A phD in modding:
Stunt double and Backup mod:
Day One Lynch one Day two
Twistedspoon lay on the couch watching television as he reached for another profiterole.
'How can Michael McIntyre be so funny yet so annoying?' he thought to himself. Such a mystery
'SPOON!' He heard a voice cry.
'Oh hey, Papa.' Twistedspoon replied.
'That's Papa Zito to you, spoon!' said PZ, 'Now, I'm here because your mini normal has been in signups for days and You've still yet to do your flavour. I'm not a happy camper at all.'
Twistedspoon had completely forgotten. 'flavour? Mini normal?'
Then it dawned on him.
He had left it until the last minute again.
'You have 10 minutes before I suspend your mini normal' PZ continued.
Twistedspoon looked at his playerlist. Hoppster, Animorpherv... There was no-way he was managing this ragtag group. Seriously. Hoppster? They must be having a laugh.
'Nope.' interjected Twistedspoon
'Because if you don't get it done before Mama zito comes home, I'm giving your mini normal to Hikari.' PZ replied
Twistedspoon spat out his coffee in a comedic fashion
'I'm on it!' He blurted as he dashed out of the living room to his desk.
Changing his desktop background would have to wait. The internet is serious business.
slapping on a Talking heads soundtrack and logging in he thought 'But how am I going to get flavour in 10 minutes?'
Then it dawned on him
The Flavour within the Flavour wrote:Burnely. A town with High crime rates, an unskilled workforce and where no-one trust each other. Perfect for the setting of a mafia game
Well that isn't quite true. One Person was rather well respected in the town. His name was Sir T. Spoon
every morning Sir spoon would go for him daily stroll to greetings from the townspeople
'A fine morning to you sir spoon'
'Why thankyou Sir Faraday' Sir Spoon would reply
'G'day spoon'
'Hello to you too Drench'
'Hiya Spoon'
'Hello Nobody Special. oops. Uh, I didn't mean that Tragedy'
'And where are you off to this morrow?'
'Why, I have an appointment with Dr Shotty today' Sir Spoon answered.
Dr shotty slammed down the phone.
'THERE IS NO WAY I'M HAVING A CLIENT CALLED PLAGUE!' he shouted down the receiver
Being a doctor was getting worse each day, for sure, but having to deal with the plague? That was just too far.
'Ah, Sir Spoon' Dr Shotty said as spoon walked in
'Hiya Doc. So what's on the agenda today?' Spoon asked
'Well Spoon, we seem to have a problem.'
Dr Shotty led Sir spoon to the autopsy room
'You see,' Dr Shotty said as he whipped the white sheet from the still body
Fate, VI: Killed pre-game(mod note: sorry, but I've always wanted to read that )
'If you look here we have a 6 inch incision into the pulmonary vein. What we didn't expect to find was this.'
Dr Shotty pulled a small silver spoon with a crimson tip from his breast pocket.
'You know what this means, Spoon old boy?'
'Fate has yet to learn how to use cutlery?'
'No... well yes... I mean...' Dr Shotty sighed. They didn't pay him enough for this job
'No, Spoon. The town mafia are back. You can see their emblem on the handle of the spoon'
'By Jove, you're right,' Spoon gasped, 'Do not fear Doc Shotty; I shall save the day.'
And with that Sir Spoon rushed from the hospital
'Dr Shotty shook his head again. 'Let him go' he thought.
'Right. Who's next?' Asked Doc Shotty, flicking through his schedule
'Lynchmeplz? Is there a mr.Lync-'
Doc Shotty, Townie: Lynched pre-game
well, He asked for it