XXX Mini Mafia: A Night of Debauchery (18+)

On March 09 2015 22:38 Palmar wrote:
This playerlist looks quite sexy.

On March 10 2015 07:13 Palmar wrote:
pretty much yeah. There's an outside chance JAT is mafia, but I'm willing to clear him for the day.

On March 10 2015 07:19 Palmar wrote:

I don't have to read them, I'm mafia.

On April 14 2012 20:32 Blazinghand wrote:







      JAKARTA- Mall Exterior. Overhead shot of Tunkeg and Blazinghand walking along the sidewalk. Blazinghand is talking animatedly with Tunkeg. Tunkeg is holding his cell phone.

Camera pans over to PALMAR, who pushes his way through the crowd, following the two sexy mafia lovers. Cut to shot of left hand in pocket. Cut to shot of PALMAR's face-- a dark grimace, with teeth clenched.

Fade to wide shot: the busy subway stop. 2 rail lines pass through the center of this station, with platforms on either side. Large electronic billboards on either wall.

Tunkeg and Blazinghand are standing close to the rails, talking animatedly. PALMAR comes down the stairs and spots them.

Close-up of PALMAR pushing through the crowd. A woman's voice intones that the train has arrived, first in Indonesian, then in English.

Split-screen shot of PALMAR breaking through the crowd as Tunkeg and Blazinghand enter the train and sit. PALMAR slips through the safety barrier just before it closes, entering two traincars behind.

Cut to JAKARTA EXTERIOR -- wide shot Tunkeg and Blazinghand exiting train, with PALMAR following them. Pan to Tunkeg.

Tunkeg
      I dunno, I think I should call her now, while she's still thinking about it.

Blazinghand
      Trust me, younger lover-- if you do that she won't want to talk to you.

Tunkeg
      She gave me her number!

Blazinghand
      Look, it's only going to annoy her if you call her now. Let her think about you a little. You can't seem desperate, or she won't want to talk to you.

Tunkeg
      I know that, but-- oh, here's a shortcut. We don't want to go around the block.

The lovers turn down a narrow alley that cuts through the city block. PALMAR turns the corner behind them, a dark figure silhouetted against the bright surroundings of the city street behind them.

As they walk down the alley, Blazinghand grabs Tunkeg's phone from his outstretched hand.

Blazinghand
      You're not allowed to use this for the rest of the day, you're probably texting her right now!

Tunkeg, laughing
      Hey! Give that back!

They struggle with the phone, and finally Tunkeg wrests it free. He looks up and sees PALMAR approaching.

Tunkeg
      What-

Close-up as PALMAR leaps forward, elbowing Tunkeg in the gut. Tunkeg doubles over, coughing. PALMAR follows it up by grabbing Tunkeg's head and kneeing it. Tunkeg grunts and falls to the ground. His cell phone clatters to the ground.

Ground-level close-up of cell phone screen. TO: 555-8364 MSG: I'm glad you enjoyed it, too. How does Saturday sound?

The phone cracks under PALMAR's shoe as he steps back.

Pan up to PALMAR blocking a punch from Blazinghand. The older man's finely-tuned physique is an awe-inspiring sight in hand-to-hand combat.

Blazinghand steps forward as PALMAR recovers, grabs him by the torso and takes him to the mat, pinning him easily.

Blazinghand
      What's the meaning of this?

PALMAR, gasping
      You violated the agreement, and you will be punished like anyone else. Nobody is above it, not even one of you. You know what happened with Bill Murray.

Blazinghand
      You can't come against me. Not you, not the president, not ANYONE. I'm the greatest brood war player alive, and the council exists only by my hand! So I make it, so I can unmake it.

PALMAR, smirking
      There will be more after me. The others aren't like you-- they have no limits. They'll break your shoulder, your hand if they have to. More will come. Nobody is above the rules, not even you.

Blazinghand, snarling
      I wrote those rules. If more of you will come, then let them come. Tell your chairman that this is a warning: next council meeting I'm retaking the chairmanship, there's nothing he can do to stop me.

Blazinghand lifts PALMAR and dumps him into the trash can, headfirst. He closes the lid.

Blazinghand grabs Tunkeg's phone and grabs Tunkeg, lifting him over his shoulders. Sweat trickles down Blazinghand's firm, supple muscles as he carries his groggy teammate out of the alley.

Blazinghand reaches the other end of the alley. Tunkeg stirs, and Blazinghand sets him on his feet. Blazinghand's face shows deep concern for his teammate,

Blazinghand, whispering to the semiconscious Tunkeg
      You're bleeding... we've got to get you cleaned up and fully-awake before D3 or you're gonna lose all your cases. Come on, man, hang in there...

Wide shot-- with Tunkeg's arm around his shoulders, Blazinghand presses on into the bright JAKARTA day. The silhouettes fade into the sunlit background. Fade to white.

On March 10 2015 07:21 ritoky wrote:


is anyone turned on by this?

On March 10 2015 07:25 ritoky wrote:


it's the bottle of ketchup isn't it?

On March 10 2015 19:52 Koshi wrote:
Would be impressive if there was 1 person in this thread scumreading LS. But nobody is even coming close to that.