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Mafia Game Thread: Now Ends the Age of Man
Schmee:
Elliot glanced over his shoulder as he entered his house, twenty minutes after his shift at the Secret Bakery ended. Nobody was about. The door closed behind him, and he collapsed onto a sofa (carefully; he'd broken a cheap sofa by falling onto it only a few months ago), kicked off his shoes (again carefully), and dozed for a good twenty minutes.
Outside, something moved in the shadows...
Thrillho:
FUCK IT'S QUIETER THAN A NUN MASTURBATING IN A GRAVEYARD ROUND HERE AT NIGHT
YOU FUCKERS ARE BORING
Method of Madness:
Broseph walked in the door of his dorm, puts down his makeshift EMP and eats some ramen, once again being thankful for the massive stockpile he'd amassed while working on his dissertation. Of course, realizing again he might never finish his doctorate took away any brief joy. At least his two best friends were safe...somewhere. He puts aside the empty wrapper and went to sleep, but not before uttering a short prayer.
"Bros, bros, bros."
Thrillho:
JESUS CHRIST THERE MUST BE ENOUGH FAT IN THAT GUY'S VEINS TO DEEP FRY A WALRUS
cesium133:
--- Quote from: Gareth on 27 Jan 2014, 05:59 ---JESUS CHRIST THERE MUST BE ENOUGH FAT IN THAT GUY'S VEINS TO DEEP FRY A WALRUS
--- End quote ---
I knew you were up to the task of being Yelling Bird. :-D
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