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Sinisterly a cursor superimposed on the star map blinks three times and engenders a question whether you'd like to browse the mafia or flashdance section, followed by an interactive menu of reasonably priced beverages and food, obscenely overpriced drugs, and something free called lloro; to snap you out of perplexing over what a troupe under the sun's spotlight is dancing to. You yes mafia, hamburger with french fries and pumpkin-seed-oiled lettuce salad, a slice of black forest cherry cake, a crossbreed of northern lights and sensi star called Polaris Aurora and lloro because yolo.
Upon navigating its interface you probe the ongoing game's progress, hoping to find indications for an expeditious rage quit, 'Pula Mafia | Host: FourFace | Co-host: Chelkael | AI: Commodore 0.66 | Karma-sponsor: Subaru - buy one when and if you can afford it' when a live incoming video post prompts for permission to be screened. As you try to figure out how to raise the volume the waitress arrives with wireless headphones and a bowl of hazelnuts you assume you didn't order. Apparently your drugs are genetically engineered into them and there's no smoking in the Womb.
She hands you a halo (the term used to describe 3d holographic technology from here on out, maybe never again) flyer and the lloro, a salve, you reckon needs to be smeared on your infraorbitals judging by her gestures, to jog the lachrymals MmmKay.
'That game is hosted by FourFace. People love him here but he has been banned from virtually every forum mafia site, notorious for a brand of insane trolling. Ether conditioned the setup but he circumvented it, the Netherworld is unhappy about his style and unless Chelie keeps him in check it's gonna be a clusterfuck. Don't say I didn't warn you.'
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
'Anyway, its flavor pays homage to our ex chief of police who ascended last night - you've heard the news yeah - and some of the other local personalities he congregated with. If you win you get made into the same family as NJ, as his sibling. According to Commodore you'll have an estimated potential of cutting back stupidity on Earth by 0.9%' You leave a very generous tip. 'Andaah, don't tell anyone I told you this buuut.. Valhalla will be watching. Make it 10, by some miracle off-chance, and you're in'
*offers it back
'No need for a tip if you promise to remember me when you're high, rich, powerful and famous. Here's my DNA'
*kisses you, transitions into a conspiratory look while plucking a strand of hair, tying a hangman's knot, wrapping it around your neck and winking as she leaves.
The front side of the holo reads 'OCI Times' featuring 'The philosophy of gravity, an AllHailHydraGod lecture @ The WOMB, ETA: 20 minutes' and according to the map on the back there are vitrines with souvenirs (which display pajamas, bucket hats, hammerheads, "VFM" brand smartphones, hacky sacks, various balls including little green bouncy ones, frisbees, skateboards, books, posters and budgerigars? The merchant informs you of their housebroken manners and you fiddle with the idea of getting one once you've taken a leak), bathroom (where you try on the nox-themed bucket hat you bought and decide it looks good on your mirror image), arcade (Broodwar), swimming pool, sauna, yoga / martial-art / art dojo, 'green plague'(?), 'footsal and 'dodgeball' courts, massage parlor (you definitely would), a cozy live band / poetry slam / board game / drama club (where there's rather too much onion-chopping and loco shouting going on for your taste), a complimentary shrink (you feel you might need after having witnessed what went on in the club), two VIP storage rooms labeled 'ABC' and 'R. Gates' and a clandestine reward den at your service downstairs, while a library / observatory / church / mashup-movie theater equipped with hammocks serves your food in 15 minutes (which you spend checking out the ground floor, then proceed) upstairs.