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3 days later a new cell mate was thrown in the cell
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OOC: be careful about time slides like this, Jedi, or you may end up out of sync with the rest of us. It's fine now, at the beginning, we can say your previous post was three days ago.
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Uh, am i the Slig? I'm not very good at starting off my char in RPG's either. 'Lil help?
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I wouldn't take control of someone elses character (God-modding!) but if you want to make that slig Bacon then that is fine. I suppose you could start by escorting the Clakkerz out, then join Knuckles and Goonie in preparation for the delivery thing.
So it seems anyone can be the Oddfather in this. It would be good to have an individual force directing the mafia characters, but I think this might actually work. It's unique in active RPGs anyway.
IC: Rackleg pulled his waistcoat tight around himself. It had started to rain, and the cold cut right to his skin. He pulled the goggles over his eyes so that the slightly acidic rain wouldn't sting his eyes, and continued his search for a Bounty Store. The outlaw hunter was starting to think that a big city like Nolybab didn't have quite the same system as the outer settlements did, so he decided to seek out a federal building like a jail or an NSSU station. Rackleg could just about make out the Neon letters SU behind a building, so he made way in that direction. With any luck it would be the place he was looking for.
A few minutes later he stood before an undistinguished building with SSU lit up across the roof. The N sparked and flashed. Rackleg was not used the the typeface of the sign, nor to the lack of swing doors at the entrance. He tried the novel sounding door knob anyway and entered the building.
Now this was more like it. Dirty cells lined one side of the room behind familiar bars, a few of whick had occupants. Rackleg presumed that here most inmates would be transferred to a dedicated penitentiary, or perhaps to the show
Convict Wrestling that he'd heard so much about (Fatty McBoomboom was apparently a favourite there).
He was unsurprised to see an outlaw in one of the nearby cells. Still wearing his own old brown coat, he was a hunchback like Rackleg, and was sitting dejectedly on an old dirty mattress, sharing his cell with an unattractive green slig. Rackleg ignored them and eyed the posters on the wall. They were nothing like the ones in Mongo Valley, they were clean, crisp and new. Black ink on grey legal paper, he eyes all the crooks and villains listed for every felon imaginable: theft, lynchings, spice smuggling, drugs dealing, murder, trafficking and priest impersonation, to mention a few. But then he saw something that caught his eye. A label printed on some of the posters. Rackleg squinted at it to make sure he had read it correctly.
Mafia! So the mob
was active here in Nolybab! He scanned the names on the marked posters, Knuckles Andwige, Bacon the Slig, Jimmy the Squealer, Donnie Tightfangs, Goonie Mc- and there, right in the middle, the crimes listed matched only by the number of zeroes on the bounty: The Oddfather!