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Mafia Game Thread - Transmetropolitan
henri bemis:
Despite the government-imposed media shutdown, Mitchell Royce, chief editor at the Word (one of The City's major newspapers), has his employees scrambling to track down leads that could confirm the accusations in Spider's past columns (Did The Smiler really murder his wife and children, then make it look like an accident, in order to gain political sympathy? Did The Beast really shit himself when he met with Spider, and does he really like to fuck people in the gall bladder - or does he only kind of like it?) With solid proof, he might be able to find a cop decent enough to actually arrest the fuckers.
Alone in his office, he kicks his feet up on the desk and sighs, once again wondering if he's getting too old for this hard-hitting journalistic integrity shit. It's dangerous to publish columns calling two of the most powerful men in the City "vicious cunts," and without any new leads, there's nothing much he can do.
He pours himself a shot of whiskey. Just as he knocks his head back and swallows, he feels a cold, thin wire suddenly wrap around his throat from behind.
He hears a whisper in his ear - "Sorry, pal. Gotta send a message. You're in the communications business - I'm sure you understand."
He struggles, but it's no use. The whiskey warms his stomach, and his vision goes black as the wire tightens against his neck.
Method of Madness, an innocent newspaper editor, is dead. His intern finds his body the next day, and word quickly spreads to Spider's other associates.
Day 1
48 hours for everyone to vote
Loki:
Who will look after that child? The angels? God? Satan? Emptiness? No, emptiness, milord!
Lines:
What the fuck are you even talking about? Religion is dead, man. Believe me, tried it once. It ended badly...
(click to show/hide)I edited to fix a typo. It's fuck, not duck like my phone wanted to say.
J:
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cesium133:
Well... Tried telling you guys we couldn't trust those fuckers, but did anyone listen? No... I just got called an "activist" or a "terrorist" or some other shit. You all were too busy licking your buttholes to do anything. Now an innocent newspaper editor is dead. Fucking pieces of shit.
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