Once upon a time, there were four kids, who were called Pete, Sue, Ed, and Loo Perversie. Their parents sold them to an old Professor for medical purposes – well, actually, they rented them, we don't want to exaggerate. The professor, who had bought his title on eBay, was living literally on the ass of the word, far, far away from the nearest police station. One morning, the kids were carefully wrapped into craft paper, and sent to the Professor's home through the mail.
This is were we're going to stop ripping of passages of the book through, because as soon as the Professor finished unwrapping them, he was suddenly hit by a heart attack. Just like that. A few seconds later, he lay dead on the floor.
"Hey," Ed said. "I read the whole book, and this is not supposed to happen. I think the author screwed up."
"Cool!" Loo smiled, and happily kicked the Professor's corpse in the butt. Loo had what one could call an unhealthy obsession with death, to the point that she had spent the majority of her time in her mother's womb trying to strangle herself with the umbilical cord.
Sue, who was not quite as insane, was staring at the dead professor in shock. "Loo..." she grabbed her sister by the arm and pulled her away from the corpse. "I don't think..."
But she couldn't finish her sentence, because she was interrupted by a deep and powerful voice. It was the author.
Shut up everyone. I'm going to change the story.
"___!" Ed spat. "Does this mean we read the whole _____ book for no reason?"
Yes. Instead of telling a fictional story of a bunch of kids who hallucinate about a magical land, we'll use that land to play a little game called mafiascum. You will magically know all the rules, because I am too lazy to explain them. Now go through the closet.
"..." Pete shivered, but like all of his siblings, he was incapable of resisting the order which the almightly lector had given them.
As they crawled deeper and deeper into the closet, and the 90th's cloths were slowly replaced by trees and snow, each of the kids had its own way of dealing with things. Sue was in denial; being the most normal out of the kids meant being the most rational, and she just wasn't ready to put up with the prospect of incoming death. Loo, of course, practically beamed in anticipation. Ed saw both a threat and an opportunity in this situation: if he played it just right, he would be able to get rid of several of his annoying siblings, and make a lot of money in the process (the author hadn't said anything about money, but Ed was convinced that there was some way to make profit out of almost anything).
For Pete, meanwhile, the now pending threat of death was mixed with a large amount of self discovery and, to a lesser extent, shame. Most people thought of him as reckless, generally unpleasent, and not smart enough to be afraid of something. Deep down in his heart, however, he was reckless, generally unpleasent, and just barely intelligent enough to feel scared. Right now, he felt that the only thing that could effectively ditract him from his own misery was mocking his little brother, so he randomly grabbed Ed's head and pressed it into the snow.
"Blmbbnmmmpfpff..."
"This is all your fault", Pete spat. "And you're useless. I bet even this piece of air here has a stronger role than you have."
And he may have been right.
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Topic: M57: Blarnia Mafia (Game Over, Mafia Wins!) (Read 41986 times)