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Mafia Writings (2011 Reboot): Day One

by Shiny Pyxis

Shiny Pyxis As the events of the first day unfolded, Shiny found herself making some pretty rash decisions in order to keep herself alive. She is also rather melodramatic.
“Oh gosh, what have I gotten myself into?” Shiny muttered to herself as she walked out of the crowded meeting room. The group had only just met for the first time that day, and no real conclusion had been made about who could be mafia, and who they should lynch. The girl was beginning to have doubts about whether it was smart for her to have signed up for this lynching-fest in the first place.

Approaching the building’s main exit, Shiny spotted a familiar face leaning against the wall, looking bored with himself. A sudden idea popped up in Shiny’s mind, and she found herself walking towards the figure.

“Hello there,” Shiny said, bouncing a bit as she approached her friend.

The person sighed, and asked, “What’s up?”

“I have a proposal to make with you,” she said slowly. She leaned into the person’s ear, and whispered something.

Her companion was shocked at first, before breaking out into a grin. “Alright, count me in, Shiny.”


After she stepped outside of the local pastry shop, Shiny glanced down at her watch and nearly choked on the cake she had been eating. “Is it really almost one already?” she asked. Almost as if to answer her question, she felt a slight breeze pass by as a blur of another young girl dashed out from behind her, with an apron still attached to herself. Right, Tun was also part of the Mafia Lynching Committee now. Stuffing the rest of her cake into her mouth, Shiny began running as well, passing by a few people and nearly knocking two of them over to arrive at her destination.

When she had arrived at the meeting room, she immediately picked up that the meeting had already started. The girl surreptitiously went to her seat, making sure nobody noticed how late she was.


“Ah, I can’t believe that everybody was so willing to lynch Savichez!”

“Hey, you were one of the people who voted for her death, weren’t you?”

“Only because I thought it would benefit us if she really did end up as mafia spawn! But with all this evidence showing her innocence... darn, I feel really guilty voting against an innocent person now.”

Shiny sighed as she walked down the road back home, her stomach rumbling with hunger. She really needed some food now, and her little apartment was a mile and a half away from the town hall; not too far, but still far enough. Couple that with the fact that she was still suffering from razor cut infections, and the result is a very unhappy, and somewhat grumpy, little Asian football.

Her friend shrugged. “Well, I guess it couldn’t be helped, since she was going to die anyways.”

“But I contributed to her death!” Shiny exclaimed, choking back the oncoming tears. Oh gosh, she had already gone through similar things regarding Tan and Jerty the last time the mafia was around. Why was Savichez’s lynching affecting her more? Her friend was about to say something, but Shiny, wanting to be alone for a bit, said, “That’s your place, isn’t it?” When her friend was unwilling to leave her, Shiny forced herself to smile. “I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t get lost,” she said, and, before the other person could argue against her, Shiny was already sprinting away at full speed.

I just hope I’m still alive by the time this day is over.
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