— Small town in Sicily, present day. Evening.
Well, the group of Mafia players huddled around the fireplace could pretend that they were part of some vigilante justice against an evil, organized crime force in Italy, but they were still cold. This building they had been assigned for this game was plain, unlike the others in which their teammates were staying, but it suited the game's, and by extension its players', purposes well. There was a place to congregate, where they would spend most of their daylight hours, and there were rooms in which they would sleep during the night. The rooms were said to have been specially designed to facilitate the game, but that aroused the curiosity of no one at all at that moment. The trek up the hill through cold wind and darkness had tired them all, and they would soon have all the time in the world to get acquainted with their surroundings.
Somewhere in that Sicilian town, three goons sent by their don would be roaming about, scouting it for possible business opportunity. The townspeople, aware of this imminent threat, would be prepared to drive them away, knowing that all it took to have the mafia settling here was to send a goon home with the town's bloody message. This story, however, needed to start somewhere. Even for those players who were not paying attention to the narrative, it was time for bed, and eventually the crowd by the fire in the common room dwindled until only the three goons remained. From their earpieces, they could hear the voices of their teammates, curious as to the identities of their fellow conspirators. The three of them nodded, acknowledging that the game was now ready to begin.
Well, the group of Mafia players huddled around the fireplace could pretend that they were part of some vigilante justice against an evil, organized crime force in Italy, but they were still cold. This building they had been assigned for this game was plain, unlike the others in which their teammates were staying, but it suited the game's, and by extension its players', purposes well. There was a place to congregate, where they would spend most of their daylight hours, and there were rooms in which they would sleep during the night. The rooms were said to have been specially designed to facilitate the game, but that aroused the curiosity of no one at all at that moment. The trek up the hill through cold wind and darkness had tired them all, and they would soon have all the time in the world to get acquainted with their surroundings.
Somewhere in that Sicilian town, three goons sent by their don would be roaming about, scouting it for possible business opportunity. The townspeople, aware of this imminent threat, would be prepared to drive them away, knowing that all it took to have the mafia settling here was to send a goon home with the town's bloody message. This story, however, needed to start somewhere. Even for those players who were not paying attention to the narrative, it was time for bed, and eventually the crowd by the fire in the common room dwindled until only the three goons remained. From their earpieces, they could hear the voices of their teammates, curious as to the identities of their fellow conspirators. The three of them nodded, acknowledging that the game was now ready to begin.
Players
Amrun
Benmage
Bub Bidderskins
Captain Falcon
Captain Haddock
Cogito Ergo Sum
Johhog
Llamarble
Matias
Nachomamma8
Thestatusquo
Regfan
singersigner
SocioPath
Zachrulez
Spoiler: Game Reveals
Game Links
Rules
Setup
Day 1 Begins
Captain Falcon replaces Captain Haddock
Day 2 Begins
Nachomamma8 replaces Thestatusquo
Day 3 Begins
Endgame
