TL Mafia LXXIV: Storm Mafia 3 - Page 273

On March 08 2016 07:56 Hapahauli wrote:

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The Liquidia family was not a close-knit group. They were quite familiar with each other, and played forum mafia together online very frequently. But never had they seen each other in person before. However, they were all gathered on this remote island to mourn the passing of Marvellosity, a fellow forum member.

Half the Sky, took a large gulp out of her glass of water. She began to read:

"The Last Will and Testament of Marvellosity:

If all has gone according to plan, ten of my most hated TL Mafia members have been gathered on this remote island-"

"Most hated! What the fuck?" Geript interrupted. "That no good scumbag! I had to put up with his games for so many years, he better have left me something good-"

"Be quiet and let her finish." Barked Koshi, "I've had to put up with your nagging for all of a few minutes, and I already want to strangle you."

Half the Sky loudly cleared her throat. Both parties reduced themselves to an angry murmur before she continued.

"What... you gullible assholes thought I gathered you here on a remote island 100 miles from the nearest coastline because I cared about you? You thought you'd get a piece of my estate solely because of my gratitude? Please. You're trapped like rats, and you're all here for my post-mortem amusement."

The room fell silent. Tumblewood went white with terror.
shapelog started sobbing.
Everyone in the room had never met in person, but all of them knew of Marvellosity's cruel sense of humor intimately well.

"But my dear family, there is much opportunity to be had in my amusement! While I may be a bastard, I am no liar. Those of you who survive will inherit the millions of dollars in my estate! And god knows that most of you are up to your eyeballs in debt, so doesn't that sound like a fantastic opportunity?"

Kush broke the silence with a hearty laugh. "Oh god, does he know us well!" He chuckled, slamming his fist on the table, his voice slowly trailing off into a grumble...
Vivax grabbed the wine bottle in the middle of the table. He shakily poured himself an overflowing glass, which was finished within half a minute.
Yamato77 only stared at the tablecloth in front of him, deep in thought about the predicament he was in.

"We're going to play a game. A game of mafia. You all loved to argue with me about stupid things, so now you get to argue among-st yourselves for the highest of stakes. Two of you are actually not forum members, but assassins I hired. Kill them before the boat arrives, and those who survive will inherit my wealth. Fail, and you will meet your end on this very island.

Best of luck to you all! I'll see you all in hell!

P.S. There's a Night 0 Kill!"

"Alright," spoke up Rels, "If we work together, we can survive this."
Alakaslam quickly chimed in, "Agreed. But... what did he mean by 'Night 0 Kill'?"

While they pondered the question Half the Sky let out a deep groan. She clutched her stomach in agony. Her knees buckled, and her body slammed to the floor. The other nine members could only watch in horror as she retched and vomited blood, before becoming motionless on the floor minutes later.

"Oh. That's what he meant." Stammered Alakaslam. " I guess we better start."

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On March 12 2016 10:43 Tumblewood wrote:

That's not a movement, you're already there