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Corrupt Mafia (Alien Victory)
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Re: Corrupt Mafia (Day 3.14159)
well i mean if you're such a bastard of a gm not even your own parents love you
well i mean if you're such a bastard of a gm not even your own parents love you
θRe: Corrupt Mafia (Day 3.14159)
how do you expect me to provide evidence of my innocence
why are you asking me to provide evidence when you haven't provided evidence of your claims either
you know what i don't even care anymore, i'd like to defend my position but that's not exactly possible when you expect proof that i can't provide. may as well go out with a BANG huh???? POLYMETRIC SESQUIALTERA
how do you expect me to provide evidence of my innocence
why are you asking me to provide evidence when you haven't provided evidence of your claims either
you know what i don't even care anymore, i'd like to defend my position but that's not exactly possible when you expect proof that i can't provide. may as well go out with a BANG huh???? POLYMETRIC SESQUIALTERA
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Re: Corrupt Mafia (Day 3.14159)
“Well, now that you’ve had some time to think over it, who will be the next victim tonight?” the GM questioned.
The crowd threw forward the well-dressed man whom they had lynched on day one. His clothes were torn, and his skin still a little charred, but he was very much alive. “Please, I beg of you!” The man pleaded, this time making eye contact with the Game Master before him.
“Well, fancy that! Déjà vu all over again!” the GM exclaimed “Pfff… save your tongue.” The GM reached for the button by his left again, and savored the look of terror in the young man’s face as his finger hovered over the button. “You, sir, are the weakest link. GOODBYE.”
The GM slammed his fist hard against the button.
The whole crowd stared in shock as… nothing happened. The GM, looking perplexed, punched the button several more times, anticipating a response. “I swear, I checked the circuits this morning. There must be something wrong with the current.”
“Oh no, there’s nothing wrong with it.” The man’s eyes began to glow a magnificent red. “I just… had to absorb it.”
The whole building began to shake, and its inhabitants screamed as they felt it being ripped from its foundation and flying skyward. “You are all coming to my home planet. Consider yourselves lucky to have been chosen for this special privilege.” the accused began to laugh “This game you humans call ‘mafia’, we have it on our own planet. And we have the resources to keep you alive just so we can watch you pathetic homo sapiens play it out for the rest of eternity.”
“And you, orphan!” the man pointed towards the GM, who was still frantically tapping at the button to his side, “You’re wanted for human rights violations in all 63 states. Don’t think you can escape this either…”
The alien adjusted his glasses as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his shirt pocket. “And now, I have prepared for you a little poem…”
“Well, now that you’ve had some time to think over it, who will be the next victim tonight?” the GM questioned.
The crowd threw forward the well-dressed man whom they had lynched on day one. His clothes were torn, and his skin still a little charred, but he was very much alive. “Please, I beg of you!” The man pleaded, this time making eye contact with the Game Master before him.
“Well, fancy that! Déjà vu all over again!” the GM exclaimed “Pfff… save your tongue.” The GM reached for the button by his left again, and savored the look of terror in the young man’s face as his finger hovered over the button. “You, sir, are the weakest link. GOODBYE.”
The GM slammed his fist hard against the button.
The whole crowd stared in shock as… nothing happened. The GM, looking perplexed, punched the button several more times, anticipating a response. “I swear, I checked the circuits this morning. There must be something wrong with the current.”
“Oh no, there’s nothing wrong with it.” The man’s eyes began to glow a magnificent red. “I just… had to absorb it.”
The whole building began to shake, and its inhabitants screamed as they felt it being ripped from its foundation and flying skyward. “You are all coming to my home planet. Consider yourselves lucky to have been chosen for this special privilege.” the accused began to laugh “This game you humans call ‘mafia’, we have it on our own planet. And we have the resources to keep you alive just so we can watch you pathetic homo sapiens play it out for the rest of eternity.”
“And you, orphan!” the man pointed towards the GM, who was still frantically tapping at the button to his side, “You’re wanted for human rights violations in all 63 states. Don’t think you can escape this either…”
The alien adjusted his glasses as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his shirt pocket. “And now, I have prepared for you a little poem…”
There once was a man named yiran
Who had a quite short life span
He rose from the dead
Chose living instead
We were all part of his master plan!
Who had a quite short life span
He rose from the dead
Chose living instead
We were all part of his master plan!
yiran wins. He was alien.