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Re: [mini Phalla] Mafia Phalla: Village (Mafia) Victory!
See all the standard phalla rules? They apply here. You must post at least twice a day, one needs to contain a vote in bold red. Sign-up in bold lime.
The theme for this game centers around organized crime from various different areas and time periods of the US.
This phalla is for 25 players. Signups will be open until Monday around noon PST. This will be a very vanilla Phalla. Vote close will happen at 12pm PST. Be aware that this will happen while I am at work and some stuff may not be accessible by me, so that time can be subject to change.
The tone was grim around the club lately; several of the regulars hadn't been comin' around like they normally would. Now, in this type of world, that kind of stuff happens regularly. The problem is, normally somebody is bragging how they knee-capped this goombah before they buried him in a grave he dug on his own or how they tossed him into the drink with his head stickin' out the top of a barrel. But these guys, mostly enforcers and the like, nobody knows where they were or who dun it.
The boss had called a meeting with all his capos, figuring one of the lousy scumbags was trying to put a move on another crew. Everybody swore up and down they had no idea. Even the rattiest of 'em checked out okay. Really, why wouldn't they be content? The boss doesn't interfere much, he gives em freedom to operate.
"God-damn Frankie, keep your hands to yourself", some sweet little canary yells from the dressing room. "We're done I toldja, so get out before I call your pop in here and tell him what you're doin'!"
"Relax baby, relax."
Frankie strolls over and takes a seat at the table with the others. What a shit-head this kid is; thinks because he's the bosses runt he can do as he pleases. He don't know a thing about-
"Where is he? Where's the Don? He calls us all here and don't even bother showin' up?" one guy hollers from the end of the table.
"He'll be right in," I say with a smirk. These guys had no idea...
The Don crashes down from the rafters right on top of the table. Well, whatever was left of him did at least. Blood splattered across the attendees fancy-assed suits and they all jumped up from the table. Confused cries echoed out, as a woman's voice echoes on the loudspeaker.
"You sons-of-dogs been runnin' this town too long. We ain't gonna' take it anymore. This is your one and only chance to scram, or we start weedin'!"
Frankie speaks up first, "Like hell lady, do you know who you're fuckin' with?" This statement pleases me greatly. I draw a tommy gun from under my coat, several others do the same. Guns aren't allowed in this room, ever. The thunderous roar of gunfire fills the room as bodies drop like the flies they are. When the shooting stops (not after several magazines of ammunition are happily expended) silence floods the room.
Cut by the whimper of a young woman, I rush over and kick in the door of the dressing room and drag her into the light. "Run along and tell 'em what you saw. We're takin' our town back. Anybody who wants to leave can do so peacefully. But...I hope they stay..."
Day 1 starts now and ends tomorrow at 12pm PST.
Role PMs are on their way.
Day 0 dead: The Don - butchered Frankie - perforated
Posts
1. Dunadan019 - beaten at his own game
2. SeGaTai - tied
3. Ringo - shot
4. 3clipse - pro'd, hosed
5. CaptainPlanet82 - popular
6. Kellie - popular
7. Extermatott - pro'd
8. Nodgarb - pro'd
9. Alt_Raven - toast
10. sterling3763 - survived
11. The Anonymous - fried
12. Mordroth - drug'd
13. Spoit - Sst. Sst.
14. Matev - popular
15. tayh2o9 - toast
16. Sir Fabulous - swirlied
17. Raakam - staked
18. schuss - nailed, pro'd
19. Phyphor - popular
20. Wildcat - shot
Narrations:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Epilogue
Switch Friend Code: SW-1406-1275-7906
well okay
“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.” - Mark Twain
I actually blame Spoit
you do know that the only person whose been day 1'd more than me and still plays is probably Kime right?
not going to be phallaing for a while
I am new to this, just trying it out. Don't hate me please
Rule #1, always trust Extermatott.
And Exty? Are you really doing that overdone thing? Kime's gonna find you.
Switch Friend Code: SW-1406-1275-7906
they don't it be like it is but it do
Please fill my game so I don't have to get all silly and re-balance it.
Can I apply for the "Unkillable blood god" role? Is that in vanilla?
so maybe?
*What's the last game you put together, Reg?
!He pulls out a knife, you pull out a Vlad. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to Wangshire. That's the Phalla way!
wildcat
It's because he is my friend and friends always trust eachother.
Last one was Dragon Age mini done with Egos.
That was not vanilla, this one definitively is.
The feeling's mutual
Aw, shucks.
Rebalancing for 20 players.
Narration and PMs incoming soonish.
The boss had called a meeting with all his capos, figuring one of the lousy scumbags was trying to put a move on another crew. Everybody swore up and down they had no idea. Even the rattiest of 'em checked out okay. Really, why wouldn't they be content? The boss doesn't interfere much, he gives em freedom to operate.
"God-damn Frankie, keep your hands to yourself", some sweet little canary yells from the dressing room. "We're done I toldja, so get out before I call your pop in here and tell him what you're doin'!"
"Relax baby, relax."
Frankie strolls over and takes a seat at the table with the others. What a shit-head this kid is; thinks because he's the bosses runt he can do as he pleases. He don't know a thing about-
"Where is he? Where's the Don? He calls us all here and don't even bother showin' up?" one guy hollers from the end of the table.
"He'll be right in," I say with a smirk. These guys had no idea...
The Don crashes down from the rafters right on top of the table. Well, whatever was left of him did at least. Blood splattered across the attendees fancy-assed suits and they all jumped up from the table. Confused cries echoed out, as a woman's voice echoes on the loudspeaker.
"You sons-of-dogs been runnin' this town too long. We ain't gonna' take it anymore. This is your one and only chance to scram, or we start weedin'!"
Frankie speaks up first, "Like hell lady, do you know who you're fuckin' with?" This statement pleases me greatly. I draw a tommy gun from under my coat, several others do the same. Guns aren't allowed in this room, ever. The thunderous roar of gunfire fills the room as bodies drop like the flies they are. When the shooting stops (not after several magazines of ammunition are happily expended) silence floods the room.
Cut by the whimper of a young woman, I rush over and kick in the door of the dressing room and drag her into the light. "Run along and tell 'em what you saw. We're takin' our town back. Anybody who wants to leave can do so peacefully. But...I hope they stay..."
Day 1 starts now and ends tomorrow at 12pm PST.
Role PMs are on their way.
Day 0 dead:
The Don - butchered
Frankie - perforated