USH Mafia #34 - The "I Love the 80's" Mafia / Day 1 OpeningKeith lay on his bed, hands behind his head, looking around at his room. The walls were adorned with movie and TV posters, the shelves covered over with action figures.
"My room is awesome," he said, "The 80's are soooo cool! It would be so cool if all this stuff were real. That would..beeee...ZZZZZZZZZZ."
He drifted off to sleep in mid-sentence and soon began to dream.The tall figure walked into the library at Shermer High School and looked over the ones gathered in front of him. They were a motley assortment of people. Nerds, jocks, the cute chick, some crazy guy who looks like a terrorist in a blue hood -all of them, here for whatever reason. What an experience this was going to be.
"Listen up!!" the tall figure yelled out. "Alright people, my name is Mr. G. Some of you know me and some of you don't. I don't care one bit who does and who doesn't. You all are here to play a game. Some of you may enjoy it, others may not."
"Excuse me G." replied a short hairy figure.
"That's
Mr. G., ALF." he growled back, "What do ya want?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to know if you're gonna be servin' meals everyday, 'cause I get real hungry. Any cats around here?"
"You'll eat when I say you eat - ya here?" bellowed
Mr. G.Back in the back row of seats, a hand shot up and
Mr. G. looked over at the man raising it. He nodded and said, "What is it, Skolnick?"
Lewis Skolnick slowly lowered his hand and replied, "Um, excuse me, hi, um... Mr. G., we were, Gilbert and I, we were wondering if we were going to spending the whole time in the library. If we are, we have no problem with that."
Gilbert Lowe nodded his head and smiled innocently as a large man in the row next to them looked over at them and his eye twitched as he sneered menacingly.
"NEEEEERRRRRDDDDSSSS!!!!!!" growled
Ogre as he slowly stood up and stared them down.
"Easy, easy....grab some wood there, bub," said
Mr. G. "Yes, people, you will spend the day time in here, but at night, you are free to roam the halls and do what you want within the confines of this game. When you come back here in the morning, you'll be voting to give some one the boot. Hopefully ya pick the right one. Who ever wins in the end, will be declared The True Icon of the decade. Whatever the hell that means for ya. If it was up to me, you'd all lose. You're all the same to me no matter what ya stand for. But that's just my opinion, which I'm restricted to per the moderator."
The group of people all sat and stared up at him. One of them,
Cobra Commander, stood up and pointed at him defiantly.
"You can't tell me what to do!" he yelled. "Thisssss isss no place for me. I demand to be treated asssss a sssurperior! You have no -"
"Sit down, you blue hooded freak," replied an unintimidated
Mr. G."Sssssorry,"
Cobra Commander said softly as he sat down.
"Alright people, let's get this going. Start voting!"
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It is now day. There are 5 votes needed for a lynch. The day will end at 11pm tonight. You're suspects are...
1. Matt Wantuck
2. Jimmy Wahl
3. Gabe Sosa
4. Thundaga Smith
5. Wolfwood
6. Westsidah
7. DocDoom
8. Nelson Hawkins
9. Tony Cirillo
Enjoy!!
