Mafia 2: Citizens Strike Back!
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I vote mango
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I vote mango
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Mango
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I vote mango12.
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I vote mango
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Wise. I think I know what juice you have been drinking. MANGO JUICE.
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Well mango at least you can join us at the ghostville bar tonight!
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Well, Mango, your time is up. It seems that despite all you've done for Turfville, the people have turned against you. Not even an undercover detective is safe in this town anymore, it seems. I guess you did your best, but perhaps the lack of juice at the bar made some of our townsfolk act irrationally. In any case, you've joined the ghostville club, and given the mafia a chance to retaliate.
BEGIN NIGHT PHASE
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Welcome to da club man
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You bastards 😭😭
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Bump
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Bump
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Hey guys, so apparently it's been two days. I must have been going heavy on the juice last night cause I completely spaced it. >_>
This story's gonna be a big one, so I'll post it next. In the mean time, have some juice and relax.
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Last night, our newest non-resident PigOfSteel was hanging out in the bar, drinking whatever it is steel pigs drink, when suddenly someone sits next to him and orders a drink. The man introduces himself as Clint Crawford, a resident of Turfville. The two strike up friendly conversation for a while, talking about the local Turfville Football Club, which has just reached the playoffs, among other things.
A while later, another man sits next to Clint, whispering something into his ear, then leaves. "Sorry about that," Clint says, "That was just Goat."
"Well what did he say?" Pig asks warily.
"The Mafia's making a move." Clint responds simply, "They do most nights. Just be wary not to get in their way."
They continue on their conversation, say their goodbyes, and head their seperate ways. -
As Pig is walking back to his apartment, he comes across a man in a simple jacket and jeans, standing solemnly on the sidewalk. He introduces himself, but the man doesn't respond, or even acknowledge Pig's prescence. He tries again, but the man doesn't even blink. Pig pokes him gently, and he topples forward, landing flat on his face and revealing a bullet wound in his back.
Shocked, Pig tries dialing the police on his cell phone. Shortly after he presses "send", he hears a soft vibrate sound from the man's jacket. Pig nervously pulled out the phone from the dead man's pocket, seeing his own phone number on the caller ID. Swearing under his breath, Pig runs into the hotel for help. -
Paramedics arrive and pronounce the man dead on the spot. The man is later identified as Detective Novas, killed by the Mafia earlier that evening.
BEGIN DAY PHASE
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BUT WHO WAS PHONE
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Wolfe Brothers wrote:
Duhhhh... Steel Pigs drink apple juice. What else?Last night, our newest non-resident PigOfSteel was hanging out in the bar, drinking whatever it is steel pigs drink, when suddenly someone sits next to him and orders a drink. The man introduces himself as Clint Crawford, a resident of Turfville. The two strike up friendly conversation for a while, talking about the local Turfville Football Club, which has just reached the playoffs, among other things.
A while later, another man sits next to Clint, whispering something into his ear, then leaves. "Sorry about that," Clint says, "That was just Goat."
"Well what did he say?" Pig asks warily.
"The Mafia's making a move." Clint responds simply, "They do most nights. Just be wary not to get in their way."
They continue on their conversation, say their goodbyes, and head their seperate ways. -
I vote dovahkin
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I still think killing Wolfie an electing a new mayor is the best plan. But what do I l know, I can't even vote.
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I'm afraid you silly detectives gave yourselves away very early in the game. My living counterparts knew who you all were the whole time! Good luck civilians, you guys are next (insert ghostly evil laugh here)
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(Mwahaha)
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Damn, should have stolen that guys phone. It was a Iphone 6 Beta realise!
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Silencing the meetinghouse with deafening noise, a shot is fired from the shotgun held in the hands of The Pimp! The entire congregation turns to Pimp, then to the person he was aiming at- Dovahkin slowly looks down at the hole in his chest, then falls backwards, nearly landing on Pig in the process. The town medic (not the Medic, he's dead) came by, but there was nothing he could do...
...Especially after we found a mafia issue Python revolver in his jacket!
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rojo2017 wrote:
I still think killing Wolfie an electing a new mayor is the best plan. But what do I l know, I can't even vote.
See, it's comments like these that explain why you're dead. This isn't a democracy.
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Wolfe Brothers wrote:
Hey, if memory serves me right I was the last surviving mafia.rojo2017 wrote:
I still think killing Wolfie an electing a new mayor is the best plan. But what do I l know, I can't even vote.
See, it's comments like these that explain why you're dead. This isn't a democracy.
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Ok dovahkin and bad turf has been killed on this page
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Ugh, damn you assassins. But now, there are no assassins and no detectives left. BWAHAHA!
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We shall win this game 😈
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Really? I hope you do, because then you have to pay for the double pint of apple juice
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