**Welcome to “Weird Wild West” Mafia, a mafia/werewolf/psychopath set in a unique old west town.
This game designed for anyone to play. It is not targeted at veterans or newbies, so if you are interested, jump on in! A brief overview of the rules will follow in the following post.
Good news! I plan for the “Daytime” to be from Monday-Friday in this game, I know many play from work, so I want to make sure that the town has plenty of weekday time to play.
Anyway, here we go. Please, read the following introduction to get a basic understanding for the color of the game.
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1853.
Times were simpler then.
The tiny village of Weirdsville is a simple, peaceful town that consists of a relatively small population of peace loving individuals. It is populated by families, who take care of each other and look our for the common good. Evil had no place in their town and the villagers made sure that everyone knew it. Everywhere you look in town, there are various signs that hang as reminders of the simple morality the townspeople hold. Some signs say things like, “Love thy neighbor,” while another near the saloon says, “Drink only in moderation, if at all.”
Towns like Weirdsville are a safe haven for common goodness and a stern warning for evil. Nothing ever entered Weirdsville that was not aware of the goodness of life and the guarantee of peace that it ensured.
Until recently.
The entire town was recently shocked when, out of nowhere, there was a crime committed in Weirdsville. Late one night, the mayor’s 16 year old daughter, Lucille, disappeared. Lucille had a reputation that was pure, with not a single blemish on it. It was impossible that she could run away. A search party formed in the morning and returned with bad news.
Lucille was outside town. She was completely naked and she had been beaten badly….there were bruises all over her body. Whomever did it had then strung Lucille up by each limb in a tree. He head was torn off….as if sawed off with a serrated knife. It was inside a wrapped box on the ground below her body….like a horrifying Christmas gift. Large thorns were punctured through both eyes. Fresh, wet blood streamed down here face from the puncture wounds.
Her mouth hung open as if had been awake when they punctured her eyes, her last moments screaming. Inside her mouth, there was a note. It appeared to be written in her blood. It said:
More.
“Well,” said one townsperson, “Looks like them there rumors I been hearing is true!”
“What rumors? Speak plainly to us of these rumors!” replied another.
“Uh, gosh, I dunno. I just been hearing crazy things about……uh, them…you know….them….”
“Them who?” asked one townsperson.
“Uh….them….Crimson Thorns,” continued the townsperson, “Yeah, they some kind of…… ‘group’, I ‘spose. They go around targeting villages like us….don’t really know why. They almost always kill and they usually do so in a very unique way….it’s what they are known for. Thorns in the eyes sounds right, too. Think I heard they did that back in Mainsville as well. It has to be them.”
The town murmured a distinct sound of concern. Who were these Crimson Thorns? Did they want anything? What could be done? Were they already living among the townspeople?
Something had to be done and it had to be done as soon as possible. Weirdsville’s purity and innocence must be protected! The Crimson Thorns must be destroyed!
Sign-up sheet is below:
- Zeriel
- Storyteller
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