Mafia: A World Reborn [FULL GAME]
Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 12:49 pm
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This will be a sequel to my 2009 game on Lostpedia, Mafia: A World Apart. You can check out the game here. I'll start by posting a few of the game posts from that game in order to lay out the flavour and storyline so far.
This is the Prologue post from A World Apart:
The Nexus Point
The Spirit Oracle awoke at dawn, inhaling deeply as he lifted his head from the straw mat that served as his bed. Rising, he shuffled across his small hut to pour some water from the clay jug, and he winced at the stiffness and pain in his knees. It was definitely more mornings than not, now, that his joints felt this way.
As he sipped the water, he wondered offhandedly if there would be any visitors today. These days, it was mostly would-be adventurers in search of themselves that would come to him for wisdom. He would usually tell them something inspirational, some self-confidence-boosting rhetoric - if they took the time to climb the mountain, they deserved a little something. Besides, it was nice to have guests for dinner.
He yawned once more as he pushed aside the soft curtain door of the hut, but the yawn was cut off halfway, his jaw left hanging open in disbelief. Above the mountain, the sky was a shifting and swirling vortex of colours, intense, beautiful hues never before seen by the human eye! In the maelstrom's centre, the sky seemed to fracture and peel away, layer by shimmering layer, revealing a shape, which began to descend.
The Spirit Oracle squinted against the light shining from behind the shape - no, the light was coming from the shape! - and he began to make out the being's features. It was a man, tall, muscular, and broad-shouldered. His lean and toned body was draped with a gleaming white loincloth, and his eyes glowed blue beneath a smooth, hairless head. Four wings sprouted from his broad back, splayed out resplendently as he floated down, and his skin was like smooth metallic gold. As his sandaled feet touched down on the mountaintop, a deep and gentle boom echoed out, like a great door closing in a shadowed and empty hall, sending ripples across the lake below.
The being spoke, and its voice, deep, soft, and commanding, could be heard more in the mind than in the ears, and it suffused the Spirit Oracle with peace and contentment.
"Your realm is at a nexus point. Great and terrible things shall happen, events which will decide the future of every being within it!"
It was like hearing distant thunder rolling away.
"I will be watching closely, for the time has come for you to be judged! The culmination of the coming events will decide for me whether this reality will be allowed to continue to exist.
"You have been chosen, Oracle, to carry forth the message to your people, should your mind be strong enough to bear it..."
The angelic creature reached a smooth hand forward and touched the Spirit Oracle's forehead, and he was immediately overwhelmed with a barrage of voices, music, flashing lights and scenes, a resounding orchestra of chaos. His mouth locked open with awe, and tears flowed freely from his unblinking eyes.
"The first event is already taking place. Emperor Cerberus is being found murdered in his royal quarters as we speak, and the people will demand justice. Your realm has started down a dark path, Oracle. This is your greatest test."
The Spirit Oracle worked his throat, finally unlocking it enough to rasp forth rapturously, "Who.... who are you?"
The being's blue eyes regarded him steadily. "To some, I am an Angel of Vengeance, and to some I am a god. I am That Which Lies Beyond, the Shaper of Realities, the Eternal Essence.
"I am Long Con."
“esdrghfik” - Can find out information about three squares per night. Can stop the lynch twice once for himself and once for someone else. Hates Commas.
Infrared of the Robotic Angels - *Secrets*
This will be a sequel to my 2009 game on Lostpedia, Mafia: A World Apart. You can check out the game here. I'll start by posting a few of the game posts from that game in order to lay out the flavour and storyline so far.
This is the Prologue post from A World Apart:
The Nexus Point
The Spirit Oracle awoke at dawn, inhaling deeply as he lifted his head from the straw mat that served as his bed. Rising, he shuffled across his small hut to pour some water from the clay jug, and he winced at the stiffness and pain in his knees. It was definitely more mornings than not, now, that his joints felt this way.
As he sipped the water, he wondered offhandedly if there would be any visitors today. These days, it was mostly would-be adventurers in search of themselves that would come to him for wisdom. He would usually tell them something inspirational, some self-confidence-boosting rhetoric - if they took the time to climb the mountain, they deserved a little something. Besides, it was nice to have guests for dinner.
He yawned once more as he pushed aside the soft curtain door of the hut, but the yawn was cut off halfway, his jaw left hanging open in disbelief. Above the mountain, the sky was a shifting and swirling vortex of colours, intense, beautiful hues never before seen by the human eye! In the maelstrom's centre, the sky seemed to fracture and peel away, layer by shimmering layer, revealing a shape, which began to descend.
The Spirit Oracle squinted against the light shining from behind the shape - no, the light was coming from the shape! - and he began to make out the being's features. It was a man, tall, muscular, and broad-shouldered. His lean and toned body was draped with a gleaming white loincloth, and his eyes glowed blue beneath a smooth, hairless head. Four wings sprouted from his broad back, splayed out resplendently as he floated down, and his skin was like smooth metallic gold. As his sandaled feet touched down on the mountaintop, a deep and gentle boom echoed out, like a great door closing in a shadowed and empty hall, sending ripples across the lake below.
The being spoke, and its voice, deep, soft, and commanding, could be heard more in the mind than in the ears, and it suffused the Spirit Oracle with peace and contentment.
"Your realm is at a nexus point. Great and terrible things shall happen, events which will decide the future of every being within it!"
It was like hearing distant thunder rolling away.
"I will be watching closely, for the time has come for you to be judged! The culmination of the coming events will decide for me whether this reality will be allowed to continue to exist.
"You have been chosen, Oracle, to carry forth the message to your people, should your mind be strong enough to bear it..."
The angelic creature reached a smooth hand forward and touched the Spirit Oracle's forehead, and he was immediately overwhelmed with a barrage of voices, music, flashing lights and scenes, a resounding orchestra of chaos. His mouth locked open with awe, and tears flowed freely from his unblinking eyes.
"The first event is already taking place. Emperor Cerberus is being found murdered in his royal quarters as we speak, and the people will demand justice. Your realm has started down a dark path, Oracle. This is your greatest test."
The Spirit Oracle worked his throat, finally unlocking it enough to rasp forth rapturously, "Who.... who are you?"
The being's blue eyes regarded him steadily. "To some, I am an Angel of Vengeance, and to some I am a god. I am That Which Lies Beyond, the Shaper of Realities, the Eternal Essence.
"I am Long Con."
“esdrghfik” - Can find out information about three squares per night. Can stop the lynch twice once for himself and once for someone else. Hates Commas.
Infrared of the Robotic Angels - *Secrets*