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    Okay, this is just a small random thread, dedicated to creating a story for each role. You can choose any role you want, just make sure you give them a good story. Use correct grammar, punctuation, and every other English skill in general correctly. I'll start off with an example.

    "Night 3:

    The Lone Mason looked at the Leader-among-men, his leader to be exact, being hanged on the podium that day. He knew the man wasn't a man of evil, but he couldn't accept it himself. Throughout the days of his life, he would continue to remember the man he hanged. He and his friend knew that they were the ones who caused his death. Unable to cope with his death, the lone Mason opened his drawer and took out handgun containing a single bullet...

    *BOOM*

    The Mason turned around to hear the sound of wood cracking. At this point, he knew this couldn't be the end of his life. He had one more role in this game, and he would fulfill it.

    *BAM*

    The woman standing behind the broken pieces of wood slowly fell backwards. He tunic, blood-soaked and dirty with ash had become loose with its new arrival. Falling backwards, her ripped tunic showed a giant hole going through her breast muscle and moving out. At this point, the Mason knew she would die. Paying his respects to her, he gave her his jacket, insuring that she would die with the comforts of clothing instead of one given by a savage beast.


    Day 4:

    "MURDERER!" cried a voice within the audience. Ballots taken and the audience listening, a man walked up to the podium.

    "What proof do you have against me, Citizens of the town?"

    "Proof? You have been found a member of the Mafia and a leader of men. What more proof do we need? Additionally, a Investigator was killed because of you!"

    At this very moment, the one man who was found guilty pulled out a single golden card.

    "Is this enough proof?" replied the man

    Whispers began murmuring within the crowd. That single one-of-a-kind card was enough to ensure someone's position, but nobody knew where it could be.

    "I'm sorry, Mister Mayor, please forgive me. I only accused you based on what I learned last night."
    "Oh Mayor, why did you do it!"
    "Did you hear? He's the mayor!"
    "Someone needs to protect him tonight!"

    It was this moment, that the day had ended...


    Night 4:

    The Mason thought to himself, why did the mayor reveal himself, and why did he claim to be as one of the lone men, the Survivors, they call them? The Mason's handgun, now armed with two more bullets he found, decided to walk out tonight. Someone needed a visit, someone he knew had to die."


    Day 5:

    "A DOCTOR! SOMEBODY, COME QUICKLY!"

    The majority of the crowd walked towards the man who had regained his identity.

    "Wow, he's a Doctor!"
    "A Doctor?"
    "Poor Doctor, he's been so confused"
    "A Doctor? Here!"

    The Mayor, unlike the many others, wasn't so happy. His friend, the Sheriff had been shot last night. While nobody knew his identity, the Mayor did. He knew there was someone among them, someone left with a blood-thirsty mind. He knew that as the days passed by, they would face problems.

    "Citizens of the town! I ask of you to listen to me!"

    The many residents of the circle turned around, facing the voice.

    "I, an Investigator, have found one of the armed men! A leader among men, perhaps! Your target, is the one man who claimed himself as a Mason!"

    The crowd stared at the Mason. He looked around for a way out, as the ballots began to collect. He knew that he had to ki-

    "STOP!" cried a woman
    "Why are you lynching him?" she cried again
    "CAN'T YOU SEE? HE'S MY LEADER! THE MASON LEADER!" cried the same woman

    Immediately after the croaking of the townsmen, the ballots soon dropped.

    "No! He must be the evil that lurks around this town! He must be! I checked him myself, it SAID MAFIA!" cried the accuser

    There was a long awkward silence. Soon, the sounds of ballots began to rise.

    "Wait... didn't you say you were an Investigator?"
    "Yeah, didn't you say so?"
    "What are you saying boy?"
    "Don't mind me..."

    Just seven small seconds later, the sound of a gravel gained the attention of the audience. "I PRONOUNCE THIS MAN, GUILTY!" cried a Judge.

    "He... he he... Ha ha... HA HA... HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

    Immediately, the flames of justice began cleansing his soul.

    "HA HA!! HA HA HA HA! HA HA! AGHAST!!! HA HA!!!"

    As the flames began melting his bones, his laugh continued to echo throughout the empty city, as night began to approach...


    Night 5:

    "Wow, was that a long time" replied the other Mason
    "It's been 4 long days, and he finally lets me go" he said again
    "Do you know how hard it is, being stuck in a jail cell?" he said for a third time

    "Mason, I need your abilities, can you do this for me?" asked the original Mason

    "Sure, I guess... But what are you going to do with that handgun?" he replied

    "Find justice, our own justice..."


    Day 6:

    "THE ORIGINAL DOCTOR! HE'S DEAD!"

    The town sheep quickly surrounded the dead man. Soon, whispers surrounded the town hall.

    "A Serial Killer, can you believe that? A suicide I believe."
    "I know right? Didn't I tell you he was that though?"
    "Don't mind me, I'm just a Survivor..."

    At this point, the town became silent.

    "Well then gentlemen, what do you think we should do?" asked the Mayor

    Silent again, the Mayor kept talking.

    "I say, we give today a break. We should all go home, get rested, and come back tomorrow. Anyone who agrees, put your votes in this ballot."

    Within seconds, everyone decided to vote. Today, became a dead day...


    Night 6:

    "Sir, that lone man, the Survivor. He's not really a Survivor..."
    "WHAT?"
    "Actually... actually... He's a Dancer... Like me"

    At this point, the Mason Leader knew he had no more choices. Pulling out his gun, he walked towards the dancer's house.


    Day 7:

    "People! Listen! They have killed off a member of the evil! A Consort, I believe! We should thank one of our own. We're very lucky to have him, or her here today!"

    Now, the crowd was excited.

    "A man with a gun? Did you hear?"
    "Oh, a hero! That's nice!"
    "Where's the Survivor?"

    The Mayor thought to himself, then began to speak. Suddenly, he stopped. It was impossible to speak now, if he did, they would reveal his secret. No matter, the town would be best off alone anyways...


    Day 7, 2 hours later:

    "WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"
    "KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
    "SHE WILL DIE FOR HER SINS!"

    "What are you doing? No! No! NO NO NO NO!"

    "THE WOMAN IN THE RED IS NOW DEAD! Let us see her sins, shall we? Oh, that's interesting, she was a Prostitute, or an Escort! No matter! Additionally, she was a member of the secret Masons! No matter, night is upon us!"


    Night 7:

    Now, the Mason knew he was truly alone. His friend and only ally, was now dead. He wanted to gun down the man who had gotten his friend killed. He knew he wasn't what he claimed to me. But, remembering his advice, he took it. He walked to the Mayor's house to have a "talk".


    Day 8:

    "The Jailor! He's dead!"

    The town panicked in fear.

    "What do we do? What do we do!!"
    "Who will imprison the criminals?"
    "No! This is ridiculous!"

    The Mayor stood up, as if to speak, but waited.

    Now, the single townsman stood up, and pointed out the Mason. "He's also a leader among men! Additionally, he holds firearms! Kill him!"

    Immediately, the sheep began casting votes until a familiar ring could be heard.

    "Sir Leader, what is your defense?" asked a Judge

    "If you want my defense, then turn around."
    "Do yourself a favor, and ask the Mayor himself."

    Suddenly, the town turned around to see a clapping Mayor.

    "This man, is cleared of all charges. I can vouch for him. He's as clean as clean gets." replied the Mayor

    In that single moment, the town voted inside the ballot. *Ding!* it went, and soon, the Mason walked free.

    "Well, today's day was terrible. Oh well, I still think it's the so-called "Mason", though!" said the small voice of a hated Investigator


    Night 8:

    "Well, sir Mayor, how do you like my leader's old mansion?"

    "It's... impressive. Good sir Mason, I ask of you, what are you, really?"

    "Me? I'm a seeker of Justice. I seek to find Justice, to undo what was wrong."

    Removing his 6-shot revolver from a nearby cabinet, the final Mason opened the front door of the giant Mansion. Tonight, he would shoot down the person who had done him wrong, he would kill the false claimer before he did anyone else anymore harm.


    Day 9:

    "Look it here, the Investigator is dead! Look it here again, it says he was part of the Mafia!"

    The sheep began to mutter again.

    "Wow, I knew it was him"
    "I think we're missing someone."

    It was now, that the Mayor knew there were only 2 men of evil left. Now, quiet, he could say nothing, for he had nothing to say.

    As the hours went by, a single insignificant Citizen was killed off. Of the 9 that stood there before, only 4 were left now. Of them all, only 4 important men were left in this hall as the day went by and night came upon them all.


    Night 9:

    Tonight, the Mason would walk about and recruit someone. He was left with 2 more bullets, each reserved for the final members of the Mafia. He knew, that the only way to win their game, would be to gain the abilities of everyone he could. Tonight, he would visit the quiet Citizen, the only one he knew could be significant.

    Leaving his handgun behind, the Mason began walking to the young lady's home within the dumps of Italy.


    Day 10:

    "Today, let us all pray to respect the Citizen that has hanged himself..."

    "If only I knew him better... maybe we could've saved him..."

    Moving close to him, a young woman whispered to the Mason. "Why, Mason, did you recruit me? I am but an insignificant Spy. How can you trust me?"

    Ignoring her, the Mason approached the podium to say something.

    "Citizens of our town, let me tell you what I know. As you know, we have 7 me-..."

    Eying the woman he brought home, he repeated his phrase.

    "As you know, we have 7 persons left in this town. Of the 7, there lies 2 evil men, 2 dangerous men. They've been confirmed as the roles of a Blackmailer, and a Janitor. These evil men, are those of the Mafia."

    The crowd gasped in surprise. Remaining quiet, they continued to listen.

    "These 2 men cannot kill us at night, however. I have confirmed 3 persons as part of my Masons, including myself. That leaves you 4 as possible suspects. Alas, tonight is coming to an end, this will have to continue tomorrow."


    Night 10:

    "Tonight, I sent our young spy to find the men, good Mayor."

    "So you did. Young Mason, I know we're doing this for the good of the people, but don't you think this is wrong?"

    "No, this isn't wrong. The Mafia has survived long enough. They deserve to die, those people. They're evil, we're not, simple as that."

    "Have you listened to yourself, young sir? I advise that you do."


    Day 11:

    "People rejoice! The Janitor has killed himself! Nobody is sure why, but let us celebrate!"

    "Is there anything to rejoice about?"
    "What's there to celebrate about, it's just another person dead..."

    The Mayor thought to himself, why did the Janitor kill himself? There had to be a reason, but that time wasn't now. There wasn't enough proof to kill off anyone.


    Night 11:

    Tonight was a quiet night for the Mason. He had two bullets left in his handgun, but he kept quiet. He knew they would figure out who was who, only time could tell.


    Day 12:

    "Good people from around, let us mourn the death of our greatest man. Let us hope that his soul may be carried towards the heavens above. Let us cry so that our tears may give God a reason to allow him in his gates. Let us see th-"

    "Shut up and tell us who died already!"

    "Fine, fine. The holy man who has died, is in fact, our own Mayor."

    Now, the town began to listen.

    "Mason! You lied to us!" cried a young man
    "You told us there we were safe at night" hollered an angry woman.
    "We believed you!" cried the same man

    "STOP WHINING YOU INSIGNIFICANT FOOLS!" yelled a young woman
    "It's obvious that the Blackmailer has taken power within the Mafia." she told them
    "It's logical" she said

    A brief moment of silence aroused. Suddenly, someone said something.

    "How the hell would you know that?" said the first man
    "How do you know you're not lying?" he said again
    "Are you sure YOU'RE not the final Mafia?" he replied

    Suddenly, the town began to murmur, and soon, it became a discussion.

    "It's true, she wouldn't have known!"
    "Really? What if she's a Spy?"
    "Impossible, she would've told us"
    "It's more probably she isn't"
    "Really now?"
    "Truly"

    "Shut up you god-forsaken sheep!" shouted the Mason
    "She's a Mason, along with the recently dead Mayor" he told them

    The same man stood up and confronted him.

    "Really now? And how do we know you're not lying? As far as we're concerned, you hold weapons as well. How do we know you didn't you're not the Mafia?"

    Standing up now, too, the Mason confronted the Investigator.

    "Truly now? Do you want to die?"

    Brandishing his firearm, the other man sat down, quickly.

    "You wouldn't dare, good sir. You, a Mason? You would never shoot someone. You're just a cowardly little shit who l-"

    *BOOM*

    The loud sound echoed throughout the courtyard. Now, all was left was the sight of blood and the corpse of a dead man. Backing away, the Mason proceeded to podium.

    The checked the pockets of the dead man, finding a ammunition and a red card, one that would indicate his role within the Mafia. Taking it, he found the card of the Godfather.

    "Today's session is over. Anyone who seeks justice tonight, come with me."


    Night 12:

    "This is where they belong, the base of the Mafia."
    "Sir Mason, why did you bring us here? I am but a mere Escort."
    "Why did you bring all of us? I'm a simple Citizen."
    "Sir, I'm an Investigator, did you want my help?"

    Sitting down, the Mason opened a crate, revealing its contents.

    "Bottled Wine good Mason?" asked a young Spy

    Reaching from within his pockets, the Mason took out his kerchief and a lighter. Inserting the kerchief within the bottle of Alcohol and setting it aflame, the Mason prepared.

    "Tonight, we'll eradicate the Mafia from power. Those who have joined the Mafia deserve punishment for what they have done. Every single member must die, or they'll rise to power like what happened."

    Finishing the sentence, he threw his burning bottle at the front entrance of the wooden mansion.

    "Those of you who wish to participate and seek justice, do what I just did."

    Within moments, all but one lone person repeated the actions of the Mason. During the next minute, the Mafia's continued to burn away. The sounds of screaming women and terrified young men could be heard, but the sorrow they were given was justified.

    "This is wrong... Very wrong..." cried a young woman
    "This isn't what Masons should do... These are their families... Why are you ki-"

    *Boom*

    The sound of a gunshot echoed within the distance as a young woman, a Spy, fell to the ground.

    "This is Justice. If you can't accept it, then you will die."

    As the screaming of people stopped and the mansion was reduced to ashes, the Mason and his new members walked to their headquarters.

    "Tonight, nobody will repeat what they saw. From tonight on, we seek justice. Even if we have to resort to methods like these, this is justice. People may not accept us, but we know the truth. They have done us wrong, and we will correct what they did. Tonight, we become an Organization. We are better than they were, we kill because we have to. Tonight, we gain control."

    Tonight... we become the Mafia..."


    Morale of the story: Don't let Masons recruit other roles or else this will happen
    Last edited by ; December 24th, 2011 at 02:44 PM.

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    Re: [CREATE] Role Stories

    Dust, I expect a Jailor story from you.
    Spoiler : Previous FM roles :
    FM - VI: Commoner | VII: (Lionel) Gunner, Shinra Inc. | VIII: Investigator | X: (HerrZynisch) Black Wizard | (Graves) Citizen | XII: (Ser Jorah) Armoursmith | XIII: Host (Roxy)!
    M-FM- I: Host | II: Framer | III: Host | IV: Exe | V: Devil Dog | VI: Exe | VIII: DD
    S-FM - I: Jailor | II: Vigilante | V: Sheriff | CI: Paranoid Cop | Torment: Citizen

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    Re: [DYI] Role Stories

    Quote Originally Posted by cookies4you View Post
    "WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"
    "KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
    "SHE WILL DIE FOR HER SINS!"
    i got a good laugh out of that. KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

    Fantastic story, it was a fun read

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    Re: [CREATE] Role Stories

    Once upon a time there was a Jester.

    He tried to hang the confirmed Mayor.

    The town put him on the stand for conspiracy against them.

    The Jester proclaimed "YES JESTER WIN"

    The mafia abstained while the rest of the town voted guilty.

    The Jester was lynched and before the next day the Mayor hanged himself.

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    Re: [CREATE] Role Stories

    Quote Originally Posted by Admiral View Post
    Once upon a time there was a Jester.

    He tried to hang the confirmed Mayor.

    The town put him on the stand for conspiracy against them.

    The Jester proclaimed "YES JESTER WIN"

    The mafia abstained while the rest of the town voted guilty.

    The Jester was lynched and before the next day the Mayor hanged himself.
    epic, story.
    I want to hear a "Nobody wins" story.
    Spoiler : Forum Mafia :

    FM VI: Ash (Sinner) FM VII: Glen (Drug Dealer) FM VIII: Liane (Vigilante) FM IX: Andrei (Reserved Proletarian) FM X: fm Deathfire123 (Modkilled Blacksmith) FM XI: Corki (Citizen) FM XIII: Phoebe (Bodyguard) FM XIV: Helena (Grave Robber) FM XV: FM Pikachu (Mayor) FM XVI: FM Master Chef (Escort)

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    Re: [CREATE] Role Stories

    Night 5 : Destate, the witch, the secret warlock walked......
    he now feared for his life, for the faction he was helping could back-stab him any moment now....

    he had forced the pitiful consort to block the Godfather...
    he had chosen wrongly....
    now... he would chose wisely albeit selfishly....
    he, using his voodoo doll, voodooed the Godfather into shooting his consort.....

    Day 6: GF: stupid witch!, dont you know you can win with us?
    Invest:.....
    Witch: his guilty , lets lynch him fast!
    BADOM-BAA
    the Godfather was hanged by the investigator, controlled by the witch...

    Night 7: the witch forced the investigator to....
    investigate himself...
    then, the next day...

    Day 7: invest:.....
    Witch:*takes out "SUPER" voodoo doll....*

    the witch... became ... the.... NEW CULT Leader!!!!
    the greatest cult leader, with the power to hold a great amount of puppets..
    whereas....
    the entire town was revived, each turning into a cult leader...under control....like zombies...

    they were sent out into many towns, .....
    each having the power to control minds.....

    so guys, this is why you DO NOT let the witch win...
    its why we have a cult now...
    Last edited by Guardian; December 27th, 2011 at 08:10 AM.
    Spoiler : FM History :
    FM8 - Bebe(Citizen) FM9-Prokofi(German Medic) FM10- CptKirk(Citizen) FM11 - Caitlyn(Abstergo Agent/Citizen)
    M-FM1-Veteran(Durante) M-FM2-Detective M-FM 4- Student(Nina Einstein) M-FM6- Armorsmith
    Misc: Why-FOM (M-FM 1), SFM: The Experiment: Hosted

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    Re: [CREATE] Role Stories

    The lights around the woman blinded her as she slowly came to the reality. As she looked around, her hazed vision could see the mess of her home and the destruction of her property. As she stood still, the cold of the night quickly invaded her room.

    As the winds blew into her countryside home, she knew that she would die tonight. There was no chance of her living now. She knew that tonight would be her final day alive. As the death's clock slowly ticked towards her doom, she thought about what she had done...


    Day 5:

    "ORDER! ORDER!" cried a Judge

    As the the crowd slowed down, a man rose to speak.

    "How can we know what that it's really my fault?" replied the tall man
    "How can we be sure that she isn't lying?" he continued

    As the crowd looked at the man and thought, silence invaded the yard.

    "It's simple, we've confirmed what she is, and the evidence points to you."

    The small crowd of five turned around, facing the speaker.

    "We've already figured out her role in this party. Now, it's time for you to die."

    As the crowd stared at the speaker, a red-head girl no younger than sixteen years of age, the tall man's face was red with anger. Soon, the crowd began to input their votes.

    As the ballots counted up, the man soon began to lose his temper until finally, the ballots were counted.

    "We find this man, GUILTY!" hollered the Judge.

    At this point, the tall man had lost his sense. As his death slowly approached, the became angry with guilt and hatred.

    "YOU BITCH!" he screamed in anger.
    "YOU GOD FORSAKEN BITCH!" he cried again.
    "I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU!" he finally screamed.

    As the crowd watched, this man removed a black handgun from his jacket.

    "I WILL KILL YOU BITCH! I WILL KI-"

    *Boom*

    The crowd searched around for the executioner, only to find he had vanished. As the group observed, the blood of the dangerous man had slowly spread and began to consume his clothing. Bravely, a law enforcement officer walked towards the dead man and reached into his jacket until he found a card. Showing it to the crowd, he began to examine it.

    "Based on what's on this card, the man was ordered to gun down someone last night. He's what we would call, a Mafioso."

    The sheep sighed in relief as the officer's examiners searched the body. Of them all, however, a young woman wouldn't merely accept this answer. Standing up, the group slowly turned their eyes towards her.

    "I suggest, that we formulate a plan tonight. Tonight, we shou-"
    "That's enough."

    The crowd searched and located the rude interrupter. Annoyed somewhat, they listened to what he was about to say.

    "Today was a great day. However, we can't keep randomly executing these people. We won't be as lucky as we were today. By chance, we had 3 people confirm the man's role in last night's crime. However, we'll need to formulate a plan. Maria?"

    "Y-y-yes?"

    The crowd turned towards the red-headed girl and looked back.

    "Tonight, can you come home with me?" replied the rude man

    The crowd watched, as the older man mysteriously conversed with the youth.

    "B-b-but..." she cried nervously

    "Maria... Maria... It's fine" replied the man, slowly approaching her.

    As the man approached her, Maria could feel the beating of her heat raise. She began to feel warm, no, she began to feel hot. She began to sweat as the rude, but beautiful man approached her. As he moved closer and closer, she could feel her heat raise. Her hot sensation kept rising and rising. Soon, she saw the man raise his arm, apparently homing something from her.

    "S-s-sir... this is wrong..." she wanted to say, but she couldn't. "This is wrong... this is wrong... I'm only 16..." she kept thinking. The crowd observed as the man kept moving towards her. "This... can't be real... can it?" she kept thinking. "No... please stop..." she continued.

    "Mister Clover..." Maria cried quietly.
    "W-what are... you... doing?" she cried again

    The man kept moving closer and closer to Maria. Her heart rate, incredibly high now, kept beeping and beeping. Suddenly, his hand was within reach of her, mainly her chest. At this point, she knew what would've happened. Now, Maria began to cry. Her innocence, was now hanging from a small line of yarn.

    The rude man, Bob Clover, was extremely close to her now. His hand was now within inches of her body. As he felt her heat, and saw her blushing red face, he smiled to her. A rape smile perhaps?



    Quickly transitioning, the man's hand moved upwards and gave her a shoulder pat.



    "Maria, why don't you come to my place tonight? I could use your... skills" he said in a friendly manner.



    The crowd, unaware of what just happened, burst into confusion. The scene was one that could never happen in real life, something so impossible, something so desired. The crowd, now as sweaty and hot as the girl, now began to mutter.

    "What... just happened?"
    "I don't know..."
    "That's interesting"
    "Pedophile!"
    "Did anyone hear that?"
    "Cute..."
    "Er..."

    The spectators, now burst into a full discussion, heard a loud chime.

    "It's 8:00 PM. All right, time to disband" ordered a confused Judge
    "Today's been... well... interesting..."

    As the Judge walked away, the men and women around the old man knew, as a truth, that they were, in fact, blushing as red as he was.


    Night 5:

    As the two citizens began their trip to the older man's house, a quiet Maria began to ask a question.

    "Sir... can you answer this question to me... honestly?" she asked

    "Of course Maria, anything for you. After all, you are my favorite pupal" he replied to the blushing high schooler

    "Mister Clover... are you..." Maria began

    "Yes?" he asked



    "Are you... a lolicon?" she finally asked

    Silence erupted between the two, both kept walking. There was nothing he had to say. It was just too embarrassing.

    As the hours passed, Maria, with her head down, brought it up.

    "Wait a minute... this isn't a house" she noticed

    "Of course not, Maria. This, is my office" he replied to her

    As Maria examined the building, she knew exactly what this was.


    The building Maria saw was none other than...


    ... a prison.


    "Um... Mister Clover? What are you... gonna do with... me?" asked a nervous Maria.

    "Hm... that's a good question... but..."

    At that exact moment, the older man pushed Maria into a jail cell.

    "W-w-what are you doing?? You... you... PERVERT!" cried the worried child

    The cold jail cell turned Maria's imaginations of hopes into fears. Her nightly dreams, sadly, was becoming a nightmare.

    A confused Jailor gave a long sigh, and looked at Maria.

    "I'm not... a pervert" he said an unamused look. "I'm a teacher, a high school teacher, and a Jailor" he explained

    "B-b-but... that look you're giving me..."

    "Just remember, this is for your protection. Tonight, I won't let anyone hurt you.." he continued

    Maria, hearing this speech was immediately calmed. She knew, that if anyone, this man could protect her...


    Night: ?

    Tonight, there stood a dying Maria. With several bullet wounds in her chest, she knew she would bleed out. She began to remember, memories of her past and life. She saw her teacher and she saw her family. She was dying now. Her blood, now spreading, had soaked through her blouse and was now spreading towards her dress. Within minutes, her legs and limbs were blood soaked. Her body temperature, now quickly dropping, had stopped her from sweating. Now struggling to breath, Maria knew that her life was ending.

    She saw a figure, a dark shadowy figure. Was this God's messenger? This figure moved towards her, and touching her, Maria fell into blackness.


    Day: ?

    Maria's eyes began to open as she realized she had a body.

    "Am I dead?" she thought. "Is this... heaven?" she thought again.

    Opening her shutters, Maria could see 3 immense white lights. At this point, she knew she was dead.

    "Scalpel?" asked a voice.

    Within moments, Maria could feel the immense pains of her flesh being torn apart. As her blood began to flow, a figure within the light jumped back, as if shocked.

    This figure, Maria knew, was an angel. One to save her from her sins, and one to punish her for her transition. Now, Maria knew she was dead. Within moments, the dying woman reached towards the light, and blacked out.


    Day 13:

    As Maria opened her eyes, she was greeted with a disturbing sign. As she inspected it, she became shocked with fear. The sign, she knew, was the sign of Satan. At this point, she knew she was in hell. Maria knew, that she would be condemned to punishment after her failures. She knew that, because of her, the person she loved had been killed. Unable to do anything, Maria watched as a follower of Satan moved towards her. This follower, this Cultist, would be the one to purify her...




    This ending sucks. I'm making a new story.

    Morale: Don't make Mafia stories after interacting with romantic-comedy manga or anime. You won't be able to make a story

 

 

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