Personality Mafia 2 - Page 188

On September 23 2010 09:11 Foolishness wrote:
Incognito and Infundibulum are an internecine ingerence. They invaginate incondite, inchoate ingannations, that inquinate inimical ideas in infaust innocents. Their iniquity causes ingerence, so inly instruments to interpose their ingravescent inveighs only makes their interference inexpugnable. For infinity, they indite inopinate, inconscient inconsistencies, that incommode us insouciance innocents. Indeed, indiscriminatory interlude is inescapable. Indispensable intelligence is imperative, that these indign imbeciles be inculpated for their incontestably invictive interchanges. Their impregnable indecency is not imprevious to the induction of the innumerable innocents that inhabit this enterprise. Indubitably, Incognito and Infundibulum intention to insidiate us incontrovertibly interlocks them as mafia.

On October 14 2010 14:35 bumatlarge wrote:
Bumatlarge was enjoying a nice slice of raw veal in His prison cell, remembering the good old days. His old cousin always made such a ruckus of Bum residing in that shabby attic, but he had gotten over that fact quite quickly when his first limb came off. 400 years later, a little bit after WWI, bum's vampiric physician diagnosed bum with YFI disorder, also known as 'your fuckin insane'. Traumatized, Bum went batshit crazy that night, flinging bat shit all over the place, and eating people. The Vampire order told bum this was unacceptable, one tastes the wine and spits it out, it was said, a lesson learned when in your early vampire years, along with dont run with wooden stakes. So for a good part of a century, poor bum was locked away forced to eat dead things. Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym. That made Bum have to pee. Rattling his chains away, he rose from his chair and went to the chamber pot in the corner, commencing his business... someone is here watching me pee, bum thought to himself, taking a silent whiff of the scent. The chains were strong, maybe the prey would misjudge the slack when he entered. It was definitely human, his caretaker was not, and had a little more... finesse in his step. This prey was blunt and quiet. The window. They left it nice and open. Bum licked his lips.

"Die monster, you don't belong in this world!"
"It was not by my han- oh how clever..."
Bum was still facing the other way, a nice full shadow of the visitor spoke volumes against the cell wall Bum was near. The moon was hospitable tonight.
"I will end you here and now."
Steps forward sounded.
"Very well then... HAVE AT Y-"
A stake sprouted from Bum's chest.
"Oh come on!"
"That was anticlimatic."
Before bum turned around, the hand he swung his arm behind him, but it dissipated to dust upon touching the man's neck.
"I thought I read your shadow perfectly."
"No thats a stain on the wall..."
"Oh I forgot my contacts! Dr. H, can I get another shot?"
An intercom sounded.
"Sorry Bum, you're dead."
"God damn..."
Bum was taking longer to fade away then he thought.
"Well this sucks"
"Before tonight I wasnt even sure vampires existed"
"Yeah they sure do, along with elves, gremlins and eskimos."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
Bum slowly evaporated into dust. But not before he started twinkling.
"FUCKING SERIOUS?!"

THE END

On January 17 2011 09:12 bumatlarge wrote:


AHEM, almost forgot.

Night 1.

Batman was feeling frisky tonight. A night on the town would do him some good. He gets his mask and detective kit and flies into the night!

Bum decided Kenpachi was his first visit. Bum needed to get those upper classmen to pay for taking his top draft role (CURSE REBIRTH AND ALL OF HIS SMURF). Bum fondly remembers going all hero on LoR for claiming vanilla after attempting to take traitor. Bum was like if Rorschach and Gargamel had a baby. Bum reached Kenpachi's house and decided to go on the front Porsche. He Forded the fence with both Hondas the rails and leaped over despite his Chevy muscles. He peeked into the windows and saw darkness. A Jack of the trades would be busy in the situation town was in. After whisper shouting "ROLE COP!" , Bum head butted the glass. His sharp wit made the glass dissipate without a sound. Awesome doesn't make a sound. And Batman is awesome so.

Bum crept through the house, as he had express permission by Ace to actually trespass an look through stuff. Bum was tinkering around and saw a lot of incriminating stuff. Mario mustaches, glasses the size of large coins (which is average for glasses) and assorted Italian cuisine. "Well maybe Jack is an Italian name."

Bum heard a noise from the other room. He Snickered as something less awesome made it's presence known. Kenpachi for certain. Bum snuck into the chamber. First thing, Kenpachi was extraordinarily fat. Uncountable Mounds of fatness. He also noticed 100Grand on the table, and also about hundred thousand dollars on the table. A picture on the wall with Kenachi shaking Babe Ruth's hand. This guy had his roots deep, I mean no one has that much hair. He also seemed to have connections. This must be the mafia crimelord. But Bum must have also gotten tricked into coming here. Bum was gonna try to sneak out, when he heard footsteps. Thinking on his feet, Bum quickly turned his attention away from his shoes and ran behind the Bossman , taking off his mask.

2 Thugs walked in with guns pointing at some fellas. One of them looked at Bum and said "RaRaRee, I spy a townie" but a thug kicked him in the knee. Persistent, the guy said "RaRaRass, no really that guy ain't mafia!" The thug proceeded to kick him in the other knee. "Don't talk to Tony that way!"

Kenpachi told them a muffled phrase, that Bum assumed was "Take em to the mattresses" Bum guessed those guys were about to be raped anally or something, and Bum being a massive homophobe, used his homophobe powers to teleport outside away from awkward gay situations.

"That was gay and awkward"

EDIT: Then Bum walked down the driveway and saw all these police officers preparing for a sting blahblahblah bum realized it wasn't really the mafia GF as far as town thought. Well that sucks

I started writing it after night 1 but then the GF claims started happening, so I thought I'd save this claim for later. I guess I'll write the night 2 one later... I have plans!

On January 20 2011 08:23 bumatlarge wrote:
BUM BUM BAAAAAAA

-tman

Along the nside border of Philedelphia, a child spawned and grew up. He spent a majority of his life on the public entertainment facility. He led a somber life that one might consider chill. He was playing basketball when a few evil-looking fellows proceeded to perform some misdemeanors. Bum skirmished with said thugs and his mother fret, so he vacated the premises to Eiii's crib.

Bum was gonna check this out right quick. In and out. He saw the Vowel abuser's abode unobtrusively open for altercations. He saw a mail carrier walking up the steps, so Bum snuck up behind him and grabbed a letter and waited below the stairs, while the postman was none-the-wiser. Mr. Psotman, being a jovial fellow, rang the bell, and the door started to open.

"Good evening sir! I thought I'd hand you your mail...."

Bum peaked up and saw the mailman was frozen with that grin wiped off his face.

"Here, take your mail."

Before that nut decided he would go postal, Bum ran up the stairs.

"Oh, you dropped a letter..."

Bum can't really explain what happened, and neither can I. You know the phrase 'dead-pan'? Well Eiii was more of a murdered-pot. There was literally no emotion in that face. In fact, you couldn't stare directly at it, because your stare would glance off it on to something else, like some subconcious reaction that feared you would get sucked into the abyss of that man's face.

"Uh, your Eiii?"
"Yes, my name is Eiii."
"Well uh here is a letter."

The mailman was already halfway down the block. Eiii didn't answer. Maybe he fell asleep. Bum couldn't tell. He just stared at other stuff, everything but Eiii. Suddenly,

"Goodbye."

And Eiii shut the door. Bum still had the letter in his hand, so he just dropped it on the mat. Bum peaked into the window, and saw that Godforsaken thing sitting on a chair watching TV. The TV was off of course. He was just sitting there being useless. Existing. It seemed pretty clear to Bum that this guy did not have a role. He'd a make great SK though. Then Bum drove past BC's house and knocked over his mailbox.

On May 19 2011 09:45 Radfield wrote:
Well we need to talk about something.

Here's some interesting tidbits:

Everytime I read the name Chaoser, I pronounce it Chowsah in my head...

Instead of seeing Infinitestory, I read Infestory. Like a pantry, but infested.

On July 28 2011 09:52 sandroba wrote:
I gave you the stick curu. I don't think syllo is scummy at all, but maybe it's because he agree's with me in everything.

On October 14 2011 19:13 sandroba wrote:
Everyone should be voting Mig for mayor and syllo for pardoner. They have my full support and I'm 99.9% sure syllo is town and he is 99.9% sure mig is town. If you believe I'm town you know how accurate I am in those day1 reads.

On December 05 2011 21:46 sandroba wrote:
Syllogism: Unless he found a new love for being mafia exactly this game, I'm pretty surre he is town. He could have opted to post waaaay less day1 and still I wouldn't suspect him, because that's usually how he operates. Instead he is getting this thread moving, posting a shitton and generating discussion.

On November 21 2012 22:50 sandroba wrote:
I wouldn't mind syllo being leader either and if I win I will give him veto power over the people I choose. I'm fairly certain he is town at this point.

On February 16 2013 22:28 sandroba wrote:

Syllo is town. This ratio of mafia:town means that if mafia has 2 kp, which is reasonable since 1 kp is too little even for these numbers, means that town prob has one or more protective roles. So protect this man.