It had been strangely quiet for the past year. No deaths had been reported in the news, and no sightings of IT's owner or infamous host anywhere. He had been stuck on 24,999 posts for several months, at that. In essence, he had truly left behind the place he had tormented for years on end, and peace reigned supreme.

But all good things come to an end. 25,000 posts came. Then you opened your mailbox one day to find a court order. You were ordered (upon threat of death for non-compliance) to the home of the first ever game of Mafia for a return to the game of despair, The Somewhat Logical Game, Mafia. Some happily RSVP'd, being the ultimate masochists. Some didn't. But ultimately, 28 of you had appeared for your court ordered date with destiny, and a little over 60, as you had last heard, were being hauled off to the gallows to be hung.

You pitied those who had chosen to decline, like Tyrian Delirium, for not only would they die without being allowed to fight for their life, but because a hanging would ultimately be more painful than the swift death that awaits most in Mafia.

Fear not, for they will not be alone. The 60 departed (making this the most deadly game of Mafia ever), would be joined, by at least a few of you, and most likely all but four or five of you.

You try to recall the details of the court ordered letter, to make sense of the timing, but you keep drawing a blank.

As you enter the hallowed halls of the soon to be renovated hotel, you feel a chill. There's something unusual in the air this time, something that defies all common logic. You get the strange sense that this is the last time you will be entering here, and that you will never truly leave, either. But behind this, is a sense of calm. Of finality. Everything comes full circle, and your life, your death, all of it is meaningless when everything is completed.

You saunter up to your rooms, find the traditional hallways you once roamed (if you had before), and find them to be cordoned off. If you aren't sleeping in the traditional rooms, where are you sleeping? The climb continues, for hours. Outside, the building looked no taller than the average hotel, but as you climb, you find the stairs unending. Several times, you consider just going to the bottom to complain to customer service, but know it would do no good.

Together, as a group, you persist, feeling a sense of togetherness with what may be a dozen murderers, people who have killed you in previous games. They may be your enemy, but you all have one common enemy in common, that keeps you tied together, despite the bulls*** you have gone through. This enemy, is your universal hatred for the madman responsible. Leggy.

And speak of the devil, so shall he appear. As you are about to lose hope of ever seeing daylight again, you arrive on what appears to be the rooftop. And the first thing you see is Leggy sleeping in the moonlight. Alarmed that he would leave himself so vulnerable, you all begin to crowd him. With some luck, the only death that may be needed is his. If he is dead, you can all just go home. As you all try to suffocate him, some force repels you away, and his sleeping corpse is flung into the air, at the speed of sound.

As he is laying suspended, motionless in the air, you await something supernatural. And so it has begun. An ungodly shriek is let out, his eyes open, blood red, and for the first time in your life, you are actually afraid he will be the person outright killing you, rather than those you had been expecting. As he begins his descent, you consider just jumping off the building for a quick exit. This isn't worth it.

As you back away to the edges, however, you are greeted by the sight of pure darkness. You cannot see the ground. It appears as if the hotel is just a floating slab of stone in midair.

"What is this?" one of you yells.

"This, is the end." Leggy replies. "When this game is over, I will be killing whoever is left alive. Consider it my own act of vengeance, to those who have betrayed me, to those who have profited off of me."

"Well, where are we sleeping? It's impossible to play this game if none of us can be secretive!"

He doesn't even respond, audibly. He lazily rolls his eyes, and it is at this moment that you realize... there are tents on the roof. This game is being played on the roof, an inescapable prison. And even should you emerge victorious, you will be murdered by someone who can god-mod.

It really f***ing sucks to be you, right about now.

juuldude :
pacman1755 :
mrfe :
mvhupsel :
yoshirulez! :
Barathemos :
Morsalbus :
megamanmaniac :
Frodlex :
Snowdeath :
NovemberJoy :
deg2000 :
Popeye116 :
earthwarrior :
soxfan849 :
ZeroTails :
starwars293 :
Surgiac :
geeogree :
Zlinqx :
UserMike :
Blubcreator :
pokemon x :
A user of this :
mlb789 :
Seishiro Leonhart :
Furret :
Gamin'Gal :

I hope this summons all of you properly.

Anyway, I've had this story in mind for a while now, and I'm hoping it lives up to my vision of it. As always, night rounds will be relatively quick. Because of the sheer size of the pool, I'm going to implement a three day period for night round actions, until we dip below 20 players left, or so.

I'm looking forward to the massacre. Let's play a good clean game, and most of all, try to have fun in hell.

Also, if you have confusion about your role, or didn't get a PM, PM me instantly so I can give you an expedient response.

Best of luck, everyone, and may this game be one that lives up to the title.

Well, I was looking forward to this game because I might possibly survive & walk out alive but if Leggy intends to kill the survivors....

Here's to hoping everyone has a fun time leading up to their inevitable death..

In this sense, it really is about the journey. So everyone, be what you want, how you want, when you want to.

It's the only way to die.

yoshirulez! : It sounds like you want people like bystanders to be mafia and mafia to be bystanders for once if they want to be.

Either way good luck on whoever dies first since you don't have to be spared till the end and die anyways.

Good luck, have fun.

So the Big Guy has a master plan to crash this thread with no survivors? Well, you have me sold. Let the meme magic flow.

Good luck to us all. May the fire rise, and may the Edge God of IT kill us swiftly.

I really wish I would've read the fine print before signing the contract agreeing to participate :v This is why one should always read the terms&conditions before agreeing to something.

Well in that case does anyone besides Leggy actually win? Welp since it's inevitable I'll play my best and maybe I can work a deal with our most gracious IT Owner about keeping the survivors alive? I don't know if this even makes a difference but good luck everyone~

What if we're all secretly a Leggyist. Surely Leggy wouldn't kill his own followers right.

Interesting. It's been a long time since this has happened to me. I seem to remember getting out alive last time but it sounds like that might not happen this time around. We'll see how it goes but I'm hopeful that things can end well for me.

[edit] Also, favorite this thread so you don't miss anything that happens! [/edit]

So we're all gonna die, so I guess I'll just have fun with the game before I inevitably die :v. gg Leggy gg.

Also, thread favorited~

There's been some confusion.

I think it's pretty clear but just to be safe, it's a night round. The moon is out.

All night round roles PM me

Gamin' Gal: I think summon fail

Gamin'Gal :  
Third time's the charm?

Figures. Only I would take three summons to actually be summoned.

Damn, first game back and we're all dead regardless of what happens.

Well best of luck to all of you guys, and pray to god that you'll make it to the final round, because I will.

All I say about us dying.. #YOLO

Anyways, my response will be slow because I'm in the hospital right now.

Grand prize of death?

Yeah okay.

After many months of missing Mafia, we come back dead men/women anyway. Noice. Good luck everyone! There are no winners here.

Oh, wait, I just remembered something. I'M ALIVE! Woo!