RE: The Mirdini MSPAF Mafia Memorial
05-10-2018, 09:52 PM
LYNCH PREVENTED
With the day drawing to what seems like a close, the assembly decides upon their top suspect. Fivexthethird is singled out as a rather suspicious individual, partially because of his refusal to participate but also for some of the points he made the few times he spoke. As the crowd slowly gathers around him he looks around frantically, hoping that some other target would present itself – alas, none do. As the group’s leaders grimly move in to escort fivex to the authorities, he is backed up against a countertop.
“I don’t know what’s up with him, he just seems really fishy!” says Blueberry.
“We’ve been discussing him for ages and he hasn’t even chimed in, that’s just looking really suspicious to me and the rest of you seem to think so” analyzes Sotek.
“Hell, he’ll give us some good information to work with whatever he turns out to be” chimes in hp2rt.
Clambering over the counter as various figures press in closer and closer, their hands grabbing at him, fivex shouts.
“STOP! Hold on. Y’all have got it all wrong. I really didn’t want to have to do this, but you folks have left me no choice.”
Fivex pulls out a guitar case from beneath the counter, turns around, and opens it up.
The crowd, fearing some form of concealed firearm, rapidly backs up – but when fivex turns around he merely has a Gibson J-200 cradled in his grasp – and he strums. The dulcet tones of the perfectly tuned guitar spread through the crowd, and they stop in their lynch-rabid tracks.
Within the nation containing C.J. Memorial Hospital exists perhaps the most fervent following of a rock legend, one from another nation whose memory found exaltation and eternal life in this small, pretty damn useless country. And as fivex steps up onto the counter, he gives a performance that would have the crowds outside in a frenzy if they could hear (or even see) it.
The breathtaking performance complete, fivex produces a sheet of paper providing DNA evidence that he is, in fact, Elvis Presley. All of the crowd considering his turnover to the authorities rescind their accusations in light of this stark fact – if what he says is true having him arrested would undoubtedly end in IMMENSE CALAMITY.
With the day drawing to what seems like a close, the assembly decides upon their top suspect. Fivexthethird is singled out as a rather suspicious individual, partially because of his refusal to participate but also for some of the points he made the few times he spoke. As the crowd slowly gathers around him he looks around frantically, hoping that some other target would present itself – alas, none do. As the group’s leaders grimly move in to escort fivex to the authorities, he is backed up against a countertop.
“I don’t know what’s up with him, he just seems really fishy!” says Blueberry.
“We’ve been discussing him for ages and he hasn’t even chimed in, that’s just looking really suspicious to me and the rest of you seem to think so” analyzes Sotek.
“Hell, he’ll give us some good information to work with whatever he turns out to be” chimes in hp2rt.
Clambering over the counter as various figures press in closer and closer, their hands grabbing at him, fivex shouts.
“STOP! Hold on. Y’all have got it all wrong. I really didn’t want to have to do this, but you folks have left me no choice.”
Fivex pulls out a guitar case from beneath the counter, turns around, and opens it up.
The crowd, fearing some form of concealed firearm, rapidly backs up – but when fivex turns around he merely has a Gibson J-200 cradled in his grasp – and he strums. The dulcet tones of the perfectly tuned guitar spread through the crowd, and they stop in their lynch-rabid tracks.
Within the nation containing C.J. Memorial Hospital exists perhaps the most fervent following of a rock legend, one from another nation whose memory found exaltation and eternal life in this small, pretty damn useless country. And as fivex steps up onto the counter, he gives a performance that would have the crowds outside in a frenzy if they could hear (or even see) it.
The breathtaking performance complete, fivex produces a sheet of paper providing DNA evidence that he is, in fact, Elvis Presley. All of the crowd considering his turnover to the authorities rescind their accusations in light of this stark fact – if what he says is true having him arrested would undoubtedly end in IMMENSE CALAMITY.