LeBron —at least that's what the lycanthroptimalitist sugested he'd be nicknamed— worked the nightshift at a homeless shelter just outside (H)Amiens, the city of 4×20k.. postal code (quatre-vingt-mille), when Sammy the salmon brought him in with the social ambulance, and LB placed him in the last room, where there's a giant space jam 2 poster, because he said he fell down the top bunk bed once at summer camp in Corona city when he was a kid about to start 4th grade. Supposedly fell with his back right into a knife while wake-up-call sucker-elbow-hitting the older kid sleeping below in the jaw ..told him he was the ball player's lookalike, so we roll-with. Me?
I'm just a short man from the Ivory Coast in the adjacent room —right next to CHBRE letter F, where the guy with the supreme outfiguring of the game of mafia stayed— where the lycanthroptimalitist would've been placed had he not told the sleepfalling anecdote upon potential-with-top-bunk-problem inquiry. We don't much respect the rule of not eating in the room, or stockpiling food, or hash, or noise after 10 o-clock.. well actually, tonight the Sarajevoan, dragon-earring-adorned muslim has gone out to the hospital to tend to his jaw, after I called the 911-equivalent to arrange a pickup for him, so with just me freshly out the shower and Kyrgyzstani man snickering over something he's engaged in viewing on his phone we might get some quality Zzzs in this time around (=> maybe link to Michael Jackson song, cuz 'twas his lookalike's turn to serve us non-homies food; missed it—not even fashionably). Right now, though, Stan is still teabagging, stirring, slurping like he ain't got manners, back at snickering, what's the other dad sound called—not smacking lips; more like sucking through teeth gaps.. anyway.
I'll keep you guys in the know if anything worth-writing-tl.net/home-about happens next, but this is mainly about what happened retro, leading up to this .. what.. I guess the master mafiosist's prophesy manifesting. Maybe you remember a forumite by the name of Race Bannon, and even that in his fist TL Mafia game he was partnered with a french dude.. and that he wound up writing a thread about 420, and whatnot. Well, here's something worth a 80 thousand words, if a mere non- stereoscopic picture is 10 hundos:
Damn motion blur. How does that linkin park song go, though; the race is too fast, you just won't last—you being picture focus.
How he would've appreciated being on good terms with french-dude-from-back-then, cuz then he could've asked him to translate his journal into phonetic french and gain the language-skillz-imbued confidence/presence that would've persuaded us to invest attention into his esoteric insights from the get-go, instead of bucket-diagnosing him as your average tetrahedron folder with nothing but origami and the stench of a poor person to set him apart. I mean we can afford clean clothes, no problem. I even have a dame, but let me tell you about Notre Dame d'Amiens–Paris spacetime gateway, Texas hold'em memory poker meta city mafia, now that I am wiser and initiated; curtesy of this stuff spreading intuitively, like a wildfire. Once you come into even fugitive contact with someone who knows, it's not a longshot towards the cognitive assembly of thought to figure out and emulate The Way.
As I've first-hand-heard the Afghani Kim-Min-Chul lookalike got explained, you get people to play pokermafia with each other by quasi-begging in front of the Hilton hotel. You write "Play a Mafia Game On Your Phone For Just 4×20 cents + Prize Money".. or "like 4.2€ (3.4 For Prize Pool" —money for the four (in case of a 13 player game) victors to share fraternally—"/food/socks (any useful items you can spare)" in exchange for grabbing a signup spot. Sooner or late weekend night a drunk rich guy comes along and you can sway them to flex. Resist the urge to scam them because you're part of something much bigger than money now, so take the equivalent share but leave 80.9523809524% to the prize pool.
Pokermafia is pretty weird the first time around in RL person, because of the social intimidation jamming your temporal and card-specificity perception, especially if you're explaining how to play it, but on an online forum it's no problem whatsoever to follow and groove with the interactivity. Introduce writing prompts like Amnesiac Writer Summarizes A Book They Just Read For The First Time (Theirs), and Fill An 80-Minute Radio Show With Music, Skits And /in-Faux-Mercials (referencing what ppl wrote past game iterations), so the additional stuff you wrote on an extra cardboad: "open-ended, relevance-persistent creativity outlet" holds true in-tandem with "educated-guessing, social puzzle".
You're interdimension-awesomeness-optimality-connecting 2 Notre-Dame churches, so you're gonna want to use the queen instead of the 10 in the skimmed pokercard deck and inuendo/steer-the-information-prerogativists-towards the Mafiascum-TL portal thread by AHHG/Facet in the flavor. SK kills off ppl who don't resonate with flavarcheology (and can choose a card to manifest in exchange of one he has in-hand is something reserved only for 52 —basically 51-deck+SK's-card— cards games; so in this type that's a no-go.
Once the game is finished you link the Lang Buddha's Aptitude/Mafia License Test and hope for TL+s raining down on the forum post numbers you associated with the roles upon complying with signup requests. Passers may host their own games and forms of presence and content added to the tetrachotomous city with only 1 rule as first and second rule: make everyone involved look good.