Game of Mafia
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Thread Topic: Game of Mafia
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Jonas was starting to wake up, hearing voices all around him. He twitched in alarm when he felt a sharp poke on his arm and almost fell out of his chair. A girl with a slightly unkempt mane of hair was staring at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
Kenyatta had poked the waking man. "It takes a second to really wake up," she explained. "Do you have any idea where we are?"
Jonas groaned in reply and let his mop of shoulder-length blond hair to cover his face, shielding his eyes from the fluorescent light. -
(Thank you)
Suddenly a voice sounded. It was a cold and smooth voice, like a flavorless ice cream.
"Welcome, all of you," the Narrator said. "You all must be wondering why you're here."
"No kidding," Cobalt muttered.
"We're going to play a little game. Bur first, all of you must share with each other your first names only."
"And any disobedience will be immediately treated with death." -
Chills ran down Eric's spine.
Cleo on the other hand was delighted by this! Despair was something she longed for. Despair was all Cleo wanted.
"I’ll go first!” Cleo chirped cheerfully. “My name's Cleo.”
“Totally a good time to be enthusiastic.” Eric muttered.
Cleo shot Eric a look that warned him to be quiet.
“Unlike you, I actually like opening up to people instead of hiding in the dark.” Cleo snapped.
Eric just rolled his eyes and looked at each person with caution. Hopefully these people wouldn't hurt him.
“Eric. Lets leave it at that.” He grunted.
Cleo raised an eyebrow but said nothing else as she took her seat on the floor. -
Kenyatta bit her lip. She hated bending to the will of whatever twisted person was behind all this, but she didn't have much of a choice. "Kenyatta," she said simply.
"Jonas," the blond replied, shaking his head to move his hair out of his face. -
"Cobalt," he said.
"Very good," the Narrator said. "Now, we're going to play a little game I'm sure you've all heard of. Mafia. Now, three of you have done something against the Mafia, whether you knew it or not. Two of you are Mafia. If anyone doesn't know the rules, don't worry, you'll learn soon enough." -
Kenyatta studied the people around her. What had she done to offend any of these people? Maybe they were the families of the people she had arrested in past days or a loose end that swore revenge. She hated to think of it.
"Who are you anyway?" Jonas snapped viciously to the voice. "What twisted part of you is satisfied by making pawns of us?" -
"Someone not to be trifled with," the Narrator said in a stern voice.
Cobalt raised his eyebrows at that, partly to see what Jonas's reaction to that would be. -
Kenyatta pursed her lips. He'd proven at least one thing. The narrator was not an automated message and was responding to them in real time. How they were connected to some form of audio in the room was a different question. Perhaps they were close by and connected by wires. If there was a way to shut off the electricity, maybe...
Jonas scowled. "So that's it then? You're just going to hide away so you can mess with our heads? You won't win, you know." -
The Narrator ignored him. "Every day, you will discuss who you think the Mafia is. No one may reveal their role in the game. At the end of the day you will inform me of your decision. The person you have chosen will die. Then at night, after you are all asleep, first the Mafia will arise and choose who to kill, then the doctor, who will choose who to save, and then the detective, who discovers the role of one person. You all know what role you are already."
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A smile ran across Cleo's face.
"Oh, how joyful that is! But what happens if someone who isn't the mafia kills someone?" Cleo asked.
Eric just stared at her dumbfounded. He wasn't pointing fingers, but Cleo seemed a bit suspicious. Then again, it could just be a sick personality she had.
"What happens if we vote the wrong person?" Eric asked. -
"Then they die because they haven't followed the rules. And if you vote a person who's not Mafia out, that person that was voted out dies.
Cobalt looked at Cleo with a 'what in the world' look on his face. "Joyful? "We've been kidnapped and are frankly probably likely to die, and you're joyful?" -
"Thank ya, dear voice!" Cleo called out.
Cleo then looked at Cobalt and smirked.
"We're all obviously not escaping this nightmare anytime soon. One person is bound to die eventually. What point is it to sulk around and cry? Why not be joyful that you're alive right now!" Cleo exclaimed. -
Kenyatta eyed Cleo with unease. Even if she wasn't a Mafia, she was asking very suspicious questions which made her reluctant to be in a room with her, no matter what her role was. "Listen, m-maybe we could take some time to get to know each other."
Jonas would have snapped at Cleo, but honestly, getting on anyone's bad side was the last thing he needed right now. Besides, who was he to tell her not to be cheerful? It was her choice.
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