Baby Mafia (TOWN WIN)
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
I've made my bed,
My list is cinched,
It's when I said,
Hey, Wisp flinched.
My list is cinched,
It's when I said,
Hey, Wisp flinched.
We can only trust the truth. Everything else is a lie.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
It looks like we have similar reads so that sounds good.Wisp wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 11:00 pmtoo little to late, I'll be back laterEnderWiggin wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 10:57 pm Plans of town to stay,
And of scum to foiler,
I've but one thing to say,
Psst, check the spoiler.
@Alison
I'll let u do your thing until I have reason to believe you are a wolf, or you are preventing me from burying a wolf
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Gira > Wisp > Mizery in order of wolfiness, with Gira most wolfy and Mizery least wolfy.
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
I feel like I joined game with the tag line
"Lets see who can grand stand harder"
"Lets see who can grand stand harder"
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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Alison, our minds are meld,
The order just a little twixt,
When the wolves that we have felled,
Then matters not how it is fixed.
We can only trust the truth. Everything else is a lie.
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I have decided that Luckbox is wolfy. Between Mizery and Wisp.
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
@Wisp have you actually been scummy or are they just not familiar with the Chad experience?
Spoiler: show
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
/Vote Gavial
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Hmm?falcon45ca wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 9:29 pmWhy are you TR me?
Your more null to me then anything, I was referring to Dizzy saying how they town read you then voted you.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Honestly I kinda want to lean you scum for saying that because you were the one that even called me a GOAT in spec chat that game.
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I have no intention of bringing back my old meta, nor do I have any intention of utilizing my meta as a shield hereNANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:14 am @Wisp have you actually been scummy or are they just not familiar with the Chad experience?
it looks like players on this site want me to take a more forceful approach to solving this game
but that's not fun to me, so I will continue to solve my way or get lunched trying
honestly if meta is so polarized here, I don't even have to do anything
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
i'll probably just sheep Alicia, who knows
its not like I have any reason to like anyone in her wolf-core
its not like I have any reason to like anyone in her wolf-core
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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It’s more like when I find a person I hard scum read I make a team based on the world they are scum and it’s usually always right.
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I feel like there might be a wolf in Dizzy/Alison.
I want to say at least 1 of them are town but I’m not completely confident in that yet.
I want to say at least 1 of them are town but I’m not completely confident in that yet.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
it could be right, or it could not beGavial wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:25 amIt’s more like when I find a person I hard scum read I make a team based on the world they are scum and it’s usually always right.
my job is to find out if you are town, not listen to your reads
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
1) you have 9 troll games for every 1 GOAT game
2) you THREW THAT GAME by not self pressing
I don't trust you at all
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
/shrug
I have no way of telling if its TMI or not yet
I need more content
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Nice. But a little slow.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
like I said I'll probably sheep Alicia until she kills a town
and then at that point her god reads are irrelevant to me
or if one of her town core flips red
and then at that point her god reads are irrelevant to me
or if one of her town core flips red
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Hey Look!Wisp wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 11:01 pmI'll vote when I find a wolfEnderWiggin wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 10:59 pmBest vote forward, it is said,
Don't let my rhymes dissuade you,
If I am scum, don't lose your head,
But let your sus ring true.
I found one ———————————————————————-)

Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
honestly if I wanted to play a game on mafia scum, I would just not play mafia anymore lol
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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you, Idk why I wrote ALicia
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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This is really your most substantive post all game, but it's your thoughts on Gira and your assuredness that they are outted that has confused me, as Gira seemed fine to me and their thoughts on Falcon seemed fine even if wrong (disclaimer being that I know nothing about Gira).Alison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 11:01 pm I will probably be playing a straight POE game here because there are so many obvious townies.
Wilgy, Dizzy, Ender, falcon, Gavial all town.
Gira outed.
Mizery and Wisp kinda wolfy.
Luckbox meh. I haven't been impressed with his posting so far but it's not as wolfy as the others. Would prefer if he could give an opinion besides "stop clearing Alison >:(", especially when he usually has no trouble getting there on me as town.
Carousel/Nanook/Tess haven't checked in in any meaningful capacity.
Wilgy can definitely be a wolf and Wisp can be a villager. Also, you know Dizzy is a really good wolf and the quickness that you two have cleared each other is a bit concerning. I'll have to work on figuring out what i really think in the morning though when I'm a fresh and after a reread. Also hopefully Tess can tell me what to think.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
My friend has always been one for mysticism. I met her in high school, when she invited me to a club for learning witchcraft. I laughed to myself when she offered, but as she explained more I couldn’t help except to be allured by the bubbly glow of her excitement at the idea of her own witchcraft club. Her excitement at getting a new member when I said yes was contagious, and I knew I had made the right choice to join.
The club was only 4 people large, including myself, but I liked it like that. Our get togethers felt personable. I occasionally felt guilty for not believing in it the same way they do, but they didn’t mind. I mostly enjoyed being around them. Their openness, awe at the fantastical stories they told each other, unwavering belief in things so far out of logical reach, all of it, intrigued me and gave me comfort. I sometimes wished I could be like them, not so closed off. I think that’s what inclined me to join when I did.
I don’t wish that anymore
Our club president has been worryingly sick for weeks at this point. I didn’t see her for the first week, not wanting to get it myself, but when I did I couldn’t believe what I saw. She almost didn’t look like the same person. Her skin was pale and she had lost a noticeable amount of weight. The worst part, though, was her delirium. She was terrified when she saw me, apparently not recognizing who I was. I asked what she was sick with, but she hadn’t even visited a doctor. She was refusing. She told me a vampire gave her this sickness, and a doctor wouldn’t help. This sickness turning what had brought us together into something that was taking her from me tore a hole in my heart. I pleaded with her to go, and eventually managed to get her to relent, but none of the visits came to any fruition.
Today, she asked me to get her some kind of folk medicine. She’s been asking for it the entire time, but today it was my turn to relent. I want to believe it’ll help her, and sometimes I feel like it will, but I know it’s just wishful thinking. I don’t think anything can help her at this point.
The winter cold bites my cheek as I leave to find an herbal shop, but I hardly recognize it. What was closed off emotions before is now overflowing, and the only thing on my mind. I sit down to spend some time composing myself. I notice that I’m shivering and finally feel the cold, but I don’t mind. It brings me back to earth. The street and sidewalks have a thin, untouched coat of snow, which gives off a peaceful feeling I particularly appreciate right now.
I get up after a few minutes, putting an end to my short-lived distraction as I remember what I’m here for. I feel heavy thinking about it, but it’s at least manageable now. I look at the ground as I walk, steeping along with some footprints left in the snow. After following for a bit, the footprints turn into a mess. I look up and it continues, like there was a struggle. It leads off into an alley. I’m scared to look, but I can’t just leave. I don’t hear any struggling, and there may be someone who needs help.
I slowly walk towards the alley. I get more and more anxious as I do, but, taking a deep breath, go forwards to look and what’s happened.
I gasp lightly and quickly as I see someone still there, standing with their back faced to me. I can’t make out much, but they’re tall, even while being hunched over slightly with a long, wine red coat and brown hair. I don’t know what to say, if I should say anything, and stand there for a moment, before the person lowers their arms and a body drops besides them.
They turn their head towards me and our eyes meet. It fills me with a feeling of death and panic, but I still can’t move. I get the feeling it wouldn’t help to, regardless. My life is in their hands, and they for some reason decided to spare it. They move down the alleyway surprisingly quickly and disappear from sight.
My head spins. I realize I wasn’t even breathing the entire time they stood before me. My hands are shaking again, but this time they feel warm, not cold. I slowly look down again, and see more distinctly the girl in front of me. She’s laying against the brick wall in a way that makes me know she’s not alive anymore. Legs bent awkwardly, one arm below her and another out to the side. I didn’t need that to know though. There’s blood pooling around her.
It doesn’t seem real. It can’t be. I try to do anything, to move, speak, think, but nothing comes. My body won’t respond, my mind fixated on what’s in front of me but unable to process it. I take a step forward and kneel down to put a couple of my fingers into the blood crawling towards me. It stays, and finally forces me to acknowledge what happened. The smell of iron and oil overwhelms me and I feel myself losing consciousness
(I haven’t proofread this at all/am not going to cause I wanna play games--it's also a little messy cause of that
I’m going to write more to include people in the story as my reads though I’ve read nothing yet
I may live interact, will see)
The club was only 4 people large, including myself, but I liked it like that. Our get togethers felt personable. I occasionally felt guilty for not believing in it the same way they do, but they didn’t mind. I mostly enjoyed being around them. Their openness, awe at the fantastical stories they told each other, unwavering belief in things so far out of logical reach, all of it, intrigued me and gave me comfort. I sometimes wished I could be like them, not so closed off. I think that’s what inclined me to join when I did.
I don’t wish that anymore
Our club president has been worryingly sick for weeks at this point. I didn’t see her for the first week, not wanting to get it myself, but when I did I couldn’t believe what I saw. She almost didn’t look like the same person. Her skin was pale and she had lost a noticeable amount of weight. The worst part, though, was her delirium. She was terrified when she saw me, apparently not recognizing who I was. I asked what she was sick with, but she hadn’t even visited a doctor. She was refusing. She told me a vampire gave her this sickness, and a doctor wouldn’t help. This sickness turning what had brought us together into something that was taking her from me tore a hole in my heart. I pleaded with her to go, and eventually managed to get her to relent, but none of the visits came to any fruition.
Today, she asked me to get her some kind of folk medicine. She’s been asking for it the entire time, but today it was my turn to relent. I want to believe it’ll help her, and sometimes I feel like it will, but I know it’s just wishful thinking. I don’t think anything can help her at this point.
The winter cold bites my cheek as I leave to find an herbal shop, but I hardly recognize it. What was closed off emotions before is now overflowing, and the only thing on my mind. I sit down to spend some time composing myself. I notice that I’m shivering and finally feel the cold, but I don’t mind. It brings me back to earth. The street and sidewalks have a thin, untouched coat of snow, which gives off a peaceful feeling I particularly appreciate right now.
I get up after a few minutes, putting an end to my short-lived distraction as I remember what I’m here for. I feel heavy thinking about it, but it’s at least manageable now. I look at the ground as I walk, steeping along with some footprints left in the snow. After following for a bit, the footprints turn into a mess. I look up and it continues, like there was a struggle. It leads off into an alley. I’m scared to look, but I can’t just leave. I don’t hear any struggling, and there may be someone who needs help.
I slowly walk towards the alley. I get more and more anxious as I do, but, taking a deep breath, go forwards to look and what’s happened.
I gasp lightly and quickly as I see someone still there, standing with their back faced to me. I can’t make out much, but they’re tall, even while being hunched over slightly with a long, wine red coat and brown hair. I don’t know what to say, if I should say anything, and stand there for a moment, before the person lowers their arms and a body drops besides them.
They turn their head towards me and our eyes meet. It fills me with a feeling of death and panic, but I still can’t move. I get the feeling it wouldn’t help to, regardless. My life is in their hands, and they for some reason decided to spare it. They move down the alleyway surprisingly quickly and disappear from sight.
My head spins. I realize I wasn’t even breathing the entire time they stood before me. My hands are shaking again, but this time they feel warm, not cold. I slowly look down again, and see more distinctly the girl in front of me. She’s laying against the brick wall in a way that makes me know she’s not alive anymore. Legs bent awkwardly, one arm below her and another out to the side. I didn’t need that to know though. There’s blood pooling around her.
It doesn’t seem real. It can’t be. I try to do anything, to move, speak, think, but nothing comes. My body won’t respond, my mind fixated on what’s in front of me but unable to process it. I take a step forward and kneel down to put a couple of my fingers into the blood crawling towards me. It stays, and finally forces me to acknowledge what happened. The smell of iron and oil overwhelms me and I feel myself losing consciousness
(I haven’t proofread this at all/am not going to cause I wanna play games--it's also a little messy cause of that
I’m going to write more to include people in the story as my reads though I’ve read nothing yet
I may live interact, will see)
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
BTW my games aren’t troll.
It’s more like I end up hanging onto a scum read that’s actually town and by the time someone deals with that read it’s too late for me to make a new solve because I’m either dead or don’t have enough time to do it or so close to death that I need to focus more on staying alive.
It’s more like I end up hanging onto a scum read that’s actually town and by the time someone deals with that read it’s too late for me to make a new solve because I’m either dead or don’t have enough time to do it or so close to death that I need to focus more on staying alive.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
When my hanged on scum Read is Scum.
It’s Auto Win for Town!
It’s Auto Win for Town!
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Assuming you follow me like a heard of sheep’s!
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I'm just that goodLuckbox Inc wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:36 amThis is really your most substantive post all game, but it's your thoughts on Gira and your assuredness that they are outted that has confused me, as Gira seemed fine to me and their thoughts on Falcon seemed fine even if wrong (disclaimer being that I know nothing about Gira).Alison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 11:01 pm I will probably be playing a straight POE game here because there are so many obvious townies.
Wilgy, Dizzy, Ender, falcon, Gavial all town.
Gira outed.
Mizery and Wisp kinda wolfy.
Luckbox meh. I haven't been impressed with his posting so far but it's not as wolfy as the others. Would prefer if he could give an opinion besides "stop clearing Alison >:(", especially when he usually has no trouble getting there on me as town.
Carousel/Nanook/Tess haven't checked in in any meaningful capacity.
Wilgy can definitely be a wolf and Wisp can be a villager. Also, you know Dizzy is a really good wolf and the quickness that you two have cleared each other is a bit concerning. I'll have to work on figuring out what i really think in the morning though when I'm a fresh and after a reread. Also hopefully Tess can tell me what to think.
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
ohh god another one
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
hm bad postAlison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 7:30 pmThIs is also scum.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Gira = Luckbox > Wisp > Mizery
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
You are outed wolf mate.Gira wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:39 amhm bad postAlison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 7:30 pmThIs is also scum.
There's nothing that says a fake can't surpass the real thing.
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catchin' up right now, re-encountering the difficulty i have with mafia games that i'm usually drained after work and don't want to post, we'll see how i manage
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
@Gavial
this feels like Osie's game 2.0
should I just tunnel Alison?
this feels like Osie's game 2.0
should I just tunnel Alison?
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
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I wonder what their comments is gonna be like.tessepia wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:37 am My friend has always been one for mysticism. I met her in high school, when she invited me to a club for learning witchcraft. I laughed to myself when she offered, but as she explained more I couldn’t help except to be allured by the bubbly glow of her excitement at the idea of her own witchcraft club. Her excitement at getting a new member when I said yes was contagious, and I knew I had made the right choice to join.
The club was only 4 people large, including myself, but I liked it like that. Our get togethers felt personable. I occasionally felt guilty for not believing in it the same way they do, but they didn’t mind. I mostly enjoyed being around them. Their openness, awe at the fantastical stories they told each other, unwavering belief in things so far out of logical reach, all of it, intrigued me and gave me comfort. I sometimes wished I could be like them, not so closed off. I think that’s what inclined me to join when I did.
I don’t wish that anymore
Our club president has been worryingly sick for weeks at this point. I didn’t see her for the first week, not wanting to get it myself, but when I did I couldn’t believe what I saw. She almost didn’t look like the same person. Her skin was pale and she had lost a noticeable amount of weight. The worst part, though, was her delirium. She was terrified when she saw me, apparently not recognizing who I was. I asked what she was sick with, but she hadn’t even visited a doctor. She was refusing. She told me a vampire gave her this sickness, and a doctor wouldn’t help. This sickness turning what had brought us together into something that was taking her from me tore a hole in my heart. I pleaded with her to go, and eventually managed to get her to relent, but none of the visits came to any fruition.
Today, she asked me to get her some kind of folk medicine. She’s been asking for it the entire time, but today it was my turn to relent. I want to believe it’ll help her, and sometimes I feel like it will, but I know it’s just wishful thinking. I don’t think anything can help her at this point.
The winter cold bites my cheek as I leave to find an herbal shop, but I hardly recognize it. What was closed off emotions before is now overflowing, and the only thing on my mind. I sit down to spend some time composing myself. I notice that I’m shivering and finally feel the cold, but I don’t mind. It brings me back to earth. The street and sidewalks have a thin, untouched coat of snow, which gives off a peaceful feeling I particularly appreciate right now.
I get up after a few minutes, putting an end to my short-lived distraction as I remember what I’m here for. I feel heavy thinking about it, but it’s at least manageable now. I look at the ground as I walk, steeping along with some footprints left in the snow. After following for a bit, the footprints turn into a mess. I look up and it continues, like there was a struggle. It leads off into an alley. I’m scared to look, but I can’t just leave. I don’t hear any struggling, and there may be someone who needs help.
I slowly walk towards the alley. I get more and more anxious as I do, but, taking a deep breath, go forwards to look and what’s happened.
I gasp lightly and quickly as I see someone still there, standing with their back faced to me. I can’t make out much, but they’re tall, even while being hunched over slightly with a long, wine red coat and brown hair. I don’t know what to say, if I should say anything, and stand there for a moment, before the person lowers their arms and a body drops besides them.
They turn their head towards me and our eyes meet. It fills me with a feeling of death and panic, but I still can’t move. I get the feeling it wouldn’t help to, regardless. My life is in their hands, and they for some reason decided to spare it. They move down the alleyway surprisingly quickly and disappear from sight.
My head spins. I realize I wasn’t even breathing the entire time they stood before me. My hands are shaking again, but this time they feel warm, not cold. I slowly look down again, and see more distinctly the girl in front of me. She’s laying against the brick wall in a way that makes me know she’s not alive anymore. Legs bent awkwardly, one arm below her and another out to the side. I didn’t need that to know though. There’s blood pooling around her.
It doesn’t seem real. It can’t be. I try to do anything, to move, speak, think, but nothing comes. My body won’t respond, my mind fixated on what’s in front of me but unable to process it. I take a step forward and kneel down to put a couple of my fingers into the blood crawling towards me. It stays, and finally forces me to acknowledge what happened. The smell of iron and oil overwhelms me and I feel myself losing consciousness
(I haven’t proofread this at all/am not going to cause I wanna play games--it's also a little messy cause of that
I’m going to write more to include people in the story as my reads though I’ve read nothing yet
I may live interact, will see)
“I met this guy named Wisp, as he growled at me I could hear thunder screaming loudly behind me. I couldn’t move I was frozen. There was only one thing I could do. I grabbed Wiisp’s arm and slammed him into the brick wall then ran as far away as I could. I’m definitely gonna get nightmares after tonight!”
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
nahAlison wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:39 amYou are outed wolf mate.Gira wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:39 amhm bad postAlison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 7:30 pmThIs is also scum.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
lmao so that's what u think of meGavial wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:41 am “I met this guy named Wisp, as he growled at me I could hear thunder screaming loudly behind me. I couldn’t move I was frozen. There was only one thing I could do. I grabbed Wiisp’s arm and slammed him into the brick wall then ran as far away as I could. I’m definitely gonna get nightmares after tonight!”
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
Soup - Deliciously making it warm - warmth - it's made - Delicious soup
[VOTE: Wisp] aubergine
Be glad I'm not RPing
[VOTE: Wisp] aubergine
Be glad I'm not RPing
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
ain't that the truth
anyways off to bed
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
being on the other end of a grand-stander isn't funGira wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:41 amnahAlison wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:39 amYou are outed wolf mate.Gira wrote: ↑Tue Sep 28, 2021 12:39 amhm bad postAlison wrote: ↑Mon Sep 27, 2021 7:30 pmThIs is also scum.
good luck with that, and sorry if you are town
Whether we live or die isn’t a big issue. If you focus on being alive, you develop fear.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Your eyes get clouded. But if you have no such feelings…
you are capable of fighting right to the end of the world.
Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
eh I liked #229 but I don't townread enough of your posts yet, don't know why you'd have a read on me yet
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Re: Baby Mafia (D1)
I shall have to make,
My reads and thought,
Between my take,
Of quotes I've caught.
My reads and thought,
Between my take,
Of quotes I've caught.
We can only trust the truth. Everything else is a lie.