The Syndicate

Oooh! I remember a few of those names from the first game. Makes me all the sadder to miss this one.

The Minstrel's Corner: Any time two or more players occupy this space, dead players may compete for a resurrection prize. Each dead player wishing to compete must re-write the lyrics to a popular song so that the song is now a resurrection request. The host or a panel of non-participating forum users will decide which re-written lyrics are the best and the player submitting them shall be resurrected.

The Portraitist's Gallery: Any player occupying this space must spend the duration of their stay communicate in the thread using only pictures.

The Fortuneteller's Den: Any player occupying this space must spend the duration of their stay communicating with the thread via the responses of a standard Magic 8 Ball.

The Jester's Stage: Anyone occupying this space may submit three names to the Mad Jester, who will select one of them to be forced to colorize their posts for a full day.

The Potionmaster's Cove: Any player occupying this space must spend the duration of their stay praising the alluring and masculine scents in the Old Spice line of products.

Black Rock wrote:Don't remind me of the foolishness I did in that game.

It's not your fault. You didn't resurrect Aldo. Blame Freckles.

Then again, had the civvies resurrected me instead of Aldo, we would have missed out on the epic Dark Willow plot line. *sigh* I guess I had to die.

G-Man drew in a few short, panicked breaths in succession, struggling to free his arms from the Venomous Imp's clawed grip, but the Imp only hissed and tightened its hold.

"Clan Witherdeath could use someone with your.. unique powersss..." rasped the Imp, drawing G-Man's face close to its own. "I really think you should consider thisss offer!" In his peripheral vision, G-Man could see the Imp's deadly tail waving about, ready to strike.

"Your clan is a filthy muck-smear on the boot of this realm!" spat G-Man defiantly. "You waste your time even speaking to me!" His hand found the small dagger on his belt, and he twisted quickly, plunging the blade into the Imp's thigh.

The Venomous Imp screeched as thick greenish-black blood spurted forth across the small gleaming weapon, and it pushed off G-Man's chest with its clawed hind legs, flapping its tattered wings wildly.

As the Imp flew away jerkily, G-Man stood resolutely, holding the dagger tight as he watched the small demon recede into the night. His victory was tainted immediately, however, when he felt the hot burning sensation flowing through his right arm. The stinger had punctured a tiny hole in his bicep, and the poison was already making him feel woozy.

What a game! Too bad I was hung out to dry by the civvies the next night.

Wow, this game started a few weeks after I was laid off from my job back in 2009. I had forgotten about that. The trifecta of my wife, mafia, and Lost helped me get through those tumultuous early months. I had only started playing mafia about six months prior to that. This game was epic you guys. I think I will risk life and limb to play the sequel. Now if I can only figure out how to break the news to my wife...