Pyrry's Mafia Game - GG

Behind Pyrrhuloxia, a figure crept closer. When Pyrrhuloxia lifted his hands from the railing to stir his decaffeinated coffee with a drumstick, the figure pushed him from behind. Pyrry flew over the sixth floor ledge to his death.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Qatol was using the Triumvirate Building's spacious archery range for target practice. As he looked down to reload, another figure crossed the room from the other side. The mafioso crept behind Qatol and took out his knife. Qatol never shot another arrow.

Jimtudor had no hard feelings about the election. With love for his town in his heart, he prepared to defend the people chosen to lead in this time of crisis. His door bell rang. "Who could it be at this hour?," he thought. A salesman in a flashy tie greeted Jimtudor from his welcome mat and began his pitch. Jimtudor tried to close the door in the man's face, but the man swiftly jammed a metal bar in the doorway and used it to pry the door open, then bash Jimtudor in the head till he died.

Walking through the park in the darkness, Softer began to think he was being stalked, so he hid in the bushes. The figure that had been following him began to search the thicket, and Softer panicked and tried to bolt towards the park's exit. However, before Softer could get away, his stalker whipped him forcefully in the back. Softer flew to the ground, where vicious stomps to the back of the neck took his life.

Deep underneath Fluidville, So no fek was searching the depths of the town's sewer system for traces of mafia activity. Holding a blazing torch aloft to find his way forward, he slowed as he heard a sound like the shuffling of pages. He peered around the corner and saw an empty desk, then looked down to see the blade that had pierced his rib cage from behind. So no fek tried to turn to at least get a glimpse of his killer, but he couldn't muster the energy as the blade slipped back out of his chest.

EsbenPM had spent the first two days of the mafia invasion building a stockpile of weapons he would never use. Late during the second night, he was fiddling with the trigger locks on his various shotguns while chomping on salted peas. After dinner, he went out to his garage to check on the gun racks he had just painted. Once in his garage, he reached for the switch on the wall, but lights wouldn't turn on. A sudden rush of fear came over him, and he wished he had brought one of his guns with him, even a sidearm. He thought about trying to sneak back into the house, but, instead, he felt his way to a crowbar leaned against the wall. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the outline of man. EsbenPM charged and swung with the crowbar, but his adversary shoved it from his hands, then swung a board crushingly into the side of EsbenPM's head, killing him instantly.

Koopie had spent years recreating her house into a scale model of Princess Peach's from Super Mario 64. She heard a knock at her giant, red front door.

"Hi, I'm here to install the cannon out front by the moat. Can you sign here please?"

The finishing touch had finally arrived, and Koopie went upstairs to watch the installation from behind the giant stained glass window that bore her image, as well as her favorite video game character's. The cannon was plopped on its stone foundation, and it's barrel moved to point squarely at the face of the "princess". "He couldn't possibly...." she thought, seconds before an artillery shell with a shark-like face blew Koopie and her home to smithereens.