's obviously a bit thick-headed. His bosses also called him 'Il Cranio.'" Squid is now dead. The Detective is now dead. After one member of the crowd yelled at the others about the true nature of the fallen detective's notes, the citizens rallied behind him. One by one, the people turned against Skull, citing it as the best lead. When the dealing was done, the people found Skull sitting in his living room, the lights off. As the mob came in, he simply laughed, and said "Took ya long enough, you morons." With that insult, the angry mob fell upon him. Before long, he had been beaten severely, and dragged into the town square. Thinking he was in the mafia, they drowned him in the same fountain where Jeff's corpse was found. After the mob killing, Skull's body was searched. The mob found a bloody blunt object, which seemed to match the wound in the back of Jeff's head. They also found a small book of notes, which read "I'm being followed.... I can feel it. I gotta take a different route and try to shake this guy. I can't have him finding the Godfather." The people read onward, and found a 'Contacts' section... The pages had been burnt out. Skull knew he was going to die... not that it was too hard, given the commotion outside. Skull, a mafia member, is dead. The sun sets on Day 2. Night 2 has begun. Caustiously optimistic about not all being killed overnight, the citizens slowly crawled out of their homes and into the street at dawn. The sun was not quite out yet, so no one found a corpse. Even as the sun clearly established itslef in the young day, people still could not find a body. Overjoyed, but anxious, people began to congregate in the cool shade of the Clocktower. "Hey, guys... do you smell something burning?" Asked a man's voice. *Sniff sniff* "Yeah... hey, and where is..." the man tried to say, but he was cut off by the sickening thud of a limp human body colliding with the bricks of the town square. "...Shrimp." The stunned man concluded his sentence, now knowing exactly where the man was. Shrimp is now dead. When the people examined his body, they found nothing of interest, aside from bite marks on the back of his neck from some kind of animal. But, Shrimp was just a regular citizen. "How the hell did he get up there!?" a distraught friend of shrimp's asked. The people checked the clock tower... and found burned rope and a magnifying glass. It was clear that Shrimp had somehow been killed by the wounds to his neck, and his corpse hung up so that the rope would not let his body fall until everyone was there to see it. Clearly, this mafia killer wanted attention, and went to great lengths to get it. "hay gais, wut's goin on is dis howse?" asked WHITE SPAMMERnachi's ghost (Odd, as he'd never died...). WHITE SPAMMERnachi was standing outside Baal's blood stained window. "Woo, Baal is dead! We might make it after all!" A few people, including Bugmeat, yelled. Upon investigation, Baal was revealed to be an innocent. The Vigilante had killed yet another citizen. "Well, we drink to his memory!" Baal is now dead "Hey... guys... what the fuck..." The coroner said, still back at the clock tower. "What?" Asked the group, still buzzed about Baal's "unfortunate" death. "I found... this at the crime scene." The coroner said, holding up... ...Skull's partially burnt out Notes & Contact book. "Let's get that guy who calls himslef Raptor!" Said Khairos. "Yeah, he's a douchebag! Let's whack him in the lambanza!" Said F3nr1L. So, with things going decidely *not* his way, Raptor's life seemed over. However, in a desparate attempt to see another sunset, Raptor ran out of the town square and made for the bridge. Most people would've jumped into the water... but everyone knows Raptors have a deal with the Sea Snakes: They terrorize the earth, the Snakeses get the water. It's been that way from the dawn of time, even when the rivers are long frozen over. Everyone knows that... But back to the story! Raptor scaled the metal of the bridge, finding himslef trapped between crazed villagers and a few hundred feet of air, followed by concrete. At this point, Raptor accepted his fate. F3nr1L lunged at him, trying to knock the doomed man off... But Raptor stepped back to the edge. For a moment, he looked into his two pursuers' eyes... he was devoid of emotion. And at that, Raptor stepped back once more, and fell. He made but a single sound, that ever pleasant sound of a human body colliding with concrete from a great fall. Oh yeah, and they checked his body. Nothing! You n00bs killed an innocent! Haha! The Sun sets on Day 3. Night 3 has begun. |
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| Lord Jim | Mar 23 2007, 07:58:17 PM Post #2 |
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There can be only one.
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The sun dawns on Day 4. The people of LotS awoke once again, hoping to find that maybe the mafia had killed the vigilante, as they would die more slowly that way. Instead, they awoke to find rnn2walls sitting in the town square. He was alive, but shaken. "Guys... somebody broke into my house last night... and he tried to kill me!" rnn shouted as the group approached. "But... before he did anything, someone shot at him, although they only hit the wall. The guy must've known something mroe than I did, because he just ran away! And before you ask, no, I did not get a good look at him," rnn explained. "I say we check his house!" "Yeah, 'e could be 'iding somethin!" "Fine, fine, go check," rnn said. The people found little, if anything, if rnn's house. Three bullet holes in the wall, a shattered window (which indicated the shooter was not in rnn's house). "Well that's just GREAT! We have nothing to go on!'" said Moonie. Everyone shared his sentiment. "Wait... look across the street..." said a gruff, but unidentifiable, voice. "The Vigilante!" Shouted several people in unison. In classic fashion, the people busted down the door to the house, and found F3nr1L, lying on his bed. Examining his head, they found a note that said "This is the part of us that hates." It was true: Further examination showed F3nr1L to be in the mafia: He had cotton balls in his mouth, The Godfather and The Godfather II (Along with several smashed copies of The Godfather III). And the "Mobster's Handbook" was a dead giveaway. "ZOMG TEH MAFIA IS DYING" Yelled some n00b. The people got quite drunk, safe in the knowledge that another mafia member was dead, and that their bodyguard was figuring things out. However... there was still the matter of the daily lynching. It had to happen if the mafia was ever to be eliminated. But for now, We Drink! F3nr1L is dead. rnn2walls has been spared. After a clueless night, where the citizens foolishly looked for evidence in a murder investigation where the victim was still alive, the people decided to lynch the ever quiet Clarke. They found him sleeping on his recliner, watching hentai. SEXY BEAST and Waddacku fought over the tape, while the people watched their latest target. No one seemed just ready to kill him, until Kyle and Jim lunged forth and held a pillow over Clarke's face, killing him. "There... it's done." The people looked around for evdience of mafiaship. They found a book entitled "How to NOT be in the mafia." Clarke is dead. Another citizen has died. Innocent blood (metaphorically) on their hands, the citizens retreated to their homes, frustrated with their futile kill. The sun sets on Day 4. It is now Night 4. Light dawns on Day 5. The restless citizens saw the moon more than their eyelids as they tried to get some sleep, wondering who the mafia would give the world's greatest sleeping aid. The sun rose from below the horizon, as did the citizens from beneath their sheets. Once again, the dwindling crowd drew together in the town square to find out whose next attendance would be not at the town square, but their own funeral. Among the missing were Jim and Bellomy. As per habit, they checked Bellmoy's house first. They found him stabbed to death on his dining room floor. The coroner found two wounds: One indicating a downward stab near his shoulder joint, and a fatal upward thrust into his lung. The shoulder wound showed some very minor healing, showing that Bellomy had lived for a while after being stabbed initially. There was blood consistent with a shoulder wound on Bellomy's imported Blackwood dining chair. There were also some scratches on Bellomy's hands and forearms, as well as part of a tooth embedded in his knuckle. Bellomy had obviously put up one hell of a fight. This was strange, because he was by no means a large or powerful person. However, when his attacker got the knife bteween his ribs, he died almost instantly. There were no signs of forced entry. This was also odd because no one liked Bellomy, so he wouldn't have been likely to let someone in. His attacker must have had some innate trustworthyness. Bellomy, a regular citizen, is now dead. No one was able to find anything that indicated that Bellomy was the surviving Vigilante or Bodyguard, so the citizens were relieved. They sought out Jim's house next, hoping for more good news. At Jim's house, they saw the vigilante's now signautre blood spattered bedroom window (LotS = Levittown, so all your houses are the same). They pushed his door open, finding it mysteriously unlocked. Upon Jim's body, they saw classic mafia gear: That 30s hat, a Thompson submachine gun, and "The Mafia For people of above average intelligence who post images at LotS a lot." They also found small, shredded fragments of a flimsy black material that could not be pieced back together. The people were pleased, another mafia member was dead. No one went to Bellomy's funeral, aside from Jim's casket. Bellomy's ghost possessed a computer and left several angry messages at LotS. Squid's ghost banned him again. LordJim, a mafia member, is dead. Ninjas. Thousands of 'em. So, after a long but fruitless debate, a group of people decided to lynch Anika. However, despite their override of the majority rule, the people still had enough dignity to not beat a 14 year old girl to death. Thinking of a way to put an end to her, a light suddenly shone above their heads. No, it wasn't a lightbulb. They looked up and saw something... It was... Lu Aza!? He swooped down from his glowing perch, and grabbed Anika. He said but three words: "DEUS EX MACINA!" And with that, they were gone in a flash of light. And hentai. The perverts thorough investigators "investigated" Anika's house. They found lots of "evidence" in her bedroom, including a Scroll of Truthiness +5. It read "Anika is in the mafia." Why they spent five hours searching her house after that, no one is quite sure. But, 35 seconds after they did find the scroll, there was a collective moan/sigh. And the Lord said "Let there be innuendo." And it was so. Anika, a mafia member, is as good as dead. Think Lu's a necro? Let's ask Ignis. The Sun dawns on Day 6. So, everyone was scared. I mean, wouldn't you be? People were being murdered! It was veyr scary. So scary that I'm setting it in a Dark, Stormy night morning. Anyway, the people woke up, and noticed Daloth and Mario were missing! Oh snoes! They found Mario had been Vigilante'd. He was a regular citizen. Daloth had been burnt to death. HE WAS THE BODYGUARD! OH SNOES! Mario123v2 is now dead. He was a regular citizen, unlike his fellow dead guy, Daloth the Bodyguard |
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| Lord Jim | Mar 23 2007, 07:59:00 PM Post #3 |
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There can be only one.
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So, over the groans of some VERY FUCKING RUDE zombies, the people managed to get enough votes together to lynch Spitfire. However, Spitfire was a cunnign one, he was. He started running (And not into walls!). The people gave chase, their nightsticks shaking in classic Benny Hill style. After sometime, the citizens caught Spitfire in the classic alleyway with a mysteriously high wall. "Any last words, Kyle?" asked rnn. "Yeah." Kyle replied. "how do i shot web?" he asked. rnn, ever the internet fad awareness beacon, answered. With a crowbar. To Spitfire's face. Upon searching his body, all they found was a book entitled "how to shot web." Disappointed, the citizens returned to the sqaure; Until... "Guys! He was in the mafia! Look!" someone shouted. They all noticed the book opened to a page. It read: 'To shot web, you need 474643 hours of training... It then broke off into Spitfire's handwriting: ...Why do I have to meet the Godfather at the aq--- After that, he must have been interrupted. It just broke off again. It was clearly Kyle's writing, as the ink was at least a few hours old. Spitfire, a mafioso, is dead. The Sun sets on Day 6. It is now Night 6. The sun rises on Day 7. The dwindling but hopeful population slept well, feeling that the mafia was no longer a great threat. Their numbers were so low that they wouldn't be able to do much, they thought. Their perceptions seemed to be confirmed by what they saw: No bodies anywhere. They were safe! However... no bodies was also chilling to some: Where was the Vigilante's kill? Could he have finally fallen? However, when the people reached the town square, they noticed something: Blood spatter all over the window of the second floor of the hentai shop: SEXY BEAST's house! They broke in, and went upstairs three hours later. They found SEXY BEAST had fallen at the hands of the Vigilante. The searched his store again, and then his room. In his draw, they found something that made them weep with joy: The Godfather's Mafia Ring. The Godfather, SEXY BEAST, is now dead. The people knew this was the end! They had won! No longer bitter and overcome with fear, and out of respect for the man SEXY BEAST was and for the dead, they held a funeral for him. The service went quite normally given the circumstances. The people all carried the coffin out to the graveyard behind the funeral home. All was going well: The Godfather was dead, and with him, the mafia... however, it began to rain. Some were discouraged by this, but others saw it as the washing away of sin. They carried SEXY BEAST's coffin to the very rear of the graveyard, wanting to bury this awful time once and for all. When they got to that lonely plot, the two men carrying the front of the coffin froze. SEXY BEAST's coffin hit the soft dirt with a sound that no one heard. Everyone could see why they had dropped it: There was already a grave stone there. It read as such: rnn2walls 10 May 1989 - 17 July 2006 The people were stunned. Some cried. Some started swearing in languages they didn't even know. One even fainted. The mafia was not gone. They had unleashed their most talented killer yet. The idea that this may be the final person in the mafia comforted no one. Hours later, the people decided to dig up rnn's body. His closest friends walked amongst the other graves, unwilling to watch. His body was transported to the coroner. The coroner came back with an "unknown" cause of death. He said rnn had no cuts. He had no diseases. His organs were in perfect shape. Whatever had killed him, the coroner couldn't find it. The people were now turly frightened. All they knew about the killer was that he knew more than them. So, yeah, the people who voted for Naggy mugged him, beat him to death, and searched his corpse. Finding nothing, they went home in disgust. Naglfar, a regular citizen, is now dead. The sun sets on Day 7. It is now Night The Sun dawns on Day 8. Once more, the citizens gathered to count, and maybe even find, the dead. The group seemed... thicker... than normal. But that was a very, very, very bad thing. Only one person had been killed. The people were frightened. They ran around town, searching for a blood spattered window. They found none. Some cried out that their Vigilante was dead. Other, more rational types figured he simply had not acted. In the senseless searches and arguing, nothing came up. No one figured out anything. They were nearly at each others' throats, when there was a loud crash. It came from the south, likely near the river. The crowd ran, hoping something horrible hadn't happened. When they got to lower bridge (Raptor jumped of the first one, this is another one), they noticed something very strange: A boat had smashed into one of the pillars. The people noticed a human form on the boat... they rushed towards it, hoping to salvage a botched kill. However, before they could get close to it, an explosion rocked the bridge, compromising it and spraying blood into the sky. Some people had to dragged away from the damaged section of the bridge before it collapsed by the more rational citizens. The digusted people returned to the town square, sick to their stomachs. But there was one final twist: Someone noticed a wallet on the town fountain. But, how long had it been there? Was the boat a distraction or a red herring? Whose wallet was it? They had so many questions, but only one answer. In the wallet, they found a note: I’ve been doing a lot of killing myself, and am only too aware that I could be next to go. In case of my untimely death, I would like the public to understand my actions. I don’t wish to be seen as a murderer, but rather as a utilitarian: I started my spree on a random attack, and unfortunately that did not end well for our detective. In my defense, you were all about to lynch Buggums until I stepped in, cracking SM’s code, and seeing to the death of a Mafia member- Skull. As for Baal… in my current state of mind I can’t honestly recall why Baal had to die. A theory that seemed possible at the time, only to prove not so. After the next bit of evidence, I figured that it must have been either Raptor or F3nr1L. When the innocent one died, I went hunting for the deserving blood. And I stained it all over F3nr1L’s house. After we removed Clarke from his unresponsive position, I scoured the past for some clue. The fire that killed Squid, started by an unknown arsonist? I thought it would be Mario, that pyro plumber, or Spitfire. Last time I had to choose between two, Raptor was lost, so this time I decided to put the matter off. Only a moron wouldn’t have understood SM’s notes… besides, how could the detective have been too obvious? Lame attempt at a coverup, Mi’ Lord. And so Jim tasted my blind wrath. That bastard SEXY BEAST hadn’t put forth a good effort to find the mafia. I was a little afraid that I had only killed a moron, until I saw his sigil. You can just imagine my sickened joy. With the Godfather’s blood all over my hands, I retreated to my home until the morning. Naglfar was innocent, an unfortunate turn for us all. We’re running low on our numbers, and I can just feel my own time pulling to a close. I will go with my own hunch tonight, and strike at Syntax. Could he be the one that knows more than us? If he is innocent, I don’t know what will happen. Perhaps they will go and lynch Waddacku, perhaps more evidence will come to light. Again, I can only hope that I will still be there to help. But that was not all: They also found Knarf's License to Kill. The people bemoaned his death, and swore revengeance. Moonie said "Oh, fuck this guy! He's just screwing with us! He thinks he's so damn smart!" The Vigilante, Knarf, is dead. Syntax grabbed a jagged piece of metal lying around from some event, and charged Waddacku, swinging from the hip. Waddacku leaned backwards, but Syntax was just a little bit shorter than Waddacku ((For the purposes of this)), and the pipe was just a little longer than Waddacku had thought. The jagged metal cut deeply enough into his thigh to knock him down to one knee. Syntax knew Waddacku was the master of cunning plans, so he jammed his weapon into the rear of Waddacku's other knee, making it unlikely that Waddacku would ever walk again. As Waddacku fell and then laid down, he said with as much force as he could muster "Took you idiots long enough!" With that, Syntax slammed his impromptu weapon into Waddacku's skull, killing him. The people found nothing on Waddacku, but were compelled by his comment. They searched more, hoping for some kind of weapon. Eventually, they decided to break into his house. At first, they found nothing out of the oridinary. Some spaghetti with Swedish meatballs lay on the counter, but other than that his house was spotless. They entered his study, sincerely hoping that they hadn't shot themselves in the foot yet again. Moonie pulled Waddacku's journal from the bookshelf, and read it aloud. "See, I told you! He was one of us!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Syntax. "Put it back and let's get out of here." Moonie returned the journal, shoving it in forcefully with satisfaction. For some reason, he heard a click. "Guys? Guys? Anyone else hear that?" Moonie queried. "It was nothing... Hey, I'm alone and Waddacku's a educational TV freak..." Moonie thought aloud. He turned back towards the bookshelf... ...To find it missing, revealing a stone walled chamber. "GUYS! COME QUICK!" Moonie yelled. The group returned, and found themselves waist deep in a cliche. The searched the addition, and found a piece of old paper that would qualify as a quest item in most RPGs. It was a list of the mafia members sent out by SEXY BEAST! Waddacku was the first name on the list. The rest were dead. Waddacku, the Final Mafia Member, is dead! THE CITIZENS WIN! HOORAY |
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| Abyssal_Shrimp | Mar 23 2007, 08:15:06 PM Post #4 |
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GREGOR SMASH!
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Holy crap, that's way back then, when Syntax actually posted from time to time! >_> |
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| Snoop Lion | Mar 23 2007, 08:27:22 PM Post #5 |
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Moonies
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Yay! The game where I actually lived to the end! |
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| Stone Kirby | Mar 24 2007, 02:36:56 AM Post #6 |
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¢¾¢Ü!?
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The game...That Magus missed because he was...I don't remember where I was, actually. >_> |
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| Perfectio | Mar 24 2007, 08:43:25 AM Post #7 |
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Despair
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My, those zombies are fucking rude, aren't they? |
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| Itachi | Mar 24 2007, 09:16:55 AM Post #8 |
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Cool like a breeze
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I didn't play in that game either.... |
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| Perfectio | Mar 24 2007, 11:23:18 AM Post #9 |
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Despair
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I played for about 10 seconds because KNARF FUCKING KNIFED THE DETECTIVE ON THE FIRST NIGHT. |
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| Lord Jim | Mar 24 2007, 11:25:27 AM Post #10 |
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There can be only one.
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Karf really dominated the pace of the game. |
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