So this will largely consist of random streams of consciousness and short stories and me working through ideas, as well as other random nonsense. So do not expect much of this to fit together. Today's installment will be a write-up of my adventures in the past Mafia game. This is my first life. Writer's Note: I never proofread. :B ----------- The echo of my boots clacking against the cobblestone streets rang out as I made my way home on that brisk, December night. I had just visited the home of Brendan Savem in my investigations into the recent Mafia killings that had been taking place in my town. After searching Brendan’s apartment thoroughly I had been able to deduce that he was in fact not Mafia, but that he was not exactly in his right mind. He had many Jester costumes lying about, and the various writings that were littered about were frightening to say the least. It was all so morbid and depressing; speaking of death and how that is the only way that he can “win in this game”. The fact that he considered life a game to be won is upsetting enough on its own, but that he felt dying was how he could win at it takes things to another level. What makes things even more uneasy is that, going through his writings I was able to realize that Brendan wanted his death to be achieved by someone else doing the dead for him. Truly a disturbing place his mind was in. Surely I would need to approach Brendan soon and discuss matters with him, see if he is alright. Whenever I have seen him around town he has seemed to be as dead-set on sniffing out and ending the Mafia as I have been. Perhaps we could work something out, or I can help him find a true purpose in his life through helping to protect innocents. I pulled out my notebook and added Brendan’s name to my shortlist of innocents, along with Elliot. It is always nice to know who to trust and not go after, but it is far nicer to know who for a fact is actually vile, Mafia scum. I do not like having to wrongly persecute innocents, whether they are detrimental to the integrity of the town or not. Sadly Blazi’s death fell under that category earlier this day. The day, however, was not a total loss. Both Joshawott and Riley acted very suspiciously and are my two prime suspects. I chose not to spend this night investigating either of them, however, for the simple reason that I feel that they can be caught during the day. It would appear that they both have already slipped up a decent bit, and if they are truly Mafia it will be made clear soon enough. Instead, I want to spend my precious nights looking into the lives of those that would prove harder to read. I do this either because they are very good at hiding their true motives, or simply because they do not socialize in the town enough to provide ample information to get a reading on them. Suddenly I heard a loud noise behind me. I jumped and turned around quickly to see a cat dart across the street away from some trashcans. I sighed in relief, wiping away the bead of sweat that had just formed on my forehead. I was a bit on edge, being the only person out at night with the Mafia running around. I decided to hurry along home and get to bed so that I could be of help at the town meeting in the morning and talk with Brendan. Speaking of Brendan, it was odd that when I stopped by his home he was not there. I was there at a very late hour and he was not home. Had he been a member of the Mafia, his absence would be accounted for. But that was not the case. As I pondered this odd happenstance I came to my humble estate. I fished my keys out of my pocket as I approached the door, only to find something amiss. My door was closed, but the locks were broken. Somebody had forced entry. I approached cautiously and slowly pushed open the door to my house. I stepped in, keeping my back to the wall and made my way to the light-switch. I flicked it, but nothing happened. Damn, they had cut my power. So it would appear that I was the target tonight, and not Brendan. I slowly made my way into the sitting room, making sure to check the corners as best I could and to be keen to keep my back to the wall. As I slowly made my way through the room, out of the shadows I saw movement. I was able to react quick enough to dodge the blade of a masked assailant. The blade imbedded in the wall where I previously was standing. I grabbed my attacker by the scruff, it was at which point I could tell I was dealing with a gentleman, I spun him and threw him over my couch. He tumbled across the room and to the floor. As he worked back to his feet, I dashed through my home towards the kitchen in hopes of finding something there with which to defend myself. As I entered the room, though, my back door was suddenly kicked in. I looked up to see another masked attacker rush in with a blade. They came out in force, it would appear. I grabbed a knife out of a drawer and brandished it at the Assassin. We circled each other and my attacker lunged, stabbing at me. I leapt back and to the side, narrowly avoiding another attack. As I tried to catch my breath and fend off the next attack I felt a piercing pain shoot through my back. My first attacker had fished his blade from the wall and gotten me from behind. This distraction allowed the other Mafia member to lunge in and stab my in the chest. They spotted each other now and withdrew their blades. I fell to the ground, two deep knife wound in my torso. I was bleeding really rather badly. What surprised me, though, was that my two murders began to attack one another. They struggled briefly before fleeing in separate directions. As I lie there, bleeding out from both my front and back, I realized that my attackers were acting against one another. They bought decided that tonight was the night of my demise. So there were two Mafias running around the city, things appeared far worse than I had previously thought. Damn it, I should have told somebody my findings before coming home. I got cocky, and it came back to bite me in the ass. At least with both Families coming after me, the death done to the town was greatly lessened. Nobody else had to suffer this evening. I do not really remember much after that, other than watching the pool of blood around me slowly seep outward towards my carpet. I am not exactly sure when I died; it is like sleep in that manner. You remember the moments leading up to it, but when you try to recall the shift in consciousness afterwards you cannot recall it happening. It just does. I thought I had died, but I remember one last thing. I opened my eyes, it was morning. Sunlight was streaming in through my broken backdoor, the splintered doorframe littered about, the nearer pieces soaked in blood. I heard a noise coming from the direction of my kitchen table. I tried to turn my head, but had no strength to do so. “Oh, don’t do that. I’ll come to you,” a male voice stated politely to me. I heard a chair push back and a cup be placed down on a saucer. The person walked over to me and bent down. As he came into view I came to see the visage of my dear friend Shocari. I was puzzled as to why he was in my home, seeing me in this state and doing nothing. My blood-loss addled mind had me thinking slowly, as it took him telling me to realize that he was Mafia. “However, I did not kill you,” he started. “No, I knew somebody else would take care of you. Instead I went after Brendan, and it would appear that I gave him his wish no less. The man seemed far too cheery for me to do him in.” I cussed to myself, saddened that Brendan had in-fact been done in this past night. “No matter, though. Two of my biggest threats are out of the way. I just need to be sure that my partner doesn’t slip up and out himself. He’s new to this whole thing, but so long as he’s smart things will go alright,” he said as he stood back up and straightened the wrinkles in his suit. I don’t believe he intended to, but Sho essentially told me who his partner was; none other than the new man in town, ShinyZekrom. Sho smiled down at me, “Well, I guess this is goodbye old friend. I have some grand designs for this town and you getting taken out by the competition was just step one. I’m sure the townfolk will come spot your body soon enough and give you a proper burial.” Things faded back out again, and this time I did not awaken for quite a bit longer. Though, this second time things were a quite a bit different.