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[Toaster]

Holy necro batman!

[ToonyMan]

Oh god my past shame.  I've always wanted to put considerable time in a real mafia-style VN, but that's a lot of work.  Especially if you want to make multiple branches.

[Vector]

Ooh, please more fanfic, Wubba darlin'!

[Tiruin]

...Watching this!

Never knew Mafia had fanfiction.

[webadict]

...Watching this!

Never knew Mafia had fanfiction.

We have lots of things.

Spoiler: Chapter 1 (click to show/hide)

“You’ve got to do something about him.”

Mr. Mephansteras leans back in his chair. The student body president stands across the desk from him. Her face betrays her dismayed agreement. Vector adjusts her glasses.

“I know.”

Mephansteras folds his hands together. “He won’t ruin the prom this year. I don’t care what you have to do.”

“I will do everything in my power--”

“No. You will make sure nothing happens.”

A call comes in from the secretary. “Sir, you have a Mr. Senic on the line. Shall I transfer him?”

“Yes, thank you, Jim.” He motions Vector away. “I trust you’ll solve the issue, Vector.”

Vector exits the principal’s office, greeting Jim at the secretary’s desk.

“The prom?” Jim asks, typing away at his computer.

“Yeah.”

“Web?”

She sighs, clearly irritated. “Yep.”

Jim stops and looks at Vector. “Good luck.” He resumes typing.

“Thanks, Mr. Groovester.” She leaves through the door, only to be greeted by a familiar annoyance.

“Ex-President Vector!” Ford shouts, saluting.

Vector rubs her temples. “Hey, Ford.”

“Ah ah ah. Captain Ford.”

“You’re the next Student Body President. You’re not a captain.”

“I’ve already set about a petition to temporarily rename the position to Captain during my reign. I’ll bring up the motion at the next meeting with the signatures of those that agree.”

Vector rolls her eyes and starts walking to class. Ford follows her.

“Ford, what do we have planned to stop Web?”

“For prom? A three-man security team guarding the front, four two-man security teams patrolling the grounds, sentries positioned at all exits and entrances, and I, personally, will be watching him.”

“You’re not going to prom?”

“My date was unable to attend.”

“Oh. Sure.” He wasn’t able to get one.

At that moment, Vector and Ford see Web walking toward them. He smiles his stupid I’m-up-to-something smile and waves. “Hey, Vector. Ford. What’s up?”

The two say nothing. Web passes them. “That’s cool. Hope you’re ready for prom...”

Vector makes it to her locker. On it are a couple invitations to prom.

“Popular as always,” Ford comments. Vector removes them and hands them to Ford.

Vector opens her locker. All of her locker’s contents dump onto the floor. Vector looks, bemused, at the mess on the ground. The spring-loaded back of the locker swings rhythmically.

Through gritted teeth, she says, “Web!”

[Griffionday]

And now you have me thinking of how to write my story: confessions of a paranoid cop.  It'll be like a detective story with no real resolution.

[webadict]

And now you have me thinking of how to write my story: confessions of a paranoid cop.  It'll be like a detective story with no real resolution.

Everything has a resolution. Some of them just aren't very clear.

[Griffionday]

The narrator is lynched day 3, so the plot as a whole isn't resolved.

[webadict]

Spoilers, man!

But, nothing wrong with that. That's how the story goes.

[Captain Ford]

The narrator is lynched day 3, so the plot as a whole isn't resolved.

That happened in GlyphGryph's quick bastard. They lynched the mod day 1 and then there was no flavor for the rest of the game. Which sucked, because the flavor was really interesting.

@Webadict: Well, somebody's been paying attention. The interactions between me and Vector are pretty much on the mark.

I quite like the direction this fanfic is headed. Also casting Jimbot as a secretary is amusingly appropriate.

Also I'm honored to get so much airtime in the first chapter.

[Griffionday]

Spoilers, man!

Or maybe I'm just saying that to hide the real plot twists?

[Teneb]

Spoilers, man!

Or maybe I'm just saying that to hide the real plot twists?

The plot twist is that there is no plot twist!

[Jim Groovester]

Also casting Jimbot as a secretary is amusingly appropriate.

What, no, I should be the main character. I mean, come on, it's, like, me, you know?

Also, to clarify, Jimbot refers to my army of robotic servants, not myself.

[webadict]

Spoiler: Chapter 2 (click to show/hide)

“I think you know why I called you here, Web.” Mr. Mephansteras speaks with an irritated voice.

“Another award?” Web crosses his arms.

“Not this time, I’m afraid.” Mephansteras pulls out a file, an inch-and-a-half thick and rubberbanded, and lays it on his desk.

Web smiles. “Nice.”

Mephansteras pulls off the rubber band and opens the file. He shuffles through the papers quickly. “Head coach for the school’s rafting team. Not a real team. Left goalie for the football team. Not a real position. Leader of Bayside High Mafia club. Not a real club.”

“Actually,” Web interrupts, “that is a real club.”

“It was never authorized by me nor, might I add, should you be able to letter in it. Three times. In fact, you seem to have lettered in every single possible thing imaginable, including sixteen things that aren’t possible, of which I include a 5.2 GPA.”

“I did reeeeeally well in class.”

Mephansteras replaces the papers to their original position. “I’m willing to make you a deal. All you have to do is leave the rest of the school events alone, and I won’t do what I can to destroy your reputation. This folder goes away. You behave for the rest of the school year, and we both live happy lives.” Mephansteras leans in closer. “We can do that, right?”

Web thinks for a moment. “What if I’m not the one that ruins the events?”

“That’d be a real shame for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Can I think about it?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Richards,” says Mephansteras, quickly shoving the folder into a safe behind him. He takes a key from around his neck and locks it, spins the dial, and checks the handle. He replaces the key before turning back to Web. “If the prom is unharmed, I’ll take that as a yes. You may return to class now.”

Web exits. As the door closes, the chair Web was sitting on collapses, all four of the legs sawn off.

Mephansteras looks at the chair. Over the intercom, Jim says, “I hate to admit it, but he’s got at least some talent, if only for mischief.”