Sign up thread - Mafia 66: Farmers versus the Railroad
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rule update - (I will add it in the game thread).
The Secret Council Members are secret - if any member of the council comes out and claims to be a member or confirms they are a member or even hints that they are a member, they will be killed off. The Secret Council does not exist.
Two rules: 1. There is no secret council. 2. There is no secret council.
The Secret Council Members are secret - if any member of the council comes out and claims to be a member or confirms they are a member or even hints that they are a member, they will be killed off. The Secret Council does not exist.
Two rules: 1. There is no secret council. 2. There is no secret council.
Don't wait on me, I'm sitting this one out and maybe the next few.
Would be nice to actually see this many posts in the actual game by certain players.
Would be nice to actually see this many posts in the actual game by certain players.
It hasn't? "Am I stepping into the twilight zone? Place is a madhouse....."
Women, can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em and bury them in the backyard.
:huh:
John, don't be so hard. Kashta does count as a whole player. :grinno:
The plow rocked to the right and then jerked forward, almost pulling Annies arms out of his sockets. "Arrrr!" he cried. "Go easy girl! I can't grow em back if you pull em out, can I?" AndiesNotOk turned her broad, sweaty, empty face up to a sky full of low hanging clouds and honked laughter. Christ, but she even sounded like a donkey. Yet it was laughter, human laughter. Annie wondered, as he sometimes couldn't help doing, if that laughter meant anything. Did she understand some of what he was saying, or did she only respond to his tone of voice? Did any of the ruint ones-
But before he could finish the thought, a premonition came. He felt a sinking in his heart. The news of the Railroad would come while I'm out here, he thought. Out in this godforsaken patch where nothing is well and all luck is bad. It was time wasn't it? Overtime.
But before he could finish the thought, a premonition came. He felt a sinking in his heart. The news of the Railroad would come while I'm out here, he thought. Out in this godforsaken patch where nothing is well and all luck is bad. It was time wasn't it? Overtime.
"Good day, sir" said a loud and toneless voice from behind him. The owner of the voice ignored Annies scream of surprise. "Pleasant days, and may they be long upon this earth. I am here from a wandering, and at your service."
Annie whirled around, saw JohnLarson standing there- and was then almost jerked flat as his sister took another of her large lurching steps forward. The plow's hame-traces were pulled from his hands and flew around his throat with an audible snap. Andie, unaware of this potential disaster, took another sturdy step forward. When she did, Annies wind was cut off. He gave a whooping, gagging gasp and clawed at the straps. All of this JohnLarson watched with his usual large and meaningless smile.
Andie jerked forward again and Annie was pulled off his feet. He landed on a rock that dug savagely into the cleft of his buttocks, but at least he could breath again. For the moment anyway. Damned unlucky field! Always had been! Always would be!
Annie snatched hold of the leather straps before it could pull tight around his throat again and yelled, "Hold ye idiot! Hold if you don't want me to twist yer useless teets from the front of yer!" Andie halted agreeably enough and looked back to see what was what. Her smile broadened. She lifted one heavily muscled arm -it glowed with sweat- and pointed. "JohnLarson!" she said. "Johnlarson's come!"
Annie whirled around, saw JohnLarson standing there- and was then almost jerked flat as his sister took another of her large lurching steps forward. The plow's hame-traces were pulled from his hands and flew around his throat with an audible snap. Andie, unaware of this potential disaster, took another sturdy step forward. When she did, Annies wind was cut off. He gave a whooping, gagging gasp and clawed at the straps. All of this JohnLarson watched with his usual large and meaningless smile.
Andie jerked forward again and Annie was pulled off his feet. He landed on a rock that dug savagely into the cleft of his buttocks, but at least he could breath again. For the moment anyway. Damned unlucky field! Always had been! Always would be!
Annie snatched hold of the leather straps before it could pull tight around his throat again and yelled, "Hold ye idiot! Hold if you don't want me to twist yer useless teets from the front of yer!" Andie halted agreeably enough and looked back to see what was what. Her smile broadened. She lifted one heavily muscled arm -it glowed with sweat- and pointed. "JohnLarson!" she said. "Johnlarson's come!"
