[Anomandaris]

Why aren't people going stabby-stab in the faces with the soldering iron? It didn't put the lotion on its skin for this.

[Anomandaris]

One might think that Emur would be dead now if Kas and Game were lying...

[Anomandaris]

Boring thread has now become boring. I'm going to go have some breakfast.

[Path-Shaper]

Anomandaris, on 29 September 2009 - 08:53 PM, said:

Boring thread has now become boring. I'm going to go have some breakfast.

it's night enjoy breakfast. Bacon?

[Mockra]

props for pulling an all-nighter for mafias, Ano.

[Path-Shaper]

Mockra, on 29 September 2009 - 08:55 PM, said:

props for pulling an all-nighter for mafias, Ano.

awesome indeed

[Gamelon]

Anomandaris, on 29 September 2009 - 08:53 PM, said:

Boring thread has now become boring. I'm going to go have some breakfast.

get some sleep then you mad man.

[Anomandaris]

Path-Shaper, on 29 September 2009 - 08:55 PM, said:

Anomandaris, on 29 September 2009 - 08:53 PM, said:

Boring thread has now become boring. I'm going to go have some breakfast.

it's night enjoy breakfast. Bacon?

You know it, P-S. She's sizzling in all her greasy glory as we type.

@Mockra, cheers. It's easy with such friendly and trusting mafiosi

[Anomandaris]

Gamelon, on 29 September 2009 - 08:58 PM, said:

Anomandaris, on 29 September 2009 - 08:53 PM, said:

Boring thread has now become boring. I'm going to go have some breakfast.

get some sleep then you mad man.

Much as I would like to be an advertising executive, the construction crews have started in the school next to me, so alas, no rest for the innocent.

[Emurlahn]

Right Gamelon I trust my team, I know Kaschan is legit. Ruse hasn't said anything about him and omtose being lovers which suggest it true.

Omtose and Kaschan trust you.

Which leaves Mockra, Barghast and Galain. If my memory serves me right.

[Gamelon]

well bargie has been wildly inconsistent, but i am not sure whats up with that. he is a brit though, he tried to kill me on night 1 but apart from that. i think galain and mockra must go first. if its still going bargie. i will investigate him tomorrow night.

[Galain]

yawn.

[Path-Shaper]

I'll be going to bed a bit earlier than the past days. 45 min and I'm gone.

[Ruse]

OK, I'm back. So who were the Americanos trying to kill?

[Gamelon]

no idea, think we must be waiting for omtose or someone

[Omtose]

im now wondering who the americans tried to kill. right now im damn near certain Galain is scum as if he was inno his kill would be a one shot, which it isnt. Mockra is almost definitely scum although the character shown in the scene wasnt the grey haired man so were still looking for him

[Path-Shaper]

I'm out for the night, see you all in the morning.

[Anomandaris]

Omtose, on 29 September 2009 - 10:15 PM, said:

im now wondering who the americans tried to kill. right now im damn near certain Galain is scum as if he was inno his kill would be a one shot, which it isnt. Mockra is almost definitely scum although the character shown in the scene wasnt the grey haired man so were still looking for him

Isn't it obvious?

[Anomandaris]

Night, P-S.

[Path-Shaper]

His hand hurt so god-damned much. All around him, people were yelling in the darkness. Gunfire could be heard. A lonely, swaying overhead light provided the only illumination around. Tears streamed down his face at the thought that he would die here in this forsaken country and never return home.

Home... it seemed so long ago... I wonder if my little girl is being good? Why did I come here, anyway?

Of course, his plans were set in stone. He knew the answers to his unspoken questions and he grunted through the pain. He dragged himself to his feet, knowing he would not die hiding in some hole.

Once he was upright, he looked up to see a beautiful woman slowly approaching him, a coy smile on her face. He found himself unable to look away from her countenance. His jaw went slack as he stared at her voluptuous figure and heaving busom.

He gulped, as she was clearly walking straight for him.

Should I say something? No, I'm a married man! But this is a foreign country...

She carefully pulled out a Browning and aimed it at the stupefied figure.

"Good bye, dear comrade..." she said, pulling the trigger.

"Raaaaaaaaaargh!" a scream came and the man was driven to the ground under the weight of another. He came out of his stupor. His face was a mask of confusion.

"Dammit, wake up! I told you to cover me and here you are about to get capped by some floozy?"

Groaning, and clutching his still-broken hand, he looked over the make-shift barricade. The woman was gone.