mini 620 - pxm - GAME OVER
Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:55 am
It began to rain over Springfield, Missouri. This was, of course, a very common occurrence – it had rained many times over the past several months, and this really surprised no one at all. But it was extremely bothersome for MeMe, who was still walking along in the rain, in Cooper Park, across from the cemetery and only a very short distance from her house. She had no umbrella, you see, and it was very rainy, very suddenly. She began to run in the direction of her house, hoping that she did not get to wet, and hoping even more that she did not fall.
She continued to run until finally she was running through the cemetery. Of course, she was careful to take a path that avoided any of the numerous tombstones, but it was difficult to concentrate on getting out of the rain and getting through the cemetery at the same time. Perhaps, she thought, I should've merely taken a slightly longer route that completely avoided the cemetery, as she continued to run. She came to a very small tombstone, almost too small to see – and tripped on it. Landing in the wet grass, her body ached, and she began to get back up.
As she got back up, she noticed a dark vehicle slowly driving toward the cemetery. It was a hearse. Was someone being buried here today? Best to get out quietly, she thought. She scrooched down and began to slowly slide away on her now-soaked knees. Someone exited the hearse – a young woman she didn't recognize. The woman began to walk toward her, her black trench coat blowing in the wind. “MeMe,” the woman shouted, “It's over!”
“Who are you?” called out MeMe, a feeling of confusion and fear rising up within her. She got up, still clutching a bit of grass.
“MeMe,” the woman began, “I'm Ether. I'm ending this right now.”
“Ending what?” asked MeMe, feeling extremely scared.
“That game, the one Xyzzy is running. You know what I'm talking about. That game is a travesty to all that is good about Mafia – the rules are absurd, constricting, and not Mafia. Plus, he's banned rantbuddies! What's up with that? I want you to end that game now, MeMe. So go home, get on your computer, and tell him he's not running it. Alright?”
“No,” replied MeMe, slowly walking toward Ether. “I don't feel that's at all necessary.”
“Fine, then, MeMe,” cackled Ether, pulling out a gun. “Are you ready to die for that?”
“Don't shoot! I'm not shutting it down, what's wrong with you?!?”
A red stain slowly began to cover the tombstone that MeMe had earlier tripped on.
“Operative number one, do you copy?” said Ether into a walkie talkie. “She refused to comply. We're going to have to take a more direct route.” As she pushed a small blue button on the walkie talkie, the hearse was destroyed in a small explosion, and after several minutes a limo drove up to the edge of the cemetery. She stepped into the vehicle, and without speaking a word, was driven to Xyzzy's house.
He wasn't home.
~~~
Several dozen vehicles arrived at several dozen houses the next morning. In those houses were several dozen people who in turn got in the several dozen cars, not quite sure why the angry-looking people were forcing them to get in. They were summarily driven to Xyzzy's house, and were read the following message:
These were those assembled:
She continued to run until finally she was running through the cemetery. Of course, she was careful to take a path that avoided any of the numerous tombstones, but it was difficult to concentrate on getting out of the rain and getting through the cemetery at the same time. Perhaps, she thought, I should've merely taken a slightly longer route that completely avoided the cemetery, as she continued to run. She came to a very small tombstone, almost too small to see – and tripped on it. Landing in the wet grass, her body ached, and she began to get back up.
As she got back up, she noticed a dark vehicle slowly driving toward the cemetery. It was a hearse. Was someone being buried here today? Best to get out quietly, she thought. She scrooched down and began to slowly slide away on her now-soaked knees. Someone exited the hearse – a young woman she didn't recognize. The woman began to walk toward her, her black trench coat blowing in the wind. “MeMe,” the woman shouted, “It's over!”
“Who are you?” called out MeMe, a feeling of confusion and fear rising up within her. She got up, still clutching a bit of grass.
“MeMe,” the woman began, “I'm Ether. I'm ending this right now.”
“Ending what?” asked MeMe, feeling extremely scared.
“That game, the one Xyzzy is running. You know what I'm talking about. That game is a travesty to all that is good about Mafia – the rules are absurd, constricting, and not Mafia. Plus, he's banned rantbuddies! What's up with that? I want you to end that game now, MeMe. So go home, get on your computer, and tell him he's not running it. Alright?”
“No,” replied MeMe, slowly walking toward Ether. “I don't feel that's at all necessary.”
“Fine, then, MeMe,” cackled Ether, pulling out a gun. “Are you ready to die for that?”
“Don't shoot! I'm not shutting it down, what's wrong with you?!?”
A red stain slowly began to cover the tombstone that MeMe had earlier tripped on.
“Operative number one, do you copy?” said Ether into a walkie talkie. “She refused to comply. We're going to have to take a more direct route.” As she pushed a small blue button on the walkie talkie, the hearse was destroyed in a small explosion, and after several minutes a limo drove up to the edge of the cemetery. She stepped into the vehicle, and without speaking a word, was driven to Xyzzy's house.
He wasn't home.
~~~
Several dozen vehicles arrived at several dozen houses the next morning. In those houses were several dozen people who in turn got in the several dozen cars, not quite sure why the angry-looking people were forcing them to get in. They were summarily driven to Xyzzy's house, and were read the following message:
These were those assembled:
Roles will be randomized and sent out in a moment.
zu_faul will replace me should I disappear.
zu_faul will replace me should I disappear.