Mafia

Feral crept wearily up to the town square. He had made his decisions- they were in the past and couldn't be changed now. He just wanted to see the results.

As he approached the square, he saw Majora holding a shotgun and grinning giddily. His heart sank. They were done.

But suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He screamed like a little girl before turning around. Standing there, now with a sling but still very much alive, was CtR Black. They looked at each other, nodded, and advanced toward the square.

72 hours or 2 votes.